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10/12/2007
It was Sunday morning and he was standing in the bathroom, naked, looking at himself in the mirror. He'd got up and left the bedroom very quietly, leaving Barbara still sleeping in bed.
God, it was incredible, it really was, at last his wife had made his long-held dream come true and yesterday evening made him the cuckold he'd so yearned to be.
Why, why did it turn him on so and even as he thought it, he gloried in the knowledge of being so turned on. It made no sense, yet here he was, hoping that his wife of eighteen years had been wetter for this man than she'd been for him, her own husband for years, wet and willing, for another man to fuck her. Why did it turn him on so?
The evidence was there in front of him, his erection, exciting him beyond belief, it was as if he hadn't had it for weeks, and not just a few hours ago when she had returned and he'd lost control. What would it be like when she gave him the graphic descriptions and details that would turn him on even more?
He gripped the sink and closed his eyes as erotic images and pictures of what she must have been doing last night flashed through his mind.
'Jesus, it turns me on.'
He knew what he wanted and had to do and very quietly he returned to the bedroom. She still lay there, sleeping, and he knew she was naked underneath the bedclothes. Carefully, very very carefully, he raised the doona and top sheet at the foot of the bed and so slowly inched his way upward. She wasn't lying on her back but to her side, yet her legs were semi-sprawled and he could see the glorious mound of her soft pubic hair. For a few seconds he paused and closed his eyes yet again, fighting not to immediately enter her. It was the beauty of the detail that so drew him - the thought that just hours ago, another man's fingers had slowly made their way up his wife's legs, that she would have parted her legs for him, and then fingered those outer lips before penetrating her and finger-fucking her, loving the wetness of her, aroused himself, and his wife, all the while moaning, urging him on, and then soon, his hard cock, going deep into her. God it was all he could do to control himself. 'I hope you pushed back against him, he thought.
Three times, three times, fucking her, cuming deep inside her and here was her husband excited and turned on beyond belief at the fact.
"Lick me." Her voice almost made him jump.
"Barbara," he gasped, plunging his mouth down onto her cunt. He licked and tongued and sucked without finesse, almost beside himself with the eroticism of her adultery. She was moaning now, enjoying his oral love-making and fully realising the wonderful power she had.
"I should have let him do this," she said. 'I'll make my next lover."
He groaned and pushed two fingers deep into her, feeling the sides of her cunt and relishing his wife's comment. "Let me find you lovers," he said. "Was he bigger than me?" he added, almost pleading with her to say "Yes." He looked up as he spoke and she returned the look, just slightly shaking her head.
"But it still felt great inside me," she said.
This was too much. Snorting, he threw all the covers off, exposing his wife's nakedness, the lovely big breasts that he'd fondled so often, it seemed as if he was seeeing them for the first time, now that another man had sucked and fondled them.
"God," he said, "tell me you laid like this for him. Oh Christ, it turns me on so." He entered her and even she gasped.
"Yes, I did and I told him, fuck me so I can tell my husband I've had the best fuck for years. When he knew you wanted him to fuck me, it drove him mad. And," she whispered in his ear now as he drove deep into her, "C..., when I first touched his hard cock, I loved it C...., I loved it, his fingers were deep inside me and he was sucking my tits, and I said to him, "No, I need your cock in me now, I want your hard cock in me and I want you to fuck the arse off me. Don't worry, I've had a hysterectomy, cum inside me."
He snorted again at this, his own seed pouring into her, spurt after spurt, erupting as if he was a virgin, all the while mouthing obscenties and sexual encouragement and congratulations to his wife. If this was the pattern for the future, as he'd long suspected, the reality was far, far greater than the fantasy.
FUCK MY WIFE!
God, it was incredible, it really was, at last his wife had made his long-held dream come true and yesterday evening made him the cuckold he'd so yearned to be.
Why, why did it turn him on so and even as he thought it, he gloried in the knowledge of being so turned on. It made no sense, yet here he was, hoping that his wife of eighteen years had been wetter for this man than she'd been for him, her own husband for years, wet and willing, for another man to fuck her. Why did it turn him on so?
The evidence was there in front of him, his erection, exciting him beyond belief, it was as if he hadn't had it for weeks, and not just a few hours ago when she had returned and he'd lost control. What would it be like when she gave him the graphic descriptions and details that would turn him on even more?
He gripped the sink and closed his eyes as erotic images and pictures of what she must have been doing last night flashed through his mind.
'Jesus, it turns me on.'
He knew what he wanted and had to do and very quietly he returned to the bedroom. She still lay there, sleeping, and he knew she was naked underneath the bedclothes. Carefully, very very carefully, he raised the doona and top sheet at the foot of the bed and so slowly inched his way upward. She wasn't lying on her back but to her side, yet her legs were semi-sprawled and he could see the glorious mound of her soft pubic hair. For a few seconds he paused and closed his eyes yet again, fighting not to immediately enter her. It was the beauty of the detail that so drew him - the thought that just hours ago, another man's fingers had slowly made their way up his wife's legs, that she would have parted her legs for him, and then fingered those outer lips before penetrating her and finger-fucking her, loving the wetness of her, aroused himself, and his wife, all the while moaning, urging him on, and then soon, his hard cock, going deep into her. God it was all he could do to control himself. 'I hope you pushed back against him, he thought.
Three times, three times, fucking her, cuming deep inside her and here was her husband excited and turned on beyond belief at the fact.
"Lick me." Her voice almost made him jump.
"Barbara," he gasped, plunging his mouth down onto her cunt. He licked and tongued and sucked without finesse, almost beside himself with the eroticism of her adultery. She was moaning now, enjoying his oral love-making and fully realising the wonderful power she had.
"I should have let him do this," she said. 'I'll make my next lover."
He groaned and pushed two fingers deep into her, feeling the sides of her cunt and relishing his wife's comment. "Let me find you lovers," he said. "Was he bigger than me?" he added, almost pleading with her to say "Yes." He looked up as he spoke and she returned the look, just slightly shaking her head.
"But it still felt great inside me," she said.
This was too much. Snorting, he threw all the covers off, exposing his wife's nakedness, the lovely big breasts that he'd fondled so often, it seemed as if he was seeeing them for the first time, now that another man had sucked and fondled them.
"God," he said, "tell me you laid like this for him. Oh Christ, it turns me on so." He entered her and even she gasped.
"Yes, I did and I told him, fuck me so I can tell my husband I've had the best fuck for years. When he knew you wanted him to fuck me, it drove him mad. And," she whispered in his ear now as he drove deep into her, "C..., when I first touched his hard cock, I loved it C...., I loved it, his fingers were deep inside me and he was sucking my tits, and I said to him, "No, I need your cock in me now, I want your hard cock in me and I want you to fuck the arse off me. Don't worry, I've had a hysterectomy, cum inside me."
He snorted again at this, his own seed pouring into her, spurt after spurt, erupting as if he was a virgin, all the while mouthing obscenties and sexual encouragement and congratulations to his wife. If this was the pattern for the future, as he'd long suspected, the reality was far, far greater than the fantasy.
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