Chapter One
"I've been a bad girl, baby." she whispered as she crawled into bed behind me. She snuggled up to my back, slowly reaching around to toy with my sleeping member.
"What exactly did you do?" I asked.
"I kissed a boy tonight, but that's not the bad part. The bad part is that I liked it. I liked it a lot. The bad part is that I can't stop thinking about it. His tongue on my lips, his hand on my ass, his hard cock pushing against my belly. The bad part is that I want to do it again." By now she had manipulated me to an erection with her right hand, and I could feel her moving the fingers of her left across her clit. She stroked my cock with slow, deliberate movement while she feverishly worked herself to an orgasm. Her fist clenched tight around me as she came, a long moan telling the story of just how horny she was. She pulled my shoulder, moving me onto my back and rolled on top of me in one fluid, graceful motion. I slipped into her effortlessly and she let out another long moan.
"God I need to be fucked right now." She said, talking to no one. Her hair fell down in front of her face as she began to rock, rotating her hips faster and faster. Once she got into a rhythm she moved her arms behind her, pushing her breasts up and throwing her head back, riding me wildly. I came much too soon for her, and she continued to grind her pussy into me, milking the last bit of firmness from my cock. Her hand went back to her clit and she clenched around my fading organ as she quietly came again.
"If you come home and fuck me like that again then you can kiss whomever you like." I told her.
"Really?" she asked, obviously piqued.
"Well, yeah. Kissing a boy is no big deal, and if it turns you on so much then I'm okay with adding a little adventure to our sex lives."
"You are the best husband ever!" she gushed. She settled her face into my neck and we fell asleep, perfectly satisfied.
The next morning was like any other. We got dressed, picked through the paper over coffee and left for work. At about 4:30 I got a text message saying that she was going out after work with a few girlfriends. Thinking that she may have ulterior motives, I sent her a reply.
=If you kiss any boys, make sure you put your hand on his cock so you can feel it. All of it!=
As soon as I got home I went straight to the bedroom to do something about my raging hard-on. I stripped down and lay on the bed, fisting my cock. I couldn't get rid of the image of her kissing some guy while she rubbed his cock through his jeans. Thinking of how horny it was making her sent me over the edge, cum shooting up and across my chest and stomach.
After cleaning up, I tried to get some things done around the house but was too distracted to get very far. I kept hearing phantom car doors, hoping she was home. Strangely I was anxious with anticipation rather than fear and dread. Just the thought of my wife acting like such a slut was better than any porn on the internet. But I still made an effort to find something that measured up. As soon as I closed the lid of the laptop she walked in.
"Hey babe, are you surfing for porn?" she asked.
"Absolutely, how was your night?" I asked, trying to hide my enthusiasm to hear about it.