[pt1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8elejh/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door/)
[pt2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8enztv/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt2/)
[pt3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8eujtc/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt3/)
[pt4](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8ex766/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt4/)
[pt5](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8f3o3w/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt5femdom/)
[pt6](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8f6lj5/watching_my_wife_watch_the_boy_next_door_pt6/)
I was speechless. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My wife…….the love of my life…..the apple of my eye…..the mother to my child…. There she was……….
Wait……No. That’s not right. We weren’t here yet. Let’s back up. Where were we?
**45 Minutes ago**
I didn’t go IN to the store. I just sat out in the parking lot in the dark , watching the minutes on the clock tick by. I was shaking like I as cold but my blood was red hot. All my breaths were shallow and quick. I was light headed. I was sick. But deep down………. I was SOO into it. WAS something going to happen? IS something happening now?
My mind went over every conceivable scenario that could have happened by now . Maybe they just ate dinner. Maybe they just sat and talked. Maybe Matt made the move on her. Maybe she made the move on him. What if she was lusting after that fat little thing he had in his shorts. Maybe that was why she wore them. Maybe as soon as I left she dropped down to her knees at his feet. Maybe he just took it. Maybe she liked it. She might not ever let me fuck her again. She might leave me. She might stay. She might just go over there for sex. Was it better not watching?
My mind even went back to the affair and the look on Crystals face when she walked in on me and my patient. She was hurt. Crushed. Disgusted. Was I going to look the same IF I come home and he is firmly planted between her thighs? I mean I loved the thrill I got from cheating but the the thrill I got at the mere idea of her cheating……..
I couldn’t take it much longer. The minutes were just barely ticking by. They felt like hours. My pants felt damp from the constant stress my leaky cock had been under the last hour or so. I couldn’t help but grab myself and lightly jack here and there. Eventually I even pulled my phone out and started to cruise through some porn. My thumb hit the search box and I found myself searching for something I had never looked for before. It felt dirty…..wrong…… but I typed it anyways
‘W……..I”
Before I finished, a whole list popped. I read through the list of categories I had never even thought about before.
*amatuer wife*
*wife share*
*wife masturbates*
*hot wife*
*wife fucks friend*
*wife fucks stranger*
I read through the list astonished that there were other people out there fantasizing and jacking off to the same things. I wasn’t alone. I clicked on ‘wife fucks friend” and opened a Pandoras Box of homemade videos of men watching and jacking themselves as some larger more dominate male thoroughly fucks and uses their wife.
It wasn’t until, I stumbled across a video of the husband and the wife down on their knees in front of the so called ‘Bull’ that I found what didn’t know I was looking for. She would suck…..then direct it into his mouth and he would suck. The Bull would pull out and slap his face, and ask if he could taste his wife’s pussy on his cock. He then fucked the wife……then fucked the husband.
Of course that video sent me on a whole rabbit trail of videos of husbands cleaning up after their wife and bull, eating cum, sucking dick, double penetrating the wife and so on. By the time it was over, I had my cock pulled out and was lightly jacking under my coat. There was something about this husband, cleaning up his wifes pussy and then ‘cleaning the Bulls cock’ that just had me so turned on. It wasn’t the faces of whoever these people were that I saw when I watched it. No……It was me…..It was Crystal…..and it was Matt.
I had never tasted cum before but I had always expected Crystal to slurp me down without hesitation. An act that she never did. I pulled the coat back and could see the slit of my head glistening in anticipation. My mouth was thirsting for the taste of man. I clasped my cock with my middle finger and thumb and lowered the tip of my index finger down to my soft pink head and ran it over the slit. I pulled my finger back and a long bridge of clear sticky goo bridged out from my cock to my finger before finally breaking off
I studied the clear gooey glaze for a few moments. I smelled it and before I knew it, I had my finger in my mouth, tasting its salty goodness. It was different. Not what I expected. It was a tangy bitter masculine taste. ……..I wanted more. But I didn’t want to waste my load here and now in the parking lot of a grocery store. I wanted to save it for whatever was coming.
I know she told me to wait an hour or so before coming back but I couldn’t wait any longer. It had been 40 minutes, I tucked myself back into my pants, shifted my car into gear and back out of the the parking space. I was in a mad dash to get home. Luckily there weren’t that many people on the road at this hour.
When I pulled into the drive, all the lights in the house were on, upstairs included. I don’t know what I was expecting when I walked in. I had my thoughts……I had my fantasies. I practically jogged up the walkway but when I reached the porch, I was scared and nervous. Again my chest was light. I gripped the door handle to the front door, took a deep breath and began to turn the knob.
I was surprised when I entered the living room to find it empty. The wine was there……the beer was there. But there was no Matt…….and there was no Crystal.
“Hello?” I called out
No response.
*thump thump thump thump thump thump thump*
My heart was going to burst through my chest.
I peered around the corner into the kitchen.
No luck
Thats when I heard it. It was light…….It was distant. But I definitely heard it.
“Was that a moan?” I asked myself, peering at the ceiling as if I had x-ray vision to see through the floor. My eyes got big. My head lowered down to the darkened stairwell and like a man in a trance, I slowly began to pace upward.
“Hello?……….Crystal……..Matt?”
Again no response……….If you don’t count that second moan I heard.
When I ascended the top staircase, my eyes shot over to my bedroom door. It was closed…….but the light was pouring out from underneath. I could see shadows dancing across here and there, telling me……Someone….was in my room.
For some reason I walked slowly, careful not to make any noise. But old wood floors creaked and moaned even louder then normal with each slow step.
I grabbed the door knob. Closed my eyes. Took a deep breath. And slowly turned the knob.
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