Suspicion
Living this double life has its perks, but there is always a risk of being found out.
I was living the dream and I did not want it to end. When Steve was at work, I would fuck, mainly with a few regulars, but there is always a new cock to try in the cock sweet shop.
I tried to be as discrete as I could but living in a small village has its fair share of gossips. Although I tried to meet these big dicked guys at their place, sometimes, because of circumstance, they would come to mine. I told them to park away from my house and walk from down the lane to assure discretion.
Steve and I were down the Rose & Crown one Friday, and I overheard the loud-mouthed mushroom dick Toby saying something about men coming to my house whilst Steve was away. He laughed out loud, “Anyone would think Jenny is having an affair when you are in London Steve”.
I remember feeling embarrassed, and blushing. I wished the ground could swallow me up there and then. Someone has seen some of my big dicks arriving at the house.
I decided to confront Toby. I waited until he was standing at the bar alone.
“What’s this about me having an affair, Toby?”.
He looked shocked.
“It was only a bit of banter. I heard that some men have been to your house”, he replied.
I tried to think of something plausible to say.
“Of course, from time to time when I need something fixed. You know how big the house is, and I’m not good with DIY. You know Steve is in London. I do not appreciate what I heard, and I would kindly ask you to stop”.
The smile faded from his face, and I put him in his place. The last thing I needed was this gobshite blackening my name. What has it got to do with him anyway? He should concentrate on his own affairs in the bedroom and find a way to make his mushroom grow.
Later that evening, Steve asked me,
“There is no truth in anything Toby said is there?”.
“Of course not, he was just playing games with you. You know I take care of the house when you are away in London”.
He seemed to accept my explanation, and that was that for now.
The months passed. It’s a busy life being a hot wife, looking for men, arranging dates, ensuring no-one will see me together with these men. If anyone in the village did, that would be the end of it. This was not an option. It makes the housework busier also. Sometimes, one or two of the guys come to me especially one guy as I do not like his flat. I need to make sure I wash the bed sheets on the Thursday before Steve gets back from London, sometimes they are soaked with a damp patch at the centre of the bed, not making for comfortable sleeping.
One evening Steve returned unannounced on the Thursday evening. I had some things to do and hadn’t had a chance to put the bed sheets in the wash. I was going to do it Friday morning as I normally do. I make sure I have a good fuck on the Thursday to tie me over the weekend until Monday.
I forgot about the bed sheets, and there was a damp puddle of my squirt nearer Steve’s side of the bed.
As we were going to bed, I remembered. “I hope it has dried out by now”, but it takes a while, especially the amount I squirt. He got into bed, and a few seconds later I got what I dreaded.
“What’s that? The bed is wet. There is a damp patch here on my side. Why is the bed wet?”.
The simple reason I was squirting like a water gun a few hours before in this room, but I was not giving him that.
“Oh, I am not sure”
“I would really like to know, what’s going on?”, he said with suspicion in his voice.
I desperately tried to think of a reason.
“I think I had too much to drink last night and may have had an accident”. It seemed plausible enough.
I’ll put some new sheets on in the morning, the other ones are in the wash. The other sheets were still drying for my frolics from Wednesday. I told you it was a full-time job.
“Ok”, he said.
“You sleep on my side, and I will sleep in the spare room”.
Phew! I appeared to have got away with it until now.
Of course, the suspicion grew. A few months later Steve confronted me. I was downstairs in the living room having a cup of coffee. Steve came down holding a pair of my black lace knickers.
“What the fuck have you been doing?”.
He threw the garment down on the chair. I could see the white trails of cum stained onto them. They looked like avant-garde art. Of course, they were the knickers I wore when I met Dwayne and Toni two days ago, Steve must have found them in the laundry basket. Not only did they have one lot of cum leaking from my pussy onto them, but two, and these guys could fill cups with their loads.
“It looks like semen stains”, Steve said
Fuck, he is now suspicious. Even Steve wasn’t that naïve.
“I think you have had a hard week love, it’s not semen stains. I probably had a wet dream. I don’t appreciate you going through my dirty underwear like a pervert”.
There was an atmosphere, he was suspicious, but he left it for now.
Clearly this was toying on Steve’s mind. The following weekend, things were finally dawning on him.
“I think I need to be a bit more sexually adventurous. I would like to try giving you oral sex”.
Well, better late than never. At least it would keep me going until Monday. I let him do it, and showed him what to do, how I liked my clit being licked, sucked, then his tongue entered the inside of my wet pussy. As the weeks progressed, he became quite good at it, and I was getting some sort of satisfaction from his tongue that I could never get from his cock. He would wank for a few seconds afterwards. He was so sex starved and horny he would shoot his load very quickly. I made sure I had cum first. I did cum with Steve, but it was not like the squirts with my big dicked men. My ejaculations were more like dribbles out of my pussy, that Steve enjoyed licking.
A week passed, it was coming up to Christmas. I had been fucking this new guy I met off Fabswingers who is the biggest dick I have had yet. He was in his mid-twenties and when he came, it was like it was never going to stop. I took it all inside my cunt and loved the feeling afterwards.
I fucked this lad in the morning, and an hour after he left, Steve walked through the door.
“What are you doing back so early?”, I said.
“I thought I would come home early and surprise you with my tongue. Let’s go upstairs now”.
“Fuck”, I thought to myself. I could not let Steve go down on my pussy as it was still full of this lads cum. I was relaxing before jumping in the shower and hadn’t had a chance. He was already suspicious, and asking questions how he could satisfy me more, and be a better lover.
I went into the bathroom quickly and dabbed myself with tissue to wipe away this lads wetness. The problem is with fucking big cocks, when you fuck a guy with a really big dick, it goes deep, and the cum drips out for hours afterwards.
I did the best job I could and took my knickers off for Steve to go down on me. He appeared to enjoy it even more. I sensed he knew there was something going on but did not say anything. He was licking my cunt that was still swollen and open wide from earlier on that day. I wonder how many guys knew there are lots of women out there like me, and one could be their wife?
Eventually, the bubble burst. Steve was getting evermore suspicious, and I found him checking my underwear for evidence a couple of times. It is a full-time job having to remember not to wear black underwear as cum stains show up easily.
I had arranged to meet the guy who’s cum Steve licked out of me. He was young, mid-twenties and still living at home having returned from university. I used to fuck him at home, he was one of the few there was no other way, also the neighbours probably just thought he was someone who worked in the house or garden.
I was riding his massive cock reverse cowgirl, and I had my eyes closed as I was rocking up and down. It was Wednesday, and I made sure I would get my fill of dick before the weekend and Steve returned. I don’t know how long he was standing their watching me, but I opened my eyes, and Steve was stood there right in front of me whilst I had 11 inches of thick cock inside me.
He looked shocked, but the only time I have seen him looked more shocked is when the guy got up, picked up his clothes, and walked past Steve with his 11-inch dick still hard. Steve followed it with his eyes.
“Oh dear, you’ve caught me”, I said.
“How long has this been going on?”.
“A few years now, sorry Steve but I love big dick, and yours isn’t big enough”.
That’s the truth of the story, and why I became a hot wife.
There were some frank discussions between Steve and I in the aftermath as you can imagine.
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