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I was just on the verge of cuming. Two more strokes, I said to myself as my cock slid smoothly into my secretary’s cunt.

“Uhhh.” she cried as she got ready to cum herself.

One more stroke. I opened my eyes to see her face as I prepared to pull out and shot my cream onto her belly, but the look on her face was not one of sexual passion but of fear, as her gaze was not on me but behind me.

Instinctively, I turned my head when I should have pulled out my cock, and found my wife standing in the doorway of my office watching me rut my secretary on top of my desk.

“Oh fuck!” I muttered at the same time as a stream of cum spurted from my cock well inside Fran’s pulsing pussy. My wife turned and walked away. I closed my eyes and hung my head in guilt and shame, forgetting that my cock was still inside Fran and that it was behaving like a uncontrollable firehose.

My name is Bob Ficher, and that, in short, is how I got caught screwing my young, gorgeous and willing secretary. It wasn’t the first time - screwing her I mean - but it was the first time I had forgotten to lock the office door before doing it, A simple mistake and bang, the end of a fifteen year marriage, or so I thought.

It wasn’t that my wife Judy was a bitch, not giving me sex, nor love. She did and in abundance. Our sex was great and plentiful. She instigated having a romp at any time day or night, and anywhere, and she could really suck my cock and make me cum in torrents. Simply put - we had a wonderful marriage which had produced two great children. So my extra curricular activities were not the cause of a failed marriage, but simply because the timing was right, the secretary was willing and I just had to fuck her beautiful young body.

I left the office and went home, expecting the worse, but I wanted to get it over with and event the thought that if I was kicked out of my home, I could spend the night with..... but I dismissed that thought as not appropriate at te time.

I found Judy sitting in the kitchen, a half full bottle of whiskey on the table and a good double in a glass in front of her. She didn’t even look at me when I walked in, and didn’t even reply as I apologized and begged her forgiveness. She just sat there, head bent seemingly looking into that half empty glass between her hands. Then, without a word, lifted the glass and downed it’s contents in one swift gulp. Her eyes shifted to me and the hate that emanated from them said it all. I was a dead man.

She left the table, pushed past me and I listened to the sound of her footsteps down the hall, and up the stairs, followed by the loud slam of the bedroom door. Breathing a large sigh, I followed her steps, knocking on the door and asking to come in. No answer, and the door was locked. I returned to the kitchen and helped myself to the remainder of the liquid in the whisky bottle.

Judy remained in the bedroom for the rest of the day, coming out only to prepare dinner for the children and her. Nothing was left over for me. To the children it was obvious almost from their arrival home after school that a major disagreement was underway between their parents, so they retired to their own rooms to stay out of the way. Later that evening, I found all of my clothes had been moved into the spare bedroom. I was still trying to convince myself that a cooling off period would eventually reach a point where Judy and I would have to discuss what happened and try to repair the damage I had caused. In the mean time......

....... I returned to work the next day and continued on as normal. Fran was nervous, thinking she would be fired, but I assured her she wouldn’t be. She suggested several times, that I stay at her apartment, but I knew what that would lead to and even if it didn’t it wouldn’t help the situation any.

The cold shoulder treatment from Judy went on for nearly four weeks. She relented in only one thing, including me back into the dinner schedule, although she always ate early so she wouldn’t have to sit at the table with me. The kids asked more than once when we were going to act as adults and resolve out differences. I told them it was up to their mother, since she was the one who was not speaking to me.

During this time Judy hadn’t confined herself to the bedroom or the house. She was out nearly every afternoon, either shopping or visiting family and friends. Several times she went out at night with a few of her girl friends, returning rather late and usually, just a bit tipsy. Then on Friday of the third week of silence, she came into the kitchen while the kids and I were eating. We all stopped and gawked at her.

She was all dressed up in obviously some of the new items she had recently purchased and looked more lovelier then I had ever seen her. The kids both said “WOW.” I was speechless, cause I knew this show of beauty was not for me.

“Ok kids.” she said to the children. “I’m going out with Aunt Rita and Uncle Ken and some of their friends. I’ll have my phone if you need to get a hold of me..” With that said, she kissed each of them on the cheek and turned to leave, calling back over her shoulder “I may be late, so don’t wait up.” A horn tooted from the driveway just as she reached the front door. “Bye.” she yelled and was gone. The kids looked at me, and I looked at them, then shrugged my shoulders. What could I do. She still wouldn’t talk to me, and they knew it. We finished our meal in silence.

Judy was out every night for the next week. It was quite obvious to me that she was not going out with her sister and her husband every night. That she had met some guy and was doing things with him, and enjoying it enough to go out with him every night. But what things? He picked her up each night at six, parking his big caddy in the driveway, but I could never see who was in it because of the dark, tinted windows.

I phoned my brother in-law to see if he had any idea what Judy was up to, and he told me she had got along pretty well with a friend of friend who had joined them on their outing the previous week.

“He’s a little bit younger than her Bob. Not bad looking. Not long out of college and still has that football hero physic. All the women were swooning over him.” he told me. “Even Rita, for god’s sake. Things could have become uncomfortable with the rest of the husbands, except that Judy and him hit it off right away and were a couple for the rest of the night.

“I wasn’t aware she was still seeing him. No doubt Rita knows what’s going on, I’ll try and find ut and call you back.”

“Thanks Ken. I appreciate it.” I said.

“No problem pal. Later.” and he hung up.

He phoned about half an hour later to tell me that Judy had told her sister that this was just a form of “pay-back” for me fucking my secretary. But Rita didn’t know how long Judy was prepared to keep up this pretense, or how far she might go. Divorce was still an option she was keeping open.

Judy didn’t get home until after 2 am. The Caddy pulling into our driveway woke me, and I laid there listening to the mumble of their voices as they stood at the front door which was immediately below my bedroom window. A long pause before “goodbyes” and Judy opening the front door indicated a long, passionate kiss. Dam, I was pissed and I jumped out of bed and headed for the hallway, when I stopped and thought, “No. I can’t confront her now. I’m too dam mad and I might lose any chance at saving the marriage.” Instead I just stood behind my closed door and listened to Judy as she climbed the stairs humming lightly.

The next morning she informed us that she had another dinner date for that evening, and we would once again be on our own for the evening meal. Upon hearing this the kids looked questioningly at me, urging me to say or do something to stop this nonsense. But my wife, seeing the looks said.

“No. I will not discuss this.” she stated looking directly at the children. Then she turned her head to look at me, the first time in over a month, and added, “We will talk tomorrow.”

“Finally.” I muttered. She just stared at me, then turned and walked away without another word.

I did my weekly chores of cutting crass and cleaning up the flower gardens, which took up practically the whole day. I was in the kitchen getting a glass of water when Judy appeared, again dressed to the hilt in form fitting mini skirt, and a silky blouse that was very revealing when she bent over. My cock stirred immediately, and I had to stem the urge to grab and ravage her right her on the kitchen floor. No words were exchanged between us, but she deliberately strutted around the kitchen, bending to check what was in the dishwasher, and it was then that I saw she wasn’t wearing a bra and I could see her whole breast as the blouse opened as she bent down. She looked up at me, saw that I was standing there with my mouth open, smiled a little, then closed the washer’s door and then picked her small purse off of the counter and walked through the dining room to the front door of the house. As she opened it, I heard the Caddy idling in the driveway.

By midnight I was in a frenzy, worrying about what Judy and her new male friend might be doing. I tried not to think the worst, because I was convinced that Judy just wouldn’t have sex with someone else, even as I had, and would do the same to get back at me.

To dull my senses, and make the evening go more quickly I had drunk a fair amount during the evening. I was falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV, so I gave in and stumbled upstairs to bed.

A short time later, voices and giggles coming from downstairs woke me. I lay in bed for a moment until the fog of the booze cleared enough for me to realize that the giggling was coming from my wife. Then I heard the deep voice of a man.

“Son-of-a-bitch!” I said stumbling from the bed. This was too much. Bringing her lover into our house and at - I looked at the alarm clock - 1:30 in the morning. I started down the carpeted stairs soundlessly in my bare feet, but stopped at the foot of the stairs as soft, pleasurable moans reached my ears. Slowly, I advanced on the doorway to the family room, where I had left a light on for Judy to see by when she came home. The moans continued, as I quickly peeked around the doorframe, and saw Judy and her young friend kissing deeply, their lips and cheeks moving about as their tongues explored each other’s mouth.

Since they were standing sideways to me they couldn’t see me, so I watched as both his hands moved softly up and down her ass cheeks, gradually lifting her short skirt higher and higher. Judy made no move to stop him, and in fact, slightly moved her body away from his so he could move it higher, finally exposing her thong panties. They continued to explore each other’s mouth as his hand slowly came around then slip down between them and he began to rub the top part of her pussy, then gradually slipped downward to encompass her whole private area.

Judy never made a move to stop him, but moaned in delight as he stroked her. This went on for a couple more minutes before they parted and Judy looked into his eyes, smiled and slowly ground her pelvis into his hand. He smiled to, then brought both of his hands up, undid the buttons on her blouse, moved the loose ends to her shoulders. Judy bent her shoulders back and the blouse slipped from her body to the floor. Her friend held her a ways away and examined her breasts which, though not extra large, where still firm and perfectly formed. Their nipples were both stiffly standing upright just waiting for a warm, moist mouth, and they didn’t have to wait long as he bent down and twirled his tongue around the little knob before sucking it gently into his mouth. Judy gasped, closing her eyes and lifting her head as her arms encircled his and pulled him to her chest.

“Oh god Ron.” she hissed. “Oh fuck. Yes, suck my breasts. Oh god.” Ron left one breast and gave the other the same treatment, as Judy moaned, gasped and moaned again. As his mouth circled between breasts, his hand returned to her pussy, after once again hiking her skirt up. I watched as he fumbled with the narrow, but tight, crotch of her thong, before moving it aside and sliding a finger into her opening. This brought a further, and louder gasp as he began to move his finger in and out of her wet pussy. I now was aware that I had reached into my pajama opening and was rubbing my stiffer than normal cock, feeling I would soon reach that point of no return and shoot my load of cum onto the hall rug.

I knew I should be stopping this, but there was just no way I could make my feet move, or my voice yell. Seeing my beautiful wife being seduced by another man, and her loving it, was just too powerful a aphrodisiac and I didn’t want to spoil it, nor did I want it to end any other way, but normally.

“Oh god Ron, I need you in me now.” Judy said after pulling his head away from her breast. “Let’s go upstairs to my bedroom.”

“What about your husband and kids?” he asked

“They’ll be asleep, and we’ll try to be quiet.” she answered with a giggle.

“Great.” he said, removing his hand from her pussy. “I love it when there is an element of getting caught.”

While they took time to gather up her blouse, I headed for th stairs and was back in bed, feigning sleep when Judy peeked into the room, then closed the door. I heard her check the kid’s rooms as well, then the click of her bedroom door. I waited for a few minutes before leaving my room and quietly reaching her bedroom door, pressing my ear against it and listening. I could hear indistinct words but the pauses between them indicated that they were most likely in bed and making out.

Gently, I turned the door knob and slowly inched the door open a crack. They had left one of the night-stand lights beside the bed on, and as I opened the door more I was gradually able to see into the room and the pair of them lying naked on the bed, facing one another, kissing and fondling each other. From this angel I could see almost everything they did.

Ron muzzled her neck, moving slowly down to her chest till he reached her breast. Opening his mouth he sucked in the nipple and most of the flesh around it. Judy murmured something, lifter his head from her breast and looking at him said.

“I need you in me right now.”

I could see his crooked little smile, as he lifted himself over her legs which she spread and folded back, allowing him maximum area around her mound. His stiff cock had a slight upward sweep to it, and as he lowered himself between her legs, Judy reached down and guided it to her opening.

“Oh yes.” she murmured as it slid slowly into her opening.
“Gaud Judy. You’re so tight.” he answered gasping as he pulled back a little then went forward again, slowly penetrating her slit, aided by the slippery wetness of her love channel.

I could see her hips lifting and rolling as he gradually eased himself in until finally all of his cock was in and his mass of black groin hair enclosed and hid the soft, closely cut light golden down that surrounded Judy’s pussy. He leaned forward on his arms, their lips met and they kissed, letting their tongues explore their mouths. Ron then started a slow roll of his hips, at the same time as he rocked back and forth, taking small pushes in and out, then gradually lengthening his strokes until he was almost extracting his cock then thrusting it back in, each time touching or pushing against her cervix, causing Judy to moan at each contact, lifting her own hips in rhythm with him. He had raised himself on his arms again, humping and thrusting into Judy.

“Oh god. Oh god. I’m cuming. Oh yessssssss. Deeper. Oh FUCK ME. FUCK ME. I want to feel you cum inside me NOW, OH COME WITH ME. FUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKK!

Ron’s hips were pistoning in and out as fast as he could go. Judy’ back was ached upwards bearing the brunt of his thrusts and then he gave a loud gasp, made one last lunge into her channel and I knew he was shooting his cum deep inside of her. The only sound in the room was their heavy, rapid breathing, punctuated by soft moaning as they both came down from their highs. Ron lean down and they kissed. Judy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.

“Oh gaud Judy. You’re the best.” he muttered between kisses. “You feel so fucking good.”

“I like the way you fill me too.” she said moving her hips in a slow circle.

Ron was still inside her, and her movements must have set him off again, because she smiled and said.

“Ooooooh. You’re ready to go again.”

He muttered something I couldn’t hear then they began kissing again as he moved his hip up and down, gradually going faster until they stopped kissing and he raised himself up again and pounded his staff into her thrusting groin and they both came again, with a series of moans and groans.

By now I had ejaculated twice onto the hall carpet, and seeing my wife enjoying her romp with this younger man, I had had enough, and returned to my bedroom, not to sleep but to ly there, listening to them rut one more time before they were quiet, having fallen asleep.

The sound of a car door closing, a motor starting and then pulling out of the driveway, woke me. I lay there listening for a moment before getting out of bed and walking to my wife’s bedroom. Judy lay there, with the bed sheet puled up to her chin. She was awake, and turned her head to look at me as I stood in the open doorway. She didn’t smile or say a thing, but her arm came out from under the sheet and patted the empty side of the bed beside her. I paused briefly, then entered the room and sat down on the side of the mattress, and looked down at her.

“I know you watched and saw us making love” she said. “How did it feel to watch someone you love so much, be fucked by another man, and know he was filling me with his seed, and that I was not protected. That I might now be pregnant with his child, and that I have no regrets?” she paused and looked deep into my eyes, which were now watering and threatening to overflow. “Can you now understand how I felt when I saw you fucking your secretary? Can you forgive me Bob, and can you ever love me like you once did?”

I had no answers.

That happened several years ago. Judy and I divorced shortly after, and she was indeed, pregnant, carrying Ron’s baby. But Ron never married Judy, nor did he ever see his daughter. Ron was in the first tower to crumble on that fateful day in New York.

Judy survived that tragedy to go on and have three more children, all with different fathers. We’ve healed out differences too, and continue to be friends and share our children equally.

That episode where I got caught with Fran, had another twist. Fran got pregnant because I failed to pull out in time, and gave birth to a wonderful, healthy baby girl nine months later. As soon as my divorce was final, we married and now have three children with another expected in four months.

Fran continues to be my secretary. Not because she doesn’t trust me with a new assistant, but because we both like fucking on my desk, and getting her pregnant.