You are sitting with your wife and some of her guy friends in the living room and she says, “Hey, I am going to get changed before we go out.”
“Where are we going?” you ask.
Your wife exchanges a troubled glance with the two guys before saying, “Uh, we three had plans. Sorry, I thought I told you.”
“Ok, so I am not invited or something?” you ask.
“No, it’s not like that, I just want to hang out with my friends sometimes and not always be with my husband all the time.” She softens her tone, “No offence, but I need my freedom.”
“Ok, no problem,” you say.
“Hey, do you guys want to come in my room while I get changed?” she asks flippantly, avoiding your eyes.
“Sure,” the two guys mumble, shooting you embarrassed glances.
Your wife flicks you a guilty look, “We will be right back,” she says to you.
Then all three of them just get up and go down the hall into your bedroom. One guy says something you can’t make out and your wife giggles and says, “Shut up!”
Then you hear the bedroom door close and then the click as it locks. You sit there for a minute thinking this over. What the fuck is going on here? Two guys are going into your bedroom to watch your wife get changed to go out? Seriously?
You get up and go down the hall to listen at the bedroom door. You hear stifled laughter, then one of the guys says, “Now take your bra off, too.”
Your wife says something you can’t hear and then both guys say, “Whoa, nice!”
You knock on the door and say, “Hey, what the fuck?”
“I’m getting changed, you can’t come in,” she says.
“You can’t do that in front of those guys,” you complain through the door.
“Why not? They are just friends. Just leave us alone, ok?” she shouts.
You are speechless, you can’t just knock the door down, that would be crazy. There is silence for a while, then rustling and murmuring. You stand at the door listening for a few minutes and pretty soon you start to hear suspicious moaning. Soon after the bed is creaking rhythmically. You know what the fuck is going on, your wife is getting drilled in there. But all the anger just drains away and you feel sort of dejected. So you head back into the living room and plop down, trying to figure out how to handle this. You have to dump her now, and that is a shame, but you are pretty attached to her, so it will be hard to do.
After about thirty minutes the bedroom door unlocks and you hear your wife padding down the hall barefoot. You look over and she is stark naked and her face, tits and belly are all covered in cum. She looks at you sheepishly and smiles, then goes into the kitchen to grab some cold drinks and snacks.
“Sorry about this,” she says. Then heads back down the hall into the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” you ask.
Your wife exchanges a troubled glance with the two guys before saying, “Uh, we three had plans. Sorry, I thought I told you.”
“Ok, so I am not invited or something?” you ask.
“No, it’s not like that, I just want to hang out with my friends sometimes and not always be with my husband all the time.” She softens her tone, “No offence, but I need my freedom.”
“Ok, no problem,” you say.
“Hey, do you guys want to come in my room while I get changed?” she asks flippantly, avoiding your eyes.
“Sure,” the two guys mumble, shooting you embarrassed glances.
Your wife flicks you a guilty look, “We will be right back,” she says to you.
Then all three of them just get up and go down the hall into your bedroom. One guy says something you can’t make out and your wife giggles and says, “Shut up!”
Then you hear the bedroom door close and then the click as it locks. You sit there for a minute thinking this over. What the fuck is going on here? Two guys are going into your bedroom to watch your wife get changed to go out? Seriously?
You get up and go down the hall to listen at the bedroom door. You hear stifled laughter, then one of the guys says, “Now take your bra off, too.”
Your wife says something you can’t hear and then both guys say, “Whoa, nice!”
You knock on the door and say, “Hey, what the fuck?”
“I’m getting changed, you can’t come in,” she says.
“You can’t do that in front of those guys,” you complain through the door.
“Why not? They are just friends. Just leave us alone, ok?” she shouts.
You are speechless, you can’t just knock the door down, that would be crazy. There is silence for a while, then rustling and murmuring. You stand at the door listening for a few minutes and pretty soon you start to hear suspicious moaning. Soon after the bed is creaking rhythmically. You know what the fuck is going on, your wife is getting drilled in there. But all the anger just drains away and you feel sort of dejected. So you head back into the living room and plop down, trying to figure out how to handle this. You have to dump her now, and that is a shame, but you are pretty attached to her, so it will be hard to do.
After about thirty minutes the bedroom door unlocks and you hear your wife padding down the hall barefoot. You look over and she is stark naked and her face, tits and belly are all covered in cum. She looks at you sheepishly and smiles, then goes into the kitchen to grab some cold drinks and snacks.
“Sorry about this,” she says. Then heads back down the hall into the bedroom.
