Part 5
A New 'Arrangement'
Claire got up alone the following day and left me in bed. She'd sorted the kids out for breakfast and taken them to school before I had even stirred at all. I awoke as she got back into bed next to me, naked once more but freshly showered and smelling absolutely wonderful.
"Yuck! You need to shower, you stink like a whore's week old knickers," she laughed as I tried to pull her to me, "Go get cleaned up and get yourself back here, I have more use for your body this morning."
Wondering to myself how my previously innocent wife could possibly know exactly what a week old pair of whore's knickers would actually smell like, I complied with her demands and returned to our bed a few minutes later.
"Me and Lizzie looked up on the 'net yesterday what a cuckold is and I don't want you to be one."
I was surprised by her sudden desire to discuss my recently-discovered sexual yearnings, starting a conversation that she seemed to be part way through already. Did she discuss
everything
with her young lover's mother? I wondered.
"Bloody hell sweetheart, did you tell her everything?" I demanded, "She'll think I'm an absolute wimp. Did you tell her you had fucked her son too?" I laughed, thinking she would never have confessed to Lizzie her participation in young George's sexual education.
"Huh Huh!..." she shrugged, nodding her head in affirmation, "Of course I did! She was shocked of course, but also very pleased. She's just glad her suspicions of him being 'gay' were unfounded, she really wants to be a grandma sometime you know."
I gazed into my wife's eyes, bewildered at how she had, in just a few short days, turned into this free-thinking 'libertine' I saw before me.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven for stepping out on you? For fucking another woman?" I asked, nervous as to what the answer would be.
"Sort of," she mused, "I am still very angry you went behind my back like you did; how you allowed yourself to be seduced by some old slapper who obviously just wanted to fuck up our marriage seeing as she couldn't keep a man herself.... But after last Saturday night, well let's say I understand just how thrilling and exciting it is to fuck someone new with no love or even affection involved, just simple animal lust."
I couldn't believe I was hearing this. My loving wife of over 15 years had just confessed she actually enjoyed the thrill of her adultery, didn't have any remorse at all, and not only that, accepted that
I
enjoyed it too.
My cock was by then fully erect, again excited by the mere talk of Claire being used by another man. I pulled her on top of me as I lay back and thrust into her damp pussy with one fluid motion.
"Are you saying you what I think you're saying?...That you want to fuck some more 'strange' cocks and you don't mind if I fuck other women too?"
I was incredulous at the thought of my previously faithful wife even contemplating such actions in our marriage, my confused mind trying to get around the idea of what she had just said.
She began to move slowly, riding my cock like the wanton hussy she seemed to want to become and looking down at me with a mischievous grin on her face, "Wouldn't you like me to fuck some more strange men's cocks?... Like me to come home to you with a used pussy and arse?... Smelling and feeling like a whore?"
It was all getting too much for me. The image of my sexy, loving wife being pounded by some stranger's cock flashing before my eyes, I started to thrust harder up at her; forcing my rock-hard erection as deeply and savagely into her as I could. She answered my lust in kind, writhing like a dervish as she rode me; as desperate for release as I obviously was. She was screaming filth at me, using the sort of language she had disapproved of just a few short days before; begging me to fuck her as hard as I could, to treat her like the whore she was. All too quickly, the hot cum built by our lust shot out of my twitching cock and splashed deep into her receptive cunt. I could feel her inner muscles pumping me, forcing every last drop of my seed into her desperate channel. She came at the same time, gasping and panting as she gripped me with her womanly thighs. We were both covered in sweat again as she fell off my now stationary hips, our mixed nectar pouring from her ravaged quim and staining the sheets once more. Lying on our backs, gasping for breath; both our chests pounding with the strain of our frenzied coupling, we eventually calmed down enough to turn and look at each other.
"Well that was interesting," she laughed, "I don't think there was much
'love-making'
in that little session do you?"
"Fucking hell Claire!... Where the hell did that come from?... I think you've killed 'Little Bob' for the foreseeable future." I laughed, grimacing as I tenderly rubbed my sore member.
"Oh God I hope not!" she shouted, "I want some more of what we have just had lover boy. You have some obligations to fill before the children get home."
She leapt out of bed then, receiving a hard swat from my right hand on the cheek of her arse as she ran away from me.
"Mmmmm... I want some more of
that
later too," she giggled impishly, "Your naughty wife has been a very dirty girl and should be punished accordingly. First though, I want you to give me a minute and then follow me into the bathroom."
Intrigued, I did as instructed and discovered my naughty wife laying in the bath with her legs over opposite sides, her sore-looking wet pussy lips spread lewdly, exposing her still aroused clitoris.
"I agree with Lizzie, I shouldn't deny you anything you may want to get elsewhere.
You
are my husband and my body belongs to you to do with as you see fit."
"You really do discuss 'everything' with her don't you?" I replied, amusement mixed with lust in my voice, my brain instantly aware of what my wickedly sinful wife had in mind.
"At least you should be able to aim properly this time seeing as 'he' is so soft." she mocked.
"You dirty bitch!" I exclaimed, "You are so going to get that naughty arse spanked later."
"Oh Fuck yes!... That will have to wait though." she laughed, as she spread her nether lips even wider with the fingers of her left hand.
Unable to control my bladder any longer, I felt the hot stream leave my cock as I fulfilled her demands and aimed it at her required target.....
* * * * * *
Our session in the bathroom proved to be quite a turn-on for Claire; she had in fact masturbated whilst I was urinating on her sex, rubbing her engorged clit frantically as my hot piss poured onto her open pussy. Once again, the debasing act did very little for me personally and I secretly hoped she wouldn't want a repeat performance too often. I had showered afterwards whilst my wife had taken a nice soak in the bath, allowing me to watch her shaving her beautiful pussy as completely bare as she had started to keep it by then.
I returned to our bed after showering and shaving at her request and waited for her to complete her own ablutions before joining me once again on our 'pleasure platform'.
"Mmmmm that feels good," she murmured as she snuggled up to my still naked body, "Have I been naughty enough for my punishment yet?"
I pulled away from her, immediately catching on as to where she was going with her enquiry, my temporarily flaccid cock twitching at the thought of what she was hinting at.
"Oh yes my little slut!... You have been a disgusting, deceitful wife and should be chastised suitably for your actions." I replied, noting her flushed expression and her reluctance to look me in the eye as I completely fell into the role she obviously wanted me to play.
Climbing back off our bed, she went to her closet and fetched one of the flat-soled canvas loafers she occasionally wore with her jeans. Placing the shoe on the dressing table she left the bedroom, casually flaunting her nakedness, disappearing for several minutes before she returned carrying a bottle of sunflower oil. My previously semi-hard member sprang to full bloom as the implication of what my, by then, nervous wife was carrying.