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We were quite happy, and apart from the odd row, got on just famously. I worked a lot, including weekends away, but I didn't worry too much for Lucy because she had lots of friends and activities to keep her occupied. Anyway, one winter evening I returned home. It was about eleven at night: I'd been out on a business trip across state. That morning, I'd promised Lucy a night out at the theatre, but I was returning late because the deal took longer than I expected to fix, far too late for Lucy and I to make the night worthwhile. I'd spoken to Lucy on the phone a few hours earlier; she seemed okay with the postponement of the theatre. I also told her that if I was very late, I might stay overnight in a motel and come home the next day. I eventually reached home, and driving my car into the driveway, another car that I'd never seen before was parked next to where I usually park mine. I'm not naturally the suspicious sort, and I didn't immediately think anything more about the car, since Lucy often has friends over to keep her company, especially if I'm working in the evening. I entered the house, and wandered over to the kitchen, and took a drink of water. Lucy was nowhere to be found. Nor were her friends. Having wandered briefly around most of the ground floor, I walked upstairs, expecting that Lucy was in the bedroom, perhaps showing her friends some girly things. As you'll soon see, I was right about the bedroom part. So, after first checking the bathroom, I made for the bedroom, calling out Lucy's name. Then I saw them. Lucy's clothes, lying on the floor. I recognized the red top she'd been wearing when I'd left that morning. Her top was accompanied by her skirt, her socks, her bra, and her panties. And right beside them, a pair of boxer shorts. They weren't my boxer shorts. Surprisingly, I didn't find myself particularly angry. I hadn't expected to come home to find this, but now that I had, I found myself considering the positive aspects of my wife being naked in my bedroom with another man. Indeed, I found myself somewhat turned on. Walking quietly over to the bedroom door, I placed by ear gently against it. I heard no words being spoken, but the repetitive squeaking of the springs in our marital mattress was pretty unmistakable. Slowly, I pushed the door open, and entered. In front of me was the absolute pinnacle, the sexiest of all sights. Lucy was on the edge of the bed, completely naked, facing away from me, on her hands and knees. Behind her stood a man, a strange man, who I'd never seen before. Completely naked too, he also faced away from me. His ass was in motion, slowly but rhythmically, pulling first backwards, and thrusting then forwards; on each forward stroke, my wife jolted forwards in time with the slap of his balls against her skin. Her pert breasts bounced in time with the thrusts, causing beads of sweat to drip from her erect nipples onto the bed. I stood for a long moment, watching the sexual engagement continue, and his thrusts, at first long and slow, become quicker and shorter, before I let out a small, intentional cough. Both their heads span around at once, and after settling on me, both their eyes became wide. The man's ass pulled sharply backwards, and he turned around to face me. My first glance took me to my wife's pussy, freshly revealed. Her pussy lips were stretched very wide, engorged, I suppose, by their recent cock-encounter; her hole was dark, terribly inviting, and so absolutely flooded with pussy juice that her sexual arousal must have been great indeed. I then glanced at the man. Tall and dark haired, I could see why she would be attracted to him. Looking down, standing proud in front of his well-toned body, I saw the reason her snatch had been stretched so wide: a broad, long pole, wrapped in gleaming red latex, shimmering with the passion he and Lucy had just been sharing, and pulsating, having prematurely removed from the cunt of my wife. My wife's mouth was open, either in a gasp of shock, or an attempt to speak, I suppose. I spoke first. "Why don't you carry on?" said I, quite simply. The look of shock on the face of my wife continued uninterrupted, but a large of obvious twitch of the man's huge erect willy showed that he'd have little problem acquiescing to my request. "Please, carry on," I continued, "but," said I, gesturing to the man's groin, "why don't you remove that?" The man cocked his head at me, perhaps unsure of my sincerity, but his hands did not hesitate, and were soon at his tackle, rolling the condom slowly up and away from his swollen shaft. Revealed was a giant pink cock head, and a long smooth shaft, with the occasional veiny ripple on its surface. Lucy had told me previously that a plastic-wrapped cock was wonderfully pleasant, but nothing beat the feeling of the skin of a naked penis, thrusting and stretching inside her. Looking again at the man's blade, I was doubly sure that Lucy would love it. In no time at all, the man was positioning himself once again behind my wife. His large left hand clutched his yet larger cock, wanking slowly, while rubbing the now- naked pink tip of his knob along the length of my wife's crack. After a few moments of this rubbing, and coating himself with plenty of Lucy's ever increasing lubrication, he offered up his cock to her tunnel, his wide tip plugging perfectly the gaping maw of her sex. Lucy's lips at once parted, and as he eased slowly forward, were soon completely smothering his tip. Lucy's face, which up until now had maintained that same veneer of shock, dropped back into a state of ecstasy, even more intense than that in which it had been immersed when I first entered the room. Her eyes closed, and she let out a soft, prolonged groan as the man's tip pushed further and further inside her, and the smooth, veiny ripples of his long shaft tickled her pussy lips on the journey into her tunnel. Very soon, they were making hot, fast love again, and I'm sure both completely forgot that I was in the room. For my part, I quickly found my own cock in my hand, and I wanked away at myself as the man pumped away vigorously at my wife's cunt. Lucy was not usually vocal during lovemaking, but she became loudly so as she approached her orgasm, that, stretched massively as she was, was incredibly intense. In the race to climax, the man was not far behind her. While Lucy moaned loudly, and her body bucked wildly, in the throes of sexual ecstasy, his low, soft grunts became more forced, and his fierce expression told me that he was indeed, right at that moment, emptying himself into the pussy of my gentle wife Lucy. As the motion slowed, and the lovers in front of me relaxed, I felt my own excitement building and quickly moved forward to the bed. The man, for his part, withdrew quickly and moved aside. There was not enough time for me to push myself inside Lucy, even if I'd wanted to: I came very quickly and fired a few small viscous jets of white spunk over the swollen red pussy lips before me. By the time I looked around me again, the man had made his escape. I never saw him again. I do not know if Lucy ever did. In any case, in this one session, the man had obviously well filled Lucy; for very soon, much more cum than I had produced was gathered at the portal within Lucy's mound. I reached forward, and massaged the mingled love juices, mine, his and Lucy's, back inside her dripping hole. Lucy moaned, half in pleasure, half in protest, at this new manipulation. Right then, I was happy to have, perhaps, pleased her further. With this action though, unwittingly, I had added my seed to the pool. And when a few months later Lucy announced her first pregnancy, I found myself desperate to believe that the child I was to raise was my own, clinging eagerly to the sorry hope that the few meagre drops of wank-sperm that I pushed finger depth inside my wife somehow outperformed the globs that her stud lover had blasted deep within her. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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