Vera Goes Astray - Mie

I'm trying out an idea about two different perspectives on a single event. There will be two stories posted, one each from the wife's (Vera) and husband's (Mike) point of view.

If you enjoy the story below, look for the other side, I think you'll enjoy both. If you don't like this one, then you probably won't like the other one either. Also note that I'm a guy, so the female perspective is actually a guy's perspective on how he'd like a woman to view things.

Hope you enjoy these!

Only time would tell if Mike had made the right decision. He wondered if this was an inevitability in his marriage, if it was bound to happen at some point. Maybe he should be surprised that it had taken so long.

He had stood by and watched Vera, his wife of over 20 years, fuck their neighbor Mitch, and then retreated to the living room after they'd finished instead of confronting them.

Later, he watched a thick rivulet of their combined cum slip out of his wife's panties and run down the back of her thigh as she bent to pick up a napkin, looking away before she could turn and see him watching it. That was, he thought, the moment when his lust surpassed his anger, and his thoughts shifted from punishing her to having her.

He had spent the rest of the night trying to contain and conceal a raging hard-on that refused to subside, regardless of the broad range of emotions running through his head after seeing them together.

While all of tonight's feelings were raw and new, he did not believe that Vera and Mitch had an ongoing affair. He knew his wife, and he was certain he would know if she was sneaking around on him.

Moreover, though, he knew Mitch and how he viewed women. Mitch's wife had left him, and he couldn't maintain a dating relationship beyond a couple of dates. Mike was sure that Vera wouldn't tolerate Mitch enough to have a prolonged relationship of any kind.

So, he hadn't thought twice about the two of them replenishing the ice from the extra that was stored in the garage freezer. It was his suggestion, in fact, that Mitch lend a hand. Otherwise, maybe this wouldn't have happened at all. But it had happened, right in front of him.

As Vera and Mitch walked toward the garage for the ice, Mike realized he had to use the bathroom, so he turned to let Vera know he would get the ice after all. They were just turning the corner into the hall, however, so he let them go on and instead continued refreshing drinks until the pitcher of sangria he held was empty. Putting the pitcher on an end table, he headed for the bathroom.

He turned into the hall and looked toward the garage, and saw Mike push Vera back into the laundry room. While Mitch had looked serious, almost stern, Vera's body language was one of surprise or being caught off-guard. Concerned, Mike hurried past the bathroom and froze in place as he took in the scene unfolding before him.

The laundry door was open about 1/3 of the way. Through the narrow opening, he saw his wife kissing, no, making out, with his friend. Open mouthed, passionate, he saw his wife's glistening pink tongue snake into Mitch's mouth, a moan escaping her lips as his hands slid up her torso and squeezed her breasts through her dress.

Had either of them opened their eyes and glanced toward the door, they would have seen Mike standing there. That didn't happen.

In a flurry of activity, Mitch pushed Vera back against the washing machine and attempted to lift her onto it. She raised herself on to her toes in an effort to help, neither of them breaking free from their kiss. They gave up quickly however, their urgency apparently too much to allow for the few seconds it would have taken to lift her on to the machine's lid.

Instead, Mitch gripped her trim waist and turned her gruffly away from him. In one deft move, he lifted her dress and grabbed her panties, pushing them down over her hips. They slid down her smooth legs, bunching around her ankles above her bare feet.

Mike opened his mouth at this point, to say what he was unsure, but whatever it was would put a stop to the madness taking place in front of him.

His words evaporated in his throat, however, as he watched Mitch deftly undo his shorts with one hand while pushing Vera against the machine with the other. Mitch's cock sprung free as his clothes dropped to the floor.

His cock looked huge from the glimpse Mike caught of it before it disappeared between his wife's ass cheeks. Vera braced herself against the machine with both hands, pressing her ass back against Mitch.

It was then that Mike became aware of his own arousal, his hand dropping involuntarily to his crotch to confirm what he was feeling. Unbelievably, he found himself rock-hard.

In the next instant, Mitch pushed his thick cock into Mike's wife. As if to add insult to injury, he saw his Vera's juices glistening along the entire shaft as Mitch withdrew and plunged in again. She was soaking wet for him, and must have been aroused before going to get the ice.

Vera moaned through clenched lips, apparently trying to stifle herself, though not doing a very good job of it. Mitch thrusted again, then once more, and Mike watched the unmistakable wave of an orgasm consume his wife's body, shaking her from head to toe.

Mitch continued fucking her straight through it, and her head thrashed from side to side as his thrusts pushed her against the steel machine.

Mike had time to ponder whether his wife had ever cum so quickly with him. She was very orgasmic and came readily for him during foreplay. But did she cum like that, so hard and fast, from thrusts of his cock inside her? He didn't think so.

The thought passed quickly, however, as Mitch grunted that he was about to cum. He set one foot behind him, apparently ready to pull out, when Vera's hand moved from the washer to his ass, pulling him tight against her, clearly wanting him to cum inside her. He was willing enough, burying his cock with his next thrust and pinning her to the machine as he pumped his load into her.

Mike was astonished as Mitch's ass clenched and released at least a half-dozen times, each likely representing a healthy rope of thick semen pulsing directly into his wife's unprotected slit.

Vera came again, pushing back against him and quivering as he emptied himself inside her.

Then, as quickly as it had started, it was over. Mitch pulled away from Vera and stooped to pull up his pants.

Before Mike could think, he found himself hurrying back toward the living room. He was shaking, and moved to the kitchen to collect himself, then rejoined guests in the living room just as Vera and Mike emerged from the hall with a bag of ice.

He surveyed the room, wondering if anyone would notice that they'd all been missing for several minutes. No one appeared to notice, however. He glanced at Vera, found her looking directly at him, and looked away quickly.

He couldn't count how many times he had stolen a glimpse at his wife since they had returned to the party. He could see the faint pink flush on her throat that always appeared during sex before fading away slowly. After seeing her pick up that napkin, he had also purposely gotten behind her, hoping to see the dull smear left behind on her smooth, pale skin when she had wiped that errant drop of cum away.

He had managed to stay on his original plan to keep his wife tipsy, lowering her inhibitions so that he could enjoy her in bed later. The end goal had changed, however. While their own sex life was somewhat vanilla, Vera's life before they became a couple had been anything but.

A tipsy Vera was always glad to indulge him in detailed stories of her sexual escapades before they had married. Threesomes, foursomes, experimentation with girls, giving blowjobs in any number of places, sometimes with men whose names she didn't know.

He liked to call her promiscuous. In truth, Vera had been a slut before they had met, and for some inexplicable reason, that was a big part of what drew him to her.

He did not need to hear about the old days tonight, however. Tonight had unexpectedly become about enjoying his wife in her "used" state, so long as he could hold it together and keep the jealousy, worry, and anger at arm's length. It was not a certainty yet.

Seeing Mitch and Vera come out of the hall and go into the kitchen with the ice, Mike had fought the urge to charge in and confront Mitch.

The two had reappeared quickly however, before he could decide what to do, and then split up and mingled separately after that.

Mike watched Mitch closely, several times thinking about confronting him or at least approaching him. But then Mitch left, and Mike's focus turned to Vera.

As much as he wanted to be mad, to think of a way to hurt her back for hurting him, he found it difficult to be mad when he looked at her. She was beautiful, and he had known he was punching well above his weight ever since she'd agreed to go on that first date with him.

Why she had agreed to date a nerdy guy with a slight athletic streak perplexed him to this day. He had made her laugh throughout that first date, however, and she eagerly accepted his request for a second date.

He suspected she may have continued seeing other guys for a short time, based on her "busy schedule" when they tried to agree on days and times to see each other as they got to know one another better. That had subsided as the weeks went by, however, and after a month they were seeing each other regularly with no issues.

Anger aside, Mike was also confused about his feelings. Why did seeing Vera getting fucked excite him, and why did that excitement outweigh other feelings that seemed more rational? He should be mad and feel betrayed, and he did. Those made sense to him. So why were they taking a back seat to the other feelings that didn't make sense?

He was familiar with the hotwife, cuckold, stag and vixen genres of course, but never considered himself a subscriber to any of them. He didn't think that being turned on by his wife's past was aligned with those kinks. Never in their years together had he thought of sharing her with others or suggesting she hook up with another man.

It had happened tonight however, right in front of him, and the physical response from his body indicated that he liked it quite a bit. These were things he would need to set aside and wrestle with later. For now, he decided to accept his feelings and pursue the desires that they brought to the surface.

For her part, Vera was making it easy to accept his decision. She was increasingly flirty with him as the night moved along. She traded her sangria for a nice Rose' that one of their guests had brought and was clearly enjoying it.

She took every opportunity to stand up against Mike in group discussions as the number of guests dwindled, and dragged her bare foot up and down his calves languidly if they happened to be seated near each other. This only served to keep his cock hard and increase his struggle to conceal it.

He also noticed a difference in her when they stood close together. He suspected it may be his imagination, but the light and delicate scent of his wife that he had become accustomed to seemed to have changed. It was still there, but was somehow different, less delicate and more feral. Could it be that he could actually smell the sex on her from her tryst with Mitch?

Mike moved into the kitchen after saying good night to the last lingering guests, letting Vera see them out. With a bit of help from their friends, they had done a good job cleaning up throughout the night, so there was not a big mess. Unsure of how things would proceed once everyone left, Mike wanted to make sure they could move to the bedroom quickly and not be bothered with cleaning up.

As it turned out, Vera stepped into the kitchen and, keeping her distance, announced that she was going to take a quick shower while Mike finished up. Mike let her head up the stairs, then started the dishwasher, turned out the lights downstairs, and followed her up. While he surely loved having Vera freshly showered and clean, he wanted her just as she was tonight.

Vera was just dropping her cute mini-dress to the floor when he pushed the bedroom door open. Vera was startled, and the two stared across the bedroom at each other for a moment. Vera then broke their gaze, looking down self-consciously.

Mike thought at first she was being shy about her body, but then noticed the dark wet spot on her lacy white panties. He felt his cock twitch once again as he took it in. Crossing the bedroom, he took her in his arms and kissed her neck softly.

She tried to protest briefly, wanting to clean up after the long day, but he ignored her pleas and instead gripped her arms and coaxed her backwards toward the bed. Once her legs braced against the bed, he eased her down to a sitting position and knelt on the floor before her.

His hands glided over her smooth, soft thighs, parting them as they moved higher. He next coaxed her to lie on her back, and then placed one of her feet on the bed while her other leg extended over the edge.

She sighed, surrendering to him, small tremors coursing through her as his hands explored her body.

His hands returned to her thighs, and he pressed his thumbs on to her panties, circling them over the wet spot. He could see where the fabric had dried, demarcated by an uneven line tinted a different white than the fabric.

He already knew that some of the fluid soaking her panties would be Mitch's, of course, mixed with hers since Mitch had deposited his entire load inside her. He now realized how much there must have been, for it to have been drying for hours but still be soaking wet.

She raised her hips to let him slide them off, but he had another idea.

He had never thought about creampies before, never had a desire to sample one, even his own. The thought made him pause only briefly, however, and in the next instant his mouth was on her panties, sucking the wet material into his mouth, soaking it further with his spit, then sucking on it again.

Vera's scent was strong, sexy, and overlaid with what must be the smell of Mitch's semen.

Undeterred, he continued to bite, suck, and lick at her panties, tasting the mixture that his beautiful wife's misdeed had created.

Vera moaned loudly as Mike paused to tell her how wet she was, and how good she tasted. Her legs splayed, pulling her panties tight across her slit, outlining it against the soaked white fabric. Mike suddenly wanted them off, wanting to see her soft pink pussy that had only hours ago been full of his friend's thick cock.

His hands moved to her waist, and she raised her hips again to let him slide her panties over them. The wet material clung to her slit momentarily, and Mike watched as a thick, milky strand stretched out from inside her as he pulled them away. It snapped back on to her smooth, pink skin as he pulled her panties over her calves, and he watched it begin to slide down toward her ass as he tossed the panties aside.

He moved quickly to catch it with his tongue, then felt Vera's hand on the back of his head, pressing his face into her as he pushed his tongue inside her now bare pussy.

She purred approvingly above him as he curled his tongue back into his mouth, bringing a healthy dose of her nectar with it, then swallowed and pushed it back in for another taste. He felt the muscles in her core and thighs tense as he lapped a second, and then a third time, tasting both the familiar and unfamiliar juices before swallowing them down. She came suddenly, unexpectedly, her hips rising and then thrashing as her hand pushed his head away.

He looked up at her, meeting her eyes as she glanced down between her legs. She looked so sexy, her skin flushed pink from the orgasms, blonde hair mussed. He thought again about Mitch fucking her, how his cock had glistened as he pushed it inside her, and her moans as she took his full, thick length.

Mike had always been sure to take care of Vera's sexual needs first, partly because he liked to watch her cum, and partly because he had trouble lasting for long once he was inside her. She was beautiful to look at, and even after all the years together, she was the sexiest woman he knew.

And now, thinking about how readily, and quickly, she had cum for Mitch, he wanted to prove that he was still capable of satisfying her. As the tremors from her last orgasm continued to course through her, he gruffly tugged her back to the bed's edge, spread her legs, and pinned her torso with his left arm while his right hand began caressing her slippery pink slit.

She moaned lustfully as he repositioned his hand and slid his left thumb over her clit, circling it in time with the caresses from his fingers. Her hips moved toward him, wanting more than a tease.

He slowed his fingers as they slid down her lips, pausing for a moment at the bottom, just slightly pressing their way inside her.

Vera's breath caught in anticipation.

All at once, Mike thrust two fingers inside to their hilt, then began rapidly moving them up and down inside her, hitting her g-spot as his thumb pressed and circled her clit.

Her hips moved up and down as her body tensed, and Mike moved his mouth closer just as another orgasm crashed through her.

He was rewarded with a hot stream of her juices as he withdrew his fingers, catching most of it in his open mouth. He swallowed as a second gush erupted from her, then a third. Her nectar glistened on his face while she continued to shudder, a thin trickle of liquid still slipping down her pink slit and wetting the sheets.

Mike stood up slowly, letting her legs flop to the side as the tremors slowly subsided. Their eyes met as he undid his belt, then stripped naked as he stood over her. His cock remained rock hard, and he wondered how he had kept from cumming in his pants the whole evening as the images of his wife taking their neighbor's cock, cumming so readily on him, replayed in his head again and again.

Kneeling on the bed next to her, he moved her to her back, her limbs giving in easily as he positioned her just the way he liked her. He moved between her legs, brought the tip of his cock to her slit.

She was still slippery wet despite all of the night's action, and he wondered how much Mitch's cum had to do with that. Just how big of a load had he deposited inside his wife?

Mike felt himself on the edge already, but wanted to show Vera he could still get her off, and he wanted to watch her cum again. Stroking his throbbing head over her clit, he began to move it up and down over her slit, hearing the wet squelching noises as he increased the pace.

Vera responded immediately, tried to lock her eyes on his, but lost the battle as her eyelids fluttered shut and her head began moving side to side again. A few more strokes over her clit, and she was cumming again, her hips arching off the bed, trying to pull his pulsing dick inside of her.

Watching her shudder in orgasm once more, he felt his own orgasm building and quickly thrust himself inside of her. Her slick pussy offered no resistance at all, and his balls made an audible smack against her ass as his cock bottomed out.

He heard himself telling her how wet she was, so wet, as she moaned beneath him.

Her hands gripped his forearms as they braced him on the bed, his hips thrusting powerfully. He realized as he thrust that she was not only wet, but loose, and and at that moment understood exactly where the term sloppy seconds came from.

Trying to focus and not cum so quickly, he continued telling her how wet she was, so sloppy and wet. He felt her eyes on him but didn't dare open his own for fear of erupting too quickly.

Focusing on holding back his orgasm as long as possible, his efforts began to slip away as Vera fully recovered and began to talk back to him.