I was supposed to be away for another day, but I thought I'd surprise my husband when I got home a day early. I guess it was me who got the surprise. It's not a scene I would have expected to see, considering my husband is six foot four and two hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle. Yet there he was stuffed by two mens cocks and from the sounds of it, loving every minute of it.
Yet, it was my reaction then and now that has surprised me most. Most women, partners, wives would have confronted their other halves and all hell would have broken loose. I didn't. Instead I stood watching for some time and even watched them change positions, as I moved back a little.
The fact was and is, is I was incredibly turned on by seeing him take the cocks and wished I could have been there from the start. My nerve didn't hold out though and I moved slowly away, eventually getting back into my car and driving away.
I phoned my husband about half an hour later and told him I would be home in about an hour. He sounded even then to be out of breath and not his normal self. I asked him if everything was okay, to which he said "Yeh honey, just finished working out". I knew what kind of working out he'd been doing, but didn't let on I knew.
When I walked back in again, he was all alone yet the smell of sex was all over the house. Nothing was said and I didn't even comment on the obvious cum stains on his favorite chair.
It's been nearly two weeks since I watched him being fucked, and I'm dying to let him know somehow I'm fine with him having gay sex. Yet how do you bring something up like that, especially as my husband portrays himself as such a macho guy.
Every day since I've thought about that afternoon and have I will own to, masturbating to the memory of it. It's such a horny thing for me to have seen him being fucked, I just wish i could think of a way to brooch the subject and see if he'd let me be a part of that sexual side of his life.


