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“It would seem whilst most enjoyed my last story, there were a very, very small few who were disappointed in it. Well to help you and save you some time, if you did not enjoy last story…I don’t think this one is for you either…it does not contain wall…to…wall…sex, however if you were one of the many who did enjoy last story…I feel sure you will be satisfied with this writing”

I write and post to an alternative web site. Most of what is here is also on the other site plus stories that cannot be published on “erotic stories” should you wish for the address and instructions for the site let me know

I cannot lay claim to its total of this writing content. My husband Dave came to me with an idea. I told him he should write the story, but insisted I do so. He advised me on certain aspects. It’s written from a male perspective, so if any of the material is wrong, blame him

Again my thanks to all my readers who make contact with me and give me their support and encouragement. I hope I reply to all of you. Thanks again

Lisa

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I had to circle the hospital car park three times before I saw someone pulling out. I grabbed the spot and with the bouquet of flowers in hand I strode purposefully toward the maternity wing. I’d promised my wife Sandra that I’d be there for the birth, but had been inadvertently delayed in getting here. I had to wait until this morning for a flight. I’d been told by the nurse it was a girl…whow, we’d waited and tried for this for so long. I couldn’t believe that we now had a child.

“Sorry for the delay honey…all flights were delayed” I said as I placed the flowers on the bedside table. When I turned and fixed my gaze on mother and daughter, my former high spirits were dashed…how was my wife going to explain this.

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It’s funny how things slowly catch up with you. Somewhat like a jigsaw puzzle. At first you have hundreds of pieces scattered on the table. Then one by one you build up the picture and as you place the pieces it all becomes clearer, until you eventually get the whole picture, clear as.

Well that’s how it happened with me. Sandra and I had been married for some years. We’d tried hard for a child, but never had any success…Sandra’s biological clock was ticking. We were both in Real Estate. I worked at one office and Sandra at another office across town. It was a good way of doing it, as it meant we weren’t in each others faces twenty four hours a day, Real Estate is stressful enough and you don’t need to bring that extra tension into a marriage or relationship.

The setup had worked perfectly for many a year and I had no reason to suspect anything was wrong. Sandra had coupled up with another of her workmates…a Simon Walton. It wasn’t unusual; many in Real Estate do it. It means you have someone to help and share the workload, especially when you were away. The only problem of course is, your buddy must put in his or her effort, which doesn’t always happen.

Simon seemed a nice guy and I liked him. I managed from time to time to share a beer or two with him and he and Sandra would take time out and maybe have lunch together at our place. We weren’t big time buddies, but rather good friends.

I’d been home on several occasions for lunch and had joined them.

“I’ve made sandwiches and there’s a fresh pot of coffee on, or perhaps you’d prefer tea darling” she’d say

Once I’d finished lunch it was up and off for me and back to the office.

Everything seemed ok…nothing to send alarm bells ringing…until I suddenly noticed a change in attitude. Sandra seemed more tense…a little cold, standoffish toward me. I kept asking if there was a problem…maybe at work, was there anything I could do to help perhaps.

Her responses were short and curt.

“No…no there’s nothing wrong…why do you keep asking” she would fire back

“Hey honey I’m only concerned about you…you seem a little stand offish that’s all…thought it might have something to do with work”

She would melt a little and for a while I got the old Sandra back. It was like this from now on. A seesaw of moods, one minute up…then down again…still I did not see the whole picture.

When I phoned her office I was always told “Oh she’s out Steve…her and Simon have gone to look at some property”

“Ok…I’ll call back later”

I had some property to look over myself and as it happened I had to drive by our house to get to it. As I did so I noticed Simon’s car parked up outside. Again no immediate alarm bell, perhaps they were having a late lunch.

I did my CMA…market analyses and was returning, passing our house and again seeing Simon’s car still there, thought it was a rather long lunch, but gave it no more thought. At night I asked Sandra about the property she and Simon had looked at.

“I can’t tell you about that…not until we have it all signed up…you might go in and steal it” she said laughing.

“Yeah I might just do that” I said, laughing.

“You and Simon must have been having a late lunch” I said.

There was a silence and what I thought was a guilty look.

“Oh…er…when was that, this afternoon…oh er yes…yes, that was after we’d been to view the property…came back here instead of going back to the office”

Now a little bell went tinkle…only a little bell and only a little tinkle…the first seed. Why had she been so embarrassed at such a simple question, she had seemed so unsure of herself and had to think hard for a suitable answer…it was just a hunch…just a feeling.

I started to take an interest in her activities. I rang her office more often and was told the same story, her and Simon were out looking at property, god she must have had a lot of property to view…she sure was going to have quite a few listings to sell.

On an impulse I decided to drive past our house and sure enough, there was Simon’s car parked outside. I drove around the block, my mind working overtime. I’ll drive in…if there is something going on, I’ll find out. I thought to myself…but do I really want to know. I parked the car in the drive, my heart was pounding, wondering what I was likely to find…. not I hope what I was thinking.

I let myself in and went straight to the lounge. There they were, just sitting, cups of coffee by their sides and manila files out and open in front of them. But there seemed to be something wrong…you know what is wrong with this picture type thing. They were a little unnerved, flushed. It was an act more than a natural setting.

“Oh…high sweetheart…you forgotten something” said Sandra.

“Er…yes damn it, I’ve misplaced a file somewhere and can’t find it”

“I haven’t seen any lying around” she replied

“Well it has to be somewhere” I said moving through the house. The spare bedroom door was open and the bedcover was all crumpled, the pillow’s skew-wiz. This was not the way Sandra would leave a room…especially the guest’s bedroom. Now the little bell was going, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle and a little louder. Another piece of the jigsaw puzzle was in place.

“No it must still be at the office…I’ll take another look there” I said, making for the door.

“Do you want a coffee darling before you go” Sandra, trying to sound nonchalant.

“No…I’d better get back and find that damn file…catch up with you all later…see ya Simon” I said trying to sound as if nothing was bothering me.

I drove the car a couple of blocks, than pulled to the side. The images were flashing across my mind.

God it could all be done quite easily. They were definitely unsettled, that guilty look, like two kids who had just been found with their hands in the cookie jar.

The front bedroom would give then plenty of time to stop what they were doing and return to the lounge.

All Sandra had to do was pull up her skirt, drop her tights and panties to her thighs or knees and lie on her back. Simon, well all he had to do was unzip his fly, or maybe pull his pants down to his knees, thrust himself into Sandra and fuck like mad.

Now they hear my car in the drive. It’s an emergency, panic…god here comes Steve. Well that’s not to big an issue. Simon pulls out of Sandra, up with trousers and zip. Sandra at the same time has pulled up her tights and panties; dropped her skirt and then it’s a mad dash back to the lounge…making it all look ever so innocent. The thing she couldn’t do in all the panic was straighten the bedcover and pillows, one little give away. I couldn’t be certain that, that was how it happened but I was pretty sure that’s how it had gone down and probably the way it had gone down on many other occasions.

So do I go back later and confront her with all my suspicions or what?

Well if I couldn’t prove it, she’d only deny it and it would lead to a rather big row. I’d do more research.

Our house was given a miss for a while. Whenever I drove by there was no Simon’s car and I began to think that maybe it had been just my imagination running riot. Seeing ghosts where no ghosts existed.

I tried to find out if they had found a new place to go. I even drove past Simons house, but no, no cars. They still had an alliance going between them, but where they went to fuck, I knew not.

One day instead of phoning her office I called in. “Hi Julie” that was the girl on reception, I knew most of them at the agency. “Is Sandra about” I asked.

She looked at her colleague as if wondering what to tell me, or if indeed she should tell me her where abouts.

“Oh come on Julie its not a state secret is it”

“Oh no…no” she stammered, looking at her colleague again for inspiration. Her colleague just shrugged, not wanting to be part of it.

Julie looked at the board, saw what time Sandra was due to return “I see she’s due back at three” she said “Her and Simon have gone to look at a house” I couldn’t help be see the smile on her colleagues face.

“There now that wasn’t too hard was it” I said, turned and left.

Out looking at houses eh…yeah, but what house?

I looked at my watch and decided to go home, rather than return to the office. Then bingo, as I approached the house, who’s car was outside, yeah you’ve guessed it. Simon’s car. I kept on driving, parked a block away and made my way back on foot.

Now they had been using the front bedroom…so chances were they would be using it again…it was the best one for advanced warning.

I kept to the other side of the house and went to the back door. The door was locked, yeah-well good thinking, don’t want anyone sneaking in on them do they, especially me.

I quietly unlocked the door and tread quietly in. I felt like a sneak thief in my own house. I passed the lounge…empty. Then I heard their voices from the spare bedroom…bingo again. Still treading carefully, I made toward it. The door was ajar, but open enough for me to see and my suspicions were confirmed. It was more or less just as I’d described it. Only Sandra wasn’t on her back, she was bent over the end of the bed.

Her tights and panties were down. I could just see part of her hips and naked leg. What blocked my view was the bare ass of Simon’s. His trousers were down to his knees, kneeling behind Sandra and he was thrusting into her, fast and furious. I could hear the smack, smack, smack of flesh against flesh and Sandra shouting “Oh god…oh dear god…oh god Simon” her hands gripping the bedcover tightly.

Now I’d never seen it myself, but I had it on good authority, that this guy Simon was very, very well hung and that well hung dick was fucking my wife…like, right now

Now I know what some of you guys out there are saying. If it were me I’d go in there and tear the guy apart. For some reason I couldn’t. I was rooted to the spot, just watching his ass sway back and forth, thrusting into her, fast and furious. The truth be known I was also a little excited by it all, as I watched the action unfurl.

His big dick was having an effect upon her as she continued to shout out “Oh my god…oh god…Simon…Simon” I wasn’t too sure if it was because he was thrusting too deep or because she was liking it. I suspect the later, she’d had it all many times before, so she would know what to expect. “What you see is what you get” and she was getting it.

Suddenly Simon stopped his frantic pace. I thought it was all over and was about to hotfoot it back to the car…but no.

“On yah back honey…on yah back” pulling away from her.

Sandra tore her tights and panties away, although one leg remained rapped around her ankle. Now she flung herself backwards onto the bed, spreading her now unencumbered legs wide apart. I got a brief glimpse of her wet slit, which was now well and truly open. Then as he stood I saw the notorious big dick. All I’d heard was true…it was big and I mean big. He flung himself between her legs, there was a brief shuffle as he found her entrance, and then he was inside her once more. His ass quickly back in action, rising and falling. Sandra taking up where she had left off.

“Oh god…oh my god Simon…Simon…” shouting, pleading. Her hands were now gripping his ass tight, pulling him in. God surely she didn’t want more…how much did she want for christs sake…wasn’t it already big enough for her.

There seemed to be no let up, his thrusts were relentless, as were her cries. If I’d driven into the drive now, I doubt if they would have ever heard me. They were lost in their own little world of lust.

Suddenly I realized I had a big erection on…nowhere near as big as Simon’s…but big enough and I was jerking it off. I don’t recall getting it out in the first place.

It was right about now that I realized his ass had stopped humping up and down and I heard his satisfied groan. “Errrrrrr….oh Sandra….Sandra….Sandra” that bloody great dick of his was ejaculating and filling her with his sperm…I hadn’t notice them using a condom. Everything was still; he just lay on top of her, exhausted, spent. It was time for me to leave.

I retreated as quietly and as stealthily as I’d arrived. Making my way down the side of the house and quickly walking back to the car. I sat there, hands gripping the steering wheel…body shaking. I had to get a grip of myself, but trying to stifle those thoughts were almost impossible. Now the bell was a full, ding-dong, ding-dong and the picture puzzle complete. My suspicions were no longer suspicions. They were confirmed. They were for real. Simon was indeed fucking my wife. The thing was should I do something about it or let it ride, maybe it was just a passing thing, an affair that would soon run its course and die. I know…I know don’t tell me. I’m a total idiot…but still I didn’t want to loose Sandra…I’d become used to her, having her there, being with her…that part I did not want to change.

When I’d calmed down I returned to the office…continued working and then went home.

It was as if nothing had happened. Sandra greeted me in her usual manner, in fact she seemed more alive, happier than I’d seen her in a while, perhaps Simon fucking her was a good thing after all, or was I just making excuses. I did nothing, just continued on, hoping that at some time in the future it would blow itself out, like a storm that rages over a period of days, eventually they blow out, the sun comes out and all is well again.

A few months later and the situation hadn’t changed. I kept away from the house whenever I saw Simons car outside…I knew what they were doing, my minds tapes kept playing the scene over and over and each time I got a hard on.

“It’s our yearly awards coming up next month darling” she said, announcing her intention to go.

“Why don’t we make a bit of a holiday…a few days off”

“You inviting me to go with you sweetheart” I asked

“Of course I am…what do you say?”

“Ok…sounds good to me” I’m not sure that was the answer she was hoping for, after all Simon was going as well and I’m sure he and she would have had a little something all lined up…however I said yes…let’s do it.

It was all go, until the last minute. I had a big contract pending, something that needed be to be around for the very few days that we were supposed to take off for the awards nights and conference.

“Oh dear…well if you have to stop…well you just have to stop…I know you’ve been working on this one for a long time, put a lot of work into it”

On the day in question we kissed our goodbyes and she left…as did Simon, my nemeses.

The bed seemed cold and empty without her. I could not sleep. Try as I might. I knew that right about now only one of the two-booked beds would be in use and would remain so over the course of the conference. As did the attending staff of Century 21. I could visualize Simon’s ass, as it rose up and down between those lovely legs of Sandra’s. The vision stayed with me the whole time, until they returned.

“And how did it go sweetheart” I asked, trying to sound enthusiastic.

“Oh great honey…just great...it was fantastic…we met and rubbed shoulders with so many…it’s really got me going for next year…I’m going to be up on that stand next time…you’ll see”

I thought; You’d have been up on the stand this year if you hadn’t fucked around with Simon.

However her enthusiasm did keep her going and she started to put her heart and soul into it, mind I’m sure they were still fucking each other, but maybe not as much, was the affair starting to wane…I hoped so.

It was whilst I was attending a general conference that I learned a little bit more.

I’d attended the morning session and when the lunch break came along, I made for the gents toilet first…small matter of a full bladder.

When I entered there were four other guys ahead of me and the urinals were all in use, so I dived into one of the cubicles. I was feeling relief as the stream of amber liquid flowed into the bowl. Then my ears pricked up.

“I didn’t see you or Ted at the Century 21 awards dinner this year” one said

“Nah…didn’t have a good year myself…didn’t see any point in going”

“God it was the best one we’ve ever attended…isn’t that right Ron” addressing one of the others.

“God was it ever…be there next year” reply.

“Why…what was so great about this year” another voice.

“It wasn’t the awards itself…it was the entertainment afterwards”

“Who was doing the entertaining”

“It was…what’s his name again Ron”

“Simon….Simon Walton” he replied.

“Yeah…yeah that’s him and that other female agent…his friend…Sandra something…god was she a little hot arse…fuck…god could she fuck”

“He invited us up to their room…a few drinks and it was all on…didn’t stop fucking all night…got little or no sleep, trying to keep my eyes open during those awfully boring speeches…well I don’t think I did…nodded off a few times…then it started all over again…hell four nights of it and I was stuffed…glad to get home…tidy little thing as well…nice figure and nice legs…god I could fuck her right now…I’m feeling horny just thinking about it.

“Yeah and did you see the size of that Simon’s cock…man was he big…and she took the lot…right up to the hilt”

“Sounds like you all had great time” came a reply

“We sure did”

“Well we’ll have to tag along next year…if that Sandra’s there we might get a piece of her ass as well”

I heard the sound of running water then the heated hand driers kick in. I made my way out, searching the faces of the four guys, wondering which two had fucked Sandra…there was no way of telling. They all nodded a cheery hi toward me and were gone.

Now every time my tongue and mouth was at her pussy…I like using my mouth on her pussy…I love the taste of her sweet honey, or whenever I’m thrusting into her. I think about Simon and those guys who had fucked her…it happens every time

God just where and when does it all stop.

Well it did come to an end…sorta, when Sandra came to me and told me she was pregnant, also that Simon had been offered a good job up north and had decided to take it…which was all good news to me.

I watched her as she filled out, even pregnant she looked great, and a child, and we were at long last having that baby that had eluded us all that time.

“I’ll make every effort to be there honey, I’m booked on the early flight”

Well it didn’t work out quite like that.

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“Sorry for the delay honey…all flights were delayed” I said as I placed the flowers on the bedside table. When I turned and fixed my gaze on mother and daughter, my former high spirits were dashed…how was my wife going to explain this.

I was white…Sandra was white…but the baby was black, the only person I knew who was black was Simon.