Chris squeezed his pardon through his pants one final time as he watched it all in disbelief. I t could have been the facial expression of his wife moaning and the sight of pure pleasure in her facial expressions as she came hard on the strangers cock, or her insistent begging for him to cum in her ass, but whatever the trigger was, sent him into a super hard orgasm himself, as he collapsed against the doorway, feeling his loins throb repeatedly and cum fill his boxers and pants. When the high of the orgasm subsided, he panicked, realizing he just made a huge mess in his pants, and waddled over to the hall way bathroom and grabbed a wash cloth to dry and clean the mess, but had to do so with out turning the water on, for fear of giving away his presence.<br/><br/>Even from the bathroom, he could hear the smacking of the stranger's thighs against lana round ass, and the way he man handled her body as he was cumming put Chris to shame.  No this wasn't the right time to confront his cheating wife, or the stranger.  All He could do now was make his way downstairs and come up with an explanation at work as to why he missed the meeting.  He quickly tiptoed out the bathroom and down the staircase, searching for the work laptop he needed for his presentation.  Grabbing his phone, he quickly texted his Boss asking to push the meeting back that he was stuck in traffic as he headed out the door, a big wet spot on his pants that he would have to pretend was spilled drink.