Jessica was lying back on the bed, the bed she had shared with her husband for coming up on ten years now, while a stranger was eating her pussy. He was pretty good at it. He was moaning, clearly enjoying himself, the moans creating little vibrations as he sucked and licked, and grabbed at her tight little ass. He sucked her clit up into his mouth and tongued it, and her hips rose up off the bed in pleasure, and when he slid one long finger into her pussy she came hard, her body vibrating with the joy of it.
He lifted his head from her, pleased with himself, wiped her cum from his lips, and started to slide back up her slick, sweaty body. Too soon, Jessica thought. I came much too soon.
"Baby..." she murmured. "You're so fucking good at that. Could you give me another?" He stared at her for a beat, stroking his eager cock, then acquiesced.
"Of course," he said, only a little disappointed, "but then I'm going to fuck your brains out with this."
"Oh yes," she moaned, lying back down on to the bed. That's what you think, she thought, but then she thought nothing, was back in the throes of pleasure from his wet tongue on her sensitive nub. "Gentle, gentle," she gasped. Just a little longer...
The stranger lifted his head. "Did you hear that?" he asked, a look of concern on his face. "Were those footsteps?" And indeed, the rattle of keys at the door.
"Fuck!" Jessica hissed. "My husband!" It was too late, of course. The door swung open and Jake stood there, his eyes wide in shock at the sight of his beautiful wife, spread eagled and naked, another man nestled between her thighs.
"Who the FUCK are you?" Jake bellowed. He could be a little intimidating, with his height and broad shoulders, though anyone that knew him would laugh at the thought of him getting into any sort of scrap - mild mannered English professor and all.
The stranger leapt up, frantically gathered his discarded clothing. "Dude, I didn't know - she didn't tell me - we didn't fuck - " of course, he did know, Jessica had mentioned her husband early in the evening when the stranger first sidled over at the bar and asked if he could buy her a drink, that was part of it, part of the game, the thrill.
"Get out. Get out of my house." The stranger didn't even bother to dress, just rolled his clothes into a ball, slid into his shoes, and hurried out the door and down the stairs. There was a pause, as Jessica and Jake stared one another down.
"And you." Jake said, in that low voice that made his wife's pussy clench with anticipation. "I'm going to give you what you deserve." He yanked off his shoes, his pants, his cock already rock hard. Jessica squealed in delight, rolled over onto her belly, and cried out as his palm hit her bottom, once, twice, three times. He grabbed her hips and yanked them upwards, so that she was on her knees with her ass high in the air, ready for him.
"Did he get your pussy good and wet, you little slut," Jake growled into her ear.
"So wet and ready for you, my love," she purred. Without another word he shoved his cock deep inside her, and then there was nothing but the wet squelchy sounds of their fucking, the smack of his hand on her ass, her moans as he pressed her shoulders down into the bed.
After he came they lay together, chests heaving, Jessica playing idly with his balls.
"That was a good one," she said at last.
"Better than the last?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she said. "The last one was terrible at eating my pussy. You remember. Not a single orgasm. I had to finish myself off when you finally fucked me."
"My little slut," he said, tenderly, his hands in her hair. They drifted off to sleep this way, content.
***
It all started when Jake caught his wife flirting at a bar. He was late, stuck at the office grading papers, and she was sitting at the bar, antsy, all dolled up. Their sex life had cooled, of late - 10 years of the same shit, even when it's good shit, can get boring - and they'd decided to try spicing it up with a little role play. The week before they'd tried a hooker/john scenario that had just made them both crack up laughing, so that week they were going for "tinder date" instead.
While waiting for a "stranger," her husband, an actual stranger started chatting her up, and, frustrated with Jake's lateness and feeling particularly sexy, with a short, tight dress showing off her figure and a bright red lip that was unusual for her and brought out the fullness of her mouth, Jessica flirted back. When at last Jake appeared she turned rosy with embarrassment, but after the stranger had moved on, irritated, what Jake said next surprised her.
"That was hot."
"What? That guy flirting with me?"
"And you flirting back."
"Oh really?"
"Really. You should do that more often." And that night, while they fucked, Jake called her a slut, and they both came harder than they had in years.
How did it progress from a flirtation in a bar to a stranger's tongue in her pussy? The way these things do. In stages. First Jake encouraged her to flirt, while he watched from across the room. Then he suggested she invite one of these men back to her place, with Jessica's understanding Jake would be close behind.
She wasn't sure what it was about it that turned him on, but she had her guesses. He was proud of his hot wife, that someone so desirable belonged to him and him alone; he felt like a big strong man, bursting into the room, sending another man packing, sheepish, clutching his clothes to his chest. At first Jessica wasn't allowed to do anything but kiss, then fondle, and now at last, she could come in a stranger's mouth. Nothing more than that.
