Finding My Wife

As soon as I saw her again, it was as though the last year had never existed. All the old feelings immediately came flooding back. Up to that point it had been a fairly normal Saturday afternoon; a few drinks and a game of pool in a local bar followed by the weekly dreaded tour of the supermarket buying any convenience foods that happened to be packed for single consumption.

Single. That was how I had come to think of myself over the last twelve months since my wife Debbie had left without so much as a word. I reported her missing, obviously, but the cops seemed to have much better things to occupy their precious time and, I'm sure, just thought that it was a case of a wife leaving her husband. As the weeks drifted into months and there was still no sign of her, I began to doubt my own thinking, that something had happened to her, and started to believe that the police might have been right after all. My life drifted on in a pattern that was fast becoming the norm; work, drinking, masturbation, sleep. Slowly, Debbie occupied less and less of my thoughts until at last I thought that I was finally over her.

And then Saturday came. At first, I wasn't even sure that it was her; Debbie's normally auburn hair had been bleached a dirty blonde colour and she had slimmed down considerably. It was late afternoon with the sun still warm and all she wore was a simple patterned summer dress. I stood speechless on the other side of the road. She obviously hadn't seen me yet and was browsing the window of a chain-store boutique. I knew that I had to do something; say something to her or at least react in some way, but I just felt numb; my limbs refused to co-operate. I just stood there and gaped with a stupid expression from across the road.

"Are you alright, young man?"

The voice seemed hollow, dreamlike and I wheeled around to see a small, old woman looking at me with obvious concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

I nodded my apologies politely and assured the old woman that I was fine. I looked back across the road. Debbie was still there - thank God! I made up my mind quickly and started to cross the street. I had absolutely no idea what I was going to say to her, I just knew that I had to do something!

Now on the same side of the street and closer to my wife, I got a much better impression of her. The last year had obviously been kind to her. The new hair style suited her and not only had she slimmed down, but she had toned her figure almost to perfection. Had it been just another woman I was looking at, the sexual energy would have been charging through me. As it was, looking at the new Debbie had already given me a solid erection!

I moved closer to her through the throng of late Saturday afternoon shoppers. I hardly saw the crowd as they passed me, my attention was rivetted to the image of my wife. It seemed ages until I was able to get close to her and I was about to speak when I saw another, blonde haired woman of about the same age sidle up to her. I caught my breath. I wasn't expecting to have to deal with one of her friends as well. I decided to hang back for a while, I had only just managed to pluck up enough courage to approach Debbie, one of her friends as well would be way too much for me to cope with.

The two women wandered into the shop, still blissfully unaware of my presence. I watched them study various items of clothing on the rails until, without making a purchase, they both wandered back out into the sunlight. I hid in a shop doorway while they chatted. For a moment, it looked as though they were about to go their separate ways when suddenly Debbie's friend slipped her arm around her waist and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. Normally, I would not have given this display of affection a second thought but, as I watched them look lovingly into eachothers eyes, I was certain that the kiss was more than just a friendly peck - much, much more!

They weren't splitting up at all, they were walking off together. I followed them at a discreet distance keeping to shop doorways and behind advertising boards. Debbie's friend was keeping her arm around my wife's waist. I guess I should have been upset or angry, but watching the two women from behind as they walked and seeing the way their butt's swayed with each step, had me as hard as a rock!

After a while we all approached a residential area. They turned this way and that, up different streets and it was becoming increasingly more difficult for me to stay unobtrusive. Thankfully, within a few minutes the women turned into a driveway and walked up the path to a large, brick built, single-storey house. The garden was overgrown and as I looked at it I realised that it would afford me excellent cover.

The light was fading and, as I secreted myself in the undergrowth, I knew that it would be difficult for anyone to see me. I did, however have a great view through the undraped window into the bedroom. I could hardly believe what I was doing and knew that, if caught like this, I would probably be entitled to a good spell behind bars. But I had to see. It would have been hard enough to know that your wife had disappeared in favour of another man. But another woman?

As the two women walked into the bedroom, I quickly saw the attraction for Debbie. The blonde was absolutely gorgeous. Her figure was every bit as delightful as Debbie's with a slender waist and long legs and she possessed a set of breasts that many women would have happily died for!

I watched my estranged wife sit in a chair and kick her shoes off. Her friend was busying herself on the other side of the room, opening closet doors and pulling out clothes - it seemed that they were preparing for a night out. Debbie's friend - I'll call her Ann as I never actually knew her name - walked up behind her chair and leaned over. I gasped. Although they only appeared to be talking, I could see the swell of Ann's breasts as she bent over. My cock hardened automatically as I stared at the two perfect mounds of womanly flesh.

For a brief moment, it looked as if the two women were engaged in a light hearted argument; Ann's hands were laid gently on Debbie's shoulders and she was talking to my wife; whispering in her ear and grinning wickedly. I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but Debbie was smiling and only half-heartedly trying to push her friend's hands away. But Ann didn't look like she was going to take no for an answer. Every time that Debbie pushed her hands away, she simply replaced them again and used her fingers to massage the tension out of Debbie's shoulders.

I could see that my wife's resistance was weakening. As the other woman's hands firmly teased the days aches and pains out of her, Debbie's eyes closed and her lips parted in a silent sigh. And then it suddenly hit me; I could be witnessing the start of something sexual! My breathing started to become ragged and, despite the cool air outside, I could feel the sweat begin to form in beads on my brow.

I looked back up at the window again. Ann was becoming a little more daring now. I gasped as I saw her hands slip into the top of Debbie's dress and I could feel my erection strain as I saw the familiar shape of my wife's breasts as she shrugged the material from her shoulders. Ann's hands were immediately on the smooth orbs; cupping and teasing her nipples until they stood out firm and proud from her chest. I uttered a silent prayer to the God's that neither woman would think to close the drapes!

Things now began to move swiftly. Obviously aroused by Ann's attention, Debbie stood and faced her friend. For a long moment they looked into each others eyes and then kissed. It was a deep, loving embrace and I had a quick flash of recognition as I suddenly became aware of why Debbie had left me - the two were obviously very much in love. But any such romantic illusions quickly left me: I was about to witness two beautiful women as the made love to each other!

Still locked in a passionate embrace, Debbie helped her friend remove the top of each dress as they stumbled towards the bed. This was fine by me as the large double bed occupied the centre of the room as was right in front of my avid gaze.

Debbie pulled her friend towards her. I could almost see the lust in her eyes as the blonde woman slowly moved forwards and locked her lips around my wife's turgid nipple. Debbie flung her head back and I heard her gasp loudly as she held Ann's head firmly to her breast. Ann's skirt had ridden up and I was treated to a wonderful view of her pert, rounded behind.

The tension was quickly becoming too much for me. Not taking my eyes off the unfolding scene before me for a moment, I pulled down the zipper on my pants and eased my hard cock out into the open. I squeezed the throbbing head and moaned slightly at the glorious sensitivity. I cupped my balls and slid my hand along the length of my shaft. I had masturbated frequently over the last year, but never had I had as much visual stimulation as this!

Back inside the house Ann and Debbie were fast becoming more excited. Dresses and panties were being virtually torn from their lithe, slender bodies and thrown haphazardly onto the floor in heaps. Their hands were all over each other; teasing, groping fondling. I watched as Debbie slipped her tongue into her friend's mouth while her hand went between Ann's legs. The blonde woman quickly assisted my wife by spreading her tanned limbs as wide as she could and I watched with a fascination as Debbie slipped two fingers deep into her very wet pussy.

The girls rolled over and over on the bed, arms and legs entwined, lips and tongues searching and sucking. I don't think my cock had never been as hard as it was at that moment; my whole shaft and head throbbed uncontrollably as I stroked myself. They were kissing all the time, their mouths seemingly becoming hungrier by the moment as they touched each other.

Ann was the first to break the embrace and seemed to be taking the lead. Gently she rolled the naked Debbie over onto her back. My wife spread her legs and I could see the moisture glistening on her sex lips. For the first time I noticed that she had shaved her mound. This was something that she had certainly never done when she lived with me, but with her now, hairless, pouting pussy, she looked incredibly sexy.

Ann moved her head down and I saw the expression on Debbie's face as she screwed her eyes shut and arched her back. The blonde woman's tongue lapped gently and the moist petals of Debbie's vagina opening her with long, slender fingers and slowly rotating both tongue and forefinger over her distended, swollen clitty. I watched as Ann slowly lifted her leg and swung it almost elegantly over Debbie's head. She began to lower herself down and within a moment both women were involved in a wonderful looking sixty-nine.

Slowly rubbing my swollen dick I moved closer to the window. I was afire with lust and couldn't have dragged myself away even had I wanted to. But I was also aware that moving out of my concealed area laid me open to discovery; it still wasn't completely dark yet and the last thing I wanted was to be busted for being a peeping tom! I had to be careful, had to be silent and I settled for a large oak tree right next to the window that concealed me from the road behind.

The view now was much better and I could hear a little of the moans and groans that were coming from within the bedroom. Ann was moaning - almost howling as Debbie's tongue lashed at her pussy. It seemed that she was close to orgasm and as Debbie gently inserted a long finger into her blonde friend's ass and flicked her tongue over the wet folds of her pussy, Ann started to shake and tremble as the climax began to wash over her. She was extremely animated and, as her orgasm intensified, Debbie seemed to have some trouble keeping her tongue attached to the other woman's pussy.

But Debbie was good - really good. She had obviously gained a lot of experience over the last year because, with a smile, she started to roll Ann over into a better position and with a strength that belied her petite size, pulled the other woman's legs up and over her head so that she was in a bent position with her smooth pussy open and ready right in front of Debbie's lips.

Ann seemed to know what was coming and I could hear her moaning out to my wife not to stop now. Her hands went straight to her perky tits and began to squeeze them and pinch the nipples mercilessly.

"Suck me, honey," she whispered, "lick my pussy until I cum again!"

Debbie seemed more than happy to oblige and smiled as she once again lowered her painted lips towards Ann's open and wet snatch. She used her fingers to stretch Ann's sex lips wide open and then sucked greedily on the little clitoris that popped out. It looked like a miniature cock and I was suddenly reminded of how well Debbie used to suck me off.

But all that seemed like a previous life. I knew that Debbie had now found her true sexuality and seemed more than content in her new life. But, I reasoned, if she was going to be this happy then I was going to get something out of this as well! I looked down at my throbbing tool. It was swollen and the head a deep purple colour. I knew that I was going to cum soon, but wanted to save myself just that little bit longer. I used every bit of self control I had just to stop jerking myself off right then.

Ann was now cumming again. Her hips trembled and I watched her pretty toes curl as wave after wave of pleasure radiated through her lithe frame. Playfully, Debbie spanked her friend's pert upturned buttocks as she gasped out her orgasm but all this seemed to do was to spur the woman on to further heights of passion. I had never before seen a woman cum so much or so hard.

"Now it's your turn, baby!" I heard Ann murmur as she finally came down from her pinnacle of passion, "I bought a present for us!"

Slowly and with trembling legs, Ann kissed her lover's juice stained lips and clambered from the bed. I watched her bend down to a small carrier bag, open it and withdraw a sliver coloured box. With a smile she climbed back onto the bed, again kissed Debbie full on the lips and passed her the package. From the box I couldn't see what the purchase was, but as Debbie squealed in delight and tore the packing away, she held up a large pink dildo.

"Let's try it now!" Debbie cried excitedly.

Ann grinned, "haven't I cured you of cocks yet?" she joked.

"You know I love you, Ann, but the feel of something long and hard inside me still excites me - you know that!"

Anne grinned again and giggled. "Okay, baby. I'm gonna fuck both of us! Bend over bitch!"

The two women were in fits of laughter, but Debbie quickly obeyed her lover's instruction. Once on her hands and knees she looked back over her shoulder to see Ann slowly inserting one end of the fake cock into her own cunt. With great effort the blonde woman straddled Debbie's bottom so that the other end of the dildo was pointing directly at her pussy. Anne began to lower herself gently. At first there seemed to be resistance but then, with a deep, loud sigh from both of them, I watched both ends of the appliance sink gracefully into two hairless vagina's

Now Ann began to move up and down gently. She held one end of the dildo tightly between her fingers so that at least eight inches of it's shiny, wet length slipped snugly between Debbie's swollen sex lips. As I watched the two women fuck each other, I gasped out as Ann slipped a finger into her own ass.

I had reached the point of no return. My cock trembled and jerked in my hand. I tried to squeeze the end to stop from cumming, but it was a futile exercise. As I realised that there was no stopping me, I decided to go all out for it. My hand flew up and down the length of my shaft and I held my breath as I felt the sperm surge. Jet after jet of my thick, creamy seed erupted from the tip of my manhood and flew through the air. There was cum everywhere; on my hand, on my jeans and on the ground. I guess I should have felt guilty for spying on them, but all I was experiencing was a final release of all my pent up frustration.

I looked back into the window just in time to see - and hear - Debbie explode into a massive orgasm. Her whole body seemed to be reacting (something that I never remembered seeing when she and I made love). Her feet beat the bed cover like a drum and her fingers twisted themselves sensuously into the sheet as the multiple climax twisted and turned her frame and contorted her pretty features into a grimace of pure, animal lust.

As I quickly tried to rearrange my own clothing and tuck my now flaccid cock back into my pants, I noticed a trickle of sperm that had hit the bedroom window. I almost congratulated myself for such a powerful emission and was about to wipe the offending liquid away when I saw the still naked Ann begin to make her way towards the window. Carefully and slowly I moved backwards towards the undergrowth again and concealed myself before she looked, puzzled, at the stain, shrugged her shoulders and pulled the drape across the glass.

I sighed with relief and checked the street for passers-by before exiting the garden. All was clear and, as I began walking back towards town, I realised that my step had a little more spring in it than usual - almost jaunty! My wife may have left me for another woman - but at least I knew where she lived. By the time I arrived back at my own house I was already planning my next visit back again!