One Friday Night

My ex-wife was staying with me for a while because she lost her job and then got evicted. I had a spare room, so I agreed to let her stay. She and I were supposed to hang out with friends and do some drinking, but I ended up having to work late. So, I called her to let her know I wouldn't be home until probably after 2:30am and told her to go ahead and go without me.

When I got home someone was parked in my space in front of my apartment where I usually park, so I went around to the back of the building to park. Walking up to the apartment from the back I was passing by her bedroom window. As I approached the window, I saw that it was open and then I heard the sounds of heavy breathing coming from the room.

When I looked in, I saw her passed out on the bed and getting fucked by some guy I didn't know. Her skirt was pushed up, her shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal her tits, which he was squeezing and rubbing on, and her panties pulled to one side. The guy had his pants down around his ankles. He was nuzzling her neck, kissing her and pumping her pussy raw. I felt jealous and yet I was aroused watching another guy fucking her while she was passed out.

I could only assume that she got separated from our friends at the club and got a ride home from this guy. I can imagine he asked if he could use the bathroom. She then went into the bedroom, sat at the foot of the bed, fell back and passed out. When he came out of the bathroom, he had a clear view of her room and her passed out. And here we are, watching him fuck her.

His cock was thick and long and he was taking long, slow strokes sliding up in her. When he would hit bottom she would wince a bit and give a little grunt. Her cream was all over his cock as it would be with her. She loved cock, especially thick cock, sliding up in her. Her pussy pulled inside out, gripping the width of his shaft.

For a second I thought I saw some movement in the dark hallway. I then saw another guy peeking in on them. He had a dullard's expression, licking his lips and just watching. The guy was pumping her pussy with heavier thrusts. I'm not sure if she began to wake up or was dreaming what was happening, but she began to groan and to whimper and whine.

He then laid on her, skin to skin, pumping and pumping. She gently grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his ear to her lips and started saying something I couldn't quite hear. But she did mention my name. Whatever she said got him pumping her harder and quicker. He began grunting with each thrust, breathing heavier and heavier until one final thrust and he blew his load all up inside her. Even though he was all the way inside her he kept thrusting with each squirt. When he pulled his cock out it was still pulsing as if still shooting off a load.

The other guy in the hallway disappeared, but when the first guy walked out into the hall, I could hear him telling him to take a turn, that the pussy was hot and tight. A moment later, the other guy came in, already hard and ready to go. He dropped his pants and in a single movement slid his cock up inside her. He let out an “oh!” and said, “my god, she IS tight!” Yeah, even with a cum filled pussy her fuck tunnel was small and tight.

He didn't take much time at all. He fucked her like a machine until he took his turn to cum in her. After a few pumps of cum in her, he pulled out of her frothy fuck tunnel, cleaned himself off on her skirt and left.

After they were gone, I went in and stood by the open door to her room. Cum was seeping out of her. This wasn't the first time I found her like this late in the evening on a weekend. A couple weeks before this I came home to her in the same situation, legs spread, panties off, cum sliding out of her pussy. I didn't see what happened that time. She was fucked just moments before I got home. I wonder if it's the same guys. . . .

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