They say the best feeling in life is to love and be loved. At thirty-five years old I think it's quite safe to say I love my life. I have a beautiful wife, Marcia, and a wonderful daughter. Marcia is an accountant in the city and I’m a construction project manager. However, I guess you can say the one hiccup is that my line of work requires a lot of travel but the pay is usually worth it.

It was a rainy Friday afternoon in New York when I arrived at LaGuardia. I had been away for three weeks and I was very much looking forward to seeing Marcia. The long nights of steamy phone sex after work made me crave the contact of her soft, smooth skin.

I hopped into the first cab that pulled up and was home in forty minutes. My heart pounded as though I was going on a first date. Work had kept us apart for way too long and I was eager to plant a kiss on her sweet lips. As I got out of the taxi, fumbling with my keys, I couldn't help but notice that there was a strange Ford F-150 parked in the driveway and what appeared to be about a size twelve men’s pair of boots. The scent of lamb chops filled my nostrils as entered the house and headed towards the kitchen.

“Hey, Richard,” said a surprised masculine voice. “I promised Marcia that I would stop by after work and take a look at the pipes in the upstairs bathroom.”

Before I knew it I found myself being lifted into the air and placed into our traditional bear hug. The culprit invading my personal space was my childhood friend Lucas. He stood about six feet four inches with quite a ripped physique. Ever since we were little, he would take great joy in testing his strength out on me.

“You got a new truck?” I asked him.

“Mine is at the mechanic so I borrowed this one from a pal at work,” he said with a grin.

My attention quickly turned to my beautiful wife as she came down the stairs. Marcia was very much a gym enthusiast and it showed in her body. She was five foot seven inches with sexy, toned legs, perky B cup breasts, long flowing blond hair and a nice little round butt. The tiny little black dress she was wearing showcased this very well.

“ Richie!” she exclaimed. “I was not expecting you for another two hours.” 

“I am sorry I did not call,” I replied.

“It's fine,” she said as she yanked my head forward and planted one on my lips.

“Let me leave you two alone,” Lucas stated as he walked swiftly towards the front door.

Marcia followed behind him while I took a seat on the couch, taking my shoes off. I had a good view of them from where I sat. It was still raining but not as heavy as it was earlier. Lucas towered over my wife as he gave her an awkward goodbye hug and got into the truck. It was at this point that I got up and went upstairs, in need of a warm shower. I was about five minutes into my shower when I noticed the good work Lucas had done. The water was flowing nicely and he had even replaced the old shower head that I was procrastinating on and failed to change.

“There you are,” she said in an hypnotizing tone.

She playfully said to me that I had no manners and started to undress. Her little black dress slid down her body and fell to the ground. Within a minute, I had company in the shower. Marcia’s tiny hands explored my body and found their way to my throbbing eight inch cock. We kissed passionately and my hands caressed and squeezed her tight butt.

I quivered as she now explored my body with her lips, sucking on my neck, licking on my abdominal muscles. This went on until she eventually worked her way down to my rock hard cock. Her eyes were filled with excitement and pure mischief as she teased me by flicking the tip of my cock with her tongue. I grunted, with my knees buckling as she suddenly engulfed my member with her mouth.

My wife was dominating the moment, hungrily sucking on my cock. We had been married for seven years at that point and I had never seen my wife in such an eager mood to suck me off. I watched as her head bobbed back and forth. Her tongue massaged me like never before. There she was, on her knees as the water cascaded off her forehead, and trickled down her pretty face. My toes twitched and curled as she continued to stroke my erection with her tongue.

Feeling I was about to erupt at any moment, I yanked her off and ordered her to bend over. She gave a lustful grin, biting her bottom lip as she complied with my order. I walked up behind her, engulfing her with my six foot three inch frame. She moaned out loudly and her body trembled as I teased her by rubbing my throbbing cock at her wet entrance. The look on her face was one of great anticipation.

She wailed out in ecstasy as I entered her welcoming pussy. My eyes shut as I gripped my wife from behind, slowly working my cock back and forth inside her. I responded to her body language and quickened the pace. Her tight ass was suddenly slamming into me as she gave as much as she took. Panting and gasping for air, I observed the situation I now found myself in. My wife was fucking me! We always had a steamy sex life but there was something about the way she was responding this particular afternoon.

“Oh! Fuck!” she purred. She pushed her ass back at me and stared with her blue eyes. “Harder! Fuck my horny pussy until I explode on your cock,” she said in a possessed tone, gritting her teeth.

This took me by complete surprise as I had never heard my wife speak in such a manner. She was a lioness and I was her prey. She suddenly pulled away from me and stepped out of the shower, motioning with her right index finger for me to come towards her. With an outstretched arm, she shut the lid on the toilet and told me to sit.

Marcia pounced on me as soon as I sat down. She guided me back into her and she began to ride my cock, facing the wall with her butt pointing at me in all its glory. My wife had never ridden my cock in such an aggressive manner like she was then.

“Oh my God! ” she moaned, bouncing her butt up and down on my cock in a circular motion.

The view of my wife’s firm ass bouncing on my cock along with the sight of her pussy gripping me was becoming too much to bear. “I'm going to cum,” I grunted.

“Cum for me baby, cum in my pussy,” she replied.

She continued to have her way with me for about another minute, riding me like a rabbit until I erupted like a volcano deep inside her. I collapsed in exhaustion, resting my head on her back.

“Shower time!” she said with a grin. We some how managed to behave, showered and found ourselves at the dinner table ten minutes later. Marcia talked about how much she and our daughter Ellie missed me while I was away.

“Where is Ellie? ” I asked.

“She said she wants to spend the night at Grandmother’s house because there’s more candy at that house,” Marcia replied. We both chuckled at how cute she was.

The night went on and I fell asleep on the couch while watching the evening news. The sound of thunder and heavy rainfall awoke me from my slumber. I could hear Marcia’s voice from a distance, probably on the phone. She was having quite a happy conversation, judging from her loud laughter. I got up from the couch and followed her voice, up the stairs to the bedroom.

“Hey honey,” she said. She was clearly startled by my sudden appearance. Marcia raised a finger in the air, mouthing that she would be back in a second and went into the bathroom.

I found Marcia to be acting quite strange.

All the years that I have known my wife, she had never exited the room in such a manner because she was on a phone call. A few minutes went by and I finally heard the door open, followed by the sound of footsteps. Before I could even say anything she told me her mom and dad were having a fight and she felt weird about it.

“Well, is everything resolved? ” I asked

She shrugged at me and said that she would rather cuddle and not talk about it. Days went by and the sex had decreased between us. I chalked it up to Marcia being stressed about her parents fighting and offered to be there for her if she needed me to.

It was 4:00 pm on a Wednesday afternoon when I was informed that I would have to be away from home on a short two days trip. Marcia had grown to accept my constant travelling over the years but I did not know how to bring up the subject of me having to leave this time. I had told Marcia that my work would not require me travelling for at least another three months. To make matters worse, my birthday was the next day. I pictured how disappointed she would be when I broke the news. Within an hour I was home and Marcia came in two hours later.

“How was your day, Richie?” she asked.

“I have bad news babe, I have to go on a sudden two days trip,” I blabbed.

“I understand, it's your job,” she said. My beautiful wife was being nonchalant and assuring me that she was not mad at me.

“We’ll celebrate your birthday when you get back,” she further assured me.

I stood there staring at her, a bit puzzled to say the least. “How soon are you leaving?” she inquired.

“I have an 11:00 pm flight to Memphis tonight,” I replied.

She appeared very tired and headed off for an early rest. “Let me know when you’re leaving,” she said, fixing her hair for bed.

It was 9:00 pm when I woke Marcia and kissed her goodbye. I got into a waiting taxi and headed for the airport. My attention was brought to a text that came through to my phone. It was Alan from work. He was saying that we were no longer required to go on the trip but that I should stop by work. I informed the driver of this change and was at work in a couple of minutes.

What a relief! Now Marcia and I could have some much needed time together and I can figure out what’s bothering her, I thought to myself.

I found it strange that the office was dark and Alan was supposedly in it. Running my fingers along the wall, I searched for the light switch, finally reaching and flicking it. Suddenly, a loud cry of many voices caused me to jump in shock. My colleagues had set this all up, throwing me an early birthday party.

“Surprise!”

“We were trying to reach Marcia,” Alan said, walking over to me.

“Ah.. don’t worry about it, she’s asleep,” I said with a chuckle.

I spent most of the night chatting with my assistant Maxine. The liquor was really into my system at this point and I couldn’t help but to notice how attractive she was. My back was planted against the wall as I observed Maxine’s dirty dancing. Her twenty four year old ass was bumping into my crotch, in rhythm to the music. I had always teased her that she looked like Scarlett Johansson but that night it really hit me. Her pretty brown eyes glittered under the light and her mini red dress was clinging to her curvy body.

“I am so fucking wasted. Please don’t fire me,” she whispered into my ear.

I would do naughty things to her if I was not married, I thought to myself.

It was 12:30am when I said that I was tired, thanked everyone and got a ride home with Alan. We got to my house at about 1:00am and I waved goodbye to Alan as he pulled off. I was a bit drunk but conscious enough to recognize Lucas’ truck in the driveway. I remember talking to myself out loud, wondering what was going on.

I turned the lock and went inside, shutting the door behind me. There was no one in sight and I went up the stairs in search of human life. My mind raced with all kinds of thoughts. “What the fuck is he doing here at this hour?” I mumbled out loud. Fears became reality as I now heard faint moans coming from our bedroom. As I got closer I could hear the sound of flesh slapping together.

“This is my cunt!” I heard Lucas bark. The loud slapping sounds grew louder the closer I got to the bedroom door.

“Whose cunt is this?” he barked.

“It’s yours,” I heard my wife reply.

My blood began to boil and I was now filled with rage. I was about to kick in that door and fuck him up. Suddenly a feeling of lust came over me as I caught my first glimpse of the sex romp. He had my wife bent over the dresser and was pounding her tight pussy from behind. The bastard appeared to have me by an inch in the size department as was really giving it to Marcia. He was riding her ass as though she was a horse. I watched as he reached over from behind and played with her clitoris as he continued to have his way with her.

I tiptoed into our daughter’s bedroom to avoid being caught as I sensed they were about to change position. My cock was now in hand as stroked it vigorously while pressing my head against the adjoining bedroom door. The sound of sex filled my head and I pressed my ear against the door, pondering my next move.

My heart skipped a beat as I remembered there was a peep-hole that we had placed in the centre of the adjoining door to keep an eye on our daughter when she was much younger. However, this would be useless if the latch was up on our side of the bedroom. I placed my right eye over the hole, focusing to see if it was of use. The latch was down on our side; I was in luck.

The legs of my wife were now spread apart in the air, as she was now on her back with Lucas pumping her pussy, missionary style. Why didn't I stop this?! I should have done something but lust completely got the best of me and I found myself wanting to see my childhood friend pump Marcia’s pussy. I got see her juices all over his long, fat cock. They were both very much into it. The rumours from university days were true! He was an animal in the sack.

“How long has this been going on?” I mumbled under my breath.

It all started to make sense to me. Her mom and dad were not fighting; she was mostly likely on the phone with Lucas. I continued to watch my best friend cuckold me. He was now balls deep in Marcia’s pussy. It was as though he was dancing on top of her, so much rhythm in his hips. Suddenly, he pulled out, quickly dropping to his knees and hungrily eating her moist pussy. She ran her fingers through his hair and moaned out loud as he went to town on her pussy. After about two minutes he was back on his feet. He positioned himself on top of her once more and guided his throbbing cock back inside her. She wailed out in pleasure as he entered her once more.

“I want you to cum in my pussy,” Marcia demanded.

“Are you sure?” he replied

“Yes baby, I want you with fill me up,” she demanded once more.

My heart sank. Why was she doing this?!

I watched as the muscles in Lucas’ buttocks began to tense up as he quickened the pace. He continued to roll his hips in rhythm, pumping away inside my wife’s wet pussy. “Errr…,” he grunted. I watched his butt muscles contract, as he shot loads of cum into Marcia and collapsed on top of her. I exploded simultaneously, ejaculating into my sock.

My legs came alive and I quietly exited the house. The cool night air hit me and my hands roamed my head, yanking on my hair as I walked down the street contemplating my next move.

My wife, Marcia was a cheating slut and I had no idea.