It had been over a month since I walked in on my wife, just minutes after she had been thoroughly fucked by, and left dripping with cum from a man that I knew nothing about. I guess that I can’t say that I know “ nothing” about him. I know that he is married, and that he has a frigid wife and a mammoth dick, that he is more than happy to ravage my wife’s twat with.
Every time that I started to inquire about the identity of her “ fuck friend”, she would just get all mysterious and then change the subject. On the other hand, if I just want to talk about how he fucked her, with all of the juicy details, she was more than happy to tell me anything that I wanted to know. She would get especially turned on when we got to the part of the story where I “discovered” what she had been doing that day. I will have to admit that it was a rush when I ran my hand over her snatch, to find it a little raw and full of another man’s cum. At that moment, any feelings of anger were blown away by pure lust. That really turned her on. The only problem is that keeping him a mystery to me is turning her on as well. Anyway, that was over a month ago, and I still feel more turned on than angry.
During the course of a typical workday, I was sitting at my desk, thinking only about how to get caught up on my month-end duties, when an e-mail appeared in my inbox. It was from home.
“Why is she not at work”? I thought to myself. I opened it, and it simply read, “ I am making you a pie”. All of a sudden, the temperature of the room seemed like it got 50 degrees hotter, and my cock was about to burst out of my pants.
“ I need to get home!” I said to myself, as I shut off my computer, and snatched up my briefcase. I am not sure if my main motivation was to discover who her mystery man was, or if it was simply to get her pussy while it was still “hot”. Either way, I was out of the office in a flash, and was heading for home.