Tonight, of all nights, I was relieved when my shift finally ended at 6 a.m. I had convinced myself that working all night would distract me from the inevitable events happening at home. However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the images of my wife’s activities while I was out, like an inescapable tune stuck in my head.
It had been an unusually quiet night, especially considering the heavy rain that had been falling, which muffled any potential disturbances. This was a boon for any would-be thief, but for a security guard like me, it was a curse. Normally, the quiet would have been a welcome respite, but tonight, I craved distractions to make the time pass more quickly. Driving around the set rota of warehouses, shops, and expensive houses was already tedious enough at the best of times, but the uncertainty of what the night would bring made time crawl like a dog with only two legs. The only saving grace was that I didn’t have to interact with anyone all night. I wasn’t sure I could hold a coherent conversation with anyone, given the surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
My house was just a short drive from work, so I found myself unlocking the front door by 6:15 a.m. I made sure to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake my wife up. The plan was to catch her red-handed.
As I slowly ascended the stairs, the house was eerily silent. Perhaps I had arrived too late. Her lover had used my wife for the night, taking all that was once exclusively mine, and then left like an anonymous thief.
Walking into the room, I was instantly struck by the sight of my lovely wife spooning peacefully with a gorgeous, dark-skinned, muscular man—my boss. The duvet was folded back, not neatly but as if it had been hastily discarded while they were at the peak of their passionate lovemaking. He was completely naked, while she wore the remnants of the black lacy lingerie set that I had cajoled her into buying me just last week—one stocking and the sexy suspender belt. The tears in the remaining stocking betrayed the vigour with which this man had taken my wife. The rest of the expensive, luxurious set littered the room, discarded like the wrapping paper of a Christmas present, having served its purpose to tantalise our curiosity about what delights lay hidden.
They lay like a loving couple, both on their right sides, their exposed legs crooked in unison, as if they were meant to be together. His crotch was pressed tightly against hers, his penis hidden by her beautifully rounded buttocks. Shards of light from the rising sun bathed their bodies, revealing their soft, glistening, oiled skin. This enhanced both her all-over tan and his dark African skin. A bottle that once contained scented massage oil lay on its side on the bedside table—my bedside table. A small pool of oil stained the wooden top that I had so carefully varnished. Thoughts raced through my mind. Had the bottle been placed on its side during a moment of distraction, or had it been upright, only falling on its side due to the vibrations caused by this strong young man fucking my wife roughly.
I stumbled to the corner of the room, where the chair was perfectly positioned. Almost tripping over the tiny black lacy thong, the man’s jeans boxers, and his t-shirt that lay by the chair’s front, I noticed her matching bra hanging precariously over the arm. I couldn’t help but imagine that the events of the evening had begun here. After slowly removing each other’s clothes, she would have sat in his lap, impaling herself on his erection while gazing into his eyes—a position I had enjoyed with her many times before. As I took my seat, the shard of daylight that managed to pierce through the curtain reinforced my mental scenario, revealing a damp patch on the edge of my seat, presumably the remnant of their shared love juices. The faint scent of sex and sweat, lingering from a prolonged night of intense sexual activity, further added to the atmosphere.
His left arm encircled her folded waist, allowing his hand to rest comfortably in the perfectly shaved pubic hair, not completely bald but enough to tantalise. His fingers just millimetres from her clitoris, I couldn’t help but wonder if they had strategically positioned themselves throughout the night or if they had fallen asleep in this intimate embrace after an explosive orgasm, eventually drifting off together in the same position we had cherished during our blissful marriage. This had been the sole exception to our ten-year marriage, and it left me astounded that she could so effortlessly replace me in our bed with another man. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within me—excitement at witnessing this captivating couple in the aftermath of their intimate encounter, akin to the satisfying conclusion of my favourite pornographic movie—and jealousy that this man could so effortlessly fulfil my wife’s desires, likely surpassing my own.
They slept together for about five minutes before Sally turned onto her back, and his hand firmly rested between her legs. The sensation of his strong hands must have aroused her, as she slightly opened her legs, allowing his hand to reach between her legs and her eager pussy. I couldn’t tell if her movement had woken him or if it was an automatic reaction, one that I had experienced many times as his fingers gently circled her clitoris. Her sighs deepened as her legs fell further apart, giving his hand full access to her now wet pussy. From where I sat, I had a clear view of what was happening. First, one finger entered her pussy, and then two fingers followed. In the stillness of the room, I could clearly hear the wet noises, partly created by the remnants of his cum still inside her from the night before, as his fingers rhythmically pumped into her willing cunt.
As I watched my wife’s moans deepen, signalling an imminent orgasm, my jealousy was replaced by excitement. My breathing became heavy as I observed the unfolding scene, eagerly anticipating the sight of his large, black cock pounding her. As he turned onto his side, her hand reached out to his partially erect cock, which was already noticeably larger than mine when fully erect. With her touch, his penis began to twitch and grow, his circumcised head bulging at the end of his ten-inch-long, thick black member. I couldn’t help but mentally compare it to the large black dildo I had used to pleasure my wife while she described her fantasy of having sex with a young black stud. I suppose that’s one fantasy she can now cross off her list. I couldn’t wait to hear the full details. His response was to gently kiss the side of her neck, which further heightened her pleasure. He then kissed her ear, gently biting the lobe as any expert lover would do, and finally, their lips met their tongues exploring each other’s partly open mouths. As I watched my wife passionately kissing a handsome man who was ten years her junior, I was surprised that it was just as arousing as the thought of seeing his bare cock enter her. Unfortunately, that wouldn’t be today as her eyes opened, catching sight of me in the chair.
‘Shit! What are you doing here? What time is it?’
’Just coming up to six thirty.’
Her lover, fully awakened by the commotion, sat up, his erection already fading. I wondered if my own cock would ever be enough to satisfy her again or if this monster had irreparably damaged her. The only pleasure she could find would be with him and lovers with equally large cocks. Had this been a foolish decision to allow them to spend the night together, solely to fulfil my fantasy of catching her with another man? Only time would reveal the truth.
“Fuck, I need to shower and get ready. I can’t go home smelling like this; my wife would kill me,” he exclaimed, jumping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. My wife, now invisible to him, was discarded like so many other women he had bragged about before to me and my fellow colleagues.
His shower was brief, and within minutes, he was back in the room, retrieving his discarded clothes. He ignored both me and my still fully naked wife, who hadn’t spoken to me. Once dressed, he briefly turned his attention to my wife, who was clutching her face between his strong hands. He kissed her hard on the mouth, their tongues intertwining as if they were lovers who hadn’t seen each other for years.
“That was incredible! We’ll definitely do it again,” he said, almost as if it were an instruction rather than a question.
“Absolutely, and I hope so soon,” she replied, her eyes wide with the expression of a love-struck teenage girl.
It wasn’t until the front door clicked, signalling his departure, that she spoke, lying back on the bed with her arms over her head, as if she were tied to the headboard. Her legs were wide open, with her knees bent just enough to fully expose her red, throbbing pussy, glistening with the remnants of their night of passion.
‘That was incredibly amazing, by far the best I’ve ever had. How was it for you? Did it meet your expectations? I hope so. We didn’t expect to be asleep when you came home. I was hoping you’d catch us having sex again, or even me sucking his morning wood as an extra treat.’
‘Yes, it was good for me.’ The erection in my pants, which had been there since the moment I saw them and refused to go down, was a testament to that. ‘It’s a shame he had to go. I would have liked that.’
‘Don’t worry; there will be other times,’ she assured me with unwavering certainty. It wasn’t a question of whether I agreed, even though I did. Like her, I eagerly anticipated the next opportunity.
‘Why don’t you undress and come over to cuddle? Please don’t even try to touch my pussy; it’s too sensitive for that. It will take a few days for it to recover, so unfortunately, there won’t be any sex for you. We’ll have to find other ways to comfort you.’
It didn’t take a moment to undress. I was so eager to reclaim my wife, even though I couldn’t help but feel inadequate compared to her lover’s dark, muscular physique and impressive physique. As soon as I lay down, she turned to face me and embraced me as if it were our first time sleeping together. The intoxicating scent of his cologne filled the air, mingling with the unmistakable aroma of sex on her soft, oily, and sticky skin. Despite the unfamiliar sensations, I found comfort in her embrace. She often held me while still fresh from her previous lovers, a way for her to allow me to reclaim her. With passion that had just moments ago been reserved for her lover, she kissed me, the lingering taste and smell of his cock on her mouth and face. This was a familiar sensation, one that I had come to accept, though I couldn’t deny that each encounter was unique. That’s why she relished the variety of experiences, and fortunately, I found pleasure in observing her with other men. It was a match made in heaven. We lay together for a few minutes, her smile and soft body reassuring me that she truly belonged to me, despite having experienced the most incredible sex just hours before.
’We need to do something with that,’ she said, observing my frankly inadequate cock, which was still as hard as a stick of rock.
Why don’t you kneel over me, and I’ll stroke it for you? That way, you can cum on my tits and face, and cover his scent. Then, I can lick your cock clean, so I can enjoy the taste of both of you in my mouth.
Her words only intensified my arousal, and I complied with her instructions as she skillfully applied the last few drops of oil from the bottle to her palms before stroking my cock. Her hands effortlessly glided over it as she stroked it slowly, one hand resting at the base of my foreskin while the other skipped over my sensitive glans. My own hands teased my nipple, but I craved more stimulation as I fantasised about how he had fucked her throughout the night.
’Tell me how he fucked you,’ I begged.
‘That wasn’t the deal,’ she said with a playful smile on her face. ‘You’ll have to wait to see the video. It won’t be long, unlike his cock.’ The wink she gave me said it all.
‘Not even a taster, something to help me cum?’
’No, it’ll spoil your fantasy, but you saw his cock, it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen. I didn’t think it would go in, but it did, stretching my pussy so much that I could feel every ridge and vein as he fucked me. He’s a very accomplished lover, and he turned me on in ways I never felt possible. You’re going to love watching him hammering hard into me. At one time, I thought I would pass out as he made me cum so much that I lost control as my legs twitched uncontrollably as if they had been subjected to electric shocks like the frogs’ legs experiments we did at school. When he came inside me, he shot hard into me for ages. I almost let him fuck my arse. I was turned on so much, and you know I only keep that for us and special days. Maybe I will next time. Especially if it’s what it takes to get him back. I really want to fuck him again.’
Although we had mutually agreed to keep anal sex exclusive, I had recently been fantasising about her allowing other men to enter the final part of her body, giving her up completely. The thought that she might be considering the same thing sent shivers down my spine. With that in mind, I came loads all over her tits , face, and finally finishing in her open mouth. A few drops landed on her lips, which she playfully licked into her mouth, teasing me with her eyes.
’Oh, that tasted good hun, he may have a bigger cock, but your cum tastes so much better. Kiss me again,’ and I was happy to oblige. Only this time, I was tasting my own cum in her mouth, not her latest lover’s. She knew just what to say to make me feel special, to reassure me that I may not be the only one, but I would be the always one. I had reclaimed her.
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