I remained almost frozen with indecision. Then the man’s strong looking face
bent down to Moira’s again, and they began a long, deep kiss. Oh god, I
thought, he’s putting his tongue into her! If he was, then Moira was clearly
not resisting. The kiss went on and on. The man could be clearly seen
working his fingers inside Moira’s panties now, and with mounting tension
and horror I realised he was thrusting his fingers between her legs from
behind, forcing her mound onto his engorged cock at the front, whilst all
the time keeping his mouth clamped on hers. My wife was being frigged off by
some latin male in front of my very own eyes! I felt my body tense up with
sheer shock, but at the same time I noticed my own prick expanding. I
watched transfixed as Moira was practically fucked on the dance floor and
thought of my own desires to shaft her. It was all too much. I was so
confused. I wanted so desperately to fuck my wife, but if I couldn’t do it I
still wanted to see her getting fucked. The thought of my wife opening her
legs for this man, and being filled with powerful spurts of his semen as he
somehow turned her into a ‘proper’ fuckable woman was almost too much to bear.
Moira hadn’t seen me, but suddenly her partner did. He plainly noticed me
staring, but his only reaction was to say, quite loudly, to my wife: “I’m
going to put one finger up your arse now, and then you’re going to follow me
to my room!” I watched as the shadow of his forefinger made gentle thrusting
movements inside her panties. Moira groaned, a deep, hungry, sexual groan of
desire. He held my wife’s body to him as she wiggled her arse, impaled on
his finger. Moira’s lips curled open, looking thick and sensual, as she
threw her head back, clearly in ecstasy. Whether she was quite cuming or not
was not clear, but to my shame _I_ did! I was conscious of the biggest
erection of my life in my pants and a superb sensuous feeling in the
knob-head of my cock as it pressed against the tight elastic of my pants’
waistband. Then I was cuming helplessly. My spunk flooded out soaking my
trousers, right there on the dance floor. It felt so good, but I almost
collapsed with the joy of release. Even after cuming my shrinking dick moved
slickly through the thick sliminess of my cum, and it still felt great.
My mind was in turmoil though. My wife was by now heading off to her lover’s
room, without ever having noticed my presence. I was helpless with jealousy,
but also overwhelmed by sexual release and sheer physical pleasure. If this
was what being cheated on felt like…. I was interested in knowing more!
Originally posted 2007-12-09 19:18:24. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
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