Caught Red-Handed? Maybe, Maybe Not

I was frozen; sure that I was going to be caught in the act of watching my lying wife with another man…caught by my wife herself.

Her companion lay on the bed while Hannah walked over to the partially open closet to see what had caused the noise. Hannah leaned in and picked up the coat that I had knocked off the clothes hanger. I tried to become invisible but knew that was ridiculous. I waited for the inevitable. But it never came.

Hannah picked up the coat, not a foot away from where I crouched, and put it back on the hanger. I know she had seen me, would have been impossible not to, yet she gave no indication she had. Hannah walked back to the bed and said laughingly to her black lover, “Now where were we?”

“Come to papa,” he replied in jest.

“You betcha,” Hannah said, “Fuck me now; I’m ready, baby, I want your big black cock in me now, lover. Come on, baby, I’ve been horny all week waiting for tonight.”

My cock got hard again and I began stroking myself, watching Hannah.

She straddled him and he reached down to guide his member into her. That huge hunk of thick, black meat went straight into her; my wife suddenly had what had to be 8 inches of black cock buried in her pussy to the hilt.

Hannah let out a groan of pleasure, and said, urging him on, "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me fuck me! Give me that black dick, oh gawd yes, give me that big, black dick, baby!"

He flipped her over on her back and raised her legs to his shoulders where her come-fuck-me pumps rested, stiletto heels pointing straight up, then began to pound in and out of her like a jackhammer. "Oh god yes, that feels so good, lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my white pussy, baby, fuck me with your big, black dick," she cried, over and over.

I was jacking off, shaking with excitement. I admired how she handled him; he was moaning loudly as he hammered that hard black dick into my wife’s pussy.

He came quickly to her commands of “Cum in me, baby, give me your black cum, fill my sweet white pussy up!”

As he came in my wife I came also, there in the closet, no longer caring if she had seen me on not. He remained inside Hannah for a few more minutes, moaning with pleasure and slowly rotating his pelvis against her cunt until she finally patted his forearm and told him she needed to pee.

They dressed and Hannah said to him, loud enough for me to hear, “Let’s go out for a drink.” After they left I let myself out and went to my car, uncertain what to do now. I had finally caught Hannah in one of her lies, but I was part of it, wasn’t I? I spent the night in a motel and went back to the house the next day, pretending to have come back from my business trip.

I walked in the front door to find Hannah vacuuming the carpet. She rushed over to me and hugged me, saying, “I missed you, glad you are home.” Yeah, right.

Later that evening as we made small talk over dinner I enquired, “How was girl’s night out last night?”

Without missing a beat Hannah said, “Oh, you know, just gossip and talk about clothes and things, nothing special.” I left her lie go unchallenged.

At about 11 P.M., when getting ready for bed, I opened the closet to put away my suitcase, the same closet I had hidden in the night before. There on the floor of the closet was a torn piece of paper. That wasn’t here last night, I thought. Picking it up I had almost thrown it in the wastebasket when I noticed some writing on it.

I read, “Enjoy the show?” It was Hannah’s handwriting without question.

What now?