SHANGOReturns!

  My husband sleeps on the floor beside the bed whenever my lover comes over to spend the night.  He either sleeps on the floor, or he gets to have the guest bedroom to himself.   Whichever one he prefers is fine with me, as long as he knows he won’t get to occupy the bed with us. Jeffery didn’t always like it, but as he loves watching me and my lover fuck, he knows he has no choice.  It’s his only means of getting to see how well my lover pleasures me in the bedroom.  Jeffery has to abide by our rules or he would only listen in on us from outside.  Not a reasonable option, which is why he much prefers the floor. Ricky, my lover, gets a kick out of humiliating Jeffery whenever he can.  He is always the real man in our home; Jeffery is always an obedient puppy when Ricky drops by, and would do anything Ricky asks, as long as we don’t stop him from watching us fuck.  Jeffery is quick to get Ricky a beer from the fridge whenever he wants one....

I have been standing out in the corridor by myself for nearly a half-hour. Our Golden Retriever, Rex, sat beside my feet for company. He had fretted and gripped against my pants leg as I have been since Doris led her lover Marcus into our bedroom. Sometimes I rest my ear against the door to listen in; Doris had left the key in its place so I could not peep inside. I heard mild grunts and squeaks and bumps, sounding like the bed was moving or banging against the wall. My breath formed most on the door. My hand grabbed at my crotch. Twice I had scurried away to a nearby toilet to jerk-off. My head was filled with images of what they were doing in the bedroom. Marcus was giving Doris the fuck of her life. I have been fortunate to watch them fuck the first time in the living room a week ago. Doris had warned him to sit and remain quiet, to which he did. He had bottled up his urges while he watched Marcus make mincemeat of his wife. Doris had screamed. She had whimpere...

Most husbands never know when such moments arrive even though they have been expecting something like this since they got married.  It happened on an ordinary day; nothing could have prepared you for what was coming.  There was no harbinger, no sense of something being amiss the days prior.  It could have begun without you ever being wiser – you simply stumbled upon it by accident. And that was the accident you returned home to witness: you let yourself into your home, surprised at how quiet it was.  You called out your wife’s name, but stopped when you entered the living room.  There was an opened bottle of wine with two glasses on the table.  A pungent smell filled the air; the smell seemed familiar – marijuana.   You left your suitcase and quietly went up the stairs. Your wife’s clothes that littered the floor.  But not just her clothes; there as well were men’s clothes on the floor too.  A gnawing fear grows in yo...

What goes through a husband's mind when he returns home and catches his wife fucking a Black man in their bedroom? A hubby returned home after a fitful day at work.  His wife’s car is parked in the driveway and he smiles at himself as he enters his home.  He drops his keys on the center table and calls out: ‘Honey, I’m home!’ as he walks further into the house and goes up the stairs toward his bedroom. Then he stopped when he heard something.  It sounded like someone moaning; a woman's moans.  He wanted to dismiss it at first, thinking maybe it was their furry cat, but he hears it unmistakably again and this time recognized what the sound of that voice meant.  It told him that fucking was going on inside his home.  And it was coming from the master bedroom. The hubby approached the door on light foot and inched the door open and peeped inside.  His eyes widen and his mouth just about fell from its hinges at what he was seeing. ...