Turkish Delight pt.1

I came in buckets onto the wall as Anne wrapped her fingers around his shaft and stroked it with her fingers. I jerked the last few drops out as I remembered that we had made love only the night before. We’d been married for 19 years, and I’d always thought that our love/sex life was fine. I knew that I could still ‘ press all of the right buttons’ because she’d even had an orgasm when I’d licked her. Perhaps I wasn’t as exciting a lover as I’d once been and was now a little bit over weight, but I’d never considered having an affair, so how could she? Had she been thinking about him as we’d made love? My heart sank as I leant against the wall watching my spunk float in the puddle of piss.

I peered through the gap again to see her leaning across his waist obviously sucking his cock! He was now the one with closed eyes. Anne’s head was bobbing up and down as he stroked her curly auburn hair and large breasts. Sadly the steering wheel obstructed my view but I could tell from their movements that they were really getting into it. His mouth suddenly hung open and he began gasping for air. Anne sensed that he was near his climax and suddenly popped his cock out of her mouth and smothered it with her bouncing breasts. She was laughing at him as his spunk shot out and onto her fabulous tits. She then milked every last drop into the warm crevice that she had formed by pressing her tits together around his hard on.

Still laughing as she flopped back into the passenger seat I could clearly see copious amounts of sticky white liquid dripping off her tits. My wife picked some tissues out of a box on the dashboard and began wiping his cum off her ample chest. When she was sure that it was all cleaned off she nonchalantly opened the window and threw the cum-stained tissues onto the ground.

When the man had regained his composure he leant over to kiss her again. Anne responded with a gentle kiss. He then whispered in her ear. Grinning she shook her head. I guessed that he wanted to fuck her. He persevered for a couple of minutes, playing with her sticky tits as he did so. She had to bite her lip when he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She eventually seemed to agree to something. He grinned as he reclined her seat.

My cock was throbbing again as she lay back and began to unbutton her trousers.
“Oh shit!” I was going to watch him fuck my wife.

Anne pulled her trousers down to her knees, showing him (and me) her tiny white knickers. He rested his head on her swollen breasts and began making circles across her pubic area with his hand. As he began licking her right nipple his hand disappeared between her legs making her squirm. 

She reached behind her head to grasp the headrest with both hands and opened her legs as wide as her trousers would let her.

I watched silently as his fingers found their way inside her panties. Anne appeared to groan as his fingers found her pussy.

My hand was furiously rubbing my cock again as I watched my wife get fingered off a stranger. The speed of my own hand appeared to be in exact time with his administrations. Anne tried to lift her legs higher up as he moved his hand further between her willing legs. His fingers must have been deep inside her pussy because she was rocking her hips making her tits wobble as she gripped onto her seat as if her life depended on it! Seconds later I could see her panting then she let out a huge groan as she and I orgasmed together. My balls ached as a small amount of juice oozed out of my tip, slowly dripping onto the ground.

Anne grabbed the mans head and gave him a great big kiss.

It only took them a minute or two to get their breath back. Anne awkwardly put her bra and shirt back on in the tight confines of the car as he quickly zipped up his pants.

I shook my head in disbelief at what I had just witnessed, as I too packed away my sore cock. He quickly reversed the car and drove off. I walked down the concrete steps in a daze. I don’t know why but I needed to see the scene of my wife’s ‘crime’. I stepped over empty beer cans and rubble until I was standing on the spot that the car had been parked. My eyes went straight to the tissues that she had nonchalantly thrown away. I picked them up. They were soaked with his thick, lumpy spunk. I couldn’t stop myself – I put them to my nose and inhaled. I then folded them neatly and put them in my jacket pocket.

Feeling ready to vomit but also incredibly turned on; I then scanned the area. Lying scattered were more spunk stained tissues – 4 or 5 squashed bundles. My mind tried to make sense of the evidence. I hoped that this was where he brought other lovers, but the way Anne had behaved made me believe that they were all hers. 

I wandered around for a few minutes and noticed that the door to the empty flat was partly open. I put my shoulder to it and forced it back another 6 or 7 inches. The stench was disgusting – piss, shit, vomit and God knows what else. Junkies or vagrants had probably used it. I didn’t care. I turned into the living room and noticed a chink of light coming through the boarded up window. I hesitantly eased the corner back. It was an unobstructed view of the exact space that my wife’s lover had parked his car, perhaps only 4 feet away from her passenger window. “No!” I told myself, “You can’t. No! You mustn’t.”

I secured the door and wandered off, unsure how I was going to handle this situation. My head was buzzing when I silently entered the bar of a local pub. I’d been in a few times before, but didn’t recognise any of the three people sitting around the pool table. I checked my pocket - £3.62 (my life savings!) “Just enough for two cheap pints of strong lager.

The first pint went down without touching the sides. I sat in a window seat sipping the second as I contemplated how I was going to handle the situation. My wife was having an affair and I was devastated but had masturbated twice while watching her with her foreign lover. I was more than a little bit confused. 

Anne was already at home when I opened the front door.
“Hi!” she called from the kitchen; “The kettle’s just boiled. Do you want a cup of tea?”
“Yes.” I grunted as I hung my jacket in the cupboard.
“Good day?” She asked as she handed me my mug.
“Sort of.” I muttered. She looked radiant. Her eyes were twinkling. I’d stopped noticing how beautiful she was.
“Did you see Johnny?” she asked as if she was the most innocent woman in the world.
“Hem…yes…no…I called but he wasn’t in.” It suddenly dawned on me what I had been doing when I’d spotted her. “Then I met Marty for a pint.” I lied. It was too late now; I’d missed my chance to confront her.

We spent the rest of the night like any other – watching crap TV. No wonder she had looked elsewhere for excitement. The tedium was only broken when my friend Craig rang inviting me to help him with some decorating work for the next few days.

I struggled to concentrate each afternoon, imagining my wife and her lover in his car. I finished work at 3 o’clock on the Friday. Instead of joining my pals in the pub I made an excuse and like a drug addict I found myself back at the flats. Much to my dismay and excitement there was another two bunches of discarded tissues lying in the same area. One set was still wet and warm. My cock stiffened as I realised that they had been there only minutes before. I pushed the flat door open and feverishly wanked as I sniffed her lovers’ spunk.

Like every other Friday night for the last 18 years I met up with my pals in the bar of our local pub. After a couple of pints I was beginning to relax when ‘he’ walked into the bar with a younger man, possibly his son. He looked over to the pool table that I was sitting next to and nodded ‘hello’ in my direction. I nearly shit myself. fat Bob who was sitting next to waved back and shouted, “Hiya mate, how’s it going?”
“Who’s that?” I asked, as cool as possible.
“Who? Turkish Tony?” Bob replied as he lit a cigarette.
“Yeah. Where do you know him from?” I grunted.
“I’ve repaired his car and vans a couple of times. He’s got that sandwich shop in the precinct and does deliveries around the trading estates. Why?” Bob told me as he picked up his pool cue.
“No reason,” I lied, “I’ve just seen him around that’s all. He looks a right poseur”
Bob laughed out loud as he sank the blue ball into the top corner.
“He’s alright when you get to know him. He likes the ladies though! You should see his wife…. Fucking gorgeous, but he can’t keep it in his pants. You know young Gavin? I was told that Tony shagged his girlfriend on her Hen night!” The others all laughed and looked at ‘Turkish Tony’ with a newfound respect.

I tried to ignore him but couldn’t. My blood even began to boil when I saw them flirting with two young girls in mini-skirts. I felt it was like he was cheating on my wife. 

There was no work the following week so I found myself hiding in the derelict flat at the same time on the Monday. I waited until 3 o’clock but they didn’t show. It was the same the following two days, but on the Thursday I arrived a little bit later to find that ‘they’ had already been as there were fresh spunk stained tissues discarded at the same point. My cock was aching as I sniffed them and put them in my pocket so that I could add them to the others hidden in my garage.