Preface: This continually growing series was written in mind for those who are very turned on by their wife being caught flirting, cheating, and often is secretly encouraging such. I'm picking this series back up thanks to the original requestor who has graciously offered to make these posts available to all. Enjoy.
The next day, I'm in the kitchen with your shirt on...one of my fav things to wear - it smells so good, so like you. Barefoot, tiptoes, dancing around, happy, making coffee.
A small grin crosses over my face as I look over at the coffee table and recall earlier. I feel my thighs warming and lean against the counter to generate some relief pressure on my hips.
My top teeth bite over my bottom lip and I peek around to see if you have awakened.
No sound...so I reach my hands down below your shirt to feel on my exposed smooth cunt and my clit instantly throbs at the soothing touch. My exterior lips are slightly sore. I grin at the pleasurable pain.
My throbbing sensation heightens and is somewhat overwhelming in the morning. Intense even. I can feel the moisture start to build. I reach a finger on my outer labium to trace the satin silk that has gathered and then peek again to see if you are up.
Not yet.
While the coffee brews, I raise your shirt to fully explore myself. The cool air rushes through and sends goosebumps jumping up my arms. I then use my fingers to spread my lips and begin to explore...a soft, low moan escapes my mouth, and my nipples perk. I press further and use the palm of my hand to push on my hood while I probe and penetrate now with two fingers inside to help soothe the ache that's increasing...stroking faster now, pressing my body against the counter, forgetting I’m in the kitchen. I can hear the moisture and the slopping sound of my fingers inside my walls working. I can feel the pressure start to build and my leg starts to tremble.
I try to reach up to cup a breast but need that hand to hold my balance on the counter...the hand inside of me starts to move with a furious shake and extensive pressure, forced and felt deep inside the furthest reaches of my womb. My fingers feel coated, slick, and sticky with creamy moisture. I am so ready...so wet...and as I release the counter to find my ripen flesh, my chest fills with inhales of air... my skin is covered with a flush of rosy red. The emotional burst caught me by surprise, and I look down to see my cleavage is bright red from the orgasm.
I get composure of myself, attempt to wash my hand in the sink, and then splash a small amount of water on my chest to cool down. I pour two cups of coffee and slowly walk back to the bedroom, slow short steps coated by inner thigh remnants. You’re awake. Surprised - I was about to wake you...you look at me and ask in a suspicious voice as to what I have been doing?
I can feel my face get warm again as I mutter "getting coffee".
As I walk up to give you your mug, you catch my hand, the one that's been inside of my pussy, and a reflex makes me tug it back, you pull firmer and then bring my fingers up to your nose to inspect them.
A face is made…an expression. You ask me again...what was I doing?
I admit I was touching myself.
You remove the cups from my hand. Then turn me around to face the bed and bend me over so my hands are on the sheets, but my legs are still on the floor. You slowly pull up your shirt to expose my rear and then place my legs apart.
I can feel the air and the tension as your hand slowly smooths over my thighs, then my ass, and then down to my inner thigh. You run your finger up, slowly, over my rims and feel they are still wet...still warm. Your hand traces up over my ass crack - I can feel a finger linger over my but hole. The lingering makes me tense up a little and then a pause. A long agonizing pause with no words, no movement, nothing, I start to wonder if you've left, walked away, that kind of long pause…before your hand abruptly rises and then there is a firm hard SLAP that falls and stings hard on my ass.
A yelp falls out of my mouth and my cheek burns.Â
I gasp! The pleasure of your firm spank has my cheek tingling and the sensation running down to the flesh of my pussy.
Your hand sits firm in place and presses on the tingling stinging spot and all I want to do is arch my back and lean slightly so your fingertip can get closer to the throb, so it can get closer to my craving lips and briefly dip that fingertip inside of me to make this yearning feel even better.
I bit my lip. Close my eyes as I feel your hand raise again.
A long pause in the air behind me and then a spank that's below the cheek. A spank that cups below the meat of my ass and slightly bites so close to my lips that I bounce and wince.
The ache and throbbing sensation have returned and have me squirming and you warn me to be still.
I grin and purposely wiggle some more.
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Preface: this continually growing series was written in mind for those who are very turned on by their wife being caught flirting, cheating, and often is secretly encouraging such. In previous chats, she, her, me, the wifey came home from what she said was hanging out with the girls but when she kisses her husband, she tastes suspicious. Naturally, the inquisition starts, and she finally confesses...but the husband is not convinced she won't do it again or that this particular incident is over. ----- Sitting in the car...hella traffic, on my way home from work. Thinking. I'm still a little annoyed that you didn’t believe me when I told you that, I’m not going to make a mistake like that again. It was purely a one-time thing…just curiosity on my part…mostly. Thinking has me reminiscing back to the moment and a reminder of what the stranger’s cock tasted like, how it felt in the back of my throat and then hearing his moans as I swallowed him, dipping my head up and down, hand wrapped around his shaft while the other hand balanced my body and then how good my lips felt wrapped around his head. Hot ropes shot into the back of my throat.
I make a hard swallow and shifting in the car seat. I can feel myself getting aroused. My breasts are heavy with the memory flashes and my nipples become swollen again visible through my sheer bra and blouse.
I arrive home and pull up in the driveway next to an unknown car, but I pay no mind since I’m more concerned with my breasts peeking through, which I’m confident you’ll notice. I walk in, look for you to extend a generous greeting, and debate how I’m going to remove your pants to fill this ache I've revived.
I find you sitting on the couch, with a guest, whose back is towards me. You grin a welcome towards me and the guest turns around to reveal the same stranger from the other night whose cock was in my mouth. I can feel my cheeks getting uncontrollably red with surprise and my eyes widen.
You stand up and approach me slowly, calmly, so sexy…and inform me quietly that while you’re confident I have no intention of doing such naughty things again, you want to be “reassured” by getting all curiosity out of my system.
I’m hesitant, as your hand reaches for my neck to move my collar, then traces down my clavicle, exposes my bra strap … then a finger lingers down to my chest. My breath raises with pleasure at your touch, goosebumps cover me, and my nipples perk through, eager, aggressive, ravenous for a touch.
You continue down my arm, then gently take my hand and walk me over to confirm the stranger and introduce him. Like I don't know who the f0ck he is. You sit me down on the coffee table, after which you turn around and return to your chair and sit. Your hand finds your chin and you look at him with a head nod and approval.
I’m still slightly confused but find the stranger standing up and walking toward me. Now standing in front of me, he unzips his pants, and they fall to his ankle; he reaches for his c0ck with one hand and then my chin with the other. He tugs them together and rubs the tip of his head on my slightly cracked lips.
I pull back slightly but he pulls my chin in and continues. Then he asks me to show my husband how I sucked him.
I look over to see you watching. Calm. Unphased.
I'm uneasy, but still so very much yearning; I crack my lips slightly to allow the tip to feel inside. Stranger pushes my lips open more with a slight hip thrust and I can feel saliva gathering inside my mouth as he glides in over my tongue. He presses forward with a baritone moan until he reaches the back of my throat …just like the last time. My body starts to instantly ache, remembering, pulsing, wanting. I close my eyes, press my head forward and take him in deep; eyes still close with the memory running ravenous, my hand comes up to str0oe him while I suck and demonstrate how much I want him again…him…and his hot ropes... again and again.
The room fills with sloppy sounds and I hear you shift in your chair. My eye cracks and I peek to see you're still watching. Approval has crossed your face. It's my opportunity to look up at Stranger. Approval is empowering and his face squinting is encouraging. I’m determined to drain everything of him. My head springs into action, back and forth with suction pulling from inside my mouth. I can hear you moan from afar. A deep moan that reminds me you’re in the room yet again. My eyes look at you in search of concern. You’re still calm. Your pleasure is visible under your pants.
I reach down to cup the stranger, his tip piercing my cheek as I continue to suck and glaze. His moans are present, they increase, and his hands roam to the back of my head. His fingers are firm, large, they spread, and his palm pushes, then pulls me onto him at a faster pace; faster…now shoving my face and making me gag slightly with sounds of him searching for relief.
I hear you move towards me and kneel near the coffee table. You reach under my pencil skirt and gently remove my satin panties. I feel your hand glide back up my legs, over my inner thighs, and find my wet silky folds. The pleasure of your fingers touching my lips makes me feel so good - makes me open my stance wider for more. Your head finds my lap and you lick on my folds and begin to circle over my clit in a teasing manner. Then a finger is inserted inside my warm wet cunt; a wet slopping sound emerges. With my mouth full, my body starts to rock over your hands, wet moisture drizzling out of me. Your other hand frees my breasts and pinches my nipple. I’m so wet, horny, and in need of you inside of me right now.
You stand up, release your cock from your pants, and place it near my face so I can grab it and enjoy both shafts extending my cheeks, fighting for space. Both cocks, rock hard, in my mouth, stretch lips, and the taste of enjoyment flows from one. My hands stroke on both, pumping, gliding up and down while shafts stab and bounce off my tongue, puncturing my throat. The throbbing is intense.Â
I lay back on the table with you still in my mouth, and Stranger stops to drop to his knees. He grabs my hips and takes my pussy in his face and begins to sip, savor, lick, and finger with the same determination as I had on his swollen cock. The pleasure is fervent, and I can feel my leg trembling.
Your hands roam down my body and you instruct Stranger to enter me. He stands up quickly, anxious, aligns his erect veiny head between my legs, and then slowly shoves inside the warm fissure, making me gasp with pleasure. My back arches immediately in search of that sensation, that spot, that tantalizing cum.
You stop… stand back to watch again.
Stranger has grabbed the fleshy parts of my hips and is slowly pulling out to push back in while using his hands to grip and guide me. His pace rises as I get wetter; the sounds of slop fill the room, my walls clenching around him…pumping faster…the sound of sweat, wetness, and bodies smacking, and my moans are in the air. My body begins to shudder, walls begin to secrete, and my thighs start to shake as that first gush escapes me.
Stranger moans and continues to thrust in search of more. I open my eyes to watch his shaft sliding in and out of me…then look over to see your eyes watching. Watching my face, looking at my red flush chest and swollen nipples.
I want to cum again but stop Stranger so I can turn around on all fours. I let the Stranger reenter me and pound harder; this time his body stretched deep inside of me from the angel. I can barely take all of Stranger. I feel all of my walls quake and then another spray, running down my leg. He pulls my hips onto him, deeper, slower, shallow, and then releases inside of me as far deep as his hips can press; a pleasurable pause, moans, and a collapse against the table.
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