Cheating Slut

This is part 2 of a mostly true story about how I discovered my wife cheating on me. In addition, I find out she is a total slut. I would like to thank everyone for their positive feedback I received after I posted part One. Without that feedback, I certainly would not of continued my newfound writing skills, such as they are. I hope the story makes up for my mistakes.

This is a re-post of a story I wrote many years ago and posted on another site.

To elaborate a little more on the history of my wife and I. We met many years ago on vacation. We ended up spending the entire week together, even though we had only just met.

I was escaping a bad relationship that I had just ended. She was alone. Her boyfriend of many years had decided not to go with her at the last minute.

She was rather pissed at him and I guess, lucky me, I was her way of getting back at him. Long story short. She moved in with me several months later after dumping him, and we got married.

Now, where did I leave off part 1, right....after texting my wife that I would be home from work early, I had to decide what to do? I decided to wait, figuring she would be quickly rushing home. I didn't wait long when I saw headlights in my mirror. She raced by me, not sparing the gas. She must have flown out the door of the inn.

At this point, I decided that maybe I loved my wife even more now than before. This might seem strange, but I had felt like something was missing from our relationship for a long time and now it was back. I was hot for her. I guess hindsight is 20/20 as they say, I mean, she had cheated on her long-term boyfriend with me so should I be surprised she had cheated on me and was this the first time? Probably not.

I didn't want to give her much time to cleanup. I gave her about two minutes before I sped off in pursuit. I pulled up into our driveway and hurried into the house. Dropping my things, I walked into our bedroom. There she stood, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, one hand holding the strap of her black dress. I'm sure she had wanted to undress and shower before I got home but my prompt arrival didn't allow that. I looked at her and smiled. I told her she looked amazing and loved her surprise. She smiled back with a relieved look and added she thought I deserved a special welcome home present. I had given her a way-out. I went to her and kissed her deeply. I could taste something on her lips and smell it on her breath. It was him. Oddly, I wasn't put off by that. I was even more aroused.

I pushed her up against the bed until she fell backwards, legs spread. I was hungry for her. Her slightly spread legs were so inviting. I leaned down to kiss her but instead went much lower. She tried to stop me by clamping her legs together. She told me to pull out my cock and fuck her. She said she needed it badly. But I wasn't having any of that. I wanted to taste her. Forcing her legs apart, I dove into her bare pussy with my tongue. She tasted amazing. I licked and sucked her like a kid with an ice cream cone. I was in heaven and she was loving my attention. Her stocking clad legs were over my shoulders and she was pushing my head into her with her hands.

After a few minutes of this, I got up and slid down my pants. My hard cock straining for release. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and pushed into her. I started to pound her well-lubricated cunt. If this slut was going to cheat on me, I was going to get some satisfaction.

Pulling off my shirt, I reached down, lowering the straps of her dress just far enough to see the tops of her breasts. I was fucking her, pure and simple. I loved watching her breasts bouncing back and forth under her dress. Her nipples occasionally poking out. She was loving it. Maybe because, deep down, she knew she was a slut, or maybe it was because she thought she had gotten away with her indiscretion. Either way, it was my turn to use her.

She looked me in the eyes and told me to fuck her harder. Often this makes me cum quickly, but I wasn't ready yet. I pulled out and told her to flip over. She did as I told her without a word. I lifted her dress over her ass and shoved into her swollen pussy. She squealed. Her hand coming back, she started to rub her pussy. Her tits swayed back and forth as I fucked her hard. She was so hot at that moment. She told me to give it to her. I told her to beg for it like a slut should do. For a brief moment I think I startled her. I never talked to her like that because she always said she didn't like it.

She quickly recovered from my surprising words, however, and said, "Fuck me like a cheap whore. Give me another load of cum in my dirty cunt".

Wow, I thought. She actually admitted (sort of) that she had another mans cum in her pussy. With that last comment, I exploded into her. At the same time, she came hard. Muffling her squeals and moans in the bedsheets. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever seen her have, mine as well. I collapsed on top of her on the bed, my cock slowly deflating and sliding out of her very well used pussy. After a few minutes, she got up and removed her dress and stockings and headed to the bathroom. I drifted off to sleep as I heard the shower running.

The next morning, I woke up next to her. I turned over and smiled at her. This was the woman I married. I told her I loved her and would enjoy a repeat of last night. She smiled back and said, "we shall see".

will there be a part 3?