CH 2 -- Back to the Future.
Fast forward eight years from that first date and there I was, commuting in my little Toyota Corolla back to our mountain home. I had a raging hard-on from not seeing Rachel in five days. We were married five years after our first date, and during the three years since we got married she had fucked at least ten guys. According to her, some of them not so good, some good and some real good. At that time she said nothing fell into the great category. A few were one night stands, but most came back for more. Some became regular fucks for as long as they were available. Rachel would confess to crushes and say that she felt horribly guilty about that. I assured her that I didn't mind and that my only concern was that she not run off with one of them. Anytime a guy a guy talked about wanting her to leave me, no matter how good he fucked, it was the end for him and that was always her decision.
She frequently expressed to me that she felt she was being too slutty, but she also confessed that being slutty was her biggest turn on. I always told her to be as slutty as she wanted and need to be. I was over the top excited every time she got fucked and hungered for the dirty details, not to mention the dirty pussy.
So there I was, on my usual commute from the Bay Area where I worked to our mountain home. As usual I was thinking about some of Rachel's post marital exploits and lusting to hear about her next adventure. She had confided that there was a single guy who lived in a trailer up the road that she had her eye on -- Mike something. Maybe this would be the week she got to fuck him, or rather, hopefully this would be the week. She had called on Wednesday and said she had drinks with Mike at the bar and things were looking up. I was so horny thinking about it that I nearly had to jack off while driving. I knew from experience that wasn't a good idea. Anyway, I needed to save what was bound to be a huge load for Rachel.
When I arrived the house was dark and there was no sign of Rachel. Her car was in the driveway and I parked next to it. I stripped down to my underwear, grabbed a beer, got a bite and settled in on the couch to relax and speculate as to Rachel's whereabouts. I figured she was probably having a beer at the pub up the road, but hoped there was more going on. She knew I was returning home that evening and if it was just about having some beers she would have been home to have them with me. Her Wednesday call had suggested she was making progress with mike. The speculations kept my dick hard because I knew there was a chance some other hard dick was in her as I sat speculating.
At about nine I heard a car pull in the driveway. I resisted the urge to peak out the window. As unlikely as it was, I was hoping she might get up to no good in our driveway. I knew Mike drove a van so the possibility was there. I didn't want to do anything that might interfere with or interrupt whatever was going on. I wondered if she was going to come to the door with a new friend in tow.
I watched the clock and knew that every minute increased the likelihood that my wife was getting fucked a few yards away from where I sat. My car was in the driveway, so they knew I was home. There was no other logical explanation. It was a very long fifteen minutes, full of me hoping I was right. Finally I heard a car door open and close. After the door closed I heard Rachel with a slight slur say, "Hope to see you soon."
Instead of knocking I heard her fumble for keys without even trying to open the unlocked door. I went and opened the door, revealing a sheepish looking wife. She smiled nervously as she entered. Once in she looked at me and said, "Don't get mad, but I just got fucked maybe better than ever." She was glowing the way she always did after a good fucking. Her smile told of fulfillment.
Why she would have thought I would be mad escaped me. It was our agreement that she had free reign to get her needs and wants met. I have since wondered if she felt guilty because of how good she got fucked.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom. I dimmed the lights to a sexy medium luminosity. She continued her story as I helped her out of her jean cutoffs. The first thing I noticed was that her panties were soaked and cum was starting to run down her inner thighs. I pushed her back onto the bed and licked her thighs clean.
Eating my wife's pussy was my favorite thing, only topped by eating my wife's pussy after one of her lovers had freshly fucked it. To me there was nothing like the intermingled taste of male and female sex juices, made extra special by the kinkiness of the male not being me. The taste wasn't good or bad in the way a food might taste good or bad, but in the level of eroticism involved, and licking another man's cum from my wife's pussy, to me, was extremely erotic.
"How does it smell down there," she asked. She knew my kinks so well, knew I loved to be sexually humiliated and knew I loved the taste and smell of her used pussy, her "slut cunt" as she unashamedly called it.
"It smells like I've got my face between the legs of a dirty whore; it's magnificent."
By that time in our relationship Rachel had learned to like a dominant role, at least where I was concerned, and her next command made that obvious. "Take my panties and off and see if you can clean them up a bit."
"How am I supposed to do that," I asked, knowing full well what she had in mind and setting her up to humiliate me.
"God you can be stupid," she said, knowing the insult would add to my excitement. "Put them in your mouth and suck the jizz out of them." She had clearly slipped into full on dominatrix mode, so I assumed my role as her fully owned obedient.
"Crotch first," she instructed as she lifted her ass so I could slip the slinky white panties off of her. I looked at them up close and saw the copious amounts of cum pooled in the crotch area. I was just about to put them in my mouth, in fact was quite looking forward to it, when she said, "Hold up, you do want to suck my new boyfriends jizz out of my panties, don't you?"
"Yes, Master," I said, and quite convincingly as there was no pretense involved.
"Go ahead."
"I did, and oh my God." It obviously wasn't the first time I was tasting another man's cum, and maybe it was because I was so horny and the situation was so hot, but I could swear this guy had the best cum I'd tasted: smooth, creamy, sexy.
