Having just finished licking cum from, and fucking my lovely wife's used pussy, the question of who gave her the fucking that left her so tender and so full of cum still remains unanswered. I sat in the chair across from our bed wondering whom she had been fucking without my knowledge, but at the same time I couldn't help but enjoy the sight of her, spread eagle on the bed.
About a half-hour had passed with her legs still spread wide open exposing to me, her cock ravaged twat, when she began to wake up. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked. "Not long." I responded. I could sense a little uneasiness from her which made me even more curious about why she reacted the way she did when I first found her lying on our bed, worn out and full of cum. It was kind of strange how she was hesitant for me to go down on her, especially once she realized that I new she had just been fucked, but I wanted to take advantage of the situation rather than to get angry with her. There would be time later to find out whom she had been fucking, and why she didn't tell me.
"So why didn't you tell me what you had planned for the day?" I asked. "It wasn't planned, it just happened." She replied.
"So who was he?"
"You don't know him, he comes by work occasionally and flirts with me, but I always shoot him down."