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A Routine Sunday 
by Anon NixPixer Author (address withheld) 

***

In which a routine marriage is revived by the 
vagrancies of the weather and the attentions of a 
good neighbor. (MF, wife-cheat, husband-voy, cuck) 

***

That fateful Sunday started off with the same old 
routine. We'd been married for just under three years, 
Michelle and I, but that was enough for us to settle 
into that comfortable routine. Work was routine, play 
was routine, life was routine. Worst of all our sex 
life was routine. 

So, following the old Sunday morning routine, I pecked 
my wife's cheek and drove off to the golf course. This 
Sunday, however, did not live up to its namesake. That 
worthy was hiding behind a mass of low lying clouds. 
Nothing to stop an afternoon of golfing fun, however. 
But after an hour of whacking a ball around the 
fairways those clouds had turned ominous and soon the 
heavens opened up. The more sensible among us broke for 
the shelter of the clubhouse while a few diehards 
squinted into the storm, steadfastly refusing to 
acknowledge its presence. 

The rain wouldn't go away. It didn't look like it was 
ever going away. It just, continued to fall hard, 
determined no doubt to drown the world and all its 
creatures. So I cursed Nature and the rotten luck she 
had dumped on me and decided to go home. Not too long 
after that momentous decision I found myself pulling 
into our driveway. A lot earlier than I had planned to. 
All I had to look forward to was the rest of the day, 
spent with my loving but routine wife. Cursing the 
weather one more time I let myself in the front door. 

And I heard voices. 

Oh great, I thought, visitors. The day was just getting 
better and better. What next? An atom bomb? Worse! It 
was Jeff, one half of the sweet as apple pie couple 
that lived next door. Five minutes with those two would 
guarantee a place in heaven and a mouthful of cavities. 
Even routine ol' Michelle would be in dire need of 
rescuing by now, I thought. But better her than me. 
Grinning to myself I half-turned on my way back out. 

That's when Michelle giggled. 

I froze in my tracks. It was the same giggle I'd heard 
all those years ago. The nervous half-laugh that she 
did the first time I seduced her. Cautiously and 
silently (thanks to the sound of the falling rain)  
shut the door, removed my shoes and padded over to the 
dining room door. The sight that greeted me was well... 
routine. 

They were sitting together at the dinner table looking 
at a photo album. Jeff and Myra's photo album. The one 
we'd seen about, oh two thousand times. Yet Michelle's 
face was flushed, that endearing combination of 
embarrassment and arousal that I had come to know so 
well. And almost forgotten. 

"Aw, come on, Michelle! It'll be fun!"  

She was hesitant about doing whatever it was that Jeff 
thought would be fun. (Making ice-cream? Playing bingo? 
Any of the other FUN things that Jeff and Myra loved to 
do?) Then she was nodding. 

"That's the spirit. That's my girl!" 

Your girl? 

Michelle stood up nervously and giggled again. I found 
myself catching my breath. She was wearing the white 
dress that I'd bought for her during our honeymoon. It 
still fit her perfectly. It hugged her in all the right 
places accentuating her breasts, hips and bottom. She 
looked beautiful. I felt myself getting hard. And it 
was the sight of HER that was responsible, not a dream 
lover from the pages of a magazine. That hadn't 
happened to me in the longest time. 

Now there she was, standing in front of Jeff. Nervously 
she struck a pose, pouting lips, hands on knees. Just 
like Marilyn Monroe. Jeff laughed with delight and 
stood up. That's when I noticed the camera in his hand. 
He was clearly an expert with the thing for in the 
space of a few seconds he'd taken three pictures of a 
very red faced Michelle. Somehow that made her all the 
more exciting. 

"Thank you, kind sir!" Michelle sang and sank back in 
her chair, her dress riding up a little. She blushed 
even redder and covered her face with her hands. "I 
felt so stupid doing that." 

"Oh come now! You're a great deal prettier than Marilyn 
ever was." This was a side of Jeff I'd never seen 
before. "Wait a minute! I have a few more shots left 
here. C'mon, a few more, huh?" 

Michelle didn't hesitate for very long this time. She 
struck a couple of poses and the camera clicked away 
happily. 

"All right! A bit more leg. Come on, Michelle!" 

Again there wasn't too much hesitation before she 
raised the hem of her dress to knee level. I smiled. 
Typical Michelle. To her this was daring. 

"Higher! Higher!" 

For a moment I considered rushing in and beating Jeff 
senseless but something held me back. Curiosity 
perhaps. Whatever it was I'm glad I did. Biting her 
lower lip Michelle raised the hem of her dress a little 
higher. 

"More Michelle! Come on, you're beautiful!" 

Maybe it was the sound of those words that did it, 
words she hadn't heard in a long time. She gulped and, 
still biting her lip, she slowly raised the hem higher. 
Time stood still and all sound ceased to exist. All 
sound except the raspy breathing coming from Jeff, the 
shuddering breaths coming from Michelle and the 
clicking of the camera that is. And still her hem went 
higher. Inch by inch she revealed those magnificent 
thighs to Jeff's eyes. 

I knew his heart was beating with desire. And so was 
mine. Those familiar thighs were revealed in a new 
light. I had seen them so many times and yet I hadn't 
seen them at all. Now they were being revealed to me 
for the first time. My breathing was labored as my eyes 
followed her hands, tugging at the hem. Higher! Higher! 
Until, ahhh! just the glimpse, a wonderful glimpse of 
her panties. 

I was dying for more. Please Michelle, I breathed, show 
me more. 

"Take it off, Michelle," Jeff rasped.

With a deep sigh she whisked the dress over her head 
and stood there, arms crossed over her breasts, eyes 
closed. She was beautiful. Below, her tiny, wet panties 
hugged her mound, barely covering it, allowing wisps of 
fine hair to curl out from below. Above, she was braless, 
naked except for the cover afforded by her arms. That 
didn't last very long either. 

With her eyes still shut she lowered her arms slowly. 
Ah Michelle! Her breasts were objects of perfection. 
Round, firm and heavy, they were made to be squeezed, 
fondled, caressed. The brown aureole, tipped with 
large, erect nipples beckoned to the tongue. The camera 
clicked feverishly. 

"You're panties now! C'mon Michelle," his voice was
hoarse. 

"N-no!" she breathed but her actions belied her words. 
Her fingers snaked down her hips, slowly, uncertainly. 

"Yes, Michelle, oh yes! Please!" 

Shaking slightly my wife hooked her thumbs into the 
waistband. Then with a deep breath she peeled them off. 
I watched them fall and bunch up at her ankles. Then I 
raised my eyes to feast on her jet black forest of 
pubic hair. Jeff gasped and clicked away madly. His 
eyes were burning with desire. 

"Turn around," he croaked. 

She obeyed slowly, her movements shaky, uncertain. Her 
breasts were heaving, the nipples extended to their 
maximum. I watched her, my heart pounding, as she faced 
away from my hiding place revealing the beautifully 
rounded globes of her firm bum. They were magnificent. 
Enticing. 

"Spread your legs, Michelle," Jeff's voice was barely 
audible, "and... and bend down." 

"Yes," I whispered desperately. "Yes!"

We were both rewarded. Again very slowly she parted her 
legs and bent down at the waist pushing her ass out at 
the same time. I almost cried out at the sight. The 
globes of her ass beckoned the eye to the crack between 
them, to the brown puckered asshole, to the treasures 
below. There, presenting an unobstructed view was her 
sweet crack guarded by the half shells of her slightly 
parted outer labia. As her legs parted those beautiful 
labia separated further revealing her shining folds, 
shining wetly. As Jeff clicked away a drop of moisture 
trickled out and ran down her inner thigh. Jeff 
continued clicking but his right hand was busy undoing 
his fly. 

I gulped, unsure of this development, a little worried. 
Yet I had ignored Michelle for so long, ignored her 
needs. She deserved this. There was also another factor 
to be considered. I was very aroused by the thought of 
watching her make love to another man. Yes, I thought, 
let her have her fun. So I stayed in my hiding place 
and released my rock hard cock. The head was soaked in 
pre-come so my hands felt slick on the skin. 

I was in heaven. The sight of my wife's wide open pussy 
brought on the inevitable conclusion. My cock erupted, 
jets of come hitting the wall and carpet. It was all I 
could do to keep myself from crying out. Somehow I did 
and when my eyes refocused it was to witness Jeff 
carefully, soundlessly laying the camera on the table. 
Sticking out of his open fly was a large cock, fully 
eight inches in length and six inches around. 

Michelle was still facing away, eyes tightly shut. He 
paused for a fraction of a second, taking time to aim 
his cock at her. Then with a grunt he lunged forward 
burying his cock inside her. Her head flew around, eyes 
wide open. Then she was pushing her ass back matching 
his quick thrusts. For a moment I wondered at the ease 
with which she took him inside, she'd only had my small 
cock in her before. But that moment of jealousy 
vanished as she closed her eyes once more and gasped 
with each thrust. 

I watched them as they fucked. Their urgent thrusting 
toppled them to the floor. Michelle twisted around so 
she was facing Jeff and pulled him onto her. Reaching 
down she took hold of his cock and pumped it a couple 
of times before guiding it inside her. Wrapping her 
legs around his waist she began a humping motion, 
eagerly meeting his thrusts. My hiding place offered me 
an excellent view of him sliding in and out of her, her 
juices dripping, running down her crack and onto the 
carpet. My own cock had revived and my right hand was 
busy, feverishly rubbing away.  

"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Oh god, fuck me! Yessss!!" Michelle's 
scream pierced the air just moments before his did. Her 
whole body shuddered as her orgasm tore through her. 
"Yes! Yes! Cum in me!" 

He was obviously only too happy to comply and his 
buttock clenched and unclenched spasmodically. My hands 
moved faster, my ears still ringing with the words 
Michelle had uttered; forbidden words uttered by those 
sweet, demure lips. Fuck me! For the second time I 
sprayed the wall with jets of come while waves of 
pleasure surged through my body. 

Breathing hard I took out my handkerchief and wiped my 
cock before administering to the walls and carpet 
(there are still tell-tale stains there). I briefly 
considered joining my wife and her lover but decided 
against it for now. Nevertheless, I had plans for the 
future; but first I had to make sure my wife still 
loved me. If she did... well I envisaged a new life 
ahead of us. An unroutine life. Jealousy had no place 
there. And for that moment neither did I. 

I took one last look at the couple on the floor; his 
penis, softening, falling out of her, their juices 
dripping out of her sweet pussy, the sweat glistening 
on their bodies. A decidedly unroutine Sunday. Smiling 
at the cards fate had dealt me I blessed the weather 
and slipped quietly out the front door. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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