Karen and me moved back from Germany in September and settled into our new home in Dorset with minimal fuss or fanfare. The estate we found ourselves on was quiet with maybe 20 other houses on it. Karen and me had first met over a shop counter 3 years previously, she was civilian staff working on the base I was stationed at. I was immediately taken with her, her bright green eyes, framed by dark brown hair had a nice sparkle to them and her full lips just begged to be kissed!
The rest of Karen was equally appealing, she had a curvaceous size 12 figure, shapely legs and nice firm 34dd boobs. As a boob man I was in heaven, even more so when I found out she could come just from having her tits sucked!
This was my first post back in the UK since I joined up some 7 years previously and I was looking forward to not having a language barrier to contend with and having a real cider or 2! Karen set about looking for a job straight away and quickly found an admin post in nearby Christchurch.
Christmas and New Year came and went in our new place with little fuss or fanfare and soon I was pleased to see signs of Spring. Birds were nesting high in the trees and leaves unfurling on boughs. About this time of year another natural phenomenon also occurs, hemlines start to rise and necklines plunge! Oh yes, I do love the Springtime.
About mid April, Karen came home one day and told me that we'd be invited to a party at her bosses place that weekend. Having nothing planned we readily agreed to go, be nice to meet Karen's work colleagues I thought.
Saturday rolled around and we started to get ready for the night. I went for a comfortable jeans and dress shirt look, while my better half chose a dress that came just above her knee, covering her favourite lingerie, complete with stockings. We were almost late for the taxi I'd booked once I'd seen her in her skimpys, slapping my hands away, Karen told me I'd have to wait til later. Damn the things I could have done right then!
Once at the party, I was introduced to a few people, one of whom was Janet, Karen's boss. Janet was probably 15 years older than me, making her about 45, a pleasant lady, nicely dressed with a curvy figure she clearly didn't mind showing off judging by the amount of cleavage I could see. Those bad boys must have been at least 40d, the way they pushed against her tight blouse. I could easily see her white bra through her top, straining to keep her tits in place. A shortish skirt, tights or stockings and heels completed Janets look.
Janet definitely had a twinkle in her blue eyes as she gave me a welcoming hug, her hand making its way down to my arse, giving it a little squeeze. Bloody hell I thought, is she always this friendly?
Then she was gone, disappearing to talk to another guest, playing the hostess perfectly.
The night progressed quietly, I chatted amiably with anyone and everyone I met. The food was good and the booze flowed easily as we mingled. Karen disappeared from view for a couple of minutes at one point then re-emerged with a chap I'd not seen before. A tall black chap who she introduced to me as Luke. About 6'2" in height, he had a good couple of inches on me, he was broad and had a bright smile as he shook my hand. "Nice to meet you Bob" he said, "Karen's told me all about you".
I returned his smile and greeting happily, any friend of Karen's was a friend of mine after all and Luke had a nice easy way about him. Karen and me carried on mingling as before, happily spending time getting to know more of the guests at the party.
Janet, ever the willing hostess ensured we all had plenty to drink, flitting about topping up glasses with a seemingly endless supply of booze. Refilling my glass, Janet slurred, "I think Karen quite likes Luke".
Looking over I saw my wife rapt in the attention that Luke was showing her, her head thrown back in laughter, her hand touching his arm as she did so. I felt a short pang of jealousy surge through me at the site of my wife openly flirting with another man, especially one so good looking!
I was snapped out of my funk by Janet, whispering in my ear, "Luke looks like he's quite taken with Karen, he's quite the stud too"! Looking back at Janet quizzically, she quickly tried to backtrack, "I'm sure it is harmless though".
The seed however was sown. Here I was at a party and my wife was hanging on this mans every word. Her hand constantly touching him somewhere, laughing and flicking her hair as she looked at him.
"Don't worry about it" my hostess intoned, "I'm sure nothing will happen here." Her hand then rested on my shoulder in a conciliatory way, steering my away to talk to someone else.
Putting my wife's flirting out of my mind I reminded myself that as far as I was aware she'd always been faithful and that nothing would happen here.
How wrong I was!
An hour or so later I'd lost track of Karen and found myself inside Janets looking for a bathroom to relieve myself. Leaving the bathroom I saw Janet peering through a door that was slightly ajar.
Walking up behind her, I could see that she was engrossed in what was going on inside the room and appeared to have her skirt rucked up at the front. Not wanting to scare Janet, I cleared my throat and she quickly looked over her shoulder at me, straightening her skirt at the same time.
"Oh hi, it's you" Janet whispered. "You ok? I enquired, "Yes", she hissed, "just um, checking something" then she turned towards me, trying to usher me away from the door.
Hearing some muffled moans coming from the room, I stepped forward to have a look. "No, Rob, don't" Janet hissed at me, while turning to look back in the room. I was now right behind her and peered over her shoulder.
What I saw took my breath away! Blood pumped in my head, ears pounding with the site before my eyes!
"I'm so sorry!" Janet quietly stated.
I couldn't believe my eyes! Looking through the small gap in the door I could clearly see my wife, stripped down to her lingerie, on her hands and knees being fucked by Luke. Her tits bouncing as he ploughed his big black cock in and out of my wifes dripping pussy and she was loving it! I could clearly see her face in a mirror on the wall in front of her, it was contorted in pleasure as she shook with each thrust from the black bull riding her!
"Fuck my cunt, you bastard, fuck it hard", Karen gasped, "that's it give my cunt that big fucking cock!"
How could she do this to me? Had she done it before?