I guess I should not have been surprised but I came home from work on Friday to find that my wife was having round 8 with him. As I was driving up to my house I saw his car in my driveway. Being niave I was wondering why he was at my house. But coming through the front door I instantly knew as I heard the familiar squeaking of our bed. He was fucking my wife. I stood there paralyzed. Do I leave and come back later, just stay downstairs and let them finish or go up and witness the fucking? I had no idea how long they had been fucking but I knew my wife would have typically gotten home about a half hour before me. As I stood there, I could hear my wife gasping, the sounds she makes as she is cumming. I was hard, fuck was I hard. I quickly stripped off my pants and briefs, freeing my rock hard cock and sat on the steps. Watching them fuck over those 7 days I could imagine exactly what was happening in my marital bed. I masturbated while they fucked, trying to slow down my pace as I knew he could go a long time and somehow I wanted to cum when I knew he was cumming. I was so horny and it was hard to not just quickly beat off. My cock head was oozing precum. Fuck when was he going to shoot his load. There was my wife cumming again and I almost lost control. Finally I heard my wife tell him to cum, that she needed him to cum and he grunted, the squeaking intensifying (was he going to break the bed) and he clearly was cumming, as was I. Fuck what a mess I made on the steps. I quickly cleaned up my mess and carrying my pants and briefs up the stairs, naked from the waist down, I went into my bedroom, knowing I would see them both naked. What I saw was him still on top of my wife and they were passionately kissing. I just stood there, until he noticed me. He moved off my wife, pulling his cock out of her cunt.
Was there guilt, shame, I saw on my wife's face? I knew it was not from the fucking, fuck she has fucked so many guys I have lost count, most with me there, some without me, some planned, some I found out later. Was she having feelings for him? Yes he could be the father of a baby for her, I guess that can lead to some kind of special feelings. But that kiss was more than just a lust kiss. There was passion in it. For a moment I felt like I could not breath.
To break the moment, my wife jumped out of bed, kissed me on the lips and said she was getting a shower. I just looked at him, laying there naked, clearly no embarrassment or guilt on his part. Not that I would expect that from the fact he was there fucking my wife, but that kiss. Was I just imagining it, was it nothing more than post intercourse? I did not, still do not , think so.
But I had a choice to make, make a big deal out of it or ignore it. Maybe this is why I am a cuckold, because I chose to ignore it.
Was there guilt, shame, I saw on my wife's face? I knew it was not from the fucking, fuck she has fucked so many guys I have lost count, most with me there, some without me, some planned, some I found out later. Was she having feelings for him? Yes he could be the father of a baby for her, I guess that can lead to some kind of special feelings. But that kiss was more than just a lust kiss. There was passion in it. For a moment I felt like I could not breath.
To break the moment, my wife jumped out of bed, kissed me on the lips and said she was getting a shower. I just looked at him, laying there naked, clearly no embarrassment or guilt on his part. Not that I would expect that from the fact he was there fucking my wife, but that kiss. Was I just imagining it, was it nothing more than post intercourse? I did not, still do not , think so.
But I had a choice to make, make a big deal out of it or ignore it. Maybe this is why I am a cuckold, because I chose to ignore it.