Betrayal Two

Betrayal 2

You need to read Betrayal One to understand where I’m coming from. In that first part I explained how an old friend had stayed with me and my beautiful wife of twenty years, Brandi, and how they ended up betraying me – also, how I betrayed myself. Brandi is thirty-eight but looks twenty-eight, bright, assertive and strong willed, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. I’ve worshiped her from afar since high school, finally got the nerve to ask her for a date in college, and was the most surprised man in the world when she agreed to marry me. I’ve never thought once of cheating on her, and I know the same is true for her. Our sex life has been great through the years, and although less frequent now than in our early years, we’re still pretty enthusiastic and inventive with it.

Continued from Betrayal One . . .
For the past thirty minutes I’d spied on my wife and an old friend, from our patio door as they conducted erotic foreplay on the sofa in our family room. To her credit, Brandi was reluctant at first, but Lee was very adept at his manipulations. When it had reached the point where she had begun sucking him off, she’d suddenly stood and walked toward our bedroom. I have to admit that sick as it was, I was extremely excited by what I’d seen, but drastically relieved that she’d suddenly come to her senses and stopped. Then, I was crushed when she’d only peered in, saw that I was “sleeping” and softly closed the door again. Confused and scared as hell by what was happening, I got up and hurried back to the glass patio door just as she reentered the family room. Lee was still seated on the sofa. He had put his huge cock back inside his sweat suit, but the bulge was still showing. Brandi walked over, stood silently before him for a moment as though making up her mind about something, and then held out her hand. He took it and together they walked toward the guest bedroom without a word being spoken. That’s where I left off my last story.

I had few options. I could barge in, at which time they may not even be doing anything; or, she may only be explaining to him why she couldn’t do it, and I’d just end up looking like a complete fool in front of my beautiful wife; or maybe, I’d actually catch them in the act. If I did, what then? But, I had to know. Wearing only my robe and house shoes, I slipped out of the patio door and around the house to the guestroom window. As I knew it would be, the wooden window slats were partially open and the window slightly cracked for ventilation. Lee was already on the king-sized bed, his sweatshirt off, and pulling off his bottoms. The head of the bed was on the far wall, so his feet were toward me only six or so feet away. Brandi was removing her sweater. I’d seen her do this a thousand times. Lee tossed his pants aside and lay sprawled on his back. His legs were spread and I could see his large hairy sacks, and large half-erect cock. Brandi paused while removing her shorts, suddenly fascinated, staring at his cock, her mouth agape. I’d seen a few porno films during college and none of those guys had a thing on Lee. He truly had a monster cock. With my hand wrapped around my own average sized dick, there is about two-three inches sticking out.