I peered into the dinette from the kitchen doorway. Beyond it lay the living room. My wife was reclining on the couch, naked. The man, also naked, lay...half on top of her playing with her breasts and slobbering kisses all over her upper torso and lips. I was sick. The man was Marco Phillips, the P.E. teacher.I resisted the impulse to rush in and ruin their little tryst. I needed to think. I was no fool; I knew that if I burst in on them it could be a case of "he said she said," and there were. “Well, I’ve never had anything to compare it to. When we first slept together it had been more than a month since I’d been fucked, so I was happy to get what I could. But after holding Victor’s huge dick earlier today, yours is notably smaller,” my wife explained.“I know Victor’s dick is bigger than mine. That’s why we are doing this in the first place. Please just let me fuck really quick before he gets here?” I pleaded, dying to get inside her.“Sorry love, but I’m saving this pussy for some. 30, we are going to the hospital. Your dad will be here to pick us up.Rithika: But why..what happened?S: My friend’s husband had a heart attack and is in the ICU.R: Why do I have to come? You and dad should go.S: No, you will come with us. You definitely know how much he likes you he practically cares for you like his own daughter.R: But…S: No buts, you will come now it’s 4, be ready in 30 minutes.With that, she stood up and walked out of the room. Rithika went and closed the door. I crawled. Occasionally, someone would pull into the parking lot after a late night out, and I'd pull the towel over my lap, covering my throbbing rod from view until they went inside. From the third floor, I figured it was hard to see much detail anyway.One warm July night - four in the morning actually - I was feeling especially horny and brave. I got naked, oiled up my hard cock and stepped outside wearing nothing but a pair of small, thick rubberbands on my smooth shaven balls. (A girlfriend who like.