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Infidelity
by Spiller (address defunct)
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A man has a suspicion that his wife is cheating on him.
But soon finds out that it could be a good thing if she
is. (MF, rough)
***
The last 8 or 9 months sex with my wife Kirsten has run
like on turbo, and probably she does not have a clue
that I know what she is doing.
I became suspicious that she was quietly getting herself
a bit of strange cock on the side. I have to admit that
at first I got somewhat jealous, but before long I
realised, that in no way did it spoil our love and sex.
On the contrary. She had become quite a lot more horny
than usual when she was in bed with me, so for a while I
decided to shut up, enjoy the fucking and do nothing
until I was certain.
For many years she had come home from work precise as a
clockwork at 3:30 pm, but now she suddenly 'had to' flex
once a week, usually on Wednesdays, and she would not be
home until six o'clock. She told me all right that she
didn't leave for work until 10:30 on those days, but
that was out of my control, as I would leave at 7:00 in
the morning.
Another change was, that on these Wednesdays she was
rather quick taking a shower as soon as we had had
dinner and the dishes were cleaned and put away. Later,
when she was sitting in our sofa in her housecoat and a
short nightgown I did not need much persuasion to bring
her to bed, and on these occasions she would become
extremely horny. And that was when I got the suspicion.
So one Wednesday evening, when she got home at six
o'clock as usual, I pretended that everything was
business as usual. Again, when the table had been
cleared she made preparations to go to the bathroom, but
I intercepted her right in front of our living room
sofa.
I pushed her down on her back and in a few minutes I had
pulled her slacks and blouse off, and from then on I had
absolutely no doubts. From her greasy panties rose an
unmistakable smell of sex, and when I got my hand down
into them I got sure that she had received a good load
during the afternoon.
I massaged her clitoris and her lovely pointed tits for
a while, and as usual she very quickly got so horny that
there was no way back. She was always like that: When
her cunt starts dripping she loses all her inhibitions
and she just wants to get plenty of cock.
To my great surprise all my jealousy disappeared like
water on a hot stone and instead I got violently horny
at the thought that she had been fucking someone else in
the afternoon.
Soon the devil was brought out in me and quickly I
pulled off her panties and started to kiss my way from
her tits down to her belly and further on to her heavily
smelling cunt. Another sign to make me sure: Normally
she would spread her legs when she feels my tongue is on
its way, but this time she tried to push me away and she
panted, "Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
But no way. I simply had to taste that thoroughly fucked
cunt. I pried her legs open, and when my tongue for the
first time travelled from her vagina up to her clitoris
I could clearly taste that something new was added to
the flavour.
Suddenly she behaved like she was posessed. A few lashes
of my tongue on her clitoris and then I let it wander to
the entrance of her vagina, where I stuck it in as far
as I could. With the tip of my tongue I fished out some
of the juices and sank them, and at that moment she
started yelling, "Damn you! My cunt's on fire! You are a
bloody horny sod, you're making me so horny. Oh my god,
fuck me harder, HARDER! DO IT DO IT!"
By this time I grabbed her wrists, and as I rolled over
until I was stretched out flat on the floor I pulled her
with me and dragged her up until she was straddling my
chest with her cunt right in front of my mouth.
I let go of her wrists and grabbed her arse so I could
pull her the rest of the way up to my mouth. Still I
worked my tongue in and out of her cunt, and now my nose
was rubbing her clit. Now her juices could run right out
of her hole and into my mouth, and the thought that I
was drinking her juice and another guy's semen - right
out of the cunt which up till now had been only mine -
made my cock grow another little bit until it almost
hurt me.
By now Kirsten was completely wild with lust. She moved
her hands up so she could work her tits through, and at
the same time she was grinding her cunt real hard
against my mouth. At the same time her little cries and
her panting changed into yelling. Incoherent words of
cunt, fuck, hell, cock - that her cunt was on fire -
that she was a whore - that she could easily come four
or five times more (I didn't even feel sure she had
already come once).
Suddenly she squeezed her thighs hard around my head and
pressed her cunt so hard on my face that I couldn't
breathe - and then she started shaking all over and she
was yelling without any care that the neighbours could
hear her.
When I couldn't go any longer without air I slapped her
arse hard which made her ease off a little. Then I
pushed her down towards my cock. Her cunt was leaving a
wet trail on my chest and belly, and then she slipped
herself down upon my cock. She was like a hot bath ! Her
cunt was enormous and dripping wet.
When she had lowered herself almost all the way down she
let my long cock push her cervix back and forth, and
then she sunk down the rest of the way. And then she
started fucking me. No other expression will cover. It
was definitely not lovemaking! She'd fuck me with very
fast small movements up and down for a while, and then
she'd pull up so just the head of my cock was inside.
Then she slammed herself down on me so I felt like my
cock was going to come out of her throat. 7 or 8 of
these violent fucks and she'd start coming again. All
the time she was coming she ground her cunt against my
hair and pubic bone so my cock felt most of all like a
spoon stirring a bowl ! of hot soup.
After four or five of these wild fucks she began to look
a bit fucked out, so quickly I grabbed her waist, turned
her round without pulling my cock out of her.
"Now, you well-fucked whore. Pull your legs together and
try to tighten up that wet hole of yours, because I can
hardly feel anything."
"Oh, yes. It's so big and wet," she panted. "And you're
so wonderful in bed."
She pressed her thighs together and did what she could
to tighten the muscles of her vagina, and now I started
to take my own pleasure out of her cunt setting the pace
to give me maximum pleasure. At the same time I talked
dirty to her. "Can you feel I'm using your cunt to
masturbate? I'm using it for MY pleasure. All I want you
to think of is that you want your cunt filled with my
sperm. You have a whore's cunt and it is lovely to pull
my cock off in."
"Oh, yes!" she panted. "Pull it off in my horny cunt.
CUM! Give me your sperm. Do you like it when my cunt is
a whore's cunt? Is it good enough for you?"
She was mewing like a little cat now, and I started
forming pictures of her getting fucked this afternoon,
and in a minute I started to come. With a roar I pushed
all the way in, and when I started spurting into her it
felt like her cunt was vibrating deep inside, - and God
help me if she didn't start coming again.
Exhausted we fell into each other's arms. We talked a
little about how wonderfully horny she had been, and a
little later we were sleeping like two little logs on
the marital bed.
We never mentioned why she had become that horny on
Wednesday number one, but for the last 8 months she has
not been that busy getting her shower after supper and
we have had many a wonderful fuck in the living room,
the bed or wherever we want.
And if one Wednesday night we are a bit tired all I have
to do is to say, "I think it would be nice to feel your
thighs against my cheeks."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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