I hadn’t told my wife that I was coming home a day early. My flight landed mid-morning so I planned to do a few things around the house. I thought she would be out and then I would be there to greet her when she got home. When I turned into our street I could see a car I didn’t know parked in front of our house. I thought nothing of it so I just pulled in on our driveway.
Then standing in the driveway I could hear music blaring from inside the house, oddly loud for the middle of the day. I left my bag in the car and went to the back door, which was locked. The back door is closer to where I park my car. I let myself in, still oblivious to what was happening until I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from our bedroom.
I stood just inside the back door for several long minutes, wondering if I should leave or stay. I didn’t know whom my wife was fucking or what he knew about her situation. If he assumed he was simply tapping some married slut on the side then her husband might be an unwelcome surprise. Then again, most guys didn’t give a shit as long as they got her pussy.
I could turn down the music as a way of announcing myself, or shout “Honey, I’m home!” and see if they stopped suddenly or just kept on fucking. Or maybe I could wait quietly in the living room until they were done, then bring them towels and drinks. That might seem like I was spying though and maybe like I was listening to something not meant for my ears. Another alternative is that I could introduce myself and then politely close the bedroom door to give them some privacy. Or maybe I could stay and watch. Would I be allowed to stay? Or would it be best if I simply waited down the street in my car until he was finished with my wife? All these possibilities ran through my taunted mind.
It didn’t sound like they were anywhere close to finishing. My heart was pounding and my head, spinning. I pulled out my phone and stepped softly around the corner.
It was at once exhilarating and nerve-wracking, that titillating feeling you get when you stumble across something hidden and forbidden. I can’t recall if my dick was hard or not at the time. Honestly, I don’t think that it was but I was extremely aroused, limp dick or not.
Despite all of our previous hotwife experiences, this was almost overwhelming. I felt so cuckolded. Not in the cartoonish Internet porn sense of the word, but actually so.
I should probably pause to note that my wife sometimes plays alone. But I’m typically in on it, even if she leaves me at home. So this really wasn’t your stereotypical “OMG I just walked in on my wife fucking someone else!” melodrama. I mean, I had wanked my cock off to virtually this exact scene a few weeks earlier at a hotel. But there’s something about really seeing it from the outside as an uninvited spectator that added a strange twist to the whole thing.
Part of me wanted to quit while I was ahead and exit out the back door, but I needed to see more. I snuck around the corner into the darken hallway again and stopped at the edge of our bedroom door. I remembered to hold my phone in landscape mode and held it so only the lens could capture the bedroom action.
It sounded like they switched positions several times. I then stopped filming and moved back and opened the back door again. I was ready to step out, when heard my wife orgasm while I stood indecisively in the open doorway.
I decided to leave even though I paused as I contemplated getting a little more precious video. Then I had begun to think clearly again and quietly left the house. They may finish soon.
I drove to the gym for to workout for a few hours. While I was there I texted my wife to tell her that I was coming home that day. She texted back that she was excited to see me and that she was super horny. The text contained lots of winks and exclamation marks and kisses.
She was in a great mood when I got home, and we chatted like newlyweds over housework and dinner. We chatted animatedly about our week, our work and our weekend agenda. Everything but what had happened down the hall a few hours earlier. Yes, it drove me crazy. A good crazy, but crazy nonetheless.
As we finally made love that night she started to whisper coyly to me, and I knew she wanted to blow my mind by telling me she had fucked another man in our bed earlier that day. Instead, I put my finger to her lips to shush her. I then kissed her passionately. We humped each other in erotically charged silence. Her not sure what I knew and me not caring.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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