Part 2 [of 3]
It was incredibly strange, watching your wife go to work every morning knowing that her boss would be not only flirting, but possibly having sex with her. Every day while I was at work myself, I would find myself wondering if they were doing it at that moment, and if so what exactly they were doing. Where were they? In what position? A thousand visions would run through my mind every single day, and then when Beth got home at night I would ask her if they had done it today. Sometimes she would say no, they didn’t do it every day, but at least twice a week she would report yes, and then that night in bed I would get the full details.
Beth knew it turned me on now. It was several weeks since she had first confessed to screwing Gary and while I had never actually said out loud how it excited me, it was obvious from the huge erection I got every time she gave me the dirty details. She would tell me everything I wanted to know – when, where and how – and then we would always have great sex straight afterwards.
That was the best thing about it. Since she had started this mini-affair with Gary, our love life had taken off. Beth had always been a decent lay, I wouldn’t have married the girl if she wasn’t, but she had now become a real tiger between the sheets. Especially when she had been with Gary that day. She would become super-horny as she recounted the details of today’s extra-marital fuck to me in bed, and quite often she would slip a hand down beneath the covers and play with my hard-on as she gave me the details. By the time she had finished, we were always both raring to go and the night would end with us ravaging each other like never before.
The fact that her hairy blonde pussy had been used earlier that day by another man only served to turn me on further, as did the fact that he was much bigger downstairs. I was 5 inches and in the lower realms of average but according to Beth, Gary was packing serious meat. Her pussy wasn’t quite as tight on the days where he had screwed her, but maybe that was my overactive imagination.
Beth’s extra wages had been an absolute boon. It was two weeks before Christmas and we had managed to get the kids every present they wanted for the first time ever. The festive period in our household was shaping up to be one of the best ever! But while I was blissfully happy with our domestic life, I yearned to take our naughty secret further. Imagining Beth and Gary was one thing, but I wanted to actually see it with my own eyes. Even imagining it was difficult really as I had never seen or met Gary, so I decided that the first step was to see him. Beth had described him to me of course, but to know what he looked like would serve to make my fantasies even more real. Maybe then, I wouldn’t ache to see them fucking quite so much. My fantasies might be enough.
I asked Beth if we should invite him over to dinner, or maybe all go out together one evening but she was horrified at the idea, saying she wouldn’t feel comfortable with that and that it would ‘interfere’ with our happy little set-up. Instead I suggested that I pop in to her work one day, to perhaps take her out for her lunch hour and Beth thought that was a much better idea so the following day I squeezed out of my job for a couple of hours and arrived at Beth’s place of work at her lunch time.
I was feeling a touch of nerves for some reason. Beth had described Gary as tall and quite broad. Not really handsome, but not ugly either with short dark hair and blue eyes beneath thick, dark eyebrows. I suppose I was just feeling a little worried at what he might think of me, or maybe how he might react.
I needn’t have worried. He looked just as Beth had described, and was nothing short of charming when I introduced myself. Gary was a good 3 or 4 inches taller than me and much broader and muscular. A man who took good care of himself. He wasn’t classically good-looking, but I could see why Beth might be attracted to him. You could almost smell the wealth on him, and he had that aura around him that powerful men always seem to have, that women are inevitable drawn towards. He had a firm grip, and looked me right in the eyes as we shook hands. The cheeky bastard, he was fucking my wife!
The offices were very luxurious. I identified his personal office, marked by a golden plaque on the door marked ‘Gary Penskew’, a quite unusual name. The door was ajar and through it I could see a large leather-topped oak desk. The desk that Beth had been fucked over and on top so many times.
Beth looked nervous and uncomfortable the whole time I was there, fidgeting and wringing her hands until we left to go to the restaurant where I had booked us a table. As I drove, my imagination went in overdrive, re-picturing and re-imagining all the things that Beth had described to me, but with the figure of Gary now painted in fully and accurately.
“I thought you were going to say something, ” Beth finally spoke as we sat down to eat.
“Why would I? I don’t want to spoil anything, ” I assured her. “I just wanted to see what he looked like.”
“And?” Beth looked at me with an odd look on her face.
“He looked like you said.”
“Okay” Beth continued to look at me strangely. “You don’t need to worry. I do love you. Really, really love you. I’m not going to leave you for him or anything. He’s said since day one that this is all strictly no-strings fun, and that it’s got to stay that way.”
Beth had told me all this before, to allay my initial fears about her developing any feelings for him, but it was only now that I felt a little bit better about it. I realized that subconsciously I had been worrying about losing my beautiful Beth to the much richer, taller, broader, more exciting and well hung Gary.
When I dropped her back at work I was tempted to go in with her again, but she skipped off through the front doors of her office before I even had time to get out of the car, and I was running a bit late to get back to my workplace so I left it there. The first thing I did when I got back into my office was to go straight into the toilet and beat one out furiously while imagining my wife being ruthlessly screwed over Gary’s leather and wood desk.
I sat at my desk with my laptop in front of me, and idly typed his name into Google. Gary Penskew – not a common surname at all, so I wondered what I might find out about him. I was surprised how much information there was. I found out that he owned two other companies besides the one that Beth worked for. I found several business profiles and biographies, articles written about him and even a list of his various qualifications and business history. I guess it’s hard to be anonymous when you have so much money and such a high status in the city. I even found his home address, so I looked up his home and found pictures of it on an estate agency website. I sat there in envy as I clicked on the pictures of it, a sprawling mansion like something out of an MTV Cribs show.
I was quite shocked at just how much information there was. If I was a criminal, or a different sort of person I could have done all sorts of things with it, but I wasn’t that way inclined. Still, I filed away his information in my laptop’s address book, just in case I ever needed it.
That night Beth was late home, so I knew that they were having a ‘romp day’. It had fallen into a bit of a pattern – they would quite often have sex on a Tuesday and then again on the Thursday or Friday, so that it fitted in with Gary’s life outside work. He wasn’t married, but he did have several girlfriends and often went out with his buddies who were probably rich playboys too.
That night however she was very late. She did call to tell me, so I was never worried but I did wonder what the hell she was doing. I told the kids that mom was working late, but they were in bed by the time she finally got home. She was rather drunk, and staggered in with a huge smile on her face, whispering apologies for being so late and asking if the kids were okay and in bed.
I assured her they were and asked her if she had a nice time tonight. “Where have you been?” It wasn’t unusual for Beth to be quite late, but this was the latest yet.
“Gary took for me for something to eat and then to a hotel, ” she bragged. “It was great.”
“A hotel?” That was a first. “Wow! What did you get up to?”
“I’ll tell you later, ” Beth said with a wink. “But, you’ll have to be gentle with me tonight because I’m a bit sore, you know? Down there?”
“Sore! Whoa… What did he do to you?” I chuckled. I couldn’t wait to hear about this one.
“Well, ” Beth hesitated which was also a first. Usually, she couldn’t wait to tell me everything. “He was just a bit more physical. You know? And we did it twice.” The last sentence sounded tacked-on and I could tell that she was holding back on something, but I didn’t care. I knew I would find out that night.
When we were laid in bed, she explained in detail to me how he had softened her up with wine at some posh restaurant before taking her to an equally expensive hotel where he had the penthouse suite booked for the evening. Beth told me that the ‘physical’ stuff consisted of him handcuffing her to the four-poster bed before having full-on, all-out, no holds barred sex with her in every way possible.
“It was amazing, ” she gushed. “He even wanted me to do it up the bottom, but I didn’t let him. He’s getting so naughty!” I practically leapt on top of her, then calmed myself down and screwed her gently like she had asked me to, while she told me the rest of the story. Apparently, room service had almost caught them, and Beth had to hide under the sheets until the fellow had gone.
She felt very wet and loose, much more so than usual, so I imagined that Gary had given her a really good seeing to tonight. The thought made me add my cum to his fairly quickly, and then I laid down to get some much-needed sleep. Beth soon dropped off, but my over-active mind kept me up until the early hours, filled with images of what she had described. Something about Beth’s story tonight didn’t quite seem true, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. There was just a hesitancy about her that wasn’t usually there. Obviously he had done something even ruder than she had described, something she was a bit embarrassed to confess to but I knew I would find out in time. It was probably the anal sex; I put it down to that for now anyway. I suspected he had fucked her up the ass, something she had never let me do in all our years together, and so she felt too guilty and maybe too embarrassed to tell me. I would let Beth tell me in her own time.
It was the run up to Christmas, and I got my invite to the works Christmas party. I was looking forward to taking Beth and showing her off to my work colleagues but her party night was on the same date, so we agreed to just go to our respective parties on our own. Beth did offer to come to mine and forget about hers, but I told her it really didn’t matter. Secretly, I really didn’t want her to miss out on a good sex session with Gary, which was inevitable considering the circumstances. There was bound to be high spirits and alcohol, and I was sure they were bound to have some great sex after the party, which I would then get the fun of hearing about.
In the week leading up to the parties, Beth and Gary had their usual Tuesday and Thursday time together, and the Thursday was like the week before, a very late one. Beth got in at almost midnight, again explaining that Gary had taken her out. This time they had been for a meal, a drink and then to Gary’s house for a drunken fuck. Gary had paid for her to get a taxi home as they were both pretty drunk this time.
“Did you have anal again?” I cheekily inquired, trying to take advantage of her inebriated state to bluff the truth out of her. Beth just looked at me puzzled, and shook her head.
“No way!” she slurred. “And don’t ask – you’re not getting any either. I’m a bit sore again, ” she complained as she went to the bathroom to get showered and ready for bed.
I did get some. Of course I did, I’m quite a persuasive person when I want to be but it was slow, gentle sex again. I was desperate to hear exactly what she had been up to and was a bit disappointed when Beth was a bit reticent to share tonight’s experience.
“Don’t you get bored of hearing this?” she asked me as I slowly fucked her, while trying to coax out the dirty details. “It was just the same as always, but in his bed this time.”
“Yes, but what exactly did you do?” I continued to chip away at her.
“Just the same as always, ” Beth repeated and went on to describe how they had undressed each other, then done the usual oral foreplay and finished up making love in his bed.
“That’s it?” There had to be more. Was she holding out on me? Beth just shrugged and I gave up, making up for my disappointment by screwing her steadily until I came into her again very loose and already cum-lubricated pussy.
The night of the Christmas parties came around, and we were both pretty excited. Beth was looking forward to partying with her friends, and then a private party with Gary afterwards. I was looking forward to hearing all about it. I did have a plan in place though, a devious little plan which hopefully would fulfil my fantasy of seeing Beth and Gary together. Beth had explained that Gary had asked her if she wanted to stay at his house after the party, but Beth said she really wanted to go home, so I offered to stay sober and pick her up from wherever she was. The plan was in place – I was going to turn up early and hopefully cop an eyeful of whatever it was she was up to.
At 11pm I got a call from Beth to say that Gary and her were leaving the party now and going to his house for a bit of a ‘Christmas cuddle. ‘ She said that she would call me after they were done and then she would give me the address so that I could drive over and pick her up. Little did Beth know that I already had Gary’s home address on my PC, so the moment I put the phone down, I made my apologies to my work colleagues, jumped in the car and set off to stake out Gary’s house.
I had no idea what to expect, and I swallowed down a whole chunk of disappointment when I headed up his road. I had seen pictures of the house on the internet, but they were all internal pictures. I had no idea what the outside looked like. Every house on the road was huge, and each had a perimeter wall or fence, all with tall wooden or iron gates at the bottom of their entranceways. I pulled up a few doors short of Gary’s place and pondered what to do next. I was no cat burglar, in fact I probably wouldn’t be able to climb over the shortest fence on the road and Gary’s was twice as tall as that.
Feeling slightly glum, I decided to stick around for a while. There was no point in heading home only to have to make the return drive in an hour or however long they might take to have their Christmas cuddle. I put the radio on and was sat tapping my hands on the steering wheel when a car came up the road from the opposite direction. It was a large silver 4 x 4, a cool beast indeed and to my delight it stopped right in front of Gary’s black iron gates. Was this them? It ust be. I had
beaten them here!
I held my breath as the gates opened and the car drove through them and out of sight. The gates were still open and I counted to 30, still holding my breath the whole time. They were still open when I finished, so I started the car, creeping it forward until I was in a position where I could see up the driveway. It went straight uphill for maybe 50 yards before bending to the right and out of sight. The 4 x 4 was nowhere to be seen and the gates were still open. Maybe in his haste to get my Beth into his bed, Gary had forgotten to close them?
Offering a silent prayer to Lady Luck, I decided to take a chance and reversing the car back to its original position, I got out and walked the short distance to Gary’s house. I paused for a moment before heading up the drive, looking around for any security cameras. I didn’t want to be arrested for trespassing or anything. Satisfied that I wasn’t being watched, I pushed down the mixed feelings of nervousness and anticipation and headed up the driveway.
As I rounded the bend in the road, the house came into view; a modern two-story stone building set before a large round grassy garden, complete with pond and fountain. Most of the many windows were dark but two of the ground floor windows were illuminated. That was lucky – there wasn’t any trees I could climb to peek in through the upper storey windows. I ran as stealthily as I could across the grass lawn towards the lit part of the house when I heard a dog bark.
I froze. Did Gary have guard dogs? Warily I looked around but saw nothing and then I hard the same bark again, this time further out. I exhaled in relief. The dog must belong to one of his neighbors or something. As I made my way towards the house, a light came on in one of the previously darkened windows and I could see straight into the room beyond as the curtains weren’t closed. I tiptoed into the shadows that lined the walls, out of the glow of the outdoor spotlights and my breath caught as I saw Beth cross the window, followed by Gary. They were both fully dressed, but for how long?
Beth came into view again, standing right in front of the window. She was saying something to Gary but I couldn’t hear anything. She looked beautiful tonight. She was still wearing what she had gone out in – a figure hugging black dress that dipped down at the front to show some cleavage. Her blonde hair had been done at the hairdressers’ especially for tonight, curly ringlets of gold, all put up onto the top of her head in an elegant bun that showed off the curves of her neck, but as I watched she reached up and pulled out the clips that were holding it up and then sexily shook her head so that it bounced loose around her shoulders.
That was a teasing thing Beth did sometimes for me, because she knew I loved her with her hair down and tousled, so I guessed that Gary must like it too. Then I jumped as Beth turned towards the window, staring straight at me, but she mustn’t have seen me because she didn’t start or jump at all as she drew the curtains closed. It was very dark outside and the area where I was standing was completely in shadow. I moved right up to the window and tried to look through but she hadn’t left a gap at all. Annoyance and frustration surged through me for a moment. I assumed they were at it – and I was missing out!
In desperation I wondered if the room had a window around the other side, and I walked around the house to find out. At the rear of the building was the silver 4 x 4, along with a fleet of other cars including a Porsche, a Rolls and a couple of more ordinary cars which I guessed must be his everyday or work vehicles. How much money did this guy have?
There were two windows with light glowing from them, but both were covered by curtains. I stepped in closer to the first one but all hope disappeared when I found that one also had the curtains drawn tightly shut. The second window however had a thin crack of light running vertically down the centre, where the curtains were ever so slightly apart. I crossed my fingers and carefully peered through.
There they were! I couldn’t see a great deal, until I crouched a little lower to where the curtain gap was at its widest point. Beth was sitting on a white leather sofa with a glass of sparkling wine in her hand. Then again, with it being Gary it was probably Champagne. Gary came into view as he sat next to her. They clinked their glasses together before taking a drink but it didn’t take long before the glasses were set down and they started kissing.
Even just watching them kissing got me incredibly turned on. By the time Gary’s hand started wandering up Beth’s thigh and under the hem of her knee length dress, my cock was so hard it was painful. I looked around me. There wasn’t anyone around, and none of the other houses were in view of me, so I undid my zip and released my aching penis, stroking it gently as I continued to watch the show which my pretty little wife was unknowingly putting on for me.
Gary’s hand reappeared from under her skirt, pulling her tiny black panties down. Beth still had her black high heeled shoes on and Gary pulled her knickers off one foot, but they caught in the shoe on the other and stayed hanging around her ankle, which looked incredibly sexy. He pushed her willing legs open and ran his hand back up her thigh and out of view beneath her dress once more. His glass was on the table by the sofa, and Beth took a long swig from hers and then placed the glass beside his. While their kiss was broken, Gary took the opportunity to pull the straps of her black dress down off her shoulders, bringing her cleavage and the cups of her lacy black bra into full view.
I had to slow down pulling on my cock because I was close to cumming. This was unbelievably erotic, seeing my wife with another man, even more so than I had imagined. Gary’s hand was working beneath her skirt once more as they continued to kiss passionately and I could see Beth’s hips moving slightly in response to whatever it was he was doing under there, presumably fingering her or rubbing her clit. Finally Gary flipped up the front of her skirt, bringing her little blonde bush into view. Gary’s beefy hand covered most of her mound but I could see his fingers rubbing on her clit and I could see the wetness in and around her pussy lips.
Again, they broke off kissing for a moment and Gary stood up and unbuckled his trousers. His back was turned to me so I couldn’t see anything but he stepped in close to Beth, standing between her legs so that his cock must have been right in front her face. I saw Beth’s hands come around and hold on to his hips as she leaned in towards his cock. My view was blocked as Gary was facing the wrong way but I could tell Beth was sucking him off by the rocking of her upper body. Gary had his head tossed back in appreciation and one hand was in front of him, presumably holding on to the back of her head.
I felt a ripple of jealousy run through me. How I wished that it was Beth’s warm and wet mouth around my cock right now rather than my hand. Gary reached down and picked up his glass, necking the remainder of his drink before refilling both glasses from the bottle which had been on the table also. Then he stepped back, and I got to see his cock for the first time. It was big, just as Beth had described. Not porn-star huge, but a couple of inches longer and significantly thicker than mine. The end of his cock was uncut, and rock hard as it was, his angry purple end looked bulbous and almost eager to fuck my wife. I was certainly eager to see it fuck her.
Things got better. Gary sat down on the sofa this time, Beth got off to kneel on the floor beside him so that she could lean over and take him in her mouth. She pulled his trousers down to his ankles as she began running her tongue around the tip of his cock, then she engulfed it in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down its length. I didn’t blink as I didn’t want to miss a second of this. It was such a thrill to see. Beth could get maybe two thirds of the way down his length, and then she would lift her head until just the very tip was in her mouth before sucking down his shaft once more. Gary’s hand went to the back of her head again, pushing her further down gradually with each stroke, until she was eventually taking almost his complete length in her mouth. That must have felt wonderful, it certainly looked wonderful.
Gary’s hands went to the front her dress and he pulled it further down, then dragged the cups of her bra down so that her breasts spilled free. He took one tit in his hand, kneading it quite firmly while she sucked him. Her ministrations got faster, and Gary’s eyes closed in pleasure. Would he cum now in her mouth? I wanted to see her get screwed by his impressive penis. Surely he would fuck her? She had mentioned a Christmas cuddle, which I interpreted as full sex, not just a blowjob.
I got my wish. A few minutes later, Gary lifted Beth’s face up from his groin and kissed her again, even more passionately than before, while kicking his trousers and socks off. Beth climbed up onto the settee from the floor while he stood up to throw his shirt off so that he was standing naked before her. I had to admit Gary had an impressive body. He obviously worked out. His muscles were defined if not massive like a body builder and there wasn’t an inch of fat on him. His torso and abs looked like they were carved from a rock face and he was shaved all over, apart from a little bit of hair around his dick. Altogether he made a quite impressive specimen, when you included his sizable member, cut body and height. I felt a touch of envy again. No wonder Beth enjoyed having sex with him, when compared to my average height, podgy frame and smallish penis.
Beth didn’t take her dress off. Her 34B breasts were in full view already, her bra was around her waist almost, along with most of the dress. She hitched the skirt up further around her hips, and lying on the settee she opened her legs so that one was resting on the back of the sofa and the other one splayed out off the edge of the seat. Gary didn’t waste any time, holding his sizable dick in his hand he laid on top of Beth, looking down and guiding himself into her gold fur-lined hole. Again, I didn’t have the best of views from where I was, but I was enjoying it nonetheless.
They resumed kissing, and Gary’s ass began to move up and down between Beth’s thighs. Her hands came around his back, sliding down until they were on his backside, and then holding on tight as Gary began to pump into her harder. Then Gary broke off the kiss, lifting himself up on his arms so that he had better leverage with which to fuck her. He was looking down between her legs to watch his cock slide in and out of her. I wished I had the same view. From where I was I could only see them from the side. I could see her breasts bouncing with the impact of his groin against hers, but I couldn’t see any penetration.
Gary was building into a steady rhythm, and Beth was obviously enjoying it. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip in a look of pure pleasure. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My wife was being screwed right in front of me by another man, and I was loving every second. I should have been angry and jealous, but all I felt was arousal, lust and the overriding desire to join in and stick my cock in her mouth or something. I didn’t though. I just stood there outside the window, entranced by the scene unfolding in front of me.
They changed position, Gary sitting down on the settee and Beth clambering on to his lap. Finally I had a good view, and again I had to stop playing with myself before I came as Beth reached down and slid herself onto Gary’s pole. She was leaning forwards toward him, and the angle gave me a terrific view of his cock parting her pussy lips and sliding inside her. It took her a moment to fully impale herself down his shaft, and then she started to ride him with gusto. I had never seen Beth in this light before. She was tossing her blonde hair around, bucking her hips as she fucked him, and although I couldn’t hear anything through the glass window, I could imagine the sounds she was making.
Gary’s hands were on Beth’s hips, lifting her up and down in rhythm to his own upward movements. His head was out of view, buried in her chest, presumably licking and kissing her nipples. I decided to try and get her to repeat the same sexual activities with me when we got home, so I could fully appreciate what it looked like for Gary. I would have to be subtle though, I didn’t want Beth to know that I had watched. She would think that was a bit creepy. I suppose it was, but I really didn’t give a fuck at that moment.
Gary’s head came into view as he leaned to the side all of a sudden. Beth leaned the same way, the pair of them pausing in their movements for a second while they both laughed at something to their left, my right, something I couldn’t see. I guessed it was the television or something. My field of view just about encompassed the sofa they were sat on, but not much else of the room so I had no idea what else was in there. It looked like the living room, but I couldn’t be sure. A house this size might have several lounges and living rooms.
Then I got the shock of my life. Another man, I didn’t recognise him, walked into the space that I could see and stood at the side of Beth and Gary. He was short and chubby, more so than me, and when he turned around I also saw he was quite old, perhaps in his late 50s or even his early 60s. His hair was still dark, but streaked with gray and was receding badly. Who was this guy? What was he doing there? And most importantly, why wasn’t Beth screaming in alarm?
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