Writer's Notes: Yes as usual I include a small section of part one to help you catch up. Enjoy!
"I will be careful about what I say. It would not be good if you tell her."
"I know! But she is my wife and I still love her and I... uh, well you might be able to control what you say all the time but I'm afraid my conscience will make me slip up."
"You feel guilt about it already?"
"From the moment I got off of you. I... it isn't you; I'm the one that was controlling my actions. I..."
"I understand, I'm feeling a bit guilty myself, she is my friend after all and I enticed you even if it was by accident... but please don't tell her. Not only might it ruin our friendship but also it will take your relationship with her down even more. Especially now, it could do too much damage to your marriage. That would not be good."
Looking miserable, he just nodded his head. Susan decided it was time to leave before her husband left the house next door. She carefully backed away from the fence and noiselessly made her way back into the house. As she went, she thought about what she had seen and heard. She was still very hot under the collar about her husband cheating like that even though she was slightly mollified as she learned that it was not only a one time thing, but that it hadn't been planned.
What really filled her thoughts though, was what they had each said about her. Becky's comments about her had made her angry. Saying she was acting like a bitch, it was none of her business how Susan treated her husband, but when Kyle had agreed it had shocked her. He very rarely called anyone any name and he believed it was his responsibility as a husband to build up his wife not tear her down. If he thought she acting like a bitch, or as he would say a royal pain in the bottom, then she more than likely was acting that way. In fact, if anything she was acting even worse than he was willing to admit. He did tend to be overcautious about saying anything bad about her. It was part of his nature, he just didn't believe in putting people down especially his wife in public. Of course, he didn't do it that often in private, but he never did it in public. Maybe she did need, as Becky had said, a good fucking. It had been a while since they had sex and even longer, since they had any really wild hard sex, there had been a lot of emotional tension building up inside her. Maybe she did need a release of some type; sex would a most pleasurable release. Even if it didn't help that much, it would still be fun and would at least take care of any sexual tension that had built up. She would have to wait a while till his sexual tension built back up though.
A week later, about the same time of day she called Kyle to their bedroom. Susan was wearing a medium long skirt whose hem fell to just below her knees and was straight down, and a see through white blouse that had long puffy sleeves. It was very Latin looking. She acted a little angry, but after she made sure he had seated himself in the slightly stuffed chair they had in there she, instead of getting in his face as he expected, straddled him. She had her legs on either side of his, and was sitting in his lap facing him. Next, she smiled at him, took hold of his face, and proceeded to kiss him, long and hard. She could tell even though his face was covered by hers, that he had been taken by surprise.
When they finally came up for air she said, "I realized we haven't done this for a while, and I think we both need it. I know I do."
She kissed him again, a series of even longer and harder kisses. He responded with his own kisses. Three and half minutes later, she broke off the kisses and got up. She saw the disappointment on his face but knew he would like what she planned next. She took a couple steps over to a portable tape player and pushed the start button. A fast Latin dance song began. He looked puzzled until she stepped before, having made sure before she called him in the floor in front of the chair was clear, him. She started moving to the music, slowly at first just swerving back and forth but quickly as she got into the music, began moving her feet. Thirty seconds later, she started unbuttoning her top. His eyes got big as he realized this was a striptease. She hadn't done a striptease for him in three or four years. Not that she had done a lot of them, but starting with their honeymoon, she would usually do one or two per year, sometimes four. This one with the Latin steps looked like it was going to be good.
As she danced, she let her opened blouse flip open and close for a while. She would at times do high kicks forward and smaller sidekicks, causing her skirt to flip up revealing her thighs and sometimes giving him tantalizing glimpses of her panties. At one case she turned around as she kicked up, showing him that she was wearing a thong. God, that would made him so horny. He hadn't been that hot for over a year. She slipped off her blouse in a dip. Soon, he didn't see how, her bra was undone and was again slipped off in a dip. He gasped as her magnificent breasts were displayed to him. After about a minute of watching them bounce with her movements, he felt like undoing his pants and masturbating as he watched. Soon after that thought, she unzipped her skirt and after holding it for a few seconds she suddenly stopped, letting it fall to the floor.
She danced around some more with just the thong panties on. Some of the steps were with her back to him. God, watching her butt cheeks move like that excited him. He didn't believe it possible, but the sight of it made him even harder. He was already as hard as he had been in years, and he could feel himself get even harder. Finally, she stopped right in front of him and between pants; she asked him if he wanted to do the honors.
He first thought about saying 'let me think about it for a couple hours' but instead he just reached up, grabbed hold of her panties and pulled them down. He pushed them to the floor and she stepped out of them. He glanced up at her pussy but only saw it for a couple seconds before she moved. He looked at her panties, which were still in his hand and saw a wet spot on them.
He smelled it and knew she was wet, very much wet.
She lay down on the bed, spreading her legs, and said, "I want you in me now."
He saw no reason to deny her, so he climbed on the bed then over her. He lay down on top of her and after years of practice with her, easily found her center of ecstasy. He pushed in his hard rod, all the way to the hilt with one push. Both let out groans of pleasure as he did. He rested for two seconds, feeling his cock wrapped by her warmth and wetness. Next, he pulled out all the way and inserted himself again. He repeated that once, then twice knowing that she liked it when he kept entering her like that. Finally, he settled down and began to fuck her. He easily got a good rhythm going and kept it up for a few minutes. He increased the speed of his thrusting and joined her in increasing the loudness of his moans.
As his climax was just starting to really build she said, "Are you close?"
She hadn't asked that in a long time and never at this point but he managed to reply through gritted teeth, "Its just starting to get close."
"Good."
He continued his thrusting and after a particularly loud Ghhhhaaa, she asked if he was close. He said, "Yeees, God... Close."
"Good... (Moan) Pull out and get up here (Groan)."
He almost stopped in his surprise and shock, saying "What!??"
Through gritted teeth she said, (moan) "I want you to cum on my breasts... please."
He said softly, "Uh oh" as warning bells went off in his head, but pulled out and quickly scooted up her body. He ended up straddling her upper stomach with his hard and wet shaft. He placed one hand in the middle of the shaft, and began to slide it up and down. She joined in after she reached around him and pulled him closer. Mary leaned forward and licked the tip sending waves of pleasure through him. He continued the movement of his hand, and suddenly he arched his head back and she grabbed hold of his balls and gently squeezed, sending him over the brink. Warning bells went off as she grabbed his most sensitive spot, but she only rolled them with a soft touch.
His eyes closed automatically as he cried out with an "NnnnGGaaaa". A large dollop of cum sprouted out of the tip of his cock quickly followed by a second and third, almost as big. His hand was going super fast up and down his manhood, continuing until his head finally went forward again. Three more fast back and forth motions, and he relaxed. Sagging as he enjoyed the after glow of his orgasm.
He opened his eyes to look at the results, and his eyes widened in passion as he saw where his sperm had landed. There were globs of the stuff all over her breasts. One larger pile looked to be made up of two or three sprouts was halfway down a side of her right breast and was now sliding down onto her chest. Another three separate sprouts were partially covering her left mound of arousing flesh. His wife's boobs were significantly smaller than Becky's therefore, Kyle knew, a larger percentage of each would be covered by the same amount of the white, slimy stuff; but at the same time, it did look like he had shot a larger quantity than with Becky.