TempT

I came home early from a business trip and there they were! Yes, there they were. Adam, that stank strumpet Nicole and Brad. I walked in and they were so deep in the mix that they didn't even realize it. I heard a female moaning. I thought, "Damn it, Adam is having an affair". I walked into our bedroom and there before my eyes was the ménage a trois from hell. I sat down in the chaise lounge near the door. Eventually, she looked up and caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of her eye. I did not say a word. I sat there while Nicole struggled to remove Brad from her ass and Adam from her pussy. She finally gave up on her effortless squirming and yelled, "Shit, ya’ll stop. Adam, your wife is watching! Let me up!" That didn't even stop them at first. Finally Brad looked up and hoped up. So did she. She jumped up shouting, "Don't kill me. Don't shoot me. I don't love yo’ man, I just wanted to get my freak on!" I still did not say a word. Adam was still in an orgasmic haze. Erect dick in the air, eyes closed, talking about how he was enjoying the role-play. He said, "Keep on, damn, y'all sound so real." It was now my turn. I sat on the bed beside Adam and started to rub his chest. I looked at ‘the stank strumpet’ and motioned for her to be quiet. She frantically shook her head in confirmation. I continued to rub his chest and began to move lower on his body. Adam kept his eyes shut as my hands moved lower. Brad had just finished dressing and was rushing out as I touched Adam's dick. I put the squeeze on his balls the instant the door slammed. Adam lunged forward yelling, "What the hell . . .? ", as the door slammed his eyes opened. He looked directly into my eyes and the question he was asking trailed off into a painful howl as I continued to squeeze and twist his manhood in my hands while digging in with my fingernails. Tears started to well up in his eyes. I did not move. I kept my grip and kept my eyes locked on his. "Please, Nick", let go, please, Adam whispered. "Why should I? I asked with tears starting to fill my own eyes. "Get the hell outta my house, bitch." I said quietly. Nicole didn't say a word. She just got up and ran out with her clothes in her hands. I held on. When I heard the front door slam I let go and crumbled onto the end of the bed sobbing. Adam ran to the kitchen for an ice pack. I tried to forgive Adam. I really did. But, I just couldn't do it entirely. There always seemed to be something that wasn't quite right. I did the best I could to jump back into our life together, but the 'it' of the affair was always there. 'It' sat around me like a shoulder harness that was too tight. *****