I came home from
work, to find a most
unusual sight. My wife,
hair wet, obviously just
out of the shower,
dressed only in her
dressing gown, which
was sticking in all the
right places.
She knew how to turn
me on, and, sauntering
up to me, stroked my
package gently through
my trousers. In a few
seconds she had them
off, and she kneeled
down, gripping my
newly hard cock, long,
thick and veiny, with an
engorged brown tip. She
gently caressed my
balls, and returned to
my cock, that after
being stroked lovingly
but briefly, disappeared
into between her moist,
brown lips.
After a minute of sheer
pleasure, I began to
speak, eager to know
what had made her so
horny. She quickly stood
up, and put her finger to
my mouth to shush me,
before my words were
fully out.
Stepping back, leaning
against a kitchen
cabinet, my beautiful
wife dropped her gown.
Her breasts the most
beautiful I had ever
seen were sexy and
swollen, and her pert
nipples stood out in a
display of sexual
eagerness. I glanced at
my pussy. Her tuft of
black hair glistened with
the water from the
shower, but her pussy
glisten with another
kind of moisture the
kind of moisture only a
woman’s pussy
provides, for a man she
loves or a man she is
about to make love to.
My wife jumped up and
sat back on the kitchen
cabinet, and spread her
legs wide open. I kissed
her gently on the mouth
and, stroking her
luscious breasts with
my hands, moving my
tongue down to her hot
brown nipples. She
moaned gently at the
flick of my tongue, and
knowing what turned
on my wife of ten
years, I began to move
my tongue down her
body, heading for that
sexy pussy that I could
see glistening, dripping,
in the bright kitchen
light.
My wife always liked
my going down on her,
and though I rarely let
her come from this, she
almost never said no.
Today was an
exception heading for
her pussy, she grabbed
my head tightly
between her hands and
drew my face up to
hers.
“No,” she said, “don’t
lick me.” I felt her
gentle touch on my
balls, then, running
her hand up my shaft
with her fingers on
either side, she
grasped my cock and
pulled it towards her
cunt. The tip of my
cock nestled just
between her swollen
pussy lips, which
were absolutely
dripping wet, in a
way I’d never felt
before. “Just fuck
me, please, just fuck
me now,” she
begged.
Unwilling and unable to
resist such a command,
I began to slowly push
my dick into her mound.
She was so incredibly
wet, so incredibly
lubricated, that I slipped
in with no effort at all.
Looking down, as I
watched the tip of my
cock disappear and that
veiny thick shaft
penetrate my beautiful
wife, a small drip of
thick, white fluid
appeared at the mouth
of my wife’s pussy,
engorged with my
shaft not quite half
way in. I froze, in shock,
though my cock started
twitching in renewed
erotic ecstasy. My
pause was broken by
my wife’s gentle voice:
“Fuck me, please. Fuck
me now,” she begged. I
looked into her face,
and saw a cool
expression, controlled,
knowing exactly what it
wanted. “Give me your
cock. Fuck me.”
I looked down, and
began pushing my shaft
slowly and deeply into
my wife’s tunnel. I
could feel her pussy
was swollen, excited.
The foreign cum that
filled her cunt oozed out
and dripped on the floor
as I pushed my long
shaft in deeper and
deeper. In ten years, I
had never known her
this aroused; she
moaned gently as every
wrinkle of skin, every
vein on my cock pushed
past her lips into that
hot, swollen hole.
Gripping my shaft tight
with her vagina, my
wife grasped by
backside with her hands
and pulled hard. She
grunted loudly as my
cock penetrated her
deeply. The other man’s
cum glistened on her
pussy lips as I
withdrew my penis, and
began the next stroke.
My wife jerked her
hands again, and pulled
me deeply inside her.
Looking up, I saw her
staring into my eyes.
“Fuck me, cum in me”
she said, not begging
this time, but telling.
I began to pump gently,
with long strokes, but
slow, tickling her
recently used pussy
with my cock shape. I
felt her gorgeous
breasts rubbing gently
against my chest as I
moved, and began to
wonder about the man
who must have made
love against these very
breasts only a few
hours ago. My wife,
almost reading my
mind, excited me
further, “he fucked me,
he came in me. He left
so much cum inside
me.”
I began to move faster
and harder, knowing my
wife had been engaged
in the act of love with
another man another
set of hands on her
breasts, another set of
lips teasing her pussy,
another cock, feeling a
new strength of
orgasm from her that I
hadn’t felt in ten years.
In a second, I knew
who she’d been fucking.
I’d been teasing her for
weeks about a new guy
she’d mentioned at
work she’d started
out by mentioning how
she liked the way he
looked, and that he was
flirty with her. I
encouraged her to flirt
with him. She told me
that he’d glance at her
during meetings, and
that she’d catch his
eye, and give him a
sexy smile. She wore
low cut tops for
meetings she knew
came in me. He left so
much cum inside me.”
I began to move faster
and harder, knowing my
“rife had been engaged
in the act of love with
another man another
set of hands on her
breasts, another set of
lips teasing her pussy,
another cock, feeling a
new strength of
orgasm from her that I
hadn’t felt in ten years.
In a second, I knew
who she’d been fucking.
I’d been teasing her for
weeks about a new guy
she’d mentioned at
work she’d started
out by mentioning how
she liked the way he
looked, and that he was
flinty with her. I
encouraged her to flirt
with him. She told me
that he’d glance at her
during meetings, and
that she’d catch his
eye, and give him a
sexy smile. She wore
low cut tops for
meetings she knew
he’d be at and
especially low cut tops
for times when she
knew they’d be alone.
Reading my mind again,
she said, “yes, it was
him. He took me, he had
me, just like you feared.
We screwed, we made
love…” her words were
cut short by an
ecstatic, orgasmic
moan; the motion of
my cock, the touch of
my cock tip inside her
pussy mixing with the
memory of his.
At the beginning of the
week, I had encouraged
her to continue teasing
this man. I knew he
would screw her
without a second
thought. Though
obviously jealous at the
thought of another man
touching that which I’d
had exclusively for the
last ten years, the
thought of her with this
man turned me on; the
thought of her being in
orgasmic throes,
impaled on the cock of
another man, filling her
beautiful pussy, which
had known only me,
with his hot cum.
We continued to screw,
and my wife, impatient
with my pace,
withdrew me and rolled
me over on my back.
Now sitting on top of
me, my wife sat
straight down on my
swollen cock,
shimmering with this
other mans cum which
inhabited her crotch.
While she was fucking
me hard I’m not
convinced she was
fucking me in her
mind I asked, “what
did you do with him?
How did it start? How
did he take you?” The
comment made her
moan, shivering in pre
orgasmic ecstasy. “Tell
me,” I pleaded.
She had been wearing a
very low cut top that
day; she must have
known she’d be alone
with him. A sexy short
blouse, with a skirt that
must have been
teasingly accessible,
had given me an
unfulfilled hard on from
when she was dressed
until she walked out the
door. At the end of the
afternoon, she had had
her meeting with him.
Like she was reading
mine now, he had
apparently read her
mind over the previous
few days. He was
dressed in a very
flattering shirt, and
flattering tight trousers
that hinted at, but did
not quite reveal, the
sexy package
restrained within.
Very quickly, she was
leaning down on the
table, ostensibly talking
about financial
statistics, but with her
phenomenal breasts
and, to his
amazement the tops
of her stunning brown
nipples, visible to him.
Pausing talking for a
second, to touch her lips
with her tongue and
throw him a telling
glance, she stood up.
She wanted this man
so badly, her rapidly
moistening pussy ached
with desire.
She started to worry
that she’d guessed
wrongly, that he
wasn’t interested, that
she’d misread the
signals. She began to
think of her me, her
husband, when she
saw it. A huge, rising
bulge; rising in his
trousers, that he tried
desperately to hide. He
turned red; he knew
she
saw, the direction and
duration of her glance
telling him all he needed
to know. All thought of
me, her husband, was
banished from her mind.
My wife of ten years
walked around the
table, to move next to
her soontobe lover.
Standing right in front
of him, so he could fully
take in the hidden awe
of her sexiness beneath
that skirt, she
deliberately dropped a
pencil on the floor. She
bent down to pick it up.
Her skirt rose, and he
saw her thin silk
panties, soaking wet
with the juice from her
pussy that her unbridled
lust had produced.
Having bent down, she
paused. A second
passed. She began to
wonder, and doubt, if
she’d made a terrible
mistake. If his flirting
had just been flirting, if
she’d just taken it one
step too far. I
She did not have to
wonder for long, My
wife’s lover slid his
hand gently between
her panties and her
backside, and pulling
back, he saw for the
first time that beautiful
jet black haired pussy,
that had only I had felt
and that had only ever
felt my cock. It almost
glowed red with
Standing right in front
of him, so he could fully
take in the hidden awe
of her sexiness beneath
that skirt, she
deliberately dropped a
pencil on the floor. She
bent down to pick it up.
Her skirt rose, and he
saw her thin silk
panties, soaking wet
with the juice from her
pussy that her unbridled
lust had produced.
Having bent down, she
paused. A second
passed. She began to
wonder, and doubt, if
she’d made a terrible
mistake. If his flirting
had just been flirting, if
she’d just taken it one
step too far.
She did not have to
wonder for long. My
wife’s lover slid his
hand gently between
her panties and her
backside, and pulling
back, he saw for the
first time that beautiful
jet black haired pussy,
that had only I had felt
and that had only ever
felt my cock. It almost
glowed red with desire,
the hot blood now
pumping quickly around
her sexual mound. His
forefinger extended,
her slid down further,
pushing aside her lips,
and gentling penetrating
her tunnel. She almost
orgasm right then.
My wife and I hadn’t
made love in several
days, so no traces of
my deposits remained.
Her new lover didn’t ask
any questions. Instead,
he began to lick her
pussy. My wife’s pussy.
He teased its folds with
his tongue, expertly
licking both slowly and
quickly just as required.
My wife turned over
and, perching on the
table, began to hurriedly
remove his clothing. He
almost tore hers off,
pulling down her skirt
and sodden panties,
revealing her hardon
inducing breasts by
pulling her top and bra
away as one. Her hands
were not slower. First,
she had open his
tiefree shirt, his hairy,
toned and manly chest
pulsing with his muscle
movements. Then she
moved downwards.
Quickly undoing his belt,
she slid down his
trousers, a bulge of
enormous proportions
beneath his tight boxer
shorts.
Her adulterous hands
rubbed over his cock,
twitching with
excitement beneath his
shorts. She undid one of
the buttons of the
shorts. As if on
command, his huge hard
cock sprang from within
his shorts. As long as
mine, but thicker, his
curved cock quivered,
the tip glistening with
pre-cum.
My wife touched it
gently at first with her
tongue, then began to
suck him deeply, sexily
and lustfully, just as
she had sucked me
later. As he neared
orgasm, she stopped.
He looked questioningly
at my wife; he didn’t
understand the depth
of her desire, but he
soon would.
Turning once more, she
leant over the table, the
cold surface of the
table teasing her
excited breasts, the
wet folds of her pussy
lips, presented towards
her ]over from between
her buttocks, exciting
him. He didn’t hesitate
to begin rubbing his
mighty pole between
the lips of her sex. “I
need to feel your cum”.
my wife commanded
him. “And, your
husband?” her lover
asked as his tip, yet still
larger than mine,
continued to part her
lips and caress the
entrance to her hole.
The thought of me, her
husband, did not take
hold. “Fuck me,” she
said simply. His long
cock slipped inside, a
new cock, a cock her
pussy had never felt
before. It felt good,
amazingly good. This
new cock, thicker than
mine, unfolded her wet
pussy tunnel before it,
sending orgasmic vibes
through her body. As
her new lover pumped
behind her, as she
fucked doggystyle, for
the first time, a man
who was not her
husband, she had an
orgasm the likes of
which she had never
had, even on her
wedding night. At the
same time, he exploded
within her. His cum
flooded her pussy: her
pussy, that was virgin
to all not her husband,
was literally filled with
the seed of this other
man. The deed had
been done.
As my wife finished her
tale of sex, I neared
completion. My cock
slipped smoothly in and
out of her
overlubricated cunt.
Sensing the state of
my excitement, she
tightened her pussy
muscles, gripping my
cock within. As I neared
orgasm, my wife spoke
to me, “cum in me,” she
said, “cum in me like he
did. I’ve been fucked by
another man. Make me
yours again. Cum in me
now.”
It tipped me over the
edge, and I came inside
my wife, shooting my
hot white syrup inside
my wife’s cunt. My cum
mixed with his cum her
lover’s cum, The final
jet of my spunk pushed
my wife over the edge
for the second time
that day, her hot
orgasm drawing that
mixture of my cum, and
her lover’s cum, into her
womb.
I withdrew, my cock
glistening. I looked at
my cock, and then at
her pussy. As she
breathed quickly in
recovery from her
orgasm, her red,
swollen lips contrasted
with the white liquid
oozing once more from
between them. Her
cunt had now known
another cock, and I had
fucked her after it.
Nothing was the same
again.
