(extra)marital Sex Life #9

Kate has never looked more desirable and sexy to me than she did in that moment she looked at me across our bed. If I needed proof of the explanation of my therapist about my sexual fetish of cuckolding and reclamation, here it was. I knew at that moment I looked at her that my wife of 30 years, friend for 40 years, had been unfaithful to me as I had asked her to and I longed to know what had passed between her and Paul in the intervening 9 hours.

But, readers, let me describe what I saw when we looked at each other for nearly a minute saying nothing. I sucked in the details of an erotic fantasy come true.

Her greying blond hair was slightly tousled -- bed hair -- and her make up was slightly smudged, old, and her lipstick was long gone. Her throat and chest were flushed red from sexual activity and arousal and she had an obvious love bite/ hickey on the right side of her neck here it met her collar bone. Her lovely breasts had seen much activity with her pert nipples sticking out of well sucked and red areolas which looked well sucked and sensitive.

Moving down, her lovely Rigby and Peller lace boy shorts were in place and her legs tapered down to her always shapely elegant feet. Kate herself held my gaze but there was vulnerability and uncertainty there and my heart went out to her. She may have enjoyed her evening with another man, but she had done so at my instigation and now wanted the reassurance that I would not reject her for her "infidelity". I lifted the sheet of us, reached towards her and she came to me, our lips closing over each other's mouths.

As I kissed her, in that moment, I could smell the difference in her condition and taste it too in her mouth. Sure, my attuned senses picked up the scent of her fading perfume, her perspiration, her deodorant, and the musk of her sex, so familiar to me after so long. But, layering on those smells were new ones: his deodorant, his after shave (surely, Cool Water by Davidoff?), his sweat and body musk -- a manly unfamiliar sensation. And, I wondered, was that musky, tangy scent semen -- had he cum on her as well as in her?

Her mouth tasted vaguely of alcohol, old kisses and a top note, a faint saltiness -- was that his semen too? Had she swallowed his load during their illicit coupling last night or this morning? All this crazy stuff ran through my hyper alert mind as I soaked up every sensation in that amazing first reunion.

I had to know. What had happened? Where had she been? What was Paul like? Yes -- she said -- I have been with Paul all night and now she was home. She wanted to make love.

She touched my lips with her forefinger and asked me to ask no more for now and just to fill her up - she needed to feel me inside.

We kissed deeply and passionately and I cupped her lace covered vulva with my left hand and felt how hot she was. My god -- it was like she was on fire. Kate arched her back and groaned into my mouth as he pushed her pussy into the flat of my hand. God I was hard! I had not felt this turned on in years and my cock was bursting with eagerness. I moved on top of Kate and pressed by erection against her body, rubbing against the roughness of her lace boy shorts.

She parted her legs and guided my hand between her thighs. A brief, but fierce tremor ran through me as I felt her panties. They were wet - not damp with excitement, but wet with the sperm which had leaked from her lustful pussy.

Kneeling back she parted her legs at last and I ran my hands up the back of her thighs and took hold of her waistband. I wanted to see her muff, to explore once again her holy of holies. She lifted her bum and I eased her knickers down and over her feet. Immediately, I smelt the familiar scent of her arousal, and on top the musky smell of semen. Paul definitely had given her a creampie. I held her knickers to me face an inhaled the profound essence of a woman's arousal and the evidence of her infidelity. It was heady.

To be honest I did actually prefer it - as far as I'm concerned a women hasn't been fucked properly unless she has a load of sperm in her pussy. I wanted her to return to me having been seeded by another man and then I would get to reclaim her and add my sperm to the load in her married cunt

Looking down at her there, vulnerable again, I took in more details. Her pussy was engorged red, raw almost, her waxed vulva glistened with arousal, wet from ejaculate. In her pubic hair on her mons, I could see little pieces of those jellied sperm clots from one of Paul's orgasms. Had he cum in her and on her? Kate looked me in the eye -- did he cum in you, I asked. Yes, she said opening her legs wider -- twice. I could not resist: for the first time in my life I went down on her to taste her pussy. It was not like the porn movies. They would have you that a creampie is a massive sticky mess of gooey, slippery white jizz. Now, from experience, that can be immediately after your partners has had sex with someone else, but now, some hours after they had sex, Paul's sperm had denatured and what was left just made her wet, like water. Nonetheless, I licked each fold of her labia and got the salty tang of Paul now and again. This was too much and I slid up Kate to kiss her on the mouth. You have been very naughty I said. All she could say was fuck me, and so I did. I slid my aching prick straight inside her with one move and she closed her legs around me pulling me all the way in, gasping as my cock head bumped her cervix. I started to thrust -- all the way out and all the way back in again. Kate smiled into our kiss and said the nicest thing: "oh darling, I forgot this -- you feel fantastic".

Ego boosted I pumped her deeper and deeper. Fuck me, she kept saying. I bent her over like a clam and slammed into her. This always his her G spot and now she started to build to an orgasm. Kate was so aroused, so hot, so wet -- it felt amazing. I could feel her Kegel muscles working my dick, crushing it with each thrust, tightening her vagina. My balls were now high and tight against my body, my carefully conserved load of semen boiling to get at her.

Kate's jaw set hard and her eyes half closed, a real sign that she was about to cum. Go on, go on, fill me -- she whispered -- I'll cum when you cum.

I now stood on the flats of my feel and fucked in the squatting position driving down into her well used cunt. She leant forward to watch me disappear into her with each motion. That is so hot -- she gasped.

Now I felt my orgasm was close, I slid back into the missionary position and picked up the old rhythm that always made her cum in this position. Kate wriggled her hips beneath me as I ploughed her into the mattress. Then, I knew there was no holding back. I'm cumming, I rasped. Then the spasm hit my scrotum, and I came so hard, jet after jet, 5 big pulses, erupted up my urethra, and out as deep inside her as I could get, mixing my seed with whatever was left of Paul's sperm next to her uterus. I groaned loudly as I had one of the best orgasms of my life and I have had quite a few memorable moments!

Kate's eyes opened wide and she came in response, her legs kicking alongside my hips, her pussy clenching around my pulsating dick. Aahhhhh, she moaned -- another orgasm to add to her others earlier that night with Paul.

Shiiiitttt, I gasped, as my orgasm waned, holding myself firm in the pressup position, my dick softening in her depths. At that moment, Kate reached up to kiss my mouth, and her pussy let out a squelchy queef -- a wet fanny fart! We both then just burst out laughing. As she laughed, Kate clenched her whole vagina and my prick was ejected along with a mass of semen that dropped on to our sheets, dribbling down her crack and over her lovely little bum hole. We laughed and laughed in each other's arms. What are we like -- she laughed. I have no idea, I replied. And we lay there entwined, sweaty and wet and together.

We lay there for a while, until I said that I really wanted to know what had happened with Paul and every detail. Kate sighed and laid back, her hand draped across her breasts and tucked her legs up. She said she would tell me everything, but only if I got her a cup of tea first. I slid off the bed to head to the kitchen. I returned with two mugs of tea, to find Kate had mopped up most of the wet patch on the bed and was taking a pee.

Sitting in bed together, propped up against the pillows, in the afterglow of reclaiming my bride's pussy, drinking tea, Kate recounted the tale of her evening with Paul.....

Paul had been as excited as a teenage boy on the drive to the restaurant to meet the yoga crew. He spoke about me a lot and wondered what I thought was going on: did I think they were having an affair? Did I mind his wife heading off with him? Then he heaped praise on her appearance and dress and told "K" that she looked sexy. Kate said she also felt giddy like a young woman going on a date with a new man.

They walked into the restaurant together and Paul stayed as close to her as possible taking her coat and handing her a drink without asking her if she wanted one -- Kate noticed some of the gang giving each other knowing looks. Paul was almost flaunting his possession of her. She played up to it a bit, she admitted, as it felt bad and exciting.

The meal was loud and liquid with a good deal of banter over indifferent food and less impressive wine. She said it was unmemorable stuff, except that at one point, towards the end, she felt Paul's hand on her right thigh under the table cloth of the packed table booth. With cheap wine buzzing in her head, Kate ignored the hand and carried on talking to someone on her left as his hand gradually ventured to her inner thigh and a little higher. She subtly checked that no one had noticed, or at least appeared to, and then ever so slightly parted her thighs as everyone kept talking and shouting. Paul's left hand crept higher as he spoke with the guy on his right, until his pinkie finger was ever so slightly brushing Kate's new lace knickers. Kate at that point realised how turned on she was, as she thought it quite possible she could climax just sitting there.

This was mad, so she closed her thighs, slid his hand off her and gave him a brief stern look. But Paul could be in no doubt that she was up for a night of dirty games.

Time wore on and the gang unsteadily said they were off to another bar to dance and drink more. Kate and Paul went with them -- that is when she texted me -- but as soon as they were in the noisy disco bar (definitely not a night club), Paul came up behind her in the press of people and said they should just split and go back to his flat for a quiet glass of wine. Like coffee last time? Kate teased him. Or coffee in the morning, he smirked back and Kate said that was the point she committed to staying the night with him and fucking him properly.

Paul drove them back as he had only a couple of wines over the evening so he was not impaired, he said, in any way.

Kate said they didn't touch each other until they were in the flat. She took off her coat and he went to hang it up, and lock the front door. Well she thought, that is me for the night. She was standing in the middle of the living room, as he returned to her -- immediately he leant in to kiss her and she draped her arms over his shoulders.

Then it was a whirl.

Kate said he went at her like a man possessed. He lead her into the bedroom, saying that it was time for some mind blowing sex, which she really did feel was what she wanted: tbe honest, she said, it was pretty good!

The bedroom was minimalist like the rest of the flat but at least romantically lit with a large white bed in the middle of the room and a large TV mounted on the wall facing the bed.

Kate described the next hour as some kind of gymnastic sexual marathon -- Paul obviously had some kind of scenario that he wanted to play out which was to act out some kind of compendium of sexual positions with her like a porn film for himself. He was in a rush, but Kate didn't mind as she was by now almost dripping with anticipation (her words) and desperate to get going. She said she really liked Paul and his energy and enthusiasm - he was very positive if just a bit prissy, and just a bit too neat. However, when the got going she said he was liked Woody Woodpecker -- permanently thrusting, trying to enter one of her three holes!

She was stripped to underwear very quickly and Paul was in raptures at her underwear, enthusing and admiring it. Kate said she had to stop his nervous chatter so sank to her knees and slid down his tight white briefs to reveal his very erect cock. He was uncircumcised, long, thin and his glans tapered finely, with the last 1/4 of his penis tilting markedly upwards. Without delay, she took him in her mouth savouring the musky taste of his glistening pre cum. Paul ran his hands through her hair and gripped the back of her head pushing himself into her throat, which Kate does not like. She tolerated it for a while but then gagged and told him not to push too hard. Paul said sorry but she was just so hot, a really greedy, dirty girl (which she thought off key, but never mind).

Kate's blow jobs are superb and she will have cradled his balls (normal size, mine are much larger apparently) and savoured the full length of his shaft. Kate has the ability to tighten her lips and then wank you firmly with you mouth and it really does start to feel like you are about to cum! Paul then said he was getting too close to shooting his load and that it was her turn.

On the bed, he slipped off her briefs and Kate too off her bra so she was fully naked. Paul admired her waxed pussy and closed his mouth over her mound and parted her labia with his tongue. Kate said he was good at head, in that he ate her pussy like a ripe peach, but he still did not get tonguing her clitoris right. She loves her clit being given the full 50 hertz tongue treatment and Paul concentrated (beautifully she did say) on her perineum, labia and vagina, inserting his long tapered fingers deep inside her. This was very good, she admitted, as he was straight on to her slightly roughened G Spot. Very quickly she started to feel her first climax and reached down to wank him while he did the same to her.

Her first climax -- hot concentric rings of quivering delight, Kate always says -- passed and Paul then abruptly lined himself up with her entrance and kissed her firmly on the lips squeezing her in a tight embrace. He then just slid himself gently inside her pussy. It was very different sensation -- Paul was long and thin, and his cock head initially curved up to graze her G Spot before he reached her cervix and bumped up against it. Kate quite likes this so it was not an problem until later, when he was battering away at it at 3am after a night of perpetual penetration.

No sooner had he got Kate into a rhythm in missionary and she was thinking of a full orgasm, then he stopped withdrew and slid his cock up her chest, between her boobs and into her mouth. He fucked her mouth for a while with a constant stream of dirty talk, before telling her he wanted to try doggy style.

Kate rolled over, raised her bum and presented herself to him. She did say that she was enjoying being bad and beautiful, a slut, a fuck toy and wanted to feel that new cock from behind. Paul rode her doggy style pushing her face into the pillow and inserted his thumb gently into her puckered anus, which Kate quite likes but after that, Paul would not keep away from her bum. He withdrew at one point and then pressed his glans against her anus. No, she told him. She did not do that. He laughed, and said she was no fun, before plunging his cock back into her pussy.

As he drove into her, Kate thought okay let's cum in this position, but then he changed again. This went on and on. Different positions, edging towards mutual orgasm. Doggy, Missionary, Cowgirl, Reverse etc. Eventually he flipped her into a final missionary and told her he was going to cum and she felt his thrusting tempo and urgency increase. Thank god, Kate thought, and allowed her own climax to build. Soon, she felt him harden, deep inside her and his thrusting became faster, more ragged and shallower. Then Paul gasped, stiffened and call out her name as he ejaculated his full load at the very entrance to her uterus. Kate climaxed at the same moment, showering kisses on Paul while he continued to pulse inside, spurting his seed into her unfaithful womb.

They lay together spent and Paul enthused that he could easily fall in love with her and Kate asked please don't! He smothered her in kisses and compliments while his prick softened and slipped from her. She felt very wet, his semen dribbling out down her perineum and filling her bum crack. They were very sweaty in the hot flat and soon dozed off. Paul kept touching her and slid his fingers under her bottom and trailed semen out of her and over her body.

Around 1am, Kate was aware Paul was hard again and reached behind her -- they were spooning -- to rub his growing hard on. And then they repeated the previous fuck, except that Paul kept slipping is fingers in to her bum crack, and rubbing his jism over her back and chest. Kate reckons he was marking his territory: he kept calling her "mine" and how he wanted to spend the night with her as often as they could.

Another hour of sexual contortions and filthy talk, started to tire Kate, so unleashed her sure fire means of bringing any guy to orgasm. She made him lie back and gave him another epic blow job, holding his chest down with her free hand while wanking him into her mouth. Then, when Kate felt his ball sac tighten, she eased off, stood up, straddled him, and with feet flat on the bed, and hands on his chest showed him how the Kate Superpower worked. She lowered her hips onto his dick, reached around to insert it, and then took him all the way inside. In that way, she then rode up and down the full length of his shaft, his cock gripped in a vice and rubbing her G spot again. In a minute he announced he was coming and she said keep going. Then he spasmed with a deep growl and shot his bolt for a second time right up inside her. Kate sat down on his pulsing dick and allowed her own orgasm to let rip, clenching Paul's eager cock.

As they lay together, as they came down, Paul wanted to talk about Kate and me and what we did and was I any good in bed and did we still have sex etc etc. Kate now felt this was getting too off piste and tried to evade his questions, all accompanied by him feeling her all over and probing her pussy and bum etc. She did not want to tell him anything about us and certainly not that I was encouraging her to fuck another man. He kissed her all over - playfully he thought -- and gave her the three hickeys I had found. He had done this to send me a message and to mark his territory. One on her neck, one on her right breast and one just on her pubic hair line, which would be invisible until she undressed. I couldn't really mind as I have done this to other husbands and once or twice in places that the wives were not aware of them...

Sleep came upon them both and it was not until @4am that Kate woke for a pee that either of the tired lovers moved.

Kate decided it was time to return to me: thought about texting me but decided to just get back, and began looking for her clothes.

to be continued...