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music playing inside.

I tried the door, but it was locked. Odd for a dinner party and I could not hear anyone talking, so I let myself in. The music was not overly loud, but at a high enough volume that no one heard me enter. There was no dinner party. I walked in slower now. I noticed two mostly empty plates on the table and two empty wine glasses.

On the floor in front of the couch, lay my wife's shirt, bra and panties as well as a man's dress shirt, slacks and shorts.

My heart was pounding so hard, I feared the worst. I took my phone out to record a video and then I heard something very, very familiar. The sound that my wife makes when she is having an orgasm.

I felt sick to my stomach. I would not have imagined Carrie doing anything like this at all.

I was in a state of confusion. The thought of her fucking another man was both horrifying and titillating at the same time. I was disgusted with her at that moment, yet so turned on with animalistic lust. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. Whoever it was that said there was a fine line between love and hatred, wasn't kidding.

Thank goodness the floors couldn't squeak, they were concrete.

I walked gently without making a sound, except the pounding of my broken and excited heart, and peaked into the open door of the bedroom. A big, well built man, around 40, with brown, shoulder length hair and a cock of steel. I now knew what "laying pipe" meant.

He was lying naked on her bed and my wife was facing the headboard with her hands flat against the wall, straddling this guy's face as he ate her pussy and made her cum. I stood back, trying not to make any noise, but maintaining my view. She was moving her hips slowly and rubbing her pussy on his tongue, depositing her cream dire try onto his taste buds. He was very hard and standing at attention as she backed off of his face and slid down to his massive pecker. When her warm, steaming hot pussy reached its target, she placed her fingers at her entrance and spread her lips apart to welcome him in and she slid down, moaning with pleasure, as his cock easily penetrated her opening and was quickly swallowed up by her swollen, hungry wetness. She sat there for a moment, enjoying the fullness of his steel rod inside her stretched pussy walls. She placed her hands on his chest and rotated her hips, getting a good lock on his manhood, and then she started moaning, feeling every move within, the head, the shaft, and the balls pressed against her ass as she gently rocked his dick, telling him how thick he was and how much she loved the way he felt inside her.

He grabbed the firmness of Carrie's ample, milky white tits, and rotated her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. She cried out in pleasure. She begged him to suck her tits as she leaned forward and offered them freely. He pushed them together and sucked both nipples at the same time. She squealed with delight as he slapped her breasts hard at the nipples and her hips convulsed as she ground her wet, red haired pussy onto his hard steel shaft and came violently, soaking his thick member and balls with the fervor of an eighteen year old girl.

Her lustful excitement brought back many memories of our youth. The love making I just witnessed was so passionate and honest, hungry then filled, longed for then satiated.

Carrie collapsed on this familiar looking stranger, rested a minute then laid back on the bed, opening her legs, offering and urging him to get on top and fuck her pussy hard.

He rolled and put his tongue onto her wet cunt, locking his lips on her clit and sucking her to another orgasm. He then pulled himself up onto his knees and slid his cock head into her waiting vagina.

He watched himself slide slowly in and out of her pussy, then rubbed his cock against her labia and tapped his hammer against her clit. She whimpered and called him Master, a nickname that I thought was only mine, and that made him more aroused. Ìő He placed her hands at her side and pinned her down as he plunged into her hairy, sculpted opening, pounding his cock into my wife's pussy, feverishly. He let her hands go and grabbed her hair and pulled it hard as he slammed her, over and over. She begged him to cum inside her and he let out a deep growl as he filled my wife's red haired love hole with his white, hot, sticky cum. She came again as he finished topping her up.

When he pulled his freshly creamed meat out of her, his machine was dripping with their combined juices. Carrie told the man that he should get more wine as she cleaned up a bit.

That was my cue to go into the galley kitchen behind the wall. She went into the bathroom to wipe herself and he refilled the glasses from the dining room table. He then took their drinks back into the bedroom where she was waiting. I moved back into my full view position and this stranger continued to play with my wife's tits, ass and pussy, like an artist. He ran his fingers down her spine lightly, stopping at the small of her back, then back up again. The more he did this, the more she came. Finally, she collapsed on the bed, exhausted. When he had regained his strength, he tied her hands behind her back with his neck tie. He slapped her ass a few times and told her what a good little slut she was. She moaned with delight. He grabbed a tube of lube from the night stand and squeezed it onto her butt hole, using his fingers to penetrate her sphincter. He inserted his thumb and butt fucked her with it, calling her his dirty bitch. When she came, he untied her right hand and tethered her left to the headboard and told her to masturbate for him as he added more lube to his already hard penis.

She was in a fevered pitch and ordered him to fuck her ass and told him that she loved it when a guy came inside her like that. As far as I know, I was Carrie's one and only, and we've never done that.

Carrie then placed her fingers in her pussy and then stroked her clit as he lined up behind her and placed his strong, thick cock against her butt hole. He pushed only his cock head in, gently as she wailed. With his shaft also lubed, he pushed into her tight ass, filling her completely. She put her face into the pillow and screamed into it. He pulverized her as she played with her hot pussy. She came over and over in rapid succession as the pain in her ass turned to pleasure.

When he finally exploded inside her, he kept going. As long as he kept pounding her tight ass, his cock stayed hard. When he was ready to come again, he pulled out of her and got on his feet and grabbed her hair. He turned her onto her side and stroked his cock and burst onto my wife's tits, covering them with the dew from his Lily. He held his dick to her face. She hesitated and he grabbed her hair and forced her to pull the rest of his juice out it with her full, red lips. Using her free hand, she scooped up the cum from her large white breasts, placed it on her nipples, then sucked it off and swallowed. This man was a real fucking machine. She was doing fine herself.

He helped her up and I made it just in time to the spare bedroom beside the biffy.

He led her into the bathroom and they showered together. She lathered him up and washed his cock and balls with her hands. He made her suck his now clean cock, picked her uo and bent her over the tub and fucked her pussy from behind. She came on his cock again and he blew his nut all over her back and ass.

Carrie cleaned him up, this time with her tongue, and they finished showering. I accidently touched the door and it squeaked. They froze in place and I hurriedly walked to the apartment door and let myself out.

I stood at the end of the hallway, around the corner. My phone was still recording as I waited.

A few minutes later, he came out of the apartment, fully dressed, wearing the tie that had my wife in bondage. His belt had a set of keys on it. That's where he'd seen this guy before, he was...the building manager. I decided not to confront her that night or at all. I did however, give myself permission to take full advantage of any and all opportunities that came my way in the future. ...and if I needed it, I knew just where the video was.

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