I read the responses to my previous post and followed @YourBoner ‘s advice. I came home on Wednesday to find my wife taking a shower at 5 in the afternoon. She said she’d been doing a workout but I couldn’t see any of her gym clothes in the basket. I stood in the doorway of the bathroom chatting to her. I was achingly hard as I watched her soaping herself and when she cleaned between her legs I couldn’t stop thinking that she was washing away the cum from her lover. When she got out, I started telling her my well rehearsed story about a lad at work whose wife was having an affair and he didn’t mind. I explained how he’d caught her and been mad at first but then realised it was pretty hot and now his wife tells him when she’s been fucked and it’s made their sex life even better. My wife didn’t react how I expected. She was neither shocked (I figured if she wasn’t having an affair she would say it sounded crazy) or curious about what I thought (I thought if she was having an affair this would give her the chance to tell me) but she just brushed me off and said that ‘some folk are happy with anything’ and pulled on some leggings and a vest top. The fact she didn’t put on underwear was unusual (even around the house) made me think she just wanted away from the conversation. I didn’t say anything again but made a plan to watch our house during the day on Thursday. I told my boss I had a dentist appointment and would time my lunch so I had at least two hours. 11.30am I’m sat 100 yards up the road in my car. My cock was rock hard again as I wondered if someone was already in MY house fucking MY wife. By 12.15 I’m thinking that I must be going mad as I’m just staring at my own house creating fantasies. I ummed and ahhed about leaving, about walking through the door. I was so confused. Then it happened. A lad - probably 19 or 20 wearing a Nike tracksuit and sliders with white socks walked past my car texting. He was about 6’1, a mess of hair and light stubble on his chin. I watched him get to my driveway and without missing a beat walking up and then just opening the door and walking in. I was stunned. Despite all my thoughts about her getting fucked I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. The age of the lad concerned me too. The most logical thought was one of my daughter’s friends.. but it could be anyone. I sat in the car for 30 minutes more. Phoned my boss and said the dentist wanted me to have an anaesthetic so he said take the afternoon but come in early. I drove down our road and could see our lounge blinds were shut. I parked a little further down again and then walked back to the house. I went round the side, carefully opening the side gate. In the back garden I peered through the patio doors but could see nothing. I stepped back and could see our bedroom curtains were shut. The large side window was open though and as I stood underneath I could hear snatches of conversation. ‘I should be in college… can’t believe you called again’. ‘I just need what you give me..’ The conversation stopped and within 10 minutes I could hear the first moans. My wife was clearly loving whatever attention she was being given. My cock was throbbing as I stood still and silent in my own back garden listening. Her moans stopped and were replaced by his as I heard him tell her she was a ‘whore for his cock’ and to ‘suck it like you love it’. My cock was out, wanking slowly as I listened. Time seemed to pass slowly and 10 minutes or so later, I heard my wife groan low and long. I could hear the bed squeaking. My wife was fucking someone in our bed. He fucked her for ages— way longer than I’ve ever managed. Maybe 45 minutes until I heard my wife shouting out ‘fuck fuck fuck’ over and over. She was cumming and I spurted a huge jet of spunk onto our patio as this young guy kept fucking my wife furiously. The bed sounded like it might fall apart as he carried on for another 20 minutes before I heard his moans get louder and my wife say ‘cum in me you fucker’. They were both moaning and I imagine that was the point he filled my wife’s pussy with his young spunk. I stayed still and quiet, thinking that this lad would now just up and leave. But I was wrong as within 15 minutes they were fucking again. I couldn’t believe my ears as I heard moans and the squeaking of the bed again. 30 minutes passed. My wife didn’t stop moaning or shouting out the whole time. She was getting the best fucking of her life. I came again, rather pathetically over my knuckles as this stud kept pounding my wife. I made my way back round the front and sat in my car. Watching in the mirror, it was nearly an hour before the lad emerged from my front door, and without looking back he was texting as he walked away. I called my wife and she answered quickly. I asked about her day and she said she was so busy and may have to work this evening again. I told her I’d be home in 30 minutes, she said she’d get something out for dinner, that she’d see me soon and that she loved me. That evening we chatted about everyday things. We discussed booking a holiday, seeing her parents at the weekend. All the time her lovers cum in her pussy. I’m planning on confronting her, but do not want her to stop. I think I love her more than ever.