My most sincere thanks to cutiepie8976 for editing the story. Any shortcomings, if any, are entirely on my account
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"Oh my God! what have I done?" she thought as she swung into their driveway. She hadn't intend to take it this far but here she was, returning to her husband with her lover's semen seeping out of her body. Worst, she had her daughter with her when she finally surrendered to her lover's charms. Her stomach churned. In a sense she had used her daughter to cheat on her father. "I'm a rel bitch," she hissed to herself between her teeth.
Fred was asleep and she was thankful for that. He would have definitely seen the freshly fucked look on her face. Samantha put Pattie to bed besides her brother and took a quick shower.
Her body was glowing with the fucking it had got. She looked in the mirror. Red marks were lining her breasts. Bob's bite marks were there for anyone who cared to look. Her inner thighs bore red scratch marks around her pussy...the leftovers of the passionate foreplay she had indulged in with Bob.
Samantha removed her bathrobe and quietly she slipped in the bed besides the naked sleeping form of her husband and shut her eyes.
Samantha woke up to the feel of her husband's gentle and warm kisses on her neck. Oh God how she loved that!!
Fred had snuggled up to her. She was turned away from him but he had pressed his body with hers. Fred continued nibbling her ear lobes...pressing his growing cock into her buttocks.
"Honey you took so long...I feel asleep playing with my little thingy and thinking about you."
Samantha flushed.
Fred grabbed her swollen breasts from behind and began to lovingly squeeze them." Baby, oh baby, don't leave me alone for so long," murmured Fred.
Her eyes closed, feeling his lips brush across her stomach. So soft. So warm. Her hands went to the back of his head, pulling him gently to her, anticipating where his mouth was moving to next.
She forced herself to open her eyes and look down at him. The top of his head. A glimpse of his warm brown eyes. A hint of a smile across his lips as he showered her body with kisses. She closed her eyes and felt herself lose to the sensations. She flushed with embarrassment as she remembered how just a few hours ago her lover had positioned himself on top of her body and made love to her.
She forced herself to open her eyes and look at her husband, revelling in the sensation of his warm mouth as his lips travelled further down her body. She liked the new lines fanning out from his eyes when he smiled at her. Suddenly she blinked as images of the evening past once again flashed across her eyes.
Fred kissed his way back up her body, flicking his tongue across her nipple before making his way to her neck. Samantha sighed as her husband pressed his lips to the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder. She shifted slightly and pressed her legs together, feeling herself get wetter as his teeth grazed her tender skin. She wanted to cry out... to beg him to forgive her for the sin she had committed. She desperately embraced her husband in an act of atonement.
They kissed tenderly. Lips to lips. Barely brushing against each other, parting lips, gently sucking at her bottom lip. The tip of his tongue tracing her lips, then parting them slightly. She felt herself melting into his kiss as their tongues entwined and began the slow dance that would lead to their bodies doing the same dance.
Fred slid on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his weight. She sighed in contentment. His hands moved from her shoulders, stroking the length of her arms, finding her wrists. His fingers wrapped around both wrists and simultaneously lifted her hands above her head, pressing them to the bed.
Samantha parted her legs to welcome her husband. Her hips rolled up towards him and her legs wrapped around him. He was hard and waiting to slip inside. She was wet and eager. And as she rolled her hips up to meet him, the head of his cock made contact with her velvety soft pussy lips. He closed his eyes tightly for a second and took a deep breath. She arched her back and took the first inch or so of the head of his hard cock inside of her. She wanted more and tried to thrust against him. He wanted to plunge the full length as hard and deep as he could thrust it. But instead, he just softly began to thrust against her. Just an inch. Just enough to make her tremble beneath his touch.
"Please," she whispered through ragged breaths. "Please make love to me," she barely whispered, not wanting to sound vulgar but needing him inside.
A smile played across his lips. She looked up at her husband, desperately pleading with those soulful blue eyes, the eyes that looked inside his heart and tugged his soul from its safe depths out into the open. Eyes locked, he felt her melting into him, and it was more than he could stand to not be part of her.
"My baby," he whispered, never breaking the gaze. "My baby," he whispered a little louder, this time pushing slowly into her. His lips moved to her lips, not quite kissing, more just brushing against hers as the head of his cock sank as deep inside of her as he could push. With an intentional hard thrust, he pushed at her with his hips and slid all the way up inside her.
She gaped uncontrollably. He was the absolute perfect size. She could feel every single inch as he moved. Her ankles locked behind his back and she arched her back to take as much of him inside as possible. The rhythm of their bodies moving together began to build. He could feel her wrapped around him. He could feel her moving, thrusting, quivering, and every movement sent dangerous waves of pleasure through his body. Her eyes closed and he could see her losing herself in the pleasure. Then she would force them open again, quickly making eye contact again, gazing deep into his eyes as though seeking some kind of reassurance. He thrust, harder and deeper. Hearing her cry out gave him a thrill and made him want to do it again, harder and deeper. So he did. Again and again, as hard and deep as he could force himself into her, wanting to make her cum hard. And he did. But as he heard her moaning grow louder, the desperate scream of pleasure forming in her throat, he knew he wasn't just pushing her over the edge. He was falling over the edge himself and it was exactly where he wanted to be. He felt her body convulsing. Her muscles contracting around his cock as it started to throb, juices flowing down the length of his shaft, dripping onto his balls as he felt them tighten. She buried her face in his shoulder. Her mouth moved against his bare skin, softly biting trying to keep from screaming. He dipped his head to hers, catching her lips with his, pulling her face back up to his.
"Open your eyes," he demanded wanting her there with him. "Look at me." So she did.
"Always love me," she begged softly. "Don't ever stop." She was still cumming. He could feel the twitching. And his own climax swept through his body as she whimpered, her lips still touching his.
They clung to each other desperately. She wrapped her legs back around his waist and pulled him close, loving the feeling of his body shuddering and spasming on top of her, thrusting those last few thrusts, then collapsing against her, burying his face in her neck. She looked down at the top of his head and placed a kiss there, still feeling the pulsing of her lips around his softening cock.
Exhausted they lay entwined for a long time till sleep took hold of them.
Samantha woke to find herself alone. She had overslept. Fred had sent the kids to school and left for the office. Her skirt, blouse and panties had all been put in the washing machine along with the kid's clothing. The note on the kitchen table said that he had also prepared a light breakfast for her.
She smiled. It was just like her Fred, always the caring husband.
Then the guilt hit her.
Her pussy was sore but she was feeling sexy all over. In a span of twelve hours she had been fucked by two different men.
Samantha lay in the bath tub silently. Every part of her body was still caressed by a purring, lazily feminine satisfaction.
HER LOVER! Was it that??
She had been fucked by another man. True she had been flirting with Bob -giving him the come on signals. But now she had crossed the limit between flirting and affair. Where would it lead to, did she have any idea?
This question continued to nag her next couple of days. She avoided all calls from Bob. She instructed her staff to take up all calls from his office so that the project work wouldn't stall.
She had to face it. She remembered admiring his full grown cock with its lovely curve, caressing it, feeling it throb in her hands. She trembled. It was the first time after marriage that she had taken another man's cock in her hand and played with it.
Bob was great, a nice person, a pity his wife didn't know what she had ignored and lost.
AND HE HAD FUCKED HER.
And he had fucked her because she had consented.
AND SHE HAD ENJOYED IT.
