My Wife And Her Ex Surprise Me When I Come Home

Kitty can’t say no to her hung friend, let alone wait for me

When I walked in the door, the first thing I saw was my wife on all fours getting fucked from behind by a man I didn’t know.

Work had been slow. I lingered at the coffee stand, made small talk with my colleagues, and generally tried to pass the time. It didn’t help that Kitty had told me she was going to see an old friend for coffee. And it really didn’t help when she later informed me they were going by our place for a drink since they were having so much fun.

Just as the bell struck five, I grabbed my coat to head home and got one last text.

“His cock is so much bigger than I remember.”

I was hard as I jumped on the subway and imagined a thousand things. We had been to a few swinger’s parties as observers, and we often fantasized about Kitty being with other men. She was somewhat shy in our role-playing, though. And I never thought she’d go much further than fantasizing about it.

But this was something else entirely.

My wife was at home with an old friend, and whatever hesitation she had seemed to have vanished.

Bigger than she remembered? Had she told me this was a guy she used to sleep with? Was it an ex-boyfriend? There was so much I didn’t know!

They didn’t stop when I opened the door.

I dropped my bag, tossed my coat onto a chair, and looked down at my wife. She looked up with big eyes as a strong young man gripped her ass and plunged his thick bare cock into her again and again.

“Are you angry?” she asked me in between moans.

“A little,” I said, unable to look away.

“Jealous?”

“Completely,” I said.

There was a long pause as Kitty closed her eyes and bit her lip. His pounding was hitting all the right spots; the look on my wife’s face was not one I had seen before. She was in complete and utter ecstasy.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I knelt before her, reached down, and tilted her head up so our eyes met.

“No,” I whispered as she braced herself on both hands.

“She’s so much tighter than I remember,” Robert said.

That was his name, wasn’t it? I was sure she had told me that morning, but I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I certainly didn’t think I’d come home to find Robert fucking my wife raw on our living room floor.

“When was the last time you two fucked?” I asked, unsure who I was addressing.

“You don’t want to know,” Robert said with a laugh. “It was definitely since you’ve been married, though, isn’t that right, Kitty Cat? How soon after your wedding did you call me and tell me you missed this big cock?”

“Please don’t be mad,” she moaned as she pushed back against him. “You told me how hot it was and how you loved thinking about me fucking other men. Big men. Hung men. I just wanted to see if I liked it as much as you did.”

“How many times?” I asked her. “How many times have you fucked him since we’ve been married?”

“Just a few times, I swear. It’s been over a year since the last time. I’ve been so good!”

“But still just as slutty as I remember, eh, babygirl?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll always be a slut for you.” Kitty blushed when she said it, but her face showed no regret. This was how they fucked, and I was seeing the truth of it.

With that, Robert lifted my wife with one hand around her throat. Both of them stood utterly naked and moved to the couch as I knelt on the floor, unable to move. He sat down, grabbed her ass, and pulled her onto his lap, still facing me.

I moved in closer like I was being drawn in by an unseen force, and I watched as she took his thick cock in hand and guided it back to her eager pussy.

Kitty’s eyes opened wide when he entered her again, and she began to come harder than I had ever seen her come.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” she moaned as she turned to kiss him. “And it’s so fucking hot having him watch.”

She turned to face me as she braced herself on his knees, clenching around him as her orgasm tore through her body.

“He’s so much bigger than you,” she moaned, staring right into my eyes. “And I love the way he fucks me. Do you like watching, baby? Do you like seeing his fat cock stretch me open? It’s okay; you can tell me.”

I wanted to scream and run. I wanted to call her a whore and walk out the door. I wanted a thousand things I didn’t understand.

But instead, I said this.

“It’s so hot,” I said, admitting my truth. “It’s so hot watching him split you open. I can’t believe he’s lasting so long.”

“Well, I already came down her throat at the restaurant and then in her pussy on the cab ride home. Isn’t that right, babygirl? You let your Daddy fuck you wherever he wants.”

His evil laugh made my cock pulse as I realized everything she did for him that she never did for me. She was sweet and sexy, and she loved to make love to me. But this was someone I didn’t know, and I barely recognized her.

“Anywhere you like, Daddy,” she moaned, still staring at me as if daring me to stop them. “I’ll do anything for your cum.”

“Such a good girl,” he growled, lifting her until the head of his cock popped out. She let out a cry of protest before he dropped her back down, impaling her as deep as he could go. “Now Daddy’s going to come in you again. Just like you deserve.”

And then I watched as the thick vein that ran the length of his dick began to pulse. His balls tightened, and the muscles in his arms grew tout. Kitty cried out as he began to come, and I could see him flooding my wife’s pussy for at least the second time that day.

Without thinking, I leaned in and pressed my mouth to her clit. He fucked into her as I licked her and her moans grew louder with each second. When he finally lifted her again, I tasted a drop of his cum on the tip of his cock before pushing my tongue deep inside her.

I had thought about doing just that a thousand times, but the reality was so much better. I could taste her and him, and some part of me wanted to devour her like never before. I was insatiable for her freshly fucked pussy, and I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t heaven as I knelt on the floor eating his cum and hers.

“Fuck, I love you,” Kitty moaned, holding me between her legs with both hands behind my head. She came again as I licked her, and Robert’s cock stayed hard between her legs.

When I finally came up for air, Kitty’s whole body shook as the final shivers of her orgasm left her. She pulled me up and kissed me, swirling her tongue over mine so she might taste his cum.

“That was so fucking hot,” she said, turning to kiss Robert too.

“I almost didn’t believe you when you said he wanted to watch. It was too good to be true. But that was hot, dude. Especially when you were right in there watching us fuck.”

I fell back, my cock aching inside my pants as I stared at their naked bodies, still swollen from fucking and smelling like sex ten times over.

“Do you want to fuck me too, baby?” Kitty asked, sinking to the floor. I nodded as she undid my pants and hovered above me, her cunt still dripping.

“How long do you think you’ll last, handsome? A minute? A few seconds? How long will my little cucky last in this freshly-fucked pussy?”

I started to come the second I was inside her, and she laughed as she leaned down to kiss me again. She didn’t get up as I trembled beneath her, and her kiss was somehow reassuring. I looked into her eyes, and she wiped away my tears.

“It’s okay,” she said with a kind smile. “I love you so much. So fucking much, baby. Are you happy I made your fantasy come true?”

“I think so,” I said, glad to have my wife back, even if only for a moment. “It was so hot.”

“That’s good,” she said, lifting herself off my limp cock.

She opened her eyes wide, and I realized that Robert had slid down behind her and forced his fat cock inside her one more time as she knelt over me, looking down.

“Don’t look away,” she said, holding my chin by one hand. “Don’t ever look away.”

“I promise,” I said as I watched for a second time as my wife got fucked right in front of my eyes.

I was jealous and in love.

And I never wanted to go back.