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Catching the Wife Vol. 01

By: chasseur11



It was just another slow Friday evening. Sitting alone on my couch with a drink flipping through the channels. All alone and bored out of my mind. It wasn't always like this. 

My name is Peter. I'm a 27 year old white male. I have brown hair, blue eyes, and am 5'7" tall. I am currently separated from my wife of more than three years who's name is Marisa. She is now 26 years old. Marisa and I had started dating when she was 20. When we first met I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She has lovely blue eyes, 5'6" tall, dark red hair, strong shapely legs, and an almost perfect hour glass figure. She has a pretty face and like most red heads very pale skin tone. Of course the thing, or things, that stood out the most were her breasts. They are a natural 38D. She never liked showing them off though. Marisa always considered her large chest to be a pain in the ass and wasn't one to show much skin. 

Not that I ever complained about them. They were also a problem when she used to dance which is where she got her nice legs from. She had been on a dance team most of her life until she broke her ankle so badly that she was no longer able to continue. What shocked me the most about her was that she was a virgin when we met. It would be more than a year later when she finally gave that up to me. In a short couple of years of dating we were married. Like most red heads she had a large sex drive, even bigger than my own. She wanted sex so often I could never keep up. She also shaved her pussy bald which I liked. Our relationship was almost perfect. We seldom fought and got along extremely well. Things were perfect for us as a couple. She got a job she enjoyed doing working for a local attorney and I was working for a large marketing company. Between the two of us we were able to buy a small house to call our all. Everything was going great or so it seemed.

Around six months ago one of my wife's closest friends then a family member both died suddenly in the same month leaving her almost in a state of constant depression. Barely a week later I found out the company I was working for was losing some of their biggest accounts. They were going to downsize which included my job. Even though they gave me a good package for laying me off it didn't make the blow any easier. It was the worst possible time too. My wife being distant due to the personal loss we weren't acting as the normal team we always had before. I found myself drinking more then ever causing Marisa and I to do something new for us, fighting. This we started doing a lot. It was as if any little thing would set us off at each other.

During this period we stopped having sex altogether. At this point I did the dumbest thing I ever could. One night while I was out drinking I ran into an old girlfriend and ended up sleeping with her. When I came back to my senses I couldn't believe what I had done. It took several days of guilt before I built up enough nerve to tell my wife. Needless to say she was pissed off. After several days of silence mixed with constant fighting I sat down with Marisa to talk. We both knew if we kept up this way we were going in divorce. I still loved her to death and Marisa said the same to me but we could no longer keep going in this direction. That's when we decided to spend some time apart. Only until she could get over her depression, forgive me for what I had done, to stop my heavy drinking, and I would look for another job. We would talk a couple of times a week at first and try to work things out. To be nice I told Marisa I would be the one leaving. In a few short days I found a single bedroom apartment in a nearby town around thirty minutes away. Signing on to be a month by month tenant since I wasn't sure how long I would be there. Kissing my wife good bye I moved out of our house until we could work everything out. That was around three months ago.

Marisa had been calling me about every three days. Thankfully I have cut down on most of my drinking. She is doing better mentally and is learning to forgive what I had done. I recently found a good job with another marketing company as well. It's smaller and doesn't pay as much as I made before but it's a job. Marisa told me that lately she had been going out with her friends to help keep her mind off things. I was happy for her but sadly had little to tell her about my situation; I hardly ever went out other than for work. Little different from tonight as I sat down in front of the tv. 

The building I lived in for now wasn't anything special. It was a single story apartment complex consisting mainly of single men. It sits vertically from the main road. We have a large gravel parking lot right in front of the building. My place was the second to last, one of the furthest away from the street. The neighborhood was pretty quiet consisting mostly of single family homes spaced far apart. The apartment next to mine, the last one in the row, was being renting by a man named Jerome. Jerome was a very large black man with dark skin. He was much stronger than me with a larger chest and arms. I have been told he has a bit of a temper at times. By his own admittance he had served time in jail for beating up a guy pretty badly over a girl. So needless to say I never want to get on his bad side. He's also much taller than I am standing around 6'4". He is considered by many to be a good looking black guy. 

Jerome loved to go to the local bars and clubs on weekends to pick up women. It wasn't uncommon to hear him having sex with some girl since his bedroom bordered right up against mine. Though as of right now it has been a while since I have heard him getting any. He says he loves all women but has a real thing for white girls. He said women love him mainly because he has a large dick. When he first told me I couldn't help but laugh which seemed to make him a bit annoyed. He swore to me that he was nine inches long. I'm not nearly that big being just under six inches and didn't think it was possible. When I said I didn't believe he was being truthful Jerome stood up asking me if I wanted to see it. Thinking this was turning a bit gay I declined and lied telling him I believed him. Then I said that size doesn't matter as long as you know how to use it. Jerome laughed at me saying that size does matter if you know how to use it right.

While flipping through the channels I heard a knock on the door. Getting up and opening it I found Jerome smiling back at me. Letting him in he asked me if I wanted to join him tonight and go to The Spot, a popular local bar. He said he could find me a girl since he has never seen me with one before. I had never told Jerome that I am married figuring it was no one's business why my wife and I were separated. I am never in the mood to explain what had happened in the past I just wanted to look to a better future. Hell no one living hear knew a thing about it. I wanted to keep it that way.

Telling him I wasn't in the mood he tried to push me into going. Jerome told me that he is hoping to get lucky tonight himself since it has been a three weeks since he last had sex and his balls were aching for relief. That was more than I needed to know. He looked offended when I told him to just masturbate saying he never does that anymore. Jerome told me there is a certain white girl he has his eye on. He met her almost two weeks ago. That she was married but currently separated. Jerome said he has seen her at the bar several times since but she has been unwilling to go back to his place. He told me she's worth the effort though. That she has nice legs, a great rack, a small round ass, and the whitest white girl he has ever seen. She admitted to him that it's been over five months since she's had sex of any kind. That only helped excite Jerome even more. He told me that he finally has a good plan to get in her pants tonight. I wished him the best of luck telling him I might stop by later on and meet him there. Jerome seemed a bit pissed telling me he just wanted to get my "sorry ass" out for the night. With that he left as I went back to watching tv.

After another thirty minutes I thought I was pretty sorry looking. I figured I would go out to the bar, spend a short while, meet up with Jerome, then come back home knowing at least I got out of the house. Leaving I got into my new used car. Sadly after separating with my wife I had to trade in my larger car for a small two door to save some money. In a few short minutes I was at The Spot and it was packed. Finding a parking spot on the street I pushed my way into the bar getting a drink. Looking around I found a corner table with few people around. Moving through the crowd I sat down on a stool just drinking and watching the people around me. After almost ten minutes I felt like I was wasting my time and would have been better off in my less crowded apartment. I was about to get up when I heard someone call out my name. Looking around I saw Jerome pushing his way to me. When he made it up he said he was glad to see me and that I would have a chance to see this girl he was after. Jerome told me she had just stepped off into the bathroom. He told me that he found out her weakness, alcohol. Drinking seems to loosen her up and told me he already has her pretty well buzzed. Told me maybe one more strong drink and she'll be having jungle fever. 

Laughing at the bad pun he looked around to point her out. Said she is wearing a black skirt that goes almost to her knees and a low cut green shirt showing a lot of cleavage. Jerome said that he has been having a hard time keeping his eyes from trailing to her big lilly white tits. He told me that he couldn't wait since he has never been with a red head before. For some reason I had up to now made no connection. All of a sudden Jerome yelled out that she was over there pointing. Trying to look past the crowd it was hard me to see. He said she just sat down at the other end of the bar. As I stood there for a few seconds until people shifted around I finally got a glimpse at the woman he was talking about. It was my wife Marisa!

I was speechless as Jerome slapped me on the back saying he was going to get some of that white pussy tonight. I knew all too well that when Marisa drinks she gets a bit too relaxed. That's how she ended up losing her virginity to me. She would also get very horny after a few strong drinks which is why I loved it when we went out knowing we would being having sex that night. And now my black neighbor was exploiting that weakness to get her into bed with him. I also knew that Marisa had a small fantasy that we used to play out every now and then. She had a slight thing for the idea of being with a black guy but swore that she could never do it. 

I wasn't sure what to say so I turned to face him saying he couldn't sleep with her. He ask me if it was because she is married. I thought I would be honest blurting out that she is my wife. After a couple of seconds of silence Jerome let out a deep laugh saying that no one as pathetic as me would be married to a hot girl like her. I assured him I was. After a couple of minutes of arguing and trying persuade him he started to get a very annoyed look on his face. Grabbing me by the shoulders he pushed me hard into the wall. Looking down at me with anger in his eyes.

"Look, I know you ain't married. You told me so yourself. An I wouldn't believe she was you wife for a second," he said. "You just don't want me doing what I want to with her, think you just feel bad for her. Or do you just hate the idea of a white woman being with a nigga? If you say one more word trying to stop me from making my move or if you try to pull her away from me I'll make you feel sorry. I'm not going to have wasted these last couple of weeks."

You would think I'd shut my mouth, not me. I continued trying to explain the situation. This only pissed him off even more. 

"I like you Pete an I don't want to do to you what I did to the last guy who tried this with me. Now you're going to shut your mouth and leave for home and I'll be watching so you better go right for your car. Got it?" he said.

I could feel him tightening his already strong hold on me. In a real fear for my person I could do nothing but agree. He said he was sorry for acting that way. He just doesn't like it when other men trying to fuck up his chances with lies and bullshit. Though I was pissed off he was trying to get in bed with my wife there was a big part of me that wasn't at all worried fully knowing that Marisa would go home alone tonight. She had never cheated on me and swore she wouldn't even if we were separated. In response I told him there as probably no way she would end up with him tonight.

"Really now? I am so sure she will that I bet $100 bucks on it. If I get her to put out for me tonight you will owe nothing. If she shoots me down I'll give you the hundred tomorrow. That's how sure I am about this." Jerome said to me.

Agreeing thinking tomorrow I would be one hundred dollars richer I quickly left the bar. Jerome followed me to the door waiting until I got to me car. He only went back in after I starting pulling away. When I got home I rushed inside picking up my phone dialing my wife's cell number. After a couple of rings she picked up. I could clearly hear the music and people in the bar around her but the reception was breaking up. I asked how she was doing and she said fine. Marisa told me her friends left only a few minutes ago and that she was leaving shortly for home. I was going to warn her about Jerome then the connection became worse until it was a dead line. Though I was unhappy to be cut so short I began to feel better about the situation believing she probably already shot him down. Taking a seat in front of the tv again I waited for Jerome to come home. 

It was more than an hour later when I heard the sound of a car pulling into our gravel covered lot. Darting towards my kitchen window I saw Jerome's car move up to the end of our lot coming to a stop. Peaking through my shades Jerome stepped out of his car closing the door behind. Much to my relief he was all alone. I could already feel that hundred in my hands. Walking to the end of his car he stood there next to the trunk staring towards the main road. Not thinking much of it I turned around proceeding to head towards the living room until I heard the sound of another car driving up. Quickly going back to my window I found myself being a bit nosey. Peaking outside again into our dark lot I looked at the new car parking directly next to Jerome's. I could almost feel my heart jump into my throat when I right away realized it was Marisa's car. 

Jerome walked over opening the driver side door as my wife climbed out. Closing the door for her he walked with my noticeably slightly drunk wife across the lot out of my view. I could hear his front door open and close. Since the walls aren't that thick in our building I ran over into my short hallway that divided my bedroom and bathroom. All of the apartments are all the same, just mirror images of each other so my bedroom, bathroom, and hallway are right up again Jerome's. I could clearly hear the sounds of the two of them talking but the voices were very muffled other than my wife's occasional laughing. This went on for some time, maybe twenty or so minutes. This gave me some hope knowing that most women Jerome takes home would already be in bed with him. It was almost another ten minutes of listening when everything seemed to go quiet. I stood there waiting for a few minutes for the sound of her leaving but not even so much as a single word much less her car pulling out. 

I now began to get nervous. I picked up my phone again dialing her cell number. Walking back into my hallway I could clearly hear the faint ringing of her phone through the wall. After six rings I was directed right to her voice mail. She was still there and didn't make a single effort to pick it up. Standing there for another six minutes I still hadn't heard a single sound. Worried I left my apartment through the front door walking up to Jerome's. At first I was going to knock on the door a pull my wife out of there. I quickly lost my nerve in that plan almost as soon as I thought of it as the idea of what Jerome could do to me entered my mind. Looking into his kitchen window I was unable to see anything so I snuck around the side of the building into the rear. 

At the back of each apartment is a small patio with a wooden partition to give you privacy from your neighbor. Each one has access from the apartment via sliding glass doors. Looking around the corner to see if they were in his living room I could see no one. I was still hoping for the best until something in the living room caught my eye. Looking in I could see what appeared to be the dark green shirt Marisa had been wearing laying across the arm of his couch and what looked like the black heeled boots she had on laying near by. Stepping onto his patio to get a better look I saw something else on the floor near the small hallway. It was a black and dark purple bra. Just like one which I had seen many times on my wife. Yet there was no one around. Stepping off his patio I could see light coming from Jerome's bedroom window. Walking as softly and quietly as possible I approached the window. His curtains were wide open. Kneeling down so I was below the sill I slowly peaked up over the edge into his room. I about collapsed from shock. 

There was my wife Marisa laying on her back on his bed topless a mere couple of feet away from me. Jerome was on her right side. He had her right breast in his hand rubbing it as his lips were wrapped around her pale pink nipple sucking and licking. Jerome's other hand was up under her skirt up moving around up by her crotch. That's when I realized he was fingering her. Marisa just laid there, her eyes closed with a look of pleasure. The bedroom window was closed so I was unable to pick up any sounds except every now and then Marisa would moan loud enough for me to hear. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew I should stop this but there was no way I could do so safely. I also thought I probably shouldn't be watching this but for some reason I couldn't seem to drag myself away. What I think I found most strange of all was the feel of being turned on. It was a fantasy we played out once in a while together but we both swore it was never happen. What I found to be the hottest part was the contrast of his dark skin against my wife's pale white. I could feel my cock gradually growing in my pants. I couldn't believe the effect seeing this was having on me. 

Jerome sat up taking his shirt off showing his large upper body muscles. Sliding down the bed he reached over placing both his hands at the waist band of my wife's skirt. Looking up at her he said something I was unable to hear but she smiled back at him and right away lifted her hips up off the bed. At that Jerome pulled her skirt down her legs taking it off her body. Reaching back up he grabbed the sides of her panties. Lifting her hips again he pulled her panties down and off leaving her completely naked. Jerome now slid back up until his head was between her thighs. Looking up at her he lowered his face down to her crotch. I could tell by my wife's facial expressions that he was now licking her pussy. Marisa just laid there moaning. In a couple of minutes she had a heavy orgasm. She never came so quickly before. Jerome must really know what the hell he's doing. But he didn't stop there as he continued to go down on her. In less than two minutes Marisa had another orgasm this time screaming out loud as it hit. Her legs began to shake proving it to be a large one. Both her face and chest were now completely flushed as she laid there trying to catch e breath.

Jerome leaned up asking her something at which Marisa just nodded her head in agreement. With a big grin on his face he moved off the end of the bed out of my view. My wife propped herself up looking at something on the other end of the room. All of a sudden she got this shocked look on her face, her mouth even drop open a little and it look almost as if she said 'oh my God.' I wasn't sure what could be making her react like that. The end of the bed was moving as I saw Jerome climbing back on. I now realized what made my wife look so surprised and I felt the same way. Jerome had gotten off the bed to take off the rest of his clothing now he was naked as well. Looking down I could see one of his hands slowly stroking his cock and wholly shit he wasn't lying to me. He had to be 9 inches long or damned close to it. On top of that it was thick, much thicker then mine. Jerome just had an all around massive black cock and he was planning on putting it into my wife. I could tell by her face that she wasn't sure about doing this. 


Catching the Wife Vol. 01



Jerome must have seen this too. He tried to relax her as the two of them had a short conversation. As this was going on he was edging himself a little at a time up in-between Marisa's legs until finally he was above her. They seemed to be disagreeing about something. Placing a finger over her mouth as if to quiet her down he said the only words I was able to understand. I looked as if he said the words "Just relax." 

He moved his hand back down to his cock as his arm was moving around adjusting something. I figured at that point he was lining the head of his dick up with my wife's pussy. My wife began talking again as Jerome started pushing his hips down towards Marisa. At that point he must have penetrated since she went silent biting her lower lip and tighten up her face. By now my own dick was rock hard, pulling it out I began playing with it as I watched Jerome slowly working his massive black dick into my wife. A little at a time he got deeper as I could see their pelvis' getting closer together until after several minutes they were touching as their crotches met. I was amazed that he fit most if not all of it inside of Marisa. I have no doubt she was too. Jerome just held himself there I assume to allow my wife to get used to his large size. I could tell Marisa was gradually relaxing under him. Jerome now started moving in an out a little at a time taking it slow. Marisa's face changed from an uncomfortable look to one of pleasure. Steadily Jerome picked up his pace as she got more used to having something so big in her. 

Marisa was now moaning and the faster and harder he moved the louder she became. Reaching up my wife grabbed both of his large black arms wrapping her small white hands around as best she could to hold on. I was so close I could see our wedding ring on her finger. In mere moments she had both of her legs wrapped around his back too. This also gave me a slight view of his dick sliding in an out of Marisa. This was his cue as he now picked it up fucking her hard. Marisa was moaning so loudly with each thrust that she was almost screaming in pleasure. The entire bed was rocking back and forth as well. I was completely mesmerized as I stood there watching this large black man fucking my wife's brains out with his huge cock. I'm still not sure what I thought was so hot about watching another man having sex with Marisa. Not sure if it was just the watching part, the extreme color difference, the pleasure he was giving her, or all of the above. Out of no where I felt my orgasm come over me as I came in the back yard.

Even after finishing myself off I continued to watch them as Jerome kept up his assault on Marisa. He must have some great self control since he had been at it for nearly ten minutes now. Though I could tell that he was getting close to his own orgasm. His movements began to change becoming more shallow as his face was tightening up. I could hear him grunting with each push now. It would be only a matter of seconds. 

Jerome thrust into my wife hard holding himself in her as he let out a loud deep moan. His entire body went stiff and I knew he must be cumming. I never saw Jerome put on a condom so he was most likely shooting his cum deep inside of my wife's pussy right now. I was very thankful that Marisa was on birth control. After more than a minute Jerome's body was fully relaxed. Getting up he pulled himself off Marisa, his huge dick hanging flaccid between his legs. Even soft Jerome's dick was almost larger than mine. He left heading for the bathroom. 

Marisa grabbed a few tissues from Jerome's night table. Putting them into a large ball in her hand she held it down between her legs wiping herself. That's when I realized he had cum inside of her as my wife tried to keep it from getting onto the bed. When Jerome came out she jumped up keeping the tissues over he crotch running in bathroom. He came back into the bedroom putting back on his boxers and laid on the bed. In a short time my wife came out of the bathroom. Walking up to the bed Jerome and her were talking but I couldn't understand a word. Marisa said something that Jerome seemed to agree with. She bent over picking up one of his shirts putting it on. She now climbed into bed next to him as Jerome turned off the light in the room. I couldn't see anything now and figured she was spending the night to sleep off all the drinks she had. So I quickly ran back around the building into my apartment.

Sitting back down on my couch I tried to collect my thoughts and process what I had just seen. It was hard for me to be mad at her having had an affair myself. What I did find strange was how much watching had turned me on. Going to bed I did my best to clear my head and in no time at all out like a light. My deep sleep was rudely broken when I heard a strange sound. In my half asleep state I hadn't thought much about the noise since I had heard it many times before. That was until it hit me like a ton of bricks as the loud noise continued to come from the wall that bordered against Jerome's bedroom. 

It was the constant rhythmic sound of squeaking like springs in a bed along with a banging against the wall which was his headboard. One sound was even louder then those two. I could clearly pick out the voice of Marisa coming from the same direction, moaning loudly. It was easy for me to put two and two together even if I wasn't fully awake. Jerome was for a second time fucking my wife. Turning to face the clock it was near three in the morning, only four hours since the last time they had sex. I just laid there listening to Jerome screw my wife again. I must have come in towards the end since it only continued between two to three minutes before he came. Jerome let out a deep moan for a couple of seconds and then everything was quiet. I was soon back asleep looking forward to a new day.



Catching the Wife Vol. 02



I woke up late the next morning from what little sleep I did get. It was a rough night being very restless. Had a hard time trying to get what I had seen out of my head and to get what rest I could. Wresting with my thoughts all night long. The feeling of being weak, shocked, and disappointed. How could I let him get away with doing that to my wife? Then again I knew I surely could not fight him on the issue, to burst in and stop them. I am sure all that would have accomplished was me being in a lot of pain; both physical and mental. Not to mention making me a bit of a hypocrite having done that myself while we were still together and not separated as we are now. Though my wife and I always spoke in a fantasy way of her doing something like this we never actually thought we would. I honestly wasn't sure what to think of the whole situation or what to do about it. 

Getting out of bed I grabbed something quick to eat. Before I could even finish there was a knock on my door. Opening it up I found myself staring at my neighbor Jerome. I have never seen him with such a big grin on his face. Slapping me on my shoulder he asked me how I was doing this morning. Telling him I was fine he told me he had a great time last night and couldn't wait to tell me all about it. But first he said he needed to apologize for what he did to me at the bar. He said he was sorry, that he blew off the handle and shouldn't have been so nasty to me. He then went on to explain what happened last night between him and Marisa. Even though I already knew exactly what happened I played ignorant not wanting to let him know what I had seen. 

"Man Pete, I have never been with a redhead before but if they are anything like that girl I need to be with them more often. When I finally got her to agree to coming home with me last I made sure to make her feel comfortable before making my move. First started kissing her lips and neck to get her relaxed. Before long I had my hand up he shirt playing with those big ass tits of hers. I then took her to my bedroom an man she had one hot ass body. Her pussy was shaved bare and smooth and even snug around just one of my fingers. After I got her to cum twice it was my turn. You should have seen her face when I took this monster out. She actually was worried about how it would fit telling me to take it slow. Her pussy felt so nice and tight around my finger I knew I had to get in there bareback. I haven't fucked a girl like that in years an I wanted to do it to her bad. As I moved into position she realized I didn't have a condom on an protested." 

Now, I knew I was clean an she admitted both to being with only one guy in her life and on birth control so I saw no problem with it. I was aching to push it in her so I kept telling her to relax, that it would be fine. She was uneasy about it until I started pushing it in then she didn't say another word. Fuck man it took some effort to work it in, she was fucking tight as shit around me. In the end we were both shocked that I was actually able to fit all of it into her an felt my balls pressing against her ass. If I were any bigger it wouldn't have happened since she told me that the tip of my cock was already touching her cervix. Started working it slow at first until she got used to my size then I fucked the shit out of her. Man she loved every minute of it, should've seen the pleasure on her face. I tried my best to last as long as possible until I was about to explode and couldn't hold back any longer. Being several weeks since the last time it wasn't easy and I had a lot built up in there wanting to get out. I made sure to shove it all in an shot my load as deep as I could inside that little pink pussy."

When we were finished she asked me if she could spend the night there. Being so late and still slightly drunk I agreed. And bro am I ever glad I did. A few hours later I woke up having to pee real bad. When I came back into the room I saw her still laying there and felt my dick getting hard again. In case I never saw her again I wanted another crack at her. So, I woke her up and fucked her hard a second time. I was amazed that she was just as tight as before. Fucked her missionary first then flipped her around finishing off doggie style. After shooting a second load inside that hot pussy of hers we went back to sleep. She left early this morning. I asked her if we could get together again soon but she told me she wasn't sure. That she felt guilty now about what we had done last night since she is still married and trying to get back together with her husband. I told her that as long as the two of them weren't together she shouldn't feel bad about getting some pleasure, that she has needs too. She was still unsure we would ever see each other again. But I am going to try, I would love to get some more time with that hot ass white girl. I sure as hell am not going to give up that easy. I hope to see her again tonight when I go out."

I must admit as hard as it was to hear him speaking about my wife that way another part of me was interested in listening. I have always been a bit of a voyeur just never considered it would be watching my wife with another man. When Jerome finished speaking he told me again that he was sorry about what he did last night before leaving. I wasn't sure what to say letting him do most of the talking. The only good side is it's likely Marisa wouldn't be back again.

In the afternoon I decided to give my wife a call. We had a good long conversation. Though when I asked her about what she had done last night she was at first a bit aloof finally telling me she was with some friends drinking. When I asked she did anything else she quickly shot back saying no. She also told me she had no plans for tonight since she still didn't feel well with a bit of a hang over. During the conversation we made plans for this coming Saturday to go out together on a dinner date. I told her to get better and we would talk again on Wednesday before hanging up the phone. I had nothing to do either tonight so I just hung around the house as normal. The whole night everything was quiet. A little past midnight I heard Jerome come home but nothing else. I happened to run into him the next day and he seemed a bit down. Not only did he not run into Marisa but didn't get any luck at all with any woman. I might have told him I was sorry to hear it but was also partly glad to know.

The next couple of days were uneventful. Doing my normal routine of home and work. Wednesday was no different. When I got home there was a message from my wife on the answering machine. She said she wouldn't be able to talk to me tonight because she was invited to a business dinner with some of her coworkers. So I spent my night being bored as usual. Going to bed early I was just dozing off when I heard Jerome get home. I was surprised, it being past ten at night which is much later than normal. Then I realized why, he wasn't alone. I could her him speaking then the faint sound of a woman's voice. The voices got louder as they moved towards his bedroom then everything went silent. 

As I slowly started settling back in the silence was broken several minutes later. I could hear the sound of his bed springs slowly creaking followed by the low moans the woman. Soon enough the sound became louder as his head board banged up against the wall. She also began moaning more; at times almost screaming in pleasure. I couldn't believe his luck. Meeting up with some girl and getting laid in the middle of the week. As I listened I actually got hard. So I decided to masturbate as I laid there listening to Jerome and this girl next door. He was giving it his all and at times I thought his bed was going to collapse. It didn't take me long to cum. Jerome was still going a couple of minutes after I was finished. Finally I heard him let out a deep moan as all the movement stopped. I quickly fell asleep soon after not waking up until my alarm went off the next morning. After I got home from work I pulled into my lot. Before I even got out I saw Jerome's car pull in right next to mine. As I got out I was going to tell him what a lucky guy he was for last night. Before I could even open my mouth he let out a loud laugh as he got out of his car.

"What a great day it is bro! And what a hell of a night I had yesterday."

I told him I heard since he was far from quiet. That he was one lucky son of a bitch. He told me he was sorry for making so much noise but he couldn't help himself. He told me that he ran into Marisa again last night. I wasn't sure what to say and for the first time in my life I was actually speechless.

"A buddy of mine from work invited me to a local bar and restaurant nearby before going home. When we got there I was sitting at the bar having a drink. Staring up in the mirror behind me I saw a bunch of office types having dinner together. I didn't think much of them and was about to look away when something caught my eye. Looking back I saw that hot ass redhead from the other night at the table. She didn't notice me at first as I sat there watching her. My friend left after getting a call from his wife but I stayed waiting for my chance and it came when she got up to use the bathroom. They are located right at the end of the bar so after she want in I moved to the closet seat. In a few minutes she came out and was shocked to see me there. I told her I really wanted to talk but she said she was busy with a business outing. I didn't let her go though until she agreed to meet up with me at the bar when she was finished."

It wasn't too much longer until everyone at the table started getting up and leaving. I was worried she was leave without keeping her promise to see me. To my happiness once everyone left she walked over taking a seat next to mine at the bar. I offered her a drink, sadly she said no. So I knew I would need to use my own charms to get her to relax enough to make my move. I worked on her a little at a time and even got her to have a drink that relaxed her some. After some time I asked her if she wanted to come back to my place to talk, nothing else. I was surprised when she said yes right away without question. On the trip there I tried to think of ways I could get her into bed again. I feel like I wasted all that time since only a few minutes after getting in I was already feeling her up and clothing was coming off."

I took her to my bed, stripped off the rest of our clothing and went to town. She was so fucking wet already yet and just as tight as I pushed deep into her. Best of all it was bareback again! Starting slow I picked up the pace fucking her hard. I was even able to get her to cum with my dick alone without touching her clit. Something she said has never happened before. After she came I grabbed her legs and put them up on my shoulders so I could plow her hard. It was so fucking hot seeing her shapely pale white legs against me and her toes curled up in pleasure as I fucked her. I kept it up until I came myself making sure to empty myself into her. After I was finished I pulled out, she cleaned up, got dressed, gave me a kiss then left for the night. This time though I made sure to get her number to keep in touch. I hope she'll be back since I can't wait to get another chance to fuck her."

When he finally stopped with a big smile on his face I still wasn't sure what to say so I just smiled as I went into my apartment. I couldn't believe she had sex with him again. Or the fact that I hadn't known it was her last night that I was masturbating to. I could barely even eat as I thought about what Jerome had told me. Having a couple of drinks I passed out on my bed. All the next day I tried not to think about it, looking forward to my get together with Marisa. All night it was quiet next door even after Jerome got home; this time alone. On Saturday morning I cleaned my house and got myself in the mood for this evening.



Catching the Wife Vol. 03



As the evening rolled around I got ready for my date with Marisa. Dressing nicely I was going to leave early to make sure I was there on time. Checking myself one last time in the wall mirror I opened my front door. Just as I was about to step outside I saw my wife's car pulling up into the parking lot. As quickly as I could I slammed it shut making sure she hadn't seen me. Why was she here? I rushed over to my kitchen window peering out through the blinds. I saw my wife step out of her car; man did she look good. Wearing light make-up that only enhanced her looks. A pair of low heeled black pumps, white stockings, and a nice sleeveless black dress that showed some cleavage that went down to her lower thighs showing off some of her nice legs. 

She headed right over towards Jerome's place. I could hear his door open then close again as he let her in. Right away I ran out the back door of my apartment to see what was happening. Darting to his patio I peered around the wooden partition into his living room. I could see Jerome standing by his front door but not my wife. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that fit so tight you could see almost everything he has. In less than a minute Marisa walked over coming from the bedroom with her cell phone in hand. She had mentioned she left in some where by mistake last time we spoke; must have forgotten it there during her recent visit. Jerome said something of which she seemed to disagree with. As she moved to the door to leave he blocked the way. He was again asking her something which she shook her head no to as she lifted her wrist pointing towards her watch. I guess trying to say she didn't have time. Jerome then moved out of her way. I figured he was going to let her leave but how wrong I was.

As Marisa walked to the door reaching for the knob Jerome quickly grabbed her hand. Spinning her around he pressed her entire body against the door so she was now facing towards me. Marisa looked to be fighting against him as she tried to get away. Jerome was far too strong though holding. Bending down her started kissing her neck then her lips. Marisa still wasn't having any of it as she continued fighting. Jerome grabbed her hands pinning against the door above her head. Holding them there with one arm he moved his free hand slowly down until he was playing with her left breast. She kept fighting as he trailed his hand from her breast down her side. Reaching around he gave her ass a squeeze before he moved his hand even lower. He began pulling at her dress tugging it higher and higher up her thigh. Soon the tops of her white thigh high stockings were showing. Not stopping there Jerome kept pulling her dress up higher until her lacy black thong was exposed. 

Once he got it that high he forced his right leg between her knees pushing them slightly open. That gave him the access he needed. He moved his hand to her right thigh first feeling it up and down. Jerome slowly slid his hand to the inside of her thigh then upwards towards her crotch. He started rubbing Marisa's pussy over her thong running his finger up and down. Taking his hand away from her crotch he reached higher pulling at the waist band of her thong tugging it lower and lower until it was down to the top of my wife's stockings. I could clearly see her smoothly shaved pussy. Jerome once more moved his hand to her crotch as he slipped in his ring and index fingers spreading her lips open. He then slid his middle finger between rubbing her clit. He started slow picking up speed stopping only to slide his finger into her before rubbing again. 

As I watched I saw a change in my wife's body. Marisa wasn't so stiff and gradually I noticed she struggled less and less until it looked as if she stopped fighting all together. This was confirmed when she opened her legs slightly wider to give him better access. When Jerome finally broke the kiss she just stood there not protesting. Marisa's eyes were closed, head resting against the door behind her as I could see what looking like moans escape her lips. Jerome now released her hands playing with her breasts as he continued rubbing her pussy. In a matter of minutes I heard her scream out loud as her body began to shake coming to an orgasm. It hit her so hard that it looked like she had a hard time standing afterwards. Once she finally caught her breath Jerome leaned in kissing my wife deeply as he pulled he panties back up and readjusted her skirt. When he pulled back I could see the unbelievable desire in my wife's eyes, wanting more then just that. Jerome pointed to her watch making her look somewhat disappointed. Giving him one last kiss I watched as he moved out of the way allowing Marisa to open the door and leave.

That's when I ran back to my place and waited for my wife to leave before going out to my car. Driving off I made it to the restaurant somehow before her. Sitting there alone I waited for her to show. Less then five minutes later she walked in and headed over toward the table. After greeting her we sat down together. Marisa right away apologized for being late telling me she got held up. Yet all I could picture in my mind was the sight of her getting fingered by my black neighbor not even thirty minutes before. Asking her if she found her cell phone she said yes that it was at a friends house. 

We spent well over an hour there talking and eating. All around it was a good time. We said our good byes in front of the restaurant and I headed straight for my car parked around the street. Looking back at my wife I saw she was still standing there and was talking on her cell phone. Not thinking much of it I started for home. By time I got there it was already dark and pulling into my lot I saw Jerome leaving his place with a big grin on his face. Getting into his car he waved at me as was leaving. Figured he was heading off to one of his favorite clubs or bars for the night. Getting inside I was soon fast asleep in bed not waking up until late the next morning. Towards the end of the day I ran into Jerome in our parking lot. As usual he was excited to tell me about what he had done. After covering what I already knew about what he and my wife had done before I went out with her he told me something that blind sided me. He said that he had done that because it would leave her wanting more later one and it had paid off for him.

Jerome told me he was home watching TV when he got a call from Marisa just as he had hoped for. He told that she asked him come over to her place for a change. At first I didn't believe it and told him so until he started explaining where she lived which sounded exactly like our house. He said when she opened the door she was wearing a robe but once he got in she took it off and was completely nude except for her stockings and heels. With a big smile on his face he said it wasn't long before they were having sex on her living room floor. Once they were finished having Jerome told she asked him to spend the night there. Jerome told me he readily agreed going to bed with her. When he woke up she was making breakfast for the two of them in this sexy little black laced top night gown. When they finished he told me he took her hand, led her back to the big four poster bed they slept in and fucked her again. He said the best part is he always lasts longer the second time and fucked her for over twenty minutes straight before cumming. He was glad that the neighbor didn't live too close because she was moaning and screaming her head off the entire time. Once he finished the second time he got dressed and came back home. Before parting he said to me with a wink 'I told you size matters when you know how to use it.'

I wasn't at all sure what to say. During the coming week I spoke to my wife several times and she never once mentioned what had happened. Just acted as if everything was normal. I asked her if she wanted to go out again this coming Saturday but told me she couldn't. Her friend's wedding was that day. Before long the weekend was here. After I got home on Friday evening I ran into Jerome again. He was going out tonight asking if I wanted to join him. As usual I passed spending my night watching TV, more so since it was supposed to pour down rain later on. Towards the end of the night I was dozing off and was about to head for bed when I heard a car quickly pulling in. Walking to my window I saw it was Jerome coming home. Getting out of his car he moved to his trunk and just stood there staring down towards the street. I wasn't sure what to think until in a matter of moments I heard a second car coming up. Needless to say I wasn't too surprised to see it was my wife.

When she parked next to him he walked over and held the car door for her. When Marisa stepped out I thought she looked hot. Wearing a pair of black heeled boots, a plaid green skirt, and a green low cut V-neck short sleeved shirt that showed a lot of her ample cleavage. After closing the car door Jerome moved up to her bending down kissing Marisa deeply. As they stood there several times I saw Jerome's hand move up to touch her breasts but each time it was pushed away. I could tell this was annoying him. Without warning he grabbed Marisa spinning her around until she was facing towards the building. Tilting her head to the side he leaning in kissing her neck. At the same time he wrapped his right arm around her stomach pinning both her arms to her body. In that position she couldn't fight as he moved his left hand up cupping her left breast and started playing with it. Jerome has large hands but even they appeared tiny against my wife's big tits. As he played with it she tried her best to get free but this didn't last long before she relented relaxing into him. When Jerome saw this he moved his other hand up as he now fondled both of he breasts at the same time. By now her nipples were so hard even though I was about twenty feet away I had no problem seeing them sticking up pressed hard against the material of her top. 

Jerome now moved his left hand up to her neck. It was quite a contrast of his darker black skin against her pale white. He then slid it back to her chest but this time down and under the front of her shirt. I could now see the outline of his hand playing with her right breast under her shirt but still over her bra. Marisa just stood there grinding her ass into him. One thing I know about my wife is she loves having her breasts played with. Sadly it began to drizzle breaking up the party as Marisa pulled away. The two of them quickly headed for his place and out of my sight. 

Despite the weather I wanted to see what was happening. After getting my shoes on I quietly snuck out my back door softly walking through the yard. Coming up to Jerome's bedroom I slowly peered inside. Sadly his bedroom lamp was off but the door was open with enough light coming in from the hallway to see what was going on. It had only been three maybe four minutes since they went inside. And yet there was Jerome laying on the bed already completely nude. The one thing that stood out or should say stood up was the sight of his huge black dick. Hard as a rock and pointing right to the ceiling. A couple seconds later I saw Marisa approach the end of the bed near his feet; also totally naked. 

Jerome looked down at her as my wife crawled onto the bed moving up towards him. When she got halfway she stopped and grabbed his dick in her right hand. My wife's hand looked so small wrapped around that black pole. Asking him something which Jerome nodded in agreement Marisa leaned over his dick. Lowering her head I watched as she ran her tongue up, down, and all over it. Then she slid the head between her lips and into her mouth as she began giving him a blow job. I could see Marisa's head bobbing on his cock doing her best to give him pleasure. She looked like she was doing a good job at it too until Jerome grabbed her hair pulling Marisa's mouth off. He said something to her then she moved further up the bed. Marisa got on her knees then straddled Jerome placing one leg on either side of him. 

Marisa was now above Jerome and reached between her legs positioning his dick. When she got it where it needed to be I watched as she slowly sunk down onto him. Both of them got this look of pleasure as my wife worked his cock into her until she was fully impaled. Once she got him in all the way she slowly rocked back and forth on him. Jerome began playing with her breasts with his right hand at the same time rubbing her clit with his left. Even through the closed window I could hear Marisa's moans getting louder and more frequent. I don't know how he does it but he had her cumming in only a couple of minutes. She yelled out as her entire body shook when it hit. Taking a moment to catch her breath Marisa leaned her upper body down placing her hands at either side of Jerome's head. Jerome grabbed both of her tits as she start sliding up and down on him.

As I stood there watching my wife ride this large black man my dick was again rock hard. I had planned on staying there until the end when the weather got even worse and it started to pour on me. On top of that several strikes of lightly came from the clouds in the distance so I thought it best to get back inside. As pissed as I was missing out on watching I thought I should at least listen. Grabbing a glass cup from my kitchen I rushed into my bedroom. Placing the open end against the wall and my ear on the other I was able to hear almost as well as if I were in the room with them.

Marisa: (breathing heavy).

Jerome: Oh yeah.

Marisa: (moaning)

Jerome: Feel good baby?

Marisa: Yes.

Jerome: Oh fuck Marisa, you're so fucking hot ... that's it ... keep it up baby.

Marisa: (moaning)

Jerome: Like riding my big black dick don't you white girl?

Marisa: Yes

Jerome: Does it feel better than your husband's?

Marisa: (breathing heavy)

Jerome: Answer me Marisa!

Marisa: Yes ... so much better.

Jerome: That's what I wanted to hear ... keep it up Marisa I'm getting closer ... ride me harder, faster.

Marisa: (moaning as the movements of the bed were getting louder).

Jerome: Keep it up baby.

Marisa: Feel good?

Jerome: Shit yes ... getting close ... going to pull you all the way onto me and shoot my black seed deep inside your tight white cunt.

Marisa: I want it baby ... cum for me ... cum ... cum ... cum

Jerome: Oh fuck ... almost there Marisa ... here it comes ... aaahhhhhhh! (letting out a long deep moan as all the movement stopped).

Marisa: That's it baby, give me all that hot black cum ... feels so good, so hot. 

Jerome: (laughing).

Marisa: What's so funny?

Jerome: Nothing, just felt so fucking good. I'm not sure what it is but you are not just the hottest white girl I have ever been with but the hottest of all of them. I think I should have been fucking red heads from the start. And not to be crude but I have never felt a pussy as nice as yours. You're almost a dream, nice legs, big tits, cute ass, pretty face, and you love sex as much as I do.

Marisa: (laughing) Glad to know you think so highly of me.

Jerome: I'm starting to go soft already so you better get off soon before it starts leaking out. You know when I cum I cum a lot and it seems no matter how deep I shoot it into you stuff always comes back out. And I don't want to get any wet spots on the bed. I have to sleep here tonight (laughing). 

With that I heard Marisa leave the room and the bathroom door closing. When she came back in they kept talking for several minutes until Marisa said she had to leave. Jerome sounded unhappy but understood that she had to get up early for her friends wedding. After she got dressed they said their good byes. Soon afterwards I heard her car leaving the lot. By that time I found that I still had a raging hard on. Jumping into bed I began to masturbate to what had just happened. Picturing in my head my wife riding my black neighbor got my to cum very quickly. When I finished I rolled off to sleep and got ready for another day.



Catching the Wife Vol. 04



I rolled out of bed late in the morning. Having nothing to do I was in no hurry to start a lazy day. Grabbing something to eat I sat down to watch some bad weekend morning TV when the thought of my wife and last night came into my mind. I knew she would not be by today having a wedding and party to go to afterwards. Stretching out on my couch I zoned out as one hour blended into the next. By the afternoon I was bored out of my mind and by the evening I was dying for the day to finally come to an end. Around seven o'clock I was startled by the sound of my phone ringing. Answering it I was surprised to hear my wife's voice on the other end. 

Marisa called me in a very emotional state and I could tell she had even been crying a little. She said she wanted us to get back together again. That watching the wedding made her think of our marriage and wanted me to move back home. The she missed me and wanted to have a fresh start, to forget everything up to today, to move on with our lives. Needless to say I was shocked not expecting this at all. We ended up having a long phone conversation lasting several hours that night and we agreed to forget what was done, and to get back together again. It was decided I would start moving my stuff back in this week in my free time after work and hopefully have it all there before this coming weekend. In the mean time I would return to our house tomorrow afternoon only coming back to my apartment to pick stuff up. Since I renting only month to month it would be no trouble getting out of here. When we finally got off the phone I found myself in the best mood I've been in for a long time. That everything was going to be normal again.

Waking up Sunday morning I found myself very relaxed. After getting dressed I took a walk out onto my back patio for some fresh air on this sunny morning. Stepping outside to get some peace I found anything but. Jerome happened to be outside him self cursing out loud. Yelling over I asked if everything was okay? He yelled back it wasn't. Told me he was pissed off because that girl he had been seeing was getting back together with her husband and said she wouldn't be able to see him anymore. He said she was a "hot fuck" and had to find someone as good to replace her. I told him I was sorry to hear about his bad luck and that I was moving out of here this week. He asked me why so I lied telling him I found an apartment closer to work. He quickly mentioned he was glad for me, said if I needed any help to ask him before as headed back inside. I knew there was no way I would ask him to help me move stuff to my house knowing he had been there already.

Packing what I could into my car I left my little apartment for home. That night I laid in bed next to my wife but for several hours could not sleep. Staring at her I found myself thinking about how great it was to be back together but also everything she had done while we were separated. Should I talk to her about what I know? And how would I even bring it up? Then I remembered we both promised to start new, to let go and forget everything that was done before yesterday evening. If I were to bring it up it might drag our new found relationship into a downward spiral again that may never be fixed. It took me a while to come to this conclusion and I would pretend I knew nothing and move on. Though my mind had other ideas. Over the next few nights I had dreams that had Marisa and Jerome having sex. Would even find myself with a hard on after waking up from them. We also had sex a couple of times this week and each time I kept picturing in my head Marisa and Jerome going at it. Yet I continued to keep my mouth shut.

Other then these couple of issues everything seemed to be going well. I was home now for two weeks and couldn't have been happier. Despite my feelings things were not as normal as I would have hoped for. The third Sunday I was home I was in our bedroom getting dressed while my wife was down the hallway getting ready to take a shower. We were going to go out for lunch and spend a relaxing day together. As I buttoned up my shirt I heard a buzzing sound coming from the night table. Looking over I saw my wife's cell phone open and shaking letting her know she just got a text message. I found that strange to begin with since she always said she hated those and never wanted to use them. Walking over I picked it up to with the intention of giving it to her after she got out of the bathroom. Glancing down at the screen I saw the message as written "miss u n want to fck u again please get bck 2 me asap, Jerome." 

I could hear the water running in the shower so I began to look back into her past messages. I found another fourteen from Jerome over the past seven days not including the ones she replied to him about but just ones he sent on his own! They all said in one way or another that he needed her, missed her, wanted to meet up with her, wanted to fuck her, hasn't been able to find anyone else to replace her, was begging to have sex with him, etc. She replied to them all basically explaining that she couldn't and it would be cheating. He would come back with he didn't care that she was married he just wanted to fuck. That he hasn't been with a woman in almost two weeks now and needed her badly and she was the best he's had. I heard the shower turn off so I put the phone back where I found it and left the bedroom. From the living room I watched my wife walk into the bedroom. Coming out around ten minutes later she had her cell phone in hand closing it up. 

We spent a nice day together and after getting home that evening she went into the kitchen to start making dinner. While she was busy I snuck into her bag and grabbed the cell phone out. Quickly I searched through the text messages to see what she wrote him today. She only said she couldn't do it reminding him again she was married. For the next few days I randomly checked her cell phone when I had the chance to find new messages from Jerome but found none. I wasn't sure if he finally gave up or Marisa was deleted them before I had the chance to sneak a peek. Either way it slowly slipped my mind as work began to get busier for me. Things still seemed normal until that next Tuesday. While driving home from work that evening I got a phone call on my cell. Reaching in my pocket I saw it was my wife. Answering it she told me she would be home late and had to do some overtime at work. I did find this a bit odd since she has never had to stay late at work but not thinking twice I told her I would be at home when she got there. Saying our good-byes I soon pulled into our driveway. 

Taking a nice long shower I plopped down on the couch and waited for Marisa to come home. About one and a half hours later I saw headlights through our living room window as a car pulled into our driveway soon followed by my wife walking in the front door. She looked different from normal, a bit disheveled and yet relaxed. I asked how she was which she replied tired and sore as she headed towards the bedroom. In a matter of minutes I could hear the shower running. Late that night I attempted to have sex with Marisa but she showed no interests telling me she wasn't in the mood. Not thinking much of it we both went to bed and were soon asleep. As the rest of the week went on I kept a look out for cell messages from Jerome and found none making me believe he had given up. The next Monday she called me saying she would be working late again. The week after it was Wednesday. Then the week after that she was late on Monday. It really didn't seem right more so since the work she does never required overtime before. Each time she would come home looking very relaxed and every now and then with slightly messed up hair or clothing. 

The week following she called me again on Monday saying that she would be home late. Thinking I would be nice I headed straight from work to her job to see if she wanted any company or maybe go out to dinner when she was finished. When I drove into the parking lot I found very few cars and my wife's was no where to be seen. As I was about to get out I saw one of Marisa's coworkers I knew and asked her if Marisa was inside. This woman swore to me that my wife already left. Thanking her I drove home thinking maybe she would be early after all only to find our house empty. A little more than an hour later she walked through the door. I right away asked her how she was. Telling me she was beat after an extra long day at work and was getting tired of these overtime days as she went towards our bedroom to take a shower. I was left speechless and had no idea what to think or to say. Then I thought of Jerome. Maybe he has something to do with this. Part of me really didn't want to believe it was true but I needed to find out either way. 

I already knew Jerome's phone number which I got from my wife's cell. The next evening after work I gave him a call. After having to explain who I was I asked him if he wanted to go out for a drink tonight, my treat. He readily agreed as we met at a bar halfway between the two of us. We spent some time just talking about what we have been up to in our lives since I moved. That's when I took the chance to see if he knew anything about my wife so I asked him if he had any new women in his life. He said there were no new women in his life than asked me if I remembered that red head Marisa he was seeing while I still live there. Telling him I did I asked him why?

"Because I've been seeing her lately" he said. "It had been weeks without getting any as I continued to contact her to meet up with me. She always told me she couldn't, being married and all but I don't give a shit. She is a hot piece of ass who knows how to suck dick, big tits, and has a tight little pussy. Plus she always let me fuck her bareback and no bitch in years has let me do that. I finally got her to come over to my place to 'talk' by threatening to come to her house whether her husband was home or not. Well, when I got her into my place it didn't take too long before I got her in bed. I'll tell you bro after weeks of build up it was a real relief to feel empty if you know what I mean. Since then she's been coming over every week without her husband knowing. Best of all she now contacts me to get some. Like I told you before man size matters when you know how to use it. And I sure as shit ain't complaining since I now get some every week."

My jaw about hit the ground as all my questions were answered in one moment. A few minutes later I told Jerome I had to get home. The whole drive there I kept running back in my head what he had said. I couldn't believe it. When I got home Marisa was waiting for me with dinner ready. I acted as if I knew nothing but couldn't get it out of my mind so much so that I had a hard time sleeping that night. Two nights later she called me again telling me she would be working late once more. Wanting to see for myself I drove right towards my old apartment after work. As I passed by the building slowly I peered up into the lot. Low and behold there was Marisa's car parked near Jerome's apartment. She really was seeing him again! 

Parking my car along the side of the street I snuck up the rear of the building towards his apartment. As I came upon his bedroom window I would see a light but he had his shade down this time. Moving up towards his rear sliding doors at his living room I peeked around the corner to see it empty. I noticed on the couch was sitting my wife's purse along with a couple pieces of clothing laying on the floor that looked like what Marisa had put on this morning. Rushing back to my car I headed right home. I sat down and waited for my wife. Less than an hour later she got home looking relaxed as always along with wearing the exact same clothing I saw laying on Jerome's living room floor. I asked her how she was which she said tired and went to take a shower. That night I had trouble sleeping as everything ran through my head. I must have still be off that morning when Marisa asked me if I was okay since I didn't seem myself.

The coming week was the same with my wife staying late at "work" on Monday. On Tuesday I was informed by my boss that I would be representing the company at a conference this weekend. I would be leaving early on Friday and wouldn't get back home until Sunday afternoon the earliest. Granted I was being paid for it which I couldn't complain about but I was in no mood to leave with everything going on. That night I told my wife about it. She seemed sad that I would be gone telling me I would be missed and wasn't sure how she would keep busy without me around. It really wasn't too long though before she was able to find some company for the weekend as I found out the next day. 

As I was leaving work the next evening I got a call on my cell phone. Seeing it was Jerome's number I picked up. He told me he wouldn't keep me long but wanted to say that he was going to be busy this weekend. That Marisa's husband was going away and when he found that out he pushed her until she agreed to let him keep her company while he was gone. I was left almost speechless yet wasn't sure what to do about it. I could just confront Marisa about everything that has been going on. A part of me though got off at the idea since we always used to fantasize about it in bed. I thought I would wait to talk to her about it until after I got back home and wanted to have something to show her in case she lied about what she had been doing. 

Before going home I went straight to the store to pick up two web cams for our main desk top computer in our living room and my laptop that I usually kept in our bedroom. Looking around I found two good ones. A small one that records sound and can be easily hidden to attach to my laptop. The other that I would use for our living room desk top wasn't as small but like the other recorded in color and with audio. Opening them both I hid one in my pocket before going inside the house. After dinner I told my wife I got a camera for our desk top. When she asked me why I explained it was an old piece of office equipment they were getting rid of at work. That I wasn't sure if it worked or not so I would play with it when I go back on Sunday. Two days later on Thursday morning I got ready for work as normal and waited for my wife to leave since she usually does before me. She had no idea I wasn't going to work today, having asked for it off to get ready for the trip. Once Marisa kissed me good-bye and wishing each other a good day I watched as she got in her car and drove to work. 

Giving it some time to make sure she wouldn't come back I then rushed over to our desk top computer. Hooking up the camera I waited for the setup to finish. Once done I began to play with it until I got the view I wanted of our living room and most of our kitchen behind. Since the two rooms are only separated by a large arched doorway it had a view of our dinning table, and part of the counter tops in the cooking area. After being finished I played with it until I learned how to keep it recording but closing the main window just in case so she wouldn't see it taping her unless she looked very hard. Next I went into our bedroom and set up the other camera to my lap top. I usually keep it sitting on top of my book case so I had to find a place to hide the camera since she didn't know about this one. Spending some time I finally figured out a way to get it to work where it wasn't at all noticeable even while standing next to it. The best part is she never touches my laptop so I had no worries about her finding out I was taping her but just in case I made sure to hide the window on this computer as well. 

The next morning I got up and dressed to head off on my two and a half day trip. I watched my wife get ready for work putting on a pair of low black heels, tan knee length skirt, and a white button up blouse, looking very nice in general. After breakfast she left soon followed by myself as I went to work to pick up some papers I would need before driving to the airport to jump on the plane. It was far from a pleasure trip being filled with work. I kept looking forward to finally getting back home the whole time. After flying back I had a long drive home giving me time to finally think about what might have happened while I was gone. Pulling into our driveway that Sunday evening I had no idea what awaited me. Marisa was sitting in the living room waiting for me to get home. Giving me a big hug and a kiss she told me dinner was ready. I almost began to think that nothing had gone on by the way she was acting. I made sure to take some time when she wasn't looking to unplug both of the cameras to stop them from recording any longer. As the night wore on she began to get tired and asked me if I was ready to go to bed. Telling her I would stay up a little longer watching TV she told me not to stay up too late as she got up and walked back towards our room. I waited several minutes to make sure she wasn't coming back out then I got up and went right to our living room computer.

Turning on the screen I clicked on the web cam icon to see it was still recording, she thankfully hadn't found out what I had done. Hitting stop I went back all the way to the beginning of the video that was recorded. Needless to say it was a lot being almost sixty hours long. I knew I couldn't just sit there and watch the whole thing so I began to fast forward until about two hours into it I saw my wife walk into the living room from the front door area. I found that very odd since it was still Friday morning and she should have been at work. It all made sense in less then thirty minutes when there was a knock at our front door. Marisa rushed over and I could hear a mans voice, it was Jerome's. They soon both walked directly in front of the screen as he sat down on our sectional sofa and Marisa went into the kitchen behind. Coming back with a drink in her hand she sat down right next to him. Jerome asked her when I was coming back home. When she told him Sunday evening he said "Good, then we have plenty of time." With that he grabbed her glass and placed it on the small table we have at the end of the couch. Leaning in he kissed my wife deeply.

They made out like this for around fifteen minutes before he began to feel her up. First pawing at he breasts under he blouse than slowly unbuttoning it down to below her bra. Running his lips down her neck to her chest he spread the shirt open kissing the tops of her breasts. I could hear my wife breathing heavily the whole time. Letting go of her shirt he moved his hand to her knee then began moving it up her though sliding it under her skirt. I watched as his hand got higher Marisa slowly spread her legs soon followed by her moaning as I could tell by his arm motions he was fingering her. Jerome kept at it only for maybe four minutes before I could see my wife's legs start to quiver followed by her cumming hard around his hand. How the hell does get her to cum so quickly?

Marisa leaned back against the couch to catch her breath. Jerome didn't want to wait as he took this moment to finish unbuttoning my wife's blouse even pulling the bottom the was tucked in her skirt until it was fully open. Marisa then took it off the rest of the way as she stood up. Kicking off her heels and unzipping her skirt letting in drop to the floor. At the same time Jerome pulled his own shirt off and removed his shoes. Standing up with my wife he kissed her on the lips as she began undoing his pants. With a big smile on his face he watched as she pushed them down followed by his boxers. I saw his long, thick, black cock spring out hard as a rock and pointing right at my wife's stomach. She dropped right down to her knees kissing, licking, then sucking on this massive dick. Jerome grabbed the back of her head as she gave him a blow job for roughly four or five minutes. He then pulled her head off telling her to stand up. Putting his hands around her back he unhooked her bra, sliding down off her shoulders and throwing it on the couch. Taking a few moments to play with her bare breasts he moved her back over to the couch telling her to lay down across it.




Catching the Wife Vol. 04



Laying back on the couch my wife lifted her hips as Jerome gripped the sides of her panties slipping them down her legs. He propped one leg up on the back of the couch and the other one of held in his hand, spreading them open as he slid his body between them. Take a second for the two of them to get comfortable my wife grabbed his cock lining him up as he started to slowly push down into her. Marisa let out a long low moan while he pushed into her as Jerome grunted that she felt so good and so tight. In about a minute he said "there we go, all in" with a big grin on his face. He now began to slowly move it in and out of Marisa. They had sex on the couch for a few minutes, my wife wrapping her legs around him as Jerome picked up the pace. I can see what he meant about neighbors though since she was moaning and at times almost screaming in pleasure as he worked his massive black cock inside of her. I never remember her being so loud this much with me.

Maybe five or six minutes of this Jerome pulled out, sitting up on the couch. Marisa asked what was wrong when he told her to get down on the floor on her hands and knees. With a smile she moved into position on the floor and just my luck was facing towards the camera next to the computer. Jerome moved up behind her and almost instantly I saw a complete look of pleasure on my wife's face as he pushed back into her. Holding onto her waist with one hand and pulling at her hair to keep her head up with the other he began fucking my wife with long hard strokes leaving her screaming in pleasure. Her entire body jerked with each movement, could even see her big tits swinging back and forth under her. Jerome continued his assault on her for only a couple more minutes. He mentioned he was getting close shortly before he let out a long moan as he thrust hard into her once more, holding himself there. I could see a smile go across my wife's face and moaned softly as he came deep inside of her pussy. 

Letting go of her hair he held himself inside of her until I saw his whole body relax. Slowly moving out he stood up right away sitting down on the couch behind him. Marisa got up as well quickly placing a hand over her crotch laughing that she didn't want his cum leaking onto the floor leaving a stain on the carpet. My wife rushed off to the bathroom as Jerome sat there turning on the TV. I was amazed again that even soft his cock was still big as it sat limp between his spread legs. My wife soon came back out with a robe on, sitting down next to him looking very flushed. Turning off the computer I went into the bedroom to see my wife already asleep. The next morning I feigned being ill telling my wife I would be staying home today. After calling out of work she wished me well hoping that I get better before heading out the door for the day.

Once she was gone I grabbed my lap top to see what it picked up. Though there was still plenty more footage on the main computer I wanted to watch them together so I could see how everything happened in order. I fast forwarded the one from the living room watching for what would happen next while the bedroom recording on my lap top sat next to me. Around early afternoon I watched as Jerome fingered and went down on my wife on the couch until she came but he wouldn't even let her touch him claiming he wanted to save it for later. After eating dinner that evening the Jerome asked my wife to put on something sexy and he would meet her in the bedroom. Readily agreeing she disappeared into our room I watched as she changed into one of her sexy night gowns that barely went down to mid-thigh. Laying down on the bed she called out to him and in mere moments Jerome walked into the room. Some heavy kissing lead to some heavy sex in several different positions until he came in her a second time.

Nothing happened until the next morning. After Marisa woke up she went into the master bathroom. I could soon afterwards here the water from the shower running. Jerome within minutes got up himself and went into the bathroom too. I could hear muffled talking through the wall then everything went quite except for the sound of running water. This was soon broken by my wife's voice, moaning in pleasure. This went on for near ten minutes at which point I figured they were having sex in our shower. Later that afternoon they had sex again in our living room. And they did it again late that night in our bed. I was amazed at how much he could do it in a short period of time but did notice he went longer with each one. The final one was Sunday morning after Jerome was getting ready to leave he caught my wife in our kitchen first having her bent over our dinning table then with her laying on top of it before he came in her one last time. After he finally left I watched as my wife cleaned herself up then went around the house making sure everything was fine before I got back home. Though I knew I had to confront her about it I couldn't help but find myself with a massive hard on watching and ended up masturbating while watching the last one. Looking at my wife being fucked hard by my former black neighbor, hearing her scream, her feet curled in pleasure as they were up against his shoulders, it was all too hot to me. 

Waiting until she got home from work I acted like everything was normal until after we finished dinner. That's when I brought it up and I have never seen her look like that before. Needless to say it was complete shock. I explained about how I used to hear and watch them back at my old apartment, how I knew she was seeing him again, and that he had been here this past weekend. She almost immediately began to cry. Telling me how sorry she was, that she doesn't know what was wrong with her. Explaining that she loved me dearly and her relationship with Jerome was purely about sex and she had no real feelings for him. We spent nearly the entire night up together talking as we tried to make everything right again. To her surprise I think it all worked out in the end. She was also shocked that I actually got off to it but remembered how we had talked about her being with a black guy in the past since I have always been a bit of a voyeur and she used to get turned on about being with a black guy more so since she liked the color different with her pale skin. Admitting to me that his large dick was just a perk. She swore it would end and would never see Jerome again. The whole time I never mentioned once that I had videos of them having sex in our house. I wanted to keep those for my own use, so to speak and didn't want her deleting them before I burned them onto DVDs. What can I say it really was hot to watch. 

Now six months later everything is going well between me and Marisa. She hasn't seen or even talked to Jerome since that weekend. He has stopped contacting her as well. My wife still doesn't know about the videos I have which I still view when I feel in the need to get off by watching her getting her brains fucked out by Jerome and that massive black cock of his. Hey, I'm will admit I can be a real perve and I still think it's hot as hell to watch.