PRENUP
SweetNothingsAndBeyond
Her body stiffened. I knew she was about to cum. And the very next moment she came. Came like never before. The moment her excitement subsided, she rolled off me but still panting like crazy. Rather both of us were out of our breath. Both of us were huffing though immensely satisfied. After catching my breath and cooling off a bit, I looked over at her and asked,
"What took you so long downstairs? Seemed like you were down there forever!"
"Well, I just made sure Steve had everything he needed in the night." She replied.
"Had he all happy and satisfied?" I asked, knowing fully well her reply and the fact, "I mean with your homely behaviour and hospitality?" I added with an innocent sounding cruel connotation.
"Hope so." She replied in equal poise and pleasure, "Yesterday after I attended him, he slept like a baby until dawn." She replied with a strange giggle on her cute and expressive face.
"Did he tell you that?" I enquired with some inquisitiveness in my voice.
"Yes, of course." She emphasised her statement with a typical tinge in her voice, "That's what he told me precisely today in the morning." Saying so she glanced at my questions filled face and then rolled over to the other side and fell asleep almost immediately.
On the other side of the bed I was still lying naked on my back with my flaccid penis lying on my thigh , as my mind was racing like a bullet train with the incidences unfolding before me like a nightmare of inhabitable kind.
My beautiful and faithful wife of 6 years with two bonny babies had just sucked another man's cock, in my house. And I caught her in the act. That was probably the hottest and sexiest thing I've ever seen or encountered!
Added, she came upstairs with mouthful of his cum and fucked my brains out. She made me kissed her, and forced me to taste his cum. Was that a deliberate attempt by her? Him? Or both? I still failed to fathom out?
My mind was reeling under many contradictory thoughts at the same time. As I started to rewind the actions which I had seen down-stairs in the TV lounge couch might be a couple of hours before going to bed.
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As the flash-back goes down...
Looking at the wall clock Stacy said, "It's already 10.00 PM, let me go down-stairs and check out whether everything is okay with Steve?"
"Sure Baby, that seems to be fine," I replied sleepily, and didn't make much of it as I knew how finicky she was when it comes to hospitality of house guests.
She got out of bed and went quietly downstairs to the guestroom, in her upper thigh long over sized tee with a skimpy thong-like bikini panty (that was what her usual bedtime attire), and she slipped her small feet into the bathroom slippers and moved out as I rolled over to catch some sleep.
For some unknown reason I had a hard time drifting off. And after about 15 minutes of repeated tossing around when I didn't get any sleep, I noticed that Stacy still hadn't returned from her hospitality programme. Which by any standard was a bit odd at that point of time? As I knew she had already kept the guestroom speak-n-span in the morning itself. And had changed the bed-sheet and bedcover along with pillow covers and had kept the blankets, water bottles and a couple of bedtime books in the guestroom, with a bowlful of toffees on the bedside table. Added a few clean white Turkish towels of different sizes along with other toiletries in the restroom as she was a bit of a 'Guest-Friendly-Freak'.
As she had already taken extra pain in putting and setting the guestroom to the level of satisfaction beyond a guest's normal expectations, I wasn't very much sure about what exactly could be taking her so long in the guestroom in the middle of the night? I was a bit perturbed.
Quietly I got out of my marital bed in my shorts and tee to go down and check on her as a normal concerned husband. Walking softly down the hallway so as not to wake the innocently sleeping kids -- a son of 4 and a daughter of 2.
The set up of our duplex was made so that the bedrooms along with balconies and living room were upstairs, while the drawing, dinning, TV lounge, guestroom and kitchen were downstairs. The staircase was designed and placement was such that half way down one could easily see a panoramic view of the downstairs completely. As I climbed down half way, just couldn't see a soul anywhere but unmistakably heard I some mumbling and a quiet wet slurping noise -- near yet far.
As I drifted my views and looked more intently in a way pondering over the semi-darkness of the surrounding, saw one of the most shocking things of my life! And also undeniably and unmistakably one of the hottest views ever I had witnessed in real life! Steve was sitting up on the middle of the lounge couch, with his branded Jockey brief around his ankles along with his beige coloured Bermudas; knees spread wide open to accommodate.
My sweet little innocent wife of 6 years was kneeling between his long muscular legs. She was still in her usual oversized t-shirt and the thong panty. Her small lips were stretched over the enormous, purple mushroom head of my best friend Steve's massive cock. I had heard about his cock stories back in school and college. But had never seen that before. And when I saw for the first time there was a feeling of jealousy as well as inferiority complex in me.
Despite holding his massive shaft with both her hands, the portion still left probably required a third hand of her size to capture that long shaft fully! If not exaggerating Steve's cock must be in excess of 10" in length and 7.5" in girth. She was desperately trying to hold it with her eager hands, but unable to meet her fingers over his massive girth! His cock head was resembling that of a red and ripe medium size tomato, where as the nuts were as big as tennis balls.
Not very surprising for a man with a stature of 6'3" and a body mass of 240 pounds. His past athletic background -- Ex-captain of school and college basketball; and at present a gym freak had given him the edge over others.