Cuckold Lust, Chapter 1

My wife Maureen and I live in an unfinished subdivision in California. We are long distance commuters, and bought this house just before gas prices took off a couple of years ago. The developer finished just two houses before the bank pulled his loans. The rest of our cul de sac is barren land. We have become friendly with the couple in the other house, Cathy and Paul.




One of the problems no one tells you about, and one probably doesn't consider when making the choice to become a long distance commuter, is how dependent you are on your automobile. So it came to pass recently that I was stuck at home when my car was in the shop. Since I work as a software engineer, I could work from home for the day. Unfortunately, I was out of sugar for my coffee. I decided to take a walk next door since driving 1/2 hour to the nearest store was not possible.




Our houses are identical, and on either side of the front door is a window as a border. As I approached the door, I looked up and saw something through the window I had never expected. Cathy was on all fours getting banged by a black man I had never seen before! My mouth fell open as I watched this well build dark stranger with his hands gripping her hips. Her sexy auburn hair was heavy with sweat from the workout and her massive breasts (which I had checked out whenever I saw her) were pounding forward and back as he guided her onto his manhood. I could hear the slapping of her beautiful curvy figure against his thighs through an open living room window. 

She kept moaning and panting with her red lipstick in a perfect "O" as she submitted to his cock. He took his hand and gave her ass a quick slap.




"Yes, yes, yes, Sir I am your white bitch!" she admitted in the heat. "I'm all yours! Just don't stop!"




With that he picked up the pace in earnest. The morning light made them glisten. I could not help myself and took down my trousers. I stroked my hardness obsessed as Cathy's breasts pounded in unimister with his thrusts. Although Maureen had a similar curvy, thick build as Cathy, I had become interested in seeing her in the buff since we had moved here. My cock was throbbing as I got my wish to see her curves uncovered.




The black man's pace picked up and finally he shouted "Yeah, take my cum!"




I couldn't believe wither what I was witnessing, or how unexpectedly aroused they had made me! I watched, stroking, as he kept his manhood inside her, taking his pleasure. When he did pull out, I saw the thick pure white strands of cum on his bare cock! He had cum inside this white upper middle class housewife right before my eyes! I came immediately. 

I rushed back to my house, afraid of having been noticed.




For the rest of the morning, I obsessed with what I had witnessed. I drank my coffee black, unconcerned at the lack of sugar. There was no chance of concentrating on writing code this morning. Instead, I kept an eye on Cathy and Paul's house. In about an hour I saw the garage door open and Cathy's lover drove a Lexus out and away. My mind reeled as I thought about the show I witnessed.




Then, I saw Cathy walk out of the garage. She was wearing a loose fitting tee shirt and boxers as she started working on the flower bed in front of her home. Without thinking, I started stroking my cock again as I spied her. It was not long before I came watching her again.




I turned away and started to watch CNN to try to focus on anything else. I found myself having a curious sensation, jealousy of Paul! I had wanted to watch Maureen have sex with another man for years. Don't doubt that we had expansive sexual escapades. But she always refused to consider my fantasy out of fear that it would ruin the relationship. Cathy had, in effect, given me a glimpse of what Maureen would look like if I were watching her. And so in a way Paul had his wife, and mine! So I had a jealousy and even an envy of Paul, and it was because his wife was with another man - a black, dominant man no less!!




I spent the rest of the day watching TV, trying to calm my sexual tempest down. Around 5 o'clock the doorbell rang. Paul was there when I opened the door.




"Hi," I said. Really I was in shock. I didn't know if I should tell him or hide what I knew! What did he know? Oh, all was amiss!




"Your presence is requested," he said. "Please come with me next door."




Then he held up my billfold!