Peter made his way toward the bed room, the muffled screetches of ectasy were defiitley coming from two people fucking.<em>She's NOT watching Porn, is she?"</em>his first thought, that the tv was turned up way to loud and he would open the slightly ajar bedroom door to find his wife in full masturbation mode.<br/><br/>"Honey?" he called out as he pushed the door open slowly, his eyes widening as the breath from his lungs were sucked out like a vacuum, his stomach wrenching in a knot that caused him to grow a bit faint as he leaned on the door for support.<br/><br/>"What...What the hell is going on here?!?"  a question that was rhetorical, it was obvious what was going on.  Some guy was fucking his wife, his eyes shot down to the thick hard shaft that was nearly double in size of his.  He didn't even notice if they were using protection, he was trying to take it all in.  He did a double take, having never heard his wife moan or fuck that loudly, he wasn't quite sure it was her.  Until she looked over at him and made eye contact.  His knees felt weak, a million thoughts rushed through his head as he tried to process what was going on.  He broke eye contact with her, looking at the younger looking guy, waiting for an explanation from either one.