Cuckolded Pt. 06

Cuckolded Pt. 06

It had been a few days since my wife and I had been at Reggie's. Things were good at home and my wife and I were having good sex every day. We talked about what had happened and thought we might do something similar again sometime as a couple. My wife was insatiable and even gave me a blowjob one day when I came home from work.

As it so happens, work informed me on Thursday that I would need to fly out to troubleshoot a problem at another location. I would leave Friday morning and be back home sometime on Saturday. I didn't do this often, but they always covered my expenses and paid me a very generous bonus.

Sandra wasn't at all very happy with me travelling out of town, but I appeased her by telling her I would take out to her favourite restaurant on Saturday evening. This seemed to please her immensely.

I left on Friday as scheduled and picked up at the airport by Cliff, whom I had dealt with often in the past. A great guy with an even greater sense of humor.

We discussed the problem and some likely solutions as we drove into the facility. Together, we came up with a couple of good ideas on how to solve it.

Cliff and I spent several hours going over the problem and discovered it was being caused by a software update. This took about two more hours to rectify, and we soon had the equipment purring like a kitten.

By now, it was just after six. Cliff took me out to dinner while I checked on flights to get me home earlier. Turns out I could fly out at eight and be home by ten. This would be a great surprise for my wife and a great start to the weekend, with a nice fat bonus to boot.

Pulling onto my street at just after ten, I noticed a strange car parked in my driveway. Driving by slowly, I tried to figure out where I knew it from, as it seemed familiar. Parking on the street, I walked up to the house. Not really knowing who was at my house, I was expecting my wife had a girlfriend or two over for a few drinks as she sometimes had in the past when I was away.

Walking into my house, I discovered a pair of men's shoes by the door. This was not what I was expecting.

On the living room table were two empty bottles of wine and two empty wine glasses. Looking down the hallway, I noticed the light on in our spare bedroom. It was partially ajar and as I approached, I could hear the bedsprings squeaking and the headboard banging against the wall.

Looking into the room, I could see it was Sandra moaning with her legs wrapped around Reggie's friend Tony. He was ploughing his cock into her at a rapid pace while they kissed passionately.

While I was upset, my cock had gotten hard instantly. I actually loved watching this, unseen. I don't know why she would not inform me about this. Was it planned? I would have been OK with her having a little tryst. Just not with Tony.

I think I was more bothered because it was Tony. Seeing them together again upset me, as I felt like they liked each other a little too much. I realized I was jealous.

Sandra had her arms around Tony as he kept up the pace, driving his cock into my wife's cunt. Their tanned bodies seemed to fit together perfectly as they rutted. My wife's tits rubbed and jiggled against Tony's chest as they mated.

They kissed passionately as they fucked. They weren't really fucking. He was making love to my wife, and she was enjoying it immensely.

As upset as I was, I couldn't bring myself to interrupt what was taking place before me. I continued to watch and even rubbed my cock through my pants.

I am one messed up dude, I thought to myself. Here I am upset but hard as a rock, watching my wife make love to another man. I decided to let this play out and see how it turned out.

I watched quietly from the doorway. I knew they were getting close.

Sandra was looking up into Tony's face when I heard her mutter the words that devastated me.

"I love you Tony. Don't ever stop." She pleaded.

He leaned down and kissed her passionately as they both exploded. She bucked her hips as he poured his seed into her cunt. They both cried out in pleasure.

After they had finished, he looked down at her, kissing her again. He then looked her deeply in the eyes and said, "I love you too, Sandra. No woman has ever made me feel the way you do."

She looked very pleased at his response and they kissed again as he rolled off her. I could see her blonde cunt hairs coated in their combined juices. Matted to her body. Her pussy was red and swollen. It looked like it had taken a beating.

As they both started to recover from their orgasms, she leaned over onto him and started to tease and kiss his chest. "Three times today, lover." She said. "I'm gotta be pregnant now." She giggled.

Tony smiled down at her and said, "Sandra, I love you and want to knock you up."

Looking up into his eyes, she said, "With the amount of cum you put into me today, I must be pregnant. It's the prefect time for it to happen and the night is young. I'm so glad you dropped by."

This comment upset me greatly. She had never expressed to me her desire to have another kid. I had the snip at her insistence. I backed away from the door and quietly left the house and checked into a hotel. That night I barely slept at all. Tossing and turning.

Saturday morning took a long time to arrive. I made a decision that would make or break my marriage and started to put my plan into motion.

Arriving back on my street at eight Saturday morning, I parked and sent my wife a text telling her I was on the way home from the airport. That would give her about forty-five minutes before I would arrive home.

I then sent Terry a text asking him if he would like to join me and my wife for dinner that evening. I knew he wouldn't respond until much later.

I was sitting there for about thirty-five minutes when I saw Tony rushing out of the house buttoning his shirt. I guess it was more important that he finish fucking my wife before he left. Maybe I was wrong, and he had just helped her clean up.

I drove up to the house moments after he left and walked in the door.

"Honey, I'm home." I yelled. Time to put my plan into motion.