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Married Sex Life 10

Married Sex Life 10

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Exhausted by their efforts, they apparently fell asleep together in the fitful sleep of new bed partners. Eventually, around 4am Kate woke for a pee and padded to the bathroom. She examined herself in the mirror and decided that she looked pretty rough: red flushes, shot make up and sticky, sweaty skin marked by love bites and odd scratches. She stared at herself wondering what I would make of it.

Thereupon, she decided it was time to return home to see if I would like the result of my fantasy being realised. She thought about texting me but decided to just get back, and began looking for her clothes.

As Kate raked around the floor she found her bra but her pants were over beside Paul. She picked them up and stepped into her briefs, lifting up her thighs, snapping her waistband into place. Paul woke and asked why she had to go. She said it was about time to get back while it was still dark: if she did I might believe that she had crashed briefly at a mate's house. Paul said he thought I would guess what she had been up to and laid back in the bed. He reached for her and asked for one more bang before she went back. Kim suggested had had enough cock for one night and felt like someone had been hit her miaow with a sledge hammer.

Paul thought this funny and pulled back the sheet to reveal his cock, now erect and straining again: he asked if she would be cruel enough to leave him with a problem like this. Kate wanted to go but admired his brass neck and his energy, so set about stroking him and smearing precum over the head. Then, she embarked on another great Kate blow job that deliberately and ruthlessly worked Paul into a state of orgasmic pleasure. Kate was surprised that he was such a repeat performer and asked him how he had any more fluid to expel from his body! He then pulled her head down back on to his prick -- he was close. Then she felt his balls tighten in her hand as his third load of semen shot out of his urethra into her mouth. She lifted her head of him as it spurted over her cheek, chin and then he sat forward to direct the jet over her bra covered breast and abdomen. Paul was gasping and bucking -- fucking hellll he said through gritted teeth.

Best yet he said as he lay back and Kate reached for a towel to wipe herself down.

To her surprise, Paul picked up his phone and summoned an Uber. Not taking me home, she enquired. Paul shrugged and said I would not believe her story if he dropped her off.

And this was fatal for Paul. Kate likes being taken care of and treated right. Now, he was sending her home in taxi like some lightweight piece of young tail he had just picked up.

She dressed quickly and just wanted to go. When the Uber arrived, Paul too Kate to the flat door, on the 2nd floor, and did not even walk her down the stairs. Instead, he stood out of sight, naked, and saw her off so his neighbours would not see. Kate felt like an escort being sent out into the night after a session with a paying punter. She tried to kiss him goodbye, but Paul said they shouldn't as he did not like the taste of semen and she had just blown him. Kate on reflection did not think that he was being deliberately rude, but that he just was a very prissy guy who was, well, very self-focussed.

In the taxi home, she felt a boiling pot of emotions. The Uber driver obviously had seen the drive of shame before and kept looking at her smudged make up and mussy hair and knew what she had been doing all night. Kate did admit later this kind of turned her on and she liked the idea of being the returning wife who had been slutting all night.

That is where we were, then. She had returned, we had a most amazing fuck and she was retelling the story in some detail as we sat in bed, nursing tea. The full details that I have given here did of course not all come out at this moment. But the essence was there and I was a mess of jealousy, arousal, anxiety, pride and love. Kate had set about this affair to satisfy my fantasy and it had asked a lot of her. Not least physically. As she said herself, a night of fucking two guys together -- as we have done together -- in your twenties or even 10 years ago with Alan that last time, was fine but now she felt her age. And her miaow (what she calls her pussy) was feeling the strain after 3 bouts of sex.

I went o make her more tea and came back to find she had fallen asleep. I switched off the lights and slipped into my running gear to go and clear my head.

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Out on the still dark streets round Chelsea, I came to terms with the eroticism and relationship dynamics of the last 36 hours. And indeed the last 4 months.

I can see from comments her on Literotica, that the cuckold haters are affronted, which they all will be always! But I also value the comments of those who experience or fantasise about these kind of situations. It is important for me to be clear that this is a true story and I lay it down here as it helps me understand myself, and it is as hot as hell.

There are many different words surrounding my sexual appetites that in one way or another talk of what turns me on and applies a psychological analysis. Compersion, Candualism, cuckoldry, troilism, bottoming, stagging, voyeurism etc etc etc. All I know is that I love Kate and have done madly for 40 years. For 30 we have been married. What I have learnt about our mutual sexuality is that we are both very sexual people. We love each other but more importantly we are best friends. What turns me on most is the threat to our intimate relationship posed by a third party -- the fear of losing her heart in whole or in part -- and the thrill of reasserting myself with her emotions. Sperm competition is a real thing and I think it is fundamental to all relationships. All males fear their partner being inseminated through having sex with another male -common to all mammals at the very least. Some female mammals -- primates in particular -- are noticeably promiscuous looking for the strongest sperm donor from as many males as she can manage. Alpha males in turn look to repeatedly deposit as much seed in as many females as often as possible he can manage. I am not saying we are little better than animals, but we must acknowledge that we have shared origins and they are only a couple of million years old!

Anyway, by the end of the run I had cleared my head and my thoughts were clear. I was turned on by Kate fulfilling my fantasy and would like to stop it there, if she would. I did not think banning her from carrying on with Paul would carry much chance of getting her to stop -- she likes to be her own boss and I do not own her.

There was no sign of her till nearly lunch when I heard our ensuite loo flush and she padded down the stair wrapped in my massive bath robe. She took my coffee and we started to chat about the mundanities of marriage -- meals, plans for weekend and what we should do. There was no mention of last night until Kate gingerly tried to sit on a high stool at the breakfast bar and winced. Oh dear, she sighed, I won't sit properly for a week and sipped her coffee. Come on I said let's have a bath and you can tell me everything again.

So we bathed, both of us in our lovely deep bath, dear readers, and she recounted the whole story with frequent interruptions from me for clarifications and more detail: What was the bed like? What is in the bedroom? Did he have a good body (nice abs she said wistfully) What was his cock like? Did his cum taste the same as mine? (they all taste the same to her), did she feel him cum when he ejaculated inside? Did she know he bit her? What did they talk about? And so on.

Spent at last, with no more story to tell and now dressed in lounging shorts and hoodies, we had a very late lunch and I asked her what next then for Paul.

Kate thought for a long time with her brows knitted, looking out the window. She likes him, sort of, but more as a buddy at swimming. She enjoyed their sex -- it was very good but maybe that was just because it was new and illicit. His bed chat was pretty poor, however, and she wondered if it was all about him and his personal porn like sex experience. And she did not like being called "babe", "K", "baby girl" etc and the whole taxi thing at the end was not how she envisaged being treated.

So, on the whole, she would not encourage him and perhaps put it down to them letting off steam.

I was very pleased with that and said nothing to discourage her cooling off with Paul.

That afternoon we binged old 80's movies -- one of our favourite thing as a couple. Breakfast Club followed About Last Night. I was however, still horny and felt that I needed another release and wanted to level the score with Paul.

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I opened a bottle of burgundy and we settled back in from of the fire to watch 9 1/2 Weeks with Mickey and Kim. Well, this is a dead cert to get Kate off and I popped a Viagra as we started the movie, by half way, Kate's hand had crept up my short's leg and was heading to my firming semi. She absent mindedly stroked my prick, as she lay with her head on my chest and watched Kim Bassinger's sexual undoing. She started to massage my balls and rolling them in the palm of her hand. She stroked me again and then made us laugh by saying that in reflection she liked uncircumcised dicks like mine. More interesting and less threatening than a bald cock! Then she squeezed my nuts gently and looked up at me. These are still my balls, no one else's, and I will look after them. Then she tugged down the form of my lounge shorts and kissed the end of my now straining dick. She tied up her hair with her make up band and proceeded to give me a blow job to remember and brought be to the edge of orgasm repeatedly.

Kate alternates her technique with using rigid lips, long tongue strokes, appreciative sucking and tickling with the tip of her tongue. All the time she wanks the base of your cock and rolls your balls in her hand. I was now utterly in her power.

Hold on there she said, and disappeared to return with the lube that she was trying to insert inside herself as she kicked off her pyjama bottoms. Kate sat astride me and very tenderly lowered her raw cunt down onto my rock hard cock and slowly took me all the way inside. When I was all the way up, she sighed and said that was better than she feared and started to kiss me deeply.

We sad there with me on the sofa, and Kate astride me up to the hilt on my prick, kissing. Kate began to just flex and relax her thighs which had the effect of very slightly moving her hips over my thighs and my cock slid gently back and forth. It was exquisite for me and I told her. She inhaled deeply and looked at me with hooded eyes and breathed that my glans was right on her g spot and I was not to move. After 10 minutes of this, she was perspiring so threw off her hoodie and was now totally naked on top of me. I told her I was too close to cumming, but she told me to stay still as she was imminent and wanted us to come together.

I felt her muscles start to clamp around me and I just said I cant hold on. without changing pace or position, Kate kept going until I erupted inside her again, in turn bringing her off once more. We shuddered and gasped and swore together and then laughed as we clung together on the sofa. My dick started to soften and then slid out of her vagina, a string of semen following and wetting my pubic hair and her vulva. We sat for ages in that position just kissing and hugging, and then she said she loved me and that was all I needed to hear. I could not have been happier.

It was bed time, surely, and that was the end of a long night and day for us both, and it could not get any better.

Readers, that was in December. You ask what has happened in the 8 weeks since?

We had Christmas with our sons home and their girls with us together. And then I took Kate off to South Africa for sun, wine and great food at New Year. It was good for the sex too, though Kate did get NSU after having Paul and me give er 4 loads in 24 hours. Too much cum and to many hormone and pH changes. Kate pronounced this was nature's way of telling her to stop having sex but we did restart very cheerfully at New Year in Cape Town.

Since returning, Kate has not been in contact with Paul much but he did pester her a lot after their night together. He sent her flirty texts which she played with straight answers and no flirting back (I have read them) and she had to get firm with him when he sent a naked selfie in his bathroom mirror with a semi erect cock. I will say, he does have good abs....She told him to get serious and best not to send those types of messages.

It is now February and they have not seen each other even since yoga restarted. He seems to be elsewhere and Kate's classmates seem to be no longer interested in her assumed affair.

I have no idea if this will all flare up again when the wild swimming season starts, but she does seem less interested in Paul and what has happened to him. We shall see. But in the interim, we are as happy as ever and I still have the odd wank to memories of Kate's look, smell and taste after she returned from that night with Paul, and my shuddering orgasm when I got to reclaim her.

This story is true and it may not appeal to everyone, but we are happy and very sexually fulfilled: what is not to like.

Till next time......

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