Note: This story is full of the cuckold fantasy, including cleaning and adultery. If that is not your thing, please move on and don't waste your time reading something you won't enjoy. For the rest of you, please enjoy this new, edited, and elongated version of my story.
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We were both new to the area and had moved because my wife was starting graduate school. Although we were in our mid 30s and already had a couple of kids, it seemed like life was going back in time for her. Long hours on campus, lots time away from the house, and a lot of time mixing with younger students. As per the norm, many of those younger students loved to party. I was pretty excited about the move, actually, because I was betting that a few of those college students likely fantasized about sleeping with the Teaching Assistant.
It'd been two years since I mentioned to my wife that I would love to see her with another man, but she always blew it off. Once in a while we would fantasize about it, but for the most part it really wasn't what she was into. In fact, she told me quite clearly that it was beginning to turn her off, and it really didn't make her comfortable. So, I let it go and kept my hot wife fantasies to myself. However, once she started grad school, my imagination went wild with fantasies involving her sleeping with some older professor or younger student.
She was invited to a lot of parties and I always tried to accommodate her, partially for my own selfish reasons. Thinking about her at a party with all of those younger fraternity guys, drinking, flirting, and just having fun. Or thinking about her as a TA, meeting some undergraduate to help with an assignment, and having a hot 21-year-old try to seduce a 35-year-old mom. All of those thoughts were exciting to imagine, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that a hot wife situation would come true. But when you've been married for ten years, you learn that once in a while, your wife can really surprise you.
My wife went to a birthday party to celebrate one of her new colleagues 26th birthday. The plan was for her to come home at 1:00 in the morning, and we been texting steadily throughout the night as I was home with the kids. Then, at around 12:10, the text messages stopped. Usually if I texted her, she texted back, especially at a party. But not this time. I sent one text, then another, then another and finally a last text. No response at all. I thought it was strange for her to stop texting as she was supposed to be home within about 45 minutes, but, she could take care of herself and I figured she was just busy having fun. I tried to stay up and wait for her, but eventually, I fell asleep on the couch.
Later, I woke to the sound of a door creeping open and then closing. I looked at the clock on the cable box and made out the time: 2:30 A.M. 2:30? She was just getting in now? What happened? My brain had just started to work as her feet tiptoed closer to the couch. Her hand ran through my hair as she stood next to me. She looked at me, gave me a smirk and said " I see you didn't you wait up for me."
"You were supposed to be home by one. You stopped texting me. Is everything okay?" I asked her, sitting up.
"Oh yeah, everything is more than okay," she said with kind of a smirk to her face. I looked up in her blue eyes and saw they were electric and strangely seductive.
"You look different," I said.
"I feel different," she told me as she started to pull off my shirt.
"Do you want to stay here on the couch?" I asked.
She just nodded and started to pull my pants off. The, her eyes met mine with a really intense stare, and she looked me straight in the eyes. "I have to tell you something..."
"Oh?"
"There was a reason I stopped texting you..."
"Really, and why is that?" I questioned her, curiosity filling my brain.
"Promise you won't be mad?" she asked, her voice full of mischief.
There was no way I could be mad as her fingers started unbuckling her pants. I shook my head, feeling butterflies of excitement rise in my stomach.
"I want to show you something, but I only want to show you if you promise you won't be mad." She stepped out of her pants and moved her hands to her bra strap, standing over me. "You need to promise me."
I leaned back on the couch dressed only in my boxer briefs, my body tingled with excitement. My voice, shaky with anticipation, finally muttered out "I promise."
Her hands unsnapped her bra, and but for her cute, red, boy short style panties,she was naked. I started to think how I couldn't wait to be inside her when, in the dim light of the living room, I thought I could see little marks around her breasts. As she stepped closer to me, I thought she would pull her panties off and straddle me. Instead, she moved her body around and placed her thighs over my face in a 69 position! Again, something she rarely likes to do, but really exciting on the rare occasion it happens. The she slowly lowered herself over me.... almost waiting and listening for my reactions.
I smelled it before I saw it. The unmistakable smell of cum. But not just her cum... A man's cum. As if my sense of smell wasn't enough, I could see a big, long wet spot on the bottom of her panties right over her pussy. I couldn't speak, but I let out the slightest moan.
When she heard that moan, she lowered her sweet, covered pussy to my face, making the evidence of what had happened become stronger and stronger. As the scent became more pronounced and the used pussy came closer to my shocked face, my want for her became extraordinary. I couldn't quite believe this was actually happening.
My tongue made its way out of my mouth and slowly, delicately, licked the warm, wet fabric covering her beautiful mound. I had never tasted anything like it. It was a little bit of her taste combined with an added unfamiliar bitterness. She groaned and her body shook a little as she felt my tongue scrape over the wet spot. I don't think she could stand the wanting, because then she pushed her whole, cloth covered sex in my face. The taste became stronger and I wanted more. I wanted to taste was left inside.
I grabbed the waist band of her panties and pull them off of her body, whilst keeping my mouth in place. As she squirmed to kick the panties off, her pussy pushed right over my mouth. All that movement made a thick glob of cum drip out of her red, swollen pussy lips and it found it's way to the corner of my mouth. It would have been easy for me to just let it make its way down my cheek without tasting the real evidence, but I couldn't help myself. My tongue moved as if it were possessed, licking the corner of my mouth to pull in the evidence; the evidence of her fucking someone else. And the flavor was amazing. Bitter, yes, but also with a tart sweetness. It tasted as if the cum was coated in her juices.
I began to lick and swallow and built up a rhythm of licking and swallowing, licking and swallowing as more of this mysterious stranger dripped out of my unfaithful wife's beautiful sex. Her vaginal lips were loose from that sex, and she looked quite stretched out. Her moans increased and she started to forcibly push herself over my mouth, making it seem less of a partnership and more like my face being used as a sex toy. I thought she was going suck on my cock, but she was too wrapped up in her own pleasure and didn't even bend down, keeping her body perpendicular to mine, which really worked to make his cum flood out of her and into my waiting mouth.
She begin to buck over my face, yelping and purring for what was likely her second orgasm of the evening (if not more!) and although I was still in shock over whole event, I was so excited and ramped up over what had happened, that I could only lick faster, drinking in all of the sex that she had had. Finally, I could feel her whole body quiver and a deep moan come out of her, unlike any sexual sound I had ever heard. Her pussy convulsed over my mouth, opening up one more time to release one last flood of their fluids into my waiting mouth. The amount of cum that came out of that boy must have been enormous... I just hoped my wife remembered to take her pill that day.
I almost came without touching myself, right then and there, but I'm glad I didn't. It would be better to wait for when she actually told me the story of how she had fucked him.
