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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She just phoned, she’s on her way home. I can’t believe she’s actually done it. Until I see for myself I won’t believe it. My biggest fantasy of all time is for my wife to fuck someone else and she says she’s done it! We’ll see though, it may be some elaborate role play thing, I’m not convinced. I’ve been home alone all night and haven’t been able to settle.
First I sat by the pc and surfed some favourite sites, but couldn’t settle. I paced up and down, made a drink, left it to go cold, had a beer, left it to go flat, ordered take out, it’s still in the box. God, why can’t I just relax? Because my loving wife, virgin when I met her, is out supposedly fucking some guy she met on the internet.
She did look stunning when she left here, all done up like a porn starlet. She had her hair cut earlier today, her classic “bob” style dyed black just how I like it. Her dark brown eyes made up so well and trimmed with long false lashes, her skin pale and her lips deep red. She made the mistake (or not?) of asking me to pick out her outfit for tonight. Knowing she likes to keep an air of mysticism about her body I picked out her latest “photo shoot” clothes. Long line black corset, lacey and so very sexy, with black stockings, black silk panties and matching bra. All covered over with her little black velvet dress. Low cut and clinging, it accentuates her more than voluptuous shape. 38F tits trying to escape the confines of the bra, bulging tantalisingly over the scooped out neckline made me excited at the thought of her going out in public like this. I think she was more than a little shocked when she stood in front of the full length mirror, not with how she looked but at my choices. Until this moment she hadn’t been sure I meant it when I said I wanted her to do this.
She left the house in the taxi six hours ago, her ass wiggling as she walked down the drive. Since then I’ve been like a cat on a hot tin roof, as previously described, lol. The phone rang several times; I had asked her to keep in touch. The first time was just after she’d arrived, she wanted to let me know they’d met and they had hit it off pretty well. So far, so good. From the ladies room of the restaurant she called again to make sure this was really what I wanted. Of course my answer was an affirmative so she hung up and went back to him. The next time was nearly four hours ago when they were waiting for a cab to take them to his hotel. God this call excited me, but at the same time made my stomach lurch and my mouth turn dry. The last time she called was fifteen minutes ago, to tell me she was just getting into a cab to come home and she wanted to make sure I was in bed but awake.
A car pulls up outside, I hear its engine idling for a few seconds before the door slams and it pulls away. It must be her; the pause was while she paid the fare, now I hear the clip clop of stilettos on the drive. The rattle of keys in the lock confirm my suspicions, it is her, the open window making the sounds loud and brash in the early hours. I hear her climbing the stairs, slowly and then the door opens. Standing there she looks the perfect slut. Her beautiful hair is tousled and her fringe all out of place. The red lipstick has been re applied but there are remnants of the first coat fading out across her cheek. Her eye makeup is all smudged and her false eye lashes missing.
She smiles at me, my mouth is dry but my cock is hard as iron. Nodding her head at my unasked question she walks towards me. Raising the hemline of her dress with both hands she tugs it over her head, dropping it on the floor. Laying flat on my back under the duvet she can see the bulge of my arousal. She runs her finger along it before taking hold of the bedding and wrenching it off the bed in one fluid movement. My nakedness and aroused state make her cheeks flush redder then they already are and she kicks off her shoes before mounting the bed. Kneeling before me I can see quite a wet patch in the silk of her panties and her stockings are laddered and torn. She takes my hand and pushed the palm against her pussy and I can feel just how wet it is through the flimsy fabric. The silk slides at my touch, there is more in there than just wet pussy. The understanding hits me like a train, the lubricant beneath the fabric is this guys cum, she went bareback. I open my mouth to speak but she places a finger to my lips, shaking her head. Instead she moves forward and swings her knee over my chest until she is astride me, her pussy not six inches from my amazed face. She puts her hands behind my head and pulls my nose to her. Taking a long sniff I can smell the familiar odour of her sex, but it’s mixed with a new odour, a more masculine, musky aroma, his aroma. With one finger she pulls aside the crotch of her panties leaving me in no doubt that she has actually done the deed. Her hairs are matted together, pressed flat against her skin. The long fleshy lips of her inner labia are distended and swollen, red and angry looking. The hole is gaping and leaking more of the same fluids which matted her hairs. The odour is strong now, very familiar but at the same time totally new.
A sudden urge fills me and I lean forward to kiss her mound. My lips come into contact with her sticky pubic hairs and I taste it, the other mans semen. I’ve tasted my own on more than one occasion but never any one else’s. Licking my lips as I make eye contact with her, through the cleavage of her heaving breasts I smile. The sexual urge that’s been raging in me all night takes over and I push my tongue forward, licking up from the crack of her ass, through her open labia and up onto her clit. My tongue is coated in the copious amounts of semen and it slides into my throat.
The first load makes me gag as it goes down but I like it none the less. I begin to lap in earnest and I clean her thoroughly, my tongue like a whirlwind all over and inside her making her bucks her hips and her breathing increase. She is so horny still that in no time my actions bring about a huge orgasm in her. Her pussy contracts, squeezing the remnants of his ejaculate out and onto my eager face, covering my cheeks as it runs over my skin, my tongue still flicking over her clit as she climaxes, not once but twice, almost unheard of until now.
Her energy now spent she rolls off me, leaving me flat on my back, my face and throat coated in another guys spunk and my cock harder than I ever remember it being, a pool of precum on my stomach beneath the head. Kneeling up I take my cock in hand and guide it towards her open pussy as she lays on her back. She doesn’t protest as I slide it home, but I can’t feel a thing. He must have been huge as my average sized cock slips in and out with barely any friction at all, pointlessly. Instead I move around her so my cock is alongside her painted face. She looks up at me and the lust in her eyes is evident. Her mouth opens and she takes me in, all of my length slides into her hot, wet mouth and I struggle not to cum instantly. I rock my hips back and forth, my hands squeezing her huge tits through the fabric of her bra; she’s still dressed in all her underwear.
In what seems like seconds I feel the familiar sensation. My balls tighten and climb up to the base of my cock which thickens and hardens further. She senses this and pulls away, my hand wraps around my hardness and slides along its length. Pulling it two or three times at most I then release and let my cum fly. The first jets leave long lines across her cheeks and lips, the next few drops straight into her waiting mouth before her lips close once more over the head and she sucks the remainder from me. My cock softens, giving me a feeling of relief, it’s been too hard for too long tonight and I slump down beside her. She rolls onto her side and takes my head in her hands, bringing my lips to hers. We kiss deeply, passionately, lovingly. Her tongue passing the remnants of my own cum back into my mouth, coating us both in the viscous liquid.
Lying here, side by side she gazes into my loving eyes and manages to utter the first word since she arrived home, “thank you”.
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