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My Secret Hot Wife - Devastated or Delighted
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We’ve been happily married for years. We’re both slim, attractive and with affable personalities. I’m more outgoing and sociable and she’s more level headed, reflective and calm. I’m slim, 5’7” and quite fit with an athletic build. Shes gorgeous. She’s petite and dark skinned and has the most beautiful brown eyes. She’s a size 8 and has the most gorgeous breasts. Petite but perfectly shaped, firm to handle and with the most gorgeous nipples. Touch her nipples and they extend on stalks and communicate immediately with her cunt. Get inside that cunt annd you’re ready for a treat. Tight, superb muscle control annd very responsive to depth and position Avoid short gentle but deep thrusts to the left or you’ll lose her. Keep away from that zone and she’ll fuck for hours. Anyone who gets their hands on her nipples is half way their regardless of her mood as a quick flick always seems to switch on her desires. Funny how you think you know someone. I really thought she was a bit shy with other guys, would never ever consider playing away or being unfaithful. She never openly fancied anyone else, pointed out other guys or showed any signs of wanting or needing other cock. Still waters run deep. Very deep. Very very deep. In fact it seems getting cock inside her as deep as possible has been a secret hobby. And I’ve only just discovered it. How? And was I devastated or delighted? Let me tell you in detail.
I’m a relief fire officer and have a great relationship with the other guys on the crew. We need to trust each other on a shout so the repartee and crack er have at the station is important. When the female crew are about we are very respectful and still have a laugh and joke. But when the guys are together. We inevitably talk about women. Not the woman at the station. Never. Never ever. Too much respect for them. Only the women in our lives beyond the station. Lately the guys have been talking about a girl a few of them have been with. Unusually they have been very coy about details like name, location, etc. But they haven’t been backward about detail. Listening to the description I’ve often thought it sound like Paula, my girl but dismissed it laughing off the similarities. But not now. I’m suspicious. Mark had been off a couple of nights ago and was bragging about getting his way with Paula again and the guys were laughing. How long did you last this time teased Matthew? Oh replied Mark I avoided steering to the left and I had a full session. Thanks for the advice Luke laughed Mark. That was it. The seed of suspicion. At least three of them had experience of this ‘girl’. I needed to investigate. And oh I did. I certainly did. |
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I really didn’t know what to do. I thought about it a lot. A lot. But every time I considered the fact that she might possibly have been playing around I surprised myself. Instead of feeling angry, jealous, betrayed or any of those emotions I found myself getting hard. Getting excited. Getting very aroused at the thought of any of my fit work mates fingering, flirting or fucking my wife. I imagined Matthew standing over her with his cock in her mouth, while John flicked her breasts with his tongue. Mark at the other end sliding his cock into her hungry cunt while she wanked off Luke rhythmically stroking his cock. The truth is I wanted it to be true. I wanted my wife to be a hot wife fucking all of my fit mates. Mates who I actually fancied myself although the bi curious side of my nature had never been revealed to anyone. I decided to investigate further. Discreetly. Gradually. Gently. But I wanted to know.
My strategy was to pick them off one by one. I was fairly certain from the general chat at the station that it was a secret shared by only the four of them. When I innocently raised the subject with other guys I was fairly certain from their responses and awkwardness that they weren’t included or had no idea what I was talking about.
Chatting to the four of them individually, in a very low key way, over a few weeks worked wonders. Without either of them noticing I gathered quite a bit of info from general questions like, so what’s this girl like then?, or this girl of yours must have something special if you keep going back for more. They were all initially hesitant to chat about her - but men love to brag, to share, so eventually they all revealed details. Gorgeous dark skin Luke sighed. Tits to die for, pert and firm Matthew noted. Such a tight cunt said Mark licking his lips. Moans like a whore was Johns contribution. Like the pieces of a jigsaw they all fitted together. Oh there were lots of missing pieces and it was far from complete but a shape was beginning to emerge.
Go on then tell me her name i eventually asked all of them individually. End of conversation. No comment. Multiple reasons why they couldn’t do that. Discretion. Valour. Promises of secrecy. Whatever. But no lies. Would you not just make up a name? But no. No name. Why? Because the name ‘Paula’ would be an important part of my jigsaw.
In for the kill. I think I’d like to meet this girl I said one day as we were all sitting together. I think I’d like to join this exclusive group. I think this young lady would enjoy my assets boys don’t you? There was an awkwardness. A silence. An empty space. An uncomfortable pause. Well we’ll have to ask her boys won’t we joked Mark. Yes said Matthew. Ask the lady what she thinks. At that moment the alarm rang and we all sprang into action. As we rushed to the door Luke whispered, we’ll ask but she’s a busy girl. I know for a fact she’s fucking a fit, young black lad. She told me. Busy girl.
There was no time to add any further detail. It was action stations. And my brain was in full alert.
Another piece of the jigsaw. My brother in law was black. And fit. Very fit. Very very fit. And local. And often at my house. . Bitch. Dirty dirty dirty bitch. |
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So. I had a few pieces. I started putting them together but was it a case of wishful thinking. I wanted her to be a hot wife but really. My sweet, prim and proper, butter wouldn’t melt Mrs. I needed to look closer to home. Closer at home. Closer in home.
Paula often went out with her mum shopping or with her friends, or to the gym or for a variety of reasons which I never questioned. Never. Until now. Next time she went out I spent some time in our bedroom. Pants, bras, pj’s exactly what you’d expect but nothing suspicious or that I hadn’t seen before. I checked her sewing room. Just the usual stuff you’d expect and the ‘charity’ bags under her sewing table. Right under. Pushed into the corner. A few bags with trinkets, ornaments, unwanted stuff. And a zipped up bag. I pulled the bag forward and unzipped it. As I drew the zip back I could see this was different. This wasn’t a collection of unwanted clothes. Quite the opposite.
I carried the bag into our bedroom and carefully unpacked it onto the bed. I wanted to make sure that I returned everything to its original place to avoid suspicions.
Lying on the bed in front of me was the amazing collection of sexy underwear. Skimpy crotchless briefs with matching half cup bras, basques, stockings and suspenders and a zipped bag filled with contraceptives and lube.
As I was about to return the items carefully to the bag I noticed a piece of paper at the bottom. I picked it up, unfolded it and saw it - another pice of my sluts jigsaw - there were 5 letters on the paper, M, M, L,J and R. Beside each letter, in front pencil was a mobile no. I opened my phone and checked the first four numbers - they matched the numbers of my workmates. And the fifth? Yes. You’re right. It was Ricky’s - my handsome son in law. Now it was time for me to have fun. |
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"So. I had a few pieces. I started putting them together but was it a case of wishful thinking. I wanted her to be a hot wife but really. My sweet, prim and proper, butter wouldn’t melt Mrs. I needed to look closer to home. Closer at home. Closer in home.
Paula often went out with her mum shopping or with her friends, or to the gym or for a variety of reasons which I never questioned. Never. Until now. Next time she went out I spent some time in our bedroom. Pants, bras, pj’s exactly what you’d expect but nothing suspicious or that I hadn’t seen before. I checked her sewing room. Just the usual stuff you’d expect and the ‘charity’ bags under her sewing table. Right under. Pushed into the corner. A few bags with trinkets, ornaments, unwanted stuff. And a zipped up bag. I pulled the bag forward and unzipped it. As I drew the zip back I could see this was different. This wasn’t a collection of unwanted clothes. Quite the opposite.
I carried the bag into our bedroom and carefully unpacked it onto the bed. I wanted to make sure that I returned everything to its original place to avoid suspicions.
Lying on the bed in front of me was the amazing collection of sexy underwear. Skimpy crotchless briefs with matching half cup bras, basques, stockings and suspenders and a zipped bag filled with contraceptives and lube.
As I was about to return the items carefully to the bag I noticed a piece of paper at the bottom. I picked it up, unfolded it and saw it - another pice of my sluts jigsaw - there were 5 letters on the paper, M, M, L,J and R. Beside each letter, in front pencil was a mobile no. I opened my phone and checked the first four numbers - they matched the numbers of my workmates. And the fifth? Yes. You’re right. It was Ricky’s - my handsome son in law. Now it was time for me to have fun. "
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"So. I had a few pieces. I started putting them together but was it a case of wishful thinking. I wanted her to be a hot wife but really. My sweet, prim and proper, butter wouldn’t melt Mrs. I needed to look closer to home. Closer at home. Closer in home.
Paula often went out with her mum shopping or with her friends, or to the gym or for a variety of reasons which I never questioned. Never. Until now. Next time she went out I spent some time in our bedroom. Pants, bras, pj’s exactly what you’d expect but nothing suspicious or that I hadn’t seen before. I checked her sewing room. Just the usual stuff you’d expect and the ‘charity’ bags under her sewing table. Right under. Pushed into the corner. A few bags with trinkets, ornaments, unwanted stuff. And a zipped up bag. I pulled the bag forward and unzipped it. As I drew the zip back I could see this was different. This wasn’t a collection of unwanted clothes. Quite the opposite.
I carried the bag into our bedroom and carefully unpacked it onto the bed. I wanted to make sure that I returned everything to its original place to avoid suspicions.
Lying on the bed in front of me was the amazing collection of sexy underwear. Skimpy crotchless briefs with matching half cup bras, basques, stockings and suspenders and a zipped bag filled with contraceptives and lube.
As I was about to return the items carefully to the bag I noticed a piece of paper at the bottom. I picked it up, unfolded it and saw it - another pice of my sluts jigsaw - there were 5 letters on the paper, M, M, L,J and R. Beside each letter, in front pencil was a mobile no. I opened my phone and checked the first four numbers - they matched the numbers of my workmates. And the fifth? Yes. You’re right. It was Ricky’s - my handsome son in law. Now it was time for me to have fun. "
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Paula is a great girl and competent in many things but totally disinterested in technology or electronics or anything mildly mechanical …. so decisions about maintenance or repairs are down to me. She’s aware that we have a Ring camera on the front door and external perimeter but as it’s a quiet neighbourhood and we’re at the bottom of a cul de sac it’s very rarely triggered. She wasn’t aware that I’d added internal cameras for extra security and I’d never really pointed it out to her as she’s easily spooked by the thought of intruders or crime. As there were never any incidents I’d switched off the internal alerts and never checked the archived footage. Until now.
There were weeks of dull, mundane, routine incidents which I deleted from the history. Then. Then I found it. Mark fucking Paula in the kitchen. Or to be precise Paula fucking Mark. In detail. The whole encounter. Do you want the detail? I warn you. It’s graphic. |
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"Paula is a great girl and competent in many things but totally disinterested in technology or electronics or anything mildly mechanical …. so decisions about maintenance or repairs are down to me. She’s aware that we have a Ring camera on the front door and external perimeter but as it’s a quiet neighbourhood and we’re at the bottom of a cul de sac it’s very rarely triggered. She wasn’t aware that I’d added internal cameras for extra security and I’d never really pointed it out to her as she’s easily spooked by the thought of intruders or crime. As there were never any incidents I’d switched off the internal alerts and never checked the archived footage. Until now.
There were weeks of dull, mundane, routine incidents which I deleted from the history. Then. Then I found it. Mark fucking Paula in the kitchen. Or to be precise Paula fucking Mark. In detail. The whole encounter. Do you want the detail? I warn you. It’s graphic. "
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They say the camera never lies. Well mine didn’t. Paula opened the door and welcomed Mark with a cheeky and provocative ‘Well hello again handsome’. Marks an attractive bloke but when he smiles he’s irresistible. Clearly. As she turned to walk away from him he grabbed her arm and gently but firmly pulled her back towards him. Running away from me hey he laughed. Last time you said you’d do anything to wrap yourself around me. Now’s your chance. She laughed and allowed herself to be pulled towards him. He placed both hands on her arse and pulled her in and she didn’t resist. I bet you’re wondering what I’m wearing for you this afternoon she giggled. I know you love your girls to be well presented. She took a few paces back and pulled her dress over her head to reveal the most beautiful underwear. Wow gasped Mark taking in the view, Well there’s not much of it but what there is I like. A lot, said Mark lusting over every curve. Tell me what you like she prompted. Tell me. I love the way your tiny bra cups those beautiful tits and pushes them towards me. The way your hard nipples peek above the top of tithe bra. He reached out to touch. Paula moved back. Not yet naughty boy she said. I want more. More. And you pants he said staring at her crotch. They frame your arse perfectly and I can’t wait to get my tongue, my fingers and my cock inside them. He reached forward and this time she stood still letting him slide his fingers down the front of her pants. As his first finger entered her cunt she tilted back her head and arched her back slightly inviting more attention. Clearly from her reaction she got what she asked for as more of his fingers entered her. You’re so wet he said. So so so wet.
As he fingered her and kissed her neck and breasts she was busy unfastening his belt and pushing his trousers and pants to the floor. Like a well practiced dance routine Mark moved away, stepped out of his pants and whipped off his t shirt. The figure of a beautiful, handsome man stood before her and she took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Come and fuck your best friends wife she laughed. A friend in need is a friend indeed he replied laughing. You can guess what happened in the bedroom. They fucked each other as if they were animals with an insatiable appetite that had to be satisfied. I should have been shocked. Disappointed. Angry. But I wasn’t. I was hard. My wife was a hot wife and I loved it. The thought of fucking her after him excited me and the thought of enjoying his cum as it seeped out of her pants was heaven. As he left his final remark caught my attention. Sorry the others could come he said. Well. She replied. Next time. But you certainly made up for it. Give them my love she said coyly. It’s not your love they want he laughed. But you know that don’t you he said parting with a gentle peck. Next time. She said. And soon.
So the next cam action was going to be group fun hopefully I thought. I’m such a lucky, lucky man. Disgusted. Never. Absolutely delighted. |
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