What he couldn’t do was just stand there and eavesdrop on his wife – even though that was all he wanted to do.
Justin glanced down at his phone.
Fortunately, his office had made him install an app on his smartphone that recorded phone conversations – an essential in a marketplace in which verbal contracts weren’t worth the paper they were printed on.
Finger trembling, Justin hit ‘record.’ And then – careful not to hang up – he slid his phone back in his pocket and looked up.
“Right, sorry about that,” he apologized, trying not to think about the scandalous sounds emerging from his now-silenced phone. “I was just…”
Just want?
He didn’t know. In fact, Justin hardly had any recollection of what he heard during that meeting. He just smiled, nodded and did his best to pretend like he was listening.
* * *
The meeting couldn’t have been over soon enough. As soon as Dennis had shown the last slide, Justin practically leaped out of his seat and shook the hands of his two bosses profusely.
“I took on board everything you said,” he lied – he hadn’t remembered a word of it. “And I promise to act on it. You’ll see us hit our targets yet.”
That, of course, was a lie. Justin had no idea how he intended to make his monthly target. Right at that moment, he didn’t even care. He just wanted to be out of that room – and able to listen to the recording his wife had inadvertently left for him.
“Justin, are you paying attention?” Brian snarled, as Justin looked impatiently towards the door.
“What, me? Of course I am,” Justin lied.
“Well, you’d better be,” Brian warned. “As I said in that meeting,” although Justin didn’t remember a word of it, “if you can’t make your commitments, we’re going to have to…”
Brian paused.
“…rethink your usefulness to this company.”
Now that Justin did understand.
He gulped.
Holy shit. Not only was his wife cheating on him, but he was on the brink of losing his job.
Today really was a bad day.
* * *
Justin ignored the flashing voice mail light on his phone, and breezed right past his desk. He walked straight out into the parking lot, opened the door to his BMW and was gunning the engine at the same time he was switching on his phone.
Like magic, the Bluetooth connected to the car’s speakers. As Justin roared off out of the office parking lot – with no idea where he was going – he listened to the muffled bumps and hisses and crackle of his wife’s accidental ‘butt-dialed’ call.
Her voice, again.
“Mmmmmm. That’s good, baby.”
“Oh yeah, right there.”
Justin’s breathing was ragged as he listened to his wife talk.
“That’s the spot… Mmmmm. Oh, yeah. T-that’s it. Now reach down and unhook my bra.”
“Mmmm. You like my titties, don’t you?”
And then that wet squelching sound.
Justin nearly caused a three-car pileup as he listened to the sucking, slurping noise – trying to imagine what – or who – could possibly have been making it.
“Mmmmmmm,” Gina continued. “That’s so fucking good. Ohhhh. Here, get closer. Let me unbuckle your pants.”
At that point, Justin pulled off the road.
He slewed the BMW to a halt in a deserted parking lot and sat trembling in his seat, just listening.
The recording played on.
“Oh, my God, it’s so big,” Gina was cooing. Justin blanched. She’d never spoken to him like that – so full of longing. “C-can I touch it?”
And then there was a lot of rustling, and moaning, and then Justin heard Gina’s voice again. “C-can I kiss it?”
Justin froze.
He listened as the question went unanswered – but it was followed by a lot of wet slurping, and squelching, and a lot noises that Justin was all too familiar with.
Holy shit! He was sitting there listening to a recording of his wife sucking somebody else’s cock!
And the worst part? The part that hit him like a ton of bricks?
Justin realized that he had a raging hard-on as he did so.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Gina’s voice suddenly burst out of the speakers again. “Mmmm, you taste amazing…” And then the rustling of something… Clothes? Blankets? “Come here,” Gina announced to whoever she was fooling around with. “Get on top of me… I want to feel you…”
And then the recording stopped.
Justin sat there in silence, his breath ragged and heavy. His cock throbbed. His pulse raced. He had no idea what to do, or what to say.
And just then – just as he thought he was going to literally go mad from the emotional intensity of it all – his phone went ‘ding!’
Hands trembling, Justin grabbed it and looked at the screen.
It was a text from Gina.
JEAN
Did you get my ‘message’?
Justin gasped.
She’d known she’d called him? It was deliberate?
He sat in the plush leather seat of his BMW, chest heaving.
W-what was she doing? What was she thinking?
And then there was another ‘ding’ as a second message came through on his phone.
JEAN
Come back home. Be VERY quiet.
The breath caught in Justin’s throat.
Nervously, he gunned the engine of the BMW, swiveled around in reverse and revved back onto the highway. A moment later, he was roaring down the street back towards his house.
* * *
Justin pulled to a halt at the end of the driveway.
His house was sitting there in the late morning sunlight, almost exactly as he’d left it that morning. All except for the addition of a second car in the driveway – a sleek, black Chrysler 300.
Justin felt as if a cold hand had suddenly clenched around his heart.
Mouth dry, he swung open the door of his BMW and began creeping down the driveway, almost feeling like a secret agent trying to sneak his way into a secret bunker.
As he passed the Chrysler, Justin peered in through the tinted windows – trying to catch a glimpse of something that would give him a clue as-to the driver’s identity. But there was nothing – it looked like the car had been rolled off the lot that morning, it was so clean and new.
Snorting, Justin kept on moving.
At the doorway to his luxurious home, he climbed the steps and gently lifted the handle – swinging open the front door with barely a creak. Then he stepped into the house – and froze.
The sound of voices.
Justin immediately recognized Gina’s voice, but there was somebody else talking as well.
It sounded like they were upstairs, so slipping off his shoes, Justin crept up the winding staircase in his socks, trying not to make a noise.
At the landing, his feet were silent on the plush carpet. He snuck down the hallway towards the sound of the voices – emanating from the master bedroom.
Pausing at the door, Justin peered inside – and nearly gave the game away by gasping.
* * *
Inside the luxurious master suite, it looked like Gina had never bothered getting dressed that morning. She was still in her bra and panties, lounging on the plush bed like a cat.
But what had made Justin gasp was the fact that she was not alone.
Lying on the bed next to her, legs curled within hers, was a tan-skinned, muscular stranger.
Justin couldn’t see his face – only a broad back, and powerful arms. It looked like whoever it was – dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts – was making out with Gina; and the sound of their kissing echoed across the room.
Justin gulped.
He couldn’t believe it. His beloved wife was making out with a complete stranger, in the bed she shared with him. How could she?
But then again, even as he asked that question he realized that he w
as fixated by the sight. Any other husband would probably storm into the bedroom, and tear the stranger of his wife. Instead, Justin was just watching.
Watching, with a bulging hard-on crammed inside his pants.
As he watched, the stranger continued to make out with Gina - his mouth assailing hers, and his big, strong, muscular arms exploring Gina’s lean, toned body.
Justin watched. It was like having front row seats at a live-action porno – only his wife was playing the starring role!
Suddenly, with a wet-sounding ‘smack’, the stranger’s lips were parted from Gina’s.
Lying next to him on the bed, Gina looked up into his smoldering eyes.
“You’re a good kisser,” she purred, licking her lips. “Now it’s my turn.” She winked. “You’ll enjoy this.”
And then Justin watched with horror as his wife clambered up onto her knees, and started making her way down the stranger’s tanned, muscular body. As she went, she planted wet kisses across his muscular chest, and flat stomach – leaving a glistening, wet trail.
Justin lifted his fist to his mouth and sunk his teeth into it.
He watched with mounting horror as Gina pushed the stranger onto his back, and then pushed open his muscular thighs. Kneeling between them, Justin’s beautiful wife slid the tips of her elegantly-manicured fingers into the waistband of the stranger’s boxer shorts and pulled them down.
Sproing! Out came bouncing the biggest cock Justin had ever seen. It was as thick and long as his forearm; like an oversized Italian salami, throbbing and veiny.
“Oh, my!” Gina looked at what she’d just unleashed, as she pulled down the stranger’s boxers and threw them over her shoulder. “Look what I’ve found.” And then her slender fingers curled around the shaft and started to stroke the immense cock up and down.
Justin stifled his cry of anguish. Inside his suit pants, his cock throbbed uncomfortably.
He stepped closer to the open doorway, and peered inside.
* * *
“Oh, that’s the stuff, you gorgeous slut…”
On the bed, the stranger threw back his head and groaned, as Gina started stroking his immense, half-hard cock with one of her tiny hands. At the same time, she began massaging his heavy, egg-sized balls with the other.
“You like that?” Gina purred seductively, licking her lips.
“Oh, fuck yes,” the stranger groaned.
“Well, wait ‘til you get a load of this.”
And with that, Justin’s beautiful wife opened her mouth wide, and engulfed the head of the stranger’s massive cock.
“Ooooooh, yeah.”
The stranger moaned, and he writhed on the bed – thrusting his hips up to sink his massive dick even deeper into Gina’s gently sucking mouth.
“Mmmmm,” eyes wide open, Gina moaned sexily as she licked and sucked the stranger’s impossibly thick cock. She stuck her ass into the air and wiggled it provocatively, while the wet sound of suction echoed across the bedroom.
Justin watched; unable to take his eyes off what was happening.
And that’s when things got weird.
Because with a ‘smack’, Gina suddenly pulled her mouth from the stranger’s thick cock.
“You taste amazing, baby,” she purred at the stranger lying on the bed – but before she opened her mouth and went back to sucking, the gorgeous blond looked over her shoulder, towards the doorway that Justin was peering in through…
…and winked at him.
Justin nearly fainted.
He looked across the room, deep into his wife’s eyes. She gazed back, and her glistening lips curled into the most devilish of smiles.
And then she turned back to the stranger, lowered her head, and engulfed his swollen cock between her lips again.
“Oh, fuuuck!” The stranger’s hips jerked off the bed, as his cock was smothered in the warm, wet, sucking embrace of Gina’s talented mouth.
* * *
On the other side of the door, Justin was caught between pleasure and pain, and paralyzed by both.
As he watched his beautiful wife’s head bob up and down in this stranger’s lap, it was like an icy needle being jabbed through his heart.
But, at the same time, he was harder than he’d ever been in his life, and his cock was literally throbbing with need.
Without even thinking about it, he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down around his knees. Freed of the confines of his pants and boxer shorts, Justin’s cock sproinged free – as hard as an iron bar.
Curling his fingers around his turgid shaft, Justin started stroking his dick; timing the movements of his hand to match the rhythm of Gina’s head movements.
Watching his wife suck this well-hung stranger was the most heart-rending, yet simultaneously the most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed.
Who was he? How did Gina know him? How long had this been going on?
“Uuuungh,” he groaned, as he stroked himself…
* * *
“What was that?”
The mysterious man pulled his cock from Gina’s eagerly sucking mouth, and turned towards the door.
Outside the bedroom, Justin froze.
Through the crack in the door, it was like he was making direct eye-contact with the stranger his wife was cheating on him with. It was the first time he’d had a good look at the man’s face; and as soon as he saw it his knees nearly buckled.
Justin knew him.
The face he was looking at was the square, tanned face of Robert Rossi – the successful businessman whose account Justin had been trying to nail down for months now.
What the fuck was he doing here? How did he know Gina? What the hell was going on?
“I think I heard something,” Rossi’s voice snapped Justin out of his thoughts. He realized the handsome Italian was looking straight towards him – at the doorway Justin was peeking through.
Had he seen him?
It was like he was looking right at him.
But suddenly Gina was there to reassure him.
“It’s nothing,” Gina placed a hand in the center of Rossi’s chest and pushed him back down onto the bed. “It’s a new house. It creaks sometimes.”
“Oh,” the Italian didn’t seem convinced.
Fortunately, Gina had a method to distract him. “Pay attention, baby. I need you.”
It did the trick. The tan businessman turned back to Justin’s wife, and grinned hungrily.
“Whatever you say, you sexy bitch.”
And with that, he grabbed Gina’s arms and pushed her over, until she landed on her back on the bed. Then he straddled her – one of his big hands roughly parting her bare thighs.
“Mmmmm,” Gina moaned, as she felt him roughly rub her pussy.
“Oooh, fuck, you’re wet,” Rossi breathed hotly into her ear. “I can feel it through your panties.” And then, with a riiiip, he yanked them down, past Gina’s knees and ankles, until he finally pulled them off entirely.
“Fuck, you’re delicious,” the Italian groaned, as he slid himself between Gina’s spread thighs and positioned himself at the entrance to her bare cunt.
* * *
On the other side of the doorway, Justin continued to stroke his cock as he watched; keeping his movements slow and deliberate. He didn’t want to spurt in the middle of the action.
He watched with wide eyes as Robert Rossi reached down between him and Gina, to grab the root of his thick cock and positioned it perfectly at the eager lips of Gina’s exposed pussy.
She moaned the moment his hard, hot flesh met hers.
“Mmmm,” she arched her back. “It’s so big.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” the handsome Italian warned; as he thrust himself inside of her.
Gina groaned as she was suddenly stretched and filled by this big man’s cock.
“Oooooh, fuuuuck!” Her hands clamped around Rossi’s broad, muscular shoulders. “You’re so much bigger than my husband.”
From behind the
doorway, Justin winched as he heard those words – but he didn’t stop stroking his hard, throbbing cock.
With wide eyes, he watched his client’s big, thick cock sinking inch by inch into his beloved wife’s tight, wet cunt.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” Gina threw her head from side to side and arched her back. “That feels so good.”
“You are so fucking tight,” Rossi purred, as he began to thrust. “Has your husband not been giving it you enough, you hungry little bitch?”
“Oh, God, no,” Gina admitted, and her words hurt Justin as he heard them. “Justin hasn’t even fucked me for a month… and he’s never fucked me like this.”
“You’re not going to be able to walk straight when I’ve finished with you.”
“Mmmmm,” she groaned. “I like the sound of that.” She squeezed shut her eyes. “Come on, you big stud. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
And so he did.
Pinning Gina’s wrists to the bed, high above her head, Robert Rossi started to fuck her deep and hard; making the bed rock back and forth as his thick cock slid deeply in and out of her.
“Oh, God, yes!” Gina cried. “Yes! Deeper!”
“Uuugh,” Rossi grunted. “Take it, you fucking whore.”
“Yes, yes,” Gina moaned. “Give it to me!”
On the other side of the doorway, Justin watched with horror as his wife was fucked by another man. She was crying out with pleasure like he’d never heard before. It instantly made him feel deeply, fundamentally inadequate – but Justin could also never remember being more turned on in his life.
Unable to take his eyes off the action, Justin stroked himself as he watched his wife writhe in pleasure.
* * *
The bed creaked and rattled.
As she was roughly fucked, Gina wriggled out of Rossi’s grip and reached up to curl her arms around his thick neck. Pulling his head down towards her, she kissed him wetly on the mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” Gina groaned. That’s so fucking good.” She clung to his shoulders - bracing herself against the slap, slap, slap of the Italian’s hips as Rossi pounded her.
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