The night my wife left me...
We were a young couple just married a few years and living in a nice middle class townhome apartment. It was the middle of the workweek and we'd gone to bed around ten-thirty that night. As usual, I couldn't keep my hands off her. Lying on our sides with her back to me, I snuggled up to her. Press my still cock against her perfectly shaped ass, I was ready for sex. Reaching around I cupped her size 38c breasts. Playing with her nipples and I began kissing her neck, usually a sure way to get some pussy. After a moment or two she groaned rather than moaned and said she was just too tired tonight. No being one to give up easily, I moved down under the covers and started kissing her ass cheeks. We always slept in the nude so access to her was readily available. She let me roll her over and climb between her legs. I kissed her inner thighs, quickly moving right to her tasty cunt. I loved to eat her pussy and tonight I was determined to entice her into letting me fuck her after I ate her. I frequently made her cum this way and liked to do it because I seldom, if ever, seemed to be able to do it by fucking alone. She was enjoying it alot and soon was squirming and bucking with my tongue buried in her pussy. She creamed my face with her orgasm and I was sure I get to fuck her. After driving her crazy for a few minutes more, I tried to move up and position myself to fuck her. Suddenly, she put her hands on my chest and said, "No!" I knew from past experience not to argue, with her a no meant no. I rolled off her and tried to kiss her but she'd already rolled away from me. Not wanting to press it, I decided I could wait another night, besides did get to eat her and I really loved that. Soon after, I drifted off into usually dream filled sleep.
I awoke about two o'clock in the morning and found my wife missing from our bed. I assumed she'd gotten up to use the bathroom. I turned over on my other side and quickly fell asleep once again. About twenty minutes later, I again woke up to find that she still had not returned to bed. A bit concerned, I got up to make sure she was okay. Qucikly checking, she was not in the bathroom so I went downstairs. I thought maybe she'd awakened hungry and was having a snack. When I didn't find her in the living room, dining area or kitchen, I headed for the basement rec room where our tv was located. I noticed no light of sound, but rationalized that she'd probably fallen asleep watching tv and turned it off at the last second just before closing her eyes. I crept down in the dark not wanting to startlle her. She wasn't there. For the first time, I suddenly felt panic. Where could she be? Maybe getting fresh air or something from her car. I raced back up stairs and looked out the front window. There was her car and mine, but she was no where around. I opened the front door and look all around the quadrangle of apartment buildings and saw nothing. I when to the dining area, drew the cutains back and looked out the slding glass doors to our patio. Not there either, so I opened the door went out on the patio and looked as far as I could see in both directions.
As I turned to go back into our apartment, I noticed the upstairs light on in one of our neighbor's bedroom which was adjacent to our bedroom. Two single guys lived there and I quickly wondered if he was having an overnight guest. We had heard them before from our bedroom, not real loud but just enough you could tell someone was next door. Then a thought passed through my mind. It felt like a punch to the stomach. What if his overnight guest was my wife. I'd noticed before, with a tinge of jealousy, how he'd flirted with her and how she'd responded. I remembered, finding her panties stuffed down the side of the sofa in the basement rec room. At the time, she explained, that she'd been folding laundry there and I'd bought it. I also recalled coming home from a late night at work, finding our neighbor there with her, allegedly helping her learn to play her guitar. I'd bought that too as I had often heard him play and knew he was quite good, besides that's what they were doing when I came in.
I went inside and raced upstairs, pausing in the kitchen, just long enough to get a water glass. Once in our bedroom again, I tried to quiet my breathing, so that I could hear. I definitely heard sounds of two people coming from our neighbors bedroom. I moved over to the wall and carefully put the large water glass up against it. As I place my ear next to the bottom of the glass, I could hear most clearly, two voices on male (my neighbor) and the other female (my wife). My heart sank more... my fears finally realized. I listened as they made love. She moaned as I'd never heard her before. She repeatedly praised his big cock and begged for him to fuck her over and over. This is how I came to hear my wife fucking. She never came home again. I'd eaten her pussy for the last time and soon received divorce papers.
