Susannah tells me about her 'fabulous' f
My heart beats faster when I am at the races with a hundred quid riding on a horse; I get a thrill from hitting a great golf shot and like all men I quiver when I see a beautiful woman. A fabulous sunset fills me with pleasure and when my favourite soccer team scores, I'm bursting with delight. But nothing is so agonisingly exciting as waiting for my wife to come home after a date.
My first story describes how I discovered that Susannah had cheated on me after three years of marriage (I'm the lucky one, she is 20 years younger), and the mixture of feelings and emotions I endured. But by far the most intense emotion was one of lust! I can't tell you how many times I wanked privately at the thought of her being pleasured by another man before I confessed that far from being angered by her illicit encounter, I was aroused beyond belief.
It opened up a whole new world for both of us. and knowing what effect it had on me, she would sometimes tell me things she remembered from her very full and active sex life before we met.. these turned me on no end and always resulted in the kind of stiff and strong erection I sometimes find hard to achieve.
Over time she gave me more details of her illicit encounter in a car, and it never failed to excite me as she described the feelings that flushed through her body as she was taken by that young Asian man while I waited for her to come home, never guessing for one moment that while I was flicking through the television channels, she was swooning at the feeling of a strong young cock ploughing into her sopping married pussy.
Since then she has had many adventures, and has shared some of her stories with me. Sometimes when she returns from a date she is too tired, or tipsy, or both. I think she had two dates with different men before she gained enough confidence to tell me about it straight afterwards, and that was a mind-blowingly erotic experience for me.
I knew she was going on a date. She had a long bath beforehand, blow-dried her shoulder-length blonde hair and dressed right in front of me in the bedroom, making all her own decisions about what to wear... hold-up black stockings with lacy tops, black silky knickers and matching bra, a black clingy dress with see-through lace along the arms and around the neckline, modest heels.... she looked sensational but when I tried to embrace her she pushed me away gently, saying that's for later, maybe. Our conversation was matter-of-fact but I could tell there was a sense of excitement in her voice.
I asked her where she was going and she said, that's for later also but not to worry about her as she would be in good hands and not to wait up as she would be late. She also told me not to text her though she would text me if she needed to contact me for any reason.
Well, she left, and my heart was racing from the moment she climbed into her taxi and sped away. I tried to watch television, listen to music, but I was so distracted. I ended up watching porn and wondering what she would be doing at that moment. Between intermittent wanking I tried to read, tried to sleep. Always my thoughts would wander towards Susannah and what she was doing at that moment. Flashes of imagery shot through my head every other moment.
Then came the moment when I heard a taxi draw up outside out block of flats. I looked out the window and there she was... I rushed into bed, turned off the side light and waited. I looked at the clock and it was gone 2am.
I heard her keys turn in the lock, heard the clink of her heels on the floor, heard her pour a drink. Then she came to the bedroom, and I could just see the shape of her silhouette undressing, peeling off everything except her knickers and bra. Felt the heat of her body as she climbed in beside me.
I feigned sleep, but it was no good. I pretended to be woken by her arrival, pretended to be bleary eyed.
I asked her if she had a good evening, she said yes. I asked her if she had met a man, expecting her to say yes, but I will tell you about it tomorrow. She just said, yes. I took my courage in both hands and asked her if she had been fucked, and to my surprise she said, what do you think. At this moment she took hold of my hand and placed it between her open legs and inside her knickers. What I felt made my hair stand on end.. and something else as well.
The hairs of her pussy, usually so soft and smooth, were dry and crinkly to my touch with juices that had dried. My knuckles felt dampness in her silky knickers, and her slit, which usually requires attention before getting wet, was slick with love slime. I think I gasped, my heart beating like a hammer as I realised I was touching my lovely wife's pussy not long after it had been used by another man.
Then she whispered 'I was a real slut for him'. It took my breath away and made my heart race, there in the darkness with her warm body against me. I tried to play it cool. Where did you meet, I asked her. In a bar, she replied. A few drinks and then he took me to his flat in Camden, she said.
I asked her what he was like, I wanted to try to picture the scene. Oh, tall dark and very very handsome she said, giggling a little, and stilll in his twenties (she was 37 at the time). I was swallowing hard, she was a little as well as this was new territory for both of us, her describing the man she had been with on the very night it happened.
She encouraged me to put two fingers in her pussy and said, that's what he did while we were standing up in the living room. I asked her if he made her cum like that and she said yes, very quickly, I really fancied him. I told her that her pussy felt like a cunt, a word she uses only when really aroused, and she said, yes, it was his cunt for the taking.
The next hour passed in an erotic, dreamlike haze. She told me how he had kissed her the moment they entered the flat, how she had responded
I asked her what happened after he fingered her and she described how he had continued to caress her slit with his hand in her knickers and smear her wet juices along her slit, giving her what she said was a gorgeous sensation all over her body. And then he led her to the bedroom, and as they stood there by the bed she reached down to feel his erection through his trousers, strong and stiff, thick and long. She was in a frenzy of excitement as she unzipped him as they kissed, and then he freed himself of his clothing and pushed her back on the bed.
She started to undress and he said, don't do that, which surprised her, but he immediately opened her legs and bent down to taste her pussy, so wet from his fingering, pulling he knickers to the side to lap furiously at her willing cunt. It was so lovely, darling, she told me. She was aware of his impressive cock, slick with pre-cum, rubbing against her leg and wanted to reach for it but before that could happen, he climbed on top of her and felt his shaft stabbing at her pussy lips.
''I'm so sorry, I just had to open my legs for him'' she said. And then felt her sloppy cunt lips being pushed apart by his cock head before he slipped two, then three inches into her and began a slow delicious rythmic fucking that had her on the edge of another orgasm within minutes.
As she described how he fed more and more cock into her she would moan softly at the thought of it, my fingers still inside her but obviously no match for what she had experienced earlier. No wonder! Her cunt was so soft and slimey that I doubt she even felt me. She was lost in the memory, so recent and so carnal, of lying on his bed fully clothed, feeling his naked body cover her and on the edge of an endless orgasm as he slipped eight or nine inches of his fat meat into her until 'the most intense' orgasm overcame her and she howled out loud with the pleasure of it all.
This, she said, left her feeling like a bitch in heat and for the next hour he fucked her doggy style, then sideways, pieces of her clothing disappearing except for her hold-ups which remained on throughout everything they did. She loved being in the 69 position with him, allowing him to bury his face in her cunt, smelling her scent and tasting her most intimate juices, running free for him to enjoy.
By now I was rock hard and she said, do you want to know how I made him cum. Mmmm, yes, I said, please show me, expecting her to tell me. Instead she climbed on top of me, with her back to me, in what I think they call the reverse cowgirl style, except that she was at an angle which allowed me to perfectly see my six-inch cock splitting her soiled pussy lips... my god what must it have looked like when he was watching his fat eight inches doing the same thing to her, watching her tight little ass button contracting as she orgasmed yet again, and finally filling her with his warm spunk as she bucked against him.
Nor was that the end. For the next hour she sucked while he licked, lovingly kissing his balls, holding his length as he played with her fullsome soft tits, until he was rock hard again and ready to plough her married cunt, the cunt that now enveloped me with its spunky wetness.. I could see his cum coating my cock as she rode me excitedly, more turned on m= I think by the memory of him than by the feel of my inferior weapon sloshing around inside her. She told me my cock felt like two fingers, his felt like four, and she had all four up her in the hallway after they fucked, just as a parting shot
I shot my load of course, to join his... and with a kiss on the lips (I'm sure I could taste him there too) she turned her back to me and went to sleep like a baby. But not before she said 'He was soooo good to me...I must have more of him' Is that okay honey?'
'I'd love to watch you,' I said.
'You never will,' she replied.
My first story describes how I discovered that Susannah had cheated on me after three years of marriage (I'm the lucky one, she is 20 years younger), and the mixture of feelings and emotions I endured. But by far the most intense emotion was one of lust! I can't tell you how many times I wanked privately at the thought of her being pleasured by another man before I confessed that far from being angered by her illicit encounter, I was aroused beyond belief.
It opened up a whole new world for both of us. and knowing what effect it had on me, she would sometimes tell me things she remembered from her very full and active sex life before we met.. these turned me on no end and always resulted in the kind of stiff and strong erection I sometimes find hard to achieve.
Over time she gave me more details of her illicit encounter in a car, and it never failed to excite me as she described the feelings that flushed through her body as she was taken by that young Asian man while I waited for her to come home, never guessing for one moment that while I was flicking through the television channels, she was swooning at the feeling of a strong young cock ploughing into her sopping married pussy.
Since then she has had many adventures, and has shared some of her stories with me. Sometimes when she returns from a date she is too tired, or tipsy, or both. I think she had two dates with different men before she gained enough confidence to tell me about it straight afterwards, and that was a mind-blowingly erotic experience for me.
I knew she was going on a date. She had a long bath beforehand, blow-dried her shoulder-length blonde hair and dressed right in front of me in the bedroom, making all her own decisions about what to wear... hold-up black stockings with lacy tops, black silky knickers and matching bra, a black clingy dress with see-through lace along the arms and around the neckline, modest heels.... she looked sensational but when I tried to embrace her she pushed me away gently, saying that's for later, maybe. Our conversation was matter-of-fact but I could tell there was a sense of excitement in her voice.
I asked her where she was going and she said, that's for later also but not to worry about her as she would be in good hands and not to wait up as she would be late. She also told me not to text her though she would text me if she needed to contact me for any reason.
Well, she left, and my heart was racing from the moment she climbed into her taxi and sped away. I tried to watch television, listen to music, but I was so distracted. I ended up watching porn and wondering what she would be doing at that moment. Between intermittent wanking I tried to read, tried to sleep. Always my thoughts would wander towards Susannah and what she was doing at that moment. Flashes of imagery shot through my head every other moment.
Then came the moment when I heard a taxi draw up outside out block of flats. I looked out the window and there she was... I rushed into bed, turned off the side light and waited. I looked at the clock and it was gone 2am.
I heard her keys turn in the lock, heard the clink of her heels on the floor, heard her pour a drink. Then she came to the bedroom, and I could just see the shape of her silhouette undressing, peeling off everything except her knickers and bra. Felt the heat of her body as she climbed in beside me.
I feigned sleep, but it was no good. I pretended to be woken by her arrival, pretended to be bleary eyed.
I asked her if she had a good evening, she said yes. I asked her if she had met a man, expecting her to say yes, but I will tell you about it tomorrow. She just said, yes. I took my courage in both hands and asked her if she had been fucked, and to my surprise she said, what do you think. At this moment she took hold of my hand and placed it between her open legs and inside her knickers. What I felt made my hair stand on end.. and something else as well.
The hairs of her pussy, usually so soft and smooth, were dry and crinkly to my touch with juices that had dried. My knuckles felt dampness in her silky knickers, and her slit, which usually requires attention before getting wet, was slick with love slime. I think I gasped, my heart beating like a hammer as I realised I was touching my lovely wife's pussy not long after it had been used by another man.
Then she whispered 'I was a real slut for him'. It took my breath away and made my heart race, there in the darkness with her warm body against me. I tried to play it cool. Where did you meet, I asked her. In a bar, she replied. A few drinks and then he took me to his flat in Camden, she said.
I asked her what he was like, I wanted to try to picture the scene. Oh, tall dark and very very handsome she said, giggling a little, and stilll in his twenties (she was 37 at the time). I was swallowing hard, she was a little as well as this was new territory for both of us, her describing the man she had been with on the very night it happened.
She encouraged me to put two fingers in her pussy and said, that's what he did while we were standing up in the living room. I asked her if he made her cum like that and she said yes, very quickly, I really fancied him. I told her that her pussy felt like a cunt, a word she uses only when really aroused, and she said, yes, it was his cunt for the taking.
The next hour passed in an erotic, dreamlike haze. She told me how he had kissed her the moment they entered the flat, how she had responded
I asked her what happened after he fingered her and she described how he had continued to caress her slit with his hand in her knickers and smear her wet juices along her slit, giving her what she said was a gorgeous sensation all over her body. And then he led her to the bedroom, and as they stood there by the bed she reached down to feel his erection through his trousers, strong and stiff, thick and long. She was in a frenzy of excitement as she unzipped him as they kissed, and then he freed himself of his clothing and pushed her back on the bed.
She started to undress and he said, don't do that, which surprised her, but he immediately opened her legs and bent down to taste her pussy, so wet from his fingering, pulling he knickers to the side to lap furiously at her willing cunt. It was so lovely, darling, she told me. She was aware of his impressive cock, slick with pre-cum, rubbing against her leg and wanted to reach for it but before that could happen, he climbed on top of her and felt his shaft stabbing at her pussy lips.
''I'm so sorry, I just had to open my legs for him'' she said. And then felt her sloppy cunt lips being pushed apart by his cock head before he slipped two, then three inches into her and began a slow delicious rythmic fucking that had her on the edge of another orgasm within minutes.
As she described how he fed more and more cock into her she would moan softly at the thought of it, my fingers still inside her but obviously no match for what she had experienced earlier. No wonder! Her cunt was so soft and slimey that I doubt she even felt me. She was lost in the memory, so recent and so carnal, of lying on his bed fully clothed, feeling his naked body cover her and on the edge of an endless orgasm as he slipped eight or nine inches of his fat meat into her until 'the most intense' orgasm overcame her and she howled out loud with the pleasure of it all.
This, she said, left her feeling like a bitch in heat and for the next hour he fucked her doggy style, then sideways, pieces of her clothing disappearing except for her hold-ups which remained on throughout everything they did. She loved being in the 69 position with him, allowing him to bury his face in her cunt, smelling her scent and tasting her most intimate juices, running free for him to enjoy.
By now I was rock hard and she said, do you want to know how I made him cum. Mmmm, yes, I said, please show me, expecting her to tell me. Instead she climbed on top of me, with her back to me, in what I think they call the reverse cowgirl style, except that she was at an angle which allowed me to perfectly see my six-inch cock splitting her soiled pussy lips... my god what must it have looked like when he was watching his fat eight inches doing the same thing to her, watching her tight little ass button contracting as she orgasmed yet again, and finally filling her with his warm spunk as she bucked against him.
Nor was that the end. For the next hour she sucked while he licked, lovingly kissing his balls, holding his length as he played with her fullsome soft tits, until he was rock hard again and ready to plough her married cunt, the cunt that now enveloped me with its spunky wetness.. I could see his cum coating my cock as she rode me excitedly, more turned on m= I think by the memory of him than by the feel of my inferior weapon sloshing around inside her. She told me my cock felt like two fingers, his felt like four, and she had all four up her in the hallway after they fucked, just as a parting shot
I shot my load of course, to join his... and with a kiss on the lips (I'm sure I could taste him there too) she turned her back to me and went to sleep like a baby. But not before she said 'He was soooo good to me...I must have more of him' Is that okay honey?'
'I'd love to watch you,' I said.
'You never will,' she replied.
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