My head was exploding, after what was it, nine, ten years now, my wife was inviting me to her to bed to have sex. Not just sex, she wanted both loving sex and a good hard, animalistic fuck thrown into her. This was going to be tricky. I entered the bedroom and Vickie was going through her lingerie drawer and I rushed past her and into the bathroom where I found my stash of Cialis and thinking I was going to need a quick infusion of power, I in my foolishness, decided to chew it up.
DON'T, I repeat don't ever try this yourself. It was somewhere between the time I grabbed my Coke can off the railing where I had left it at our barbecue to take a swig, only to find out people had been using it as an ashtray or the time I was poking my head into a power panel looking for hornets with a can of bug spray and when I saw the buggers, I pressed on the nozzle hard, only to find out the nozzle was pointed directly at my mouth. Anyway, even gargling with orange Listerine, it barely covered the nasty taste in of my mouth that the chewed up Cialis had left. Now if it only kicked in quickly. My wife was nearly naked on our bed, wearing a sheer white babydoll nightie, a pair of white pull up stockings and was impatiently waiting. One hand was cupping her breast and pulling on her nipple and her other was rubbing her thigh at the juncture of her thigh and perineum.
I sprinted into the closet and returned with the remote vibrating butt plug. I placed it on my nightstand then retrieved the other two toys. I had just placed the bottle of lube next to the toys when Vickie pounced onto my cock and took me deep into her throat. Holy shit, she had her tongue touching my balls. How could she do that? Then she ever so slowly withdrew, watching my face for my every reaction.
"Oh, my Lord, my love. I'm almost afraid to ask this question. Where did you learn to do that?" I quired my wife as I leaned over and kissed her deeply. I could taste my precum on her tongue.
My wife had a wicked grin and she watched me as she ran her tongue over her teeth then asked, "Did you like that Michael?" I nodded. "I'm glad, Jackie said that I should be doing something special for you so I've been watching some oral techniques on the computer to try to get an idea of things you'd like. Tell me my loving husband, were you serious when you said that if I had told you that I was having an affair, you would have liked to watch us and maybe even join us, especially that afternoon I took on those three in Tom's apartment?" As she asked this question, she was taking occasional little licks at the edge of my helmet, keeping my old friend in such a state of readiness I thought he might go off before I was ready.
"Oh YES, Victoria," I blurted out, "I think if you had informed me of your desires and let me be a part of your little fling our life might have been a lot different, and I hope a lot better." Vickie dove back down onto my cock, all the way to my pubes, slowly pulling back rubbing her tongue along the bottom as she did. She would take a deep breath when she came off my steel-like shaft.
Remembering she wanted a hard fuck, I stepped away, pulling her up, spun her around and pushed her onto our bed. Her ass was barely on our bed but I threw her legs up against my shoulders and guided my hard member at her folds and drove in. I only made it in a little over half way and had to stop. She was too dry. I quickly grabbed the lube and after lubing us both up. I resumed our play. Oh yes it was nice. Damn, I don't remember her being this tight. Shit, I was having to think about cleaning out the gutters and cleaning up Joe's shit in the yard. Her pussy was grabbing at my shaft and I wanted this to last at least for her to have a few good orgasms. It took a lot of willpower but I began to slam into my wife with abandon and that seemed to do the trick. Her moans were getting louder and louder and I watched as her toes were beginning to curl.
"Y - - - y - - - y - - - y - - - y - - - e - - - e - - - e - - - e - - - s - - - s - - - s - - -! . . . Oh, my Lord, y . . . y . . . y . . . e . . . e . . . e . . . s . . . s . . . s! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, Oh fuck yes." Came from my wife's lips as her finger nails dug into my forearms, her eyes wild with desire. Settling down, she rolled over and offered me her ass and who was I to refuse such an offer. A little more lube and Yippee Kaiya mother raper, I was again in the once forbidden land.
I could feel a monster orgasm building, though I had hoped to wait until later but alas it wasn't to be. I was thrusting harder and harder, like I didn't care who it was. I was building and building and for once with my wife, this one was all about me. I began moaning out loud then shouts of wonderous joy. I shot stream after stream of white-hot jets of sticky seed, deep into my wife's snug little ass. As my last shot faded, I collapsed onto my wife's back then rolled next to her. She moved on top of my chest and kissed me. I was apparently quite loud when I came and Vickie said, "Michael, how come I've never heard you orgasm like that before? You never used to make a peep. Oh, I'd hear a 'Ug' or sometimes a 'Thanks' but I don't ever remember you letting me know how good you really felt when you orgasmed."
My wife laid her head on my chest and held me, her face looking towards my feet while she gently stroked my shaft back to hardness and she said, "I don't know if I should tell you but one of the things that really turned me on about Tom was that he really was quite vocal when we made love."
'Dammit' I thought, why did she have to say that? She had convinced me it was just sex and now she says she and him were making love. Cripes, is it always going to be like this? My old friend went down faster than Monica Lewinsky on Bill.
Vickie noticed right away and asked, "Did I do that? I shrugged my shoulders but nodded. I slid off the bed and put on my robe and slippers. I slowly made my way to the kitchen and poured myself a drink. I sat down at our big old kitchen table when my wife walked in and saw me. She poured herself a glass of wine and sat down next to me. "Talk to me Michael" she said as she took my one free hand. "What did I do or say that hurt you? I need to know so I don't do it again."
I didn't know what to say or where to begin. I looked in that glass of sour mash and couldn't see an answer in there either but downed half the glass anyway. I looked at my wife and after a big sigh, I said, "It's too bad you don't have a time machine so you could go back and change the things we have done."
My wife said, "Michael, I'm sorry I brought up Tom. I'll try never to do it again."
Another deep breath escaped my lungs. I tipped up my glass, finishing my drink then said, "When you told me of your affair, you told me that it was not love, just sex. Plain animalistic sex. You said you needed to be fucked but here you are now, telling me how he made you feel when he was making love to you. Now which was it? Was he both fucking you and making love to you? Your story seems to change from time to time."
"Maybe my ego is just too fragile to handle you talking about him but I still feel like you haven't told me the whole truth. I want to know why you didn't talk to me about the things you felt you were missing? Why didn't you ask me to fuck you instead of making love to you? Why didn't you let me know that you wanted me to make more noise when we were making love? We had kids at home for God's sake, for so long I had to learn to keep quiet. So, my reward for that is you cheating on me? Victoria, I love you with all my heart, I just don't think I can live with you and it's killing me."
My wife burst into tears and dashed out of the kitchen and into the family room and her recliner. I refilled my glass with my favorite sour mash and hit my computer. I was looking for extended stay motels and comparing prices. Suddenly my phone began to buzz, letting me know I had texts coming in. They were from CeCe. She had gotten off work and made me a new video. I decided to give her a call. "Hello my lovely lady. How goes it this wonderous afternoon? All is well with thee I pray?" I said when she answered.
