My Wife 1

To my Surprise or
This is what I get for coming home early.

I met Cindy, my wife, through the girl I was dating, one of the classical stories. My friends were telling I was going to marry her even before I knew. Well that’s another story.

Corporate moves had relocated us a number of times around the states, so twelve years later and two children later, we find ourselves in the Deep South.

I had my number of extra martial encounters, which put our marriage on the rocks. Note that Cindy is an extremely attractive woman, with an excellent body, and having modeled and appeared in Vogue. My friends were telling me I was crazy. Hell the girls I was going out with thought I was crazy.

I have always enjoyed sex with Cindy. But she had no adventure in experimenting. Getting a blowjob to the end was non-exsistant, having her savour my juices almost never. And multiple orgasms while for her are common, are never for me. Finger fucking is out of the question, as well as anal sex. I needed some adventure, variety, thus I have maintained the same lover for the last 8 eight years, if you call twice a year a lover.

With every thing quite in our relationship, while not fully contented, I love her, and she’s the best thing that ever happened to me.

I travel two to three days a week across the southeast. Cindy became friends with Julie, a girl she worked with. A few years younger, her husband Tom, also travels, have gone out to dinner a few times. Cindy and Julie, both working at different locations now, go to lunch often.

Julie is tall, thin and blonde had what I would call a tight body. I had never seen her with a bra, but she always heavy clothing too hide her nipples, intentionally or not. I have often thought how would be to have her, taste her juices, have her taste mine. We never spent enough time together to learn her attitudes let alone light a fire.

Her husband-looked average to me, heavy built, I never thought of him as fat, but Julie insisted he watch his weight.

Looking back on it: things that appeared to be funny or odd I took no notice of. Cindy was screening her phone calls. Messages I left she said she never got, or called back really late.
She would tell me Tom stopped by her office. After all he was a salesman the industry she worked.
What little sex drive she had was really drying up. Yet she still wore the sexy stuff, her daytime clothing bill went up.

I know what you’re thinking; She’s doing Tom. I should have seen it, having been there and done that.

About three months ago while out of town, I had a number a meetings canceled and one moved from the afternoon to the first thing in the morning. This allowed me to catch a mid-morning flight back home.

I pulled up to the house about noon. Julie’s car was in the driveway, blocking my side of the garage, so I parked behind Cindy’s car. Unlocking the front door, I went in and the house appeared to be empty. I then heard noise in the master bedroom.

The master bedroom is L shaped, with sort of a sitting room. You walk into the room about ten feet before turning left and facing the side of the bed about 15 feet away.

The Noise was diffidently coming from the bedroom, thinking the girls where chatting about something, I’d have my little game and scare them.

Well I’m the one who got the surprise.

There was Julie at the head of the bed, legs spread wide, holding the head board with one hand and the other on the back of Cindy’s head, running her fingers through Cindy’s while holding her head. My wife’s face buried into Julie’s pussy and she was heavy into eating her and they were both loving it. Julie was grinding her hips, lifting her butt off the bed. Her head thrown back, heavy breathing mixed with whimpers and moans you could tell she was going to cum any second.

Cindy was eating Julie feverishly; I could hear the licking and sucking across the room. You could tell she was running her tongue up and down the length of Julie’s slit. Julie spazmed each time Cindy’s tongue touched her clit.