Amicable

Amicable

This Friday I had decided to come home earlier. I entered the house with an expectant smile, with the thought of Samantha, my wife. She should be at home, I thought, at least her bicycle was standing in front of the house, but she was nowhere to be seen. Probably she was with our neighbours. We lived here for just about one year and I was lucky that our neighbours seemed to be relaxed, nice people. Especially so, since Sam was a bit shy, when it came to new contacts.
I decided to go over to the Smiths. Probably we could enjoy a chilled beer together in their garden. My smile grew bigger. The Friday evening seemed to be promising. It was still hot outside. A beer with my wife and good neighbours sounded alluring. I just jumped over the low fence and was in our neighbour’s garden. Then I walked in direction of their terrace, which was shielded by rampant shrubs.
I heard someone moaning and it sounded pretty much like the moaning of my Sam, when she was sexually aroused. Then another female was moaning. Before I could make up my mind, why I heard such sounds, I went around the corner and what I then saw was in line with the moaning, but not at all in line with my world view. Sam was laying on a sunlounger completely naked. Shirley Smith, equally naked was sitting between her wide spread legs, massaging my wife’s boobs. And Shirley husband George had freed his erected penis from his trousers and placed it in my wife’s mouth, who obviously hungry, sucked it under quit horny sounds of pleasure. This was far too much for me. I jumped back behind the bushes. My head started spinning and my dick started to grow until it felt hard and pulsating in my trousers.
Was this really true? Or was it a hallucination? My beloved wife, who always was a bit shy, when it comes to any kind of physicalness had sex with another man AND another woman?
I peeped between the bushes. Sam really seemed hot and hungry. By now George had started to fuck her mouth with slow, small moves and she seemed more than content. Shirley’s fingers, who had arrived between Sam’s legs, seemed to do the rest. Sam moaned loudly.
“Our Sam is so incredibly hungry,” I heard Shirley saying. Geez, what a redundant comment. Wait. ‘Our Sam?’ What did Shirley meant by this?
“Probably she has another hungry mouth,” George stated and gave Shirley’s hand, which was busy between Sam’s tights, a salacious look.
“I think so,” Shirley said in a faked casual tone. Now George withdraw his penis from Sam’s mouth, who really seemed a bit disappointed, but as the man moved towards her lap she bit her lower lip. Clearly a sign of embarrassment.
“Do you want to get fucked good?” Shirley asked her. Sam opened her mouth, but was not able to say a word. Probably her other mouth was busy digesting Shirley’s moves.
Shirley withdrew her pleasuring hand and smiled expectantly, while she rose from the sunlounger. George took her place with his dick in his hand. I could not see in detail how he penetrated Sam, but I read from her face that he was doing it and that she liked it a lot.
My dick was rock hard, my thoughts raced. I turned around and went. As I tried to jump back into our garden I fell onto the grass. For some moments I remained there. I was very aware of my erection and my lust. At the same time I felt fear and shame. What was going on here? I always thought Sam was satisfied with our sex life. Well at least I was. Sometimes she gave me a blow job, but hell, she was never as hungry as she was for George’s dick. And she seldom exposed her vulva as much as she did in front of Shirley and George.

At home I took a cold shower and tried to think and to remember. What did Shirley meant by ‘our Sam’? How long since Sam had sex with George and Shirley? I guessed what I saw was not an accident, nor was it the first time. If my wife was not a completely different person, she needed time to get used to new people and even more time to discover new physical frontiers. And al this ought to be happened before my eyes unnoticed? I tried to remember situations that might have given me a hint, if only I knew.
Okay there was one of our first evenings together. After 3 bottles of whine the conversation became an interesting turn. Shirley asked how much partners we had before we became a couple. I said truthfully three and Samantha said I was her first. Shirley had chuckled and murmured that we both where quite inexperienced. Sam had just shrugged, but Shirley asked further if she never wished to broaden her horizon, probably with another man or woman. Sam hat just nipped on her whine. I had not paid much attention to this conversation. Until now.
I still tried to figure out how the woman on the terrace, who enjoyed herself in an allowedly horny threesome, was my wife, who, too enjoyed sex, but was not all too open with herself and others. Old feelings of inferiority rose in me. And my dick rose again. I sighed.