XXX~O

Kerry and I have been married for eleven years and we’re both 34 now. We met at university and you can probably guess the rest. We decided early on that we didn’t want children so Kerry got an IUD and I got the snip. Years passed and sex got regular and, I guess, a bit samey. Until last week.

I went to work as usual. Got settled in my office, fired up my computer, checked my mail and got down to work for an hour or so. Then the fire alarm went off. I hurried to the nearest exit a few seconds after the sprinklers came on. We gathered outside and it became clear that this was no false alarm, that a whole lot of cleaning up would be required before anyone would be back in the building and that we might as well all go home. Which is what I did.

Even as I opened our front door and entered something told me something was amiss. Kerry seemed to be nowhere around. I stopped and listened. There were noises. Soft creaking noises, rhythmic and regular, soft persistent thumps, the sounds of heavy breathing. Part of me guessed at what I was hearing. Part of me had always wondered if Kerry was the faithful wife I had always thought her to be. Part of me had always imagined this moment.

Slowly I crept up the stairs. and the sounds grew louder. The heavy breathing became moans, the creaks became sighs, the thumps became the rocking of our bedhead against the wall. Already I was picturing what was happening and it created a knot of jealousy in my stomach but also, to my surprise, an insistent arousal in my crotch as I got closer to the door of our bedroom.

Peering in through the gap between the door and the doorframe I could see Kerry on her back on our bed, her legs spread wide. Between them the taut buttocks of a young man rose and fell with  firm vibrant rhythm, driving his cock deep into my wife. Maybe I should have stormed in. Maybe I should have asserted myself and thrown him out. But there was something about what was happening - the sounds and smells of sex in the room - that riveted me to the spot.  Something that hardened my cock and made it throb against the constraints of my pants until I unfastened them, took it out, and started stroking it.

I watched his taut young arse dimpling as he fucked my wife. I listened to her moaning and panting as he took her on our bed. I looked on as her hands clutched at his shoulders, glided down his back and cupped his buttocks, urging him into her. “Yes. Oh God YES! Fuck me!  “ she moaned “Harder!” In response his thrusts grew more forceful, more rapid. Her moans and the sounds of flesh on flesh became louder. As I watched my hand moved on my now throbbingly hard cock. Then in my excitement I pushed against the bedroom door and it creaked. In a moment everything stopped. The young man - it turned out he was a student at the college where my wife works - huddled fearfully against the bedhead and Kerry looked at me, shocked.

Then she saw my cock in my hand and a questioning look passed across her face. Her eyes fixed on mine she slowly guided her lover onto his back. Watching for my reactions she got astride him and guiding  his cock, glistening with her juices, to her pussy, she sank, moaning, onto it. She began to ride him. Slowly at first, gauging my reaction, then letting go and surrendering to her instincts. She rode him passionately. She rode him forcefully. She ground and rocked on his cock as I moved to the dressing table and plucked a wad of tissue from the box that lay upon it. Her thrustings and  grindings got wilder and faster until, her body shaking, she fell forward, howling into the bed beside his ear, “FUUUUCKK!!!” as she came on his cock. Almost at the same moment I  experienced an amazingly intense orgasm and  I pumped my load into the tissues.  Coming down from it I watched as the young man continued to thrust into Kerry’s quivering body. Moments later I heard the him grunt and cry out and I knew that he was emptying his balls deep inside my wife.