"Tell me the truth?" I asked my wife.
Natalie replied, " I'm nervous telling you what you have always suspected."
Her lovely green eyes averted my gaze as she continued, "I knew it was something that was going to happen. I would go in early when I knew only John was at work. The way I would present myself to him in those tight fitting outfits that you would allow me to wear."
She paused, adding, " It's difficult to tell you this."
With a slight grin, my cock getting incredibly hard visualizing her having sex with another man, I said to her, "Don't feel that way. You know I adore my perfect wife. Why don't you send me one of your stories that you like to write describing how you enjoyed yourself? I'd love to read it. But right now, I'm so incredibly turned on I'm going to take you to bed and fuck your sweet, willing pussy."
A couple of weeks passed and, as you could only imagine, I was unable to keep my hands off of her. Our sex life was truly amazing. Then one day, opening my e-mail at work early one morning, I received this letter from my loving wife:
" I always made it a point to get to the office before everyone else knowing that my boss was going to be there. I would sit in the car for a few moments before going in and would fuss over my hair and makeup in the rear-view mirror making sure it was just perfect. I would adjust my large breasts in those tight blouses that you like to buy for me and enjoyed John's glares when I came into the office. I would walk through the door hoping for a look from him. Sometimes, I would remove the modesty button from my blouse and intentionally leaned over so that he could have a clear look at my tits. One morning, I found John in my office looking for a report I worked on the day before. Approaching him, he told me how stunning I looked. I was wearing that provocative low cut white blouse and tight black shirt that I always wear when you want to show me off. He explored my body with his eyes a moment longer than usual and I thanked him for the compliment. He asked me to sit at my desk and help with the report. When I sat down he leaned over the chair and put his hand on my shoulder. My nipples began to get harder. He asked a couple of mundane questions about the report and began to slowly move his hand from my shoulder down towards my breasts. I turned toward him offering no resistance allowing him my tits. I slipped my blouse over and unclasped my bra exposing myself and relished the idea of his hands on me. I was finally getting what I wanted for so long. John began caressing my tits circling my hard nipples with his fingers. I was eye to eye with his crotch and saw the bulge in his pants. My pussy was becoming very moist.
I stared at the outline of his growing cock. He brought his head down and began to suck on my nipples. I moaned with desire and pulled his face onto my soft breasts as he used his mouth on me kissing and biting my erect nipples. With my other hand, I reached over and started to squeeze his dick. I felt the light touch of his tongue on me while I groped at his hard cock through his pants. Through the fabric of his trousers I could tell his cock was very thick. I tried to unzip his pants but he stepped back and pulled me up off the chair. He lifted up my skirt and then tugged at my red thong.
"Take off your panties," he demanded.
Reacting too slowly for him, he repeated himself in a sterner voice, "Natalie, do it now."
I pulled up my skirt and removed my panties. He grinned at my obedience. Looking into my eyes, he moved his hand down to my hot pussy. I let out a little sigh that was a mixture of apprehension and delight. He started to caress the folds of my pussy. I was incredibly turned on as his strange fingers explored me. I easily forgot all my promises and thought only of my desire to have his strange hands on me.
I pleaded, "Yes, John, that's it. Keep touching me. Oh, that feels so good."
He told me, "Natalie, spread your legs wider. Let me enjoy your gift to me."
I gladly opened up my legs for him. His breathing became deeper as he continued to feel his way around my swollen pussy. My juices were dripping down my thighs and he began to roughly finger fuck me. I felt as if I was going to cum right then.
I sighed, " Oh, yes sir, I love your fingers inside me. Keep going. Touch my clit. "
I held my breath when he put a couple of his fingers deep inside me while forcefully rubbing my excited clit with his thumb. I began moving my hips responding to the way he toyed with my pussy. I could feel his lust as he discovered me. Then, crouching down with his fingers still fondling my pussy, he lifted up my shirt with his other hand. He hesitated for a moment to enjoy the sight of his prize. He fell to his knees and gently began to lick the folds of my swollen, wet lips. I remember holding onto his head balancing myself while he used his tongue on me.
He guided me back down into my chair.