by Catey Redd
In fact, we were going to go back to our hotel room later and fuck so hard and good, now that it had been building up for a couple of days.
My wife was going to ride me like a bronco, she'd said.
So, she could dance with her old boyfriend all she wanted, I smiled to myself.
I didn't want to seem to anyone like I was bothered by my wife dancing with Clark, since they all knew all too well from having gone to school with them that the two of them had dated way back in the day.
I purposely ignored them, turning away and drinking my beer and just enjoying the music and talking to some of the others for a while.
Chapter Three
An hour passed very quickly.
I was engrossed in conversation with two of Sloane's old friends, talking about the local politics of the area, and I'd lost track of time.
I turned to where Sloane and Clark had been dancing earlier, but they weren't there. I looked around and didn't see them anywhere.
"Have you seen my wife?" I asked Crystal.
"Oh, I think her and Clark went for a walk a little while ago," she said.
I got a weird feeling in my gut for the briefest of moments, but I laughed it off.
"Uh oh, I'd better go find her before something happens!" I joked to Crystal.
She looked at me with a funny grin and said, "Yeah, maybe you'd better, they sure looked like they were enjoying each other's company, just like the old days!"
The smile vanished from my face as Crystal laughed a little.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing like that!" she said.
I nodded and turned and started walking down the main drag, looking to my left and right for my wife and her...friend.
The festival was still very crowded, and it was hard to find someone in particular, especially now that it was dark outside, even though the main areas of the fest were very well lit.
Finally, I saw them way up ahead of me, standing near a lemonade stand.
I exhaled, laughing at myself for being so paranoid.
I figured they had been dancing up a storm together and they needed to go get something to drink.
I continued walking towards them, when I saw my wife look around in all directions, although she didn't appear to see me, because at that moment she leaned into him as he leaned into her, and they started to kiss.
I stopped in my tracks, staring ahead, wondering if my eyes were playing tricks on me.
They weren't.
It was my wife.
And Clark.
Kissing.
More than kissing, really. They were making out.
Clark's hands were all over my wife's ass, and she was holding onto him, and their bodies were getting closer and closer together.
I was shocked. I couldn't believe this was happening.
Now I was getting angry.
That guy had no right to kiss my wife, but my wife was clearly enjoying it, too, and encouraging it.
They were both going to have a lot to answer for. I didn't want to make a big scene right in the middle of the festival, though.
I wasn't sure how to handle it. I stood there thinking about what to do. I started to think all kinds of thoughts.
Was this the first time my wife had kissed another man since we were married?
I had no idea.
Then I started to think, well, this was a unique thing. This was her old ex-boyfriend, not some random stranger.
Maybe in the grand scheme of things, what they were doing was actually pretty harmless.
Maybe I was overreacting? I wasn't sure.
Slowly, I moved closer to them amid the mass of people all walking up and down the concourse.
I got about 25 yards away and I could see that Clark was talking into my wife's ear.
I saw her nod, and then he took her by the hand and they started hurrying down towards the parking lot.
I began to follow them.
It was getting darker and darker as we got to the parking lot, which wasn't really a parking lot but just a gigantic field where hundreds upon hundreds of vehicles, mostly pickup trucks, were parked.
There were some people around, coming and going from their vehicles, but not a lot. Especially in the dark corner of the field where I could see Clark leading my wife.
I ducked down as I darted between cars, keeping my eyes on the two of them.
Finally, I saw them stop next to the rear of a pickup truck. It was dark, but my eyes were used to it now, and I could see enough. I could see them kissing again.
I looked around. There wasn't anybody else close to this part of the lot.
I was about four rows over, watching them.
Slowly, carefully, I moved closer. I don't know why I didn't just run over there and stop them. Something was stopping me from doing that.
It wasn't that I was scared of Clark. At least, I didn't think I was. I think it was more that I was terrified of the confrontation.
If I confronted my wife doing whatever she was doing with him, would that be the end of our marriage, right there on the spot?
I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't ready for any of this, I didn't ask her to start making out with her old boyfriend and run off into a dark, vehicle-filled field with him for who knows what reason, but, I still didn't want everything I had with Sloane to end right there in the makeshift parking lot.
But I had to know what was going on, even if it was making me sick to my stomach.
As I got closer, I could hear the kissing sounds, the moaning sounds.
I crouched behind the back of a truck, just on the other side of where they were, peering around the corner of the vehicle so I had a perfect view of them in each other's arms, their lips and their hands all over each other.
Then things started to get a lot more intense in a hurry. My wife reached down and started undoing his belt as he slid her shirt up and started fondling her tits over her bra.
My mouth was hanging open as I watched. It was like I was nailed to the spot. Even if I did want to jump up and stop this, I felt like I couldn't.
I felt powerless to do a damned thing.
The two of them glanced around to see if anybody was around and I ducked back behind the truck and held my breath.
I could hear the moaning sounds resuming a few seconds later, so I slowly peeked again, and I could see that my wife's hand was down the front of Clark's pants and moving around.
He had his head down between my wife's breasts as she tipped her head back, her long blonde hair flowing down her shoulders as she ran her fingers through his hair and moaned, "Ohh Clark, it's even bigger than I remember it…."
Chapter Four
Holy shit, my wife had Clark’s cock in her hand.
The cock he had fucked my wife with all those years ago.
"Maybe y'all should get reacquainted," I heard Clark say.
My wife quickly dropped to her knees in front of him, pulling his pants and boxers down far enough to free his cock.
From where I was crouched, I couldn't see his dick both because it was dark and Sloane was in the way, but the way her head was moving forward and backward and the way her arm was moving, it was obvious she was blowing him.
I had to bring my hand up to my mouth to muffle a gasp.
I was completely stunned.
My wife was actually sucking Clark's cock.
He was looking down at her, grabbing a big handful of her hair, muttering, "Yeah, that's it, baby, you're still so fucking good at that."
When I heard that, a feeling suddenly came over me. A very familiar feeling, but it made no sense that I would be feeling it now, watching this.
I was turned on as fuck.
There was no denying it.
My cock was even starting to get really hard in a hurry.
This made no sense.
That was my wife. My beautiful wife. The woman who meant everything to me. Sucking another man's cock here in the darkness, in secret.
But it was undeniable, the wa
y I felt.
I couldn't even chalk it up to just being horny since the day before and not getting to fuck my wife yet, like I'd wanted to.
This was something else.
I was actually enjoying what I was seeing. At least on one level.
On the surface, I was upset and jealous and angry and, you could say, even shattered emotionally.
But on a much deeper level I was getting off on it.
I shook my head quickly, as if I was trying to dispel the feeling.
But it was still there, and my cock was so fucking hard now, and it was fucking throbbing in my pants as I watched Sloane's head move faster and faster as she sucked Clark's dick.
I could hear her moaning with that cock of his stuffed in her mouth. She was loving it.
I thought about how wet her pussy must have been in that moment, so turned on with that dick in her mouth. Her nipples were probably so hard, too.
Did she want him to come in her mouth?
Or did she want more?
I started to gasp, once again bringing my hand up to my mouth to stifle the sound, at my next thought.
I wanted her to want more!
What the hell was going on? What the hell was wrong with me?
Well, I soon got my wish. Clark pulled my wife back up to her feet and they started to kiss.
Sloane quickly took off her jeans, and her underwear, and so did Clark, and I could see their bare asses as they started climbing into the back of the pickup truck with their clothes in their hands, giggling the whole way while they looked around again to see if anyone was around.
I ducked back again, then when I peered around the side of the truck, I couldn't see them. They were in the back of the pickup.
That's when I decided to do it. I had to see for myself.
It was a huge risk, but I crept up to the side of the truck. I could hear them kissing and moaning again and moving around.
I heard my wife moan softly, "Ohhh Clark, please, fuck me!"
"Fuck yeah," I heard Clark say, and I could hear their bodies repositioning.
I took a deep breath and slowly, so very slowly, started rising up so I could peek over the sides of the pickup, into the truck bed where the two of them were.
As I was lifting myself up, I heard Sloane moan, "Ohhh my God, I remember! I remember how it feels. Fuck, it's been so long, I missed it, I missed your cock in me."
My cock throbbed so hard at the sound of that. I didn't even realize at first that I was rubbing my dick over my pants.
My eyes reached the top of the side of the truck, and I could see some motion. I rose a couple inches higher and looked in.
There was Clark on top of my wife.
Her bare legs were wrapped around him.
He was moving on top of her. I could see his bare ass moving up and down.
He was fucking her.
He was fucking my wife right there in the back of the truck.
Chapter Five
I was overcome by a million emotions at once, but chief among them was a horny sensation to a degree I had never experienced before.
How could it be possible I was feeling this while watching my wife getting fucked by another man?!
I didn't understand it, but it was as true and real a feeling as I had ever felt.
Again, before I even realized it, I had unzipped my pants and I had my cock in my hand and I was masturbating hard and fast, watching Clark fucking my wife with much more zeal as they both moaned. They were the kind of moans you moan when you're trying to keep quiet but you just can't help it.
I wanted to moan, too, I was jerking off so hard. I was terrified of getting caught.
Only the top few inches of my head were visible to them, I knew, and Clark was blocking my wife's line of sight, but if, somehow, she happened to look up and saw me, all hell would break loose, especially since I was standing there with my cock out and whacking off.
We'd all have a hell of a lot of explaining to do, and I didn't even know how that would go.
But whatever. I couldn't stop doing what I was doing, and they couldn't stop, either.
They were fucking so passionately now, they had to be getting close.
I knew I was.
"Clark, Clark!" my wife moaned, her hands grabbing the back of his shirt as he grunted and pumped her harder.
I could see Sloane's face now. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open in a look of extreme ecstasy.
I heard Clark groan and I saw her wrap her legs tight around him, and she let out a little cry of pleasure and I knew she was coming.
Then Clark's body started to jerk around, and he groaned again, saying "Oh fuck, baby!" and I knew from the way he was moving so deep inside my wife that he was coming inside her while she was climaxing.
Suddenly, I felt my load shooting up my shaft and I started spurting all over the side of the truck and onto the ground in front of me.
I was trying so hard not to make a sound, even though I was breathing heavy.
I was really afraid of getting caught now, so as soon as I jacked the last rope of sperm out of my dick, I ducked down as I shoved it back in my pants and I zipped up, then I started to move away from the truck.
Once I got about 10 yards away, I started to jog back into the darkness, back towards the lights of the festival, feeling exhilarated and ashamed and angry all at once.
Angry with them, and angry with myself, ashamed that I had loved it so much.
I couldn't believe that had just happened, and that I had gotten off to it so good.
What the hell was going on with me?
I returned to the stage area where the band had been playing and everyone was dancing. There was another band playing, and the people were still dancing, and Crystal and some of Sloane's other friends were still there.
"You OK?" one of her friends' husbands asked me.
I realized I was huffing and puffing, and a little sweaty and probably red-faced from having run there from the parking lot area, not to mention having been all worked up from what I'd just seen and just done.
"Oh yeah, fine," I said.
I had managed to compose myself when about 10 minutes later I felt a tap on my arm.
I turned around. It was Sloane, smiling at me.
I looked around. Clark was nowhere to be found.
"Hey stranger, long time no see," she said.
My wife's hair was back up in a ponytail, and she had that certain glow to her face that I recognized.
Maybe nobody else would have known she had just had hot sex, but I certainly did. I didn't let on that I knew, though.
"Yeah, I lost track of you there," I said nonchalantly. "Last I saw, you were dancing with...some guy. Where did you go?"
Sloane's eyes darted left to right and back nervously, and then she quickly said, "Oh, I just ran into an old friend and I was catching up, that's all."
"I see," I said.
No doubt about it, I was sad inside that she was lying to me, but I didn't want to confront her about it right there and then.
I didn't know if I even could later.
I honestly didn't know what to do.
I loved my wife, and just standing there looking at her, I didn't want to lose her. That was the last thing I wanted.
I was still trying to process what had happened, the fact that she had fucked her old boyfriend, and that I had loved seeing her do that so much that I jerked off to it while secretly watching him make my wife come and coming inside her.
I started thinking about all that sperm of his deep inside her pussy at that very moment. Obviously, it was in there still. There was no way she could have cleaned it out of her.
Just the mere thought of that made my cock twitch in my pants.
I couldn't believe it. It was plain as day now.
I got off on that stuff.
"Do you wanna get out of here, go back to the hotel?" my wife said.
I smiled at her.
"Yeah, I seem to recall a c
ertain something you were saying you wanted to do to me," I said.
"Yeah," she laughed nervously. "Let's go."
We walked in silence to my car in the lot. My wife didn't say anything for most of the drive back to the hotel.
And then, just as we were approaching it, she said, "Honey, we need to talk about something."
"Oh yeah?" I said.
My thoughts were all over the place.
"Yeah, when we get up to the room," she said.
"OK," I said.
We walked into the hotel and she reached for my hand and held it, still saying nothing, as we got into the elevator and went up to our floor, then went into our room and closed the door behind us.
"Nicholas, sit down...," Sloane said slowly, guiding me to the edge of the bed, where I sat down, waiting to hear what she was going to say.
"Honey, I...," she started to say, and I saw her chin trembling as she stood there in front of me.
"What's wrong?" I said.
"You know how much I love you, right?" my wife said, on the verge of tears. "You know, right?"
"Of course," I said evenly, realizing that she was going to admit what she'd done, in all likelihood. "And I love you, too, more than anything."
"That's what makes this so hard," she said, fighting back tears.
"Okayyy...," I said.
Chapter Six
She looked so beautiful, and so guilty, and to be honest with you, in that moment I just wanted her to forget it, to forget all about it, and I wanted to forget all about it, what she had done, what I had seen, what I had done.
I loved Sloane more than anything in the entire world, and I just wanted it all to go back to before...that happened.
"Did you see that guy I was dancing with?" she said softly.
"Yeah," I said.
"His name is Clark," Sloane said. "I used to date him back in school."
She paused, waiting for my reaction. I decided to just let her talk.
"Okayyy...," I said.
"Well, we were dancing," Sloane continued, "and then we went for a little walk, just catching up. And then...," she said, lowering her voice to barely a whisper. "And then...we kissed. I hadn't kissed him in twenty years, since way back when we were together, long before you and I even met. And then...we...he asked me to walk with him to his truck. And then…we…we—"