Couples and Women Seeking

I got home from work around 5pm (as usual). I cleaned up the dishes, hastily
Putting them in the dishwasher, and quickly turned off the lights and TV before retreating upstairs to wait for Sue and Steve. I sat at the top of the stairs in the dark waiting for them. Dressed only in my boxers and a loose fitting t-shirt, my little cock strained at the material as I imagined what my wife might be doing with her lover. Listening for any movement from the girls, I stroked the tip of my miniature cock and waited. My dick stiff and twitching, my stomach tied in knots, legs weak, sweat dripping from under my arms. After what seemed like an eternity I heard our car pull into the driveway and stop. Two doors opened and slammed shut, then clicking heels moved up our walkway. The front door opened and I could hear muffled voices: one distinctly Sue… the other much deeper and manly than mine: Steve. I tried to make out what they were saying but couldn’t; just a few murmured words, a giggle, some more whispering and then steps down the foyer and into our kitchen… then nothing.

I pulled my small stiffy out of the opening in my boxers. Rapidly tugging at it in the dark; I listened for any sound… the rustling of sheets that would signal one of my daughters getting up for water, or the more guttural sounds that might emanate from downstairs signaling that my wife had filled her cunt with black cock. I didn’t have to wait long… At first I heard chairs being dragged across the kitchen floor. Then, Steve’s voice….. but I couldn’t make out what he was saying…. Then nothing. Minutes passed; I strained to hear them. Finally, I resolved to slip closer. In spit of that Sue had told me to do (stay upstairs with the girls) I had to hear them. Quietly I slipped down the stairs; slowly, one step at a time, every inch bringing me closer to my wife and her lover. Breathlessly I reached the bottom of the stairs and stood next to the front door. I could hear them grunting together from the kitchen. My heart raced at the idea of seeing my beautiful redhead wife servicing her black stud. My little pecker throbbed and pushed against the thin material of my “tightie whitie” underwear. It seemed like my entire body tingled with anticipation as a snuck down the hallway toward the kitchen door. Sounds of animal sex grew louder with each step. As I neared the open door, I crouched down on my hands and knees on the cool linoleum floor. The TV in the living room cast a dull bluish glow into the kitchen letting me make out the details of the scene. (more…)

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