For sure the first time that I saw Leon fuck my wife I was blown away

For sure the first time that I saw Leon fuck my wife I was blown away. He brought out the vixen in her, the discerning & the unbridled. I mean I knew that women were capable of multiple orgasms, that they were capable of fucking for longer than men, yet in Leon Madeleine had found a man who could take her there & release the instinctive. He would walk her along the precipice of an orgasm, finally take her through that, & afterwards, gently, insistently, bring her back to the boil, so she realised what a huge appetite she had for cock. That the man was three fold bigger than me down there, broad chested & strong armed made it easy. Her lovely legs looked so fine & long up over his chunky shoulders. His lancing cock made her cunt squelch & afterwards her sex was always awash with his thick spunk. The sex was always noisy. There was the pounding slap,slap,slap of his body against hers as he drove inside her, the urgent gasps & moans as a thick dick ruined her interest in the likes of me, & the struggle for breath. Madeleine struggled to breath with any composure once he had her driving hard- begging for his spunk.
Yet it hadn’t started that way. I hadn’t dreamt at first that she could be so sexual. She was such a snob, so aloof & insistent on things going her way that I didn’t dream that another man would bed her. She ruled me, ruled the home & all the marriage decisions that you imagine couples talking over. ‘It’s time for you to obtain me pregnant’ I remember her saying once & she gave birth to the perfect daughter who would grow up like her perfect mother. She said, ‘it was a surprise that you managed that wasn’t it? You’re not especially macho’. That she could be a terrible bitch I knew. She once told a girlfriend at a party that I would never run off because I wasn’t very satisfactory at servicing a woman & in the end that was how affairs blossomed-through lust. The girlfriend was no better than she, & being a little tipsy she asked me in front of Madeleine whether it was true that I was crap in bed? Madeleine was listening to us & I hesitantly confirmed that I didn’t think I was very special when it came to sex. My wife smiled when her girlfriend realised how rock bottom my self esteem was, how Madeleine ruled the roost on this as all else. My wife said, ‘go & obtain me a G & T.’
If I stopped to think (and I didn’t) Madeleine was ready to submit to the right sort of man. He was the rugged, virile, alpha type that climbed her snobbish façade with ropes & grappling irons to secure the treats inside. She had decided that she wanted a personal trainer & it was then a cliché that I introduced her to her perfect, masculine, lover. I’ll never forget the day he put Madeleine through a rigorous gym test & when she started to complain that this was too much, he told her to shut up & keep at it. She said afterwards, ‘he’s the boss in a way that you will never be’ & I knew it then- she would submit to him in bed. Perhaps she had always needed that, to be pliable in the arms of a stud, someone who had real authority.
The first time I saw them kissing was when I received home early one morning after a game of golf had been cancelled. The house was quiet as little miss perfect two was out at the pony club. I remember that Madeleine was wearing just a silk house coat, a string of pearls approximately her throat, a suspender belt & black stockings. She presumably had been dressing when Leon called by. His hand wondered down to her cunt, inside her slit & then up over her erect nipples. She knew I was there, staring at the open mouthed & passionate kiss. She said, ‘go & do some work in the garden.’ It was such an imperious instruction & Leon chuckled when I slunk off, feeling a mixture of shock, shame & so what the hell do I do next?
They retired to the conservatory. They could have gone up to the master bedroom yet I guess by then Leon knew that he had won. Perhaps he guessed too that it might appeal to my bitch of a wife if he fucked her in full view, & with the doors locked so that I couldn’t do a thing. At any rate, I watched her take out his erection, the biggest & the ugliest cock that I had ever seen. It was brutal rather than beautiful, yet that was what my wife wanted. She then lay back on the sofa, spread her legs very wide indeed & with manicured red nail fingers, opened her labia so that he could see the peachy moist hole within. I wondered how many times he had fucked her already, whether he had taught her to present her fanny in this way, an open invitation to penetrate her. I noticed that she was fingering her clitoris & thought, ‘yes, you’ve taught her to wank too- always thinking approximately you.’ I remember how his cock filled her- the way her eyelids closed & the little gasps from her pursed lips. You remember the detail that first time. I remember the sudden gasps as he thrust harder, the adoring look in her eyes as she rocked rhythmically on his thrusting member. She didn’t have to be a snob anymore, to control, she could let go & be whatever he wanted. I remember how he pinned her arms back, how he thrust his mouth complex onto hers & she submitted to that. Because her rear was bared to him, he could fondle her buttocks, drive to the hilt of his cock inside her. Even as he pounded away I could see cum seeping out around the edge of his shaft as he slid in & out of her. I remember how quickly & completely she climaxed. Back then she hadn’t learned Olympic standard fucking with him, yet Leon would teach her. When he eventually deigned to shoot his load, his buttocks clenched with such a rhythmic ferocity that made me worry that he might somehow break her. His back arched, she screamed & dug her nails into his shoulders. When he then dragged his hawser of a cock free, spunk gushed from her hole & made a dark patch on the sofa material. It poured out of her quivering cunt for several moments, the thickness of glue & with little bubbles erupting, all courtesy of the force of his thrusts.
I was notionally weeding the flower beds right then. The shed had seemed an impossible & cowardly retreat & she didn’t seem to care that I was openly watching anyway. They kissed & fondled before me, my wife’s eyes huge & round & doe like, something quite different to those she used with me. I heard Leon suggest that they go to the pub together & Madeleine smiled. She checked her watch & then strode over to me, her sex still dripping with the seedy residue, & said through the conservatory glass that I would have to pick up & entertain our daughter as she was going out for the day. I must have looked crestfallen because she told me to pull myself together. It was inevitable that Leon would fuck her regularly-I didn’t really appeal to her. I had to ‘think on’ now approximately how to support her affair & take over the parenting. She would be too busy to fuss over that. Stupidly, I nodded & she went up to dress, in a pencil leather skirt & high heels. It had started.