I’m a 39 year old male who is married to a 28 year old. My wife’s name is Amy and she’s beautiful. Despite the age difference, we get along well. We live in the Indianapolis area. I own a business and Amy works at a professional job. Although we have plenty of money, Amy chooses to continue to work and delay having a family.
Our sex life isn’t very exciting, but at least we have sex. Its far too rare for my liking. I’m not a great lover. I’ve got some health issues that make it difficult for me to maintain an erection. Thank god for medication. But even with this help, I can tell Amy is often left unfulfilled. Most of the time, she doesn’t seem to mind. She’ll hug me after and snuggle. There are times in the heat of the moment when she verbally expresses her disappointment with my condition. I’m probably 6’2” and 240 lbs, but I need to lose some serious weight. The extra weight also contributes to my health issues.
Amy by contrast is beautiful. She is relatively thin but in a healthy way. She exercises nearly daily during her lunch break and you can tell. Like all women, she thinks her ass is too big. Its not. Its perfect. Her legs are toned. She has dark hair that smells great and bright eyes. Her breasts are relatively small. The one time I looked I believe her bra was 34b. She’s extremely sociable and talkative. If she had one bad side, its probably the fact that she is materialistic. She came from a family with money and always expects to spend her money on very nice things.
As a nice weekend away, we headed up to Chicago for the night. We went to a play and were staying at a nice hotel downtown. After the show we went to grab a drink at a nice upscale martini bar near the hotel. I was wearing a jacket and tie. Amy looked great in a tight black dress that came down to mid thigh. Her stockings were dark and they were the type that was held up by a garter belt. She knows that it drives me crazy to see her in those. Amy’s hair was done up and she had her jewelry and makeup on. She simply looked classy in every sense of the word.
It was relatively late, but we weren’t tired at all. The bar was pretty full. There were no tables open so we sat down at the bar itself. We had a few drinks. It doesn’t take Amy long to start feeling it since she doesn’t drink much. For myself, I really need to be careful how much I drink due to my medications.
The gentleman playing the piano had stopped. We could tell it was getting late and a few tables opened up. The next moment the gentleman playing the piano was seated down at the bar next to Amy. He said hello and ordered a drink. He was a black man in his late 40s most likely. He had short hair, an engaging smile and seemed to be just generally big. He was probably no taller than I was, but he just seemed to more bulky.
Amy immediately started complimenting him on his piano skills. She is always very social, but when she is drinking it probably compounds itself. She was leaning into him and talking closer to his ear than she might normally. It really was no big deal. She wasn’t flirting at all, but I imagine a stranger could misinterpret it. I introduced myself. His name was Earl.
We continued to drink together for the next hour or so. Earl bought us drinks. We drank them. I bought a round of drinks and we all drank them. You’ve got to understand that Amy probably had at least 4 glasses of either martinis or wine at this point. Although I had mostly beer that evening, I was starting to feel drowsy.
I probably stopped talking as much as I got a bit sleepy. Amy didn’t notice and seemed to just talk more. I looked over at Earl and he was patiently nodding and smiling as she spoke. He wasn’t leaning in or touching her except for an occasional gesture. I could tell he was looking right into her eyes as she spoke, and I can only imagine that he found her as beautiful as I did.
I was getting sleepy and asked Amy if we should head back. Amy protested that she was having fun. We all agreed to have a couple more drinks at the bar underneath our actual hotel. It was a short walk. We found a table and sat down to order. Even before the first drink was done, I knew I was crashing. Amy wasn’t even paying attention to me anymore. She was smiling more than ever and was right next to Earl while they talked. He periodically would look down at her pert breasts or her thighs as she talked to him. I recall thinking that it was somewhat natural. Even I look at pretty girls occasionally.
I announced that I had to go upstairs and lie down for a second. Amy refused to go up and said she’d join me in a while. Earl seemed like a gentleman, but it really was getting a bit too close. I couldn’t cause a huge scene. I headed back up to the elevator to my room. I got a drink of water and lied down. My intention was that I would take a 15 minute cat nap and then go back down.
I didn’t fall asleep. My nerves started to grow. I started to get more and more worried about Amy and what she was doing. As I drank more water, I started to gain my senses. I refreshed my face and changed into more comfortable clothes. I ate something and headed back down to the hotel bar.
When I got down there, the first thing that I saw was Amy leaning into Earl. His arm was around her shoulder and he was whispering something into her ear. She giggled and I could see her stare at his crotch. He brought her hand over and must have set it on his lap. I couldn’t see because the table was blocking most of my view, but it appeared that Amy had her hand in his crotch area.
They whispered some more and suddenly Amy slid away just slightly. She had a bizarre nervous smile on her face and I could tell she was sitting up. Suddenly Earl reached over and put his hand between her legs under the table. Immediately I saw Amy’s eyes widen suddenly in delight and then shut to enjoy the sensation. It appeared that Earl was touching her pussy. I couldn’t see a thing. He leaned into Amy and kissed her. She gladly accepted. There was no hesitation. They whispered some more and Earl got up and started walking.
For some reason, I hid. It wasn’t like I should have hidden. It wasn’t me that was playing with another man’s wife. But all the same, I stepped around a corner and out of the way. Earl walked off. I wasn’t sure what the heck just happened. I walked a bit further and called Amy on her cell phone. She answered. She sounded completely normal as if nothing had been happening. She told me that she was going to stay awhile and have some water before heading up. She told me to go to sleep and not worry.
Just a few minutes later, Earl came back. He kissed Amy on the cheek, held out her hand and escorted her off. They went back into a corridor. It was obvious that they were going to some empty conference rooms. I couldn’t really follow them back without getting caught. Again I couldn’t understand why I was trailing them, but yet not stopping it. I became confused.
I went down the corridor slowly. I heard Earl around the corner say “its locked”. And then he spoke to Amy and said something about “over here”. I couldn’t see them but could tell they were up ahead around a corner.
When I got my nerve to slide around the corner, I realized that there was a big open atrium type area. It was the type of area that might be used as a waiting area or break area for those going into the conference rooms. There were couches and the lighting was only dimmed. I could see Amy standing up towards a back corner. Earl was going crazy kissing her. He had her dress hiked up and I could just see the top whiteness of her thighs above her stockings. Her black heels were still on. She looked like a high price call girl almost. He was fingering her, and pawing her and seemed to love it. I saw Earl finger Amy and then put his lips to her mouth. I’d hear her giggle and coo in response.
With an instant, Amy broke off and started rubbing his pants. She dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. She dropped to her knees and started sucking him. It looked large. I could tell Amy wasn’t going all the way down on it. Earl gently stroked her head and seemed engaged by looking down and trying to view her pretty lips going over his cock. Amy had never been a big fan about sucking me. Here she was acting like a complete whore for a man that she just recently met.
I contemplated stopping it. But I didn’t. I tried actually to move closer, but could not. There was too much risk of being caught. Within a few minutes, Amy was being bent over the back of a couch. Her dress was hiked up and Earl was mounting my beautiful wife. I could barely see her facial expressions, but I could hear her well. I heard the initial gasp as he slide into her. I heard each of Earl’s grunts as he fucked my wife. I heard Amy whimpering and gasping. I occasionally heard Amy mumble….oh fuck.
It wasn’t long, but I could tell Amy had orgasmed. It was undeniable. Earl actually stopped at one point. He was mumbling something, and then all of a sudden Amy turned back around. I could tell he was offering his cock to her. The light must have been a bit different and I saw it more plainly in the distance. It looked shiny and big. Amy was down for just a moment before Earl positioned her onto a couch.
He was fucking her again. This time Earl seemed more intent. He was going fast. Perhaps he was worried about getting caught, but he was hammering her relentlessly. Amy couldn’t even contain her noises now. She was getting fucked seriously in a way that I never had taken her.
Earl sped up for one more quick series of thrusts and then collapsed. He had cum. I didn’t know if it was in her or on top of her. They laid motionless for a minute and were just kissing. They whispered and were back up. They started to clean themselves up. I slid out of the room and ran upstairs back to my room.
About 30 minutes later, Amy walked into the room. She spent a few minutes poking around and I could tell she was about to take a shower. She assumed I was asleep. I wasn’t. I was too curious to know whether she had taken his cum. I was still hard. As the alcohol wore off, I found my erection growing. I had to make a move.
I got up and entered the bathroom. Amy was in a robe and taking off her makeup. She immediately saw my pecker poking out and just said “oh looks like someone was having some nice dreams.” I realize that my cock probably looked small in comparison towards what she just saw. Amy saw that look in my eye and said “oh honey, not now…its late….”
I didn’t care. I wouldn’t be stopped. I knelt down in front of her and tried to lick her thighs. She pushed me away and said she wasn’t in the mood. I reached out my hand and started to finger her. She was gooey. He had definitely cum inside her. “I’m not in the mood…its been a long day”: is what Amy barked out. I didn’t care. I put my mouth to her crotch again. Amy seemed to resign herself. Or maybe she wanted it. Either way, she didn’t push me off this time. She seemed nervous. It was obvious. A few times I looked up and I could sense a nervous look in her eye. I think she wondered if I could tell. It was almost as if she was curious to know whether I tasted Earl.
I proceeded to eat Amy like I hadn’t in a long time. I appreciated her ripe puffy pussy. I felt Earl’s semen still inside her as my mouth sucked at my wife. I was wacking off full force now. My hand was on my penis and moving up and down. As Amy reached orgasm, she bucked up and down on my mouth. She grinded against my lips until I could almost not breathe. It was too much for me. I came in my hand.
She simply smiled at me lovingly and said “do you feel better now.” I did feel better. I cleaned up and climbed into bed. Amy joined in a bit. This happened relatively recently, but I haven’t admitted to her that I know. I do wonder how many other times this has happened. I don’t know whether I should confront her or not. I am afraid that she will leave me if I inquire about it. I am also embarrassed to admit that I enjoyed it to her. I am worried she’ll think I am a perv. Its eating me up inside though. I keep replaying what I saw. The mental anguish of realizing my wife cheats behind my back is both stressful but also erotic. Confused.