Buddy and His Buddy Fuck My Wife!
Well, things never started with me in the closet watching like most. I watched from the outside of my buddy's house.
My story starts with me out of town for work and returning earlier than expected. I was driving through a nearby town when a million-to-one thing happened. While stopped at an intersection, I looked over and saw Tracy entering a club with a (male) friend of ours and yet another guy. She wasn't expecting me home for two more days, but I'd had the idea of surprising her. As it turned out, the surprise was on me!
I turned around and parked and headed into the club. This is a fairly hot spot, and a good crowd provided cover for me. Once inside, I spotted them in the back, where it wasn't too packed. I moved to the side bar, where I had a good view of their table.
The action picked up, and I guessed that my wife already had several drinks under her belt. She got up to dance with Steveโthat's our friendโwhich is when I noticed how sexy she had dressed. She was wearing a tight green summer sweater that showed plenty of skin, as well as her huge tits, along with a loose red skirt that was a little shorter than her norm.
Tracy and Steve danced to a couple of fast songs, which gave her a chance to shake her ass and show lots of leg. I even got a glimpse of green satin panties. Now I know she wears these particular panties when she's feeling kinky! Finally a slow song played, and I sat there and watched her and Steve start rubbing their bodies against each other.
I had no problem with Steve feeling her up and fucking her, he must had fucked her at least a dozen times by now, but that was when I realized that Steve was probably trying to get her worked up enough so as to his friend getting in on the action. Steve ran his hands down Tracy's side to her ass. I just stared as he felt her up and she let him. She pushed her mound against his obvious hard-on. If it had been anyone else, I would have told him or her to get a room! This went on for two more songs before they sat back down.
My view let me see Steve's hand under Tracy's skirt. You could tell she was getting worked up. She was drinking twice as much as normal, and twice as fast. They got up to dance to some more slow songs, but this time he didn't stop at her skirt, he went under it. The floor was full and dark, so you had to really look to see what was going on. He actually put his hand under her skirt and slipped his finger inside her panties.
This was not my wife of five years!
When the music speeded up, they sat down and started all over again. The foreplay was damn heavy by now. Steve was kissing Tracy and running his hand up her leg. It didn't take long before she had her legs spread and he had her skirt pushed up and was fingering her. The other guy just watched as Tracy went from kissing Steve to watching their friend.
The next set of slow songs started, and Tracy got up and headed to the dance floor, this time followed by the other guy. You could tell she was wasted. By now I was pretty sure I didn't know the other guy. Out on the dance floor, he started out slow, resting his hands right on her ass. She quickly moved them up, but they drifted right back down again. This went on through the whole first song, and when the next song started, it started all over again.