I returned from a month-long business trip a week early. The customer was ecstatic with the early go-live schedule, and my bosses were so happy that the customer so impressed with the implementation of our product that they had given me the extra week off. In the rush to get back home, I had forgotten my cell phone in the hotel, so I couldn’t call my wife to let her know I was on my way home early, which was fine, since I wanted to surprise her anyway. I had decided that we could take the week as a spur-of-the-moment vacation.
I got to my house around 9 pm. As I walked in the door, I found something very odd. My wife was usually a very tidy person, but I noticed some clothes lying on the floor. I made my way back to our bedroom, concerned that perhaps Karen wasn’t feeling well. As I reached for the bedroom door knob, my hand froze. I could hear voiced on the other side.
“Oh, yes!” I could hear Karen moaning. “Pound it in there! Just like that! Give me that big cock!”
For a minute, I was completely confused. Had I entered the wrong house? No, my key opened the front door. Was this someone else? No, I definitely recognized Karen’s sultry voice. Then I heard another voice, a man’s voice.
“Do you like that cock, baby? I’m getting close; do you want that big load of jizz deep inside your pussy?” I didn’t recognize his voice, but I definitely recognized the sound of a man pounding into a woman on a bed, our bed.
I had just the slightest flash of jealousy, but it was immediately replaced with overwhelming lust. My cock was harder than it had been in a long time, as I stood there listening to my wife getting her pussy thrashed, my right hand on the doorknob, the other rubbing my hard dick through my slacks.
“OH, GOD!” I heard both of them yell in unison. I heard grunts of pleasure from both of them, then a couple of seconds later, one of the bodies falling onto the bed. I could envision both of them collapsed next to each other. I still couldn’t move. My mind was racing at a thousand miles an hour. How long had this gone on? Was she in love with this guy? Was she leaving me? I had no idea what to think. Then I heard the man talking again.
“Hey, baby. Do you want to move to my place before your loser husband gets back?” My heart just about stopped. Did she really think I was a loser? Was I about to lose my wife to a stranger?
“Sam, this has been fun, but that’s all it is. I’m not leaving my husband for you or anyone else.” My heart just about leapt up into my throat. Relief flooded over me.
“Why would you want to stay with such a worthless asshole? He can’t even keep you satisfied in bed. I could keep you satisfied.” His guy was just about to get on my nerves. I started to lean into the door, to walk in and confront him, when my wife piped up.
“Sam, trust me on this. It would take years of work for you to be half the man that Mike is. This has been fun, but it only happened because I was so horny because I missed him so much. Don’t think that this is going to be a regular thing.” Wow! My wife really cut this guy to the bone. A smile of pride at how my wife took this guy down a notch started to spread across my face.
“You little cock tease bitch!” Sam yelled. “If your husband was here, I’d show you both what a little bitch he is, you fucking cunt!” Just as I opened the door to intervene, I heard a resounding “WHACK!” as a flat hand met flesh, and hear Karen cry out in pain. As I walked into the room, I saw Karen bouncing off the mattress, as Sam pulled his hand back for another strike, this time closed fisted. As his body shifted to deliver the strike, I caught his right arm with my left hand. Instead of his fist moving toward my wife’s face, his whole body swung around to face me. As it did, I reach up with my right hand and grabbed his throat, walked him back two paces and slammed him against the wall. My narrow eyes, filled with fiery rage, met his, wide with fear. We stared at each other for about 3 or 4 seconds, with me contemplating just how badly I wanted to beat the shit out of this guy. Then I felt a warm stream running down my leg. I glanced down just in time to see the last of Sam’s piss dribbling out of his shrunken dick to land on his own foot. Disgusted, I let go of his throat, grabbed him by the ear, and practically dragged him to the front door. I yanked open the door, and pitched him out onto the front lawn, his body skittering in the wet grass. He cowered on the ground, staring into my eyes, still filled with rage and disgust.