pulled on his clothes and prepared for a quiet exit.
As I left, I heard the guy whispering, breathless, “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
And my wife telling him, “You’re not so bad yourself…”
In the bedroom I waited, hovering by the window. At last I saw Diana accompanying her lover out to his car, wearing her shirt and her skirt again, while he was fully suited. He opened the car door and then pulled her to him for a kiss, his hands venturing up her skirt.
She said something, and pulled back from him — probably warning him about the neighbors. But she quietly giggled and gave him a flirty smile before he climbed into the car. She drew back in to the house as he pulled out, and I could no longer see her from the bedroom window.
I could hear her come in through the front door, however. Then the sound of her light footsteps darting up the stairs. And there she was, tearing into the bedroom, diving onto the bedroom, in fits of giggles.
“Well you obviously had a good time,” I chuckled. God, how I loved to see her happy.
“Can you believe it?” she said, breathless.
“I guess I don’t have much choice.”
“Oh God, it was so nice…” she said, almost purring.
I moved to the bed, unable to keep away from her. Fascinated by what she’d done, what she’d become. Driven by the most incredible desire for her, this sullied siren of mine.
“Who is he?” I asked her.
She grinned, and turned her hips away from me as she lay there, seeming almost bashful.
“Leland,” she said. “He’s been doing this project with me at work… and I thought he was kinda cute…”
“I get that.”
“We had to work late… and it was just the two of us… and I caught him looking at me…”
“Okay… so you said something to him?”
She flashed her eyes. “I said, ‘you do know I’m married, don’t you’?”
“What did he say to that?”
“He said it didn’t matter to him.”
I knelt down by her on the bed, and she had her back to me, I think perhaps a little self-conscious of herself since she’d just had sex with someone else.
I wanted her, badly. The strong scent of sex clinging to her body only drove me on. I dropped down to kiss her behind, making her giggle, and pull the bedsheets over her. I only tore them away so that I could appreciate her and what she’d just done.
“Hey!” she cried out, but I moved in. I pulled up one of her knees, and now her pussy was available to me, albeit hidden by her panties. I kissed my way over her behind, down to the edge of her soaking underwear, breathing in that strange, devilish smell of horny woman and the man who had fucked her.
For a moment she tried to push me away, but I moaned as I ventured near to her pussy, and it seemed to intrigue her. She stopped pushing me away and started stroking my shoulder as I touched one hand down over her sex, feeling how wet her panties were, how hot her body was.
I parted her buttocks and buried my face in her damp panties, breathing her in, grazing my tongue against the sopping material, before stretching her panties, pulling them aside, sliding my tongue into her unfaithful sex.
In that moment there was nothing as exquisite to me as a woman liberated to sleep with whomever she chose. And nothing so intimate for me as connecting with her like that, my mouth to her sex, even though mere minutes before it had been split by another man’s hard cock.
I experienced their sex close-up, while also claiming her back as my own. She drew in a deep breath and moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her slippery channel, lapping at her clit. But the pressure between my legs spurred me on, and I was soon kneeling up, my hard cock springing out of the fly of my PJs.
“Tonight was the first time?” I asked her.
She nodded. “We were kissing a while,” she said, reaching for my cock as I knelt up against her, her legs stretched up, her ankles either side of my head. “Then I asked if he’d like to take me
As I left, I heard the guy whispering, breathless, “Fuck, you’re incredible.”
And my wife telling him, “You’re not so bad yourself…”
In the bedroom I waited, hovering by the window. At last I saw Diana accompanying her lover out to his car, wearing her shirt and her skirt again, while he was fully suited. He opened the car door and then pulled her to him for a kiss, his hands venturing up her skirt.
She said something, and pulled back from him — probably warning him about the neighbors. But she quietly giggled and gave him a flirty smile before he climbed into the car. She drew back in to the house as he pulled out, and I could no longer see her from the bedroom window.
I could hear her come in through the front door, however. Then the sound of her light footsteps darting up the stairs. And there she was, tearing into the bedroom, diving onto the bedroom, in fits of giggles.
“Well you obviously had a good time,” I chuckled. God, how I loved to see her happy.
“Can you believe it?” she said, breathless.
“I guess I don’t have much choice.”
“Oh God, it was so nice…” she said, almost purring.
I moved to the bed, unable to keep away from her. Fascinated by what she’d done, what she’d become. Driven by the most incredible desire for her, this sullied siren of mine.
“Who is he?” I asked her.
She grinned, and turned her hips away from me as she lay there, seeming almost bashful.
“Leland,” she said. “He’s been doing this project with me at work… and I thought he was kinda cute…”
“I get that.”
“We had to work late… and it was just the two of us… and I caught him looking at me…”
“Okay… so you said something to him?”
She flashed her eyes. “I said, ‘you do know I’m married, don’t you’?”
“What did he say to that?”
“He said it didn’t matter to him.”
I knelt down by her on the bed, and she had her back to me, I think perhaps a little self-conscious of herself since she’d just had sex with someone else.
I wanted her, badly. The strong scent of sex clinging to her body only drove me on. I dropped down to kiss her behind, making her giggle, and pull the bedsheets over her. I only tore them away so that I could appreciate her and what she’d just done.
“Hey!” she cried out, but I moved in. I pulled up one of her knees, and now her pussy was available to me, albeit hidden by her panties. I kissed my way over her behind, down to the edge of her soaking underwear, breathing in that strange, devilish smell of horny woman and the man who had fucked her.
For a moment she tried to push me away, but I moaned as I ventured near to her pussy, and it seemed to intrigue her. She stopped pushing me away and started stroking my shoulder as I touched one hand down over her sex, feeling how wet her panties were, how hot her body was.
I parted her buttocks and buried my face in her damp panties, breathing her in, grazing my tongue against the sopping material, before stretching her panties, pulling them aside, sliding my tongue into her unfaithful sex.
In that moment there was nothing as exquisite to me as a woman liberated to sleep with whomever she chose. And nothing so intimate for me as connecting with her like that, my mouth to her sex, even though mere minutes before it had been split by another man’s hard cock.
I experienced their sex close-up, while also claiming her back as my own. She drew in a deep breath and moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her slippery channel, lapping at her clit. But the pressure between my legs spurred me on, and I was soon kneeling up, my hard cock springing out of the fly of my PJs.
“Tonight was the first time?” I asked her.
She nodded. “We were kissing a while,” she said, reaching for my cock as I knelt up against her, her legs stretched up, her ankles either side of my head. “Then I asked if he’d like to take me
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