George Ramsden was waiting for his wife’s return. Of course, this was not the first time that he had waited for her, she was habitually out on the town these days and he had a pretty good idea of what she was up to. Not that Kate made any secret of her dissatisfaction any more. “You cannot fulfil me”, she had said on countless occasions. The words still rang in his ears like a curse, almost a challenge. But this time things would be different. This time there would be no humiliation, no sympathetic looks from his friends because they had learned of Kate’s gossiped infidelity. No, this time things would be on his terms.
George glanced up at the wall clock for the hundredth time: 11:50pm. Of course, Kate could return at any time – once she had even stayed out all night – but he knew the bar that she had gone to and it shut at midnight. A night out with the girls, she had claimed as usual. But George knew she was lying and he had a surprise planned for her tonight.
He looked over at Mike and Luke as they lazed, or rather sprawled, out on the sofa drinking beer straight from the can. Both young, dark and handsome the two were the late teenaged sons of Frank Gilbert, one of George’s work colleagues. George had confided in Frank on many occasions and they had eventually come up with the idea of involving the young men. Mike and Luke knew why they were there. There wasn’t going to be any misunderstandings.
At exactly 12:30am George heard the familiar rattle of Kate’s key in the door. Immediately his mouth became dry and his tongue felt two sizes to big. He could feel the perspiration beading on his forehead and was aware that his palms were damp and clammy.
Kate’s sullen look immediately changed to a genial smile as she entered the lounge.
“I didn’t know we had guests.” She said, turning towards her older husband. For an instant the smile cracked and George knew that it was fake. “You could have told me, George!”
“Have you had a good time with ‘the girls’?” George asked calmly and avoiding her scornful eyes.
“Hmm, okay I guess. Why?”
“Just asking. By the way these are my guests not ours. This is Mike and Luke. Frank Gilberts sons.”
As Kate mumbled her hellos, George was reminded of how young his wife was. Standing in her dark, fashionable slacks and white sweater, her blonde streaked hair fanned out about her shoulders, she looked almost the same age as the two lads.
Kate looked a little confused. George couldn’t blame his wife for that, coming home to find two strange men sitting in your lounge at twelve-thirty in the morning had to be a little disconcerting – no matter how good looking they were. And George could see that Mike and Luke’s physique and appearance had not gone unnoticed by Kate. No matter how tired she claimed to be, there was a definite twinkle in her eye. Her tongue protruded on more than one occasion and dampened her pink painted lips.
“So how was your friend Angie?” George asked, regaining his wife’s attention.
“Oh, fine.”
“That’s funny, because I spoke to her husband on the ‘phone two hours ago. He say’s she’s been ill and hasn’t left the house for three days!”
The silence in the room was almost deafening. The atmosphere suddenly electric. Kate looked at her husband. She was speechless.
“Don’t even bother to come up with another lie.” George sneered. “I know you’ve been with another man. So, what was he like?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“I mean what was he like in bed? Or did he just fuck you in the parking lot?”
Kate’s eyes stared at the carpet. There was nothing useful she could think of to say.
“Was he big?” George continued, getting into his stride. “Do you crave big cocks?”
Kate looked up quickly. Her scorn-filled eyes bore into George like a laser.
“Bigger than you!” She spat.
“That, I’d already guessed.” George responded. He was not about to be put off now. He had the upper hand and was determined to keep it. “But was he as big as these two?”
Kate turned around to face Luke and Mike. A tiny, involuntary squeal escaped her lips as she saw that, while she had been talking to her husband, the two young strangers had unzipped their pants and released two hard, thick erections. Again Kate was speechless.
“Well?” Mike asked, taking over the narrative from George. “Was he as big as this?”
Kate stared at the long, hard cock that was pointing directly at her. She had to admit to herself that it was considerably larger than the guy that had fucked her in the bathroom of the bar earlier. A most unsatisfactory, knee-trembling experience, she remembered.
“What the fuck is going on, George?”
