Many coincidences had happened that night between that conversation and me going home. The first: I didn't drink. I always drink during Monday night football. I can't tell you why I didn't last night; I just didn't
Second , I left the game earlier than I normally would. The game had ended without many incidences. So by football standards, it was a very short game and I didn't stay for my usual post game talk with the boys.
Third, I didn't call Michelle to let her know I was coming home that night. I thought it was early enough that she would still be awake.
I drove up to my house, and there were two cars in the driveway. No biggie- she had told me that she was to have guests over tonight. What was a little strange was the fact that the living room lights were out. But I thought they must be in the kitchen or possibly in the basement- that's all. Michelle rarely entertained guests down there. I walked in and slipped off my boots, and headed to the kitchen. It was strange, 'Empty' strange. I guess they could've been downstairs. So I headed down, what I saw changed both my life and the way I viewed people and my marriage forever.
I need to give you a little background about Michelle. Well to start with, she is very sexual. She always liked trying new things. So for our tenth anniversary I bought us a sex swing. And let me tell you we put a lot of miles on that swing. It was the most advanced sex swing on the market, there isn't a position you can't get into when strapped to it.
So there I am at the entrance to my game room. And my wife is naked except for a pair of thigh high, red patent leather boots and a long strap on dildo. I knew she owned the strap on and I knew she used it on a girlfriend of hers once a very long time ago, before we got together. The boots went with a halloween costume she wore to a party a few years back. Michelle was sitting in the swing with her legs stretched out as far as they could go. Only she wasn't alone. True, she had told me she was having company. I just wasn't expecting this. There were two men with her, both in collars and nothing else, and both men were younger than Michelle or myself, I guessed maybe twenty. One male was between her legs, while the other was at her mouth. She had one in her mouth and one in her pussy. Both men were in decent shape, a little thin I thought. One was covered in tattoo while the other was clean. At least as far as I could tell anyway.
It was as if I had stepped into a time warp or the twilight zone. I had been married for fifteen years, happily I might add. I had no idea, she hid it so well from me. Had it been going on for a long time? Had I driven her to it? I thought for a married couple of fifteen years that we actually had a really great sex life. Yet here she was, having a threeway with two men. I think what was getting to me the most was the fact that it was turning me on. Not the cheating; the pleasure my wife seemed to be receiving from the two men.
It was as if it was an aphrodisiac. Her little grunts of pleasure and the way her boot covered legs looked, her long raven hair hanging off the back of her head, her smallish b-cup breasts with stark tan lines from religiously tanning with the exact bikini every time. All of it was mosaic of turn ons. I cannot tell you why I wasn't angry; I should have beat some ass seeing this. Instead I backed out of the room and headed out to my truck. I decided to give Michelle a call and see what would happen, see how fast they flee! The thought actually put a smile on my face. I parked my truck on the corner so I could still see my house. I waited five more minutes; I didn't want to completely ruin her fun. When the five minutes ticked by I dialed her cell.
"Hello... R.J. What is it dear?" she asked, answering after five rings.
"Hey babe, sorry to bother you! You asked me to call if I was going to come home. Well the game was short and I decided not to drink so I am on my way should be there in fifteen!" I said casually, I was listening intently for any sounds in the background. Sadly I couldn't hear a thing. Michelle took a while answer. Of course I wouldn't have thought a thing about it before, but now I was imagining her eyes getting big, scrambling to get them out of the house before the big, bad, wolf gets home.
"Oh ok! You sure you haven't had too much to drink? I really don't want you to risk it if you've been drinking!" She argued. I smiled at this. Again yesterday wouldn't have given this act of concern a second thought. Now however... It was actually turning out to be a pretty good evening.
"No, I am stone sober darling. But I love the concern! Besides, don't you want me home? I am actually in a pretty kinky mood!" I said trying to stir the pot a little more.
"I... I... Of course I want you home baby! Just pick me up a pack of cigarettes on your way home please! See you soon then!" I knew this was coming, just one more stall, buy a little more time, secure a clean getaway for her playthings. Ok, I'll play along.
"Sure thing baby. See you in about twenty then! Put on something kinky for me!" I replied, I was now ready to play this out for as long as I could. The store was only a minute away; I would watch' till I witnessed the exodus.
About ten minutes later I saw the front door open, and two men exited. Michelle was standing in the door wearing a bathrobe, the men were in casual fare. They walked to their respective cars and drove off. They went right by me, never giving me a second look. I drove to the store and picked up a bottle of jack, and her smokes. I waited ten minutes more just to secure the ruse.
