I’m usually a very private person, I don’t like to share too many personal details about my life, I’ve been told that I keep everyone and everything very compartmentalized. I think that is true, and I like it that way. But this is different. No one here knows who I am, or where I’m from, or anything about me. It’s completely anonymous, and that is the only reason I am here.
I met my wife through a mutual friend, Hannah. Hannah and I went to high school together, we were in most of the same classes, she took Spanish, and I took French, she did band and I took some trade classes, but otherwise we spent those four years together. She went to a good, private college, and I got a two year degree from a community college in our home town. We always maintained a close friendship. I didn’t, and still do not, believe that there was ever any attraction between Hannah and me.
I didn’t have any girlfriends in highschool, and I didn’t think that was strange. I thought all those people going to parties, drinking, and hooking up, I thought that was all just tv, made up. Turns out, no, life was like that for some people. Some people have casual sex. Some girls will hop over the bar and suck some dick. Some guys do high five each other of some chick, creating The Eiffel Tower.
This brings us to my wife, Evie. At first Evie and Hannah would seem to make an unlikely pair, one of them bookish, and the other a dyed in the wool slut. But Evie needed help to graduate, and Hannah wanted to be more social, have more life experiences while she was in college.
The first time I met Evie, they were both juniors in college, and I was already working as an HVAC tech. They were taking a road trip together, and we’re passing through town, so Hannah invited me out for drinks with them. I remembered thinking Evie was attractive, but I immediately recognized that she was out of my league. I spent most of the evening talking to Hannah, and left without thinking twice about Evie. That was over 15 years ago, and they still give each other a secret look whenever that road trip comes up in conversation. Evie doesn’t know that Hannah told me all about it. She told me about Evie sucking the bartender’s dick on the night we met. She told me about when they finally got to the beach and Evie managed to fuck their way onto a yacht. And how Evie so graciously, and selflessly volunteered to be doubled teamed when Hannah didn’t want to fuck the guy that was interested in her.
But I’m getting ahead of myself, Hannah didn’t tell me about all of it, about everything, until I told her that I was planning to ask Evie to marry me. That was when she laid it all out.
No one as attractive and spontaneous, and fun as Evie had ever taken an interest in me. I didn’t understand why she had. Hannah explained to me that Evie’s parents were done supporting her after college, and that Evie’s General Study of the Liberal Arts degree wasn’t going to maintain her in the type of lifestyle she had grown accustomed to. She need someone with a relatively high, and stable income, that she could basically walk all over. I went into the marriage knowing all of this. For over 15 years I have listened to her lie about where she had been, why she had come home from girls night without her underwear. I had paternity tests done for both of my children, without her knowing, and I was legitimately worried about the out comes. So much so that I got a vasectomy after we had our second child.
I would not say that Evie’s promiscuity is an open secret, but we don’t talk about. I don’t look through her phone, I don’t ask her too many questions, and I never check her story, I just avoid the situation. But then she decided to set fire to everything.
Evie started fucking Hannah’s husband.
Hannah and her husband moved here about a year ago. Evie and Brad, Hannah’s husband, had met several times, and they may have already been fucking, I don’t know when it started. But I found out a few months ago. The decision to tell Hannah was far easier than actually telling her. After all, Hannah had not, to her knowledge, married someone that would have sex with her best friend behind her back. This, I explained, is why I don’t have any friends. She was very upset, and called me a coward, told me that I didn’t deserve to be called a man if I would let my wife, the mother of my children, fuck other guys. But she would not stand for it, Evie would have to pay, and Brad could go fuck himself and all the whores he wanted.
How would she make Evie pay? What was Hannah’s plan? It was so simple, and that’s what made it so good.
Hannah had decided that she and I would start fucking. And we would let Brad and Evie catch us.
Hannah and I had not been suppressing a life long attraction to each other. We did not have a few drinks and give in to a moment of passion. No, we sat down with our calendars, and found a few days that we could have some time alone together. The first time was a Tuesday afternoon. We met at her house, she answered the door in nothing but a robe, and dropped it as soon as I was inside. Hannah is a natural redhead, and when I saw that flaming bush I got as hard as had been in a long, long time. I was worried the planning, the force nature of the situation would prevent me from getting hard. But it was, and I am totally serious about this, the best sex I had ever had. Until the next time. And the time after that. And the time after that.
Brad and Evie were more spontaneous, go with the flow kind of people. But they were fairly consistent about fucking in my bedroom of Monday evenings. Hannah and I simply had to beat them to the punch.
Evie and Brad usually walk through my garage door by 5:30 on Monday, and Brad is usually in and out of her by 6:15. Hannah and I had both taken the day off work, and at 5 o’clock we were sitting naked in the bedroom. We planned to start going at it around 5:15, wanting them to walk in before the climax. Hannah had laid out the scene she wanted them to accidentally stumble upon, and it all went perfect.
Hannah was standing, bent at the waist over the bed, facing the door. I was behind her. She was propped up on her elbows, her freckled tits would swinging freely while I plowed away at her from behind. It was very hard to control my orgasm, the expectation of being caught almost as exciting as the the act itself. I heard the front door close, and I picked up speed, and started driving more forcefully into Hannah, leaving red finger prints in the porcelain white skin of her thighs. Hannah was pushing back into me. I held on long enough for the bedroom door to open, to see the expression on their faces, and then I erupted cum inside of her. Hannah’s legs were shaking, her breathing rapid, and shallow, through gritted teeth she commanded me to keep going. I was making eye contact with Evie when Hannah let out the moan to signify her orgasm had arrived. She lifted head up, flipped her hair back, and stared directly at Brad.
The four of us just stood there, in silence, except the sound of Hannah and I still catching our breath. I was still hard, and I unconsciously began to softly pull Hannah’s hips back and forth, the slightest movement on my dick was greatly intensified by the extreme tension of the situation we were in. Hannah and I both completely naked, me still inside her, rocking her back and forth on an erection that had not had enough, not by far. Hannah staring at Brad, my cum dripping out her. Brad and Evie still clinging to each other like lovers, his hand up her shirt, hers down his pants.
Evie broke the spell when she looked away from me and into Brad’s eyes. She put on her biggest smile and said “I’m pregnant!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xfawq5/cheating_couple_gets_walked_in_on