I suppose it happens to all married couples at one time or another - you start taking each other for granted. You get so used to each other and your daily routine that you don't notice changes until they smack you in the face. I know that's what happened to Ashley and me. We are in our mid-forties and have been married for twenty-five years. We are 'comfortable' with each other, if you know what I mean. We have raised three kids and they are all out on their own which gives Ashley and me all the free time in the world to do all the things we said we would do when the kids were gone. But for some reason we still can't seem to find the time to do them. I'm putting in ten to twelve hours a day to run my business and Ashley decided a couple of years ago to go back to work, not because we need the money, but because she needed something to do. And then something happened that turned our world upside down and inside out.
Every year I take a five-day weekend in the spring and with three friends I head for Hilton Head for a long weekend of golf. You just can't beat the weather and the golf courses they have there. It's a twelve hour drive and we were six hours into it when the engine in Louie's Monte Carlo threw a rod through the block. By the time we found a tow truck, got the car towed to a dealership close by, and found an open rental car place we decided that the weekend was shot so we headed back home.
I picked up my car at Louie's and headed home and ten minutes later I was turning onto my street just in time to see a man helping Ashley up the steps to our front porch. I was just getting ready to turn into the drive when the man half turned Ashley so he could open the front door and I saw her tits hanging out of her dress. At the very last second I made the snap decision to go on past the house and park down the block and then walk back to see what was going on.
In retrospect it probably would have been better for me to have turned into the drive and stopped things cold, but I didn't. I walked back to the house and up the front steps far enough to look into the front window and I saw the man sit Ashley down on the couch; something didn't seem quite right, but I couldn't place it. The man took hold of Ashley's tits and began playing with them and Ashley just sat there and watched. It was almost like she was watching it happen to someone else and then I realized what was going on - Ashley was drunk and half or even two thirds out of it.
I couldn't believe how bold this guy was. He dropped his pants and took his erect cock and put it in Ashley's mouth and then held her head in both hands as he fucked her face. Ashley sat there unmoving, looking up at him as he worked his dick back and forth - she was most definitely unaware of what was going on. And me, talk about somebody who was unaware - I just stood there and watched. I didn't even think about rushing in and stopping him, I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. The man pulled his cock out of Ashley's mouth and bent down and took her by the legs and pulled her down on the couch. He pushed her skirt up, pulled her panties off, knelt between her legs and started pushing his cock into her pussy. Ashley lay there unmoving and looking up at the man with an expression that asked, "What are you doing?"
The man's hips were pumping now and I finally came out of the stupor I was in and it hit me! That man is fucking my wife! Okay, I know it sounds stupid for me to say that, but it was true. I had been watching this guy take liberties with my wife from the start, but whether it was shock or disbelief or whatever, I hadn't accepted it in my mind until that point.
I backed down the steps and went around to the back of the house and let myself in the back door. I made my way through the kitchen and then turned down the hall to the bedroom. I went to the nightstand and took out my 9mm, racked the slide back to chamber a round and started for the living room. As I came out of the hallway into the dining room I heard the 'beep beep' of a cell phone being dialed (why do we still say dial even though we are pushing buttons?) and I stopped to listen.
"Frank? Hi. This is Mike. Hey, are you still hot for Ashley Turner?"
"Well, I just got done fucking her."
"Yeah. You bet. Well anyway, you want some?"
"No man, I'm serious. She's drunk on her ass and her old man is gone until Monday. I'm going to stay here all night and fuck her a couple of more times. What?"
"No. Listen. Just get your butt over here."
What? I don't care. Bring him along. She's not going to care. Hey! Stop and get some hand lotion and a box of rubbers. No, not hand cream, it's got to be a white liquid."
"No no, I'll tell you when you get here. I've got a plan and if it works we can be fucking her from now on, drunk or sober."
"Yeah. Just get over here. I'm going to move her to the bedroom and strip her. The doors unlocked, just come on in."
And then there was a beep as the call was terminated. Rubbers and hand lotion? A plan? Do you still want to fuck Ashley? Suddenly confrontation was no longer on my mind. I was curious, I wanted to see what was going to happen. I tucked the Beretta into the small of my back and headed back to the bedroom. I know it's a cliché, but I got into the closet. First though, I grabbed a chair (it's a large walk-in closet). I arranged things so I was comfortable, cracked the door just enough so I could see out, and settled in to wait. While I waited I thought about the phone conversation I'd just heard. Was Frank still hot for Ashley? Why would Frank be hot for my wife; for that matter Mike obviously wanted to fuck her too, drunk or sober. That means he had the hots for her too. The hots for Ashley? Why would a couple of guys have the hots for an old married broad like Ashley?
I got the answer about three minutes later when Mike brought her into the bedroom, undressed her, and laid her down on the bed. Even though she was out of it and just lying there I suddenly saw her with Mike's eyes. The woman that I lived with, had taken for granted, and gotten used too, looked sexy as hell lying there on that bed. How in the hell had I let myself forget that my wife was a fox? Why had it taken a sordid affair like this to suddenly open my eyes to what had been there all along? Lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, legs spread slightly showing some small globs of cum on her pussy lips - I suddenly wanted to fuck her myself. Given that I love my wife and given the sudden realization of how desirable she was, the question now was why didn't I come out of the closet and stop things? The answer was, I don't know. I suspect that most of it was curiosity - Mike had a plan that was going to make it easy for him to fuck Ashley again, drunk or sober, and I had to know what it was. I HAD to know if she would fuck him sober. I know that sounds irrational, but what can I say, I'm human and human beings have never been notable for being rational.
I watched Mike mount Ashley and fuck her again; she moaned a little and her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, but she gave no outward indication that she knew she was being fucked. I saw Mike start to speed up and his hands went under Ashley's hips and he pulled her to him and I knew he had just pumped another load of cum in her. He was just pulling out when I heard the front door open and a voice call out, "Mike?"
"Back here" Mike hollered and about a minute later two young guys came into the room. Both of them were a good ten to fifteen years younger than Ashley and the knowledge that a guy that young had the hots for my wife made me even more ashamed of the way I had come to take her for granted. One of the guys handed Mike a paper sack and said, "Here's the stuff you wanted. What are you going to do with it?" While he was talking he was taking off his clothes and eyeing Ashley on the bed.
"I didn't think I'd ever be able to do this. I just wish she knew what was happening."
Mike chuckled and said, "She will next time."
The younger man said, "You think there will be a next time?"
Mike said, "I don't know, but if my plan works there will be," and then he explained to them what he was going to do. They would take all the condoms and fill them with enough hand lotion so they would look like they had cum in them and then they would tie them off and scatter them around the bed and put a couple on the night stand.
"And then we will take turns fucking her until we can't get it up anymore. When she wakes up in the morning she will find me in bed with her and as soon as I see her waking up I'll climb back on her again. When we get done I'll tell her how fantastic she was last night when she went out into the parking lot at the bar and gave us all blow jobs, and how great she was when she brought us home and fucked us. She will know from the way her cunt feels that she's been fucked a lot and she will see all the rubbers lying around and she will believe it. I'll tell her how she said she'd like to do it again on Friday night after work, and maybe even on Saturday since her husband will still be gone and we will see what happens. What you guys have to do at work tomorrow is go up to her and thank her and tell her how much you are looking forward to doing it again. And keep on her all day. Take her to lunch, send her flowers, buy her a box of candy, just keep her mind on what she said she would do after work. I'll be working on her all day too. I'll see if I can't take her out for dinner and some drinks and then we will go back to the bar and see what happens."
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