Becca Bellamy
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You Wake Up to the Sounds of Sex
🕑 Added 2024-08-18 05:05:38 +0000 UTCWhen you went to sleep your wife was in the bed next to you and your friend was on the living room couch. When you woke up, she was gone and you could hear the faint sounds of sex.
You listened in a groggy haze for a minute before you were able to wrap your brain around what was actually happening. Your wife was fucking someone else in your house. She was fucking your friend.
You threw the covers back and headed out the bedroom door. You made your way down the hallway, trying your best not to make any noise. The sounds of sex got louder as you moved towards the infidelity happening in your house.
You rounded the corner and looked through the living room to the big dining room table where you’d eaten dinner with your friend just a few hours ago. You saw your wife’s naked body sitting on the edge of the smooth wood. You saw him between her legs, fucking her.
Much to your surprise, your first reaction wasn’t anger. Instead, it was arousal. You couldn’t help but stare. You looked at your wife and saw the wild lust in her eyes as she stared up at the man fucking her. You watched as he ran his hands over her perky tits and played with her nipples. You listened to her quiet moans – they weren’t being as loud as they could have been – and to his grunts.
Then you noticed your erection. You stared at it, genuinely surprised at its presence in your pants. Why was this turning you on? Why weren’t you furious at your wife for fucking your friend so boldly?
Those were questions for later. In the moment you decided to pull out your cock and masturbate. You quietly stroked it while watching him fuck your wife on the expensive dining room table. You watched him pound his cock into her.
Your orgasm arrived shortly after hers. She started to groan a little louder. She closed her eyes. She wrapped her legs around him to pull him deeper inside her pussy. Then you saw a familiar look on her face. She was cumming. Your friend was fucking your wife to an orgasm on your dining room table.
You came seconds later. You spilled your load into your hand so as not to leave a mess on the floor. Once your orgasm had passed you went back to bed, leaving them to continue fucking. You weren’t sure if you were going to say anything or try and spy on them again tomorrow night.
