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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Wayward Wife by Ad Hock My Wife's name is Susan, she is 24 years old and an ordinary wife in most aspects. She is 5"6, 125 pounds, brown hair with hazel eyes, firm medium sized tits with a lovely heart shaped butt. I'm 27, 6 ft tall with a modest build and have kept fairly fit. We have been married for 3 years with no children and she still works as a secretary. Our married life has been O.K., the usual ups and downs, but nothing that has strained our relationship that much. That's why what happened came so out of the blue it hit me like a sledgehammer. I work in computer sales, hardware mostly, but travel very little in the course of my job. One of the very few times I was to travel interstate began the nightmare that was to test our marriage. I was to leave on the Friday afternoon, meet with the buyer on the Saturday, attend a football game on Sunday and drive back Monday morning. With drinks on the Sat- urday night and the game on Sunday with a good friend from college, the weekend seemed to be almost perfect. In retrospect, Susan seemed somewhat distant in the couple of days before my trip, being the usual self- centered guy I thought it was because she would miss me. It was a little strange that on the Thursday night she wasn't in the mood for a bit of fun. We were already down to having sex only 2-3 times a week, so it was not that big of a deal at the time. It was strange though the next afternoon when she got home from work and I was loading up the car for the trip. She seemed almost excited, like a kid the day before Christmas, although somehow trying to suppress it. Anyway, we said the usual "good-byes" and I "love yous", and I hit the road thinking about the weekend ahead, not the one I left behind. I got to the Motel around 10.30, showered, then gave Susan a call to let her know ever thing was okay. The phone rang forever, so I called again not knowing if I dialed a wrong number or not. Again the phone rang for ages but just before I went to hang up Susan answered, sounding a little out of breath. She said she was in the toilet and had to run for the phone, as she knew it would be me. I thought nothing more of it, and told her how much I was looking forward to going for a few drinks with Dave after the meeting tomorrow. She told me to enjoy myself; that she would talk to me again on the Monday morning before I left. The next morning as I went through my preparations, I realized I had left one of the most important sales documents about our clients in the office. I quickly called up Joe, a work colleague and good friend who lives own street from us. He's always in the office on Saturdays and was again this time. He told me he noticed that I had left it behind and dropped around the afternoon before hoping to catch me before I left. He then said that he spoke to Sam in the driveway and was told that he had missed me. "Sam? Who the hell was Sam?" Joe said, "You know, he's Susan's brother." I wasn't quite sure what to say. Susan only has one sister who wasn't seeing anyone as recently as Wednesday when she visited. "He must have stayed the night, his car was still there this morning. Is he from out of Town?" "Yeah, he is," was all I could say, my mind was too busy doing laps inside my head to say anything else. Then in a detached sort of way, I asked Joe to fax through the documents to the Motel and thanked him. I then went for a shower; something about standing under a hot blast of water suddenly felt very therapeutic. A million thoughts were racing through my mind was Susan seeing someone else? How could this happen? Why to me? Was she unhappy or unfulfilled with our marriage? And what the Hell do I do now? Without realizing I had picked up the phone and had dialed our home, but again no one answered. I had to get my shit together; I had an important meeting to go to. I tried to re-focus on work to get me through. But I couldn't help it, on the way to the meeting I again rang home, this time Susan answered. It was then that I realized that I didn't know what to say to her. She said that she wasn't expecting me to ring until Monday, and I simply said that I was on my way to the meeting and to wish me luck. She said, "Sure, good luck honey," then let out a slight giggle, then I heard what sounded like a light slap. "You okay?" "Yeah, just something funny on the TV sweetheart." I said goodbye. Were they fooling around while she was on the phone with me? My own mind was made up; she was cheat- ing on me. The meeting went fine, somehow I was able to switch it on and cruise through, though I felt like I wasn't really there. My mind now turned to Dave and the night out we had planned. It was the last thing I wanted, to get drunk and bitch about my suspected cheating wife to my former best friend. When I got to his place I decided that I had to get it off my chest with someone, and I knew he could be trusted and probably sympathetic. Strangely he didn't seem too surprised when I told him my thoughts. Maybe the fact he's been divorced twice already has jaded him about marital bliss. He then calmly told me what I should do next, as if it happened all the time. His brother was a cop who drove a squad car back home, and would be able to get someone to drive past to see if anyone else was still there. We sat around talking about the game on the Sunday pretending the call we were waiting for didn't mean a great deal. When the phone rang my heart sunk, something inside of me told me to be prepared for the worst. I was right, the I.D. on the plates were for a Samuel Pitowski. He was a former boyfriend of one of Susan's best friends, and we had run into him but a month ago at a club. As I recalled they spent a bit of time chatting while I was with two other friends of ours. It had seemed harmless at the time, like two old friends catching up on stuff. Dave told me I should call a Detective Agency to get photographic evidence in case of divorce, but I couldn't even contemplate that at the moment. All I wanted to do was to drive back home and catch them, and to give him a beating he wouldn't soon forget. Dave then tried to calm me down, to talk some sense into me before it got ugly. But I was determined and told him I was sorry we wouldn't be spending the weekend together but that I might have plenty of free time coming soon. On my way home I tied to go through what might happen when I got there, and how I would handle it. But nothing got me prepared for what happened next. As I drove through our suburb I remembered what Julie, Susan's friend who dated Sam, had said about him when she was drunk one night. The words cut through my mind as I recalled her saying that he was a cheating son of a bitch who was fucking two other women during their nine-month relationship. But it was that she knew about it two months before HE broke it off. She said quote "But he's got the biggest cock I've ever seen and as much as I hate that Fucking Prick I couldn't bring myself to let that cock go. Do you know how hard it is to find a guy built like That!" I could only wonder if that was the attraction for my wife, or was it mere coincidence? I thought about what my wife had told me about her former lovers before we met, but I could not recall her ever mentioning anything about size and I did not ask. I was secure in my own 6 inches, and how big I am was never an issue with anyone I've ever slept with. Still my mind began to wander thinking about him and that cock with my wife. I had to stop myself when I felt an erection start to build in my pants. I was suppose to be angry, pissed off, and ready to shove his head through a Fucking wall and yet, all I could think about was what it would be like to watch my wife get fucked. For some guys this might be their fantasy, but these feelings were very foreign to me at the time. It was just past dusk when I stopped the car a few houses up from mine. I was still in two minds about what to do, so I just walked towards the house and saw the blue Ford belonging to Sam still parked in the driveway. I quietly slipped down the side of the house, silently re-latching the side gate as I went. It was at this point I realized that I needed to see them together, perhaps not having sex but showing affection so it would drive home once and for all that my wife was actually cheating on me. I crouched beside a small window off our dining room, from here I could see them sitting together in the lounge. They were watching TV and he had his arm around her with her head resting on his shoulder. She seemed happy, contented, like they had been together for ages. I turned around and sat with my back against the wall beside the window, thinking about why this had come about and what should I really do. Perhaps twenty minutes had gone past before a giggle and laughing from the lounge room again snapped me out my self-pitying thoughts. I looked through the window to see them mock wrestling and tickling one other like school kids with him letting my wife finish on top. All of a sudden she stopped giggling and bent down and kissed him deeply, his hands searching up under her T- shirt to fondle her breasts. She rubbed her hands all over his chest and up the sides of his face, then sat up and took off her shirt. She leant forward and let him take one nipple into his mouth and started to slowly moan with pleasure and talk softly into his ear. It was clear she was about to enjoy herself. I found myself dumbfounded, I was sitting outside my own dining room window watching my half naked wife being fondled by another man while I had a hard on. He then sat up with my wife sitting on his lap with her legs wrapped around his back and took off his shirt. They continued to fondle each other's chests and kiss passionately for a few minutes before he lifted her up and they both made their way for the bedroom. We have a fairly low shady tree directly outside our bedrooms double windows and rarely see the need of drawing the curtains. Only now did I realize what a great voyeur's spot it is. Susan always enjoyed sex with the lights on and I knew what I was about to see but had to finally confront my feelings about whether to sit and watch or bust in on them. I already had my cock out of my pants and stroking it before I knew it had made up my mind for me. They wasted little time getting completely naked, he had his back to me then laid back on the bed. His cock stood straight up as I heard the word "Jesus" quietly exit my mouth. Now I'm not gay but I was as much in awe of that thing as my wife was. It had to have been 10 maybe 11 inches long and as thick as a beer can. She went down onto her knees at the edge of the bed with her face resting just inches from his cock. She took one hand and wrapped it most of the way around his prick with the other cupping one of his balls. She leant forward smiling and slowly started to lick his balls then progressed all the way up his shaft to the fat knob where she flickered her tongue across his piss hole and just under his rim. He started to say to her, "Yeah, that's it. Come and get it, Come and get it. Show me how much you want it." She then took his large knob in her mouth, slowly stretching the sides of her cheeks as she took it all in and continued to use her tongue. She tried to swallow a few more inches but could barely get more than two inches past the head of his cock. She would alternate between this and licking and kissing up the length of his shaft. Unbelievable, I came in spurts. Shooting so far I nearly hit the window. I searched my pockets for a tissue all the while Susan had laid down on the bed and Sam had straddled her in a 69 position. Her head was at the window's end and I could see her only 3 or 4 feet away as his cock slowly lowered down into her wide opened mouth. She again licked his knob and shaft as well as trying to swallow as much of that huge cock as she could. She even held his cock to the side so she could lick and suck his balls, then she even licked his ass, which totally took me by surprise. Then she arched her head right back and her eyes looked right through me even though I knew she could not possibly see me in the dark. Her legs wrapped tightly around his head as she began to orgasm, shaking uncontrollably and a scream so loud I may as well have been in the room with them. When she started to recover he slid off her and in be- tween her legs, with his cock resting just outside her pussy. He began to rub the end of his giant cock over her clitoris in readiness for the onslaught. I could not believe that a cock that big could possibly fit inside my wife, but I also knew this was not the first time she was to feel his cock up inside of her. My cock was already hard again as I looked down at what stuck out between my legs and what hung between his, and wondered if I would ever be able to satisfy my wife again or if she would even want me to. He slowly started to wedge his big fat cock between my wife's stretching pussy, the entire scene looked ab- solutely incredible. I began to stroke my dick again as I watched as inch after inch slowly crept up inside her like some huge fucking snake. He must of had 7 or 8 inches inside of her when he paused for a moment then began to slowly withdraw his cock only to ease it back in. He continued on at this slow pace for what seemed like ages until my wife began screaming and shaking all over again. He then suddenly pushed most of his cock right inside, held it there then withdrew quickly before jamming it nearly all the way back in again. My wife was off again barely moments after her last orgasm, this time yelling, "Fuck yes, oh fuck me, God yes, yes, give it all to me! I want it all!" He began to drive it in and out with a lot more force and speed. He was now fucking her to the hilt and she was loving every second of it. She was then turned over onto her knees doggy style without his cock ever leaving her cunt, and the pounding and screaming continued. Her face was so close I wanted to lean forward and kiss her, her eyes clenched shut with a look on her face of sheer ecstasy. He then lay back on the bed as she mounted him facing the other wall. I came again as I watched my wife slam her ass up and down the full length of that gigantic cock. When she came again she rested her cunt just above the base of his cock and did what could only be described as vibrated her pussy with probably 10 thick inches deep inside her cunt. He again rolled her onto her back and held her knees up near her shoulders giving him the deepest access into her now more than willing cunt. He started to again jack hammer that monstrous cock into her even harder, deeper and faster than before. He began to groan and contort his face and I knew he was about to cum, somehow his pace seemed to quicken even more and now my wife began to shake violently again as he came deep inside of her. His face turned from the tormented contortions to that of a relieving grin as I could see his cock covered in his own cum as he still slowly eased his cock in and out of my wife. They kissed and held each other naked for what seemed an eternity as thoughts of having lost my wife flashed through my mind. Now not wanting to confront them because of a strange fear of losing my wife, I booked into a Hotel for the night where I sat contemplating what to do and how much I enjoyed watching them the whole of the next day. Only taking my mind away from them to watch the football game I was meant to attend. The following night I again went to the house and again watched them fuck. On Monday morning I rang her as planned and told her I had a good weekend. When I asked her how hers was she said it was okay but that she missed me. I have since told her that I had to travel a lot more in my job, usually to a motel a few blocks away and spending a good part of the night outside my own bedroom window. While we still have sex a couple times a week, both of our sex lives have definitely improved (In the strangest way). I have now realized how great it is to be a voyeur with your own wife. By: Ad Hock * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 11