My wife and I have been married for a few years now. They've been fairly uneventful, no children, no big moves, nothing really. The sex-life has pretty well reflected that. We do it a couple of times a fortnight generally. She just lies there, quite passively while I do my best to get her off. I am generally able to get her to cum with my tongue but she still shows no sign of enjoyment. As for receiving oral sex, well I gave up on that little dream a long time ago. It drives me crazy. She's blonde, slim and has perky little tits and a nice round butt. Her pussy is tight and so wet. She is built to fuck and be fucked, but has never been interested.
While living our boring life I've been studying at university and my wife has been working to support us. She works in a bakery. She cleans and scrubs and does most of the other boring jobs. She hates it, but she works hard and always has a smile on her face.
I hear a lot about her work place, mostly about her bosses. The bakery is owned by a husband and wife who both work there. The husband is the main baker and a real pig. He's in his forties, grumpy and bossy. His wife runs the front of the shop. She's a bitch, also in her forties and always smells of smoke. They are forever arguing about the business, but most of it starts because he's been trying to chat up the girls that work there. She doesn't care about them; she just doesn't want him having any fun. My wife told me one time about him having given her a squeeze on the bum after a job well done. I nearly went up there and ripped his head off, but she made me promise to forget about it.
Between studying and trying to run a home, money has been pretty tight for a while. My wife told me she was taking on extra hours at work. I didn't want her to but we didn't really have a choice. It meant she would be starting at five in the morning and getting home, most days just before me at around five in the evening. Everyday when I got home she was tired and sore. I'd generally find her trying to wash off the day's grime in the shower. I felt terrible that she had to do this to support me, but knew that it would be worth it in the long run. Besides, for some reason our sex life had improved. She was more into it. I still wasn't getting much back but she had started to enjoy what I was giving her.
One day I was at uni when I found that my afternoon classes had been cancelled, some sort of teacher strike apparantly. I got in my car and headed home, hoping to surprise her with an already prepared meal when she got there.
I got out of my car and started walking up to our flat. As I was crossing the street I noticed a fancy looking BMW parked infront of our house but payed no attention. We live on the bottom story of a two story house and our front door is up a narrow footpath by the side of the house. As I rounded the corner of the path and neared the front door which openned directly into the loungeroom, I thought I could hear movement inside. I slowed down and listened very carefully as I continued, picturing all of the things a thief might want from our house. Then I stopped, I heard moaning, low gutteral moaning. I neared the window by the door. The curtain was drawn but I could now hear more clearly, "Of, Yeah, fuckin' little slut, suck it, suck it." My mind was spinning, someone was fucking in my loungeroom! I was still presuming that someone had broken in, a bit dumb I know, but I hadn't yet realised who it was.
I decided to enjoy what I could before throwing these creeps out of my home. I pulled out my cock, rock hard, and started jacking it. As I was listening I began to picture the scene, there were two people in there and one fuckin little slut.' There was deffinitely a guy getting his meat sucked, every now and then when he wasn't abusing her I'd hear him tell her to choke on it or to suck his balls. There was another woman, as far as I could make out she must've been fingering their slut pretty fucking hard. Then I heard the guy, "Yeah, take my wife's cock, take it bitch." A second later I heard a yelp and then I could hear over and over oh fuck yeah, oh fuck me.' My blood ran cold, my wife was in there, it sounded exactly like her, only full of lust. I couldn't belive it, my wife, my prim and proper wife. She would make any excuse to avoid sucking a cock, and I don't think I'd ever heard her swear in bed and yet here she was fucking, or being fucked or something!
I had to see what was happening. I positioned myself next to the other window and could just see through to where they were. There was an older definitely not MILF like woman with her back to me. She had something strapped to her waist and appeared to be pounding my wife with it. My wife was on all fours, groaning and moaning. I couldn't tell if she was in heaven or hell, but she certainly wasn't trying to get away. Watching her body jolted by the shock of each of this woman's thrusts, her tits swaying and her whole being flinching, was mesmerising. I saw the red welts across her arse as Brad, her boss, brought his belt down across one of her cheaks again. I heard her scream and then continue licking his ball sack all the while groaning with the pounding of her pussy. Deb, the haggard bitch, was still slamming her when she bent over and grabbed my wife's tits, digging her finger tips in and leaving more marks on her beautiful skin. My blood was boiling I felt the need to go storming in there and beat the crap through these bastards. It was then that I caught myself silently repeating in my head, "yeah, fuck the slut, make her burn," and I found the cock that I was still yanking was now so hard it ached.
Right at that moment Deb started to swear more and more and became even more violent with her thrusting. My wife's body nearly collapsed as I saw her sobbing from the pain and I enjoyed it. Deb's body started to shake as she came with a fake dong in my wife. The fucking ended, Deb collapsed on my wife. Almost instantly she stopped crying and feverishly grabbed the now only half hard dick before her and began face fucking it for all she was worth. Brad grabbed her by the hair and pummeled her mouth only letting go every now and then to slap her face or arse.
Deb stood to her feet and pulled the dong from my wife's body. I was shocked that her pussy did not appear at all worn. Rather her arsehole was now a red, raw, stretched hole. As it gaped and slowly started to retract I silently prayed that Brad would finish the show by abusing it himself. Sure enough he got to his feet and went behind her, I almost felt that I saw him said an extra glance and a grin towards my hiding spot but ignored that.
Deb got infront of my wife on all fours and without word she started licking every part of Deb that she could reach, cheeks, pussy, dirty arsehole, everything. Meawhile, Brad had picked up his belt once more. He took a swing at either cheek, leaving fresh marks, before swatting her cunt several times. I blew my load there and then, biting my tongue to avoid detection.
He folded his belt and stuck a few good inches of it into her hairy pussy as he lined up and softly screwed her arsehole. As the show was clearly now ending, I took the opportunity to leave undetected.
To be continued.