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The Unexpected (Part 1 of 4)
I stood in the doorway trying to wrap my mind around what I was seeing. There was my wife of 25 years bent over the counter, moaning like a whore, as a man we barely knew pumped into her from behind. Their bathing suits lay in a heap at their feet.
The man's back was to me, slightly bent. Hands gripping my wife's hips. His dark tan lines highlighted the whiteness of his ass as his buttock's muscles tightened and flexed with each forward thrust. His balls swung obscenely back and forth as he slid his cock in an out of her. They were oblivious to my presence.
In the mirror above the counter I could see my wife's face twisted in concentration. Her eyes closed, her breast swinging in rhythm to the steady stream of breathless grunts and moans that escaped her slightly parted lips. With one hand she held herself up. The other was pressed against the glass as she rocked back and forth against the beat of his hips.
I suddenly became conscious of my own throbbing cock. I didn't remember sliding it out of my trunks, but there it was jutting out towards their undulating bodies, dripping with desire. My knees grew weak. I needed time to think. How had this happen so quickly?
Barely 20 minutes before we were sitting by the pool drinking margaritas and now I was on the brink of cumming as another man fucked my wife right in front of me. I made a conscious effort to release my cock, but I couldn't take my eyes off of them and, within moments, I was once again stroking myself and teetering on the brink.