The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Lesbian Cuckold - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact, Tales from the Best Buy Incident: The Lesbian Cuckold

... lobster in the refrigerator and wondered where my wife was. I heard something, a noise, coming from the back of the house. I frowned, it almost sounded like a woman moaning. Moving through the living room to the hallway that led to our bedroom, I heard another moan. A passionate moan. That was clearly a woman panting in pleasure. Fear clutched at my heart as I stared down the hallway. Our bedroom door was open. Was Ashley cheating on me? I was frozen in place, my stomach roiling in terror. “Oh, fuck!” a man's voice moaned. I relaxed; she must be watching porn. We had a small collection of DVDs and some had guys in them. Ashley had a fondness for cuckold porn. She got off on the thought of some wimpy husband letting his wife fuck whomever she wanted. I decided to catch her in the act. Maybe I could help her finish, I thought naughtily. I pushed off my shoes and walked quietly down the hallway. I could hear the slap of flesh and the creaking of a mattress. Closer and closer I drew to the bedroom door. The hallway light was off, and I was hidden in the dark shadows. I knew from experience that Ashley wouldn’t be able to see me until I reached the door. “Fuck, your cunt is tight!” the man moaned. The woman giggled. “Umm, your cock is so fucking hard, Rick!” I froze. That was Ashley's voice. No, I told myself. It just sounds like her voice. And it's just a coincidence that the guy in the porno is named Rick. It's a common name. Ashley's gay. She wouldn't be fucking our ...

... neighbor. Just take a few more steps and you'll see her masturbating with one of our many sex toys. I forced myself to take that step. I could see into the room, but not the bed. Another step. My heart broke. There was my wife, my beautiful Ashley, naked and riding atop a man. Atop Rick. I could see the side of her left breast bouncing as she rose up and down. Rick's hand gripped her plump ass, and I could see his hard cock disappearing into my wife's pussy. Ashley's head was thrown back, her blonde hair flying wildly about. “Why, Ashley?” I whispered to myself. And it all made sense. Why Ashley was changing the sheets, taking showers, acting so weird around me. My wife was having an affair. With a man. I wanted to burst in and shout at her, to explode with righteous anger. I wanted to make her feel as terrible as I felt at her heart-wrenching betrayal. I wanted to burst in, but I was rooted to the spot, my eyes glued to the sight of the cock disappearing into my wife's cunt. I licked my lips. She was enjoying it so much; that hurt the most. Not only was she cheating on me, but it was with a man. I felt an itch between my legs, and without realizing what I was doing, I slipped my hand down into my slacks, into my panties, and found my pussy. I was wet. I started rubbing my pussy, rolling my hard clit between my fingers, as I watched my wife writhe atop Rick. She bounced faster and faster. I slipped two fingers up inside me. I never felt so wet in my life; my breath quickened as I ...