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12/01/2015
One Thursday evening, my wife and I were settled in when there came a knock at the door. It was a good friend of ours, Ken; he looked like he'd been crying. We took him to the living room and he sat there a moment without talking. "What's up?" I asked. He managed to say he'd caught his wife in bed with another man. She was known for cheating (and a few other habits) and we never liked her, but now he'd seen an act that burned itself into his mind. He had reason to suspect the guy was with her and quietly let himself into the house and down to the bedroom. His wife was on her hands and knees on the bed being "serviced" by a guy she works with. Ken spoke up and yelled "Both of you get the fuck out of my house!" The guy turned, pulling his dick out and it swung straight out, still completely erect. Ken couldn't even listen to his wife's apologies for watching the guy folded his cock into his jeans. The stud dressed hurriedly and Ken gave the wife a few minutes to pack what she could carry while Mr. Dick waited outside. After Ken told the story, he broke down and my wife, "Tootie" sat by him and comforted him.
Tootie held him and rubbed his back as he sobbed. In a short while, Ken spoke up and said, "I don't even feel like a man anymore!" Tootie got instantly stern with him and said "I don't ever want to hear that from you again!" She looked like she was deep in thought for a moment, then gave me a look I couldn't quite interpret. She stood, took his hands and commanded, "Stand up!" With that, she took him out of the room, stooping to give me a little kiss on the forehead on her way out. I was puzzled, then heard a door close in the other part of the house. I got up, peeked down the hall; our bedroom door was closed!
Please understand, my wife was a good, virtuous woman; she'd never cheated on me. I had always had fantasies about her with other men, but that's all they were--bedroom fantasies. I couldn't hear much, but I could make out a rustling noise. Momentarily I heard our headboard tapping lightly and repeatedly against the wall. I'm not stupid, I know they're having sex, and I'm incredibly turned on. The other feelings I was having are hard to put in words, but I had some monstrous butterflies in my stomach. The tapping got harder, then would stop a few seconds, then start beating again. My wife's voice became audible and got louder; she was having a very good time. My dick was trying to get out of my pants, and I wanted terribly to beat it off, but decided to settle for rubbing it through my pajama bottoms. Ken and my wife were making guttural noises now and sounded like they were about to reach climax, so I moved back to the living room. Shortly, the door creaked open and I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower come on. I slipped back to the bedroom to take a look, turned on the light and saw the bedcovers on the floor; an 8 inch wet spot was on the middle of the sheet and I could see spots of Ken's semen at the bottom of the spot. I rubbed the cum with my fingers. I returned to the living room and waited to see what else would happen.
When they returned to me, my wife gave me a romantic kiss, whispered "Thanks," and Ken gave me a brotherly hug, said little and looked a bit embarrassed. Ken said he wanted to step out on the patio for a second for some "air," but I knew it was so my wife could talk to me and see what I was feeling. She spoke up softly, "You know I had to do that, don't you?" "I'm fine," I said, "I think it was a sweet thing to do." She smiled and asked, "Is it okay if he sleeps with me, just for tonight?" I gave a little laugh and said, "Yeah, I think you two know each other well enough for that!" After we went to bed, I heard more monkey business and the bed was really talking! Now, safely from the spare bedroom, I pulled out my cock and worked it up and down until blasting long ropes of cum all over my T-shirt. Then it dawned on me that all of my other clothes were in the bedroom with the lovers! I went to sleep in my cum-soaked T-shirt.
The next day, I got up, went into the bedroom to get my clothes to go to work. They were both asleep in the nude, my wife's arm was reached around Ken from behind, like she was sheltering him. I dressed and left. At lunch time, my cell phone rang and my wife said Ken had just left to go take care of some of his business. I asked her if they'd had any fun since I left this morning; she answered laughingly "Only a couple of times! Mostly, I let him take out his frustrations on my pussy and I'm a little sore, now!"
That was then end of their sexual relationship. I said little about it and my wife was tight-lipped about the sexy details of what she did with him, though she did let me know that I would be rewarded well for being such an understanding friend and husband! Ken is still my friend, is still divorced, but he sweet with and protective of my wife. If I'm not around and she calls him for help, he drops whatever he's doing and goes to her. If they wanted to have a fling, I'd guard the door for them, but so far it hasn't happened.
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Tootie held him and rubbed his back as he sobbed. In a short while, Ken spoke up and said, "I don't even feel like a man anymore!" Tootie got instantly stern with him and said "I don't ever want to hear that from you again!" She looked like she was deep in thought for a moment, then gave me a look I couldn't quite interpret. She stood, took his hands and commanded, "Stand up!" With that, she took him out of the room, stooping to give me a little kiss on the forehead on her way out. I was puzzled, then heard a door close in the other part of the house. I got up, peeked down the hall; our bedroom door was closed!
Please understand, my wife was a good, virtuous woman; she'd never cheated on me. I had always had fantasies about her with other men, but that's all they were--bedroom fantasies. I couldn't hear much, but I could make out a rustling noise. Momentarily I heard our headboard tapping lightly and repeatedly against the wall. I'm not stupid, I know they're having sex, and I'm incredibly turned on. The other feelings I was having are hard to put in words, but I had some monstrous butterflies in my stomach. The tapping got harder, then would stop a few seconds, then start beating again. My wife's voice became audible and got louder; she was having a very good time. My dick was trying to get out of my pants, and I wanted terribly to beat it off, but decided to settle for rubbing it through my pajama bottoms. Ken and my wife were making guttural noises now and sounded like they were about to reach climax, so I moved back to the living room. Shortly, the door creaked open and I heard the bathroom door shut and the shower come on. I slipped back to the bedroom to take a look, turned on the light and saw the bedcovers on the floor; an 8 inch wet spot was on the middle of the sheet and I could see spots of Ken's semen at the bottom of the spot. I rubbed the cum with my fingers. I returned to the living room and waited to see what else would happen.
When they returned to me, my wife gave me a romantic kiss, whispered "Thanks," and Ken gave me a brotherly hug, said little and looked a bit embarrassed. Ken said he wanted to step out on the patio for a second for some "air," but I knew it was so my wife could talk to me and see what I was feeling. She spoke up softly, "You know I had to do that, don't you?" "I'm fine," I said, "I think it was a sweet thing to do." She smiled and asked, "Is it okay if he sleeps with me, just for tonight?" I gave a little laugh and said, "Yeah, I think you two know each other well enough for that!" After we went to bed, I heard more monkey business and the bed was really talking! Now, safely from the spare bedroom, I pulled out my cock and worked it up and down until blasting long ropes of cum all over my T-shirt. Then it dawned on me that all of my other clothes were in the bedroom with the lovers! I went to sleep in my cum-soaked T-shirt.
The next day, I got up, went into the bedroom to get my clothes to go to work. They were both asleep in the nude, my wife's arm was reached around Ken from behind, like she was sheltering him. I dressed and left. At lunch time, my cell phone rang and my wife said Ken had just left to go take care of some of his business. I asked her if they'd had any fun since I left this morning; she answered laughingly "Only a couple of times! Mostly, I let him take out his frustrations on my pussy and I'm a little sore, now!"
That was then end of their sexual relationship. I said little about it and my wife was tight-lipped about the sexy details of what she did with him, though she did let me know that I would be rewarded well for being such an understanding friend and husband! Ken is still my friend, is still divorced, but he sweet with and protective of my wife. If I'm not around and she calls him for help, he drops whatever he's doing and goes to her. If they wanted to have a fling, I'd guard the door for them, but so far it hasn't happened.
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