I went about my business, resisting the urge to play with myself. Why was I so turned on?
Another two hours passed and I was getting a little worried. The hotel was only a 20 minute drive away but still no sign. 30 minutes later I saw your car pull into the driveway.
You came in, kicked off your shoes and threw your arms around me. You had tears in your eyes and started apologising. When I’d calmed you down you kissed me passionately. I reassured you everything was ok and nothing had changed between us.
I took off your jacket and started pulling off your top but you stopped me and said you wanted a quick shower first. There was no way I wanted to stop now and I kissed you again. You protested again but I kissed my way down your neck, peeled off your top and moved to your breasts.
I could tell how turned on you were as you reached into my pants and took out my hard, throbbing cock. I slid my hands into your jeans and grabbed your bum, pulling you into me. When I unzipped your jeans you came to your senses and pushed me away.
A: I’m so sorry but I can’t. I need to tell you something. I’ve not been completely truthful with you. I did kiss him but there was more. When he kissed me I couldn’t stop myself. We ended up in my room and I had sex with him.
I had no idea how to respond. My heart was pounding, I was jealous and a little upset but my cock was also giving away that this was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
Before you could say another word I kissed you again. I kissed your neck and I could hear you gasping and moaning gently. You pushed me back and told me to take my clothes off. Your eyes went straight to my cock which was rock hard and dripping wet. You kneeled over me and kissed me again and asked why I was so turned on. I couldn’t explain and could only blush and say it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
You looked and acted differently and I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it or not but you smelled of sex. You grabbed my cock and slowly stroked me and told me what had happened, how turned on you’d been, how much you wanted him and how it felt to fuck another man. I told you I wished I could have been there to see it and to be with you afterwards whilst desperately trying not to cum.
“You can see now”
Me: “what do you mean?”
You stood and unbuttoned your jeans one button at a time and slowly slid them off. You looked amazing standing there in just a pair of black knickers. You slowly ran a finger down to your pussy and gently rubbed yourself and then put your finger to my lips. You were soaked, even through your knickers. I gently licked your finger and tasted your wetness. You tasted amazing but different somehow.
You: Do you like that?
Me: I love it. I want to taste you properly
You: I want you to but there’s something else you need to know and I really hope this is ok but we were both so caught up in the moment that we didn’t use condoms. I showered this morning but after your message saying how turned on you were this morning we kind of ended up back in bed.
Me: so you’ve just fucked him again?
You: yes. Is that ok? I couldn’t resist and really wanted to feel him inside me again. After we finished I realised the time, quickly dressed and headed straight home
Me: Now I really NEED to taste you
You: Really? Don’t you want me to shower first? I’m really wet down there
Me: No, I’m serious, please
With that you stepped forwards until you were inches from my face as I sat on the edge of the bed. I could see the glistening wet patch on your knickers. You put your hand on the back of my head and gently pulled me towards your pussy.
My heart was pounding, was I really going to lick my wife’s wet used pussy. I could smell sex. My lips and nose touched the wet material and you moaned instantly
You: Does that turn you on you dirty boy?
I couldn’t answer. I just wanted to keep doing what I was doing. You pushed my head back and slowly pulled your knickers away from your pussy. A string of juice (yours, his?) stuck to your knickers and then dripped
You: Can you see how wet he made me? I need you to clean me up because your wife’s pussy is full of another man’s cum.
You took your knickers off slowly and picked them up. You lifted them to my face and held my head and rubbed the sticky mess over my mouth and told me to lick. There was no doubt now what I could taste and I couldn’t get enough.
I could see how wet your pussy was as you threw the knickers to one side, pushed me back onto the bed and straddled my face. I could feel your heat and see just how wet and swollen your pussy was as you slowly lowered yourself onto my mouth. I stuck out a tongue and gently ran it over the length of your pussy. You reached down and spread your pussy and I couldn’t resist any longer and slid my tongue inside you and as I did my tongue was coated in cum. It ran into my mouth and tasted amazing. I could taste you too but mostly it was the hot sticky cum of another man.
You started telling me how he’d fucked you, how he’d made you cum and how big his cock was. You described how amazing it felt to have such a big thick cock in your married pussy and how much you’d needed it for so long.
I asked if I could fuck you. You said no as you were too stretched and sore but you wanted to cum on my face instead. You were so close to cumming, pushing your used pussy all over my face. Eventually I could feel you throb as your pussy exploded in orgasm, your hands on the back of my head .
When you eventually got off I was soaked. Cum was drying on my face as you lay next to me. I so badly wanted to be inside you, to fill your pussy like he had. I climbed between your legs and slid my cock over your pussy lips. You grabbed it and stopped me from slipping inside, slowly stroking me instead, teasing me. After a few moments you guided me to your hole and I slipped inside. You felt so hot and wet and immediately my cock exploded inside you.
You: so how was that, are you sure you’re ok with what happened?
Me: I loved it, I’ve never been so turned on in all my life
You: Good because it’s going to happen again….. |
