Amicable
This Friday I had decided to come home earlier. I entered the house with an expectant smile, with the thought of Samantha, my wife. She should be at home, I thought, at least her bicycle was standing in front of the house, but she was nowhere to be seen. Probably she was with our neighbours. We lived here for just about one year and I was lucky that our neighbours seemed to be relaxed, nice people. Especially so, since Sam was a bit shy, when it came to new contacts.
I decided to go over to the Smiths. Probably we could enjoy a chilled beer together in their garden. My smile grew bigger. The Friday evening seemed to be promising. It was still hot outside. A beer with my wife and good neighbours sounded alluring. I just jumped over the low fence and was in our neighbour's garden. Then I walked in direction of their terrace, which was shielded by rampant shrubs.
I heard someone moaning and it sounded pretty much like the moaning of my Sam, when she was sexually aroused. Then another female was moaning. Before I could make up my mind, why I heard such sounds, I went around the corner and what I then saw was in line with the moaning, but not at all in line with my worldview. Sam was laying on a sunlounger completely naked. Shirley Smith, equally naked was sitting between her wide spread legs, massaging my wife's boobs. And Shirley husband George had freed his erected penis from his trousers and placed it in my wife's mouth, who obviously hungry, sucked it under quit horny sounds of pleasure. This was far too much for me. I jumped back behind the bushes. My head started spinning and my dick started to grow until it felt hard and pulsating in my trousers.
Was this really true? Or was it a hallucination? My beloved wife, who always was a bit shy, when it comes to any kind of physicalness had sex with another man AND another woman?
I peeped between the bushes. Sam really seemed hot and hungry. By now George had started to fuck her mouth with slow, small moves and she seemed more than content. Shirley's fingers, who had arrived between Sam's legs, seemed to do the rest. Sam moaned loudly.
"Our Sam is so incredibly hungry," I heard Shirley saying. Geez, what a redundant comment. Wait. 'Our Sam?' What did Shirley meant by this?
"Probably she has another hungry mouth," George stated and gave Shirley's hand, which was busy between Sam's tights, a salacious look.
"I think so," Shirley said in a faked casual tone. Now George withdraw his penis from Sam's mouth, who really seemed a bit disappointed, but as the man moved towards her lap she bit her lower lip. Clearly a sign of embarrassment.
"Do you want to get fucked good?" Shirley asked her. Sam opened her mouth, but was not able to say a word. Probably her other mouth was busy digesting Shirley's moves.
Shirley withdrew her pleasuring hand and smiled expectantly, while she rose from the sunlounger. George took her place with his dick in his hand. I could not see in detail how he penetrated Sam, but I read from her face that he was doing it and that she liked it a lot.
My dick was rock hard, my thoughts raced. I turned around and went. As I tried to jump back into our garden I fell onto the grass. For some moments I remained there. I was very aware of my erection and my lust. At the same time I felt fear and shame. What was going on here? I always thought Sam was satisfied with our sex life. Well at least I was. Sometimes she gave me a blow job, but hell, she was never as hungry as she was for George's dick. And she seldom exposed her vulva as much as she did in front of Shirley and George.
At home I took a cold shower and tried to think and to remember. What did Shirley meant by 'our Sam'? How long since Sam had sex with George and Shirley? I guessed what I saw was not an accident, nor was it the first time. If my wife was not a completely different person, she needed time to get used to new people and even more time to discover new physical frontiers. And all this ought to be happened before my eyes unnoticed? I tried to remember situations that might have given me a hint, if only I knew.
Okay there was one of our first evenings together. After 3 bottles of whine the conversation became an interesting turn. Shirley asked how much partners we had before we became a couple. I said truthfully three and Samantha said I was her first. Shirley had chuckled and murmured that we both where quite inexperienced. Sam had just shrugged, but Shirley asked further if she never wished to broaden her horizon, probably with another man or woman. Sam hat just nipped on her whine. I had not paid much attention to this conversation. Until now.
I still tried to figure out how the woman on the terrace, who enjoyed herself in an allowedly horny threesome, was my wife, who, too enjoyed sex, but was not all too open with herself and others. Old feelings of inferiority rose in me. But my dick rose again. I sighed.
**
The next day I had not managed to speak about, what happened, although I could think about nothing else. Sam acted as usual, if not to say she pretended. How long the hell it was going like this? How often George and Shirley had fucked her already? God Lord. Sam was 27. Shirley and George Smith were at least ten years older. Although I had to admit both were attractive, in particular Shirley with her womanly figure and her long blond hair.
What I do realised was that Sam walked around the house naked or with just her pants on from time to time. This was something she had never done in our apartment, where we lived before we bought this house. This Sunday morning she was sitting topless on the couch, reading the newspaper.
"Say, are you hot?" I began.
"What do you mean by that?" She replied innocently.
"You are wearing nothing but your slip."
She lowered the paper and looked directly at me. "Is that a problem for you?"
"Not at all. I just wondered. Lately you do that quite often."
"Hm. I think I have developed a new attitude towards my body," she explained. "I mean I am an attractive woman. Why I should hide?"
"That's what I always tried to tell you."
Sam rose the paper again. "Some things need time."
I felt like a coward. My wife was cheating on me and I was not able to address it. I sighed inwardly. Probably I feared she would confirm my fears that I was sexually not enough for her. Or not adequate at all?
Suddenly she lowered the newspaper again and looked at me.
"What's on your mind?"
Pictures of her on a sunlounger flashed through my mind. Pictures of how she enjoyed getting attention from George's dick and Shirley's fingers. Pictures of her open mouth, hungry and invitingly opened.
My hardening cock filled my shorts. Samantha's look rested on the bulge between my legs. "Now I know what's really on your mind," she chuckled. She put away the paper. "Come," she just said. I went over to her and as soon as I was within her reach, she grabbed for my hard manhood to feel it. "What a nice present," she commented. "You sure now what happens with presents?"
"No?" I murmured really a bit unsure. I didn't know me this way.
"Well, they get unpacked." She then grabbed in my fly and pushed my dick out.
"Come closer," she said firmly. I swallowed hard. Sam bent forwards and took my dick into her mouth. I felt like an electric shock was running through my body. Slowly she closed her eyes and started licking my bell-end. Before my inner eye I saw George's dick in her mouth and how she had enjoyed him. Again I felt this dizziness. One part of me was angry that she was cheating on my and it made my even more angry that I was too afraid to confront her with what I knew. Another party of me got turned on enormously by the idea that I was not the only one, whom she enjoyed. I started to move my hips slowly. I had never done that before, seriously fucking her mouth. She moaned, but suddenly withdrew and looked up.
"Sorry, I just need you to fuck me right now, please," she said.
"Sorry?" I said, my voice raspy, my knees a little weak.
Sam stood up, turned around, and started to massage my cock with her buttocks, still with her slip on. I pulled the slip aside and placed the tip of my cock between her buttocks.
"C'mon, please..." she moaned.
"Which hole?" I really felt a bit helpless right now.
