To say my wife was pissed off was an understatement.  She isn't one that shares her 'meal' if you catch my drift.  Once I emerged from the shrubbery and noticed my wife standing there, I knew I was going to catch hell.  I didn't know if confession was going to be good for the soul, or a life sentence.

She had a mix of hurt and anger I hadn't seen in quite some time.  In fact, it was the last time she caught me that I got that same kind of look from her.  Apologies seemed hollow and vain, but I tried.  My poor dick was tucked so far up my crotch, I felt completely emasculated.

Dinner was served, as usual, hot and delicious.   There was very little conversation, which wasn't a good sign for me.  I had hoped she might just drop the matter as a lapse in judgment, but I wasn't counting on that.

She ate very little, then disappeared to the bathroom.  An hour or so later, she emerged completely different.  She had a smile and glow about her.  She had on an exceptionally short skirt and a very light, almost transparent blouse that left very little to the imagination.  Then she told me she was going out for the evening and not to wait up.

After cleaning up the kitchen, I sat down in front of the TV, recounting the day's events.  I was angry with myself for being cavalier and careless, but not for the act of cheating.  Interesting, I said to myself.

A couple of hours later I received a flurry of pictures from some bar.  Then, she face-timed me, showing me a shot up her short skirt and the fact she was riding commando.  I have to admit to becoming highly aroused at the sight of my wife's hairy pussy showing up live on my phone.  As my cock hardened, and I rubbed it, the screen wobbled a bit, and a man's hand slid up her thigh midway.  She parted her legs to accommodate his advance, and he responded with a firm squeeze to her inner thigh.

There was ample background noise, so it was difficult to make out all of what was being said, but I could make out her cooing in delight as his hand disappeared between her legs.  She opened wide enough for him to slide his hand under her.  The way her hips jolted, told me he had pushed at least one finger into that hot, wet pussy of hers.

I had my cock out by now, stroking it as I watched a complete stranger finger fucking my wife.  Of course, she never showed his face or hers for that matter.  I watched intently as she rode his probing fingers until she came in his hand.  Her cry was loud enough to make sure I knew she had cum for him.

Gradually, he slowly withdrew his cum sticky fingers, smearing her cum along her inner thighs.  Her body was electrified and she moved forward as if trying to recapture his fingers.  He caressed her inner thighs as they swayed back and forth.  His index finger repeatedly brushed along the tender flesh between her swollen lips and upper thighs.

She readjusted her phone and gave me a shot down her blouse.  It's plunging neckline showed off her nice big braless tits that pressed hard against the lightweight cotton top.  Her nipples looked huge!

Then his left hand reappeared, cupping her right tit, thumb brushing across her nipple.  She shuddered as he trapped it between his thumb and finger, giving it a firm pinch.  His right hand still pried at her legs, pushing them wide enough to slip both his knees between them.  My cock was ready to explode.

She turned the phone to show his bulge, and it was impressive.  Her hand wandered back and forth across it as his hand kneaded her thigh.  She wrapped her hand around his cock, showing off his length and girth.  I heard her let out a 'Hmmm' as she ran her fingers around the tip.

Then there was some shaking on the camera.  I soon realized it was because they had stood up and were moving to somewhere else.  For several seconds all I saw was a blur of floor and tables.  She set the phone on the booth seat on the other side of him, so I could see what she was going to do next.  All I saw was him from the chest down, and the enormous erection still hidden in his pants.

She reached for his zipper, stopping long enough to wave to me.  What a bitch!  His zipper went down in a flash, but not nearly as quickly as she did when she descended on his freed cock.  She stared right at me as she slowly licked around the head, hand slowly pumping him as she slurped on him like an ice cream cone.  Her hand worked him masterfully and he moaned his delight with her abilities.  Her eyes closed as she took his cock in her mouth, cradling his balls with her hand as she took him into her throat.

He called her all kinds of nasty names as she sucked him.  She kept looking at me on the screen to make sure I was watching her please another man.  His hips began to pump into her mouth, nearing an orgasm.  He took her by the head and shoved his cock forcefully as deep down her throat as he could.  She tried to fight it, but could not.  His legs tensed and arched upward and he grunted loudly and came in her mouth.

Cum seeped from around her lips as he came a couple of times.  Somehow, she managed to lick it back in and swallow all of it.  With her hand firmly wrapped around his shaft, she lifted her head off him slowly, making sure I saw her clean lips.  She smiled mischievously and licked her lips, and mouthed, 'Jealous?'

Well, yeah, I was.  She rarely sucked my cock at all anymore, and certainly not like that.  So yeah, I was jealous.

Without so much as a peck on the cheek goodbye, she tidied herself and slipped out of the booth.  She picked up her phone and told me not to wait up, she might or might not facetime me when she reached her next destination.

Not knowing if she would even see it or not, I left a short note, telling her I was going out for a late-night jog.  Sufficiently horny, I put on a pair of jogging shorts, running shoes and a shirt, and slipped into Hilda's back yard.  I knew the girls were still up because their blinds were open.  I stood in their back yard, admiring them walk through the house half-naked.  I stood there, growing harder by the second as they pranced playfully.

 I knocked on the back door and Maggie peeked through the peephole and opened the door and laughed, "Hey, you're still alive!"

After telling them what my wife had done, both of them were rubbing on themselves and each other.  Both felt sorry for me and moved to either side of me.  They kissed on my neck and chest, telling me what a meanie my wife was for subjecting me to such treatment.  They promised to do their best to make me forget all those terrible images I saw of my wife sucking a stranger's cock.  I smiled to myself.