“Have I got a story to tell you,” Penny complained as she walked into their home late at night, her hair disheveled and with the obvious look that she had been on an intense date.
John looked up from the book he had been reading. He had expected his wife to come home much later, it was not yet even midnight. Usually when she was with a new lover it wasn’t uncommon for her to take the whole night and come home the next morning. “I take it things went poorly tonight?” he asked.
“It started off just great,” she said, smiling, taking off her shoes. “But things went rapidly downhill after...” she trailed off as she began buttoning her blouse. Beneath it she wore a bright red silk bra. It was the same one she always wore when taking a new lover, so it was no surprise to John when she exposed it to him, but it still caused a stir in his groin and his cock to stiffen. He knew that this response was conditioned—he had conditioned him to it—and that made it all the more enjoyable.
“After what?” he asked when a few moments went by after he realized that she had stopped talking and he had stopped listening. He was entranced by her semi-erect nipples that were just barely outlined under the silk.
She smiled, somewhat angrily because of his inattention and the earlier events, and said, “That would be telling the end before the beginning.” She crooked a finger at him, indicating he was to get out of his chair and follow her to the bedroom. He did so eagerly, watching her from behind as she shed her plaid skirt, revealing red panties matching her bra. They were string bikinis for Penny never wore a thong, declaring that type of undergarment was for sluts only. He shapely ass was barely contained by the shimmering smooth material and John’s lust increased as he followed his wife eagerly to their bed.
She ordered him to strip and he eagerly did so, practically jumping into the bed as she watched him, wearing only her bra and panties. His wife was never hornier than when she had just fucked another man. She stood there watching him, his cock erect and ready to take her, her pussy was already wet with her own fluids and the semen of another man. She was certain John could see the wetness showing in the crotch of her silk panties, but she wanted to make him wait, to tease him simply because she could.
“You just want to fuck me, don’t you,” she teased him.
He nodded like an eager boy. “That’s right,” he agreed. “You’re all buttered up so I can just slide right it!”
“Sometimes I think the only reason I get to fuck other men is so you don’t have to do any foreplay,” she complained in a false tone.
“No,” he disagreed, shaking his head, “it’s so that I can fuck other women too.”
“Let me tell you what happened tonight, before you get to come. A little patience will do you good,” she said, leaning forward and taking his cock in hand. She knew through experience a little masturbation and some torrid talk of her adventures could keep him erect and ready for hours. He groaned in complaint, but fell back into the mattress as she slowly teased her fingers up and down his penis. It might be a while, he thought to himself, but I’ll get to fuck her used cunt tonight.
She began to tell her story. “First, Tim took me out to eat at a nice little restaurant. It was a sweet gesture, but I had already told him I really only wanted to have sex with him...”
***
After they had finished eating, she followed Tim in her car back to his place. She was usually more comfortable in a hotel room, but for a good affair she was willing to try almost anything. They had met a few years ago while taking a college course and there had been an immediate sexual connection they kept alive by constant flirting. Tim had never acted upon her constant dropped hints because he was married and noticed immediately that she, too, wore a wedding band. That didn’t stop him, however, from taking off his shoe one night at a group study session and massaging Penny’s crotch through her tight jeans while they sat at a conference table with four other students. She found it impossible to concentrate on the work being discussed, because she was far too distracted by the sensations in her pussy, feeling her own juices making her panties soggy. After the study session was over she had asked him to finish what he had started. He begged off, saying he didn’t want to betray his wife. She pressed him harder as they talked in the student union hallway, going so far as to place her hand on his package. He was erect and ready, but backed away. Penny became angered and accused him of being a cunt tease. After mumbling a quick apology he all but ran away.
The tension they had created couldn’t be denied by either and they kept in touch on a casual basis. That changed a few weeks ago. Tim wouldn't say why but now he was suddenly eager to fuck her, consequences and risks be damned. She didn’t let on her husband would know. Penny was all but certain his wife had either left him for someone else or he was alone for a week while she was out of town. To her, it didn’t matter why, she was just as eager to get in his pants as she was the first time he was teased her with a promised fuck.
“Would you like a drink?” he offered when they walked into his modest and unremarkable home.
She shook her head no. “Why bother? We already know what we’re going to be doing, right?”
“Well,” he stammered, “maybe to loose things up a little.”
She laughed. “I’m already loose enough to have sex,” she said. “Alcohol will just dull the sensations down. Let’s get naked,” she announced.
He smiled in appreciation as she began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her bright red bra. The cleavage she bared was unremarkable, firm but somewhat small breasts. The important thing to Tim was they didn’t belong to his wife. “Yeah! Let’s,” he agreed, almost over-eager, and practically tore off his shirt and pants. He stripped so quickly Penny didn’t even have time to enjoy the show that many men liked to put the first time they bedded a woman. He was naked before she had even finished unbuttoning.
“It seems you’re ready,” she said, her voice low with lust. He was a bear of a man, slightly taller than average, though shorter than her husband, but thickly built. Burly arms and shoulders, a waist that was once athletic but now beginning to show the signs of a slight gut, legs thick like the rest of him. He was of a moderate complexion, with dark, curly hair on his head, chest and, most importantly, between his legs. The thick pelt that surrounded the base of his cock was as black as night. His cock stood straight up pointing at the ceiling, it had an eager red tint with the large head beginning to purple with anticipation. His meat was thicker than her husband’s, but she knew that size, though desirable, wasn’t everything a man could offer.
“How do you want to fuck?” he asked. It was crudely put, but forgivable given his great excitement.
“In the bedroom, I think,” she said coolly. “Antics on a living room couch are fun, but tend to stain the fabric.”
“Right,” he agreed, “this way, follow me.” He trotted down a long hallway and Penny followed, admiring his taut ass. She imagined she could hear his cock slap against his belly as he quickly moved down the hall. As she entered the bedroom she finished removing her blouse and dropped it casually on the floor.
He was on her in a moment, kissing the side of her neck then quickly working down her chest and trying to pull off her bra as he bit at her soft flesh.
“Slow down,” she told him. “A lady doesn’t like to be rushed. I think you’re a little over-excited. Maybe you need a blowjob to cool down?”
“Really?” he asked, his kissing stopped as he looked up at her. He had already fallen to his knees to better reach her breasts and as he gazed upward his eyes were practically shining with lust. “My wife, uh, that is, I don’t get that too much.”
Penny chuckled at him. “You can tell me that your wife doesn’t like to give blowjobs,” she said. “I know you’re married.” She arched an eyebrow. “Ring,” she said, pointing at the band on his finger. “And you’ve told me before. It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Well, you’re married too,” he said. “Does your husband know you’re going to get fucked by another man tonight?”
Yes, Penny thought to herself, but avoided the question. “What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him,” she said, not giving a direct answer. “I’m not worried about that, I’m worried about having a good time tonight. Now lay down on the bed,” she ordered.
He eagerly complied, throwing back the sheets and laying face up so his cock was readily accessible. It pointed at the wall behind his head. She considered him for a moment, sliding her hand down the strap of her bra, as if she were about to pull it down and expose herself to him, but then changed her mind and left it on. She tossed back her straight blond hair that was cut short enough to just barely tickle the nape of her neck, then fell to her knees on the mattress. Tim spread his legs so she could move in more easily. With no preliminaries she took his large cock head into her mouth, wrapped her right hand about the base, held herself up with her left, and proceeded to blow him.
She went down as far as she could on the first stroke, wetting the length of his cock with her saliva, then pulled back up with a strong suction. His big head slipped out of her mouth and she ran her tongue down the underside of the shaft all the way to his scrotum where she lightly held the testicles in her hand, not squeezing, just cupping, so that he would know the control she had over him. A shudder went through his body and he sighed heavily, enjoying her work.
“You’re good,” he complimented her between groans.
She didn’t respond, for her mouth was already too full of his erection. Up and down the long shaft of flesh she went, keeping him well lubricated with her saliva and working the base with her hand.
“I’m gonna come,” he announced suddenly, far before she thought he would be ready.
“What?” she mumbled, letting him fall free of her lips, but continuing to stroke her shaft. At that moment he climaxed and his spunk shot out over his chest and stomach. He sprayed her slightly on the cheek and the thick white liquid slowly dripped down her sculpted jawline. Absently she wiped it away with the back of her hand. Tim groaned in both relief and complaint. “Ah, I wanted to come in your mouth,” he said.
“Then you should have said something before you were about to finish,” she said. “I still managed to get the job done it seems.”
“Made a mess of myself,” he said looking down at the rapidly cooling semen on his torso.
She laughed at him and found some tissues on the nightstand. Tenderly she wiped up his leavings from his chest and penis. “There,” she said, dropping the used tissues into the garbage. “All clean.”
He looked at her with a satisfied smile. “You treat me well,” he sighed.
