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My wife had been flirting with a co-worker for some time. She was trying to be discrete, yet I knew that there was some real attraction. He was married as well and had no intentions of leaving his family. He was not only a co-worker of hers, but traveled within our same circle of our friends, so it was not uncommon for us all to be together at parties, social events etc.
My wife was in her mid 20s, was very shapely and had breasts and nipples that screamed for attention. He was in his early 30s, muscular and charming. His Latino heritage was evident in his smile and charisma. I could clearly understand why women found him attractive.
There was an obvious physical attraction between them both, along with the ongoing flirtations. Yet the intensity of the way that their eyes connected made me believe that there was more to it than harmless flirtations.
On one particular evening, we hosted a party at our house. It was a vanilla event, but, as usual, much alcohol was consumed. As the night got late, more and more guests said their goodnights and left. He had to work an early shift the next morning and she suggested that he spend the night at our house since we were very close to their work location. I agreed and went off to bed as she showed him to the guest room. I noticed that my wife did not join me immediately and seemed to be taking a long time making up the guest bed. After about 20 minutes and she was still not in bed beside me, I became even more suspicious, so I cautiously crept down the hall. As I approached the partially closed guest’s bedroom door, I heard my wife’s muffled moans. She was on top of him and her back was to the door. They never noticed me watching from the doorway. She appeared naked and was slumped over his torso, slowly gyrating her hips on his crotch. I could only imagine that he was buried all the way up inside of her. The little whimpers escaping from her mouth told me that she was struggling to contain her excitement and ultimate orgasm. His hands were now visible as they caressed her naked ass cheeks, spreading and pulling on them as though attempting to pull her hard onto his erection. I watched and listened for a while and then noticed my own very hard cock sticking straight out. She then collapsed all of her weight on top of him and I heard her cry out into his chest as she came hard. Funny what I remember about the view from my vantage point: as she climaxed, her little anal ring spasmed and convulsed as his cock was visible up her vagina. She must have cum quite hard! He was still gently and quietly thrusting his hips up into her spread thighs. I backed away and crept back into our bed. I was jealous yet fully and intently aroused. I just lay there thinking about what I had seen and what they were doing now. My wife, probably thinking that I was fast asleep, took her time and enjoyed some post-fuck cuddling with her boyfriend.
Eventually, I heard movement in the hallway and I pretended to be asleep. She was very quiet as she entered our bedroom, probably not wanting to take a chance and awaken me. I felt her slip in bed beside me, just as I heard the front door open and quickly close… most likely him leaving the house for work. As I lay there, I noticed how quickly my wife’s heart was racing…. After all, she had just fucked a co-worker only 30 feet away in the bed down the hall and now she lay next to her husband in our marriage bed. I was being very still and eventually heard her breathing calm and she drifted off to sleep. I the rolled toward her and leaned slightly on top of her. It’s then that I noticed that she was topless and wearing only her panties. The red, post orgasmic blush still covered her bare chest between her breasts – her nipples still hard and almost irresistible. She stirred but I was already sliding down and kissing her tummy. My left leg parted her thighs and she froze! Was it fear that I was about to notice her freshly-fucked pussy? I swear that she stopped breathing completely as I peeled her panties down. She then tried to guide me away, claiming that she was tired, had too much to drink, or some other bullshit excuse, but I persisted. I kissed her tummy and she began to protest. I’m sure that not only was she half asleep and not wanting to wake, but I also imagine that she was VERY concerned about me possibly discovering, by the physical evidence, that she had just fucked another guy! Before she knew it, the flat of my tongue did a long, slow lap up her slit. She again froze… perhaps in fear, perhaps in excitement. I lifted my head and looked up at her face. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking back at me for my reaction.
“No Honey” she protested, “I’m very tired.”
‘… and no doubt nervous that I’ll find out that you fucked your boyfriend!’ I thought to myself.
I quickly again covered the outside of her vulva with the flat of my tongue and she immediately froze again. I moved my tongue very lowly as the flat of my tongue was now covering her very wet and sticky vulva…. And her body completely tensed – not typical of how she normally reacted to oral sex. Yes, she knew that her pussy was full of his fresh cum and she didn’t know how I would react.
I knew that I had two choices: Call her out as the slut that she was OR pretend that I didn’t notice.
“What the Fuck?” I asked,
“Um, I….” she stammered…. “Oh Honey, I…”
“You’re absolutely soaked down here!” I cut off her possible confession.
I smiled up at her and lowered my face for a second long, slow lick of her drippy folds. She began to pant, not knowing what to do. Her chest lifted and collapsed as my tongue opened her folds and I explored her still smoldering cunt. I’m sure that she figured that I would know why she was so wet….and know for sure... and any moment now. I, on the other hand, wondered if he had used a condom to fuck my wife, but then again, his Latino roots probably discouraged that. She seemed to almost hyperventilate as I probed her slippery, syrupy folds with my tongue. I was convinced that I could still feel the heat from their fucking… the friction of his cock sliding up and into my wife’s fuck-hole was still present as I licked her. The lack of condom was also now evident as I could suddenly taste the remnants of her lovers cum still within the walls of her vagina. Her body now betrayed her, and as her excitement intensified, her vagina contracted and seemed to push out more and more of her lover’s seed. I licked, slurped and swallowed as quickly as I could and then probed deeper.
I continued to tenderly lick at her folds and dip my tongue deep within her hole. She began to relax and enjoy the post-fuck cleanup in spite of her fear of discovery. Her climax erupted hard and loud. She screamed out as she grabbed at my head and pulled my mouth hard against her crotch. Naturally, a mixture of her cum along with what remained of his seed, coated my mouth and face. I held as much of the gooey mixture inside my mouth as I could as I lifted my torso and moved up her body. She reached for me and guided my hard cock into her pussy and I easily drove my rock had cock into her still spasming vaginal walls. She screamed out again as I sunk all the way into her. I was holding myself above her, my arms fully extended, as I watched the total bliss on her face. I swear that I could feel her previous lover’s hot, slippery cum encasing my cock as I thrusted in and out of my wife. The image of his cum and mine, both mixing in her womb was too much for me. Her eyes eventually opened, and she looked up at me, my hips trusting and slamming into her. I lowered my face to hers to kiss her full on the mouth. She was apprehensive at first, since she didn’t know if I really knew, but then she kissed me back. As we kissed, I used my tongue to pry her lips open and I allowed the contents of my mouth, the mixture of her cum, along with what remained of his creamy seed, into her open mouth… just as my balls tightened up against me and I shot my load into my slut-wife’s well used and spasming pussy.
I rolled off of her and we lay there panting. No words were spoken, and we eventually drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, her head was on my chest and she was gently playing with my chest hairs.
“Are you oaky?” she asked, with a very uncertain, almost guilty tone in her voice.
“Of course, I am” I replied in an excited fashion, pretending not to be aware her act of indiscretion last night. “That was amazing last night. Did it really happen as I remember or was it a dream?”
“Maybe a bit of both” my wife replied, feeling a bit of relief, I imagine. “It was very late and we both had quite a bit to drink.’
“You were more wet than I can ever remember.” I added. “I’ve NEVER seen you so WET!”
“Yes” she replied, with a bit of tension in her voice, “You seemed to like that a lot. And you were harder than I ever remember.” She added, as if trying to deflect.
“Yea, I do love it when you’re wet for me!” I added, still sure that my wife had no idea that I knew, “Can’t wait to do that again.”
“Noted” my wife replied with a smile.
I then tried to guide her onto her back, since I was getting hard again as I recounted the night before, but my wife resisted.
“I’m a bit sore this morning, Honey” she said.
She reached up, kissed me on the cheek and added “perhaps later?”
She then got up out of bed and headed for the shower. As she walked away, I wondered how she would play this and if she would confess or continue to trow me off of the truth… The truth that she has been fucked only minutes before she lay with me, her husband… and that she was almost caught with his cum still in her pussy!
… Did she think that she got away with it? Did she even know that I knew?
A week later, as she was leaving the house for work, she mentioned that she would be working late that evening… very late.. perhaps not returning until after midnight. A project, she explained, and that others were involved. She added that I probably shouldn’t wait up. I kissed her and told her that I’d probably be in bed and happy to see her whenever she got home.
Sometime after midnight, I heard the garage door. I pretended to be asleep as she crept into the bedroom, undressed and slid into bed beside me. As before, she was topless and only wearing panties. And as before her heart was racing. She touched me softly, feeling for my cock. Naturally I was rock-hard. She leaned down and flicked my nipple with her tongue as she gently stroked my cock. I moaned out and my cock throbbed in her hand.
“How was your evening?” I asked.
“I don’t want to talk about work” she said, still trying to mislead me. “but remember how you like it when I’m so wet?” she added. “I’m really wet right now…..”
I guided her on her back and striped off her black panties. Yep, her panties were VERY wet. In fact, a dollop of thick white cream was easily visible on the crotch of the black material. Perhaps too thick to be just her own excitement?She blushed slightly as she saw me checking out her panties and then flashed that sexy smile as I imagined that she had just been filled up.
Did she know that I knew or was she seeing how far she could go, or was she just fucking with me?
I lowered my head and took in her scent….. perhaps the smell of his spunk as well. I then lapped at her creamy cunt like a kitten laps at a bowl of warm milk. She held my head in place and quickly came, coating my face with her juices. I then tried to take as much into my mouth and hold it when she yelled out:
“Fuck me” she yelled, “Quickly, fuck me.”
I moved up and plunged into her sticky opening.
“You love me this wet” she asked, “don’t you?”
My mouth was full of the sticky concoction, so I didn’t answer, I only smiled.
“Fuck me, Baby” she encouraged me, “Fuck me and give me a taste.”
Where her last comment slightly startled me, I was way too worked up to stop. She then brought her knees up to her chest to invite me in deeper as I slammed into her even harder!
“Fuck me hard!” she chanted, “Go as deep as you can…. Can you feel it?”
I was now taken back… Was she referring to me feeling the depths of her vagina or did she know that I knew? Did she suspect that I could feel her previous lover’s cum? I certainly didn't want to stop, at that moment, and question her intent.
I was also certain that I could feel the warm contents of her recently-fucked pussy… her lover’s sperm already swimming within her cavity. Yes, I was certain that I could feel his hot cum encasing my pistoning cock. What an amazing feeling - dipping my cock into another man's cum inside my own wife! His warmth coating my hot, hard cock! I leaned down to kiss her and offer her the contents of my mouth. As our faces got close, she smiled and added:
“I’m so glad that you enjoy this as much as I do” she commented with her beautiful smile, “I can tell that you do. Now fill me up!””
My lips pressed against her open mouth and the sticky mixture, this time even more than the first time, drained from my lips down into her hungry mouth. As she greedily swallowed, my cock began to throb and spasm as my balls pulled up tightly against me.
As I erupted, I swear that as she screamed out, not only did she say “fill me up” but that she added a “too” on the end!
'Did she just tell me to fill her up too?' I thought to myself.
I shot stream after stream into her clenching womb and then I collapsed on top of her.
We lay panting, sweaty and satiated and as we calmed, she playfully stroked my ass cheeks with her fingertips, sending goosebumps all over my ass.
“I’m glad that you’re not angry about me working late, Honey” she said sincerely. “Because this work project may be going on for some time” she added. “At least, once a week for the foreseeable future.”
As I lifted my head and we made eye contact, she smiled and placed her hands on each of my shoulders. She then applied slow yet constant pressure to my shoulders, signaling what she wanted. As I slid down her body, I tried to take one of her luscious nipples into my mouth, yet she applied firmed pressure.
“No Baby” she said softly, “all the way down …”
To be continued….
My wife was in her mid 20s, was very shapely and had breasts and nipples that screamed for attention. He was in his early 30s, muscular and charming. His Latino heritage was evident in his smile and charisma. I could clearly understand why women found him attractive.
There was an obvious physical attraction between them both, along with the ongoing flirtations. Yet the intensity of the way that their eyes connected made me believe that there was more to it than harmless flirtations.
On one particular evening, we hosted a party at our house. It was a vanilla event, but, as usual, much alcohol was consumed. As the night got late, more and more guests said their goodnights and left. He had to work an early shift the next morning and she suggested that he spend the night at our house since we were very close to their work location. I agreed and went off to bed as she showed him to the guest room. I noticed that my wife did not join me immediately and seemed to be taking a long time making up the guest bed. After about 20 minutes and she was still not in bed beside me, I became even more suspicious, so I cautiously crept down the hall. As I approached the partially closed guest’s bedroom door, I heard my wife’s muffled moans. She was on top of him and her back was to the door. They never noticed me watching from the doorway. She appeared naked and was slumped over his torso, slowly gyrating her hips on his crotch. I could only imagine that he was buried all the way up inside of her. The little whimpers escaping from her mouth told me that she was struggling to contain her excitement and ultimate orgasm. His hands were now visible as they caressed her naked ass cheeks, spreading and pulling on them as though attempting to pull her hard onto his erection. I watched and listened for a while and then noticed my own very hard cock sticking straight out. She then collapsed all of her weight on top of him and I heard her cry out into his chest as she came hard. Funny what I remember about the view from my vantage point: as she climaxed, her little anal ring spasmed and convulsed as his cock was visible up her vagina. She must have cum quite hard! He was still gently and quietly thrusting his hips up into her spread thighs. I backed away and crept back into our bed. I was jealous yet fully and intently aroused. I just lay there thinking about what I had seen and what they were doing now. My wife, probably thinking that I was fast asleep, took her time and enjoyed some post-fuck cuddling with her boyfriend.
Eventually, I heard movement in the hallway and I pretended to be asleep. She was very quiet as she entered our bedroom, probably not wanting to take a chance and awaken me. I felt her slip in bed beside me, just as I heard the front door open and quickly close… most likely him leaving the house for work. As I lay there, I noticed how quickly my wife’s heart was racing…. After all, she had just fucked a co-worker only 30 feet away in the bed down the hall and now she lay next to her husband in our marriage bed. I was being very still and eventually heard her breathing calm and she drifted off to sleep. I the rolled toward her and leaned slightly on top of her. It’s then that I noticed that she was topless and wearing only her panties. The red, post orgasmic blush still covered her bare chest between her breasts – her nipples still hard and almost irresistible. She stirred but I was already sliding down and kissing her tummy. My left leg parted her thighs and she froze! Was it fear that I was about to notice her freshly-fucked pussy? I swear that she stopped breathing completely as I peeled her panties down. She then tried to guide me away, claiming that she was tired, had too much to drink, or some other bullshit excuse, but I persisted. I kissed her tummy and she began to protest. I’m sure that not only was she half asleep and not wanting to wake, but I also imagine that she was VERY concerned about me possibly discovering, by the physical evidence, that she had just fucked another guy! Before she knew it, the flat of my tongue did a long, slow lap up her slit. She again froze… perhaps in fear, perhaps in excitement. I lifted my head and looked up at her face. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking back at me for my reaction.
“No Honey” she protested, “I’m very tired.”
‘… and no doubt nervous that I’ll find out that you fucked your boyfriend!’ I thought to myself.
I quickly again covered the outside of her vulva with the flat of my tongue and she immediately froze again. I moved my tongue very lowly as the flat of my tongue was now covering her very wet and sticky vulva…. And her body completely tensed – not typical of how she normally reacted to oral sex. Yes, she knew that her pussy was full of his fresh cum and she didn’t know how I would react.
I knew that I had two choices: Call her out as the slut that she was OR pretend that I didn’t notice.
“What the Fuck?” I asked,
“Um, I….” she stammered…. “Oh Honey, I…”
“You’re absolutely soaked down here!” I cut off her possible confession.
I smiled up at her and lowered my face for a second long, slow lick of her drippy folds. She began to pant, not knowing what to do. Her chest lifted and collapsed as my tongue opened her folds and I explored her still smoldering cunt. I’m sure that she figured that I would know why she was so wet….and know for sure... and any moment now. I, on the other hand, wondered if he had used a condom to fuck my wife, but then again, his Latino roots probably discouraged that. She seemed to almost hyperventilate as I probed her slippery, syrupy folds with my tongue. I was convinced that I could still feel the heat from their fucking… the friction of his cock sliding up and into my wife’s fuck-hole was still present as I licked her. The lack of condom was also now evident as I could suddenly taste the remnants of her lovers cum still within the walls of her vagina. Her body now betrayed her, and as her excitement intensified, her vagina contracted and seemed to push out more and more of her lover’s seed. I licked, slurped and swallowed as quickly as I could and then probed deeper.
I continued to tenderly lick at her folds and dip my tongue deep within her hole. She began to relax and enjoy the post-fuck cleanup in spite of her fear of discovery. Her climax erupted hard and loud. She screamed out as she grabbed at my head and pulled my mouth hard against her crotch. Naturally, a mixture of her cum along with what remained of his seed, coated my mouth and face. I held as much of the gooey mixture inside my mouth as I could as I lifted my torso and moved up her body. She reached for me and guided my hard cock into her pussy and I easily drove my rock had cock into her still spasming vaginal walls. She screamed out again as I sunk all the way into her. I was holding myself above her, my arms fully extended, as I watched the total bliss on her face. I swear that I could feel her previous lover’s hot, slippery cum encasing my cock as I thrusted in and out of my wife. The image of his cum and mine, both mixing in her womb was too much for me. Her eyes eventually opened, and she looked up at me, my hips trusting and slamming into her. I lowered my face to hers to kiss her full on the mouth. She was apprehensive at first, since she didn’t know if I really knew, but then she kissed me back. As we kissed, I used my tongue to pry her lips open and I allowed the contents of my mouth, the mixture of her cum, along with what remained of his creamy seed, into her open mouth… just as my balls tightened up against me and I shot my load into my slut-wife’s well used and spasming pussy.
I rolled off of her and we lay there panting. No words were spoken, and we eventually drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, her head was on my chest and she was gently playing with my chest hairs.
“Are you oaky?” she asked, with a very uncertain, almost guilty tone in her voice.
“Of course, I am” I replied in an excited fashion, pretending not to be aware her act of indiscretion last night. “That was amazing last night. Did it really happen as I remember or was it a dream?”
“Maybe a bit of both” my wife replied, feeling a bit of relief, I imagine. “It was very late and we both had quite a bit to drink.’
“You were more wet than I can ever remember.” I added. “I’ve NEVER seen you so WET!”
“Yes” she replied, with a bit of tension in her voice, “You seemed to like that a lot. And you were harder than I ever remember.” She added, as if trying to deflect.
“Yea, I do love it when you’re wet for me!” I added, still sure that my wife had no idea that I knew, “Can’t wait to do that again.”
“Noted” my wife replied with a smile.
I then tried to guide her onto her back, since I was getting hard again as I recounted the night before, but my wife resisted.
“I’m a bit sore this morning, Honey” she said.
She reached up, kissed me on the cheek and added “perhaps later?”
She then got up out of bed and headed for the shower. As she walked away, I wondered how she would play this and if she would confess or continue to trow me off of the truth… The truth that she has been fucked only minutes before she lay with me, her husband… and that she was almost caught with his cum still in her pussy!
… Did she think that she got away with it? Did she even know that I knew?
A week later, as she was leaving the house for work, she mentioned that she would be working late that evening… very late.. perhaps not returning until after midnight. A project, she explained, and that others were involved. She added that I probably shouldn’t wait up. I kissed her and told her that I’d probably be in bed and happy to see her whenever she got home.
Sometime after midnight, I heard the garage door. I pretended to be asleep as she crept into the bedroom, undressed and slid into bed beside me. As before, she was topless and only wearing panties. And as before her heart was racing. She touched me softly, feeling for my cock. Naturally I was rock-hard. She leaned down and flicked my nipple with her tongue as she gently stroked my cock. I moaned out and my cock throbbed in her hand.
“How was your evening?” I asked.
“I don’t want to talk about work” she said, still trying to mislead me. “but remember how you like it when I’m so wet?” she added. “I’m really wet right now…..”
I guided her on her back and striped off her black panties. Yep, her panties were VERY wet. In fact, a dollop of thick white cream was easily visible on the crotch of the black material. Perhaps too thick to be just her own excitement?She blushed slightly as she saw me checking out her panties and then flashed that sexy smile as I imagined that she had just been filled up.
Did she know that I knew or was she seeing how far she could go, or was she just fucking with me?
I lowered my head and took in her scent….. perhaps the smell of his spunk as well. I then lapped at her creamy cunt like a kitten laps at a bowl of warm milk. She held my head in place and quickly came, coating my face with her juices. I then tried to take as much into my mouth and hold it when she yelled out:
“Fuck me” she yelled, “Quickly, fuck me.”
I moved up and plunged into her sticky opening.
“You love me this wet” she asked, “don’t you?”
My mouth was full of the sticky concoction, so I didn’t answer, I only smiled.
“Fuck me, Baby” she encouraged me, “Fuck me and give me a taste.”
Where her last comment slightly startled me, I was way too worked up to stop. She then brought her knees up to her chest to invite me in deeper as I slammed into her even harder!
“Fuck me hard!” she chanted, “Go as deep as you can…. Can you feel it?”
I was now taken back… Was she referring to me feeling the depths of her vagina or did she know that I knew? Did she suspect that I could feel her previous lover’s cum? I certainly didn't want to stop, at that moment, and question her intent.
I was also certain that I could feel the warm contents of her recently-fucked pussy… her lover’s sperm already swimming within her cavity. Yes, I was certain that I could feel his hot cum encasing my pistoning cock. What an amazing feeling - dipping my cock into another man's cum inside my own wife! His warmth coating my hot, hard cock! I leaned down to kiss her and offer her the contents of my mouth. As our faces got close, she smiled and added:
“I’m so glad that you enjoy this as much as I do” she commented with her beautiful smile, “I can tell that you do. Now fill me up!””
My lips pressed against her open mouth and the sticky mixture, this time even more than the first time, drained from my lips down into her hungry mouth. As she greedily swallowed, my cock began to throb and spasm as my balls pulled up tightly against me.
As I erupted, I swear that as she screamed out, not only did she say “fill me up” but that she added a “too” on the end!
'Did she just tell me to fill her up too?' I thought to myself.
I shot stream after stream into her clenching womb and then I collapsed on top of her.
We lay panting, sweaty and satiated and as we calmed, she playfully stroked my ass cheeks with her fingertips, sending goosebumps all over my ass.
“I’m glad that you’re not angry about me working late, Honey” she said sincerely. “Because this work project may be going on for some time” she added. “At least, once a week for the foreseeable future.”
As I lifted my head and we made eye contact, she smiled and placed her hands on each of my shoulders. She then applied slow yet constant pressure to my shoulders, signaling what she wanted. As I slid down her body, I tried to take one of her luscious nipples into my mouth, yet she applied firmed pressure.
“No Baby” she said softly, “all the way down …”
To be continued….
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