Maile was awake in bed when she heard the front door creak open slowly and then softly close. He hadn't come home this late in a while, it was probably the fifth time in as many months. She heard his feet padding around in the hall and saw the glow of the bathroom light through the crack in the bedroom door. As always she planned to pretend she was asleep, although she was too excited.
Dave texted around 9 saying the guys were on a tear and he would be out late on the town. She never minded when he was late, but 3 a.m. wasn't his usual - although it seemed to be increasingly frequent. At first she had assumed he was going through something, maybe an early mid-life crisis, needing a little extra time with the boys.
The faint sound of an electric toothbrush. She wondered if he had showered where he had been. She secretly hoped he hadn't and would give himself away again. Not that she ever said anything. She relished the knowledge, the smell, and fantasized in private. Maybe he was careless, maybe he wanted her to know, or maybe he just wasn't very experienced when it came to this sort of thing.
Maile had never been cheated on before to her knowledge. She was concerned that if he knew how much she enjoyed his little secret, that it would destroy their relationship. What if this person had started to mean something to him and the only thing standing in the way was Maile? Telling him she knew could be the equivalent of helping him pack his bags. She loved Dave and didn't want to lose him. What if he thought her fantasies were sicker than his actions and found her turn on disgusting? What if he thought it gave him a free pass to have multiple relationships?
She also had no desire to share him, at least emotionally. She also had no desire to give him permission. Her desire was purely based in his uncontrollable hunger for pussy, and lately, strange pussy. Dave was a man who needed sex and craved it daily - if not multiple times a day. Their sex life had always been hot and heavy and Maile never turned him down. She loved when he got handsy around the house. When she could tell he was about to bend her over and take her, she never said no and that's probably why he had been faithful for so long, until now.
They had already had sex twice that day. Once in the morning and once right before going out with the guys - on a whim. She had always viewed her willingness as insurance against him cheating. She hadn't even known she wanted him to explore until he did it. But he still had no idea that she knew, or at least pretended he didn't know.
She could hear him padding towards bed, the bathroom light off. She hoped he hadn't worn himself out because knowing he had probably snuck in some action made her pussy flood with desire. She pretended to sleep as she felt his weight shift on the bed. He crawled in quietly and lay there. They lay side by side, back to back, and she started to worry she would have to wait until morning. She had instigated in the past but again, one of her biggest turn ons about Dave was how insatiable he was, a perfect example of manly desire.
After a few minutes she felt the bed weight shift. She felt his bare chest against her back and his breath in her ear. He was naked. She always slept naked for easy access in the night. She loved when he took her as a wake up call - having previously given him an all access pass for any late night desire. He caressed the side of her body and reached for her breasts, more than an ample handful at 36D, squeezing them gently and ending with a long, soft nipple pinch.
He growled in a whisper, "Suck my dick, baby." She gave a false stretch, as if just waking up and turned just enough to look at him. He kissed her cheek and softly squeezed her other breast, ending with a slight nipple pinch.
He smelled like another woman, she could tell now even barely facing him. This was a first, he had to know that she would taste something by sucking his dick. She already smelled another woman and it was only going to get stronger. She knew what she was going to taste when she swallowed his cock, another fucking pussy. He was confessing. "Now," he said softly as a warm demand, stroking her cheek right before guiding her head down to his dick with his hand.
