I watched as he withdrew the head of his dick from my wife’s vaginal opening. It was glistening even more than before. I watched as he effortlessly slid it back into her. I watched as her vaginal lips parted to accept his manhood. I watched his helmet disappear again and again into her, my wife of all these years. He was doing to her internal opening that in which he had done to her outer folds. He was taking his time, torturing me and pleasing her. I watch as he slowly entered her a little deeper with each stroke. I knew the feeling he was receiving from her pussy. I had felt it for many years. That wonderful feeling you get from her wetness, warmth and tightness as you enter her womb opening. I loved that feeling. I could cum in minutes from just entering her with my dickhead. At that moment I envied him so much. I wanted release so badly. I wanted and needed to cum also, but all I could do was watch. Watch him spread her thighs with his vein encircled dick. Watch her accept him into the depths of her soul. Watch as he was enjoying what, up until now, I thought was for me and only me to enjoy.
I could see her juice dripping from her vagina. It was making a trail down her taint wetting her asshole. I wanted so badly to taste her. I knew how sweet her vaginal fluid tastes when she is aroused. I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to move I was mesmerized watching his dick disappear deeper and deeper into my wife. He was now about half way into her. He wasn’t any bigger or longer than I nor was he any wider in girth, so I knew that she was easily accepting him. I watched, I watched as he slowly filled her. I watched as she was beginning to meet his downward thrust with an upward movement of her hips. She was trying to get more of him into her. She was no longer passive in her coupling with this guy.
I wondered again how many times in the past had she wantonly forced another's dick into her married pussy. How many times had this guy been inside my wife and why. Was it because she needed more sex, better sex or was it because she felt that she wasn’t being fulfilled by me. Maybe it was because she somehow felt I deserved to be cheated on because I was guilty of the same. Regardless she was here now with this guys dick up her pussy and I was being forced to watch as she thrusts into him. He was now buried fully into her. I could smell their fucking, the scent was prevalent throughout the room. This added to my discomfort as well as to my raging hard-on.
