You know it's that time of year when you get all the copper-bearing bottom paint, the power sander, rollers, extensions and tape and head down to your sailboat for three days to redo the bottom in preparation for re-launching it for the sailing season. Old clothes, a tall ladder to get up into the boat with and the pleasure of a shower each day after the mess is over with until the next when it's dry and you finally put the last coat on. It's 75 miles each way to where the boat is kept out on land for the winter so I usually go down and sleep on the boat a couple of nights and use the marina's heated showers and bathroom. The television on the boat works and there's a heater when I hook the boat up to the yard's electric power just like it is in it's slip and hooked up to 120 volt shore power. The two or three days has lots of meals eaten at the local restaurants, a couple of extra blankets aboard and a certain amount of satisfaction when you're done. This year looked to me to be a pretty easy year with little scraping and straight forward painting. When I left I told my wife Sarah that I wouldn't be more than three days but if I could do it in two I'd use the cell phone and call to let her know I'd be home earlier. We've been married awhile and a few days away never hurt anything given the normal nature of that with her work schedule and mine. I miss her and all her soft freckles but it is always nice when I get home too.
This year everything went right. The weather cooperated, the ablative coating was thin enough to need only minimal sanding and by 4 o'clock on Sunday I was done. I decided to go to the showers, get cleaned up, head home and surprise Sarah. Wouldn't be much of a surprise if I called her so........I didn't I did stop and buy her a pot full of blooming daffodils which had been forced over the winter and sat it on the car's front seat while I hummed my way homeward, expecting to pleasantly surprise Sarah. The car glided around the last bend and up our driveway while I relaxed, happy to finally be home with the boat prep task done for another year. The porch light was off and there was a bicycle in the driveway, a bicycle which wasn't ours. I didn't think much about it though it was a little unusual at 7:30 on a dark Sunday evening.
I walked around the bike and thought that it looked almost like Dr. Edward Offeou's, the husband of a Nigerian couple who lived in a 4,000 square foot home three doors from us. Curious thing but we all were friends or at least nodding acquaintances. It is my habit to walk back to the garden and check the plants before I go inside and I followed my habit that night as well. The garden was fine and I turned back towards the house and car to lock it and go in and surprise Sarah. As I turned, I noticed the master bedroom lights were on with the shades still partially open. You could see in easily because of the low light inside, just enough light inside and dark outside so that no one could easily see who was outside. I detoured over there to see what it looked like inside while standing beyond the window in the darkness of the night. The sidewalk was one narrow flowerbed from the two bedroom windows. I stopped when I got to the first one and looked in.
Surprise would be putting mildly what my eyes saw and my heart felt as it suddenly thumped over. There was my wife. As far as I knew, she had never cheated and neither had I but when I looked in I was completely shocked to see the dark black skin of Edward on his back laid across the cream colored sheets of our king sized bed. Next to him was my very naked wife Sarah on hands and knees with her eyes focused on the center of Edward's sable groin where an enormous erection was waving, standing as tall as a fir tree and every inch as firm. Her breasts hung down and were brushing back and forth over his thighs as she savored the wet tip of his cock. I could see her stomach where it sagged below the dark bush that marked her parted legs, legs that were moving in little, regular movements. My heart stopped and my breathing stuttered while I attempted to take it all in. At first, I couldn't, wouldn't believe it.
During the time I was grasping the reality of what I saw, Sarah reached out and put one hand at the base of his stomach and curled her slim fingers and palm around his cock in his curly hair then pulled the skin upwards over the ridge of his head while she watched with parted lips and obvious lust. Her naked knees were apart and she was almost panting. Her butt was totally exposed and obviously ready as she scooted it my way.. I'd never seen her from an angle like this while we had sex. Her opening was two swollen lips wet with her juices or perhaps his and very, very ready for him to enter her. It was damned exciting in a perverse sort of way and stopped me cold, not even worrying about the fact that it was my wife I was watching. I was surprised but did nothing to stop it. As I stood, they continued, passion totally their master.
As her curled hand pulled the skin upwards, it slid over the helmeted head of his huge cock and hid it beneath the rich black skin, leaving only the outline, which she dripped one drop of spit on. Obviously, he had an uncircumcised and very large cock. I wasn't small or average, maybe above average, but this was enough to get any woman who got this far to go the rest of the way. The contrast between his dark skin on the sheets and my wife's fair skin was a tableau that just never occurred any other way and kept me speechless and motionless. I ought to have run in and shot the bastard or maybe both of them but I didn't. Instead, I just stood there doing something I'd never done before .....I watched.
Edward, on the other hand was very involved and tensed the muscles of his butt which pushed his cockhead towards her face as he reached out for one of her swinging breasts and held her nipple between his fingers and thumb and pulled as her hand peeled the skin back down the shaft to reveal the pinkish head of his cock with it's wet little drip of clear lubricant which oozed out of the slit at the top. It was too much for Sarah who swallowed it with one gulp, obviously wrapping her tongue around the shaft, laving it with spit and passion. Her other hand found his balls and lifted them from the sheets, rolled them in her palm. As she did, she started bucking her hips, which were now facing me. Her bottom was open and her vagina swollen and rounded on both sides with moisture lacing the long joint where her lips came together undulating down the length.
As I watched, her hips stopped, jiggled then started to move rhythmically until she took her mouth off his cock and said something I couldn't hear to Edward. It was all he needed as he hoisted her up then helped her straddle his legs with hers, putting her pussy right over the head of his cock. She reached down as they kissed and guided the head against her vagina lips. No more than one rub up and one part way down and she slammed her hips over it and forced it inside her with one powerful and needy shove.
They stroked like that at least five or six times before her stomach muscles coiled and ground, started that squeezing inside which meant she was cumming. When she did, she pushed her hips down as he pulled until Edward's cock was inside her all the way to the curly hair at the base, expanding her width and making her head tip back and cry out as she came. Her splatter came oozing out past her pussy lips, which sealed imperfectly now against Edward's wide cock and ran down his balls as she came and came in pulse after pulse. I could see that he couldn't help himself then as he thrust the big cock upward carrying her entire body with it as he came in pulse after pulse of creamy, rich and very white liquid which joined hers both inside and running down her thighs..
It was too much. My cock was strong as a rock and at the same time I wanted to kill both of them and go on watching forever. It was hard to tell which and impossible for me to decide what to do next. Somehow, barging in didn't seem to be the thing to do any longer so, out of an absence of real conviction, I went back to the car, left the driveway to drive around the block and cool off for ten or fifteen minutes. When I was cooler, I decided that the cell phone might be the first thing for me to do, maybe call her and see what she would do when she heard I was ten minutes away.
I dialed and it rang three times before she picked it up. It was very quiet on her end when I told her I'd finished early and had a pot full of flowers for her in ten minutes when I'd be home. She was valiant, hardly did more than one quick breath as she told me she'd be taking a shower when I got there and would be ready when I got home. I hung up, looked at my watch and waited ten minutes. In less than five minutes, Edward came out with his underwear wadded mostly into a pocket, grabbed his bike and rode out of our driveway and quickly over to his house. When he got in his driveway he turned to look at our house and smiled the biggest, whitest smile I'd ever seen. In ten, I pulled in the driveway and took the flowers and my sailing stuff inside and put the painting stuff away before saying 'hello' into the master bathroom. It was always nice to see a freshly made bed and a clean wife after being gone two days. There was a sort of new room deodorant spray smell in the room, which was pleasant but doubtless covered up the musky smell of sex.
Somehow, I managed a hello and revealed nothing. Sarah finished her shower and must have been the greatest actress ever to join me and act like absolutely nothing had happened other than red skin and wide eyes presumably from her shower. I suppose I was hurt but at the same time, I had been wildly excited and knew that in the cosmic calculus, she "owed" me one. It would be one I'd never taken and I kind of liked the idea that I could do the same and be guilt free. Maybe after I had, I would bring it all up and we could regain our balance.
Time would tell as we spent the evening as we always did before bed. In bed, she was unreal, sucking my cock and fucking me like there was no tomorrow even sliding her ass over it, which was usually only a birthday treat. This wasn't all bad since I was the only one who knew that I knew!
By Monday, I was back in the groove and we returned to work, her at hers and me at mine. Nothing happened while we were around each other constantly and two weeks passed with me wondering when I ought to see about getting my little guilt-free affair in to balance the cosmic calculus. Truth is, I had no clue.
The problem took care of itself a week later. I work at home some days and this Tuesday was one of those days. Sarah went in to work while I stayed in the house and worked all morning in my studio. At noon, I took a break and went outside for a walk. I circled the development and returned walking past Edward's house and beginning to think about what had happened once again. When I got near the garage, I could see his wife, Bahia, inside, clearly agitated and upset. I said hello and she only waved which was unusual so I walked up the drive to see if I could help.
When I got there, I could see she had been crying. I didn't need to say anything because she stopped with a decisive nod of her head to herself and motioned me to come closer, come into the garage where she was standing.
