"Where the hell have you been," I said as Julie came in the door.
"Oh, oops. I didn't think you'd still be up," Julie said.
Julie had gone out to a party with some of her friends. I hadn't felt like going, so I'd hung around at home reading, watching TV, surfing the net and finally just waiting for her to get back. She was late, very late. She had opened the door as quietly as she could, shoes in her hands, obviously intending to sneak upstairs to bed without waking me. The trouble was, I wasn't asleep.
Already pissed off, I leaped up off the couch and stalked over to her. Julie was standing in the doorway, her head down, looking very sorry. She was also looking damn hot. She had worn one of her wildest outfits to the party. The little black top was barely more that a bra with fringe, shiny and thin enough that you could see her areolas through it if you looked even a little closely. The matching skirt was so short it barely covered her ass. She usually wore a thong with it. Had I known that was what she'd be wearing, I wouldn't have let her go out alone.
"The party ran late," Julie said apologetically. "I'm sorry I didn't call. It was a little crazy."
As I got closer to her, my eyes were fixed on her breasts. Pissed off or not, I loved looking at her, especially at the swell of her full breasts. Then I noticed something odd. The inner slopes of her breasts, pressed together by that sexy little top, were oddly shiny.
"Wait," I said, looking more closely at her breasts. It was as if they had something wet and sticky on them. "Julie, what is that?"
"What?" she asked, looking away, trying to look innocent.
I reached out roughly and grabbed hold of her top, pulling it toward me. As I did, I could see her whole bare breast. I could see her nipple. It looked swollen and hard and there little red marks all around it. The inner slope of her breast and her cleavage was covered in thick, sticky fluid.
"What the hell is this, Julie?!" I barked.
Julie lowered her head, her face flushing red.
"It's..." she said in a whisper.
"It's what?" I snarled.
"It's cum," she answered.
I was staggered. Julie and I had been married for a couple of years. We had a non-traditional relationship. Neither of us was really big on monogamy and we'd had some wild times together. We weren't really swingers mostly because, at the time, we hadn't know what it meant. We hadn't clearly defined that aspect of our relationship, and now the result of that vagueness was oozing between my wife's tits.
"I'm sorry," Julie said, seeing the look on my face, "Things got a little out of hand."
"A little out of hand," I shouted, "You come home with cum on your tits and you say things got a little out of hand?! Get your ass upstairs!"
Head down, looking meek, she started upstairs and I followed. From below, I could see the bottom of her firm, sexy ass peeking out under her little back mini-skirt. However angry I was, I couldn't help but admire the view. I fell back a step to get a better look. What I got was another gut-wrenching shock.
"What the fuck?!" I shouted, "Julie, where the hell are your panties?"
She stopped and looked back over her shoulder at me. There was no doubt about it, from where I was standing I could plainly see her bare ass and, worse, her naked pussy peeking out between her gorgeous thighs.
"Well, I kinda lost them," she said softly.
"You lost them?" I shouted, incredulous. "You lost them? Get your bare ass into the bedroom, right now!"
We walked the rest of the way up the stairs in silence. I couldn't take my eyes off Julie's firm ass or look away from the glimpses of her pussy between her legs. I wondered where and how she had "lost" her panties and what had happened afterward. I wondered if it was my imagination or was her ass a little red, as if it had been spanked? Did her pussy really look wet and puffy, as if she had been...
I followed her into the bedroom without a word. She sat down on the edge of our bed. I stood over her, staring down. She wouldn't look up, wouldn't look at my face. It didn't matter, I wasn't looking at hers. My eyes were locked on the slowly drying cum between her breasts.
"I'm really sorry," Julie said quietly, "I was drinking and dancing with some guys and... things just got out of hand."
"Yeah," I said, my voice feeling thick and harsh in my throat, "Yeah, they really did."
I reached down and turned her face to look at me. Suddenly, something swelled inside me, rushing outward from my groin to fill my entire body. It was hot red rage and blazing fiery passion like I had barely known. I surged forward, grabbing Julie's shoulders and throwing her back onto the bed. She landed with a frightened shriek. She looked up at me, her eyes wide. Her breath was coming in quick gasps that made her cum-covered tits swell in her little black top. I couldn't take my eyes off of them.
"Now things are going to get out of hand here," I growled savagely. "For starters, you won't need this."
I leaned forward and with a quick, rough twist pulled apart the front clasp of Julie's little black top. Her full breasts popped free, released from the tight fabric. There was no doubt now that Julie's breasts were dotted with little red hickeys. Even her nipples looked swollen and red.
"Looks like they loved your tits at the party," I growled, "and I know you liked showing them off... getting everyone hard. I know how much you like hard cock."
I stepped back to look at her. Julie's eyes were closed, her face red. Her abused breasts were heaving with every breath. She had fallen with her legs slightly spread. Her little skirt had ridden up and I could see her puffy, wet pussy.
