My Slut Wife Karen

I’m Jim, in my early 50’s, an average looking man, 5′ 8”, 150 lbs, slight balding right on top, my wife Karen is in her late 40’s, 5′ 7”, 36D-30-38, copper redhead, all natural, very good looking, gets lots of looks whenever we go out. She dresses nice, maybe a little on the sexy side but not sluttish at all, just enough to have eyes on her most of the time. We have what I thought was a good sex life, that was until last month.

I’m self employed so my hours can very but are most the time fairly consistent, 8-5, Monday to Friday. One Tuesday about a month ago I finished up at 1:30 PM and decided to head home rather then start another job. Our home has a back drive with a garage, that’s where I park all the time but today when I got there the road crew were blocking my way in, they would be another 3 hours before the alley would be open. I said I could park out front of my house for now and went on down the street. I rounded the corner down the street from my house and noticed a carpet cleaning van in my drive, what were they there for, we didn’t have any carpets.

I pulled up stopping short of our drive and parked. As I was walking past the living room window I hear my wife, “OH fuck, don’t do it”. I stopped dead, the blinds were closed, but not fully, I looked in, there was my wife, naked, laying on the floor, legs in the air, with some guy fucking her, my gut rolled with pain, she was being raped. I was about to run for the front door when she started to scream, “ Oh deeper, fuck me deeper I’m about to cum, Oh fuck me Bob, harder, give it to me”. I looked back in the room, she was holding her legs now so that her ass was off the floor, he was on his knees now driving her deep. It hit me then, she was having an affair with this guy. I felt sick, I wanted to run in and kick the crap out him but I thought the better of it, I went back to my truck and down the street to the local watering hole.

I sat at the bar with a beer for I don’t know how long until the bartender Bill came over, “Hey Jim, what’s up, you never come in here this time of day and I have never seen you just sit there for over an hour just staring at your beer”. “Oh nothing just having a bad day, guess I should go home”. I left the bar and drove around for a time, I got home around 6:00 PM and parked behind like always. I went in the house and Karen was in the kitchen with supper on the go, we kissed, I tried to act like all was normal, “ Supper will be ready in 10, get cleaned up and come right back,” Karen told me.

I went upstairs and changed, looking when I put my clothes in the hamper there were only her things from yesterday in there nothing from today. I went back down and had my supper, not talking much, Karen asked about my day, I just told her that I had some problems today and just didn’t feel like talking about it right now. After supper I went to the den and watched TV for a while, about 10:00PM I went upstairs to where we had a home office set up. Karen was there on the computer, I kissed her and told her I was going to bed.

I got up the next morning, we had coffee together. Karen said she had some shopping to do after but would be home in lots of time to get supper for us. I left the house and rushed to my shop, a buddy had left his car there while he was out of town for a awhile. I got in it and rushed back home, parking down the street. About 15 minutes later the garage opened and Karen pulled out, I followed. She drove downtown and pulled in at a restaurant, I pulled up along the street. Karen got out of her car, I nearly came in my pants when I saw her, a white low cut blouse that hugged her breasts, a tight medium blue skirt that just covered her ass and at least 4” heals.

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