Working late_(2)

I was working late again, trying to get my proposal done before the midnight deadline. Just a few finishing touches and it would be complete – and my cell phone rang. I knew without looking it would be my wife. She had been patient these last few weeks as I spent lots of extra hours at work, but I could tell from her attitude this morning she was looking forward to the end of it as much as I was.

“Hi honey”, I said when I answered the phone. “Hello, dear. How’s it going?” she responded. I told her I was just finishing up and looking forward to getting it done. “Any idea when you might be coming home?” she asked. “It will probably be an hour or two,” I answered. The silence on the other end of the phone spoke volumes to me. Then I heard a change in the tone of her voice, it became softer, somehow lower. “Well you better hurry because I am horny as hell. My pussy is all wet and ready for a nice hard cock. I’m so hot I’m going to fuck the next guy I see.” Now, my wife and I have had phone sex many times in the past but it had been years since she had said anything like this to me so this came as a bit of a shock.

I knew she was at home so I wasn’t actually worried about her fucking some other guy, and anyway she just never would. In fact, I tried to talk her into having some swinger sex years ago and was shot down like a duck in hunting season. Anyway, her words had the desired effect on me: I wanted to get home as soon as possible. “Mmmm, well I hope you can wait a little bit. I promise when I get there I’m going to lick up all that delicious pussy juice and make you cum,” I said. “”I don’t know if I can wait,” she teased, “you’d better hurry!”

I promised to finish as quickly as possible and hung up the phone. I turned my attention back to my work but found my thoughts starting to wander. Knowing that my lady was hot and ready for me was distracting me from the task at hand. I spent the next hour doing a final edit and printing the proposal and then I emailed it to the 4 people on the response list. I quickly packed up my stuff and headed out the door but it was still going to be almost 2 hours after our conversation when I arrived at home.

Fortunately traffic was very light and I made it home in less time than usual. I entered the kitchen from the garage and something on the table caught my eye – a brochure about replacement windows. Third one this week I thought to myself. Don’t these guys ever quit trying? It seemed very quiet in the house as I passed through the hallway on my way to the closet. I imagined my wife lying in bed with a sexy nightie on, softly stroking her wet pussy and waiting for me. I put my briefcase down and headed upstairs quietly hoping to surprise her and maybe catch her diddling herself. As I got to the top of the stairs I heard soft moans of pleasure coming from our bedroom. Wow! I thought. She really is horny! She must be masturbating and thinking of me.

A lascivious grin spread across my face as I crept down the hallway. I tried to look around the door jamb carefully so that she wouldn’t see me, just wanting to spy on her a little bit. When I was finally able to see into the room what I saw knocked the breath out of me. My wife was on her back with her legs in the air, her eyes closed in ecstasy not from her own fingers but from the young black man moving up and down between her legs!

I stood dumbfounded for several seconds . . . my brain could not believe what my eyes were seeing. My wife was fucking another man! I had to look at her face to convince myself this was really her. I was reeling from shock. My wife was fucking a BLACK MAN! My head was spinning as I stood there in shock and amazement. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine this would happen!

My wife and her lover hadn’t noticed me until finally I sputtered “Honey?” Her eyes flew open and she looked at me, and the young man turned his head. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed as he tried to pull himself away from my wife. But she wrapped her arms around his back, fighting his impulse to flee. “Oh no you don’t,” she told him. “You stay right where you are!” She looked at me again and I could see the lust burning in her eyes. “I told you I was going to fuck the first guy I saw.”

I was speechless. I watched as she began to move her lovely hips up to him again. “Well, isn’t this what you’ve wanted for so long?” she asked me. “Haven’t you always wanted to watch me fuck someone else?” “Y-y-y-yeah, I guess so,” I stammered. “Well then, why don’t you sit down and enjoy the show?” she responded. And with that she moved her hands to her young lover’s hips and motioned for him to resume his previous activity. He looked at me, then at her, and then back at me. “You cool man?” he asked.