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So, How The Fuck Are You?

Date: 9/14/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: ford47, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

Chapter 1 - Confronting my Slut wife Grey clouds scudded across the sky, the temperature was in the fifties, and I was leaning against the front of my wife's car. This would be okay, if I were at home, waiting for her to get ready to go shopping or go out somewhere. Not, so. Her car was parked at the curb of a chain motel where the rooms faced onto the parking lot, not an interior hallway. As I sat, or leaned, I considered the last month or so of following, watching, taking photos and making notes. The taking photos were the easy part, playing private detective was a bit more difficult. I had decided to confront my wife, it was time to make a change, and it would be in my favor, I was tired of sitting in a cold, damp car, watching and waiting. Today was slightly different, a strange male visited the room about 10:30AM till almost noon, a pizza delivery guy stopped by for about ten minutes, and finally a guy I recognized from a week ago finally left about 2:30PM. It was the pizza guy that intrigued me most; she had not stayed for lunch before, always leaving by a little after 12. But the young pizza delivery guy stayed in the room for nearly ten minutes, my thoughts spiraled into the gutter on this one. A soft thump against the wall next to the door, then the door opened, and my wife, Cheryl, her back to me, and wearing a set of sweats backed out of the room carrying a small travel bag in one hand, her purse and room key in her right. “So. How the fuck are you doing?” I ... commented just as she began to turn around. “OH, NO! OH, my God.” She wheezed as she dropped her valise, purse, keys, and nearly keeled over. “What are you doing here?” “Not having as much fucking fun as you, obviously.” I moved close to Cheryl, slipped my hand around her waist, and groped her firm, little ass, enjoying the thought she had been getting fucked by a couple of strange males. “Stop, somebody might see, you!” She attempted to act dignified. “Oh, yeah, and this from a woman who has spent most of the day at a motel, on her back, with three male visitors, getting her brains fucked out,” I commented as I tugged her a bit closer. “What are you doing, spying on me?” Again, she tried, with the slightly holier than thou attitude, emanating from her mouth. “How would you know I was on my back?” “No, I couldn't see inside to be able to watch the real fun of you fucking strange males.” I know was kneading her right breast with my left hand as we stood outside in the cool weather, I could feel her nipple getting a bit harder from my attentiveness, I so enjoyed fondling her pliant tit flesh. “Maybe you spent most of the time doggy style, your cute ass in the air.” “You are such a pervert!” She stammered, trying to back off, but not as fervently as before, so I continued to fondle her tit. “Oh, so I am the pervert, when you are the one meeting and fucking strange males at a motel. I think you are a slut, if I am a pervert,” I replied. She made no comment, her mouth moved, and she ...