A special thank you to Regina for allowing me to explore Reggie just a little. As usual I turn commenting off. I do this for free. I'm not a professional so I really don't need to hear bad comments that aren't constructive, usually from anonymous readers. I also don't read messages sent to me from anonymous readers. If you can't own up to your words no one wants to listen.
Part 5
Upon entering Reggie's bedroom, she flipped on the light. My eyes immediately lit up as I gazed upon the opulence before me.
In the center of the room was a king size bed covered in what must be fine Egyptian cotton sheets and a multitude of pillows of every size. Very welcoming and no doubt very comfortable. A large mirror was mounted on the ceiling right above it. She had great taste. Expensive taste.
Off to the side was a dresser with a number of dildos of varying sizes and colors and other sex toys, some displayed on pedestals. Next to the dresser was a fancy-looking desk with many drawers and a mirror. Obviously, for doing makeup.
Leading off the bedroom was a walk-in closet filled with a multitude of outfits and shoes. I doubt this woman lacked any imagination when it came to playing dress-up.
I heard a cough behind me, so I turned to look at her. I must have looked a bit shocked as she smiled and said, "Well. What do you think?"
At that time, I heard my notification sound go off on my phone. I told Reggie that I was supposed to be home by now, so I had better get going. I quickly thanked her for everything and told her that I hoped to talk to her again soon. With a big smile, I told her that her secret was safe with me and that I thought she was even more sexy and impressive now than even before.
I quickly jumped in my car and darted down the street to my driveway. Upon entering the house, I saw my wife, teary-eyed, sitting at the table with a glass of wine. My bouquet of roses was sitting in a vase on the table in front of her.
She looked up at me. "You saw us, didn't you?" she said. I nodded and sat down at the table.
"Why didn't you stop it?" she pleaded. I stared at her for a few moments and then told her all that I knew, she was devastated. Worried that I would leave her. She said she was sorry and that it wouldn't happen again. She continued pleading for me not to leave her.
We talked things over for a very long time. I told her that although I was upset at how things went down. I was mainly upset that she hadn't confided in me. I then told her the truth about Terry and the relationship I had had with him. She was shocked but also apologetic about her having been so uptight.
I guess we both had a lot of things to forgive one another for. Later, we went to bed and cuddled. Falling asleep in one another's arms.
I woke up in the morning with my wife's mouth wrapped around my cock. She was working it with her tongue, bringing it to its full glory. I looked down and all I could see was the top of her head. While I was not hung like Terry, I had a very respectable seven inch thick cock and had never had any complaints in the sack.
As her head came up, I could see my cock with her lips wrapped firmly around them. She was on fire and sucking with gusto. I was going to cum soon at this rate.
I told her to stop. She looked up at me. I then told her that's not where I was going to cum. I told her to get on her knees and put her ass up in the air. She quickly complied and even wiggled her ass at me as I got behind her.
She turned and looked back up at me. "Take back your wife," she purred. I looked down and saw her puckered rosebud. Still swollen, red, and open. I clearly saw the word 'WHORE' written in capital letters across her lower back. Barely faded even though she had tried to scrub it off.
I slapped her ass, leaving a red print. "It says you're a whore. Is that what you are?" I asked.
She looked backed at me again. Hesitated and then said, "I'm your whore. Make me yours again."
Grabbing my cock in my hand, which was already slick from her mouth, I lined it up and drove it hard, balls deep into her ass. She screamed, and I almost felt sorry for her, but this was payback. I started pounding her ass, and I slapped her cheeks, leaving it bright red. I never let up knowing I wouldn't last long, even though her ass wasn't really tight. Terry had seen to that.
Before long, she actually started moaning. She was fully face down now, her belly on the bed while I just pounded my cock into her. She was rubbing her cunt furiously with one hand and loving it.
She started to buck her ass back at me. I started to cum and so did she. I poured my seed into her ass. She exploded, crying out with an orgasm at the same time. Then I collapsed on top of her.
A few moments went by before she tried to shift her weight. I pulled the remainder of my deflated cock out of her ass. It was slimy and slick with cum, with more oozing out. She crawled up and went to the bathroom to clean up.
She spent a good while in the bathroom. She came out wearing a cotton robe, trying to finish up drying her hair.
"What happens now?" she asked, sitting down on the bed.
I looked at her and point blank asked her if she wanted to see Terry again. She paused for a moment and said, "Maybe. That's if it's ok with you. It's just sex with him. He uses me like a piece of meat, but his cock is wonderful." She added.
We talked for quite some time and decided to put things on hold with Terry. Neither one of us really liked him much, but in a strange way, we owed him, as he seemed to have helped us get back together.
Later, I told Sandra that I had a good talk with our neighbor, Reggie. I told her we should invite her over sometime and get to know her better.
The next couple of days went by quickly as we both worked and had little time to play around. Evenings usually meant we were both very tired from work. I did get a very nice blowjob, and she swallowed every drop. I think she still felt guilty, and I was ok with that. She never brought up the fact that I was apparently bi-sexual.
Saturday morning, there was a knock on the door. Opening it, I found Reggie staring at me, smiling. She apologized but asked if we would like to come to her place for a small BBQ that evening at six. With no plans, I said sure and asked if we could bring anything. She shook her head no as she was walking away. God, she had a great ass.
My wife was enthusiastic about getting to know our neighbor better, having only met her briefly on the street a few times. Sandra spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, wanting to make a good impression.
