The buzz of Lexi’s text wakes me up. I tend to only half sleep when she’s still out and I was prepared to pick her and her friend Josie up tonight if I had to. Yet my head hits the pillow and I doze off when I read that Josie found them a ride.
When I next wake up Lexi is still not in bed next to me. I rub my eyes and check my phone's clock. I see unread texts from Lexi. I’m feeling naughty, like I want to be bad, if you’re asleep you better wake up because I want to misbehave, they read.
When I finish reading I hear muffled voices and laughter and a man’s voice whispering. I shuffle out of bed and tip-toe to the opening of the bedroom door. There’s just enough of a crack in the door to peer out to our home's front door. Standing at the entrance is my wife Lexi making out with a man I recognize as one of Josie’s ex fuck buddies.
Their hands paw at each other. His right hand fondles one of her breasts as his left squeezes her ass cheek. Lexi’s lips and tongue lap and lick at his as her hands work to unbuckle his belt. I stand frozen in the dark bedroom peering out of the cracked door as my wife flings his belt buckle open and unbuttons and unzips his pants.
“Wait, wait, are you sure?” Brandon says, nodding his head towards our bedroom.
I duck back behind the bedroom door, worried I might have been seen through the crack. I don’t want to be detected. I try not to even breathe but my racing heart feels loud against my chest threatening to betray me.
“Yea, he’s asleep, and besides, it didn’t stop you last time,” I hear Lexi reaffirm without hesitation.
“You’re bad.” Brandon’s voice sounds like a growl.
“Are you going to punish me?” Lexi chimes back.
I can’t help myself and I peer back through the crack in the door. They resume making out at a frenzied lustful pace. Lexi works her hands up under his shirt feeling his abs and chest before helping him take his shirt off. Next her shirt drops to the floor and their lips lock again. She helps him slide her skirt down her thighs until she stands in front of him in just a black lacy thong and black bra.
Her breasts heave as she catches her breath in front of him. She grabs his jeans and briefs and begins to pull them down his legs. His cock springs out in front of her face as she reaches her knees.
They share a silent recognition before he smirks down at her. Her gaze shifts to his prodigious length. One of her hands reaches out heedful of him before gripping onto his girth. She begins to stroke and pull him with both hands, before looking back up at him with intense determination in her eyes.
Her soft pink lips part as the tip of his dick disappears in her mouth. Lexi bobs over and over Brandon’s bulbous cock head and the beginning of his shaft while her hands work up and down his remaining length.
I’m stunned as my wife’s mouth pleasures this man.
My stiffness betrays my jealousy and I stroke myself to the wet, slurping rhythm Lexi employs. She begins to take more of him into her mouth and faster. Her steady glug, glug turns into gurgles and gags. She pulls back as strings of spit coat his cock. Lexi’s chin and cheeks are wet and sloppy as she breathes heavily. Brandon moans a loud grunt and Lexi giggles while wiping away some of the spit on her face and his cock.
Brandon looks at her now with a firmness of purpose. He lifts Lexi off the floor into his arms. His erect cock bounces against her ass as she wraps herself around him. Their kisses are even hungrier than earlier as he disappears with her into our living room and out of my view.
I’m left by myself behind the bedroom door, only able to listen as my wife is taken by another man. I hear the squeak of our couch and a gasping sigh from Lexi. An occasional pleasureful whimper and moan hits my ears. I listen to Lexi’s breathing and moans get deeper and louder.
“I want you inside me.” Lexi’s voice is clear but pleading.
Her following groan is just as clear. Minutes pass of slow soft squeaks and moans. My head spins but I stand frozen and attentive to every sound.