I still remember every detail about Arianna the day we got married.
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The way her strapless white dress hugged every curve, her tan shoulders dusted with glitter. Black hair swept up in a ponytail, tresses falling down and framing her face. Eyes so blue and piercing that everyone thought they were colored contacts. Light pink lipstick, curled up in a mischievous smile as she said, “I do.”
We were so in love. Those first two years, we fulfilled each other’s every need, both in and out of the bedroom. We were insatiable, feral even. It was pure magic. Then, toward the end of the second year, a confluence of events changed things.
We discovered we were pregnant with our first child, Emma. Shortly after that, the firm that I started took off, which meant long hours, client meetings, work travel.
Ari handled being a mom beautifully, but her being alone so much was hard on her. We did our best to reconnect when I was home, and that resulted in our son, Ethan, about two years later.
As the kids grew and started school, my wife became “activities” mom. Ethan started little league hockey, Emma was an equestrian phenom. And Ari was at every activity, making sure the kids had all they need.
Through all of it, she took incredible care of herself. I really don’t know how she did it all. 14 years married and she looked almost exactly the same as she did the day we got married.
And it didn’t go unnoticed at PTA meetings or at the kids’ events. Dads eyed her constantly and made excuses to talk to her. Moms were pleasant, but it was obvious that there was jealousy and unease.
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It was a Thursday. Emma had a big horse show that evening. I was, as always, out of town for work, but I was determined to be home to see her. I debarked the plane, found my car, and raced to the stable, arriving just in time to see Emma guiding her horse through several jumps.
Her trainer stood off the to side, thrilled at her performance. But I didn’t see Arianna. I looked around, but nothing. I asked a couple of other moms, who said that they saw her walking in the direction of the clubhouse. I headed that way, the path winding through the stables.
As I walked, an almost sickly feeling overcame me. It was wholly unlike Ari to not be there when Emma was performing. Was she sick? Was something shady happening? She had gotten close to one of the other dads, Tyler. I couldn’t recall if I saw him there. She wouldn’t, would she?
I accidentally turned the opposite direction from the clubhouse and down a secluded area in the stables. It was there that I got my answer.
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About 15 feet away, Tyler had Ari against the wall. His back to me, his mouth devouring her neck. His tan slacks were around his ankles, her black yoga pants were on the ground. His bare ass flexed and it was obvious they were masturbating each other.
I stood there, silent. Stunned at what I was witnessing. My wife, the mother of my children, was huddled up with another man, in public no less. I turned to go, but not before noticed me. Her blue eyes locked on me as she…seemed to work his cock faster? What the fuck?
She flashed me that mischievous smile that she did on our wedding day, put her elbows on Tyler’s shoulders, and dug her fingers into his sandy blond hair as he wrapped her tan legs around him and pressed her against the stable wall.
She let out a slow moan as he entered her, then broke eye contact with me to take his tongue deep into her mouth. I was mesmerized, watching his bare ass shift and push to get deeper inside my wife. My heart broke, but I was…aroused? So confusing.
Tyler picked up the pace, and the stable wall vibrated beneath the force of him fucking her. Ari stopped kissing him and returned her gaze to me.
She noticed my obvious erection, and the corners of her mouth turned up. “Do it”, I saw her mouth to me, and I instantly fumbled for my zipper, released my achy cock, and started stroking myself.
Ari alternated between making out with Tyler, sucking on his neck, and staring at me. He kept fucking her, his stamina incredible. And, my normally shy wife, moaned in ways that I hadn’t heard in years.
They were perfectly in synch, and it was obvious that this was not their first time fucking each other. Her face flushed, and I knew she was about to cum. They both were. She used her legs to pull him in tighter, his ass now pounding against her like he wanted to knock the wall behind her down.
Through labored breaths, she begged him over and over to cum inside of her. But he was looking at me. I stroked faster and faster, watching his ass tighten as the two of them came together, my cock exploding all over the stable floor.
They stood there, spent. She held his head so he wouldn’t turn around and mouthed, “Get the fuck out of here” to me. I quickly pulled up my pants and left, a world of conflicting emotions swirling around in my head.
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