My Wife's Secret Lover

One day I caught my lovely wife cheating on me. Here is how it happened. My wife is a school teacher.

She usually gets off from work at around 3:30 PM and arrives home at 4:00 PM. I work also. I am a salesman and

my job keeps me on the road a lot, so my wife and I enjoy what time can have together. Dispite the fact

we don't see much of each other, my wife had never given me any reason to doubt her fidelity. Now my wife

is knockout gorgeous, with a sweet angelic face, shoulder length auburn hair, and a tight round ass that catches

attention everywhere she goes, but I never saw her looking at another man. What I am about to relate will

prove how wrong I was about her.



It was a Monday morning when I told my wife that I would be out of town for two days for a business meeting

in Chicago. While I was busy packing my things and getting ready, the phone ring. My wife answered and she

spent about twenty minutes talking to someone and laughing. I did not think this unusual, and as I went out

the door I kissed her bye. As it turned out, my trip concluded much sooner then I had expected, and the next evening

I was on an airplane heading home. I was really glad that I would be able to spend some time with my wife, and

I decided that instead of calling her that I would surprise her, and we would spend a romantic evening

together.



It was 5:30 PM when I arrived. As I entered the living room, I noticed that the house was very quiet and my

wife was no where to be found. At first, I did not think this unsual as she is sometimes delayed with school

activites. When she was not home after 7:00 PM I became some what concerned. I when upstairs and turned on the tv in

our bedroom and waited. Our house has two driveways. My wife always parks in the back driveway and it is so

close that you can hear the car motor when it pulls up in the drive. It was at around 9:25 PM. when I heard the

sound of a car, and when I looked out the back window, I saw my wife's tan 98 thunderbird pulling in our driveway.

I was about to run down and meet her when I noticed she was not alone. There was enough light on our porch to tell

that the person in the car with her was a man!  For a while they just sit there talking, and then he leaned over and

kissed my wife right on the mouth. My mouth must have hung opened as I watched what transpired. My wife did not

resist him, but returned his kiss as her fingers twined through his her. This was no peck. They were sharing a

very deep and passionate kiss. Even from where I was I could see his tongue exploring inside my wife's mouth.

When they finally got out of the car, I saw them walk up to the porch and kiss again. As they kissed, I watched his

hand reach down and grab my wife's ass, as she begin to squirm against him. They kissed for about a minute, then

they disppeared under the car port. Then I heard the door open and shut as they walked into the living

room.



I didn't know what to do. Here I was, up in our bedroom while my wife was with some secret lover downstairs. I

knew I had to do something fast. I had two options. I could either go down and confront them or I could hideout

and see what all would happened. I decided on the later, as I am not disposed to any kind of violence, and though

I am ashamed to admit it, the prospect of seeing my charming wife having sex with another man, excited me. I slowly

and quietly crept downstairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairway, I heard them talking.

"Are you sure your husband will not be home," the man was inquiring of my wife.

"No he will not," she replied." "He has gone to Chicago and he will not be returning until tomorrow evening."

"If he were coming back he would have called sweetie," she said assuredly.

"Honey now lets not talk about that." "You know that there is only one thing I want now sweetie." You honey."

"Yes I believe you baby,"

"Mmmmmmmm......honey."

In a while I could hear them kissing again. I walked down the hall until I could see around the partition and into

the living room. There was my wife and her lover, embracing and kissing as they stood about ten feet from me. Their

hands were all over each other and I could see their tongues in each others mouths. One of the man's hands gripped

my wife's ass while the other squeezed her breast through her flimsy blouse. My wife was now moaning deeply into his

mouth. His working hand loosened the strap that held up her blouse. It fell, exposing my wife's perfect orbs. His mouth

left hers and went down to her breast. He took as much of each one into his mouth as he could. His tongue swirled

around her nipples. His mouth found hers again and they took turns driving their tongues down each other's throats.

He pulled her skirt up over her head so that her only garment was the thin strip of her nylon panties that barely

covered her ass cheeks . As they continued to kiss, my wife reached down between them and took his cock out of

his pants.

"Oh Robert," she said. "Please put it in me." "I have to have it now baby."

"Oh its so big honey." "I have to have it in me now," she sighed.

My horny wife couldn't even wait for him to comply with her wishes. She stood back from him, stepped out of

her under pants, and jumped up on him with her legs locked around his back , then using her hand, she guided his cock

right into her pussy. Now my wife was actually fucking this guy, and riding his cock for all she was worth. It wasn't a

minute before she had an orgasm, and she was just getting warmed up.

This guy Robert was telling my wife what a whore and a slut she was, even as he fucked her.

"Oh yes honey," she moaned, "I am a whore for you baby."

"Fuck me baby." "Fuck me with that big cock." "Give it to me." "Give it to me baby." "Uh Uh uh uhhhhh"....She sighed

and moaned as she rode his cock faster and faster.



I had never seen my wife this way, and I begin to think that she was either completely out of mind or drunk. She was

actually having one orgasm after another as he bounced her up and down on his cock. He carried my wife over to the

couch, layed her down, and started fucking her missionary style. She was going wild. She brought her legs up over his

shoulders and begin rotating and writhing her ass around like a go go dancer, trying to get him deeper inside her. She was

begging him fuck her harder and he was certainly complying. He was pounding her with relentless thrust, pulling all the

way out of her and then slamming back in to the hilt. He gripped her ass and pulled her up to him, and started fucking

her with short, quick strokes. This sent my wife completely over the brink. Her moans turned to yells and screams, as

she bucked and arched her ass upward. She had about five consecutive orgasms. I saw her convulse and stiffen against

him as he shot his load in her pussy.



I was wondering what would happen next and I soon found out. I heard my wife tell him that she wanted to be fucked in

the bedroom. She was actually going to let this guy fuck her in our bedroom and on our marriage bed. Robert then slipped

out of his clothes and followed my wife to the bedroom. They passed right by me, as I stepped further back into the

kitchen and I watched them walk up stairs as naked as they were born, my eyes focusing on the nice sway of my

wife's ass. I begin to wonder why I was letting this go on, but I really wanted to see how far she would go. It wasn't

long before I begin to hear noises upstairs. The sound of the bed rattling and banging the wall and my wife's moans and

sighs indicated that they were going at it hot and heavy.



I crept quietly up the stairs, and when I reached the top, I could see the door of our room was slightly opened. When I

looked inside the first thing I saw was my wife down on her hands and knees while the man was ramming her from behind. He

would pulled all the way out of her and thrust back in repeatedly, making her cry out and yell. I watched her

facial expression that would go from a vacant glazed eyed stare to one of intense ecstasy every time he would

thrust into her. Her whole body shook and her big breast were swinging as he pounded her relentlessly. She came

several times with yells and screams as the man came with her, his groans and grunts joined hers in an erotic chorus

that went on and on.



He then turned my wife around so that she was facing him. He was in a kneeling position, as he drew her legs up around

him, as she lay back on the bed. He thrust into her and begin fucking her with long, steady strokes, as he pulled her legs

up over his shoulders. He fucked her harder and harder, until she was moaning and sighing. He then leaned down, and after

readjusting his position, he begin fucking her missionary style. My wife came like a volcano, in an incredible orgasm. It

was amazing to watch the amount of pleasure my wife was receiving from this man. I believe that she had more orgasms

that evening then she did during our marriage. They fucked in many different positions and she came in everyone of them.

I wondered who this man was, where she had met him, and how long this had been going on. I also wondered if she was

out of her mind, as she wore no condom, and as far as I knew she was not even on any kind of birth control pills.

considering the amount of sperm he had put in her, she just might have needed them.



When I had seen enough, I begin to wonder where I would be sleeping that night. Obviously, our bed was out of the question.

I would have to sleep in the kids room downstairs, and since we had no kids, that would be no problem. There was also

not much danger of my wife walking in on me, since she was preoccupied, and even if she did, she had a lot more questions

to answer then me. I didn't get much sleep that night as I kept getting woke up by my wife's moans and yells every time she

was getting pounded by her friend. It wasn't until around 6:00 AM that I heard the sound of the door shut and the car

start as my wife drove her lover home. Most likely he had to go to work or he would have had breakfast in bed.

As soon as they left I put on my suit and tie and when my wife returned, I told her that I had just got back from my

trip. I never told her the truth of the matter. Luckily this guy left a booklet on the table which I looked through. To

my surprise, this lover of my wife turned out to be the new principal of the school where she taught. Since I have kept

silent, our marriage is still happy, and the principal has kept his job. I wonder though, how many times he has returned

while I was away.