The Night I Found Out -
I am a contractor by trade, so I often find myself out of state for sometimes weeks at a time. This was the case before we got married and nothing has changed.
Knowing that this marriage was the second time around for my wife, I make every attempt to be as accommodating as possible to her needs. I allow things that her ex would never even consider because I feel that it is better to allow these things and know about them rather than face deception. The main allowances that bring us to the point of the story are her freedom to go out whenever she chooses and the ability to have a girlfriend whether or not I am there. Even though she fancied this freedom, she is the type to feel like it should bother her that I would allow it. It was always more interesting when I didn't express enthusiasm about her going out, but rather indifference.
She would tell me about her evening the next day. Most of the time it would be how guys bought her shots, but she would always act like she was only into her girlfriend. One night she sent me a text saying she was attempting to make out in the bathroom with her friend. The next day I asked her how it went and she said not very well so they went out into the parking lot for a bit. She would tell me (with not as much detail as I would like) how her friend removed her panties from under her dress in the back of her flex and went to work between her legs. This was pretty much the image I maintained whenever I knew they were going out.
One evening, I made it back unexpectedly ahead of schedule on their usual night out. I drove past one of their hang out spots and spotted the flex, so I pulled around back. I had received a text of what appeared to be lyrics from the song "Skin" and then nothing. I had a view of the front of the suv, so I had to use that for the time being because the back is tinted out. I watched for a bit. I could make out shadows in separate seats that would occasionally lean in closer. I thought I was early enough and not missing anything. Once I mustered up the courage to move in a little closer, she got out of the passenger door, fixed her mangled hair, shirt and adjusted her zipper back to the up position only to get back in the back seat. "just in time" I thought, until her friend left with one of the GUYS in the back seat. I wasn't told about the extra characters in this saga. I waited a couple minutes. My heart was almost out of my chest, much like it is typing this. I cupped my hands and looked right in the window. The other guy in the back just grabbed my wife's head and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a rather passionate kiss for strangers. Not only did she not hesitate, but the deeper he kissed her, the more her legs opened. Not even a minute into it, (and I've never seen a guy do this) he put his leg over her lap and straddled her without disengaging their kiss. His left hand on her face and his right hand was unbuttoning the bottom buttons of her shirt, but lightly, because she hadn't noticed. Once they were open, that hand made it's way into my wife's shirt feeling her skin while they kissed. Once she felt the sensation, she seemed to pull him in closer as her hands were only on his back. Even though this was a once in a lifetime voyeuristic opportunity for me, I wanted to stop this, but only because I had been lied to. I decided to calm down for a second and watch a little more. I looked around for people in the parking lot that might think I was going to break into this car I was peering into, then back to my wife. The guy's hand that had made it's way inside her shirt had been inching lower and lower, feeling her soft skin around her waistline. As he inched around toward the front, her stomach sucked in. At first, I thought he had tickled her, but then I noticed a much larger space between her skin and her jeans. He moved to kiss her neck. In doing so, his body blocked her view from everything below it. One of his hands kept her mind busy as he was holding it firmly on the seat. His free hand and finished the remaining buttons on her shirt except for the top one. He placed his hand on her waist where it began and moved around the back as if to embrace her in a hug. Before she realized, her bra was no longer restraining some of the hardest nipples you will ever see. Before she could attempt to cover back up, he was kissing my wife's breasts. I guess she wanted to play too because she began to undo his pants. She reached in and latched on to what she wanted. I was jealous because I know what her hands feel like. He was now free to the world and looking for her to finish him off right there. That was all the invitation he needed. He wasted no time in unbuttoning her pants and covering his hands with her juices.
This is probably where most of you are thinking that this is a bit scripted, here's what happened next. As he dismounted her (back to me), she lifted up her hips and he began to pull furiously downward on her jeans, I opened up the door (yes, it was unlocked from when her friend left) and sat next to them. I think they thought their friends had returned because they kept going. His finger was buried deep inside her and she was pulling frantically on his rather small cock. He opened his eyes and saw me sitting on the seat with them. He turned white as a ghost and bailed out the other side. Her jaw dropped, but no words could come out. "I thought so" I said. I should just go. She could only say no, but would not explain herself. I just walked away. She followed me, then her girlfriend came running and tried to pull her away. We ended up going for a walk around the block as it started raining. I made her tell me what happened before I got there. "Nothing much", she said. I stopped her mid sentence as I informed her what I saw and I demanded an explanation if this was ever going to be okay. "Well", "My friend and I were a little buzzed and decided we wanted to put on a show". "I leaned in for a kiss and she started taking my clothes off". She went on to tell me that she was having a hard time with her friends buttons, so she remained clothed, but she was sitting there, in the front seat with her shirt opened, bra on top of her chest and pants/panties around her knees while her friend played with her in front of two strange boys. Being exposed was a complete turn on for her and she came rather quickly. Must have also been the reason she was so eager to allow her boy to return her to that state.
I thanked her for the information and began to kiss her on the sidewalk. "Are you sure?" she asked knowing she had just kissed another guy. I just kept kissing, we were both getting hotter by the second. I pulled her in a dark yard with one of those fences lined with bushes and unbuttoned her pants. She was still dripping wet. I told her it wasn't fair of me to prevent her from getting off like I did and I owed her a great deal for being so rude. I pushed her pants the rest of the way down as she did mine and we worked each other to a very intense orgasm.
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