Pole Position (Part 2)

When last we left John, he had grown concerned over his wife’s (Deb) activities with her running partner and their now divorced neighbor (Nick). After a fight over Deb’s growing intimacy with Nick, Deb leaves to go “running” only as a guise for running into the arms of Nick. John, hoping to reconcile with Deb and unable to find her at the reservoir that serves as her normal jogging path, sneaks around Nick’s house and through an open window sees Nick and Deb fooling around...


If you haven’t read the first part, go here as it will make things a lot easier for you dear reader...   

When last we left John

It was the early morning hours and I stood outside my large cocked neighbor’s house trying to figure out a way to keep him from taking advantage of my wife who was inside. I had just sneaked into my neighbor’s backyard peering through his basement windows only to witness my wife on her knees worshipping her running partner’s slab of cockmeat.

He had thrown her over his shoulder and carried her off to his bedroom upstairs and I was trying to figure out a way to put a stop to things before they got too far.

I realized the best I could hope for was to put things off so I walked around to the front of the house and rang the doorbell. It took a few minutes before my impatience got the better of me and I started to urgently knock on the door.

Nick appeared at the door a few moments later, his hair disheveled, a towel wrapped around him. He peered at me from behind his half open front door.

“Christ! John, do you know what time it is?!?!”

“Nick, I’m sorry to disturb you so early. I hope I didn’t wake you. I’d gone up to the reservoir looking for Deb and I couldn’t find her. I know she went out for her run this morning and I’m worried something might’ve happened.”

There it was again, that cocky fucking smirk of his, I wanted to punch his lights out in that moment. He stepped back a bit from the door and opened it further, the towel was doing little to hide his arousal as it tented up barely restraining his prodigious member.

“Gosh John, are you sure you looked all around the circuit. It could simply be one of those things where you’re on one side of the reservoir and she’s on the other.”

He relaxed but I could see his growing impatience.

“John, I’m sorry you kind of got me out of bed.” More with the smirk. “Listen buddy, maybe she went on a different route today. Why don’t you give it a little bit and if she still hasn’t gotten home, call me and I’ll come and help you look for her.”

What I wanted to do in that moment was to push my way past the bastard go up to his bedroom and drag my wife out by her hair. What I should have done was punch him square in his face and keep pummeling him into a bloody pulp. What I did though was something I’d grow to regret.

“Mmmm... I guess you’re right. I’ll do that. If she doesn’t make it back in another half hour, maybe I’ll just call the police.”

You could see the alarm in Nick’s face at that comment. Sure he wanted to fuck my wife, of that I was certain but I don’t think he was so prepared to have dirty laundry aired through the neighborhood.

“Yeah... yeah. I’m sure she’ll be back before then.”

“See you later Nick.”

“See you later John.”

And with that I went down his front walk and made the short distance back to my house.

Sure enough Deb showed up 25 minutes later. To say that she was a wreck would be an understatement. Her hair was certainly a miss and while she sometimes had some stiffness after a run, the gingerly way she walked had nothing to do with running.

“Deb! What happened to you! I was worried sick!”

“What!? I was out for my run!”

“Deb I went out to the track to look for you this morning and couldn’t find you anywhere. I was worried you twisted something or something bad happened to you!”

“John, I made it quite clear I don’t want you around me when I’m running. The race is tomorrow and I don’t want you ruining my chances. I just decided to explore a different trail today and it turned out to be quite challenging.”

Now she was smirking behind her anger. It really was starting to infuriate me.

“Fine! Suit yourself. I try to show some concern, I try to help out and you’ve been nothing but a cold bitch to me all week. Whatever goes on now it’s your fault. Just because I said something about that creep down the block and I know he wants into your pants. Stop lying to me about it.”

Deb looked up in that moment truly taken aback as if she realized something. I don’t know if it was residual guilt or what. I knew something had happened between her and Nick that morning. What I managed to see with her naked on her knees playing with his huge cock was bad enough, I could only imagine how far things had gotten. In any event, there was no doubt in my mind we had turned a corner. I had to come to grips with how I was going to deal with this now. She cheated, there was no question about it. Whether she did what she did in a moment of anger or if it was just something that was the latest step in an ongoing affair was the question and even then would she come clean about it?

If she did come clean, would I be able to forgive her betrayal of trust. I just didn’t know.

At that moment I realized how much I wished it had been a weekday because I would’ve welcomed having to go to work and be away from her while I figured out my next steps. As it was, we had a day ahead of us together with both of us in and around the house.

Since our fight there was no mistaking the coldness that hung in the air between Deb and me. Now that I had seen her with Nick and there wasn’t a question about how out of control things had gotten I needed time to think. Just time to be quiet, away from her.

All this ran through my head in that uncomfortable silence that hung between us.

Deb finally spoke up, “Well, I’m hopping into the shower. I just have to clean up.”

I’ll bet.

She went upstairs to the bedroom. I stayed behind. I waited until I heard the shower running to go up myself. When I got up to the bedroom I first made sure Deb was actually in the shower and then I looked for her discarded running togs. Sure enough, there was no mistaking the damp and crusty material that was a telltale sign of her infidelity. I guess any doubts were erased, he had bedded her. That fucker Nick had managed to fuck my wife.

I was furious and I saw red.

I went down and got in my car and went out. I didn’t know where I was driving to and I didn’t care but in that second I knew if I didn’t leave now I’d wind up behind bars before the day was out.

I can’t remember much of that day. I know at some point I went to the local mall but the truth of the matter is I just wandered around for the most part shell shocked. Tellingly my cell phone didn’t go off once. Deb wasn’t concerned where I was or what had happened to me.

How had things gotten so bad, so fast?

I got home in the early evening, I walked into an empty house. Deb’s car was in the driveway and I called out for her but there was no answer. It had been a full twelve hours since I saw my naked wife on her knees before Nick’s ‘footlong.’ I hadn’t really decided how I was going to respond at this point. Seriously, I loved my wife with all my heart but her betrayal struck deep.

Under different circumstances, I would’ve reacted differently. We hadn’t achieved ‘bed death’ that mars some marriages and by my own standards our sex life was on the vanilla side. In the past I had open relationships with women but I hadn’t gotten to that place with Deb (and I hadn’t figured on getting there either).

I could understand the recreational aspects of sex and I knew that just the view of sex as another activity would escape most of our friends and family. Here though it was more about her betrayal of my trust.

Still, Deb wasn’t here and as I thought about it, it struck me the one place I would most likely find her was back over at Nick’s. The temerity of it really made my blood boil but then, she didn’t know I had borne witness to their tryst earlier in the day.

As it was starting to get dark, I once again made my way down the street to my neighbor’s. This time I proceeded a bit less surreptitiously just walking down as if I was going for my normal evening run. I had the presence of mind to change into my running clothes before playing my hunch.

I stepped up the front walk of my rival and walked around to the back of the house. None of the windows were open as much as I could tell but the basement lights were on. I went back to the window I had looked through earlier in the day and my heart sunk once more.

I could see into the finished room and from my vantage point I could see my darling wife naked. The light reflected off her body as it was covered in what I assumed was a sheen of sweat from her exertions. She was resting on her elbows her head pressed against the carpet. I couldn’t see her face past the matted and disheveled hair covering it but her back was arched and her butt was presented invitingly to her partner.

Nick straddled her from behind, plowing into her with great vigor the force of his thrusting pushing her forward with each move. He impaled her on his fat cock, pounding away relentlessly. His hands gripped her waist to hold her steady and the sinews on his arm stood out broadcasting how tightly he gripped Deb.

I could almost make out her muffled grunting through the closed pane of glass.

It was a violent scene I witnessed. There was a savagery about it. Nick didn’t just fuck my wife, he conquered her like an army in an all out rout. My eyes glazed over and I lost track of how long I stood in silent amazement of the tableau before me.

Finally, I could see Nick’s butt clenching and his face contorting announcing his impending orgasm. He shuddered and plunged himself even deeper into Deb, deeper than I thought was possible holding himself locked to her. She shook as he emptied himself into her depths. Deb, then raised her head to turn back to look at Nick. She had a dreamy countenance and looked at him lovingly but her face also showed her exhaustion due to his ministrations.

As she looked back at him I watched as she mouthed something to him. Nick had fallen forward wrapping his arms around Deb’s middle. He held her like that for a moment.

Then gingerly he moved his hips back disentangling himself from Deb. His impossibly long cock slowly issued from Deb’s ravaged lips, her pussy fat with arousal, his cock was slick with their combined juices. It looked as if it were some alien creature. Just as the head finally plopped out, it was followed by a thick, viscous flow of his cum the overflow draining out Deb’s cunt.

Deb quickly whipped around and desperately grabbed at him. She wasted no time in engulfing the softening monster in her mouth, licking the mixture off of Nick’s spent cock. For his part Nick arched back watching Deb go about her duties. Even more amazing was that he appeared to be getting aroused once more and his cock pulsed in time to his heartbeat as it began to take on life again. Slowly it reared up once more which only seemed to increase Deb’s excitement.

Now Deb leaned with her upper back against the couch and spread her legs lewdly presenting herself to Nick once more. She started to massage the folds of her cunt with both hands preparing it to be invaded again.

Something must have happened, the light must have changed with the sunset because Deb’s focus moved from Nick’s cock in the direction of the window I was at. As fast as her focus shifted, I moved myself out of her line of sight, I had seen enough and started to make my way back to my house.

I planned on packing a bag. I didn’t trust myself if I stayed.

It had been about fifteen minutes after I returned that I heard the front door open and close. I didn’t pay it any mind and continued to pack up some clothing and other things for a prolonged absence.

“So, you saw us.” Deb said.

She stood in the doorway, her hair still a mess, a drowsiness around her eyes. She did in fact look spent. She was dressed in those running clothes of hers and since they fit her like a second skin there was no mistaking the prominent camel toe and the wet stain in her crotch. Her nipples made no secret of their presence, standing up off her breast stiffly poking up against the material of her hoodie.

I didn’t reply.

“I’m glad you saw us, you know that.”

I turned to Deb glaring at her with more hatred in my heart at that moment than I had ever had for anyone in my life.

“I can only imagine how we looked to you, like two Gods coupling. Two perfect specimens locked in struggle.”

I turned and closed the distance between us in a dew steps, I pulled my hand back open to bring it across her face.

“Go ahead, hit me if it will make you feel better.” There was the weird grin again, the same smug grin on that bastard Nick’s face that had angered me so. “Hit me. I don’t care it was worth it. I’ve never been fucked like that ever in my life.”

I started to bring my hand forward, I started to complete the arc and then caught myself midway slapping my open palm against the door frame just beside her face.

“I’ll tell you something else... I’m going to fuck him again. You can’t even begin to understand the way that cock of his makes me feel. I’ve never felt so full, so close to bursting and when I come with him it’s like an explosion within me.”

I stood there trembling in anger. Deb didn’t move from the doorway, blocking my exit, leaning leisurely against the sill. Her face never changed in expression, it maintained a contented, sleepy eyes look and that grin! That grin I wanted so much to slap off her face was the biggest constant.

Wordlessly, Deb unzipped and pulled her hoodie up and off her body. She quickly dug her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and quickly shucked them down over her running shoes taking up her previous position when she was done.

She stood there now naked. The same dumb expression on her face, her arms loosely crossed in front of her, her hip cocked to one side. For the first time I noticed she was shaved, completely bare, the little patch of her she normally had above her vagina was gone. Her pussy puffed out obscenely, still glistening and wet. I could see some bruises along the insides of her thighs from where he must have grabbed her.

There was less than two feet between us. I stood there still in my own baggy sweatshirt and running pants from my earlier excursion, I hadn’t yet changed into street clothes.

Suddenly Deb just leaned forward and grabbed my crotch.

I was so shocked by her action, I was left dumbfounded, frozen not knowing how to react.

She tugged at my cock and to my amazement I started to get hard.

“Mmmmmm... there we go. That’s what I like, a nice hard dick to play with.”

She continued to pull on my cock and slowly dropped to her knees engulfing my stiff prick with her mouth. She licked the head gently, playing her tongue underneath the ridge of the head causing me to flinch. One hand built a steady rhythm as an accompaniment to her skillful playing of my cock, her free hand yanked at her hard nipples alternating back and forth between her large breasts.

She moaned around my cock. Any man will admit it is hard to refuse sex, we live for sex, our minds are occupied by it and as mad as I was at my wayward wife I couldn’t deny my attraction to her, to her aggressiveness in this moment. Up until today she had been the planet I orbited around and her betrayal while sent me hurtling out of that orbit it did nothing to diminish my attraction to that tight body of hers and those gloriously large breasts.

The way her tongue was tickling my sensitive glans hastened me along towards an orgasm. She gobbled my cock hungrily, desperately, violently. It was if she were a starving woman finally given a meal. Then abruptly she turned from her kneeling position trying to grab my hand in the process as she dropped her shoulders to the floor. Her slick, inflamed pussy presented itself at the bottom of her apple shaped ass.

“Fuck me, stick your cock in me now!”

I’d like to say I’m a man of principle but the only principle in my mind at the moment was achieving an orgasm. I crouched forward and lined my cock up with her smouldering hole. There was no gentility in matters as I felt the head line up between her lips and plunged fully into her. In the process I pushed the breath out of her and she gasped with surprise.

“That’s it! Feel how hot I am! Feel how wet I am! That’s not just me either! Now fuck me! I want to come!”

And fuck her I did. As forcefully as Nick had earlier, I plunged into her with a relentless rhythm our bodies loudly slapping against each other with every downward stroke. She met my force with force of her own, pushing herself back against me matching my intensity. We had never been intimate like this before, attacking each other on such a primal level. A big part of it was my anger at her, my anger at her dishonesty, at her lack of respect for me and for our vows.

I just wanted to fuck the Nick out of her that was the only way to describe how I felt at that moment. To be better than him, to take her so completely that there would be no room left for this other person.

I don’t know how long we went, I was so caught up in it but finally I could feel the heat in our bodies growing heralding climax. She started to tense around me as she came, it flowed out of her, she grunted with each thrust, the grunts ending in moans. Her getting off bought me the rest of the way and I felt myself tensing up and the it happened and like a hot bullet I started to shoot inside of her. Once, twice, several times more and each time her body shuddered when she received my seed.

As we came down, I fell back onto my haunches, throwing my arm behind me to catch myself from falling over. Deb just flattened out against the bedroom floor. Her legs spread out, her pussy gaping with a steady mixture of come and pussy juice draining and falling onto the carpet below.

It was silent. I didn’t say anything and neither did Deb. We just lay there recovering until finally Deb started to stir. As she got up she walked towards the closet.

“I’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight. I’ve got to get up early tomorrow for the race.”

I didn’t respond, I just went back to packing my things.

I slept fitfully that night, alone in our bed. We moved around each other like ghosts the next morning neither one of us saying anything to the other.

Deb, went about making preparations for the race. Originally, I had planned on being there with her, going to support her but after the events of the last 24 hours, I wasn’t sure what to do.

I was ready to leave, that much was certain. While I had succumbed to Deb offering up her body to me, I realized later that I had in fact, in my lust, partaken of sloppy seconds as it were. The more I thought about that, the angrier I got.

The sex had been fulfilling to say the least. We had never gone at each other like that ever before but there was an undercurrent that had never been there before too.

I wanted badly to forget everything that had happened. I solidly wished I hadn’t seen what I had seen or found Deb and Nick with each other. I wanted my life back. I wanted my wife back. I wanted things to be the way they were.

I’d be lying to if I didn’t say I was trying to figure out what to do to Nick. I wanted to do something to him, something violent, something final. The upshot though was I was smart enough to know that following through on that impulse would only land me in jail and then again, Deb had a part in this. Yes, Nick tempted her but Deb gave in to the temptation.

I had been in the shower and out, Deb was in the shower and  I had removed myself from the bedroom, steering clear of her as I had done for much of the morning. While I was sitting on the couch pretending to read the Sunday paper I heard the shower shut off. A few short moments later, Deb came down from the upstairs landing with nothing more than a towel wrapped around her wet hair.

I couldn’t help but look at my wife’s incredible body. The running had transformed her body, every muscle in those long legs clearly defined even while walking, the flat hard tummy flowed down into the soft swell of her  bare pubis beneath which the full pouty lips of her pussy made themselves very known, her pendulous breasts slightly jiggling with each step rested atop the lattice of her rib cage. Even her arms were tighter now and she paraded in front of me, tempting me, flaunting her incredible physique, holding it out to me. I so wanted just to throw her down on the floor and fuck her again in the savage way we had fucked the night before.

She came out of the kitchen with two water bottles and then without a word walked back up to the master bedroom. For my part I tried to play the game of pretending I was totally enrapt in my paper but I’m sure she knew I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

A few minutes later I heard a horn honk from out in the street in front of the house. Deb came bounding down the stairs. She had a bag slung over her shoulder but what my attention was focused on, was how she was dressed. Her outfit for the race was a form fitting piece of material that left nothing about her body to the imagination. Made of some cotton spandex kind of material, it was a flat grey with white stripes along the sides from the legs to the armpit. It had a halter top and you could see Deb’s beautiful back. The legs of the outfit came only to mid calf  and I could very clearly see that the seamed crotch managed to divide the very full lips of her pussy leaving her a very obvious cameltoe. The top must have been reinforced like a sports bra to hold her in place while she ran, I could still see the raised area of her aureoles and the bumps of her erect nipples.

She stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face me. Her arms were bent at the elbow with her hands in a fist resting on her sides. She struck a pose of total defiance.

“That will be my ride... Nick. What are you going to do? Are you going to come and support me at the race or are you going to sulk? I’d like it if you came? I love you and I want you there. Nothing that has happened over the last 24 hours has changed any of that. What has happened is nothing more than about being an animal and if you are smart about it, you’ll let me work through this.”

I was all I could do to quell my anger. I know I felt the blood rush to my ears at that moment and it seemed for a second as if I had gone deaf. I wanted to get up and close the space between us and shake her until I shook this whole insanity out of her. I’ll tell the truth, I wanted to strike her, slap her. I’m not a violent man but my limits were sorely being tested. I momentarily wondered how my ‘darling’ wife would feel if our roles had been reversed and it was me fucking some tight young goddess.

Ah, but there was the rub. The truth of the matter was Deb WAS a tight young goddess. She was a ‘9’ before and now with all her hard work she was unquestionably a ‘10’ plus.

“I’m really not sure what I’m going to do at the moment but, I can tell you this, if you’re smart you won’t push me,” I very quietly responded.

My voice was just above a whisper but loud enough for Deb to hear me. I looked up over the paper that I still had spread out in front of me and I know in that moment my gaze held all of my anger and hatred. Deb caught my gaze and she blanched as if struck. It took something of the wind out of her sails but after the brief lapse she caught herself and resumed her challenging stance.

“Fine then! Suit yourself!”

And she quickly turned on her heel and left the house slamming the door loudly as she went.

I jumped up to look out the front window in time to see Deb just getting into Nick’s car.

There was a split second that passed like an eternity and in that instant I made the decision to run out to the car and follow them. I got in, started the car up and quickly pulled out into traffic. It wasn’t much of a head start but I still had to figure out which route they had taken. At the end of our block I turned right and I could just see my jerk of a neighbor’s car up the street where the street went over a rise.

I gunned the engine and drive like a banshee trying to close the distance between us.

It wasn’t hard to catch up enough to make following them that much easier. The race site was only a few miles away and I fell into staying a few car lengths behind them.

We hadn’t gone all that far when I was surprised to see the directional on Nick’s car come on and he made a turn into a strip mall. It was only four or five stores and none of them appeared open so I was caught off guard. As a result I continued to drive on deciding to hang a U-turn and double back so as not to be obvious about following them.

After I had and as I closed on the strip mall’s parking lot, Nick’s car was nowhere to be seen. On a hunch, I pulled into the lot and pointed my car over to one side of the building between a fence and the building itself where there were some dumpsters.

I got out and walked along towards the back of the building.

Sure enough, as I peered around the corner, there was Nick’s car. Half in shadow, half in sunlight in the stillness of an early Sunday Nick sat on the edge of the hood of his car. His pants were around his ankles and there in front of him was Deb on her knees hungrily slurping his slab of meat.

The very loud smacking and slurping sounds were quite audible in the quiet even the 30 or so feet away from them where I stood. Between inhales of Nick’s prick, Deb marveled at my neighbor’s weapon.

“You know Nick, I just can’t get enough of this thing!”

Nick grunted in response thrusting himself slightly forward off the edge of the hood and deeper into Deb’s mouth.

Deb coughed around Nick, “Ooofff, this fucking cock of yours is so delectable. I just want it in my mouth or in my pussy all day long.”

Deb’s running outfit had been pulled in from the sides exposing her huge juggs. They bounced in rhythm with her attentions on Nick’s organ. Nick leaned forward and began to palm and kneed Deb’s fleshy tits.

Nick moved further and gripped Deb’s shoulder gently urging her off her knees.

“Hop up, ” he said.

Nick maneuvered Deb so that she was leaning over the hood. He reached over her and pulled her top out and over her head, negotiating it past her hair and was able to pull it down Deb’s body. He pulled it all the way down past her knees so she was naked for all intents and purposes, her outfit was draped between her calves and her running shoes.

He then pushed her down so her breasts flattened out against his hood and with his leg nudged Deb’s legs open. With one hand pressing down on the middle of Deb’s back, Nick took his free hand and grasped the fat meaty tube of his flesh bringing the head up into the join between Deb’s legs. From where I stood I couldn’t see everything but he seemed to rub himself against her a few times before he gently pushed forward.

Deb turned her head on the hood so she was facing in the general direction of where I was hiding. Her eyes were glazed over and as Nick leaned into her, her lips pursed as he pushed deeper inside.

A low guttural moan issued from Deb then, building the further Nick pushed forward.

“Uuuunnnhhh... uuuunnggghhhh... uunnngghhhh... UNGH! UNGH! OOOOoooo!”

Nick picked up the pace, savagely plunging into Deb who for her part arched her back pushing her ass back into Nick.

“Nnnnggghhhh, fuck me! FUCK ME HARDER!”

I started to worry someone was going to call the police on them.

Nick just took the encouragement to heart and doubled his pace, their bodies slapped together loudly as I could see the muscles in Deb’s arms and legs tighten up. Nick pounded away and from his efforts I could tell that Deb had about four of five orgasms. Each time she would start with a low moan that would grow in intensity, “uuuuuuuuu... oooooooo... OOOOOOOOOOOOO! OOOO! OOOO! OOOO!”

Deb’s orgasms would be so intense that she would end almost whimpering with the air coming out of her in short gasps and her shuddering trying to move away from Nick but he would have none of that, he would only grip her tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh, Nick pulling Deb back down on his cock.

“SHOVE THAT COCK IN ME! FUCK ME! MAKE ME SCREAM YOU DIRTY FUCKER!” Deb grunted.

If it was possible, Nick redoubled his efforts to the point he had Deb’s ass raised up and her feet were almost off the ground. She braced her hands against the hood of the car and started to push back violently on Nick’s fat cock by moving only her hips quickly back and forth. Deb took control in that moment and while Nick stood there with his torso thrust forward at the middle, Deb started to quickly slam herself down on his cock by moving her hips quickly in a circular motion.

As the staccato of their bodies slapping together increased, I could feel a wave of nausea swell up within me. In the quiet of a Sunday morning the sound of their bodies slapping together was far too loud and then slowly Deb began to grunt with each downward stroke of her hips.

“Push... that... big... fuckin’... piece... of... meat... in... me...”

Nick started to pant, if anything it seemed as if she was out matching him.

“Can you feel it? Can you feel me squeezing you? FUCK ME!”

Nick’s body seemed to shudder.

“YES! Shoot your load in me you dirty fucker!”

Deb continued rotating her hips, slamming against Nick until he staggered back almost falling over. As he did his softening cock drew out of Deb and it dropped down dripping with their combined juices.

Deb pushed herself up off the hood of Nick’s car. She didn’t look at all tired in any way, if anything she was bursting with energy it appeared. She had a smug and satisfied grin as if she had won the battle of wills between the two of them.

She leaned against the car bow legged, her one piece draped between her calves as she reached with one hand down to her very red and puckered pussy and dipped two finger in moving them around, bringing them out and up to her mouth where she enthusiastically licked them clean.

“Ah, I love the taste of well-fucked pussy in the morning... tastes like... VICTORY!”

Deb shuddered as she said that and then wrapped her arms around herself using the opportunity to squeeze her pendulous breasts. Her body was coated with a sheen of sweat, glistening in the quiet morning sunlight.

Nick for his part drew his arm across his forehead. He look disheveled and spent. His shoulders slouched indicating his exhaustion.

“Nick, could you get my bag from the car?”

Nick weakly poked around the front seat coming out with Deb’s back and placing it next to her on the hood. Deb reached in and dug around until she came out with what she had been looking for. She started to pull her running outfit up as she placed the sanitary pad against her crotch and pulled her outfit up past her waist.

“Get you pants up, we have to get going so I can sign in. I don’t want to be late.”

Deb pulled her outfit up and over her head adjusting her breasts into the bra lining the top. She reached again into her bag and started brushing out her hair.

Nick gingerly pulled up his trousers and walked around the car. Deb pulled out a small compact and fixed her face.

It was amazing really, my formally sedate wife had managed to fuck herself silly with two different men over the last two days but here she was acting as if nothing at all had occurred and prepping to run a race. She tugged at the sides of her outfit making sure her running stripes were straight and then dumped her brush and compact back into her bag and got in the car.

I dashed back to the front of the strip mall. I knew where they were headed so there was little need at this point to follow them further as time was getting tight and Deb would brook no delays as she was determined apparently to make the race.

As I drove over to a large park on the east side of the town we live in, my mind was a jumble. On the one hand, I desperately wanted to figure out a way to beat the living hell out of our neighbor and be able to get away with it. My marriage for all intents and purposes was over, whatever bond of trust I had with my wife was gone and without it there wasn’t much point to staying married. Still, there was no denying I was still attracted to my wife, her running had made her into a goddess. She was eminently fuckable and I doubted I’d get another shot at a piece of ass as good looking as my wife but there it was... she was a piece of ass now.

I’d had friends go down this road of divorce and it was never a pretty thing. I didn’t want to stay married to a cheating slut but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t like fucking a cheating slut. It was the age old combat of the big head versus the little head playing itself out.

I had to be smart about this but I felt like I was in a Chinese puzzle and the problem was figuring out a solution.

As I pulled up to the park, it was obvious that there was quite a turn out as evidenced by how packed the parking lot was. I swung the car into the first open space and started walking towards the area set aside for the start of the race.

I was a zombie though. I couldn’t tell you the exact route through the park that I took to get to the starting line, I just wound up there in a mass of people either there to run or to support loved ones, friends and family that were running. There was quite the crowd.

It was easy to be missed among all those people and across the way I could see Deb walking down towards the registration area with Nick lagging behind her.

She looked so put together it was hard to imagine only a little while ago she had been savaged behind a strip mall by our neighbors cock. I was so focused on watching her discreetly from among the mass of people that I didn’t notice the person in my path until it was too late.

Our bodies suddenly impacted and the next second I found myself flat on my ass looking across at a somewhat familiar face.

“John? John?! Is that you?”

I rubbed my shoulder where it had impacted into the form sitting across from me.

“Greta?”

“John, it is you!”

Suddenly she leaped up, reached down and grabbed my hand helping me to my feet. Before I had much of a chance to apologize, she wrapped her arms around me in a bear hug.

“John! It’s so great to see you! How have you been?”

Some background is in order...

Greta was someone who I had gone out on a few dates back in college. We both came from the same town and knew of each other but ran in different circles. Our dates which had been fun never really went anywhere and we had only gone out a few times when I had met Deb after which I focused on my future wife.

“So John, if you’re running today, you’re not dressed for it!”

“Yeah... I’m just here to...” At that moment I didn’t know why I was there.

“Well, look... I really want to get a chance to catch up with you but I have to register and everything.”

“So you’re running?”

As the words left my lips I realized how stupid they sounded. Now, I took a good look at Greta taking in how she looked in all her glory. Greta wasn’t tall at all maybe just a shade over 5’2” but what she lacked in height God had made up in a healthy chest. She was a petite girl and she was blonde and I could see she had let her hair grow out. It was tied back in an incredible braid that ran almost down to her butt.

“Here! Take my number!” And Greta pulled my hand out reached into a shoulder bag grabbing a marker and wrote down her number.

“I’m here with friends but I do want to catch up!” she said.

And she was off.

to be continued...

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Pole Position (Part 1)

“Honey, Nick has a really big cock.”

I was lying in the living room on the couch. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was watching the ball game  somewhat half listening to the statement my wife had just made.

“What was that?” I replied.

My wife stood in the doorway to the kitchen. She had been inside cleaning up a little and finishing up some breakfast dishes.

“I said Nick has a big cock. Really... really big.”

It was one of those moments where you should be able to do a spit take. My eyes opened wide and I half turned to face my wife in the doorway.

“What! What did you say? Nick has a big cock?”

Deb and I had been married for almost six years now, I was a few years older than her at 32 and Deb was in her late 20’s (27).

To say that I had lucked out was an understatement.

Deb is the prize, the kind of girl who turns guy’s heads because she had has this innocent, girl next door quality which is so appealing. Deb is 5’ 7”. Really leggy, she has skinny hips and a flat tummy. She spent years studying dance (ballet) up into her teens when she gave it up because she grew breasts. And what incredible breasts they are, Deb’s assets are a full D cup capped off with the most delectable nipples that puff up and stand off the breast itself. I loved watching them puff up and her nipples draw out into hard nubs when she got aroused.

So here was my prize telling me about some other guy’s cock!

“Yes... yes John, Nick has a really huge cock.”

After my initial shock of the subject matter of the discussion passed and I had calmed down a little, I turned back to my ball game.

“And how is it you come by such a personal piece of information if I may ask.”

“I saw it the other day when I was running.”

Deb is obsessed with fitness. Like many of us she works in an office all day and as a result finds herself sitting for prolonged periods of time. When after the first year on her current job she started to go up a dress size, she became preoccupied about doing everything in her power to win the battle of the bulge.

Here is where we differ because as I stated earlier, Deb really is quite spectacular and the added weight was not noticeable but then she’s the one looking in the mirror with the hyper critical eye.

“So, what? Nick was running through the neighborhood naked? What? He was streaking?”

“No, he was at the reservoir doing laps but his shorts were a bit shorter than they probably should have been.”

Thinking Nick had been wearing something akin to cager’s shorts from the 70s, I replied, “Well honey just because Nick wears a pair of short shorts doesn’t mean he has a really big cock. Probably more along the lines he’s a bit of a pervert and an exhibitionist.”

“No dear, you’ve got the wrong idea. He was wearing shorts that came down to just above his knee and his thing was just peaking out of one of the legs.”

“Deb, that’s impossible.” I said. “First off, the guy can’t be more than 5’ 8” and the proportions would just be way off.”

Nick our neighbor from a couple of houses down the street seemed to be a nice enough guy. He was approaching 40 and lived by himself. He had been married and even had a sizeable family having had four kids with his wife but they had problems and she wound up suing for divorce. She was from out of state and decided after things were final that she wanted to be around her family so she packed up the kids and moved back to the town her parents lived in.

Nick meanwhile stayed in the house.

I wasn’t sure why he stayed. I didn’t talk to the guy much, he was friendly enough as a neighbor and would wave when passing our house or when we were passing his but, since we didn’t have kids yet we didn’t move in the same circles. One of the neighbors had intonated Nick stayed in the house because he wanted there to be some consistency for his kids on the rare occasions he had them with him. They would have their old rooms and still be able to keep a connection to the friend’s they made before the divorce.

In the meantime, Nick had kept to himself for the most part. He’ d be out in the yard to do maintenance and yard work but the guy worked and I had to imagine he had a big monthly nut between the house and whatever settlement he had to fork over to the ex-wife. The only time he seemed to break schedule was when he would go running at the reservoir which was at one end of the neighborhood and a popular destination for many local joggers.

Nick wasn’t an Adonis in any way. As a matter of fact if anything, he was more unremarkable than anything else. He was average height, a bit on the lean side and like Deb he had brown hair. I mean nothing about the guy screamed ladies’ man in any way.

I was silent for a moment while I ran all this over in my mind in light of what Deb had said.

“John, the proportions looked pretty good from where I was standing. Not that he was showing off or anything either. I don’t even think he noticed me staring.”

“Staring? You were STARING at his crotch?!?”

“No I wasn’t staring at his crotch! At least not at first. I thought something was wrong and then for a second I though he might have a heart monitor or something strapped to his leg. I couldn’t figure out what I was seeing which made me all the more curious until I realized it was the head of his cock.”

Hearing the word cock even pass over Debs lips was odd. The harshness of  the consonants combined with the topic were something I found unusual issuing from my genteel wife but maybe that should have given me a hint of what was to come. As it was, I looked back at the ball game.

“So, are you going to make a habit of looking at strange men’s crotches from now on?”

Deb turned back to the kitchen sensing my loss of interest, under her breath she responded... “Maybe. Just maybe I will.”


* * * * *


It really was nothing more than a blip in the weekend to me. When Monday rolled around, I had pushed the whole exchange from my mind. Deb didn’t bring up the subject again either. After a few weeks had passed I had totally forgotten all about it.

Now, as I said, Deb really was a prize but up until the time we met she had for the most part led a fairly sheltered life. While she was very popular in school the fact was she grew up in quite a small town and her parents were very, very strict with her. Even when she left to go to college, a lot of that restrictive upbringing stuck. She didn’t date much in college as her parents had sacrificed to send her off to a good school and she felt compelled to reward their faith in her by giving her studies her complete attention.

Deb is a smart cookie. She graduated in three years with a degree in Business and a minor in Anthropology. She’s smart and a hard worker. In a way we are total opposites as I’m much more laid back. So, given our differences in personality I was a bit surprised when I asked her out, she accepted and then it appeared our relationship had legs.

While I might be laid back, I’m no fool either so after a year, I proposed and shortly after that we were married but, the truth was Deb really hadn’t dated a lot. While she was happy with our sex life, I knew for a fact that her sexual experiences prior to us getting married had been limited and not entirely good. They involved some back seat groping as a teenager and then a handful of failed relationships as a co-ed. Overall the way Deb described her prior dalliances was as leaving her unfulfilled.

I’m no God of love when it comes to the bedroom but I hold my own and believe in making my partner happy. In the four years of our marriage, we had experimented with a variety of things to keep our bedroom life from becoming stale. So, that was another reason I didn’t put much thought into Deb’s comment about Nick that one weekend but it would haunt me later.

Deb is a creature of routine, very much an “A” type personality so, she is up early each day and starts her day with a run. As the calendar runs towards fall and winter, this means she will often be up before dawn, out of bed and out running before I’ve even roused from a night’s sleep. Many times I’ll wake up after she’s returned, once she’s put some coffee on and started her shower.

Over the weeks that followed that routine was kept to. Occasionally there was a day or two where Deb returned a bit later than usual from her run, but I didn’t give it much thought imagining she had either prolonged her run or just gotten up a little later.

One other thing I noticed too over the ensuing weeks is that Deb was getting (for lack of a better word) “friskier” than she was normally. Especially in the mornings after her runs. I found myself the beneficiary on a few occasions of this improvement in her mood by being awoken with a warm mouth wrapped around me urging me on towards a wake up orgasm - a wake up blow job! Truly a gift from the gods.

Two or three months later, there was one morning where I awoke and Deb was nowhere to be found. As it got later, I started to get a bit worried. I hopped into the shower to get myself ready for the day but through my morning ritual I found myself increasingly worried about Deb’s absence fearing the worst and deciding if she didn’t return soon, I’d call in to work and go find her. I had visions of her lying somewhere hurt, something wrong with those luscious long legs accidently injured during her run. A twisted ankle, a pulled tendon, something that would mean she needed me to help her home. Worse still something violent, some malevolent stalker or lurker who had taken advantage of the quiet of the pre dawn to attack some lone female runner.

Just as I finished dressing, Deb sauntered in totally nonplussed.

“WHERE WERE YOU! I was starting to get very, very worried!”

Deb just looked at me in shock. Somewhat sheepishly she responded, “Oh, John... I’m so sorry dear.”

She closed the space between us seeing the alarm and concern in my eyes and wrapped her arms around me.

“I just lost track of time,” she continued. “I don’t know what it is sometimes when I run, maybe the endorphins kick in but I didn’t even think you’d be worried.”

She kissed me.

“Ughhh... sweetheart you have some horrid morning breath,” I said.

“John, I’m sorry. I really need to get cleaned up”

And she did have bad breath. She was extremely sweaty too and slightly rank after the run. She had an almost musky smell about her.

“Well, I’m off. Have a good day sweetheart,” I said as I walked out the door.

“I’m sorry for losing track of time John. Have a great day!” And with that I went out the door as Deb shed her running garb and headed to the bathroom. I took one quick glance back as I was leaving and thought I caught something odd. Was that a red mark on her bottom?



* * * * *



I had a doctor’s appointment for a physical a few weeks after that. My doctor was quite clear in his assessment. I could make a choice, I could get up off the couch or I had a future of high blood pressure and high cholesterol. It wasn’t overly serious but he made it plain that now that I was in my thirties and had started to put on weight, it would be wise to nip the problem in the bud. Lose the extra fifteen or twenty pounds I had effortless gained over the last few years and take steps to lead a healthy lifestyle.

When I talked to Deb about it she was concerned. She started pestering me to take the doctor’s advice to heart and get off my ass.

So, I decided it would probably be a good idea to start running – if only to get Deb to ease up on the nagging.

I’m not much of a morning person, so I would mostly run at night. Whether I had dinner or not I would make a point of getting out and at least walking and jogging for a period in the evening. On those rare occasions when I was truly motivated I got up and made my way out to the reservoir before work to get in a lap or two.

Deb was much more serious about the running thing than I was and she ran a much greater distance than I so if I did go out for a run in the morning it would be well after she had left and towards the end of her run.

Of course Deb’s obsession with running over the last few months had really made a great impact on her. While she had strong legs from her dance studies, they now started getting much more defined and that roundness she had was gone, she now had a flat tummy with very pronounced abs. Of course this was still capped off by those gorgeous tits of hers - yes, she had almost become a titsicle (a stick with tits).

Again, I wasn’t complaining though because she had also become voracious. Her energy level was way up and so was the frequency of sex. After running in the morning became one of her favorite times to initiate sex and she seemed to be well aroused after her runs. Truthfully, I liked it to. She was sweaty and super wet and it was intoxicating,

If I hadn’t gotten out to the track I’d awake and she would be on top of me grabbing my morning wood directing it to a very wet pussy. As Deb continued her running regimen she began to make noise about entering a half marathon. She was regularly running about 6 miles a day and her competitive streak began to show. I kept to the evenings for my running except I would try to join Deb on weekends. On those occasions Deb would take great delight in lapping me around the reservoir. There was no doubt that she could run faster and further than my loping pace.

The running now was really beginning to show, Deb’s body was lithe, muscular and well defined. When Deb had started running, she was likely to wear a baggy oversize t-shirt and loose fitting shorts but a month or two in Deb went out and purchased some proper running attire. Accompanied by the changes in her physique, this had the effect of being pornographic.

Most days Deb’s outfit would consist of very tight black lycra (or spandex) pants that she would wear very low slung on her hips. They fit her like a glove and every inch and fold of her skin was apparent to even the most casual glance. If it was chilly, she would wear some kind of snug purple top that had a hoodie on it but as the weather got more temperate, she would just wear a hot pink halfsie that doubled as a sports bra which though it provided support, did nothing to hide Deb’s rather meaty nipples.

I can only imagine what the neighbors thought of it seeing her dash through the streets practically naked in the pre dawn hours of the morning.

Deb decided to enter a half marathon. This required her to follow a strict running program to prepare for the race. I was very impressed with Deb’s dedication and wanted to show support whatever way I could. One way was to try and get out there with her in the morning to give her some company on those morning runs. I didn’t tell her I was going to do this though and waited until the morning I decided to start accompanying to surprise her. I heard her leave and rapidly started to get prepped myself to get out there on the track. Deb had been gone not more than ten minutes when I left the house and made my way to the reservoir. I started running figuring she would lap me as she normally did when we ran together on the weekends and as things turned out just as I got to the track I could see Deb unmistakably up ahead of my a bit of ways but much to my surprise she wasn’t alone.

The two figures quickly outdistanced me and I was left with a jumble of my own thoughts.

Deb had never before mentioned a running partner? Then again, it might simply have been the fact of her having gotten out to the path today, finding someone else already here and welcoming the company. Most likely the simplest excuse was the correct one. So, I continued my lap.

I had finished one circuit and was halfway through the next when I heard a male voice call out, “Coming through!” As I edged of to the side of the trail Deb and her running partner dashed by. There was a delayed response as it registered to Deb I had made it out to the track this morning and they slowed and stopped to let me catch up.

“John? What are you doing out here so early?”

I stopped and there was Deb with our neighbor Nick. Nick didn’t seem the least bit alarmed by my presence and greeted me.

“Hey John.”

“Yeah honey. I know you are getting ready for this half marathon and I wanted to show my support by coming out and keeping you company on your run,” I said.

Deb relied, “Oh, John... that‘s so sweet!”

“I just didn’t know you already had someone running with you today or I would have waited until a day when you were alone.”

“Oh, Nick has been running with me for awhile now. As a matter of fact he’s was the one encouraging me to enter the half marathon. He’s been a big help in my training.”

“Really?!” I’m sure en eyebrow raised when I heard that.

“I have to tell you John, Deb’s really hard. I mean she’s got amazing stamina. A lot of mornings I simply have trouble myself keeping up with her,” Nick added.

I looked over at Nick and took note of his running attire which consisted of running shoes, a somewhat loose fitting sweatshirt and a pair of bicycle pants. Like Deb’s running clothes the big pants molded themselves to Nick’s lower body and you could see overall he had a true runner’s physique, wiry and lean, tautly muscled. The thing that stood out, and that was truly the best way to describe it, was what looked like the inside of a paper towel roll running down the inside of his left leg. The pants were so tight you could see the ridge of the head of Nick’s formidable junk.

I bought my eyes back up after catching myself and not wanting to get caught staring but it was too late. As I met Nick’s eyes the corners of his mouth crept up in a knowing smirk.

“So John, are you going to join us? I have to caution you, Deb’s makes it difficult to keep pace...”

They were quite the pair at that moment, my wife the stick with tits, and this short mutant with an elephant’s trunk running down his thigh. Both of them standing there nude but for the thin spandex covering them.

“Honey? Are you going to keep pace?” Deb asked. “If you can’t keep up while I really would like it if you joined us, I am training for the race and I need to stay on my program.”

“No, that’s alright you just go ahead, ”I reluctantly replied. “I’ll just get my work in, you two keep to whatever schedule you’ve established and I’ll walk back to the house with you after you’re through.”

And with that they were off.

It left me with quite a bit to think about. Neither one seemed at all alarmed that I had shown up at the track that morning. If something had been going on between them I would have expected at least a bit of nervousness but as far as I could tell there was none. Still, it concerned me that Deb had never mentioned running with Nick before now and I was bothered even more by Nick’s showing off. Deb was a loyal wife but if they had been working out together for awhile, it meant that she was getting a daily dose, up close and personal of what Nick was carrying around between his legs and I was reasonably alarmed her curiosity might get the better of her.

They lapped me three more times that morning and while I was finishing my last lap they were already done. As I came up on the part of the track that is near the house, I could see in the morning light that Deb was laying down on a blanket on her side as Nick pushed her thighs stretching her out after the run. Deb had one leg bent at the knee and was twisted as Nick pushed down on it. He was straddling on leg that was lying straight and in that position his crotch was pushed up against the back of Deb‘s thigh. There was no doubt he was pressing himself against the back of her thigh!

Deb turned to face my way as Nick did the other leg and in the most casual way asked, “So dear, how was your run this morning.”

“Fine, fine...” My voice trailed off. She acted like nothing was happened even though there was a tube of man meat pressed up against her. They must have finished their stretching because after that Deb bounded up and placed a peck on Nick’s cheek.

“Thanks, for all your help!” Turning to me, “So, you ready to go.”

“Sure.”

The walk back to the house was quiet. My mind was racing with questions I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to. How long had the two of them been running together was first and foremost. I don’t know if Deb sensed it or if she was put off by my demeanor.

“Is anything wrong John?”

“No, I just was surprised to find you running with Nick is all.”

“It’s really not a big deal John,” she replied. “Actually it just kind of happened. We found ourselves running at the same time each morning and it seemed ridiculous for me to ignore him. Plus I enjoyed the company. Nick‘s a very sweet man and he’s still trying to come to grips with the divorce. I feel a bit sorry for him actually. He’s all by himself in that big house and he works so much to keep everything going. It’s not really much of a life and he doesn’t have many friends.”

“Besides,” she added, “He really has wound up helping me quite a bit with my training. Did you know he used race in college?”

No, I thought. How would I know that? I hardly knew my neighbor at all truthfully outside of the normal neighborhood gossip. When did this guy and my wife suddenly develop such a close friendship, to say it alarmed me would be an understatement.

“No, I didn’t know that. I don’t know him at all. I’m surprised you know him this well.” I said.

“Well, the two of you should be friends you have a lot of common interests.”



* * * * *



I started making it a habit to run in the mornings after that. As things turned out, Deb trained with Nick three days a week. When I did join them there was nothing suspicious or untoward between either of them. They genuinely liked running and enjoyed each other’s company on those runs. More often than not when I did join them, when I could keep up I would only be party to Nick pouring his heart out about his failed marriage and asking Deb for a woman’s perspective on what he had done wrong or if he had failed somehow. It was like watching a bad soap opera and since their interaction appeared so innocuous, I decided I could leave them to their runs together those days and I would join Deb on the days she didn’t run with Nick.

Nick did teach me how to stretch Deb after her runs which was something Deb and I both appreciated. Her for having someone be able to stretch her on days she didn’t run with Nick and me for being able to help her prep for the race.

The guy seemed like a nice guy to be sure but you couldn’t help but be intimidated by that monster he was lugging around in his pants. Especially since it was on such display during those morning runs, you couldn’t escape it.

A week or two before the race, Deb and I were returning from one of her no-Nick days and we struck up a conversation about her absent friend.

“You know Deb, I don’t see why Nick is so broken up about his marriage. He’s been divorced for how long now?”

“I think it’s about a year and a half, maybe a little more.”

“Well, why hasn’t he moved on then? He seems like a decent enough guy. Why doesn’t he date?”

“Well John, there’s the problem.” Deb responded. “Nick says his wife was a very special woman. She was very rare as he describes it.”

“Rare in what way?”

“Nick has a problem.”

“What problem, Deb?”

“You haven’t noticed? Really! I’d think you couldn’t miss it!” Deb suddenly got animated. “His wife was one of the few woman Nick had run across who could keep up with him. He has said on more than one occasion, she was one of the few women he ever dated or was with who could take him comfortably. Nick has very big equipment and he says there are very few women who want to be with a man that large. He says it took him a long time to find a woman who wasn’t intimidated by his size.”

“You talked to him about this?!”

“Don’t be threatened and don’t make such a big deal out of nothing. Nick says that’s why he has so few friends too because most of his guy friends are too intimidated by his size and they’re afraid of him because of it.”

“Where do you get this?” I was amazed.

“Nick is very frank about it. He was devastated when his wife left him. He has huge appetites and that’s one of the reasons he started running again. He’s been trying to replace her by staying active and running a lot. The whole experience though has put him off and it’s just so sad because he is such a very sweet man.”

“I am simply dumbfounded you have been discussing our neighbor’s sex life or lack thereof with him.”

“John, it’s not like I couldn’t notice. Nick stretches me and I’ve stretched him after our runs. It’s funny, sometimes he ‘peeks’ out at me because he gets all twisted and I have to straighten him out.”

“WHAT?!?!”

“Oh, stop that. I’m just stretching him and sometimes he’ll start to get excited a little because he’s been without female company for a long time. When it happens I just tell him to put it away.”

“So you’ve SEEN IT?”

“This is absolutely ridiculous, I don’t want to continue with this conversation and I don’t like your tone! You sound like you don’t trust me and it’s getting me very upset. You’ve been so understanding and so helpful lately. I’ve been so happy with you and now you’re ruining it!”

“I’M RUINING IT?! YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU PLAYED WITH THE NEIGHBOR’S COCK!”

“John, I did no such thing! If you keep this up we’re going to have a big fight and I’m not going to be happy with you. You’re making this all out into something it’s not.”

“I’M YOUR HUSBAND! I HAVE A RIGHT TO BE UPSET!”

“FINE! I CAN SHOUT TOO! That’s it, I’m done talking about this or discussing it with you. I’m a week away from the race and now you’re upsetting me. I’ve got to focus on keeping my training going and you’re attacking the one person who has helped me the most! If you can’t keep a civil tongue in your head and your nasty thoughts to yourself I don’t want you around me when I run. I don’t want your negative attitude to ruin this. From now on when I run in the morning I don’t want you with me, do you understand!”

I was silent. I was very, very mad but like many men will tell you woman have this way of twisting things around so even if you’re right you’re wrong. At least that’s what Deb did in this instance. If the situation was reversed and I was touching some woman’s body I’m sure Deb wouldn’t at all be happy with me but there was no winning at this point.

We walked the rest of the way back to the house in silence. It was like a wall descended between us and for the next several days the chill remained. I got the silent treatment for two days after that and at the one point where I made to go out and join Deb for her run, she turned and said, “What part of I don’t want you around me when I run did you not understand?!” Stay home!”



* * * * *



I didn’t like it but I didn’t want things to escalate any further. After the silent treatment let up I got nothing but curt one or two word responses for the next several days. This was serious. I couldn’t remember Deb ever being this upset with me at any point during our marriage and I was at a loss how to fix things. Thing was, she wasn’t giving me much of an opportunity to fix things either.

I know Deb was still running with Nick because I could see them returning from the track together when I looked out the window for here at the normal time she returned. I could see them walking slowly back those mornings and it crushed me because I could see Deb smiling and laughing too. It killed me, she was so mad at me but now had found this other person to have fun with.

The day before the race, Deb went out again for her normal morning routine. Since the race was on a Sunday, it was a Saturday, one of the normal days where I would join Deb but since the curtain of silence had descended I hadn’t spent one moment around her while she was at the track. She got up, got her running gear on and left the house. I went to one of the front windows and watched that shapely ass of hers as she walked up the street and saw as our neighbor came out of his house and made his way down to join her.

I was really beginning to hate that little fuck.

I started to go back thinking to make my morning coffee when I caught something odd. They stopped in the street Deb and Nick, standing there talking for awhile. It wasn’t animated or anything, they just stood there for some time instead of making their way up to the reservoir as they would normally.

I paused and watched them.

After a few minutes, Nick nodded over his shoulder and I saw them turn back and walk up the front path to Nick‘s house. They went in and alarm bells started going off in my head.

I was in a quandary, I had to be very, very careful about this. If I made any kind of accusation, I’d be even deeper in the doghouse. But why did they go back to Nick’s house? I waited a few more minutes and then decided to go check things out for myself. Since it was still very early, there was that morning darkness that precedes dawn, not quite night but not daylight either. I figured to cut across a few of the backyards between our house and Nick’s house to find if I could see anything from his yard.

Fortunately none of the neighbors in between had any dogs they kept out in their yards or I would’ve been sunk. Nick’s house was a twin to ours so I knew the layout well. I know there was a back deck off the kitchen and there was a set of steps leading to a partially submerged basement. The first thing I did was see if any lights were on and the basement windows showed evidence of activity. I couldn’t hear anything because the windows were closed but I could see through partially closed curtains a sliver of the room.

Nick‘s basement had been set up with a home gym. You’d think the running would be enough but the guy had a few machines in his basement as well. Deb was on an inclined machine walking at a leisurely pace. Nick was at the side of the machine watching her as their conversation continued. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but at this point Deb had gotten very animated. She was making motions with her hands and her brow was furrowed.

I got the sense she was talking about the fight we had. Nick for his part just stood there listening and not saying much. Suddenly after a particularly excitable few moments, Deb reached up and in one swift move pulled her hoodie up and off her body. She was now on the machine in nothing more than her sports bra which she quickly undid the clasp on and removed as well.

Nick’s jaw dropped, while the spandex of her running clothes may have not left much to the imagination, seeing Deb’s rack in all it’s glory was a sight unmatched. She stood there looking down at Nick from the machine, her hands resting on her hips almost challenging Nick to reach out and touch her.

Nick snapped out of his trance and moved closer. He matched Deb by quickly pulling his sweatshirt up and over his head leaving him only in his bike pants and running shoes. You could see that Deb’s display had the desired effect on him because his cock had swelled and you could see it arching in his pants struggling to be free.

That snapped Deb out of her ire as she saw Nick’s beast rising with his heartbeat. Nick gingerly reached out and palmed one of Deb’s breasts gently rubbing it. Her eyes closed and you could see her almost melt. She leaned toward him and since she was higher than Nick her breasts dangled forward with gravity and Nick couldn’t resist the invitation. He reached out with the other hand and paid equal attention to the twin he had neglected to fondle. He moved his face between her globes and ran his cheek along the skin, pausing to lick or kiss every now and again.

Deb reached forward and pulled Nick’s head inward, moving her hands through his hair before reaching down towards the waistband of his pants.

By now, Nick’s fat head had poked out from underneath his spandex pants and Deb ran her fingers along the head making it slick with what looked like precum. And there was no shortage of the fluid, Deb got her fingers slick with the stuff and bought it up to her mouth for a taste, after which she smiled like the Cheshire Cat.

Deb pushed Nick back suddenly, she stepped down from the machine and quickly shed her pants. Then she fell to her knees before Nick and yanked his pants down to causing the fat log of flesh to spring out at her. From my vantage point could see Deb’s eyes grow wide and marvel at the specimen before her. Her hand slowly rose up and haltingly touched the rigid shaft that jerked in response.

Deb now kneeling reached out with the other hand and started pumping the shaft with a look of wonder on her face. There was a curiosity about her as she explored this oddity before her. She moved her face closer to the bulbous, grotesque head and started to rub it along her face.

Meanwhile I looked at Nick’s face... there was no surprise, no amazement. He had that same smug, stupid grin he had on that day when I first came upon the two of them at the track and I had registered what was held in his running clothes. This wasn’t the look of some poor, hopeless, lonely soul who was dejected and thankful for this sudden unplanned gift. No, you could see this was a predator, whatever he may have sold Deb over the last few weeks I had no doubt at the moment it had all been part of a careful plan.

Nick raised Deb up from her kneeling position and with surprising strength threw her over his shoulder and started to leave the room via the stairs.

He was taking her to his bedroom where his conquest would be complete.

I had to stop him, but how? In that moment, I realized the hopelessness of my plight. I could barge in, break down the door but my wife would never forgive me for not trusting her and if anything blame for the way events had unfolded. I could walk away and do nothing but that would mean wearing the horns of the cuckold and the thought of that made my stomach turn.

In a way, it was already too late.

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