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(MF, wife-cheat, reluc, voy) *** I normally wouldn't have been up at this time of night; I work a weird shift—from 3 a.m. till noon—and I sleep from after supper till about 2 a.m. Anyway, it was around 10:00 p.m., and I was just coming back from the bathroom when I saw the lights coming up the driveway. I walked over to the window, and looked down from my second floor vantage point to the driveway below. The moon was so bright it was almost like daylight. Jeanie was working late; end of the month books at the car dealership, and she usually got one of the other girls there to drive her home when they had to do this. The vehicle, some kind of SUV, pulled up into the turnaround, stopped and the lights went off. I could now see it was an Escalade and that fit for the dealership. I was crawling back into bed when I realized I'd heard no door or anything. I got up, went back to the window and looked down through the blinds which were open about a quarter of the way. The SUV was parked with the windshield toward my window, just far enough out for me to be able to look down into the front seat with no real obstruction. Sure enough, it was Jeanie; I recognized the red silk blouse and blue skirt she often wore with it. The outfit looked good on her, bright against her fair skin and blonde hair. The blouse buttoned up the front. She usually kept the top two buttons undone, showing a bit of cleavage above the balconette bra. Nothing trashy, but you could tell there was a fine set of boobs in that bra. I couldn't see the other person's face, but it was no girl. What I could see was a business suit. Probably her boss or one of the other executives—the salesmen didn't dress that nice. They were apparently talking, sitting not too far apart on the seat of the Escalade, and turned about a quarter turn toward each other. Nothing was happening, but I thought I'd watch a bit more. She put her hand on the door latch as if to leave, then reached over toward him for a little goodnight kiss. No problem, they made a big deal of family at the dealership, and everyone was always giving each other a little peck on the cheek or such. Anyway, the kiss started off innocently enough, but then she took her hand off the door and reached up and put it on his shoulder as they continued to kiss. He wrapped his right arm around her and put his left hand on her back, pulling her closer to him. She seemed to resist a bit at first, then wrapped her arm around him and was fully into the kiss. I didn't like this a bit, and started to go downstairs and put a stop to it when my curiosity got the better of me. How far would she go if they weren't interrupted? I guess they felt fairly secure, the driveway winds around and with the trees and shrubs, you can't see our turnaround from the street. I was supposed to be asleep and Jeanie was always kidding me about being such a sound sleeper. I guess watching unseen was exciting too, I was getting hard. They continued to kiss, coming up for air every so often and nibbling on each other's neck, then back to the serious business of kissing. He was running his left hand up and down her back from her shoulder to the curve of her hip as he continued to kiss her. Then on one caress, as he moved his hand upward from her hip he slid it around to the front and cupped her breast. She reached down and pushed his hand away. He continued to kiss her and caress her back. Again he tried to cup her breast and again she pushed his hand away, but she never broke the kiss. His hand kept stroking her back and continued further down her hip to her buttocks, kneading and massaging her butt momentarily before again moving back into the caressing motion. He continued this for several minutes, kissing her and caressing her as she ardently returned his kisses. The next time he put his hand on her breast; she left it there and continued to kiss him. He began to massage her breast, kneading and pulling on her nipple through the thin blouse and bra. Then as he continued working his magic on her breast, he moved his kisses down her neck onto the top swell of her breast just showing in the V of her blouse. As his hand released the nipple and began to unbutton her blouse and release the hook between the cups, she arched her back, letting the blouse and bra slide back on her arms and presenting her breasts to him. Trembling, I reached over to the nightstand and got out my binoculars. The 8 power lens made it seem as though I were sitting on the hood looking through the windshield. Her firm breasts were creamy white and beautiful in the moonlight. The nipples looked dark and as large as chocolate covered cherries. He had both hands on her breasts now, pulling the nipples and massaging both breasts as his kisses moved back and forth between the nipples and around the breasts. He was sucking and pulling on the nipples faster and faster. She put her hands on the back of his neck, guiding him from breast to breast to meet her needs. Suddenly she began to shudder. I knew it was a climax; she was coming from the excitement and from the attention to her breasts. Her breasts were always extremely sensitive—like they were hot-wired directly to her pussy. I know my wife; once he had those hot tits open to him like this she was going to be fucked soon unless something happened. I knew I needed to stop and go down there before this went any further, but I could not put the binoculars down. My pulse was racing, I was breathing hard, and I had a raging erection poking through the front of my shorts. This was crazy—I needed to do something or he was going to fuck my wife right here in our driveway, I was sure of that. He slowed for a moment, pausing in his attention to her breasts, and held her close, letting her orgasm subside. Then he gently began kissing her again and caressing her breasts, bringing her back up the mountain of passion. He slid one hand between her legs just above the knees. She was sitting flat on the seat with her legs slightly apart while he was rolled over on the seat toward her. He began to massage her legs with his left hand while continuing to knead her breasts and pull her nipples with his right. He kissed her deeply. She had her arms around him and was holding him tightly. As he started to move his hand up her thigh, she clamped her legs together over his hand in an effort to stop the progress. He gently removed his hand from between her legs, and pulling her slightly toward him, began to stroke her back and buttocks. They were kissing deeply again, with one of his hands working on her breasts and nipples and the other stroking her back and buttocks. He again slid his hand between her legs, this time about at the top of her stockings, and started massaging her thigh. His hand moved slowly up and as he reached her panty area, she lifted her right leg up over his, making herself open to his hand. He began to knead her pubic area through the panties and then alternated by running his finger tips across her pussy lips and clit before returning to again kneading the whole area. His thumb was just above her clit and fingers putting pressure on her labia. As he squeezed the thumb and fingers gently together, he was bringing her intense pleasure. I could catch glimpses of the dark wetness of her pubic hair through the soaking panties. When she started hunching and grinding her pussy into his hand, he slid his fingers under the leg band of her panties and into her wet and willing slit. His thumb joined his fingers beneath her panties which were now pushed aside, and while he fingered her he gently massaged her clit with his thumb. She was going absolutely crazy with desire, bouncing her butt off the leather seats and grinding her pussy against his fingers. He reached up to the waistband of her panties and began pulling them down. She lifted her hips to help him and kept gyrating her butt around wanting his hand back where it belonged. He slid them down her legs, over her high heels, and then had them off. He dropped them over the back of the seat into the back floorboard. His hand returned to her pussy and again began to work on it. He thrust his fingers deeply into her wetness, then brought them out and licked them. He then offered them for her to lick, and she did. They did this several times. I was amazed and astounded—I couldn't stop watching if I had wanted to and I don't think I really wanted to at that point. She reached down and slid her hand into the waistband of his trousers, searching for his penis. She massaged it a couple of strokes, then pulled her hand out and used it to undo his belt and zipper. He rolled over her and got on his knees in the floorboard. Both hands were now on her boobs and nipples as he leaned into her. She slid further down on the seat toward him and began grinding her neglected pussy against him. He reached down and dropped his pants and shorts, freeing up his penis. He guided it into her waiting hole with one hand, then grabbed her hips with both hands pulling her toward him as he thrust into her. I never saw his dick, but as far as he pulled out on the thrusts it must have been sizable. One thing is for sure, he knew how to use it. She had her legs doubled up, with her heels on the dashboard and was slid down in the seat as far toward him as possible. He was timing his pulls of her hips with his forward thrusts, grinding deeply as possible into her. When he was in the deepest, he would grind his hips from left to right and work her buttocks with his hands. She was absolutely crazy with desire at this point, leaned back on the seat and pulling on her own nipples till they looked as though they were going to stretch like rubber bands as he continued to pound away at her hot pussy. I couldn't hear anything, but I could tell she was crying out. Her legs began to spasm and wrap around him as his pounding grew more fevered. Suddenly, they were both coming. Even with my window and theirs closed, the sounds came through. They were bucking and shuddering in a tremendous climax. Un-fucking believable! This was not the woman I am married to, at least not the one who had shared my bed for almost five years. This was some kind of sex machine that was going crazy with desire. I had also come; it was all over the wall below the window, on the drapes, and on the carpet. I had to sit down, and collapsed into the chair beside the window. About that time I heard the car door close. Shortly thereafter, I heard her key in the lock. The refrigerator door opened, then closed a few moments later. I heard her steps on the stair and then she was at the door. The knob began to turn and the door opened. She had a glass of wine in one hand and her shoes in the other. She looked at our empty bed, at the window, then over to me sitting in the chair beside the window. She was flushed, I could see that even in this light, and with little beads of sweat on her lip and along her hairline. Her blonde hair was mussed and damp with sweat. Her blouse was only partially buttoned and her skirt had a damp spot on it. I knew she didn't have any panties on; they were still in the back floorboard of the Escalade. We just looked at each other. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 35