There can't be many women or men out there who have had the same experience as me, but I'd love to hear from any that have.
Our young neighbour Jack is openly bisexual and if I'm honest I've secretly fancied him for a while. Five weeks ago I wasn't feeling too well at work and left around lunch time. Walking into the house I knew straight away there was something different, something not right, as the gentle moaning coming from the lounge sounded like my husband Peter.
It wasn't the kind of moaning when you know when someone's in trouble, it was most definatelty a sexual moan. Thinking and knowing your husband is having sex with another woman is just about every married womans nightmare. What I saw as I looked through the gap in the door jam was anything but that scenario.
Facing the doorway completely naked, sat on what I could only guess at being my husbands cock, was our neighbour Jack. He was eagerly bouncing up and down on Pete's cock from what I could see. Amongst the obvious, the real eye opener was the size of Jacks erection. His cock was huge and as he bounced up and down fucking my husband, his massive cock was bouncing and swaying to and thro.
I didn't feel angry or in the least bit hurt, I actually felt jealous and incredibly turned on. Watching them fuck one another had my pussy acheing to played with and knowingly that's what I did. All signs of the sickening feeling I had, had gone from earlier. Now all I wanted to do and feel was playing with my increasingly wet pussy and have an amazing orgasm watching them have sex.
My knickers were soaking by the time Pete made a loud cry of extacy. Still fingering myself I moved closer to the doorway and hoped they didn't see me. Gently as I could I eased the door open a little more and once again looked inside.
Pete was now bent over the arm of the sofa he'd been sat on. Jack was stood behind him and just as I got into position to see them clearly, Jack moved his hips forwards and I watched my own husband take another mans huge cock into his arsehole. It was too much for me and with my fingers frigging my clit and penetrating myself, I came all over my hand. I tried to keep quiet but I let out a soft cry.
At first I thought they'd heard me as Jack stopped fucking pete, but they stopped only for Pete to rest. Then I heard my husband ask Jack to fuck him. It is singularily the most erotic thing I've ever heard and it had my spine tingling with anticipation of watching my husband being fucked.
Jack began to move in and out slowly, building up pace and force with each thrust. Until after a few minutes Jack was pounding into pete's arsehole and my husband was loving every minute of it, and so was I.
The second orgasm I had, was only seconds before I witnessed Jack flood my husband arsehole with his cum. They'd been fucking for over twenty minutes and I'd been privy to every thrust of both of their cocks during that time.
Jack had collasped on top of Pete and after sliding his cock out of my husband rear I watched as both men began to kiss each other. That was the moment for me to move.
Kicking off my knickers and leaving them where they fell, I walked quietly back out of the house and got into my car. Still very much in a haze as I drove down the street, about what had just happened and what I'd witnessed, I phoned the landline at home and waited.
Pete picked up the phone and he seemed out of breath. I told him I was on my way home and would be there in ten minutes. When I did pull up outside and then enter our home, there was no sign of Jack, but there was the overwhelming scent of sex in the air.
My knickers had been moved from the hallway and Pete was sat in his favourite arm chair, pretending to watching some dire day time show. I walked over, kissed him and asked how his morning had been, telling him I'd come home because I wasn't feeling too good.
Tucked up in bed an hour later, I went over everything I'd seen and heard and realised how much I'd ebjoyed seeing my husband take Jacks large cock up his arsehole. I also realised I'd love to see him take it up close and maybe get to feel the same cock filling both my holes too. The whole thing set my pussy off again and with my husband downstairs I shouted for him to come up.
When he told me I must be feeling a lot better, I had my husbands face between my legs and had his tongue lapping at my clit. When I climaxed it was the third time that day. When he shot his load up my pussy ten minutes later, it was his second time cumming that day, as far as I knew.
He's not said anything about my knickers being in the hallway since then, and I've not so far confessed to him about watching him and Jack fuck. That's because I can't think of the right thing to say. I mean how do you raise the subject of you've watched him having gay sex, and that secretly you've also fancied having sex with the neighbour. It's not a subject I've had masses of experience in. Hence my opening statement.