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[wilcomike]

I have always had a cuckold/voyueristic thing ever since my wife slept with another guy at a party. I used to drink a bit and she would warn me not to - did I listen? No.
At one party I woke up on a sofa, it was dark quiet and the party had finished and I wasn't really aware of where I was. Through the alcohol fug I heard someone gasping and grunting softly from a room down the hall. All the time I could hear a bed creaking. The more I listened the more I became convinced it was my wife. She then orgasmed and it was muffled, like she was trying to be quiet - or the guy had a hand over her mouth. My cock was so rigid I could feel it pulsing. There was then soft talking and quietness. I considered getting up and creeping down the hallway but I was too scared of being caught - and I'd done nothing wrong!
I lay on the sofa and after a while the doorway down the hall opened and there was my wife, backlit from the room light and she was totally naked. She came to the doorway of the living room and watched me as I pretended to sleep, and then, apparently satisfied, she went to the bathroom just off the hallway. I heard the toilet flush and she went back to the room and she said something to the guy. I heard her say '...no, no, I can't... he'll wake up.. I'm waking him up and going home.' The guy said something and my wife replied sharply 'Don't you dare' and she swore a couple of times and then said 'All right then... but you'll have to be quick!' My wife went fully into the room and then the bed creaked as it took on more weight and almost immediately I heard my wife gasp and then 'creak-creak-creak-creak' as the bed got a workout! This time I crept down the hall and peered into the room. A bedside lamp was on and I could see far enough into the room to see them both from the waist down. My wife was on her back with her legs spread and slightly raised off the mattress. He was between her thighs with his spotty arse rising and plunging enthusiastically and his toes were digging into the sheets at the bottom of the bed. My wife's left hand was on his buttock and her fingernails were digging into his flesh. Her rings, (my rings!) engagement and wedding were plain to see.
-- sorry, getting quite emotional, will finish another time --

 

[GA_BOY124]

Great, Was This Real?? Did You Catch Her Doing It Again??

 

[wilcomike]

further to story

I stood there watching and they were making so much noise I was able to get my cock out and I stroked and played with it as this guy fucked my wife just yards away. She was making the most sexy grunting sounds and all the time the bed was creaking. It was a melange of 'unghhh', (creak, creak) 'unghhh', (creak, creak) 'uh, uh, oh-h-h-h', (creak, creak, creak)!
I was doing my best not to add to those sounds as I pulled on my stiffy and I silently shot wad after wad of spunk onto his carpet. I had to stop myself laughing that I was staining his carpet and then I nearly choked when I realised that he was spunking inside my wife! I scuttled back to the living room with his gutteral cries chasing me down the hallway and my wife going 'Shhh! Shhh!' as he bellowed 'Oh fuck... yyyess...take it.. take it.. ohhh fuck.. you beautiful cunt...' and all the time the bedspings squeaking louder and louder. I regained my place on the sofa and got into the same position. A short time later my wife came out of the bedroom with her clothes and got hurriedly dressed there in the hallway and ran her fingers through her hair and then came in and 'woke' me!
I did my best impression of waking up although i had never been so awake in all my life ... and then we went home.

 

[wilcomike]

hi,
Yes I did tell my wife that I knew what had happened - and that I thought it was the most exciting sexual thing I had ever witnessed. My wife - her name is Zena - was a bit stunned and kept asking "You don't mind?"

This started a whole new chapter in our relationship, as you can imagine. It was then that Zena told me about her sexual life before we met. She originally came from a small country town where she had earned the reputation as the 'town bike', as in, 'everyone got a ride'. The main employer in the town was the brewery and Zena was seen as the property of the brewery workers. This came about because she worked in a shop close by that catered to the brewery workers. Individuals would ask her out and the evening ended with sex on the back seat of the guy's car in winter or on a blanket by the riverbank in summer.

Word got about that if the guy managed to get enough Bacardi & coke in her, Zena would let them do whatever they wanted. One time at a brewery works party about six guys were trying to 'chat her up' and it was almost coming to blows to see who would drive her home (via the riverbank of course). My wife told me later that she had a bit to drink and as she had had had sex with all of them individually - she thought 'why not together!"

Zena ended up on her back on a blanket with her legs spread gazing up at the stars as the blokes sweated and panted and grunted over her. That night she shed any inhibitions she might have possessed and became the most popular girl in town Friday and Saturday nights after the bars closed.

When my wife told me this she watched my reaction and it was very visible - and she was quite practised at taking care of it!
We tried swingers parties for a while but I was no good at it - all I wanted to do was watch Zena with another guy and then put my throbbing cock in her sloppy twat. Gradually Zena got invites to 'special' parties and she was insistent that i go with her - and the blokes at the parties accepted that 'as long as I behaved"
Heaps of fun i can tell you.