I was so excited when I found out that I'd be returning home a day earlier than expected from my first business trip as a junior banker at Martin Keller Group.
It was early April, almost nine months since Ana and I got married and moved to Los Angeles. I started at Martin Keller about a week later, choosing to spend my first week back from our honeymoon in an effort to extend it. I bet we made love at least three times a day all week long! It got to the point that we'd have to slather ourselves in vaseline to save poor Ana from chafing too much.
Both of us took our Catholic faith very seriously, and somehow made it all the way up until our wedding without going all the way; now we were making up for lost time, with a vengeance! As for Ana, she got a job at an Architecture firm, doing just the kind of cutting-edge buildings that always inspired her. Whereas I ended up in a firm with mostly older men (I was the only new hire that year, and the next youngest banker in our division was 30), Ana's office had several young designers in their 20s, giving her a nearly-instant network of friends.
Ana grew up in a fairly wealthy family in Guadalajara, and came to the University of Arizona, where we met at the Campus Catholic Center after having caught each other's eye at the church services for a few months. I was from a small town in northern Arizona, and was immediately dazzled by her beauty and sophistication. She had seen so much of the world, and I'd never been east of the Mississippi. In turn, Ana had never had a close relationship with an American, and I knew right away that her attraction to me was strong.
Within a year of meeting, we were engaged and planning our wedding, which was in Guadalajara and was absolutely the biggest private celebration I'd ever seen. I bet her family invited 500 people, all who seemed to know them. My contingent numbered maybe 25, and most of those were my brothers and cousins. Since then, we've had a pretty ideal life for a newlywed couple. We got a small rental house in West LA, which we pay a small fortune for, but it puts us just a few blocks off the 405 and only a couple of miles from the beach. We've made some friends in our neighborhood, and Ana's office has a regular happy hour that I try to make it to whenever I'm out of the office on time. Luckily, I've made a good impression on the higher-ups at Martin Keller, and recently was told that I'd start accompanying the bankers when they went out of town for meetings and negotiations. With any luck, I'll make Vice President in a few years and we can afford to buy a house.
Our trip was to Seattle, with the intention of negotiating a merger between two software companies, and as luck would have it, the deal was done the second day, when we'd scheduled a three-day stay. I'd talked to Ana the night before, and she said she'd probably just stay home and watch movies the next night. She said she missed having me there, but to enjoy Seattle and she'd look forward to seeing me on Thursday night. I had the phone in my hand to call and tell her the good news, but I couldn't resist the image of her curled up on our couch, eating ice cream in a pair of tattered shorts and a t-shirt, as I surprised her with flowers and her favorite bottle of white wine. Smiling to myself, I instead called the airline and made plans to come back unannounced.
On the flight, I couldn't keep my mind off my beautiful young wife: her long, silky black hair, pouty lips that look like she's wearing lipstick even when she's not, perfect breasts, shapely hips, sexy legs, and pretty little feet with always immaculate, bright painted toes. Her bronze skin glowed in whatever light she stood in, and glistened in the sunlight. I often wonder how I got so lucky in life, to land such a beautiful, loving, God-fearing woman for myself. Driving home from the airport, I stopped to get a dozen of her favorite tulips, and a chilled bottle of pinot grigio. As I pulled onto our street, darkness had finally enveloped the sky; the streetlights illuminated each driveway as I passed.
Approaching our house, I noticed a car parked just behind Ana's Altima. It was a red Toyota SUV, California plates, and I didn't even remotely recognize it or who its owner could possibly be. I parked on the street in front of my house, confused by who could possibly be visiting. I took the bottle of wine in my hand, forgetting about the flowers for the moment, and slowly exited the car. Something didn't feel exactly right, and this unsettlement made me approach the house with some hesitation. I didn't know what to be afraid of exactly, but my nerves were standing on end as I walked up the sidewalk, eyeing the red Toyota as I approached the house. Turning toward the front door, I noticed that the living room lights were all off, and the house appeared dark from the front. I stood at the front door, ready to put my key in the door, but instead stepped away and toward the side of the house. I cou'dn't shake this feeling; something was wrong. I opened the gate to the backyard, entering the darkness.
Peeking around to the back side of the house, I could see that the light in our bedroom was on. Without really knowing why, I tiptoed my way across the back of the house, glancing into the still darkness of the dining room and kitchen as I passed. Approaching the glow of the bedroom window, I felt certain that I should see my wife curled up on the bed watching TV, or perhaps milling in and out of the bathroom or closet. Then I heard her voice. "Aaagghhhhh...." she moaned, startling clearly into the night air. Frozen head to toe, I could see from the side that the bedroom windows were open. Before I could take another step, I heard her moan again, this time slightly louder. I didn't even consider that these were the moans of someone in the throes of ecstasy; I only knew that it was Ana's voice, and it made me a little scared.
I stepped forward and moved quickly to the edge of the window, then peered in from the side. What I saw sent me into a catatonic stupor for the next several minutes, in total disbelief at what my eyes were witnessing: The first person I saw was not Ana, it was the deeply-tanned muscular man, kneeling at the foot of our bed, completely nude. I couldn't see his face, as it was buried between Ana's legs. His thick, curly hair was all that was visible above and below her thigh. She was laying on the bed and also naked, writhing on her back, legs draped over his shoulders, heels resting against his toned back.
She moaned over and over as he was eating my wife's pussy to her very apparent satisfaction! Her delicate hands clutched his head, appearing to pull him harder into her crotch as he worked. Ana's belly clenched, her eyes squeezed shut,and her face contorted, before all releasing and relaxing again. All the while, that mane of curly hair shook as this man's aggressive oral sex sent waves of ecstasy through Ana's body. I saw him grip her waist with both hands and lift her body, scooting her up toward the head of the bed. He then climbed up on the bed with her before sinking his face back into her crotch. His hair continued to hide his face from me, but all the rest of him was plainly in view. Her breathing quickened and her moans again grew louder.
"OHHHHH GAAAAHHHHHD!! JAKE!! JAKE!!!"
Jake! From her office!
Suddenly a jolt fired through my body as I realized who this man was. Jake, who works with Ana. Jake, who's always at the happy hour. Jake, who's eaten dinner with us on at least two double dates. Jake was now naked with my wife, on my bed.
Ana went silent as her body tensed up, her legs drawing up, toes stretched out, face scrunched up with eyes closed. Jake's head shook almost violently as his tongue worked feverishly between her legs. Suddenly, her body uncoiled and she released her breath in a loud groan, her body shuddering. I'd never watched Ana have an orgasm before when I wasn't physically attached to her in some way. As it happened before my eyes, I was unable to move, or look away. Jake's head finally raised up, making eye contact with Ana. She smiled widely at him, the same look she's given me so many times in bed; my heart sank.
He kissed her belly, then moved up to her breasts. As he slowly climbed up her body, I could see his erect penis rubbing against the bedspread. I couldn't look away, studying the large head, shadowed underneath his torso, knowing it was bigger than mine, but unsure of how much bigger it was. Jake moved in to kiss Ana, but she pushed his face away. "Not after what you just did!" she said with a laugh. Jake's mane of hair moved to the side of her head, kissing her neck. Her arms rubbed down his muscular sides; his arm squeezed her thighs and ass underneath. I knew that his dick was rubbing somewhere around her crotch, anxious to enter her .
Part of me really hoped she'd stop him before it got that far, but mostly I was just numb; a bystander helpless to do anything but gaze at the action in front of me. Her feet rubbed up and down his legs, toes squeezing into his buttocks each time she drew her legs up high on his body. They were each writhing in pleasure against the other's body. His much bigger muscular frame seemed to almost swallow her small, curvy figure below him.
Jake whispered something into his ear, to which Ana's face showed a slight frown, saying, "I shouldn't, Jake....I shouldn't." He continued to whisper, and she smiled, chuckling softly, rubbing her hands into his hair. Jake kept on talking, and Ana squirmed, clearly conflicted about what he was telling her. "Oh jesus....this is a...." she said, trailing off into a mumble. Jake's hand kneaded her breast as he kept whispering. "Oh fuck..." she moaned, then after a pause: "Just do it...."
With that, I saw Jake slip his hand between her legs, and I felt the blood drain from my head as I knew right then what she had agreed to and what he was about to do. His face again dipped into her neck and his back flexed as he pushed his buttocks forward slightly. Ana's eyes opened wide and she shrieked slightly as Jake obviously started to penetrate my wife. Her legs were opened wide to each side of his body, feet resting near his legs.
Jake is so much taller than Ana; his feet stretched to the end of the bed, while her feet stretched to the middle of his calves. His buttocks moved back before pushing forward again, forcing a moan from Ana. My vision seemed to blur a bit as I looked away from his clenching buttocks, his midsection pressing his penis progressively further into my wife's body. I looked down at Ana's ankle, my eye focusing on the gold anklet with the small heart charm dangling below. I gave this to her after we'd been together for three months. By that time, I knew we'd end up married to each other. Also at that time, I never imagined I'd see her willing body underneath another naked man, having sex. I felt my whole world silently crashind down around me.
Ana's belly tightened then relaxed as Jake continued to pump more of his length into her with each stroke. Her hands clasped his back, her moans growing more frequent and at a higher pitch, and her hips started to buck in rhythm with his strokes.
"Oh my god....oh my god...." she moaned, face appearing anguished as Jake sank deeper into her vagina, pushing her pelvis into the soft mattress. Was she struggling with the gravity of what she was allowing to happen, or was she just overcome with sexual pleasure? I had no idea, and was unable to really consider the question.
Jake wrapped his arms under Ana's shoulders, holding her head in his hands as he fucked her deeper and deeper. When she lifted her legs up and over his back, I could see that he was now burying his entire cock inside my wife's delicate pussy, to this point enjoyed only by me, her husband. Her lips hugged his thick shaft, pulling away from her body each time he withdrew from her vagina. His balls smacked against her ass each time he again thrust deeply within her. The pace of their fucking picked up with each thrust, and soon I could hear the wetness of her soft skin clapping each time his pelvis met hers.
