I lay in bed playing with my phone. My eyes were getting heavy. I shouldn't have to hold out much longer. Nell, my wife should be home any time soon.
My wife of 9 years was out at a hen's party. She's an amazing creature. As a young woman she was quite large, but her hard work through her thirties see her where she is today. A sexy woman with new founded attention from males.
Nell has always been a bit subdued and shy with men. Heck, she only had one partner before me. But now she's gaining confidence and enjoying whatever attention she gets. Don't for a minute think she's a slut. No, she just has a much higher sex drive now and enjoys the attention and flirting that comes her way from men of all walks.
It didn't bother me, in fact I encouraged her to flirt a bit. I'm very comfortable in the strength of our relationship. If anything, I was reaping the rewards of a wife with a much higher sex drive. I had managed to get her to admit she fantasises about other men in her life and we played on that when we fucked. I made it clear to her that she can get her appetite wherever she wants, so long as she eats at home!
The keys slid into the front door lock and I was roused from my trance. Hopefully I would get a horny wife determined to fuck. It was the reason I had stayed awake, the hope of a dirty fuck with my super horny wife. Don't get me wrong, I'm not hard done by. We have sex very regularly nowadays, but as every bloke knows, sometimes when a woman is super horny, the fuck is one to remember.
Nell sidled into our room and I knew with just a brief glance at her that I was in luck.
"Hey, how was your night?"
"Yeah great... fun girls, really fun girls."
"Where did you end up?"
Nell kicked her shoes of and flopped onto the bed, then sexily crawled over to me with a dreamy half pissed look on her face. Even in the dim light she looked sensational. The mixed aroma of her perfume, alcohol and something else I couldn't place graced my nostrils. Inside I was happy as all heck... It was easy for me to tell this was going to be a 10/10 fuck.
"Well... we started at the casino."
"Then we club hopped a few places..."
"And thennnnn... we ended up at a strip club."
"Oh lookout!" I said with a grin.
"Now you've been looking at blokes all night, and you expect your poor little hubby to fill the void... Not sure I'm up to the task babe!" I teased.
Her hand slid down my chest and into my briefs. She clasped my cock and purred "Bullshit, lets get this thing nice and hard cause I want it in me."
"Strippers were good then!" I grinned at her.
"Ammmmazing..."
"Bet you wished you could have fucked a few of them?"
"Oh yeah... and I think one of them wanted to fuck me too!"
"Really... what gives you that idea?"
I was having fun with this. Nell was super horny, and she clearly wanted to tell a story, so I prompted her. The way things were heading this may end up being a 12/10 fuck!
"Do tell?"
"Well, he told me!"
That threw me a bit.
"Oh really... Im gunna need details woman!"
My hand had found its way up her thigh and I placed it over her panty clad pussy. Even through the thin material I could feel her sex was hot and wet. Nell obviously felt comfortable with the playful banter and slipped straight into storytelling mode.
"You know those dancing bear pornos we have seen, where the strippers put towels over girl's heads and the girls do all sorts of stuff?"
"Yeah."
"Well they actually did that..."
"Ohhhh did Nell get a dick right in her face?" I jibed.
"Nell got a really big dick right in her face!"
She emphasised the words "really big" and pressed her body hard up against me. Her hips began to gyrate, and she started to grind her pussy against my still hand. She was on fire, I don't think id ever seen her like this. Somewhere deep inside me there was a small pang of jealousy, but all in all I was just as horny as her right now.
"Oh you dirty little slut. I bet you wished you licked it?"
"I did... how could I not... he was slapping my face with it!"
For the first time there was nerves in my wives' voice. Her tone was one of defence and explanation. The tone of a woman scared to admit she had done wrong by her husband.
The feelings of anger and jealousy didn't seem to want to come to the surface. The situation, her hot body against me, her smell, her hips grinding and writhing. How could I feel anything but lust? The only thing I could do was picture my sexy horny wife, under a towel with a strange cock rubbing all over her. My cock somehow got harder and I wanted to hear more.
"That's fucken hot!"
