Chapter 2

The sound that I could hear was being made by a woman moaning with pleasure as she was being fucked hard.

It sounded like someone was watching a porno video with the speaker on loud volume. I smiled to myself at the thought of catching the guy or guys red-handed. For sure, they would be so embarrassed at being caught.

So, I quietly turned the door handle to see if I could catch the culprit unawares. I opened the door a little to try to peek inside the warehouse and the moaning grew louder.

The moans were joined by the grunts of the man who was fucking the woman so hard that she had to let the world know how much she was enjoying being fucked. I shook my head in wonder at how well the woman was acting. She did not sound like the typical porno actress, but it really sounded as if she was enjoying being fucked.

But as I continued to listen, I suddenly had a terrible thought.

The moans sounded as if they came from my wife.

I froze and my legs felt weak. I could hardly breathe. “No,” I muttered to myself. “I must be wrong. That can’t be Linda.” But the moans sounded so familiar.

We had only been married for six months, and we had never been able to have as much sex as we wanted before that, so, we were making up for lost time in our new flat. We made love most days, and some weekends we didn’t get out of bed all day apart from grabbing a quick bowl of noodles and to go to the toilet to pee. One weekend, we made love 28 times from Friday night to Sunday night. I know because I counted. That’s how intense and satisfying our sex life was.

But now, my head started to fill with images of horrible things being done to Linda.

I pictured Linda being held captive and being raped or tortured by a colleague or a drug crazed intruder. I wanted to rush in and save my wife from whatever evil person was making her moan so loudly, but the moans stopped me.

The moans that I could hear did not seem to be moans of pain or anguish. Instead, they seemed to be moans of pleasure.

I was her husband, so I knew how she sounded when she moaned. If she had a bad period or a stomach ache or a headache, she would moan feebly and almost under her breath as if she did not want to disturb me and let me know that she was in pain. But she also moaned in pleasure when we made love and I penetrated her deeply. So, I was very familiar with what Linda sounded like when she moaned – and the moans I heard were not moans of pain.

These moans were of pure pleasure.

Pleasure that could only have been derived from the sensation of having a vagina stretched and filled by a hard cock.

Nothing opened Linda’s pussy lips like my hard cock spreading her open after she was well lubricated by my fingers and tongue in foreplay.

I had to see what was happening, but I dreaded to have confirmation of what I feared was happening.

I opened the door wider and stepped quietly into the warehouse. Immediately in front of me was a tall rack of shelving filled with boxes containing units ready to ship and also parts to make new drives. This meant that my view of the warehouse was obscured, so if I wanted to see I would have to move along the rack to near the end.

I was still holding the cake and roses, so without thinking, I put them down on an empty space on the rack. As if on auto-pilot, I walked slowly along behind the rack towards the source of the moaning.

In my mind, I was praying desperately that I was mistaken.

Maybe it was another girl and I had just mistaken her moans as Linda’s. But then I remembered that there were no other females working there. Even the receptionist was a teenage guy.

Maybe, just maybe it was a bored store man watching porn after work.

As I got closer to where the noise was coming from, I knew the chances of it being someone else were miniscule.

The moaning grew louder as I approached the end of the rack, and hearing it from so close up convinced me that the owner of that sound was my wife, Linda.

There was no doubt in my mind. It was 100% sure that my wife was moaning.

My wife was moaning in the middle of the warehouse and I needed to know why.

I stopped when I was able to get a good look at the scene on the other side of the rack without anyone there seeing me.

What I saw was Linda naked and kneeling on hands and knees on a dirty old mattress like the ones outside the back door. She was naked, but she was not alone.

No, she was bent over like a dog and was surrounded by 5 naked men.

2 of the men were her bosses, and the others were her colleagues. I remembered all of them from our wedding six months earlier.

Linda’s face was obscured by her boss’s body, so I had a good view of his thin and almost flat ass as he moved back and forth rapidly thrusting against Linda’s mouth.

His name was George, and now I could see how he helped to support Linda’s head by cupping it in both hands as he rammed his cock into her open mouth from where the moaning sounds were being emitted in rapid succession.

From my vantage point, I could see that George’s eyes were closed with the pleasure he was receiving from the blowjob that Linda was giving him. Behind Linda was the source of the grunts that I had assumed were being emitted by a porno actor. However, now I could see that her grossly overweight colleague, Alfred.

Although he was covered in layers of fat which were shaking with his exertions, he was fucking Linda hard. His hard thrusts forced Linda’s mouth to take in George’s cock deeper until she was drooling, but all the time making the moaning noises that had attracted my attention in the first place.

I could not believe what I was seeing. Alfred’s fat body was one of the most disgusting sights I had ever seen. “How could Linda let him fuck her?” was actually what crossed my mind first when I saw who was causing her to moan so loudly.

Looking back, I can see that my first reaction was not the normal one of an outraged and cuckolded husband.

Alfred kept thrusting and moving his hugely overweight body against my wife’s firm butt cheeks.

My wife looked like she was a cow being serviced by a bull and she looked as if she was enjoying it.

“Linda, it feels so good to fuck you,” Alfred grunted as he rammed his cock deep inside her.

My wife could not reply to him because George was still fucking her mouth, but it was clear that it was impossible for her not to have heard him. I could hear them clearly from where I was standing some distance away.

I didn’t know if she was ignoring Alfred or she was unable to reply due to her having George’s cock in her mouth.

“Linda ... ah ah ah ... spread your legs ... open your legs more.”

I did not understand why I felt my cock get hard when I saw my wife move her legs wider for her fat colleague to continue thrusting deeper into her cunt.

Cunt was not a word I had ever used to describe my wife’s private parts, but now that I saw how she was willingly sharing what I had assumed was mine alone with this fat animal, I could only think that he was fucking her cunt as he would fuck any whore or bitch he paid for.

But cunt it was that I could hear being fucked, and a whore is what Linda seemed to be at that moment. I should have stepped forward and interrupted the sordid scene that was taking place just metres away from where I was standing. Instead, I was aware that my cock was throbbing and my mind was observing the scene almost as if I was watching the set of a porn movie.

If Alfred wasn’t so fat so that his belly got in the way, he would have been able to go deeper and fuck her even harder.

I didn’t know why I thought that way. It was sick to offer advice to the man who was fucking my wife, even if I hadn’t uttered it, but the throbbing in my pants told me that there are more elementary forces that contradicted any thought of interrupting them.