The three of them went up to Betty's bedroom.

Joe and Vince stripped naked and they all got onto the big marital bed together.

The men began to play with the naked woman.

And they were all so engrossed by their pleasures that none of them heard Bill come home…

Bill had noticed two strange cars parked in front of the house, but he thought nothing of it. He left his own car in the driveway behind the red convertible and entered the house, horny for a fuck, eager to sink his hard, hot prick into his loving wife's pussy.

As he started up the stairs, he heard plenty of moaning and panting, and the squeaking of the bedsprings.

He paused, then grinned.

He assumed his wife must be giving herself a hand-job, or maybe fucking herself with a salami or banana, as she often did to turn him on while, he watched.

Since he had cum in her mouth and left her without a cum in return, it was only understandable that the woman should be taking care of her hot pussy by hand.

But how fortunate that he had gotten home in time to take over the pleasant task of making her cream, he thought.

He went up the stairs, tiptoeing now, wanting to sneak a look at Betty as she masturbated, before he made his presence known.

He sneaked down the hall and looked into the room where he and his wife slept.

Anti the husband got a hell of a shock. He gulped and his jaw dropped open wide, and his eyes bulged out.

Betty lay in the center of the bed, between the two naked men, like the filling in a sandwich.

He knew who Vince and Joe were, but he sure as hell had never guessed what they were – his wife's lovers!

Two at a time!

And in his own bed, to boot!

And even on their anniversary!

Bill was hurt and furious and jealous. His first impulse was to rush in and confront them. But he held back. He told himself that it would be a good idea to spy for a while and find out just how naughty his wife really was – to gather the evidence before he accused her.