Unexpected

We both had to work out-of-town for a few days. This happened regularly. Part of my wife's job was acting as a tour-guide for camping groups in a nearby state forest. Me being a sales rep I traveled often. This trip would require four over-nights. But a couple of appointments canceled and the others could be changed, so I finished a day early and drove home without stopping. I pulled into the drive about 3 pm. I was exhausted. I did not try to call her because she usually did not have her phone on since there was little reception where they camped. I got some food and went to bed.

About 9 o'clock I was awakened by sounds of people in the house. I knew I should be the only one here. I took the pistol from the drawer and crept down the stairs to the family room. There was a little light from a small lamp. I was still groggy, and the adrenaline was pumping my heart, and my eyes were still blurry from sleep. I could make-out what looked to be a person on the sofa. I raised and pointed my gun and I flipped on the large lamps and yelled, "What are you doing here!?"

My wife jumped up and turned. The man she had been sitting on also jumped to his feet and exclaimed, "Please, don't shoot! Please!" They were both fully naked.

I lowered the gun. Breathed deeply for a moment, and said "I thought there was an intruder in the house. I am sorry I frightened you. Looks like we both got home early."

My wife was now gathering her clothes and starting to cry, saying, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. The trip was canceled when it began to rain. I'm sorry."

I said, "Stop that. I am sorry for interrupting you. I am going back to bed. You guys finish what you were doing."

By now he was pulling on his pants. I said, "Stop getting dressed! I will be very unhappy if you do not finish. You came here to cum in my wife because she wanted you too. So you will not leave before she gets what she wanted."

I flipped the light switch and climbed the stairs. In a minute my wife came into the bed room, still frightened and asked "What did you mean?"

"I mean that you best go back down there and get fucked. When you come back here you better have his cum in you. We are married because we love each other. But I do not own you. We both have hobbies and non-mutual friends. He is one of yours. You brought him here expecting to be alone. I am sorry I interfered. But I will be angry if you do not finish what you started because of me interrupting. Now go!"

And I pushed her out of the room, saying, "Use the spare bedroom so you can enjoy yourselves."

No doubt the fright would make it difficult to get in the mood again. But the adrenaline should help.

I had heard of such discoveries ending in men killing their wives. I never understood that. I was a little surprised that I was not angry. And a bit proud of how I had behaved. I had never thought about either of us "straying." We had been together for 8 years. We still played, and laughed, and had good sex.

And now my wife, my partner, was having fun. How can that be wrong? Who was I to restrict her freedom?

However, as I lie there I started imagining what he was doing to her, and her him. The more I thought about it, the less philosophical I was as I became more aroused. She was naked and sitting on him when I found them. I know that felt good for both of them, because we had been in that position regularly. And now they were on a bed touching each others' best body parts. I sure do enjoy touching her bits. And she is great at touching mine. He will be fucking her soon. And cumming in her. She will be panting and moaning and pulling on his butt. And hopefully cumming with him.

I WAS surprised to find myself getting this excited just thinking about what was happening.

In about 45 minutes she came to the bedroom. Obviously I was still awake. "I'm sorry," she said again.

"Stop saying that. Did you finish?"

"Yes."

"Show me."

She put down her clothes and spread her legs and I could see his cum oozing from her pussy and dripping from her lips.

"OK. Go clean yourself." She went to the bathroom. She came back drying herself as she walked to the bed. I pulled back the covers. "Lie down."

I hugged her to me. Kissed her and said, "You do not have to be sorry for what you did. You do need to be sorry for scaring the guy you brought here. It must have taken a while to get him hard again after seeing me with a gun."

"I am not angry with you for having fun with another guy. This is just another part of life to share. I want you to tell me about it just like we tell each other about our jobs and conversations, and other experiences.

But only if you wish to."

"Now, it is YOUR turn to welcome ME home."