Watching the Pizza Guy

My wife and I had been swinger for a few years. We are both very attractive, early 30’s, white, and nicely built. I’m Str8 and Clare is Bi. I admit I love watching Clare with other men. I will even go as far to say I enjoy what some people refer to as “walking the slippery deck”. Meaning I like to screw her after somebody else has already cum inside of her. We had been regular members of a swinger’s club near our home. Regretfully, we moved away from the area due to my line of work. Having elementary school age children combined with a lack of babysitters put a hold on our ability to play.

We did find some pleasure while the kids were at school. Clare would dress panty-less in a very short skirt and head to the local video store. I would follow close behind and rendezvous with her in the adult section of the store. I would watch her as she teased the men who were renting their jerk-off movies. She would squat down next to them giving an all access view of her cleanly shaven pussy. I would watch as the men became more and more excited stealing mental pictures of her vagina. I often wondered if when they got home they jerked-off to the movie or thoughts of Clare. We would run home from the store and have sex all around the empty house. It worked for a while, but we needed more.

One day around lunchtime, Clare told me to get in the closet. I had no idea what she was up to, but played along anyway. I heard her make a phone call. All I heard her say was “delivery”, our address, “one small cheese”, and “twenty minutes will be fine”. I got hard as a rock. My sexy wife was going to seduce the pizza delivery guy, and I was going to get to watch it all.

I heard the doorbell ring, but where I was hiding I could not see the door. I only heard Clare’s voice as she said “how much?” “Here ya go”, “out of curiosity, have you ever been offered sex at one of your stop?” “Consider this your first offer then”, and “well OK I guess”. I heard the door shut. I figured she had been turned down. As I was about to exit the closet, Clare hastily told me I better stay where I was because the guy was pulling his car off the street. I jumped back to my vantage point as I watched Clare arrange our over-sized chair to face me in the closet. I heard her open the door, followed by the sound of clothes coming off. I watched Clare sit back in the chair as she spread her legs over the armrests. What happened next was an unexpected surprise to an already good day.

The man standing between Clare’s spread and inviting thighs was a black man. We had talked about someday making this come true, but so far had been unsuccessful. I watched as he stood with his pants around his ankles stroking his cock. I watched him rub the head of his dick around the opening of Clare’s pussy getting it wet with her juices. From my hiding spot I could see everything clearly. I watched as he worked his dick all the way into her. He slowly pulled out so just the head was in Clare and forcefully slammed it back to the hilt. He began to pump his cock in and out of Clare like a jackhammer. Clare must have loved it because I watched her cum multiple times on his penetrating cock. I heard him grunt. He pumped what must have been a half a cup of cum into her hungry pussy. I watched as he continued to pound her as cum leaked form her vagina, down the crack of her ass, and dripped onto the floor below. As he pulled his softening cock out of her used love-hole more of his sticky white juice flowed down her ass. He quickly pulled his pants up heading straight out the door.

Clare never got up from the position she was in. As soon as the coast was clear, I ripped my clothes off and jumped on top of her. I was so horny from what I had just witnessed I did not last very long before mixing my cum with the pizza guys. Although, we did manage to have a few more rounds before school let out.