Mikes 40Th Birthday Ch 04

"Hey baby, I just left Brad's. Heading home now! I have a special surprise for you. I love you so much!"

I sat numbly on the couch, rereading the text message that Rachel just sent me. I still couldn't believe that my deepest fantasy had finally come true last night. I lost track of time replaying the events of last night over and over again in my head as I remembered watching Rachel facetime me with Brad. I felt like I was on a first date, with butterflies in my stomach as I waited nervously for my wife to come home from her date.

I was jolted back to my senses when I heard the key turn in the lock. My heart pounded as the door knob slowly turned and Rachel entered the house. I watched her silhouette appear in the doorway, her sandy brown hair cascading down her shoulders and her dress clinging to her tight curves in all the right places. My breath instantly caught in my chest when I beheld her, the outline of her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric, betraying her own arousal.

"Hey you," Rachel said, her voice soft and sultry as she stepped into the room, closing the front door behind her. She leaned against the door as she slid off her heels, her eyes locking onto mine as a small smile played onto her lips. "Did you miss me?"

"Hhh...hhh..hey," was all I could barely stammer out. I took in her appearance, my eyes wandering over her body, finally landing on the disheveled state of her dress. It was clear that she'd been used by Brad, and the thought sent a jolt of jealousy coursing through me. "You look... well-used," I finally managed to say.

Rachel's smile widened, as she pushed off the door and sauntered towards me with a confident swagger, teasing me with her hips as she moved. "Mhmm, baby, I was," she admitted, "Brad spoiled me. I'm such a lucky girl to have such a naughty husband."

I knew I would regret asking, but I couldn't help myself. "How did he compare to me?" I asked.

Rachel stopped in front of me, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint as she sat on my lap. While straddling me, her fingers trailed down my chest, my muscles tensing in response to her touch. "Well, Mike," she began, her voice dropping to a low whisper, "Brad's... How do I say this without hurting your feelings? Well, Brad's... he's bigger."

"Bigger, huh? I never had any complaints from you on that front."

"Oh, Mike, you know I love your cock. It's perfect for my pussy. But Brad... he's just so..." She paused, letting her words hang there as she searched for the right word. "Impressive."

I wanted to be jealous, but her words only heightened my arousal. "Impressive, huh? Well, maybe it's time for me to remind you just how impressive I can be."

Rachel ground her hips into me as she pushed her breasts against me. "Oh, really babe? And how do you plan on doing that, Mike?" Her voice was laced with a challenge and she knew just how her words affected me; baiting me to respond, pushing my buttons, driving me crazy with lust.

I pulled her in for a deep kiss, noting a slight saltiness on her tongue, "You're driving me fucking wild, Rachel."

"Am I now? You didn't seem to mind last night. I saw you stroking your cock while you watched Brad stretch me with his impressive cock," she teased, lingering on the word impressive.

I knew she was trying to get me to react, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of seeing how worked up her teasing was making me. Instead, I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear. "Naughty girl. And did you like getting stretched by Brad's impressive cock while I watched?"

I felt her body shiver against me, her cheeks reddening. "Yes," she admitted.

I couldn't believe how wound up her words made me feel. My hands roamed over Rachel's body pulling her close to me. I needed to claim her again, make her mine after she had been with Brad.

"Did he make you feel as good as I do? I asked, nervous for her reply.

Rachel hesitated a moment, before answering. "No, Mike. No one can make me feel like you do. You make me feel so safe and loved. I fucking love you. It was just.. different with Brad."

I felt a sense of relief at her reply, but I knew she was mincing her words and I wasn't about to let her off the hook from spilling the beans about last night. I loved having her tease me about her night with Brad and I wanted to see just has far she was willing to take it.

"Tell me, Rachel," I asked. "Did Brad fuck you hard?"

Rachel was shocked by the brazenness of my question, but she didn't shy away from it. Instead, she leaned in close and whispered into my ear. "Did he? Are you sure you want to know the answer, Mike? Well okay then, yes, he fucked me hard. Do you like knowing that? Knowing that he made your wife beg for his big cock? He fucked me like he owned my pussy."

My cock stiffened instantly at her words, the image of her begging for another man's cock driving me wild. I wanted to be jealous, but my kinky side took over and I just wanted to hear more.

"Did he make you cum? I asked. Rachel just nodded. "Of course he did, couldn't you tell while you watched? I lost track he made me cum so many times. I couldn't help myself Mike, he was just so damn good."

"You little slut. Tell me what he did first? What happened after he picked you up?" My voice was rough with desire and a hint of desperation that I couldn't quite hide.

Rachel paused, assessing how desperate and horny I was for her to tell me more. She gently rocked her hips into mine, finding a tantalizingly slow and tortuous rhythm before she answered me. "Well honey, he wanted to take me for a drink before dinner so we could relax and catch up. He drove us to this super exclusive, members only cocktail bar that I didn't even know existed and got us a secluded booth in the corner. God, Mike, he was such a cocky prick, just so confident and full of himself. He didn't even wait for the drinks to arrive before he took my hand... and... are you sure you want to hear the rest of this?"

"Yes," I practically yelled.

"Okay, well he took my hand and... he placed it on his pants. I could feel the outline of his cock through his jeans. Fuck, Mike, he was so big and thick. It filled my hand. I was so mesmerized by the size of him, I didn't even say a word or move my hand away from his girthy cock. He just grinned at me and asked if I found something I liked."

"Fuck, Rach. That's so fucking hot. What happened next? Don't hold back."

Rachel's cheeks flushed as she held my gaze. "He slipped his hand on my thigh and slowly moved it up my dress, and I... I let him."

"Did you spread your legs for him?"

She bit her lip, hesitation flickering in her eyes. "Mike, I--"

"Tell me," I begged, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer to me. "Did you let him touch your pussy?"

"Yes," she finally whispered. "I let him touch me, Mike. I feel like such a slut, but I was instantly wet when he rubbed my clit. I was so ready for him; I couldn't help it. His touch felt electric."

"Fuck, I can't believe you let him touch you in public. I knew something was up when you didn't answer my texts. What happened after that? Did he make you cum?"

She shook her head. "No, not there. I wanted him to, but he wanted to save that for later," Rachel replied. "He knew I wanted it, too. He was so pleased with himself, the cocky bastard."

"God, that's so hot. I still can't believe my wife was at a bar playing with another man's cock while I was home alone."

"Hehe, well this was your idea after all. But that's not even the naughtiest part."

Rachel paused and gave me a deep kiss, her tongue intertwining with mine before continuing. "So, Brad kept teasing my clit through my panties until the waitress came to take our order. As soon as she got to our table Brad slid his finger into my wet pussy. I could barely keep myself from moaning out loud. He was obviously a regular and knew the waitress and the bastard had a casual grin on his face while he flirted with her in front of me. The prick actually made me feel jealous, flirting with her while he fingered my pussy and made me want to cum on his fingers. Fuck, it was the hottest thing ever. I felt so naughty as that bastard just flirted with the waitress while I struggled to stay silent. I wanted to prove myself to him, show him I was better than her, so I ground myself deeper onto his fingers. I could barely talk he was playing with my pussy so well. The waitress knew exactly what was happening under the table and she still kept just flirting with Brad. I felt like such a slut, but I loved it. I could barely speak as she took my order and just laughed, make me repeat it as I moaned." Rachel's voice was ragged, her breath increasing as she recounted her night with Brad.

"Wow, that's so fucking hot. Then what happened?"

"Well, Mike. Then he took me back to his hotel room. He said he didn't even want to bother with dinner and couldn't wait any longer to fuck me." She paused, a small smile playing on her lips. "I know we were supposed to come home, but he made me so horny I couldn't resist. I didn't want to say no. All I could think about was feeling his big fat cock in my tight little pussy. And I knew you wouldn't mind, my kinky little hubby. You're not mad, are you?" Her lips pouting playfully.

"No, last night was better than I could even have imagined!"

"And do you want to know what happened next?

"Yes," I moaned, barely able to contain myself.

Rachel's smile widened as she continued to straddle me on the couch, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "He bent me over the couch as soon as we got to his room. He didn't even bother to undress me completely. He just pulled my dress up and pulled off my panties, leaving them dangling around my ankles. I could feel the goosebumps on my ass, my pussy already soaked and aching for him. He ran his hands over my hips and slapped my ass. He asked if this is what I wanted... to be his little slut for the night."

I kissed Rachel's neck and almost whimpered as she continued. "God baby, I needed him so badly. He made me admit it and say it out loud that I was his for the night. Say that I was his little slut. He was just so dominating that I had to submit to him."

"Did you like being his little slut?" I growled with longing. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to hear her admit it. I needed it.

Rachel's nipples hardened against the thin fabric of her dress, clearly exposing her arousal. "Yes," she whispered. "I loved it. I loved being his little slut. I needed him to take me bent over the couch, just like he wanted. I almost came instantly when he kissed my pussy from behind and started eating me out."

"Holy shit, that's hot. And did you think of me while he ate your pussy?"

"Mhmm, baby. Yes, I thought of you, Mike. Fuck, I feel like such a slut for admitting this. But it turned me on knowing that you were home alone playing with your cock thinking that we were at dinner while Brad pushed his tongue into my pussy. I imagined you sitting here on this couch while he made me cum. I know it was wrong, but fuck it felt so good to be naughty. I'm so happy you shared your fantasy with me. I still can't believe my loving husband convinced me to get fucked by another man."

The jealously got the better of me, and I held Rachel's chin, tilting her head up so she was looking at me. "You're mine, Rachel," I growled, my voice ragged with desire. "I fucking love that you indulged my fantasy, but you will always be mine."

Rachel's eyes flashed with defiance; the excitement visible beneath the surface. "Is that so, Mike?" she challenged, her voice dripping with sensuality. "Because last might it felt like I belonged to Brad. The way he used me, how me made me beg for his cock, I loved every second of it."

Her words threatened to push me over the edge. I leaned in closer, my lips kissing her neck roughly. "Fuck, I need you right now," I said as I stood up and carried her towards the bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind us, I pushed her against it, my body pressing against hers. Rachel let out a gasp as I kissed her deeply, my tongue tracing the curve of her soft lips. She opened willingly, allowing my tongue to explore her mouth as I deepened the kiss. Breaking the kiss, I traced my lips down her neck, my teeth scraping lightly across her skin. I could feel her shiver in response to my touch.

"Did Brad kiss you like this, Rachel?" I murmured against her skin, my lips brushing against her collarbone. I could feel her heart racing, her chest heaving with each breath. She didn't answer immediately, and I could tell she was enjoying this game.

"No," she finally admitted, her voice teasingly soft, "He was too busy using me. Fucking my mouth, my pussy, making me moan," Rachel whispered in my ear, her voice laced with a mix of defiance and desire.

I chuckled, my voice low and dangerous. "You little fucking tease. Tell me, did he fuck you hard, Rach?"

"Yes, Mike. He was amazing, pounding into me, making me take every inch of his thick cock as he stretched my tight little pussy to the limit. I loved feeling my pussy struggle to take him as he fucked me harder and harder."

"And did you like it?" Did you like getting fucked hard by Brad while I watched on my phone?" I asked.

I wanted to see her squirm; to hear her admit just how much she enjoyed her night with Brad. Rachel's cheeks flushed at the question, but she held my gaze, her voice steady as she replied. "Yes, Mike. I fucking loved every second of it. I loved putting on a show for you. Seeing the hunger in your eyes as I worshipped Brad's cock, watching the way he made me beg for it."

I could feel my pulse quicken at her answer. I felt a wave of jealously wash over me as I burned with desire. This was what we had agreed to, after all it was my fantasy that prompted this. I wanted to hear the details, to know all the details of her night.

My hands roamed hungrily over her body, cupping her breasts through the thin fabric. "Is this what you wanted, Rachel? To be Brad's little fuck toy?"

She gasped as I pinched her nipples, her back arching against the door. "Yes," she whispered, moaning slightly as she said it. "I liked being his toy, Mike, but now I want to be yours."

I growled, my hands moving to her hips, grinding against her to feel the friction against my cock. "You're mine, Rachel. Always."

She moaned, her head falling back against the door. "Prove it, Mike. Make me yours."

"Oh, I plan to, but first I need to know... did he... did he... did he cum inside you?

"Haha, you really are desperate tonight, aren't you? I'm practically begging for you to fuck me and instead you want to know if Brad creampied my tight, little pussy. You really are loving this fantasy aren't you?

"Yes," I whimpered timidly.

"Okay, yes."

"Yes, what?" I asked.

"Yes. Brad creampied my pussy. He filled me up with his cum, claiming my pussy as I felt him unload deeper than you've every managed to hit."

I felt a surge at Rachel's taunting words. "Holy shit, that's so hot. Did you like feeling him cum in you?"

"Yes, I fucking loved how full he made me feel. You know, Mike, he fucked me again this morning before sending me home with my pussy full of his cum. My panties could barely contain it all he came so hard. He wanted you to see how he marked my pussy. How he stretched me out and filled me with his thick, creamy cum. I can still feel it inside of me, slowly dripping out. Do you want to see it, Mike? Do you want to see how Brad used me? How he fucked and claimed my pussy? Do you want to see the evidence that you're my little cucky now?"

She knew her words finally pushed me over the edge. "Yes," I moaned, my voice heavy with desperation. "Show me."

Rachel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she slowly turned around and sauntered over to the bed, leaning over and pushing her amazing ass into the air. Looking back at me, she teasingly hiked up her dress; revealing her bare ass to me, her panties visibly wet. I could see handprints on her skin, the red marks where Brad had spanked her. "I love feeling his cum inside me, Mike. Coming home and kissing you while I could feel his cum dripping down my thigh made me feel like such a slut."

I stepped closer behind Rachel, seeing the wet spot on her panties where Brad's cum leaked out. "Fuck, Rachel, I had no idea you could be this kinky. I fucking love it."

Rachel laughed, wiggling her hips back at me seductively. "I know you do. He made me beg for it, Mike. He made me beg for him cum. Beg him to fill me up. Fuck, I came so hard feeling him spurt his load against my cervix."

"You drive me crazy; you know that right?" I growled, standing behind her as my hands followed the curve of her ass to her toned thighs. I could smell the scent of sex on her, the scent of another man marking her.

"Good," Rachel answered. "I want you to see how he stretched me, Mike. I want you to see how much he filled me up. I want you to taste what he did to me. This is what you wanted isn't it? Her words were a taunt, a challenge even, but they also turned me on more than I could have ever imagined. I leaned in closer to Rachel, my cock pushing through my pants against her ass. I could feel a tremor run through her body, as I gently tugged at the zipper of her dress, pulling it off to reveal her smooth, toned back. Rachel shivered at my touch, moaning softly as I trailed my kisses down her back.

"Mike," she moaned, her voice trembling with need. "I want you to taste me. I want you to reclaim my pussy, well at least... I want to see you to try," she teased, still taunting me.

I lowered my mouth to her exposed shoulder blades, placing a tender kiss there, before slowing tracing my lips down her smooth, toned skin, down her shoulder and finally reaching her low back. Rachel moaned softly as I gently kissed her back, knowing it drove her crazy. With a deft flick of my wrist, I unhooked Rachel's bra, letting it drop to the floor and freeing her perfect breasts. Rachel was now leaning over the bed before me in only her lacy red thong, her smooth skin glowing in the soft light of the bedroom.

She looked back to face me, her eyes burning with fire, and her lips curved up in a smirk. "So, are you just going to stare at me all night?" she asked. "Or are you going to be a man and take me like you promised?"

"Fuck, you're killing me Rachel," I moaned, my hands rubbing her thighs, pulling her closer to me. "I can't take it anymore."

"That's kind of the idea, sweetie," she replied, a devilish smile spreading across her lips as she squeezed her breasts, accentuating her erect nipples. "I want you to see what Brad did to my pussy, how he used me and claimed me last night. And Mike, I want you to give it a little kiss. Taste how he filled me."

"That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble, Rachel," I grumbled as I kissed the inside of her thigh.

But Rachel was relentless in her teasing. "Well, I'm hoping to get your mouth into trouble. You said you wanted to reclaim me, didn't you? So come on then, prove it. Prove how much you love me. Take my pussy back. Don't be scared, you'll love the taste of Brad's cum mixed with my pussy."

I couldn't resist anymore. I pushed Rachel's thighs apart as I kissed my way to the waistband of her thong. I could smell the distinct scent of Brad's cum in Rachel's pussy, and the thought only fueled my lust further. There was no going back as I gave her pussy a soft kiss through her thong, tracing the fabric covering her pussy, and Rachel gasped as I felt her wetness on my lips. I moaned with desire, the taste of them together driving me wild. I pushed the thin lace aside and flicked my tongue against her swollen clit tasting the slick wetness. I could subtly taste the mixtures of their juices, the salty tang of her arousal, making my cock throb painfully in my pants.