Foreclosed; By storyace, 2010

Part 1 of 3

Story codes; cuckold, IR, F/M, F/F/M, M/M/F, F/F/M/M

15,000 words

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 storyace@hotmail.com

Synopsis; He's old, he's white, and he sleeps in my bed with my wife. But at least I get to watch.

I put the phone down and turned to face Kelly. "They've denied the appeal. It's over." 

She burst into tears and ran upstairs. I sat down in what was no longer my living room, lost for an idea what to do next.

The phone rang again after a while.

"Hello?

"Hi Tom. It Ralph.

I was speechless; what do you say to a man who has just taken everything from you? Well, he hadn't taken quite everything. Yet.

"Did you get the news about the appeal?" he asked.

"Yes."

"My lawyer says we should go straight to eviction proceedings, but I thought maybe we could just get together and talk about it man to man. What do you say?"

"Yeah, sure." I said numbly.

"What about tomorrow afternoon? I could come over around four."

Kelly wouldn't even talk to me. She blamed me for everything; the loss of my company, the loss of our home, our dreams, the whole economy.

"I'm not going back to Detroit." Was all she'd say, "No way. You go, I'm not going."

"We have nowhere else to go. We have no family here."

"We got out of the by the skin of our teeth, and I'm not going back." she insisted. "I tell you one thing, Tom; from now on, we're doing things my way. You screwed things up for long enough."

She blamed me; and perhaps she was right. She'd argued against buying such a big house. She'd argued against buying such an expensive car too. But everyone else was living this way; our financial advisor, banker, and tax consultant all thought we were living well within our means.

At exactly four the next day, Ralph was at the door.

We knew him slightly, he was a retired orderly who used to work at the hospital where Kelly works administration. And he now owned our house.

He put out his hand. After hesitating for a moment, I took it.

"Look Tom, I understand this is about the worst thing that can happen to anybody. And I'm sorry about it." He said.

His hand was white against my brown, and old against my young, but equal in strength as well as size.

"Can I come in?" He asked.

"It's your house." I said, my heart crying otherwise.

"Jesus, it's beautiful." He said, looking around as he walked in for the first time.

It shouldn't have gone to auction at all; I'd gotten refinancing just days before. The check was sent by courier, but didn't get to the right office in time to stop the sale.

And, to add insult to injury, the auctioneers had missed a zero on the reserve price. Ralph had bought our 0.75 million dollar house for $22,000 cash. And the courts had said it was legally his.

"What are you going to do with it?" I asked.

"Live in it." He said.

"Can you afford the upkeep?" Kelly asked from behind us.

I turned to see she'd come downstairs; in her formal silver gown, the one she'd worn to the premier.

I'd done some animation for a fairly big film, so we were at the opening with the stars and executives. Kelly looked so good in that dress, the flash guns on the other side of the rope went off like the fourth of July. With her face and figure, they all assumed she was one of the actresses.

My wife glided past us, a vision in a dream; or in my case, a nightmare.

We were highschool sweethearts, a pair of go-getters in a town with nowhere to go and nothing to get. While the other kids dodged school to get drunk and smoke dope, we worked, we studied, we hauled ourselves out of there.

To California. To success.

And now, failure.

"There are HOA dues, taxes, energy of course." She said, "The pool pumps use a lot of power, it adds up."

She threw open the sliding glass door to the garden.

"I did a lot of work out here." She said, "It was just bushes when we got the place two years ago."

"It's beautiful." Ralph said.

"Thanks." Kelly said. "Would you like a beer? Wine?"

"A beer would be great." He said.

"Tom, get Ralph a beer, and some red wine for me."

She looked at me sharply. I shrugged and turned to the kitchen as they went outside.

"Take your shirt off, get some sun." I heard Kelly say.

"I sure would like to see the rest of the house." He said.

"We have all afternoon for that. Relax a little." Kelly said. "You're going to have to decide whether to keep the pool, right?"

"I've never been much into the suntan thing." He said.

"I can see that." Kelly laughed, "You're as white as a sheet!"

I came out with the drinks. Tom was shirtless in our garden, which was certainly an odd sight. He was pretty skinny, I thought to myself.

Strong though, with a hairy back and chest. That was kind of odd, because  he was bald on top of his head.

As Kelly took her drink from the tray, she reached out her other hand, as if to steady herself; and put it on Tom's naked back.

She was standing on gravel in high heels; but the move was blatantly flirty.

Keeping her hand there, her tight silver evening dress totally in contrast with his half naked body, she steered him over to the pool area as I followed behind, wondering what the hell she thought she was doing. Her hand looked black against his white skin, and it bothered me a lot to see her touch him.

We were both virgins when we got together. I know this might sound unlikely, but I'd never been with another woman. And as far as I knew, she'd never been with another man.

Not that we'd had a perfect marriage. We'd had our rough spells like everyone else.

Ralph looked a bit uncomfortable, but went along with her. Well, what man could resist flirting with a woman like Kelly?

Five foot seven, with long legs, a tight rear, slim waist, and generous breasts. Her exposed shoulders wide and thin, her dark brown skin even and unblemished, a long elegant neck, her throat crying to be kissed.

Her noble jawline pronounced, a slightly pointed chin, high cheekbones, generous lips, big clear laughing eyes, high forehead, thick curls of black hair to her shoulders.

Did I mention that I was still in love with her? 

"Tom has no work at the moment, but I'm still earning ok." Kelly told him, "We have no family around here, and like I keep telling him, I'm not going back to Detroit."

"So... What are you going to do?" he asked.

Kelly was silent for a moment. She stood there next to him, her hand still on his back, holding her wineglass like a vision of Hollywood.

"I want to stay here with you." She said.

There was a crash of breaking glass; I looked down to see my beer glass shattered on the patio tiles.

But I didn't take her seriously; this was just her way at getting back at me.

She'd done it before; it was her power. I earned [used to earn] the bulk of the money. As a man, I'm physically far stronger than her of course. But Kelly had her beauty; and if we had an argument, or she was mad about something, she would openly flirt with someone afterwards, just to rub it in that I shouldn't take her for granted.

"What about Tom?" Ralph asked.

"Oh, he takes me for granted." Kelly said. "He thinks I'll follow him right back to the slum we grew up in and move into his mother's apartment with him. But I won't."

So I cleaned up the mess and let her have her fun. I pushed away the natural jealousy I felt; she wasn't really going to "stay" [hand on his naked back] with him.

"The sun is pretty strong." Kelly said, "Should I rub some lotion into your back?"

"I'm all right."

"You'll get burned. Here, I have some we keep for our white guests. We're not so sensitive to it you know."

"Well, all right."

I pretended not to care. She wasn't going to get a reaction out of me this time, no matter what she did. This was serious, this man owned our home! It was no time for pranks.

I found a mop, broom, and dustpan, and came back outside. Ralph was face down on a sunchair, while Kelly rubbed oil into his back.

"I'm a little worried about my dress." She said, standing up, "It cost half as much as you paid for the house!"

They laughed as she washed her hands at the outside sink. But it made me think; she complained about the cost of my car, but we spared no expense for her wardrobe, her jewelry, and cosmetics. She spent as much as I did.

"Tom!"

"Yes dear?"

"Would you unzip me please?"

What she really meant was would I please be enraged; yell and scream, make a fool of myself.

"Sure." I said, and left what I was doing to help her out of her expensive gown.

"Thanks, honey." She said, stepping out of it and handing it to me, "Hang it in my closet in the bedroom."

She was in her underwear and heels; a lacey white bra that contrasted sharply with her brown skin, panties that rode halfway up her tight round rear.

I took a breath; I was not going to flip out. I was not going to lose my temper.

"Yes dear." I said.

When I came back down, my wife was rubbing his chest; he was lying face up. And she was... sitting on him!

Sitting on his lap, her dark breasts hanging in her white bra; his hands were resting casually on her thighs. I stood rooted to the spot, staring.

This was too much; now I had to... do what?

Could I be actually losing my wife? No, I thought. No, we had been together through worse times than this. She was just having her fun, a last laugh before admitting the truth. We had to go back to Detroit. We had no home here, our credit was shot, we probably wouldn't even be able to rent if we had the money.

She couldn't actually be attracted to him. He was an old man, bald with silver hair around his head like a wreath. Ok, he had an impressive build for a man his age, but aside from that, Kelly was a woman who was impressed by success. Ralf was definitely not a successful man.

No, this was about punishing me. Her actions were not about her pleasure, or even his. It was about my pain.

I finished sweeping up the broken glass, as if nothing was going on. Partly, I was accepting my punishment while pretending to ignore it. I didn't want to play her game. Let her do whatever she wanted, to hell with her I thought.

"Hey Tom." Ralph said, "Is this really ok with you?"

I looked at them. My heart roared, and oddly, my cock twitched.

"Yeah, sure." I said. "Kelly is her own woman, she can do as she likes."

"Oh." He said, "It's like that."

I went inside to put the glass into the garbage. Like what? Of course, now he must think we have one of those "open" marriages. In that case... he would be "right" to do anything. Even go all the way with her!

I looked through the window, and saw him reach his hands up to her neck. That long thin neck I loved to kiss, and he pulled her down against himself.

She could have resisted. She could have gotten off of him. But she didn't.

She kissed him!

His hands were roaming at will now, caressing her back, her hips, her ass. She was holding his face! They were kissing, kissing like she had never [as far as I knew] kissed anyone but me!

My blood was pumping into my head, rage was building within me; but what should I do exactly?

Pull her away, slap her face, tell her to get some clothes on and... do what?

It was his house.

Oh, there were still some formalities to go through. We were still the residents of the place until evicted. But we no longer owned it. Some might say we never did.

An emptiness grew suddenly in my belly, as if a black hole had formed there and had begun to swallow me from the inside, sucking my guts into its icy depths . The strength [what little I had left] went from my body, and my knees buckled. Holding myself up on the polished granite kitchen counter top, I looked through the window at my final destruction.

His hands on her naked back, fingers pressing into the indentations of her spine, stroking her smooth brown flesh, holding her fertile young body greedily.

Was she really dumping me? For him?

She could do better than me. I was broke, but a woman like Kelly always had a choice, so why him? He was nothing; all right, he was attractive in a way, the way an older man can be sometimes. He was in his sixties, yet still in good shape; and that's impressive.

But he was still an old man, and she was a young woman. She still had her job, and if it didn't earn much compared to what I used to make, she still earned more than he did I was sure.

He owned the house though; the house she'd made our home, the garden she'd toiled in. He'd bought it for nothing, he just happened to be there at the time. Well, he was there to buy a house at auction, but he never thought he could get one like ours. He was just lucky.

He lifted himself up, rolling my wife onto the sunbed deftly. She looked up at him, her big eyes waiting, her succulent body exposed to the sun, the air, and his lustful stare. He kicked off his trainers and unbuckled his belt. He pushed his pants down over his ass, dropping them to the ground as he stepped out of them, naked. His cock stood in front of him, white, shameless, big, and ready.

Luck; yes, he was a lucky bastard. Was luck attractive in itself? I mean if a woman thought of a man as lucky, would that be thought of as a type of reproductive fitness?

He hovered over her, and her hand took his cock as he bent to kiss her again.

They say we niggers have big ones, but Ralph was looked like my equal. Her brown hand held it, pulled it, stroked it, as I stared in a weird state of paralyzed shock.

What should I do? I knew my life was being eroded by my inaction, my last treasure being taken from me. Yet I stood rooted to the spot, staring, helpless. And perhaps the worst of it, the most shameful thing, was my erection. What was that doing there? My life was going down the sewer, and I was... turned on?

Kelly was pulling down her underwear. Ralph pulled them down her long shapely legs, and threw them to the side. I had an odd impulse; to go pick them up before the wind blew them into the pool.  As if a pair of underwear in the pool would be a problem, but an old man fucking my wife wouldn't be.

He stooped down and wrapped his arms under her legs, lifting her bottom from the bed. She reached for his cock, took it in her hand, and she...  looked up at the window. Looked at me there, watching.

Then she put it there, at her open vagina. She held his stiff white penis there as he pushed it easily into her sweet brown body.

She looked at him then, into his eyes. His stinking blue eyes. Was I forgotten? Was I nobody to her now? Rejected, thrown out like a broken appliance. She had a new one now, a new lover. Well, "new" might be the wrong word... she was giving herself to a another man, another master, the new owner of the house, like a slave of old.

His abdomen tensed, pushing his dick deep, pulling it out, as he held her lower end in his arms. After a minute, he set her down and climbed on top of her, and she wrapped her long legs around his hips as he gave it to her.

Was she... no. Yes. I couldn't avoid the truth. She was coming. She was coming after mere moments with him, after 10, perhaps 20 strokes. She was wild for him!

My eyes were burning, watering... this is hard to admit, but I was starting to cry. Me, a grown man, crying like a baby, yet I couldn't tear my gaze away from the terrible, beautiful sight by the pool.

He kissed her and fucked her, his white ass rising and falling, pushing deep and hard at the end of each stroke, he had his feet on the ground for purchase, he had her in his arms, in his power. She was his. Her body, so young and tight, his to dominate, to ravish, to pleasure. It was primal, powerful, and terrible.

But why, why in the midst of this misery, did my cock betray me? Why was it pulsing in excitement when it should have been sucked up into my empty guts?

He pulled his cock out of her, still hard, pulsing, wet. He stepped forward, one foot on either side of the bed, and bent his knees again to put it to her mouth. She took it in her hands and opened her lips to accept it.

Kelly liked to suck cock. I loved that about her; the way she seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. As much as he did now.

He took her head in his hands and pumped her mouth gently, popping the tip in and out of her face as she held on and sucked, waiting eagerly for the inevitable result.

I never thought of myself as an inadequate lover; no superman, but well able to please my woman. But this man, almost a stranger, was taking her like I never did. He was doing whatever he wanted, bending her to his will. And my wife was willing. More than willing, she was crazy for him.

He came; in her mouth, holding her head in his hands, he shot his load.

It was a relief, really; he hadn't polluted her womb with his white seed at least.

"Tom!" Kelly called out a minute later.

"What?" I asked from the patio door, as if my wife lying naked in another man's arms was perfectly normal.

"Bring me a glass of wine. Red."

"Ok."

Ok? Nothing was ok! Why had I said ok? As if it was all fine, hunkey dory, swell.

I brought her a new glass, thinking I'd better find the old one before it got broken.

Ralph grinned at me. Grinned! Like thanks, fucking your wife was just the thing to spice up a boring afternoon while taking a man's home from him.

"I haven't had sex like that since the seventies." He said.

"I've never had sex like that." Kelly said, sipping her wine, her hand over his shoulder as they lay side by side.

"Do you want anything?" She asked him.

"I'm good, thanks." He said, smiling at me as if I were the waiter.

I went back inside, thinking perhaps I was.

They lay there, kissing gently. Kissing! I couldn't believe it; shouldn't we... what? Get going with the eviction?

I watched them through the window, my damned cock not giving me any peace. Finally, I took it out and pulled at it a little. That felt pretty good, so I put some soap on my hand and jerked off, still watching them. I squirted into the kitchen sink, and felt better afterwards.

Ralph finally left, not before a last long lingering kiss with my wife at the door.

As she closed it behind him, she turned to face me. We stared at each other, neither of us knowing what to say; or if to say anything.

"I thought you loved me." She said accusingly, walking past me to the kitchen.

"Me? You're blaming me?" I asked, astonished.

"You could have stopped it, but all you did was watch. I can't believe it! I thought I knew you, but you just watched. You liked it too; I know you did. You're a pervert."

"You threw yourself at him like he was the last man on earth, and you're blaming me?"

"I just wanted to see what you'd do, and you didn't do anything." She said, rummaging in the fridge. "I kept waiting for you to come out and stop us. But all you did was watch as he took advantage of me."

"Bullshit! You were as into it as he was. You came twice!"

"Three times actually." She said looking into nowhere with a serene smile. "Anyway, now at least we have somewhere to stay."

"We do?"

"Ralph will start bringing his things over tomorrow. You should move your things into one of the spare room. Unless you still want to go back to your mother's tenement in Detroit."

"What about your things?"

"I'll stay in the master bedroom with Ralph." She said flippantly.

"Do you expect me to live here like that? While you sleep with him?" I demanded.

"It's up to you, honey. Look, whatever, it happened. Anyway, we can still... well, maybe not. We'll see how things develop."

I helped Ralph carry in his stuff. He filled half the garage and I had to park my car in the drive.

"A car like that shouldn't be out in the weather." Ralph said.

"I know." I said. It was an expensive car; I'd paid for it with an equity loan on the house. Maybe if I hadn't, I'd still own the house. Maybe I'd still have my wife.

Kelly came home from work as we were finishing up.

We went inside.

"I still can't believe this place is mine." Ralph said, looking around, "I never thought I could have a house like this. Hey Kelly! Come give me a kiss!"

He took my wife in his arms, held her tight, and put his tongue in her mouth. She struggled playfully, giggling, not really trying to avoid it.

"I'll see about dinner." Ralph said, and went into the kitchen.

"Are you two getting along all right?" Kelly asked, sitting down. "Damn, my feet are killing me."

Normally, that was a signal for me to massage her feet.

"Yeah, actually we are." I said. I hadn't thought about it yet, but somehow the two of us were ok. Which was pretty amazing when you think about it. He'd bought my house for almost nothing, and taken my wife for free.

"My feet are killing me." She said again, with more emphasis.

Of the three of us, she was the only one with a job. Ralph's pension would barely be able to cover the bills; Kelly's paycheck was an important part of the whole arrangement.

I sat down on the floor with my back against the sofa between her knees, and she put a leg over my shoulder. I took the foot in my hand and started to rub it, pushing my thumbs into the arch.

"Ooh, that feels good." She said.

Ralph came in from the kitchen after a minute, drying his hands on a towel. "I've got a casserole in the oven." He said, sitting on the couch behind me. I felt Kelly's weight shift towards him.

"How about a blow job, sweetie?" he asked her.

"Ok." She agreed.

I pulled out from under her as he stood and pulled his pants down.

"Hang out, Tom." He said, "You can watch."

He grinned at me as he took Kelly's head in his hands and brought it to his slack cock.

I sat on a chair opposite, defeated. What did it matter now? He was going to be sleeping with her, I wasn't. I was a guest in my own house, here at his whim.

But I realized something then; he liked me to watch.

He kept glancing at me as his cock stiffened in Kelly's mouth. It turned him on that I was watching. He was as perverted as I was.

An understanding seemed to pass between us, a semi-secret pact. He would have sex with my hot young wife, but I was still part of it. I was here, at the sidelines, the young buck. And when he faltered, when he couldn't or wouldn't, I'd be there to take over again.

He needed [or perhaps just enjoyed] that edge, that touch of danger.

I had become a voyeur now, and he was an exhibitionist. I wondered if he had been like that before. He was old, in his sixties; he'd lived through the wild seventies, what perversions had he known?

"Say Kelly, maybe you should do it to Tom for a bit." He suggested, pulling his stiff white thing out of her mouth.

She looked at me; "That would be too weird." She said.

"Really?" he laughed, "Why? He's your husband."

"Yeah, sure, but... it would be too... slutty. Sorry Ralph, but I'm just not like that."

She took his old cock in her mouth again, its pale color contrasting beautifully with her dark brown face. She sucked him deeply,

thoughtfully, then pulled away for a moment.

"I don't mind him watching, but I can only be with one man at a time." She said.

He looked at me and shrugged as Kelly went back to work on his cock. "Sorry, Tom." He said.

"Yeah, that's all right." I said. I don't know why I said that, because it wasn't.

Ralph grunted and held my wife's face between his palms as he came in her mouth, pumping gently as she sucked eagerly.

"Wow, now that's what I call an appetizer!" he laughed, then pulled up his pants and went back into the kitchen.

I stared at Kelly accusingly.

"Look, this is all new to me." She said defensively, "I'm just doing what I feel."

I couldn't do what I felt without getting 20 to life.

That night I could hear them talking until late, in what was once my bedroom. Oddly, it bothered me as much as their sex. Because they were bonding.

The next day Kelly went to work, and I was alone with Ralph. That was distinctly uncomfortable.

"Listen Tom, I'm sorry about what happened. With Kelly I mean. I misunderstood, I thought you guys were into that sort of thing, you know, sharing."

I grunted an acknowledgment.

"Anyway, don't worry, she'll get bored of me after a while. I mean, I'm sure she must have had an affair before at some point, and she stayed with you."

"We've been faithful to each other since we were kids."  I said, wondering why I was telling him that.

"Come on, You've never screwed anyone on the side, even once? I bet Kelly has. She's... "

"Did she tell you that?" I demanded.

"No. but... hey, sorry Tom, I didn't mean to upset you or anything. It's just that in reality, everyone does it at some point, you know?"

What could I say? How well I know my wife? Actually, what he said made sense. It helped explain her actions; was it possible she'd cheated on me before? More than once?

"You must have had rough patches." He said, breaking into my thoughts, "When She seemed a bit distant, you barely had sex? She probably said something about stress at work or something. And worked late a lot of nights? Maybe she'd give you head or something, quick like, but no sex?"

I looked at him in some shock, and he grinned at me sympathetically. "Sorry buddy." He said. "But at least this time, everything's out in the open. And as long as she is into me, you're both welcome to stay."

I realized that the last line was the point of the whole conversation.

 "Kelly said you run every day." Ralph said, "I do too; maybe you could take me around your route."

"Yeah, I guess." I said.

"I swore I wouldn't have a relationship with a younger woman again." He said later as we stretched out in front of the house before starting.

"Why not?" I asked curiously.

"They want to try out the daddy thing, it's a bit of erotic fun. Very naughty and all that. Then when they get bored, they go. That was fine when I was younger, but I don't really have time to waste now, if you know what I mean. Kelly will want to go back to you soon; well, eventually. Then where will I be? Alone again, but that much older. It's harder for us to find people than for you kids, you know. There aren't a lot of older women available without a lot of... well, that aren't fat and ugly."

We set off, and thankfully the babble stopped. From him and from my own confused mind as well. That bastard actually had me feeling some sympathy for him for a minute.

I moved all my equipment into the guest room, my room for now. For as long as my wife continued her affair with Ralph.

I boxed up anything that wouldn't fit, and put it in the loft above the garage. I worked at my computer, making slick presentations to try to drum up some work.

In the evenings when Kelly came home, we'd have a little while to talk while Ralph cooked. He always cooked, and I did the cleaning. We never said anything about it, we just did it. Kelly would tell me about her day, as usual, as if she wasn't going to sleep with Ralph.

She always sat close to him after dinner as we all watched TV together. Cuddling, touching. Sometimes, during commercials, they'd make out a little, kissing and so on.

Once, Kelly pulled out his cock, and stroked him as they kissed. Right there, in front of me.

It had been established; I liked to watch. And they didn't mind, or maybe even liked me to.

The program came back, and she packed it up again. But later, I heard them in their room, doing it.

I masturbated sadly. If they were going to do it, I would rather watch than not, I admitted to myself.

"Hey Tom, when was the last time you were tested?" Ralph said the next day as we got ready for our run.

"Tested?"                                                                               

"Yeah, you know, for STD's, AIDS, all that."

"I've never been tested." I said defensively.

"Kelly and I are going this evening, I'm going to pick her up at work. You should come too."

"Why?"

"Well, it's just good to know. Hey, maybe you'll meet someone you want to have fun with; wouldn't it be good to know you're clean?"

Clean; what an odd label.

"Kelly and me, we haven't actually... hell, we can talk plainly at this point. We haven't really done it yet. Just oral."

"Really?" I said with a mixture of curiosity and relief.

 "Oh, she wants to. I mean, you know how she likes a licking, but now she wants to feel that good old simultaneous orgasm. But I hate condoms, they put me off, and smell funny." He said, "So I told her, first we get our tests! Right?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so."

"Anyway, if we take your car, any of her friends who see us picking her up won't think anything of it, you know?"

Which was the point; Kelly didn't want her friends to know her picture perfect life was a shambles, her marriage was on the rocks, and her lover was the retired orderly.

And I was happier to keep it "in house" as well.

After we got our results, there was a lightening of the air in the house. I found that kind of odd.

I was massaging Kelly's feet [I was still allowed to do that] before dinner. She was on the sofa and I was sitting on a cushion in front of her.

It had always been our ritual; I'd thought of it as something sensual, but now I thought she really just liked her feet massaged.

 Ralph came in and sat down next to her, put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against himself. They kissed, and her hand went to his chest.

I could have moved away; but I didn't. I kept massaging her feet.

I watched as he unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra. As he gently caressed her Big firm dark breasts with his pale old hands.

Oddly, I didn't hate him at that moment. Sometimes I did, but the truth was that he wasn't the cause of my trouble. He was just the embodiment of it.

The truth was [I was now convinced] he wasn't the first Kelly had experimented with. He was just the fist I knew of.

Ralph stood up and took off his clothes, then sat down again, naked. His cock was a bit swollen, but not hard.

He'd made me think; after that time, when Kelly had seemed distant and we hadn't had real sex for a couple of months, I'd thought our relationship was ending. But it came back stronger than before.

And in bed, she was different.

Suddenly, she'd become a bit more aggressive. More exciting.

And her vagina was shaved. She always kept it like that afterwards. And that was when she taught me how to lick her snatch so she would come.

Ralph was right. She'd had an affair, and I was such a chump, that I'd never noticed.

So I watched, rubbing her feet, as she took his dick in her hand, as they kissed, as he fondled her breasts.

He opened her waistband, and she lifted her ass as he pulled her skirt and panties down to her thighs.

It seemed natural enough for me to take them off the rest of the way, sliding the clothing down her long smooth legs until she was as naked as he was.

He put his hand on her groin. Just two feet in front of my face, I watched him finger her clit; rubbing her, dipping into her vagina for lubrication, and rubbing her pink sex.

His white fingers seemed so clean; that's something white people have you know. Any grime really shows.

The finger lifted from her clit, turned, and beckoned me.

I looked up at them. Ralph smiled slightly, saying nothing, but waved me forward. Kelly looked at me, but made no sign of agreement or discouragement.

My mouth was watering at the sight of her open pussy; I wanted it. Even if I couldn't have it for myself, I wanted whatever I could get.

I moved in, and her smooth thighs clamped my face as my tongue found her spot.

I kneeled on the carpet and licked her as she sat above me, kissing Ralph and pulling his cock. She didn't come, but I could taste her excitement.

Finally, there had to be a change. She pulled away and pivoted around, so I only had one foot to hold, putting her other foot up onto the back of the sofa, spreading her legs to him.

He moved in, setting his ready penis against her wet open hole, and pushed it in easily.

She didn't look at me as he fucked her. But she kept her foot in my hands. I sat on a little stool, holding it as they did it together. Her hands on his back, his ass, his face. Her gaze never wavering as she stared at him, until she came.

What did she see there, I wondered? His blue eyes? The crinkles around his eyes, the crags and lines of his long life? Why was that attractive to her, why did it turn her on like that?

"Damn!" he exclaimed as he stiffened, holding himself in her. And he came.

Ejaculating into her, shooting his white sperm deep into my dark wife as I held her one foot, like a drowning man holds a piece of driftwood, even though it isn't enough to keep him afloat.

After a half minute, it was over. He pulled out and sat there, while Kelly stayed put, one foot still behind his shoulder on the back of the sofa, the other in my clasping, desperate, hands.

"Say honey, why don't you give Tom a little blow job." He suggested.

She looked at me, then back to him, obviously hesitant.

"Come on, baby... He's been a good sport through all this, he's still your old man after all. Go on, do it for me."

"Yeah, ok." She said finally.

She sat up as I stood in front of her. She opened my pants and fished it out. I was as hard as a banker's heart, so she had to struggle with it a little.

Our roles were reversed now, Ralph watched as Kelly went to it, sucking my black dick.

But it wasn't right.

This wasn't how I made love to my wife. It wasn't anything. Yes, she was beautiful, yes, her lips and tongue were sliding over my stiff rod like they used to. But after a minute or two, she pushed me away.

"It isn't working." She complained.

"Give it a few minutes more." Ralph urged.

"I have to have a shower. I'm... leaking." She said, and pushed by me as she headed for the bathroom.

"Oh well, sorry buddy." Ralph said with a shrug as he got up to follow her. "I tried. Hey, you'd better clean off the couch before that soaks in." he added, pointing to a little puddle where Kelly had been sitting.

Well, it was his house, but my sofa. I didn't want it stained.

Later, my ear to the wall, I could hear them arguing.

"If you don't want me, just say so." Kelly said.

"It's not like that." He answered, "I just want us all to get along. Tom's getting frustrated."

"He can jerk off all day, he has nothing else to do." She retorted, "I don't mind the watching thing, but if I'm with you then I can't be with Tom at the same time."

"But you are anyway. He's living here with us, your taxes and property are all combined. And you let him watch."

"Yeah, ok, but I don't want to have sex with him. And I don't understand why you want me to either!"

"It's just fun to get away from our conventions, you know. The one-on-one relationship. I thought you'd be wild to have two guys at once."

"Well you thought wrong."

"You should try it at least. You might like it."

"And then what if I don't? I tell Tom no again? Look, I don't know where this is going, but that isn't it."

End of part 1

 Part 2;

Foreclosed 2; Mayra comes

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