My wife Linda just turned 56 years old. She could pass for 40 any day. She carries her 36C tits quite well, with just a little bit of hang, and they are seldom restrained by a bra. She has great legs and an ass you just want to bite. Chestnut hair and a smile that could light up Manhattan complete the picture. We've been married about seven years, but have known each other for about 12.
We work for the same company, but at different times. She sometimes works second shift, while I'm usually on first. Sometimes we don't see each other every day, but it works for us. Once in a while, she and some of her co-workers will stop for a late night bite on the way home, usually at a Denny's near our job. Therein is a tale...
One night about two years after we were married, she came home around 2, which was not unusual. She quietly got undressed and into bed. I sleepily reached over to pull her close, starting to get hard as I felt the curve of her waist and her right breast-she had her back to me-so I moved in a little closer. My erection now stiffening, I moved into position to take her from behind. She was strangely resistant, almost as if she was avoiding my entry. A little persistence and I was soon inside her, only to find her pussy quite wet. My wife is almost always ready for sex, but this was a little more lubricated than usual. Did someone have a little more slam in her Grand Slam breakfast than was on the menu?? I was somewhat hurt that she would play on me, mostly because she had not told me about it. I had told her early on that if she wanted to have an occasional encounter, I was good with it, just let me know what's going on. Sloppy seconds has always been a fantasy of mine, and the idea that she would be coming home to me full of another man's come would be a real turn on. At the same time, I was turned on by the possibility that my wife was lying next to me, taking my cock in her sloppy pussy, about to get a second load. It did not take long for me to release a big load inside her, and we both drifted off to sleep.
The next day, she slept til about 10. I had already gotten up and was making her tea, which she likes in the morning. She came out in her bathrobe. She was a little sheepish, as if she were ashamed of something. I took her by the hand, and lifted her face up to look at me.
"I have to ask you something. I need the truth, and I promise not to get mad at the answer, no matter what it is."
"OK..." she said tentatively.
"Did you get laid last night?"
She looked at the floor a second, then back at me.
"Yes," starting to cry. "I'm so sorry, I hope you can forgive me. I love you and everything we have together..." her voice trailed off.
I lifted her face toward mine and kissed her.
"You're not mad at me?"
"No," I said. "A little put out that you didn't tell me about it, but we'll get past that."
Her previous husband had split with her when he found out she had been involved with several guys over the years. He had also told her she could have lovers, but apparently the idea was better in theory than in real life. She had told me about all her affairs before we married. That was when I told her I did not mind if she played around, as long as there were no attachments, and she told me either before, or right after, since you can't always plan these things. Now that it had happened in real life, we needed to deal with it. We came up with a code she would text to me when an opportunity arose, and let that be our plan. It has worked well, and has led to some interesting times. Having put that behind us, I asked her how it happened.
Her story:
About 5 of us went to Denny's after getting out last night. The waiter there is a grad student (the city we live in is home to a state university campus) and he had taken care of us on a few previous late night visits. I thought he was cute. You know how I like those shaggy blond surfer type guys, and this guy was it. We'd always been kind of flirty, and last night was no exception, maybe a little more so than usual. We broke up around 12:30, and I headed out to the parking lot.
The others left, and as I was getting in the van I heard from behind me, "Thanks for the tip!!" It was our waiter, Mark. I turned around to see him opening the car next to me. We had left him $20 on a check totaling around $75.
"Most welcome, you're always good to us, and a lot of fun." I looked at him a second, standing there with the light breeze blowing though his shaggy hair.
"How would you like to give me a tip?"
The look on his face was priceless. I unlocked the van and opened one of the back side doors.
"Get in."
He followed me in and pulled the door shut. I led him to the back seat, sliding in all the way, pulling him by the hand. As soon as he was on the seat, I kissed him hard, pulling his shirt off. He undid mine, pushing it over my shoulders and onto the seat, then unhooked my bra. By that time, I already had his jeans unzipped and was pulling out a growing cock. I stroked it until he was totally hard-he must have been 8 inches, it was big. I ran my hands through the hair on his chest while he played with my tits, making my nipples stand up. After a couple of minutes, I had him lift up his hips and pulled his jeans down and off. This left me down on the floor in front of him, exactly where I wanted to be. I took his cock in one hand and licked up and down the underside, licking around the head, and then back down. I did this a couple of times, then took the head in my mouth and gave it a good workout with my tongue, then slid down on his shaft slowly. I kept working his dick slowly, occasionally pulling off it to tease the head, then going back down on him, all the while massaging his balls and playing in the blond curls around them. He was starting to leak come, and I knew he was not going to last much longer. I picked up the pace, and I could hear his breathing get heavy. He started leaking more, and I knew I had him.
"Linda, honey, I'm going to come."
I pulled off him, slowly stroking him, looking up. "I know, I can taste you already. Let me have it, I want you to come for me so I can taste it all."
I went back down on him, feeling his balls tighten up as he got closer. I backed off a little to hold him off a little and make it more intense, but within a minute his hips shook and his cock pulsed, and he shot a huge load. I swallowed as much as I could, but some still spilled down my chin and onto my tits. As he subsided, I lifted off his cock and licked my lips, then scooped up the extra come with my finger and licked it clean. I looked up at him. He was in dreamland. He looked down at me.
"That was unbelievable!! I never had anyone do that so good!!"
I smiled up at him. "I love giving head, and I've wanted to do this for a while. I just wasn't sure how to approach you til now. That was quite a load!!"
"You had me really turned on, and it really got me going-I mean, coming."
He pulled me up on the seat and kissed me. I put my tongue in his mouth, letting him taste his come on me. He started undoing my pants, pulling them down along with my panties, til they were completely off. He knelt in front of me.
"Turn about is fair play," he said, and started kissing my upper thighs, licking up to the edge of my bush, then around it, getting close to my lips, which were already open, but not touching them. He was driving me crazy!! Finally, he licked up one side, then the other, then just barely grazed my clit. I jumped when he did that, then again when he licked right over it.
"A little jumpy?" he asked.
"You're making me crazy," I said. "Put that tongue in me!!"
He slowly licked my labia, this time flicking his tongue inside me, and swirling it over my clit. After about the third time he did that, I was ready to explode.
"You're going to push me over the edge!!" I said.
"I hope so," he said, pushing his tongue deep in me while sucking on my clit.
