I didn't pay any attention to
where I was going--I was in a daze. I just drove and
tried to figure out why I hadn't charged into the
bedroom and kicked the fuck out of both of them. I
couldn't understand why I got so excited watching my wife
being fucked by a stranger for an ebony anal creampie.
A couple of hours
later, I realized that I was back in front of my house,
and the strange car was gone. I parked and went
inside.
Maria was in the living room. "You're home
early!" she said, as though no ebony anal creampie had happened. "Yeah,
" I said. "I don't feel well."
I couldn't
even look at her. I walked slowly to the bedroom, and
I thought for just an instant that I could detect
the faint smell of ebony anal creampie in the air. Maybe it was my
imagination. I looked at our bed, where just a short while ago
my wife was fucking some guy's brains out, and the
thought of getting under the covers both repelled and
attracted me. The attraction and my fever won, and I
crawled under the sheets. Maria came in and told me that
she'd make me some soup.
After that, I started
leaving work early on a regular basis. I learned that
Maria was fucking three different guys, each one on a
different afternoon. The more I learned, the more tormented
I became. I started creeping around to the back of
the house and watching through the window. My wife's
ebony anal creampie routine rarely changed. Her lover would arrive at 1, and
she would be waiting in the bedroom wearing sexy
lingerie. The front door was always unlocked, and the guy
just walked right in. She always sucked their cocks
first, then told them to eat her pussy until she came.
Then they would fuck her for an hour or two till the ebony anal creampie and leave.
They fucked her mouth and she swallowed down their
cum. They fucked her shaved pussy. They fucked her
tight asshole. And while they fucked her, I stood
outside the window in the back yard and jerked off. Which
made me feel even more ashamed and humilated.
