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Authors name: Ad Hock (Address defunct)
Story title : Wayward Wife
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Wayward Wife
by Ad Hock
My Wife's name is Susan, she is 24 years old and an
ordinary wife in most aspects. She is 5"6, 125 pounds,
brown hair with hazel eyes, firm medium sized tits with
a lovely heart shaped butt. I'm 27, 6 ft tall with a
modest build and have kept fairly fit.
We have been married for 3 years with no children and
she still works as a secretary. Our married life has
been O.K., the usual ups and downs, but nothing that
has strained our relationship that much.
That's why what happened came so out of the blue it
hit me like a sledgehammer. I work in computer sales,
hardware mostly, but travel very little in the course
of my job. One of the very few times I was to travel
interstate began the nightmare that was to test our
marriage.
I was to leave on the Friday afternoon, meet with the
buyer on the Saturday, attend a football game on Sunday
and drive back Monday morning. With drinks on the Sat-
urday night and the game on Sunday with a good friend
from college, the weekend seemed to be almost perfect.
In retrospect, Susan seemed somewhat distant in the
couple of days before my trip, being the usual self-
centered guy I thought it was because she would miss me.
It was a little strange that on the Thursday night she
wasn't in the mood for a bit of fun. We were already
down to having sex only 2-3 times a week, so it was not
that big of a deal at the time.
It was strange though the next afternoon when she got
home from work and I was loading up the car for the trip.
She seemed almost excited, like a kid the day before
Christmas, although somehow trying to suppress it.
Anyway, we said the usual "good-byes" and I "love yous",
and I hit the road thinking about the weekend ahead, not
the one I left behind.
I got to the Motel around 10.30, showered, then gave
Susan a call to let her know ever thing was okay. The
phone rang forever, so I called again not knowing if I
dialed a wrong number or not. Again the phone rang for
ages but just before I went to hang up Susan answered,
sounding a little out of breath. She said she was in the
toilet and had to run for the phone, as she knew it would
be me.
I thought nothing more of it, and told her how much I was
looking forward to going for a few drinks with Dave after
the meeting tomorrow. She told me to enjoy myself; that
she would talk to me again on the Monday morning before I
left.
The next morning as I went through my preparations, I
realized I had left one of the most important sales
documents about our clients in the office. I quickly
called up Joe, a work colleague and good friend who
lives own street from us. He's always in the office on
Saturdays and was again this time.
He told me he noticed that I had left it behind and
dropped around the afternoon before hoping to catch me
before I left. He then said that he spoke to Sam in the
driveway and was told that he had missed me.
"Sam? Who the hell was Sam?"
Joe said, "You know, he's Susan's brother."
I wasn't quite sure what to say. Susan only has one
sister who wasn't seeing anyone as recently as Wednesday
when she visited.
"He must have stayed the night, his car was still there
this morning. Is he from out of Town?"
"Yeah, he is," was all I could say, my mind was too busy
doing laps inside my head to say anything else. Then in a
detached sort of way, I asked Joe to fax through the
documents to the Motel and thanked him. I then went for a
shower; something about standing under a hot blast of
water suddenly felt very therapeutic. A million thoughts
were racing through my mind was Susan seeing someone
else? How could this happen? Why to me? Was she unhappy
or unfulfilled with our marriage? And what the Hell do I
do now?
Without realizing I had picked up the phone and had
dialed our home, but again no one answered. I had to get
my shit together; I had an important meeting to go to. I
tried to re-focus on work to get me through.
But I couldn't help it, on the way to the meeting I again
rang home, this time Susan answered. It was then that I
realized that I didn't know what to say to her. She said
that she wasn't expecting me to ring until Monday, and I
simply said that I was on my way to the meeting and to
wish me luck.
She said, "Sure, good luck honey," then let out a slight
giggle, then I heard what sounded like a light slap.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just something funny on the TV sweetheart."
I said goodbye. Were they fooling around while she was on
the phone with me? My own mind was made up; she was cheat-
ing on me.
The meeting went fine, somehow I was able to switch it on
and cruise through, though I felt like I wasn't really
there. My mind now turned to Dave and the night out we
had planned. It was the last thing I wanted, to get drunk
and bitch about my suspected cheating wife to my former
best friend. When I got to his place I decided that I had
to get it off my chest with someone, and I knew he could
be trusted and probably sympathetic.
Strangely he didn't seem too surprised when I told him my
thoughts. Maybe the fact he's been divorced twice already
has jaded him about marital bliss. He then calmly told me
what I should do next, as if it happened all the time.
His brother was a cop who drove a squad car back home,
and would be able to get someone to drive past to see if
anyone else was still there.
We sat around talking about the game on the Sunday
pretending the call we were waiting for didn't mean a
great deal. When the phone rang my heart sunk, something
inside of me told me to be prepared for the worst. I was
right, the I.D. on the plates were for a Samuel Pitowski.
He was a former boyfriend of one of Susan's best friends,
and we had run into him but a month ago at a club. As I
recalled they spent a bit of time chatting while I was
with two other friends of ours.
It had seemed harmless at the time, like two old friends
catching up on stuff. Dave told me I should call a
Detective Agency to get photographic evidence in case of
divorce, but I couldn't even contemplate that at the
moment.
All I wanted to do was to drive back home and catch them,
and to give him a beating he wouldn't soon forget. Dave
then tried to calm me down, to talk some sense into me
before it got ugly. But I was determined and told him I
was sorry we wouldn't be spending the weekend together
but that I might have plenty of free time coming soon.
On my way home I tied to go through what might happen
when I got there, and how I would handle it. But nothing
got me prepared for what happened next.
As I drove through our suburb I remembered what Julie,
Susan's friend who dated Sam, had said about him when she
was drunk one night. The words cut through my mind as I
recalled her saying that he was a cheating son of a bitch
who was fucking two other women during their nine-month
relationship.
But it was that she knew about it two months before HE
broke it off. She said quote "But he's got the biggest
cock I've ever seen and as much as I hate that Fucking
Prick I couldn't bring myself to let that cock go. Do you
know how hard it is to find a guy built like That!" I
could only wonder if that was the attraction for my wife,
or was it mere coincidence?
I thought about what my wife had told me about her former
lovers before we met, but I could not recall her ever
mentioning anything about size and I did not ask. I was
secure in my own 6 inches, and how big I am was never an
issue with anyone I've ever slept with. Still my mind
began to wander thinking about him and that cock with my
wife.
I had to stop myself when I felt an erection start to
build in my pants. I was suppose to be angry, pissed off,
and ready to shove his head through a Fucking wall and
yet, all I could think about was what it would be like to
watch my wife get fucked.
For some guys this might be their fantasy, but these
feelings were very foreign to me at the time. It was just
past dusk when I stopped the car a few houses up from
mine. I was still in two minds about what to do, so I
just walked towards the house and saw the blue Ford
belonging to Sam still parked in the driveway. I quietly
slipped down the side of the house, silently re-latching
the side gate as I went.
It was at this point I realized that I needed to see them
together, perhaps not having sex but showing affection so
it would drive home once and for all that my wife was
actually cheating on me. I crouched beside a small window
off our dining room, from here I could see them sitting
together in the lounge. They were watching TV and he had
his arm around her with her head resting on his shoulder.
She seemed happy, contented, like they had been together
for ages. I turned around and sat with my back against the
wall beside the window, thinking about why this had come
about and what should I really do.
Perhaps twenty minutes had gone past before a giggle and
laughing from the lounge room again snapped me out my
self-pitying thoughts. I looked through the window to see
them mock wrestling and tickling one other like school
kids with him letting my wife finish on top.
All of a sudden she stopped giggling and bent down and
kissed him deeply, his hands searching up under her T-
shirt to fondle her breasts. She rubbed her hands all
over his chest and up the sides of his face, then sat up
and took off her shirt. She leant forward and let him
take one nipple into his mouth and started to slowly
moan with pleasure and talk softly into his ear. It was
clear she was about to enjoy herself.
I found myself dumbfounded, I was sitting outside my own
dining room window watching my half naked wife being
fondled by another man while I had a hard on. He then sat
up with my wife sitting on his lap with her legs wrapped
around his back and took off his shirt.
They continued to fondle each other's chests and kiss
passionately for a few minutes before he lifted her up
and they both made their way for the bedroom. We have
a fairly low shady tree directly outside our bedrooms
double windows and rarely see the need of drawing the
curtains.
Only now did I realize what a great voyeur's spot it is.
Susan always enjoyed sex with the lights on and I knew
what I was about to see but had to finally confront my
feelings about whether to sit and watch or bust in on
them.
I already had my cock out of my pants and stroking it
before I knew it had made up my mind for me. They wasted
little time getting completely naked, he had his back to
me then laid back on the bed. His cock stood straight up
as I heard the word "Jesus" quietly exit my mouth.
Now I'm not gay but I was as much in awe of that thing as
my wife was. It had to have been 10 maybe 11 inches long
and as thick as a beer can. She went down onto her knees
at the edge of the bed with her face resting just inches
from his cock. She took one hand and wrapped it most of
the way around his prick with the other cupping one of
his balls.
She leant forward smiling and slowly started to lick his
balls then progressed all the way up his shaft to the fat
knob where she flickered her tongue across his piss hole
and just under his rim. He started to say to her, "Yeah,
that's it. Come and get it, Come and get it. Show me how
much you want it."
She then took his large knob in her mouth, slowly
stretching the sides of her cheeks as she took it all in
and continued to use her tongue. She tried to swallow a
few more inches but could barely get more than two inches
past the head of his cock. She would alternate between
this and licking and kissing up the length of his shaft.
Unbelievable, I came in spurts. Shooting so far I nearly
hit the window.
I searched my pockets for a tissue all the while Susan
had laid down on the bed and Sam had straddled her in a
69 position. Her head was at the window's end and I could
see her only 3 or 4 feet away as his cock slowly lowered
down into her wide opened mouth. She again licked his
knob and shaft as well as trying to swallow as much of
that huge cock as she could.
She even held his cock to the side so she could lick
and suck his balls, then she even licked his ass, which
totally took me by surprise. Then she arched her head
right back and her eyes looked right through me even
though I knew she could not possibly see me in the dark.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his head as she began to
orgasm, shaking uncontrollably and a scream so loud I may
as well have been in the room with them.
When she started to recover he slid off her and in be-
tween her legs, with his cock resting just outside her
pussy. He began to rub the end of his giant cock over
her clitoris in readiness for the onslaught.
I could not believe that a cock that big could possibly
fit inside my wife, but I also knew this was not the
first time she was to feel his cock up inside of her.
My cock was already hard again as I looked down at what
stuck out between my legs and what hung between his, and
wondered if I would ever be able to satisfy my wife again
or if she would even want me to.
He slowly started to wedge his big fat cock between my
wife's stretching pussy, the entire scene looked ab-
solutely incredible. I began to stroke my dick again as
I watched as inch after inch slowly crept up inside her
like some huge fucking snake. He must of had 7 or 8
inches inside of her when he paused for a moment then
began to slowly withdraw his cock only to ease it back
in. He continued on at this slow pace for what seemed
like ages until my wife began screaming and shaking all
over again. He then suddenly pushed most of his cock
right inside, held it there then withdrew quickly
before jamming it nearly all the way back in again.
My wife was off again barely moments after her last
orgasm, this time yelling, "Fuck yes, oh fuck me, God
yes, yes, give it all to me! I want it all!"
He began to drive it in and out with a lot more force and
speed. He was now fucking her to the hilt and she was
loving every second of it. She was then turned over onto
her knees doggy style without his cock ever leaving her
cunt, and the pounding and screaming continued.
Her face was so close I wanted to lean forward and kiss
her, her eyes clenched shut with a look on her face of
sheer ecstasy. He then lay back on the bed as she mounted
him facing the other wall.
I came again as I watched my wife slam her ass up and
down the full length of that gigantic cock.
When she came again she rested her cunt just above the
base of his cock and did what could only be described as
vibrated her pussy with probably 10 thick inches deep
inside her cunt. He again rolled her onto her back and
held her knees up near her shoulders giving him the
deepest access into her now more than willing cunt. He
started to again jack hammer that monstrous cock into her
even harder, deeper and faster than before. He began to
groan and contort his face and I knew he was about to
cum, somehow his pace seemed to quicken even more and now
my wife began to shake violently again as he came deep
inside of her.
His face turned from the tormented contortions to that of
a relieving grin as I could see his cock covered in his
own cum as he still slowly eased his cock in and out of
my wife.
They kissed and held each other naked for what seemed
an eternity as thoughts of having lost my wife flashed
through my mind. Now not wanting to confront them because
of a strange fear of losing my wife, I booked into a
Hotel for the night where I sat contemplating what to do
and how much I enjoyed watching them the whole of the
next day. Only taking my mind away from them to watch the
football game I was meant to attend.
The following night I again went to the house and again
watched them fuck. On Monday morning I rang her as
planned and told her I had a good weekend. When I asked
her how hers was she said it was okay but that she missed
me.
I have since told her that I had to travel a lot more in
my job, usually to a motel a few blocks away and spending
a good part of the night outside my own bedroom window.
While we still have sex a couple times a week, both of
our sex lives have definitely improved (In the strangest
way).
I have now realized how great it is to be a voyeur with
your own wife.
By: Ad Hock
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