“Where do all of my socks go?” Frustrated, I rifle through my drawer from the back to the front and then back again. “I’m sure I had loads.” My eyes glance across to my wife’s drawer, “Surely not, I’ll have a look on the off chance” I gingerly opened her drawer and started rifling through. It wasn’t long before I fingered the crotchless, frilly panties she got when we were much more active in the bedroom. My stomach gave a little flutter, I felt so wrong doing it, but before I knew it those panties were under my nose and I was desperately reminiscing the last time I saw my wife’s labia bulging out of these beauties. I felt my cock start to thicken with all of the excitement and it wasn’t long before I unzipped the fly of my jeans and my cock sprang out. I started to stroke and in a haze of sexual tension, I hadn’t realised the shower had stopped and before I knew it I heard her gasp! This wasn’t the gasp of a woman who has just come in to find a hot, red blooded male jerking off over her knicker drawer but a gasp of disgust and disgrace. Appalled, the next thing she muttered was “what’s the fucking point? They’re clean. You won’t smell my pussy on those” Slightly embarrassed by my predicament and standing there with a pulsing cock, I loosened my grip on it and felt the blood dissipate back into my body. She looked at me, and pointed at my retiring cock; “that’s a shame, you can’t have wanted to be close to this after all” as she dropped her towel revealing her massive tits and full pussy lips.

I’d always found my wife so attractive. Her nipples were large and so were her tits, her areola massive and when aroused or cold, shrank and tightened to less than half their normal, relaxed size. They were darker than her skin by at least 10 shades so they really stood out. Her figure got more and more sumptuous with the more kids she had, a proper womanly figure. She preferred to keep her pussy properly maintained, if she hadn’t shaved it, it’d be very well trimmed. It was puffy and hid all of the good stuff, it was like opening a treasure trove of ecstasy. Under the hood, she was hiding a dark pink, labia with a pearly clit under a short hood. Her hole was tight and even after three kids, it was a struggle to fit my (average) cock in her. She was short in stature but that was ok because she made me feel extra large and strong for her.

I quickly stuffed my now completely flaccid cock back into my pants, zipped up and scurried out of the bedroom with haste. “Fuck the socks, I’ll go without” I thought to myself as I left the house to drive to work.

“Was she being sarcastic or was she really offering me to stuff her before I went to work?” I was buzzing with the events of the morning, full of what ifs and my vivid imagination started going again. Before I knew it, I was nursing a hard on and only giving the road a mere 10% of my attention. I had to pull over when it was safe. “Do I get it out and Jack it right here? Or, do I turn around?” I decided to do the latter and wheelspun out from the spot I parked in with my actual dick outside of my pants ready to give it to my wife.

As I pulled up to the house not only had I noticed that she’d not left as her car was still there but there was a work van parked outside too, “can’t be for us, we don’t have anything that needs doing in the house”. Dismissing it I unlock the door, “workboots? Not one but two pairs?” Odd.

The house was relatively quiet and I couldn’t hear any talking. In panic that something wasn’t quite right, I crept up the stairs to look out the back window, “they could be gardeners, I’ll have a look” as I walked towards the back bedroom I heard a low pitched grumble come from the front bedroom. I slowly walked towards the room, by this point, I had armed myself with a bat from the kids room. “There it is again, the low pitch grumble!” I move quieter and quicker. The door to my room, slightly ajar. I peak in to my utter disgust I see someone hanging out of the back of my sexy wife, she was on all fours from what I could see. I adjust my angle, I start to see the back of her head and I notice two huge, calloused hands holding her head. There was workman number two and he was forcing his cock so far down her throat, tears were streaming down her face. It was him, he was the source of the grumble. She couldn’t make a noise with his massive cock in her mouth. The guy behind started ramming her, his balls smashing into her tiny clit. Her back arched so she could take the full length of this guys cock. I stood, in silence. My body rigid with shock. I couldn’t move. Why is my cock out and why is it hard as fuck? I should be breaking this shit up but all I want to do is Jack my cock. I looked a little closer and noticed she was wearing the very knickers I was wanking over this morning. “Fuck”, I exclaimed quietly as precum streamed from my throbbing cock head. My cock had never, ever been so hard. I observed as her massive tits swing while she was getting spit roasted and it sent my over the edge, I came buckets. I snuck out of the house and quickly drove away. Disbelief and wonderment rushed around my body. I will be doing the same tomorrow in the hope that workman one and workman two are back filling my sexy hot wife with their cocks, maybe I’ll let them know I’m there next time instead of wanking over them from behind a slightly opened door.