CUCKOLD / CHEATING WIFE / HOT WIFE / ANNIVERSARY

I Came Home to My Cheating Wife and Fell in Love All Over Again

It was our anniversary and I came home to find another man fucking my wife. God, she was so beautiful!

I planned to surprise Jennie, coming home early Friday afternoon with flowers, a box of chocolate truffles, and dinner reservations at a fancy Italian place that was perfect for special occasions. It was our four-year anniversary, and I wanted nothing more than to celebrate with my gorgeous wife.

Jennie was twenty-six with a body that was every man’s desire and every woman’s envy. I was twenty-nine, working as a business analyst at a private investment firm. Jennie’s job allowed her to work remotely, and I would often come home to find her at her laptop in the living room in just panties and T-shirt — the most beautiful sight imaginable!

It was a little past three o’clock when I arrived at our apartment. I wanted to be as quiet as possible, hoping to jump into the living room and surprise her, so I gently opened the door and slipped inside, then closed the door behind me.

Our apartment had a short foyer with a bathroom and guest room on the left, and the kitchen and living room farther ahead. I heard a gasp and sharp cry from the living room, and realized Jennie was watching some movie that happened to be in the middle of a sex scene. What timing!

I smiled and crept forward, the bouquet of flowers in one hand and the box of chocolate truffles in the other. The sounds of sex continued, growing louder and more passionate — panting and gasping, followed by another sharp cry that sounded oddly familiar.

The cry was just like the cry Jennie made when we had sex!

A few more steps brought me to the kitchen, and to the open area of the apartment’s main room, featuring our sofa, recliner, and entertainment center. The TV wasn’t on, and the sounds I had heard hadn’t been from a movie at all.

Jennie was bent halfway over the back of the sofa, and another man stood behind her, his hands cupping her breasts as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy from behind.

I stood in utter shock, my eyes wide and my mouth open. The bouquet and box of chocolates tumbled from my hands.

The man, whoever he was, still had his shirt on, but was otherwise naked. He was just an average guy, somewhere in his mid-twenties, clean-shaven and sporting spiky hair. Jennie, bent over the sofa, was completely naked, and her panties lay on the floor next to the guy’s pants, shoes, and underwear.

“Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah…” Jennie panted as the man fucked her, her body jerking with every thrust. Her mid-length hair swayed over her face, blocking her view of me.

With every thought and feeling I knew I should be having — the panic, the rage, the jealousy, the hurt of her betrayal — I found myself hopelessly enraptured by just how beautiful she was…

God, she was so fucking beautiful! My heart pounded in my chest, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as though I was in love all over again.

The man turned his head slightly, seeing me for the first time. A look of surprise flashed across his face, but he didn’t stop fucking my wife. Instead, he took his hands from her breasts and slid them down to grip her waist, thrusting faster. Her breasts swayed in sync to his thrusts, and she gasped again, her body shaking.

“Oh, God! Oh, yeah!” Jennie cried. “Oh! Your cock feels so good!”

Another moment passed, and my lack of reaction must have signaled to the man that I wasn’t going to stop him. He wrapped one arm around Jennie’s waist, pulling her upright, then turned her to face me, still thrusting into her from behind. Her eyes were half-closed, her body swaying from the thrusts, but only a moment passed before she noticed me watching.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her eyes widening in panic.

The man kept thrusting and I just stood there, gawking. Jennie’s mouth hung open, her breasts swaying with every thrust, the man holding her by her waist as he continued fucking her from behind. She wore a look of utter surprise and bewilderment, clearly wondering what I was going to do or say.

But I didn’t know what to do or what to say. A whirlwind of emotions washed over me, but seeing her like that — being fucked by another man — was just so fucking hot! My cock swelled in my pants, pressing against the front of my trousers, and I found my hand slowly rubbing that growing bulge.

I knew I shouldn’t feel this way… I should have been angry, furious even. Any other man would have flown into a rage, knocking his wife’s illicit lover to the floor and pummeling his face. But that’s not what I felt, not in the least. My heart was racing, the carnal heat rising inside me. I was turned on watching him fuck her like that — seeing her pleasure and his, knowing how much he enjoyed her body, and how much she enjoyed her adulterous affair.

All these thoughts went through my mind as her lover continued fucking her. Neither said anything, but both watched me as I watched them. Something must have passed between us; some kind of unspoken sign or signal of approval. Perhaps it was simply the lack of an angry response. Perhaps it was the raw desire they saw reflected in my eyes. Perhaps it was my hand rubbing the bulge in my crotch.

The man turned her to the couch again, bending her over and thrusting deeper. They angled slightly, giving me a better view, and I saw his cock appearing and disappearing into her hot, wet hole. The man was big — at least seven inches, and maybe even eight — his shaft rock hard and pumping into her like some kind of sex machine.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Jennie cried.

They fucked like that for another minute or more, both gasping and panting in pleasure. Then the guy pulled out, his cock glistening with her wetness. She turned around and placed her butt against the top of the sofa’s back, glancing at me only briefly before looking to her lover again.

He lifted her legs, spreading her wide, and eased his hard cock into her pussy again. He fucked her slowly this time, both of them gazing into each other’s eyes, his strong arms gripping her thighs and her legs wrapped around his waist. The only sound was the wet in and out of his cock, her quiet panting, and his steady breathing.

I just watched them, my hand still clutching my bulging cock, straining in my pants. I wanted to whip it out and jerk off, but I resisted the urge.

The man began thrusting faster, leaning forward to bring his face closer to hers. Jennie wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him toward her, and their lips met in a kiss. He pumped his cock faster as their kiss deepened, the sofa shaking with his powerful thrusts, and her arms and legs clutched him tight.

They fucked at an almost frantic pace for the next few minutes, and my wife broke off the kiss to cry out, her body shaking. But her arms and legs still held him close.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” came Jennie’s sharp cries of pleasure. She threw her head back and gasped again, quivering in a whole-body orgasm. “Ahhhhhh!”

“Uh… Uh… Uh…” the man grunted, still pounding her with his cock. Then his body jerked, and I saw his buttocks clench tight. He rammed deep three times, grunting each time as he climaxed. “Huhh! Huhh! Hhhhnnnnh!”

He was cumming! He was cumming in my wife’s pussy!

They stayed coupled together, his cock buried deep inside her, both gasping and panting to catch their breath. Their lips touched again and again for several quick kisses, followed by another deep kiss as Jennie’s legs tightened around him, as though trying to keep his cock buried deep inside.

After another minute or so, they relaxed and he stepped back. His semi-hard cock slipped out of her, covered in a mix of his spunk and her juices. Jennie hopped off the back of the couch and knelt, taking hold of his cock as she brought her mouth closer. She licked his balls and her tongue followed up the length of his shaft before she engulfed his manhood completely.

My wife began sucking on his cock, doing more than just cleaning oof his cum. She was trying to get him hard again. I swallowed, licking my lips as I watched them. Neither looked at me — Jennie was too busy sucking him, and he just looked down at her, running his hands through her hair as her head bobbed back and forth.

I continued rubbing my cock through my pants as I watched, two minutes becoming three, and three stretching on to five as she sucked his cock. By then he was completely erect, her lips sliding back and forth over his rigid shaft. His breathing picked up, and his hips began rocking back and forth. He was getting close and my wife knew it. She wrapped her arms around his waist, sucking his cock even faster.

“Oh… Oh, yeah…” he grunted. Both hands clutched her head and his body shook. “Ghhnnngh!”

Her throat flexed as she swallowed, and she pulled back just enough that I saw his cock throbbing as he came. His cock slipped out of her mouth, shooting two more loads across her face. She rubbed the head of his cock on her cheeks, smearing cum around, then she gave a few licks to clean him off. When she was done, the man’s limp cock dangled spent and satisfied over his low-hung balls.

He stepped away to grab his clothes, and Jennie stood, running her hands over her sweaty, naked body before turning to face me. She walked toward me, semen dribbling down her inner thighs, and stopped just in front of me. She smiled and bent down, picking up the bouquet of flowers I had dropped.

“Thank you, honey,” she said, her deep brown eyes meeting mine. “These are perfect!”

She brought her face in close for a kiss, and I saw the semen glistening on her chin, her lips, and cheeks. My arms wrapped around her and I met her kiss, tasting the sharp musk and saltiness of the other man’s spunk, both inside her mouth and dribbled on her face. Our kiss deepened, my tongue pushing into her mouth, exploring her and tasting her, and tasting her lover, too.

The man slipped past me. His footsteps receded and the door to our apartment opened and closed.

After a minute or so, I pulled back from the kiss and smiled. “Happy anniversary, honey,” I said, my heart fluttering as I spoke. “I got you some chocolates, too, and made us a nice dinner reservation.”

I saw her face light up in the most wonderful way, her smile beaming and her eyes almost dancing. She knew how turned on I was, and how thrilled I had been watching the other man fuck her. Neither of us said anything about it, and our understanding was implicit. She no longer needed to hide her adulterous affairs, as I would let her fuck whoever she liked — happy she was enjoying her lovers as they enjoyed her.

“I’d better get ready then,” she said, taking the bouquet and chocolates. “We don’t want to be late for our anniversary date!”

She hurried back to our bedroom and I smiled. A whole new world had opened before us, and I was truly in love all over again.

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