A few weeks ago, Kelly stunned me by cheating on me in our own bed. Well, I say cheating but in fact she set it up so that I would arrive shortly after her lover departed, with his come still leaking from her used pussy. It was an incredibly slutty thing to do and actually quite unlike her, but she had apparently discovered my passion for reading and writing hot stories about group sex and creampies. Connecting that to what I have always told her was my "ultimate fantasy" - doing her with another guy - she decided to take matters into her own hands.
After her affair, things were actually pretty normal between us. Cleverly, Kelly had turned her experience into a hot seduction and made sure that I had a very good time fucking her sloppy seconds to keep things on a positive note. We have had sex many times since then and neither one of us has brought up the affair since it happened.
Of course, that was until one afternoon I got a telephone call at work. It was Kelly. I could hear the distinct sound of her smoking a cigarette on the other end of the phone and my dick stiffened slightly. Kelly is well aware of my smoking fetish and especially since her affair she has made sure to smoke much more frequently - daily in fact - in order to keep me in a high state of aroused tension.
"Hi honey," she whispered into the phone. I could hear that her breath was a little short.
"Hey sweetie, what's going on?" I replied.
"I'm horny," she said in a soft, throaty voice. "I'm laying here in bed, fucking myself with a dildo right now."
I gulped. The image was very sexy, my gorgeous wife lying on her back with her legs spread, thrusting a 2" thick dildo into her dripping snatch. "Wow...I wish I was home right now." Her next words left me paralyzed with tense excitement though.
"I do too. But maybe I'll just call my lover again to come fuck me. Bye..."
The dial tone was loud in my ear as she disconnected.
The next several hours were difficult for me. I couldn't focus on anything but the image of my wife being fucked in our bed by another man. Was she just teasing me? Or would she really do it? Hell, she had done it once so there was no reason to think she wouldn't! The clock dragged by and yet I had work to do and couldn't break away early. Finally, I finished up and headed for home.
Like the first time, when I arrived I could immediately smell the scent of her cigarette when I opened the door. Now it was less uncommon though, so that alone revealed little. I didn't know whether I hoped to find her used and naked in our bed, or up and about and not freshly fucked by some other guy. Ultimately, as I entered the living room, Kelly zoomed right up to me and gave me a smoky french kiss. She was fully dressed in a T-shirt and skirt and certainly had none of the freshly fucked look from the week before. She acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but there was an amused gleam in her eyes that continued all evening.
I didn't want to bring up the subject, so at first I tried some subtle investigation. I checked the hamper for come soaked panties, but she had just done the laundry. Similarly, the bed sheets were clean and gave no evidence. I even tried a few times unsuccessfully to cop a feel of her crotch under her skirt, but she knew what I was trying to do and avoided my touch to frustrate me. Finally, after dinner, I was forced to ask.
"Well, did you?"
She took a minute to light a cigarette and slowly exhaled in my direction, smiling slightly. "No. But I thought about it. You never know what might happen next time though."