A Chance For A Change Ch 06

I woke early, before 7:00am with banging head and a confused feeling. For a second i didn't know where I was, but I rolled over and felt a wet patch. Then the tenderness of my pussy told me I had been sleeping on the couch that I'd been so deeply fucked on a few hours before.

I got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, before rummaging through Kim and Steve's medicine box to find some paracetamol.

I crept up the stairs to the bathroom as I was bursting for the loo, as I sat on the toilet I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. 'What a fucking mess' I thought to myself, my makeup was smeared, my hair a total mess. I didn't want Steve or Kim to see me so I decided to call a taxi before they woke up.

As I walked past their room to go back downstairs I heard some noises. Naturally I stopped to listen and I released they were having sex. I heard the creaking of a headboard and the muffled sounds of orgasm.

I admit it made me slightly horny to think of them fucking, to think that lucky bitch got to experience Steve's cock all the time and to think that they were doing it off the back of the madness of the previous evening.

I left them a note on the table thanking them for the hospitality, before jumping in my taxi and heading home.

I began to wonder what the hell I was going to say to Scott in the cold light of day. I desperately needed a shower, but I kept reminding myself that a big part of this fetish for him was to taste my pussy after a guy had cum inside it.

I kept feeling the remnants of Steve's cum in my pussy as I moved around and that, coupled with the fact it felt very tender and well fucked made me think I had to at least give my husband a look and perhaps a taste of it before I washed. Although I can't imagine it smelt all that nice.

I knew the kids had both stayed out for the night so Scott would be alone, so I crept through the door and up to our bedroom.

Scott was still asleep so I quietly stepped out of my dress, took off my bra, pulled back the bedsheets and snuggled in beside him. As I lay there I thought about how much I loved Scott and I started to feel guilty about what I'd done. I had to keep telling myself I did it for us and to keep our relationship interesting and that I did it because it was his fantasy.

Eventually Scott began to stir. He turned over and looked at me. "Morning." I said smiling at him in an apologetic and nervous way.

"Morning." He replied, smiling at me. "How come you're back so early?"

"I wanted to see you." I said. "How are you?"

"Okay, I guess, it's been a little strange without you."

"Sorry." I said and I began to feel emotional. I felt the tears flow from my eyes as I looked at my husband.

"Why are you apologising?" He asked putting his arm around me.

"Because I... because..." I couldn't get the words out. "I love you so much and I... well I think you know why I'm sorry." I cried.

Scott just hugged me before getting up and grabbing me a tissue. I couldn't help but notice his erection poking out of his boxer shorts as he got up, that made me feel better immediately.

"Don't be sorry." He said, getting back into bed. I put my lips to his and we shared a passionate kiss. I put my hand down to feel his erection.

"Oh.." I said seductively "someone's pleased to see me." Without hesitation I dropped beneath the covers and took my husband in my mouth. His cock was easy to deep throat and I immediately sank down to his balls.

"Oh WOW." He shouted as I probed his arse hole with my finger. "Oh yea..." I stopped because I sensed I might send him over the edge. Scott has never lasted the longest in bed and with the anticipation of my return I knew he'd cum in no time if I continued.

I could taste his pre-cum in my mouth as I made my way up to the pillow to face him. I french kissed him again, sticking my tongue deeply in his mouth and allowing him to taste himself on me slightly.

"So.." He said as our mouths parted. "Tell me about your evening."

Fuck I was nervous, it felt really strange to be coming home after essentially cheating on my husband, let alone having to tell him about it. I didn't know where to begin.

"What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Did you... you know?" He asked nervously. "Actually don't tell me, I don't want to know." He said, much to my disappointment.

"Ok have it your way." I said, bluffing slightly and turning away.

"You didn't... did you? I mean you.." He couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Well it doesn't matter does it, because you don't want to know." I chuckled.

"No I don't want to know." He said again, I could feel him shaking slightly, the anticipation was killing him.

I touched his cock again, it was still hard. " I don't believe you." I said confidently. "This isn't the penis of a man who doesn't want to know."

"Okay fuck it, tell me." He said taking a deep breath. "Did you?"

I looked at him in the eyes while taking a firm hold of his balls, our lips were touching and I could feel his breath on my mouth. "Did I What?" I said, making sure to keep eye contact with him. "Did I fuck another man?"

"Um... well... dddid you?" He stuttered."

"Why don't you go down on me and find out?" I said. I couldn't believe I was saying such a thing. I felt very dirty, my pussy was unwashed and swollen with the remnants of another mans semen inside it, yet I was encouraging my husband to go down and lick it. 'What's wrong with me?' I thought to myself for a second.

I pulled my knickers off and handed them to him. "These are you you." I said as he looked at my dirty knickers and back up to me. "Well.. what are you waiting for?"

Then Scott did as I requested and I watched his head sink beneath the bed sheets. He began kissing up the inside of my thigh, slowly before making his way towards my vagina.

"Go easy on me, I'm very sore." I said, then I felt him stop. I think it was just sinking in, what he was about to do. It felt like an age before he did anything. But eventually he pulled the covers off and looked up at me from between my legs.

The daylight was beginning to peep in through the curtains and with the covers off Scott could see my vagina perfectly. "Wow." He said before sticking his tongue between my pussy lips and running it gently up to my clit. "What a beautiful mess."

I immediately relaxed into it, Scott has an amazing way of making me feel comfortable and confident, he never judges me. He would lick my pussy even if I haven't washed or shaved for a month, not that I'm ever that uncleanly of course. This was no exception.

My husband licked my 'beautiful mess' of a vagina to orgasm within a few minutes, he delved deep into my well fucked hole with his tongue like he was searching for the jizz of another man, which of course he was, the little pervert.

I made sure to put my hand on his head and give him some gentle persuasion, not that he needed it. "Oh yes, lick my cunt you little cuckold." I said. Scott likes it when I use the word cunt in bed, which I very rarely do, but I thought it suited this occasion.

Cunt, coupled with cuckold sounded beautifully vulgar as it left my mouth and I felt like I was playing the role he desired perfectly. He brought me to a second orgasm and I couldn't believe what I said as the sentence "Yes lick that cum out of me bitch." Left my lips. I'd never been so disgustingly vocal in bed, but i have to say it was rather liberating.

Scott really went to town on my vagina, making sure he cleaned it perfectly with his tongue, as if it were his own juices he was tasting. I was eager to know how it smelt and tasted down there, so when he eventually joined me up on the pillow I asked him.

"How was it?" I said with a wry smile.

"Different." Came Scott's reply.

"Different in a good way?" I asked.

"Absolutely." He said. I could tell he wanted me to tell him more and I was more than willing to. I quickly snapped back into, shall we say, bitch mode.

"Well... don't you want to know what you just had for breakfast?" I said taking a firm hold of his balls again.

"Please tell me." He begged as I began to work his little penis.

"Hmm." I said getting up off the bed and walking towards the en-suite. "I need a shower." I ran the water and stepped into the shower, leaving the door open for Scott.

Scott joined me in the shower "Okay, it's only fair you tell me everything, that was the deal." He said

"You ask, I'll tell." I said as the soap suds ran down my pert breasts over my erect nipples.

"Ok so you obviously fucked another man then!?" He said.

"Yes." I said looking him in the eye.

"Who was he?" Scott asked. I was a bit nervous about telling him because he'd met Steve a couple of times before and I thought it might all be a bit too real for him, but it was only fair to tell him.

"His name is Steve." I said, trying not to sound nervous. "He's Kim's boyfriend."

"Oh.. that guy... how.. seriously?" He stuttered.

"Yes." I said, keeping eye contact with him. "Kim, shall we say, let me borrow him for the night. I'm not going to go into details now, but let's just say he's quite the stud."

"Wow." Scott said looking a bit shocked. I sat myself up on the shower seat again and parted my legs, ushering Scott closer. I guided his erect cock towards my gaping hole.

"Put it inside me." I said as I sat there with the water running down my sexy body "And I'll tell you how it felt to be fucked by Steve's huge cock.

To be continued...