Betrayal

I don't know how to start this, but I have to tell someone I guess, so here goes. My wife of twenty years is beautiful, not because I say so, but it is well known by all. She's model material, leggy and blonde, perfect ass and a face to die for. Her breasts aren't overly large, but very, very nice. I don't know why she chose me because I didn't start making a lot of money until years later, but I do know for sure that in all the twenty years we've been married, she has never once looked at another man. That is, until my old friend Lee came to visit recently.

Yes this is true, and it gets worse. I will continue telling my story until I have told it all... my story. Others need to be warned so it doesn't happen to their marriage. This old and trusted friend to whom I'd opened-up my home, and my beautiful wife of twenty years. They ended up betraying me - also, I betrayed myself.

Brandi is thirty-eight but looks twenty-eight, bright, assertive and strong willed, the most beautiful woman I've ever known. I've worshiped her from afar since high school, finally got the nerve to ask her for a date in college, and was the most surprised man in the world when she agreed to marry me. I've never thought once of cheating on her, and I know the same is true for her. Our sex life has been great through the years, and although less frequent now than in our early years, we're still pretty enthusiastic and inventive with it.

Anyway, she, Lee and I had a ball for a few days, night-clubbing, drinking and acting like teens again. They hit it off immediately and I was happy for that. We boated, played in the pool, drank wine, and had lots of laughs. One evening recently we were all watching the large screen TV, well I was anyway, while they were setting on the sofa talking. I dozed off about 10:00 PM and when I awoke they were still at it, so I stood and announced it was past my bedtime, I was bound for bed. Brandi usually stays up to watch the late news, so this was nothing new. I knew she'd be in a little later. They hardy even acknowledged my departure, so engrossed were they in their conversation. It didn't feel exactly right, but I went into our bath, brushed my teeth and put on my robe.

Our bedroom has a glass patio door that looks out onto the pool, with another glass door into the family room. The sofa they were on faces the patio and I could see they hadn't moved since I'd left, except now they just stared directly into each other's eyes and all the laughter was missing. I felt something was wrong. Not liking the way I was spying on my wife, I stayed and watched anyhow. Had I to do it over, I probably would've gone straight to bed instead. All of that is water under the bridge now, though.

Brandi rolled her head around on her shoulders like she does when her neck tenses up, and Lee took her shoulders in his large hands turning her to face away from him. He began to expertly rub her shoulders. I do that for her sometimes, but he was truly an expert; long nimble fingers, excellent technique, and she appeared in heaven. He did her neck, her shoulders, and then her abs.

At some point she laid her head backward onto his shoulder and closed her eyes. When she did, his hands slid upward grasping both breasts. She moved as if to make him stop, grabbing his hands, trying to push them away, but he held them there finding her nipples through the soft sweater. I was stunned. Her breasts are Brandi's downfall. Anytime I wanted sex at night, even if she didn't feel up to it, I'd gently tug on them and she'd eventually give in - with enthusiasm.

As I said, I was stunned, but also angry and confused. This was my wife. She'd never done anything like this. I knew she loved me and that she'd break this up soon and come to bed, probably giving me a big "guilt" fuck, to boot. If not, I could just go back to the kitchen for a glass of water. I waited, knowing I needed to run in and break it up immediately - but I didn't. My breath was coming in gasps, and I had a rock hard boner. I was also eaten up with jealousy. I told myself I'd see how far it went and rush in before it got completely out of hand.

One of Lee's hands was under her sweater now, on the raw nipple, and although I couldn't hear her from where I was, I knew she hissed between her half-closed teeth like she always does when I pull on them. Because the sofa faced me, I saw each tug on her tit, saw her thighs clinching each time he did it. Lee took one of her hands in his, and pushed it down to his cock outlined in his jersey sweatpants.

To her credit, she struggled to pull back, but he was insistent. Brandi held her fingers stiffened as he tried forcing them around his dick, but when she didn't relent, he just held her hand there against it anyway. From where I was, even under his sweatpants, I saw Lee's cock looked formidable. I realized I was holding my own cock in my hand and it was throbbing. I had to stop this. And also I had to start breathing before I passed out.

I watched as Lee pulled Brandi around, positioning her to face him. She appeared confused, but compliant. He lifted her sweater, lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. That was all it took. Her stiffened fingers immediately closed around his cock (well part of the way around it) and she tossed her head back, moaning.

Then, she suddenly looked into his eyes and crushed her mouth against his. I saw her tongue just before they met. I was devastated. They kissed for several long minutes, deep kisses, lots of tongues, faint sounds of passion drifting to me. I noticed that at some point, he'd shoved down the waist band of his sweats and Brandi's hand now held his cock, squeezing, releasing, and squeezing again.

When wrapping my hand around my own cock, there is maybe two-three inches left over. I could've wrapped both hands around Lee's cock, and there would've still been more than that left over. To say I felt inferior, is putting it mildly. But I also felt like a stone, my dick aching, my guts eaten up by jealousy as I watched my beautiful wife of twenty years betraying me.

They finally broke the kiss, breathless, struggling to catch their breaths. Then without preliminary, Brandi dropped her face into his lap and tried to swallow Lee's cock. I covered my mouth with a hand to keep from crying out. This is as far as I'd let it go. If he tried to fuck her, I'd run in, break it up, and make a terrible scene. I jerked my hand away from my cock. I had almost cum. I tried breathing deeply, slowing my rapid heartbeat.

Through the years, Brandi had sucked me, but I know she just did it for me. She was good, but mechanical, and never let me cum in her mouth. As I watched her now, she actually appeared to be making love to Lee's huge cock, kissing it lovingly, running her loose lips all around the giant knob, nipping its large mushroom head, licking the staff up and down, swallowing it until the head banged against the opening of her throat, trying to shove the mushroom ball inside, to no avail. And then, it did somehow slip through, as most of his cock disappeared inside her working mouth. I could see the bulge the giant head created in her white swain-like throat, and she just held it in her throat, letting her muscles milk it.

Lee's legs were stiff now and I knew he was close to cumming. She wouldn't let that happen. I knew her. She wouldn't let him get off - cum in her mouth. Suddenly, Brandi stood, said something, and headed for our bedroom. In a panic, I ran to our bed, jumped in and covered up. I heard the bedroom door open and even emitted a soft snore, waiting for her to come to bed so I could attack her, get relief for my aching cock. The door closed softly behind her, and I was left alone in the dark with my raging hard-on.

Yes this is true, and it gets worse. I will continue telling my story until I have told it all... my story. Others need to be warned so it doesn't happen to their marriage. Lying in the darkened bedroom with a raging hard-on I was stunned that such an old and trusted friend to whom I'd opened-up my home, and my beautiful wife of twenty years had ended up betraying me. It was only later that I realized that I'd also betrayed myself.

Brandi is thirty-eight but looks twenty-eight, bright, assertive and strong willed, the most beautiful woman I've ever known. I've worshiped her from afar since high school, finally got the nerve to ask her for a date in college, and was the most surprised man in the world when she agreed to marry me. I've never thought once of cheating on her and I know the same had always been true for her, as well. Our sex life has been great through the years and although less frequent now than in our early years, we're still pretty enthusiastic and inventive with it.

Anyway, back to my dismal story. For the past thirty minutes I'd spied on my wife and an old friend from our patio door, as they conducted erotic foreplay on the sofa in our family room. To her credit, Brandi was reluctant at first, but Lee was very adept at his manipulations. When it had reached the point where she had begun sucking him off, she'd suddenly stood and walked toward our bedroom. I have to admit that sick as it was, I was extremely excited by what I'd seen, but drastically relieved that she'd suddenly come to her senses and stopped. Then, I was crushed when she'd only peered in, saw that I was "sleeping" and softly closed the door again.

Confused and scared as hell by what was happening, I got up and hurried back to the glass patio door just as she reentered the family room. Lee was still seated on the sofa. He had put his huge cock back inside his sweat suit, but the bulge remained. Brandi walked over, stood silently before him for a moment as though making up her mind about something, and then held out her hand. He took it and together they walked toward the guest bedroom without a word being spoken.

At this point I had few options. I could barge in, at which time they may not even be doing anything; or, she may only be explaining to him why she couldn't do it and I'd just end up looking like a complete fool; or maybe, I'd actually catch them in the act. If I did, what then? But, I had to know. Wearing only my robe and house shoes, I slipped out of the patio door and around the house to the guestroom window. As I knew it would be, the wooden window slats were partially open and the window slightly cracked for ventilation. Lee was already on the king-sized bed, his sweatshirt off, and pulling off his bottoms.

The head of the bed was against the far wall, so his feet were toward me only six or so feet away. Brandi was slowly removing her thin sweater. I'd seen her do this a thousand times. Lee tossed his pants aside and lay sprawled on his back. His legs were spread and I could see his heavy sacks and half-erect cock. Brandi paused while removing her shorts, suddenly fascinated, staring at his cock, her mouth agape. I'd seen a few porno films during college and none of those guys had a thing on Lee. He truly had a monster cock. With my hand wrapped around my own average sized dick, there is about two-three inches sticking out. I could've wrapped both on my hands around Lee's cock, and there'd been more than that left over. I truly felt inferior.

I knew this was sick, but I was more sexually charged than I'd ever been. I was trembling, short of breath, and feeling like my dick was about to explode. There was no doubt in my mind now that Brandi was going to let Lee fuck her. She and I were what I'd always thought of as "a good fit." Even when she was extra wet I could feel the walls of her pussy rubbing against the sides of my cock. I knew Lee would never be able to stick that thing inside her.

Brandi had her shorts off now, crawling across the king-sized bed toward Lee. She cupped his hairy sacs with her right hand and the base of that thing with her left hand, her slim fingers barely reaching half-way around it. Then she began to make love to it. There is no other way to describe what she was doing. Loose wet lips sliding around the head of it, her pink tongue licking as though it were candy, little bites, loving kisses from tip to its base . . . licking the wet drops from its tip like nectar. I was crying inside - my heart breaking - my dick as hard as it'd ever been in my life.

From less than six-feet away, I saw my wife take the huge crown into her mouth, suddenly forcing her head down on it. As soon as it hit the back of her throat, she gagged, pulling back. She did this several times. I could tell as soon as she was successful getting the giant cock-head through the opening because I could see its knot pushing against the skin half-way down her white throat. She paused, resting, breathing through her nose. Then she took it in, all the way to its base, pausing again. I couldn't believe it. She'd taken it all, almost effortlessly, too. Kneeling over him, she began to slowly ease him in and out, pausing at the head each time to lick and suck.

I suddenly realized I was lightheaded, forced myself to breathe deeply. Lee was thrusting upward now into her clinging mouth, his thigh muscles tight and his legs straight. I knew he was getting close. Brandi pulled back, watched his cock jerk as though fascinated by it. Periodically, she'd flick out the tip of her tongue, taking the clear drop that formed there, then pull back to watch it jerk some more. She was tormenting him. She knew he was ready. Through the partially open window I heard him hoarsely say, "You bitch."

Brandi laughed deep in her throat, sliding up to his chest, staring into his face. She moved forward, sticking her tongue in his mouth. They shared deep kisses for the next few minutes, until she finally pulled back, breathless, gasping for air. Without a word, she threw one leg over him, hovering there, her wet pussy lips scant inches above his jerking cockhead. Then she lowered until her swollen, wet cunt lips half-covered his pulsating cockhead, slowly sliding around on it, her juices making it shinny. Lee groaned loudly and she hushed him with her tongue inside his mouth. I watched her ass clinch tightly as she pushed downward on his huge cock, the strain making the tendons of her thighs stand out and quiver convulsively. When he was half-way in her, she rested with her hands on his chest, breathing deeply.

I realized my mouth felt like cotton, swallowing quickly to get moisture, trying to resist the shaking in my own legs. Brandi's face looked as she was in constant pain now as she fought to get Lee's obscene length inside her. Finally, she was sitting on his stomach, not moving a muscle. She looked down at her body, her hand finding the bulge under the skin of her soft belly that was Lee's buried cock. She seemed fascinated by it, rubbing gently, cupping it in her small hand as she made small slow circles on Lee's stomach with her ass. I wanted to scream that's my wife! Leave her alone! I couldn't utter a sound around my thick tongue.

Lee reached up and took the nipple of her perfect breast between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around. I knew she loved that, but what he did next is what I always did to send her over the edge; he tugged on it, gently but steadily, just a little painfully. She grunted, the circles of her ass becoming bigger. Instantly recognizing this was an important button, Lee leaned forward, closing his teeth around the nipple. Brandi tossed her head back, closed her eyes, and began wiggling against his giant cock. Who was this woman I now saw before me. There was such an air of innocence, yet wildness about her that I yearned to have experienced just once during our twenty years together.

She quickly rose from her knees to her feet, squatting over him. She raised herself up almost off his cock, and then slid back down - then again - his cock slippery and gleaming with her juices. He bit her tit again and Brandi suddenly went wild, slamming herself into Lee's rampant cock, crying out each time. Lee grabbed her hips, holding her still, now doing the slamming himself. I watched that awesome cock entering her, pulling back, slamming forward, as she opened herself, offering herself to him. On its withdrawal, Lee's large cock literally pulled her vaginal walls out with it.

He urgently thrust upward to the base, holding it there as she squirmed down on it. His tightened thighs and clinched buttocks told me he was coming. I heard him grunt loudly each time he spurted inside her. Then Brandi also cried out, her toes curling as I knew they did when she came.

During sex throughout our marriage, she'd obviously enjoyed our intercourse, usually moaning softly, occasionally crying out quietly, but still, rather sedately. I watched now as she went absolutely wild. I'd never seen her like this, slamming herself down on Lee's big cock, her hair flying, eyes glazed, whimpering with pure joy as wave after wave racked her slim body. It went on a long time. When it was over she settled onto his body, lying limply on his chest, breathing raggedly. It was only then I realized I'd shot my own load inside the robe.

I braced myself on the window sill to keep my knees from buckling, gasping for breath listening to my run-away-heart. Only a few feet away I could see Lee's huge cock still half-buried inside my beautiful wife's shaved vagina. It was softening a bit and his semen was seeping from around the once tight fit inside her. He turned onto his side and Brandi whimpered, throwing a leg over his hip to hold his cock inside her. The head finally slipped out, clearly exposed to me, a river of cum following, coating his balls and her inter-thigh.

Now that my excitement had passed I found the whole scene mildly disgusting. Soft, his cock still looked like something one would find on a small horse. It glistened with fluid, and although limp, was still formidable. He said something I couldn't hear and Brandi giggled quietly. I hated them both. Desperately wanting to just bust in and confront them, I realized that would be difficult to do with my robe splattered with cum. Confused, unsure of my actions I just stood there, watching my beautiful wife and another man.

Brandi sit up, muttering something about having to go. Lee touched her shoulder and I heard him say, "Stay with me."

"I will. I promise, only not tonight. I have to tell him first."

My world crashed with her comment. I suddenly realized she was staring raptly at Lee's glistening cock, lying like a giant sausage against his thigh. She reached out and took it in her hand. Not once in twenty years did she ever touch my cock while it was still messy from love-making. I was the one who always had to fetch a washcloth to clean her up.

Now here she was lovingly stroking another man's messy cock. She slid downward, her lips trailing across his hairy stomach, and began licking it. I was devastated. She cleaned the head thoroughly, then down its long stem, licking all trace of cum away. At the base, she continued downward, nibbling the loose skin around his balls, taking one gently into her mouth and sucking it. She appeared to be in total bliss.

In horror, I watched as she lifted his sacs, licking under them, downward into his steaming crack. She seemed to go a little crazy then, licking, sucking, and biting his anus like she was a starving person. I could not believe what I was seeing. This was a woman who wouldn't even touch a wet cock! I looked down at my cock and was astounded to find it hard again. When I looked back up, Brandi once again had Lee's cock buried in her throat all the way to the pubic hairs.

She sucked it hard for about five minutes, then I saw his legs go ridged and he started grunting again as he pumped semen deep into her gullet. I watched her throat muscles milk his cock as she swallowed quickly to keep from choking. She kept working on it even after it grew soft. Finally, she let it fall from her mouth, slid up his chest, and took his entire mouth inside her own. They kissed for a long time. Then she rolled off the bed and started gathering up her clothing.