Things were very tense around the house with Arianna after I caught her fucking Tyler at Emma’s horse show. We fought for the better part of the week, slept in separate rooms, and didn’t touch each other.
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But Ethan’s tenth birthday was coming up the following Saturday, and Ari had planned everything months in advance. So everyone put on our game faces and did what we had to do.
It was a comically lavish affair. Like I said before, she was a great mom, but it was obvious what I was working so hard to provide. All of the kids in Ethan’s class were there, as were the parents. Which meant Tyler was there too, as uneasy as it made me.
Of course, having parents there meant adult beverages. Lots of them. I manned the grill while Arianna brought me beer and pretended like everything was fine, before flitting off to play the hostess with the mostest.
I remember watching her walk away after handing me a beer.
Black hair scrunchied up in a pony tail that bobbed as she walked, white shorts that were way too short for a kid’s birthday party, peach colored tank top. Makeup was perfect, as were her finger and toe nails. Her ever-present gold toe ring visible through her sandals.
Just the sight of her made me ache, forgetting for a moment what happened less than a week before. Why did I react the way that I did? And when did Ari become so brazen and aggressive? What the fuck had been going on while I was working?
The day went on and turned into evening. Kids ran around the yard, played in the pool. Cake was eaten, presents were opened. Ari bought Ethan hockey gear that was way more expensive than his skill level dictated. The adults drank and talked. Mostly about work. Some gossip about this and that. Whose kid would end up at what school. Boring stuff.
Sometime around 7:30 or so, guests began saying their goodbyes. Some of the moms were asking where Ari was, and I had no answer for them. It was out of character for her to not send everyone off, especially without their swag bags.
So, of course, I started causally walked around the house looking for her, trying not to arouse suspicion as a handful of stragglers drew their goodbyes out. I had my suspicions about what was happening.
I started with the obvious, our bedroom and our bathroom. Nothing. Perhaps I was overreacting. Then the kids’ rooms, my home office, etc. The upstairs was clear. So I went back downstairs and then down to the finished basement.
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The lights headed down to the basement were off, and it seemed all quiet as I descended. I reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around and noticed nothing out of the ordinary.
As I turned to go, I heard what sounded like whimpering. “Here we go,” I thought to myself and walked back toward the couch, almost certain of what I would find.
There on the floor, in the glow of the fish tank’s light, was Ari, fully naked, covered in sweat. An equally naked and sweaty man was on the floor, head between her spread legs. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into his brown hair.
Wait what? Brown hair? Tyler had lighter hair. So who the fuck is this? I moved forward, but Arianna looked at me yelled at me to stop as she ground her hips against the man’s face.
For whatever reason, I listened. Frozen there on the other side of the couch, I watched another man make my wife cum for the second time in a week. “This is the last straw,” I muttered to myself as my cock stiffened beneath my shorts.
After her legs stopped shaking, Ari pushed the man off and stood up. The guy turned around. It was Declan, the college aged son of one of our neighbors. He didn’t even flinch when he saw me. He just smiled like this was an everyday thing. What the fuck?
Before I could process that, Ari got on her knees on the couch and bent over the back, her face about a foot from my face. Without prompting, Declan moved in behind her.
Ari reached underneath and guided his massive cock inside of her with one hand. The gasp she made mixed with the sound of her wetness being stretched out burned into my brain.
She dropped her elbows to the back of the couch and held my gaze while this 19 year old who we had known almost his entire life railed her like she was at a college frat party.
Declan pounded hard inside of her, his hands clumsily gripping her wide, tan hips. She threw herself back into him, meeting each stroke. Her hands clutched the couch cushions as she struggled to hold my gaze.
“You like this, don’t you,” she gasped between breaths. “Take it out, Alex. Let me see how hard you get watching your wife get fucked.”
I pulled my shorts down to my ankles as Declan slowed his pace. I was indeed rock hard, so much so that I could hardly bend my cock forward. “Stroke your cock, Alex,” she said as she worked her ass back into him over and over.
“What the fuck am I even doing,” I thought as my hand moved up and down on my achy cock. Ari chuckled a little and, and her raspy voice said, “I like the way he fucks me so much better than you. All of them.”
At that point, she reached underneath, got the mix of their juices from their pussy, reached over the couch and rubbed them all over my cock. Then she flashed me her wedding day smile.
Confident that she had wounded me enough, she told Declan to fuck her harder. He lifted her easily and moved her legs out further so he could go deeper. He picked up the pace, with me stroking just as fast, in synch with his motions.
Ari’s face flushed, and she moaned, “Cum inside me.“ over and over, never taking her eyes off of me. Declan groaned and gripped her hips tighter. I felt the familiar heat building up in my balls, running down the underside of my cock, exploding all over the floor and the back of the couch.
I stood there, spent and humiliated, while my wife screamed infidelities in my face as she came all over Declan’s cock. Ari shifted, and his cock fell out of her, his cum leaking out of her and onto the floor.
She turned around and kissed him deeply, used her hands to get their juices off of his cock, and put her fingers in her mouth. Declan patted her ass, grabbed his clothes, and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
That‘s when my beautiful wife turned to me, took my cock in her hand, stared deep into my eyes, and said, “Honey, I will fuck who I want, where I want, when I want. And you’re going to allow it. Tell me you understand.”
For some inexplicable reason, I simply nodded. She dropped my cock and headed toward the bathroom where Declan was.