Peeping Tom.... serves me right!
âHi. I knew that you wouldnât ring, after last weekâŚIâm sorry tooâŚ.I knowâŚ(laughter)âŚ.I was good-wasnât I! (more giggling)âŚ..I wasnât THAT good!âŚ. If you say so. (Laughter)..Yes, Iâm wearing themâŚI suppose they might be a little bit wetâŚNo! Iâm not fingering myself! âŚ. You know why! âŚIn his office, working on that bloody computerâŚI wish that it was pornâŚ(laughter)..They are inside my knickers nowâŚ.yes, it does feel niceâŚ(laughter)âŚof course itâs not as nice as thatâŚvery, very wet!â
I couldnât believe my ears.
I know that itâs rude to eavesdrop, but I had come downstairs for a cup of tea, when Iâd heard my wife speaking to someone on the phone. I waited outside the living room, listening to her one-sided conversation, mesmerised.
âI canâtâŚhe might come inâŚ. (Laughter)âŚstop it! Iâve got to goâŚIâm just as frustratedâŚI might⌠if you insistâŚ. (Laughter)âŚheâll think that itâs birthdayâŚI canât wait for Thursday eitherâŚ7.30, at the SundownerâŚ(laughter) If thatâs what you want me to wearâŚIâm smelling them nowâŚ. (Laughter)âŚyou know I doâŚ..Youâll just have to play with yourself then, wonât you!âŚâŚ(laughter)âŚâŚ Bye.â
Shocked and shattered at the thought of my wife having an affair, I should have barged in and confronted her, but instead I wandered back to my office, in a daze.
I sat mulling over her words, for ages, trying to convince myself that there may be an innocent explanation-no chance!
All kinds of disgusting/erotic thoughts spun through my head, amazingly, I had a raging hard-on!
Linzi, my wife, was a 5ft. 4, 28yr.old slim, redhead, with 32b breasts. Iâm 37, 5ft.6, slightly over weight, greying around the temples, and a computer engineer.
As far as I was concerned, our sex life was fine. We had been married for four years, so we had stopped swinging from chandeliers, but we had sex most weeks, usually on a Saturday, after we had been out with friends, for a nice meal. I wasnât averse to âgoing Southâ and Linzi, after some coaxing, had developed a liking for sucking me (but only as foreplay). I knew, exactly, how to make her come; so why would she have the need to look elsewhere? And who with?
âKnock-knockâ. I nearly jumped out of my skin. âIâve brought you a cup of tea; are you going to be long?â Linzi asked as she put the cup on my desk.
âEm, no,â I stuttered, âIâm nearly finished.â I looked at her, the picture of innocence, dressed in a short blue skirt and white blouse. She was gorgeous, still the beauty that Iâd fallen in love with, six years ago. Perhaps the skirt was a little tighter and shorter, than Iâd realised, and she was showing a touch more cleavage, than she used to.
âMy God!â sheâd changed before my eyes, and I had missed it â I was taking her for granted.
As she turned to walk away. Iâd swear that there was a âswayâ in her walk.
When I joined her on the sofa, she automatically swung her legs across my lap, and wiggled her toes - for a foot massage.
I obliged, as she watched some hospital drama, on TV, as if nothing had happened.
My mind was racing, alternating between confronting her, and getting turned on at the memory of her phone conversation. I couldnât believe that she had masturbated, when she had talked to him-what kind of hold did this man have on her.
Suddenly, Linzi changed position, and her leg brushed against my bulge. âOoh! Someoneâs in a good mood!â she laughed as she ran her toes along my shaft.
âWeâll go to bed when this is finished; Iâve got to be up early, tomorrow, anyway.â She smiled.
As I got undressed, I glanced at her, in the mirrored wardrobes. She was a fantastic looking woman. I could understand why another man would find her attractive. Desperately not wanting to stare, her firm breasts looked magnificent as she freed them from her bra.
âIt was a Wonderbra? When had she started to wear that?â
I walked past her as she stepped out of a tiny, black, G-string. I HAD noticed this change of underwear, earlier in the year, and I approved, but this looked smaller, and sexier than her usual ones-or the ones that I remembered her wearing.
I think that she had, also, lost a bit of weight.
When had I stopped ânoticingâ my wife? Had I sent her into the arms and bed of another man?
When she slipped under the covers, her hand went straight to my cock. âOoh! Youâre still happy, thenâ she laughed. She had a sexy chuckle, which I took for granted.
Linziâs delicate fingers stroked and squeezed my shaft, as she kissed my neck.
âI know what you would likeâ she whispered as she threw back the duvet, and slid down my body. Her fingers were now stroking my balls as she planted a few kisses on the tip, as she pulled my foreskin back. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked my engorged knob. This felt good-very good-Iâd forgotten how good her blowjobs could be. My hands were firmly massaging her shoulders as more and more of my cock disappeared into her mouth. Perhaps this was what sheâd meant when she told her lover âI might let himâŚ.if you insistâŚheâll think that itâs his birthdayâ. He had told her to have sex with me!
This was fantastic! Her mouth was bobbing up and down in rhythm with her hands, which were rubbing my shaft, and balls.
My balls were beginning to ache, as she has never let me come, from a blowjob. Linzi always insisted that it would be âa wasteâ and âtoo messyâ, so she always wanted it inside her.
This time was no different, but the look of lust on her face, as she straddled my cock was. Her eyes were sparkling as my 6 inches sank into her soaking cunt. She buried her face into my chest and proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me! It was all over in a couple of minutes. What felt like a pint of come shot out of my cock into her womb.
After kissing my chest she whispered, âMy turn now,â and slowly ground her crotch into my groin, until her clit was in contact with my pelvis. Her speed picked up immediately, and with me holding my breath, to try to keep my cock inflated, as she âcameâ with a loud sigh.
Seconds later, she rolled off, pulled the duvet up, switched the light off and went to sleep.
I hardly slept. In my mind I believed that, to confront her about an affair I would need some real evidence.
The following morning, Wednesday, after Linzi had gone to work, I began looking around the house for âevidenceâ.
In the wardrobe were a couple of dresses and skirts that I hadnât seen before â I would have noticed â they were very short! Some of her shirts and tops were a âbit revealingâ. I was now struggling to comprehend my situation.
Her knicker-drawer was a revelation. There were g-strings galore; every colour and size imaginable, yet, I was sure that I only saw her wear black, sensible, ones. In the next drawer was a collection of bras. Again, her everyday ones were on top, but underneath were sexy half-cups, Wonderbraâs and even a green basque, which I had definitely never seen her wear!
In the last drawer were numerous pairs of stockings, and a couple of suspender belts. My heart sank with this last set of findings. She knew how much I liked her to wear stockings, but sheâd always told me that they were uncomfortable, and had only worn them on âspecial occasionsâ in the early days of our marriage, yet, now, I could see 6 different sets in front of me.
I sat on the edge of the bed with tears in my eyes.
This was, obviously, worse than I had thought, and must have been going on for a long time. As I worked away from home a lot, two or three nights a week, she had plenty of opportunity. Naively I had believed her, when she had told me that she would visit her mother, neighbours or friends from work, when I was out of town.
The bitch would pay! When I had enough âevidenceâ I would divorce her, and she wouldnât get a penny. I knew that she intended bringing her lover home, on Thursday night, when I would be away, on business. So I concocted a plan, involving hiding my digi-cam in the bedroom and catching her with him, in my bed.
I spent the rest of the morning hiding the camera, with a time delay, set for 11.15 (Thursday), with a sticker over the recording light, among her âcuddly toysâ in the corner. I tried it on several settings, before I was satisfied. Finally the wide-angle lens would capture anything that happened on the bed, by a stroke of luck it would also catch their reflections in the mirrored wardrobes.
On Thursday morning Linzi dropped me at the airport, and as we kissed goodbye, she had no idea what the other had planned for that night.
After a busy day, at a factory near Prague, I phoned home at 7pm UK time.
We chatted about our working days and Linzi mentioned that she would be going around her friend, Emilyâs house, for a girlie chat, later.
I lay on my bed all evening worrying about what my wife was getting upto, while I was stuck, alone, in a Holiday Inn bedroom. Although I was furious, I still had two wanks thinking about her antics.
I got a taxi home from the airport on the Friday. I knew that I had two hours, to view my âevidenceâ before Linzi would return from work.
I ran up the stairs, two at a time. Sure enough my camera was still in itsâ hiding place and the settings told me that it had recorded for an hour.
As I hurried out of the bedroom to link it to my laptop, I stopped at the âwash-basketâ. With my heart pounding, I lifted the lid. Relieved, I saw that there were, only, a couple of bath towels and a T-shirt. But, when I removed the second towel a gold g-string fell to the floor. The thin crotch was caked white with dry spunk. A matching bra was lying on top of a low cut blouse, which was next to a pair of fine black hold up stockings. My heart sank.
I quickly linked the camera to the laptop, and started my film. Horrified, I realised that I was, still, carrying the dirty g-string, and dropped it on my desk. As the picture whirred into life, the bedroom was in darkness, but, as the door was open, I could see that there was a light on the staircase. Linzi was in the house.
I could hear music and voices, but nothing else. I fast-forwarded for thirty minutes, until I saw a figure walk past the door, going to the bathroom. I re-wound and studied the picture. It wasnât very clear, but the man appeared naked (his huge cock was sticking out!) and he was black!
A minute or two later the man re-appeared. As he walked past the bedroom door I could see him crudely tugging at his cock, trying to make it hard again.
My own penis was as stiff as board. Without thinking I pulled it from my pants, and lifted Linziâs dirty knickers to my face. Within seconds I had blown my wad all over my stomach.
After cleaning myself up, I replaced the underwear in the basket, and started working normally on the laptop, answering e-mails.
Linzi arrived home at 5.30, and greeted me as normal. We chatted while she prepared the evening meal, as usual.
What was different, though, was that I kept looking at her; imagining her having sex with her black lover.
Iâm not racist â Iâve no need to be. We live in a nice part of town, which is 90% white, and the other 10% is black and Asian. We are all professional, middle-class people.
I couldnât even remember having had a conversation about âblack menâ with my wife. Although itâs alleged that they all have âmonster-cocksâ, Linzi had never appeared inquisitive. So why would she be having an affair with one?
Later in the night, Linzi asked what my plans were for the following week, this wasnât unusual but I knew that she was planning to be with her lover.
âMonday and Thursdayâ I told her, âWhy?â
âNo reason. Tracy, from work asked if I fancied going out for a pizza, one night, thatâs all.â She replied, not taking her eyes off the TV.
An hour or so later, I told her that I had to check the computer for an important e-mail. Hopefully this would give her the opportunity to ring him, and I could plan to get my evidence.
Sure enough, 3 minutes after I had left the room, I heard her whispering into her phone.
âHi! Itâs meâŚ.(giggling)âŚof course, itâs still sore-I knew it would beâŚâŚ.heâs going to be away on Monday and Thursday, can you come over?âŚpleaseâŚ..What about Monday, after youâve been to the gym? Please, even if itâs only an hourâŚGreatâŚâŚwho?âŚI didnât know that you had a brotherâŚ(laughter)âŚthat sounds funâŚno!âŚIâve got to goâŚheâll be back down in a minuteâŚno! Well, perhaps when I go to the toiletâŚ(laughter)âŚthatâs when it gets really sore, you had better not be so rough on MondayâŚwell, alright, a little bit rough. (laughter)âŚ7 oâclock, fine. Bye.â
While Linzi was at work, the following day, and shopping with her mum, on Saturday, I put my plan into action.
Iâd decided that she must only fuck him in the living room, and not the bedroom (how thoughtful), so I hid the digi-cam among some of my books and magazines, on a high shelf, that overlooked the sofa and part of the room. By linking the camera to the video I would be able to tape 3 hours of evidence.
Not wanting any mistakes, I took the fuse out of the TV plug. I told her that there was a problem with the TV that I would fix when I got home, but there was a programme that I was going to tape on the VCR, so not to worry when it began to record (sneaky â huh?)
It was another long day and night, thinking about Linzi and her black lover, and worrying about my marriage.
I had already cancelled my appointments for the Tuesday so arrived home at 10am. I, immediately, went to the VCR. It had recorded. Great I would have all the evidence that I needed to divorce the bitch. I quickly put the fuse back into the TV plug, so I could view my evidence. While it was re-winding, I went to the bathroom, for a pee. When Iâd finished I stared at the wash-basket. The bitchâs underwear would be in there from the previous night. Again, I couldnât resist looking. Sure enough, partially hidden was a tiny black and pink g-string (caked in dry punk), a matching bra, that wouldnât have covered anything, and a suspender belt and stockings (both had spunk stains on them). My mind was racing â what had she done to leave this amount of stains?
With stained panties in hand, I sat down to watch my evidence. As the tape whirred into life, Linzi was sitting exactly where I was now, wearing one of the mini-dresses that I had found last week, and she was drinking a large glass of red wine and smoking a cigarette. This shocked me as much as anything else â neither of us smoked! I hate it! It looked very natural, as she kept looking at her watch, taking big puffs and exhaling large plumes of smoke.
After five minutes I heard the doorbell ring. Smiling, she ran out of the room.
I was nervous and excited, as I was about to see the identity of her mysterious lover.
My heart was pounding as she walked back into the living room, followed by the tall black man. My eyes were on stalks as I recognised him. Barry, a mechanic that used to work at the garage, that her brother owns. Just as I came to my senses, Barry was followed in, by another black guy â just as tall but much younger, perhaps 18 or 19.
Linzi motioned for the young guy to sit down, as she took hold of Barry and smothered him in kisses. His hands went straight to her arse. As he squeezed tightly, he lifted the hem of the dress up, so the other guy could see her stocking tops and panties. Linzi didnât seem to care, but the guy sat grinning, and gave Barry a âdouble thumbs-upâ.
âWho wants a beer?â I heard her ask.
Both men nodded. As she turned away, Barry grabbed at her breasts, and rubbed them very roughly. She just laughed at him.
I couldnât make out what the men were saying, but they looked quite animated.
I now had time to take in what they looked like. Both six feet tall, very muscular, shaved heads, and their arms were covered in tattoos. They were, also, dressed alike; white vests, track bottoms, trainers and loads of gold chains.
Linzi came back with 4 cans of beer and another large glass of wine, for herself. When she placed them on the carpet, she deliberately flashed her arse and tiny pants for the men. (As I still had them in my hand, I sniffed them â they stunk of stale sex- but my cock was threatening to explode).
Linzi took a sip of wine, then returned to Barry, wrapping one hand around his neck as the other went straight to his cock.
âBro. This is Linz. My white chick. Linz, this is Stu, my k** brother. I told him all about you. About how you canât get enough black cock. He thinks that he might be able to help you out!â All three were laughing now.
Linzi had her back to Barry, but her hand was still rubbing his cock. He had one hand up the front of her dress, stroking her pubes and pussy, while he groped her breasts with the other.
âHey! Bro. Are you ready to see what a good cock sucker she is?â Barry laughed as he unzipped her dress. Breaking off from stroking his cock, my wife dropped her arms and wiggled her hips â allowing the dress to fall to her ankles.
She looked amazing standing in her underwear. I was right about the bra. One of her breasts popped out of the cup, as she stepped out of the dress. Barry kissed her neck as he pulled the other one out too. His big black hands smothered her milky white breasts as he began rolling her nipples in his fingers.
âAre you gonnaâ put on a good show on for the boy?â He laughed as she eagerly, dropped to her knees, in front of him.
Grinning from her head to her toes she nodded vigorously.
Slowly and deliberately she pulled his joggers over his hips. I couldnât believe my eyes as she took his massive cock out of his pants!
Shit! It was nearly twice as big as mine was, and Iâm not âsmallâ.
Linzi, immediately, smothered it in kisses from the base to the tip. Her eyes were twinkling, with lust, as she took the huge, bell-end into her mouth. Grabbing his arse with one hand and the shaft with the other, her head bounced back and forth as 4, 5, then 6 inches went in.
Barry took off his vest, and kicked his pants to one side, exposing a âripped and tonedâ body.
Linzi never stopped sucking for a second. Her whole body was moving in time as she took more and more cock into her mouth.
âBro. Pass me my beer.â Barry called to his brother. His hips were now in rhythm with Linzi, as the last inch slid down her throat. Nonchalantly swigging from the can, he took her bra off, so he could, roughly, play with her tits, as his full cock filled my wifeâs mouth and throat. He laughed, âYou didnât believe me, when I told you that she could swallow the lot. Did you?â
His brother was in hysterics laughing on the sofa.
For the next 4 or 5 minutes he fucked her face, sliding 5 or 6 inches of cock in and out at a time.
Tapping Linzi on the head, he told her, âItâs Stuâs turn now. Give him the works.â
His cock looked even bigger as it emerged from her ruby red lips. With a final kiss on the tip, Linzi turned to face Stu, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa. By comparison, his cock was quite ânormalâ. Perhaps only 6 or 7 inches long!
As before she kissed and licked the shaft and knob until it was wet enough for her to swallow. In one lingering manoeuvre, she pushed her head forward, making his cock disappear, in to her mouth. Because he was sitting, Linzi was bent double, her arse sticking out towards Barry.
When he finished his beer, he knelt behind her and ran his hand between her legs, making her shudder.
âNice and wet, as usual!â He laughed, as he pulled her pants to one side, and slid two fingers into her love-box. Linzi spread her legs further, and wiggled her hips. âAre you gonna fuck her?â Stu asked.
âShe wouldnât let us out alive if I didnât!â He replied, as he ran the fat knob along her slit.
âFantastic!â the boy groaned, âIâve never double teamed before!â
Just like when he slid his cock down her throat, I was amazed at how easy his cock went in.
She must have been soaking wet, as there was no resistance, what so ever.
When the last few inches sank in, she took the cock from her mouth and bit her lip, as Barry speeded up, making her body shake.
Linzi looked so sexy, as her ivory coloured body was sandwiched between these two ebony musclemen.
âCome on, keep sucking! Iâm nearly coming!â Stu shouted as he grabbed her head, and forced his meat back into her mouth. With a grin on his face, Barry grabbed her hips and speeded up, nearly forcing Stuâs balls into my wifeâs mouth!
I could see that her eyes were closed tightly and she was grimacing, because of the power of his thrusts. But she showed no signs of trying to stop him.
âThatâs it! Iâm coming! Iâm coming!â Stu called out, perhaps expecting Linzi to remove his cock. Instead she furiously rubbed the base, until he gasped and I could see her throat muscles swallowing his ejaculation.
âFuck! She swallowed my spunk! She swallowed it!â Stu told his brother, with a look of wonderment on his face.
Barry had slowed down, now, but was still fucking her, six inches at a time.
Linzi pulled the cock from her mouth. Gasping for air, she smiled at Stu, then with a final squeeze, sucked the last drops out of his knob, then she cleaned his knob, with her tongue. Barry leaned forward, pushing everything that he had into her, and whispered something in her ear. She closed her eyes, grinned and nodded her head.
Still on his knees, he withdrew his massive, glistening, cock from her pussy.
âPull them cheeks apart!â he told her. With her face resting on Stuâs lap, she obliged. Shuffling her legs further apart, she spread her arse cheeks for him.
OH! MY GOD! He lined his purple knob against her tiny arsehole. He was going to fuck her arse! He would split her in two, was all I could think.
Barry had to hold his cock in place as it made itâs way into the tiny space. Each inch brought a grunt or a groan from my wife. But, by the way that she was rocking her hips, this wasnât the first time that she had done this.
What had she turned into?
It took a couple of minutes, but they finally made it â his whole cock was in her arse! Taking advantage of the situation, Stu pushed his flaccid cock back into her mouth. Within seconds I could see it begin to swell as she eagerly sucked it while she caressed his balls, until it was hard again.
When Barry increased the speed of his fucking, she had to stop sucking, but the boy held it in her mouth as she screamed, with pain, as the arse fucking became more frenzied.
Linzi was howling, in agony, when Barryâs face contorted. His cock was so far inside her; his rough pubes were pressed against her soft, white, cheeks, as he pumped his seed into her.
Linzi spat the cock out of her mouth, when Barry collapsed on top of her.
The two lovers clung together, as they gasped for air. After a couple of minutes, Barry put a hand on her shoulder, and withdrew his cock from her arse. Linziâs eyes were contorted with pain, but her lips were smiling as the monster slid out. Falling forward, onto her hands and knees, I was greeted with the site of her arse, in full view of the camera. Her tiny, puckered, hole was gaping open, as it was, now, the size of a golf ball.
My hand was a blur, as I shot a load of spunk into a handkerchief.
Sitting against the sofa, drinking a beer, Barry, waved his cock towards Linzi, âCome on baby, you know what you have to do now.â
Crawling towards him, on her hands and knees, I could see his spunk, dripping from her stretched hole. Linzi flopped into his lap, and proceeded to lick the spunk and shit from his black, gnarled, cock.
Linzi licked and sucked with great vigour, in her quest to please him.
âYou ever fucked a white arse?â Barry asked his brother, between swigs of beer.
âNo. Do you think she would let me?â Stu responded, suddenly standing up, and moving behind my wife.
Laughing at his brothersâ stupidity, Barry asked Linzi, âDo you mind if he fucks your arse?â
She removed the shit stained cock, and turned her head; âHave you got any spunk left?â she smiled as she said it.
âYes, I think so!â he replied.
âThen be my guest.â
With that she went back to licking her shit off Barryâs cock.
Kneeling behind her, and shaking his head in disbelief, Stu slipped his dick into Linziâs stretched arsehole.
Linzi flung her head back, as he began thrusting his hips, âOoh! That feels good. Ooh, yes. Faster, faster.â She screamed as he increased the tempo. Linzi was, now, on all fours, and pushing herself backward to meet each stroke.
I was so engrossed in Stu fucking her arse; I hadnât noticed Barry slide between his brotherâs legs. Stu moved onto his haunches, without taking his cock out. Barry guided his cock into her pussy, while his brother banged her arse.
âYes! Yes! Fucking Hell! What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing? Oh yesssssss!â Linzi screamed, as the monster cock filled her pussy, while the smaller one filled her other hole.
Linzi was shaking with excitement, as both men rammed her holes.
Thank God, we live in a detached house, slightly away from our neighbours. Linziâs screams would have woken the dead.
âAaaaaaggghhhh! Yessssssss! Yessssssss!â She screamed even louder, as an intense orgasm engulfed her body.
Stu increased the speed of his fucking, until his body tensed, while he shot his second load, of the night, right into my wifeâs arse. As he pulled out, I could see strings of spunk trailing from her hole.
While Stu slumped on the sofa, Barry gripped Linziâs limp body, and ârattled awayâ with his hips, finally fucking the life out of my wife. His cock was awesome, as it slipped in and out, 8 or 9 inches at a time.
Linzi could only purr and groan, as Barry finished himself off with a series of violent thrusts.
After lying entwined for a couple of minutes, Barry told her to get off him.
Tentatively, Linzi rose to her knees, still with his cock sticking in her pussy. Then she rose to her feet, letting him slide out. As it did, a burst of spunk squirted out, landing on his shaft. She seemed unsteady, on her legs, as she gulped from her wineglass, but the smile on her face, told its own story.
Barry picked up the tiny knickers, that had, earlier, been discarded, and wiped his shrinking cock.
âShit, Barry, that was fantastic. I know what you told me, but, fuck, man, sheâs awesome.â Stu told his brother.
Linzi had now regained her composure, and stood between them, smoking a cigarette, clad only in her black stockings, suspender belt and heals.
âTime to go.â Barry said, looking at his watch, âI told Shelly that I would be home by 9.â
Linzi never took her eyes off his cock, as he pulled his joggers up.
With a quick kiss on the lips, for Linzi, Barry and his brother left.
Linzi spent the next few minutes, tidying the room, then, satisfied that everything was the same as at the beginning of the night, she collected the cans and glasses, and walked out.
Just as the tape was about to end, she re-entered the room, dressed in her bathrobe, with a towel around her hair.
She put a CD in the player, and squirmed uncomfortably as she sat on the sofa. With a huge smile on her face, she sipped her wine.
I couldnât believe my ears.
I know that itâs rude to eavesdrop, but I had come downstairs for a cup of tea, when Iâd heard my wife speaking to someone on the phone. I waited outside the living room, listening to her one-sided conversation, mesmerised.
âI canâtâŚhe might come inâŚ. (Laughter)âŚstop it! Iâve got to goâŚIâm just as frustratedâŚI might⌠if you insistâŚ. (Laughter)âŚheâll think that itâs birthdayâŚI canât wait for Thursday eitherâŚ7.30, at the SundownerâŚ(laughter) If thatâs what you want me to wearâŚIâm smelling them nowâŚ. (Laughter)âŚyou know I doâŚ..Youâll just have to play with yourself then, wonât you!âŚâŚ(laughter)âŚâŚ Bye.â
Shocked and shattered at the thought of my wife having an affair, I should have barged in and confronted her, but instead I wandered back to my office, in a daze.
I sat mulling over her words, for ages, trying to convince myself that there may be an innocent explanation-no chance!
All kinds of disgusting/erotic thoughts spun through my head, amazingly, I had a raging hard-on!
Linzi, my wife, was a 5ft. 4, 28yr.old slim, redhead, with 32b breasts. Iâm 37, 5ft.6, slightly over weight, greying around the temples, and a computer engineer.
As far as I was concerned, our sex life was fine. We had been married for four years, so we had stopped swinging from chandeliers, but we had sex most weeks, usually on a Saturday, after we had been out with friends, for a nice meal. I wasnât averse to âgoing Southâ and Linzi, after some coaxing, had developed a liking for sucking me (but only as foreplay). I knew, exactly, how to make her come; so why would she have the need to look elsewhere? And who with?
âKnock-knockâ. I nearly jumped out of my skin. âIâve brought you a cup of tea; are you going to be long?â Linzi asked as she put the cup on my desk.
âEm, no,â I stuttered, âIâm nearly finished.â I looked at her, the picture of innocence, dressed in a short blue skirt and white blouse. She was gorgeous, still the beauty that Iâd fallen in love with, six years ago. Perhaps the skirt was a little tighter and shorter, than Iâd realised, and she was showing a touch more cleavage, than she used to.
âMy God!â sheâd changed before my eyes, and I had missed it â I was taking her for granted.
As she turned to walk away. Iâd swear that there was a âswayâ in her walk.
When I joined her on the sofa, she automatically swung her legs across my lap, and wiggled her toes - for a foot massage.
I obliged, as she watched some hospital drama, on TV, as if nothing had happened.
My mind was racing, alternating between confronting her, and getting turned on at the memory of her phone conversation. I couldnât believe that she had masturbated, when she had talked to him-what kind of hold did this man have on her.
Suddenly, Linzi changed position, and her leg brushed against my bulge. âOoh! Someoneâs in a good mood!â she laughed as she ran her toes along my shaft.
âWeâll go to bed when this is finished; Iâve got to be up early, tomorrow, anyway.â She smiled.
As I got undressed, I glanced at her, in the mirrored wardrobes. She was a fantastic looking woman. I could understand why another man would find her attractive. Desperately not wanting to stare, her firm breasts looked magnificent as she freed them from her bra.
âIt was a Wonderbra? When had she started to wear that?â
I walked past her as she stepped out of a tiny, black, G-string. I HAD noticed this change of underwear, earlier in the year, and I approved, but this looked smaller, and sexier than her usual ones-or the ones that I remembered her wearing.
I think that she had, also, lost a bit of weight.
When had I stopped ânoticingâ my wife? Had I sent her into the arms and bed of another man?
When she slipped under the covers, her hand went straight to my cock. âOoh! Youâre still happy, thenâ she laughed. She had a sexy chuckle, which I took for granted.
Linziâs delicate fingers stroked and squeezed my shaft, as she kissed my neck.
âI know what you would likeâ she whispered as she threw back the duvet, and slid down my body. Her fingers were now stroking my balls as she planted a few kisses on the tip, as she pulled my foreskin back. Her mouth was hot and wet as she sucked my engorged knob. This felt good-very good-Iâd forgotten how good her blowjobs could be. My hands were firmly massaging her shoulders as more and more of my cock disappeared into her mouth. Perhaps this was what sheâd meant when she told her lover âI might let himâŚ.if you insistâŚheâll think that itâs his birthdayâ. He had told her to have sex with me!
This was fantastic! Her mouth was bobbing up and down in rhythm with her hands, which were rubbing my shaft, and balls.
My balls were beginning to ache, as she has never let me come, from a blowjob. Linzi always insisted that it would be âa wasteâ and âtoo messyâ, so she always wanted it inside her.
This time was no different, but the look of lust on her face, as she straddled my cock was. Her eyes were sparkling as my 6 inches sank into her soaking cunt. She buried her face into my chest and proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of me! It was all over in a couple of minutes. What felt like a pint of come shot out of my cock into her womb.
After kissing my chest she whispered, âMy turn now,â and slowly ground her crotch into my groin, until her clit was in contact with my pelvis. Her speed picked up immediately, and with me holding my breath, to try to keep my cock inflated, as she âcameâ with a loud sigh.
Seconds later, she rolled off, pulled the duvet up, switched the light off and went to sleep.
I hardly slept. In my mind I believed that, to confront her about an affair I would need some real evidence.
The following morning, Wednesday, after Linzi had gone to work, I began looking around the house for âevidenceâ.
In the wardrobe were a couple of dresses and skirts that I hadnât seen before â I would have noticed â they were very short! Some of her shirts and tops were a âbit revealingâ. I was now struggling to comprehend my situation.
Her knicker-drawer was a revelation. There were g-strings galore; every colour and size imaginable, yet, I was sure that I only saw her wear black, sensible, ones. In the next drawer was a collection of bras. Again, her everyday ones were on top, but underneath were sexy half-cups, Wonderbraâs and even a green basque, which I had definitely never seen her wear!
In the last drawer were numerous pairs of stockings, and a couple of suspender belts. My heart sank with this last set of findings. She knew how much I liked her to wear stockings, but sheâd always told me that they were uncomfortable, and had only worn them on âspecial occasionsâ in the early days of our marriage, yet, now, I could see 6 different sets in front of me.
I sat on the edge of the bed with tears in my eyes.
This was, obviously, worse than I had thought, and must have been going on for a long time. As I worked away from home a lot, two or three nights a week, she had plenty of opportunity. Naively I had believed her, when she had told me that she would visit her mother, neighbours or friends from work, when I was out of town.
The bitch would pay! When I had enough âevidenceâ I would divorce her, and she wouldnât get a penny. I knew that she intended bringing her lover home, on Thursday night, when I would be away, on business. So I concocted a plan, involving hiding my digi-cam in the bedroom and catching her with him, in my bed.
I spent the rest of the morning hiding the camera, with a time delay, set for 11.15 (Thursday), with a sticker over the recording light, among her âcuddly toysâ in the corner. I tried it on several settings, before I was satisfied. Finally the wide-angle lens would capture anything that happened on the bed, by a stroke of luck it would also catch their reflections in the mirrored wardrobes.
On Thursday morning Linzi dropped me at the airport, and as we kissed goodbye, she had no idea what the other had planned for that night.
After a busy day, at a factory near Prague, I phoned home at 7pm UK time.
We chatted about our working days and Linzi mentioned that she would be going around her friend, Emilyâs house, for a girlie chat, later.
I lay on my bed all evening worrying about what my wife was getting upto, while I was stuck, alone, in a Holiday Inn bedroom. Although I was furious, I still had two wanks thinking about her antics.
I got a taxi home from the airport on the Friday. I knew that I had two hours, to view my âevidenceâ before Linzi would return from work.
I ran up the stairs, two at a time. Sure enough my camera was still in itsâ hiding place and the settings told me that it had recorded for an hour.
As I hurried out of the bedroom to link it to my laptop, I stopped at the âwash-basketâ. With my heart pounding, I lifted the lid. Relieved, I saw that there were, only, a couple of bath towels and a T-shirt. But, when I removed the second towel a gold g-string fell to the floor. The thin crotch was caked white with dry spunk. A matching bra was lying on top of a low cut blouse, which was next to a pair of fine black hold up stockings. My heart sank.
I quickly linked the camera to the laptop, and started my film. Horrified, I realised that I was, still, carrying the dirty g-string, and dropped it on my desk. As the picture whirred into life, the bedroom was in darkness, but, as the door was open, I could see that there was a light on the staircase. Linzi was in the house.
I could hear music and voices, but nothing else. I fast-forwarded for thirty minutes, until I saw a figure walk past the door, going to the bathroom. I re-wound and studied the picture. It wasnât very clear, but the man appeared naked (his huge cock was sticking out!) and he was black!
A minute or two later the man re-appeared. As he walked past the bedroom door I could see him crudely tugging at his cock, trying to make it hard again.
My own penis was as stiff as board. Without thinking I pulled it from my pants, and lifted Linziâs dirty knickers to my face. Within seconds I had blown my wad all over my stomach.
After cleaning myself up, I replaced the underwear in the basket, and started working normally on the laptop, answering e-mails.
Linzi arrived home at 5.30, and greeted me as normal. We chatted while she prepared the evening meal, as usual.
What was different, though, was that I kept looking at her; imagining her having sex with her black lover.
Iâm not racist â Iâve no need to be. We live in a nice part of town, which is 90% white, and the other 10% is black and Asian. We are all professional, middle-class people.
I couldnât even remember having had a conversation about âblack menâ with my wife. Although itâs alleged that they all have âmonster-cocksâ, Linzi had never appeared inquisitive. So why would she be having an affair with one?
Later in the night, Linzi asked what my plans were for the following week, this wasnât unusual but I knew that she was planning to be with her lover.
âMonday and Thursdayâ I told her, âWhy?â
âNo reason. Tracy, from work asked if I fancied going out for a pizza, one night, thatâs all.â She replied, not taking her eyes off the TV.
An hour or so later, I told her that I had to check the computer for an important e-mail. Hopefully this would give her the opportunity to ring him, and I could plan to get my evidence.
Sure enough, 3 minutes after I had left the room, I heard her whispering into her phone.
âHi! Itâs meâŚ.(giggling)âŚof course, itâs still sore-I knew it would beâŚâŚ.heâs going to be away on Monday and Thursday, can you come over?âŚpleaseâŚ..What about Monday, after youâve been to the gym? Please, even if itâs only an hourâŚGreatâŚâŚwho?âŚI didnât know that you had a brotherâŚ(laughter)âŚthat sounds funâŚno!âŚIâve got to goâŚheâll be back down in a minuteâŚno! Well, perhaps when I go to the toiletâŚ(laughter)âŚthatâs when it gets really sore, you had better not be so rough on MondayâŚwell, alright, a little bit rough. (laughter)âŚ7 oâclock, fine. Bye.â
While Linzi was at work, the following day, and shopping with her mum, on Saturday, I put my plan into action.
Iâd decided that she must only fuck him in the living room, and not the bedroom (how thoughtful), so I hid the digi-cam among some of my books and magazines, on a high shelf, that overlooked the sofa and part of the room. By linking the camera to the video I would be able to tape 3 hours of evidence.
Not wanting any mistakes, I took the fuse out of the TV plug. I told her that there was a problem with the TV that I would fix when I got home, but there was a programme that I was going to tape on the VCR, so not to worry when it began to record (sneaky â huh?)
It was another long day and night, thinking about Linzi and her black lover, and worrying about my marriage.
I had already cancelled my appointments for the Tuesday so arrived home at 10am. I, immediately, went to the VCR. It had recorded. Great I would have all the evidence that I needed to divorce the bitch. I quickly put the fuse back into the TV plug, so I could view my evidence. While it was re-winding, I went to the bathroom, for a pee. When Iâd finished I stared at the wash-basket. The bitchâs underwear would be in there from the previous night. Again, I couldnât resist looking. Sure enough, partially hidden was a tiny black and pink g-string (caked in dry punk), a matching bra, that wouldnât have covered anything, and a suspender belt and stockings (both had spunk stains on them). My mind was racing â what had she done to leave this amount of stains?
With stained panties in hand, I sat down to watch my evidence. As the tape whirred into life, Linzi was sitting exactly where I was now, wearing one of the mini-dresses that I had found last week, and she was drinking a large glass of red wine and smoking a cigarette. This shocked me as much as anything else â neither of us smoked! I hate it! It looked very natural, as she kept looking at her watch, taking big puffs and exhaling large plumes of smoke.
After five minutes I heard the doorbell ring. Smiling, she ran out of the room.
I was nervous and excited, as I was about to see the identity of her mysterious lover.
My heart was pounding as she walked back into the living room, followed by the tall black man. My eyes were on stalks as I recognised him. Barry, a mechanic that used to work at the garage, that her brother owns. Just as I came to my senses, Barry was followed in, by another black guy â just as tall but much younger, perhaps 18 or 19.
Linzi motioned for the young guy to sit down, as she took hold of Barry and smothered him in kisses. His hands went straight to her arse. As he squeezed tightly, he lifted the hem of the dress up, so the other guy could see her stocking tops and panties. Linzi didnât seem to care, but the guy sat grinning, and gave Barry a âdouble thumbs-upâ.
âWho wants a beer?â I heard her ask.
Both men nodded. As she turned away, Barry grabbed at her breasts, and rubbed them very roughly. She just laughed at him.
I couldnât make out what the men were saying, but they looked quite animated.
I now had time to take in what they looked like. Both six feet tall, very muscular, shaved heads, and their arms were covered in tattoos. They were, also, dressed alike; white vests, track bottoms, trainers and loads of gold chains.
Linzi came back with 4 cans of beer and another large glass of wine, for herself. When she placed them on the carpet, she deliberately flashed her arse and tiny pants for the men. (As I still had them in my hand, I sniffed them â they stunk of stale sex- but my cock was threatening to explode).
Linzi took a sip of wine, then returned to Barry, wrapping one hand around his neck as the other went straight to his cock.
âBro. This is Linz. My white chick. Linz, this is Stu, my k** brother. I told him all about you. About how you canât get enough black cock. He thinks that he might be able to help you out!â All three were laughing now.
Linzi had her back to Barry, but her hand was still rubbing his cock. He had one hand up the front of her dress, stroking her pubes and pussy, while he groped her breasts with the other.
âHey! Bro. Are you ready to see what a good cock sucker she is?â Barry laughed as he unzipped her dress. Breaking off from stroking his cock, my wife dropped her arms and wiggled her hips â allowing the dress to fall to her ankles.
She looked amazing standing in her underwear. I was right about the bra. One of her breasts popped out of the cup, as she stepped out of the dress. Barry kissed her neck as he pulled the other one out too. His big black hands smothered her milky white breasts as he began rolling her nipples in his fingers.
âAre you gonnaâ put on a good show on for the boy?â He laughed as she eagerly, dropped to her knees, in front of him.
Grinning from her head to her toes she nodded vigorously.
Slowly and deliberately she pulled his joggers over his hips. I couldnât believe my eyes as she took his massive cock out of his pants!
Shit! It was nearly twice as big as mine was, and Iâm not âsmallâ.
Linzi, immediately, smothered it in kisses from the base to the tip. Her eyes were twinkling, with lust, as she took the huge, bell-end into her mouth. Grabbing his arse with one hand and the shaft with the other, her head bounced back and forth as 4, 5, then 6 inches went in.
Barry took off his vest, and kicked his pants to one side, exposing a âripped and tonedâ body.
Linzi never stopped sucking for a second. Her whole body was moving in time as she took more and more cock into her mouth.
âBro. Pass me my beer.â Barry called to his brother. His hips were now in rhythm with Linzi, as the last inch slid down her throat. Nonchalantly swigging from the can, he took her bra off, so he could, roughly, play with her tits, as his full cock filled my wifeâs mouth and throat. He laughed, âYou didnât believe me, when I told you that she could swallow the lot. Did you?â
His brother was in hysterics laughing on the sofa.
For the next 4 or 5 minutes he fucked her face, sliding 5 or 6 inches of cock in and out at a time.
Tapping Linzi on the head, he told her, âItâs Stuâs turn now. Give him the works.â
His cock looked even bigger as it emerged from her ruby red lips. With a final kiss on the tip, Linzi turned to face Stu, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa. By comparison, his cock was quite ânormalâ. Perhaps only 6 or 7 inches long!
As before she kissed and licked the shaft and knob until it was wet enough for her to swallow. In one lingering manoeuvre, she pushed her head forward, making his cock disappear, in to her mouth. Because he was sitting, Linzi was bent double, her arse sticking out towards Barry.
When he finished his beer, he knelt behind her and ran his hand between her legs, making her shudder.
âNice and wet, as usual!â He laughed, as he pulled her pants to one side, and slid two fingers into her love-box. Linzi spread her legs further, and wiggled her hips. âAre you gonna fuck her?â Stu asked.
âShe wouldnât let us out alive if I didnât!â He replied, as he ran the fat knob along her slit.
âFantastic!â the boy groaned, âIâve never double teamed before!â
Just like when he slid his cock down her throat, I was amazed at how easy his cock went in.
She must have been soaking wet, as there was no resistance, what so ever.
When the last few inches sank in, she took the cock from her mouth and bit her lip, as Barry speeded up, making her body shake.
Linzi looked so sexy, as her ivory coloured body was sandwiched between these two ebony musclemen.
âCome on, keep sucking! Iâm nearly coming!â Stu shouted as he grabbed her head, and forced his meat back into her mouth. With a grin on his face, Barry grabbed her hips and speeded up, nearly forcing Stuâs balls into my wifeâs mouth!
I could see that her eyes were closed tightly and she was grimacing, because of the power of his thrusts. But she showed no signs of trying to stop him.
âThatâs it! Iâm coming! Iâm coming!â Stu called out, perhaps expecting Linzi to remove his cock. Instead she furiously rubbed the base, until he gasped and I could see her throat muscles swallowing his ejaculation.
âFuck! She swallowed my spunk! She swallowed it!â Stu told his brother, with a look of wonderment on his face.
Barry had slowed down, now, but was still fucking her, six inches at a time.
Linzi pulled the cock from her mouth. Gasping for air, she smiled at Stu, then with a final squeeze, sucked the last drops out of his knob, then she cleaned his knob, with her tongue. Barry leaned forward, pushing everything that he had into her, and whispered something in her ear. She closed her eyes, grinned and nodded her head.
Still on his knees, he withdrew his massive, glistening, cock from her pussy.
âPull them cheeks apart!â he told her. With her face resting on Stuâs lap, she obliged. Shuffling her legs further apart, she spread her arse cheeks for him.
OH! MY GOD! He lined his purple knob against her tiny arsehole. He was going to fuck her arse! He would split her in two, was all I could think.
Barry had to hold his cock in place as it made itâs way into the tiny space. Each inch brought a grunt or a groan from my wife. But, by the way that she was rocking her hips, this wasnât the first time that she had done this.
What had she turned into?
It took a couple of minutes, but they finally made it â his whole cock was in her arse! Taking advantage of the situation, Stu pushed his flaccid cock back into her mouth. Within seconds I could see it begin to swell as she eagerly sucked it while she caressed his balls, until it was hard again.
When Barry increased the speed of his fucking, she had to stop sucking, but the boy held it in her mouth as she screamed, with pain, as the arse fucking became more frenzied.
Linzi was howling, in agony, when Barryâs face contorted. His cock was so far inside her; his rough pubes were pressed against her soft, white, cheeks, as he pumped his seed into her.
Linzi spat the cock out of her mouth, when Barry collapsed on top of her.
The two lovers clung together, as they gasped for air. After a couple of minutes, Barry put a hand on her shoulder, and withdrew his cock from her arse. Linziâs eyes were contorted with pain, but her lips were smiling as the monster slid out. Falling forward, onto her hands and knees, I was greeted with the site of her arse, in full view of the camera. Her tiny, puckered, hole was gaping open, as it was, now, the size of a golf ball.
My hand was a blur, as I shot a load of spunk into a handkerchief.
Sitting against the sofa, drinking a beer, Barry, waved his cock towards Linzi, âCome on baby, you know what you have to do now.â
Crawling towards him, on her hands and knees, I could see his spunk, dripping from her stretched hole. Linzi flopped into his lap, and proceeded to lick the spunk and shit from his black, gnarled, cock.
Linzi licked and sucked with great vigour, in her quest to please him.
âYou ever fucked a white arse?â Barry asked his brother, between swigs of beer.
âNo. Do you think she would let me?â Stu responded, suddenly standing up, and moving behind my wife.
Laughing at his brothersâ stupidity, Barry asked Linzi, âDo you mind if he fucks your arse?â
She removed the shit stained cock, and turned her head; âHave you got any spunk left?â she smiled as she said it.
âYes, I think so!â he replied.
âThen be my guest.â
With that she went back to licking her shit off Barryâs cock.
Kneeling behind her, and shaking his head in disbelief, Stu slipped his dick into Linziâs stretched arsehole.
Linzi flung her head back, as he began thrusting his hips, âOoh! That feels good. Ooh, yes. Faster, faster.â She screamed as he increased the tempo. Linzi was, now, on all fours, and pushing herself backward to meet each stroke.
I was so engrossed in Stu fucking her arse; I hadnât noticed Barry slide between his brotherâs legs. Stu moved onto his haunches, without taking his cock out. Barry guided his cock into her pussy, while his brother banged her arse.
âYes! Yes! Fucking Hell! What are you doing? What the fuck are you doing? Oh yesssssss!â Linzi screamed, as the monster cock filled her pussy, while the smaller one filled her other hole.
Linzi was shaking with excitement, as both men rammed her holes.
Thank God, we live in a detached house, slightly away from our neighbours. Linziâs screams would have woken the dead.
âAaaaaaggghhhh! Yessssssss! Yessssssss!â She screamed even louder, as an intense orgasm engulfed her body.
Stu increased the speed of his fucking, until his body tensed, while he shot his second load, of the night, right into my wifeâs arse. As he pulled out, I could see strings of spunk trailing from her hole.
While Stu slumped on the sofa, Barry gripped Linziâs limp body, and ârattled awayâ with his hips, finally fucking the life out of my wife. His cock was awesome, as it slipped in and out, 8 or 9 inches at a time.
Linzi could only purr and groan, as Barry finished himself off with a series of violent thrusts.
After lying entwined for a couple of minutes, Barry told her to get off him.
Tentatively, Linzi rose to her knees, still with his cock sticking in her pussy. Then she rose to her feet, letting him slide out. As it did, a burst of spunk squirted out, landing on his shaft. She seemed unsteady, on her legs, as she gulped from her wineglass, but the smile on her face, told its own story.
Barry picked up the tiny knickers, that had, earlier, been discarded, and wiped his shrinking cock.
âShit, Barry, that was fantastic. I know what you told me, but, fuck, man, sheâs awesome.â Stu told his brother.
Linzi had now regained her composure, and stood between them, smoking a cigarette, clad only in her black stockings, suspender belt and heals.
âTime to go.â Barry said, looking at his watch, âI told Shelly that I would be home by 9.â
Linzi never took her eyes off his cock, as he pulled his joggers up.
With a quick kiss on the lips, for Linzi, Barry and his brother left.
Linzi spent the next few minutes, tidying the room, then, satisfied that everything was the same as at the beginning of the night, she collected the cans and glasses, and walked out.
Just as the tape was about to end, she re-entered the room, dressed in her bathrobe, with a towel around her hair.
She put a CD in the player, and squirmed uncomfortably as she sat on the sofa. With a huge smile on her face, she sipped her wine.
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