Nancy climbed stealthily into bed and slipped under the covers in the quiet darkness of the early morning. She laid on her back without uttering a word and quickly fell asleep with her mouth agape. Moments later I awoke from her loud snoring and I rolled toward her, sliding my hand up her pale, meaty thigh and snuggling close.
My cock, stiff with morning wood, pressed against her warm flesh and my fingers ran through her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She rarely slept naked and never when sober and my heart started to pound hard in my chest. Her body tensed as my fingers curled over her pubic mound and pressed against her warm vulva.
Her labia parted and my fingers touched the slippery mess between her strong legs.
"Stop," she slurred drunkenly. Her eyes remained closed and she grabbed weakly at my wrist, trying to extricate my hand from her soaking wet pussy.
I ignored her protest and pushed two fingers inside her, making her moan softly. She continued to try to pull my hand from her sloppy cunt but her protests lessened as my thumb began to rub her hard clit.
"Why?"
"Because I want you too," my wife pleaded. Her legs loosened and parted slightly and she breathed deep and steady.
"Were you bad?" I asked firmly as I pulled back the covers exposing her pale, freckled body. Her small, pink nipples stiffened and she looked up at me with a tinge of trepidation in her half closed, unfocusing eyes.
"No," Nancy replied defiantly. She clutched my wrist and held my hand against her pussy. Her full hips began to undulate and her meaty legs started to quiver.
"Tell the truth," I continued. I'd suspected that she was cheating on me for several months but I'd had no proof.
Her breathing labored and she shook her head. Her body trembled and she closed her pretty blue eyes as she teetered on the brink of an intense climax.
I pulled my hand from her needy sex and she whimpered like a scolded puppy. "Tell me the truth and I'll let you cum." I wiped my slimy hand on her big, soft tits and looked at her with a firm, unyielding stare. My cock continued to throb and twitch and the smell of pussy mixed with cum assaulted my senses.
"Yes," Nancy said meekly. Her body went slack and a tear filled her right eye.
I kissed her tenderly and rolled between her legs. My cock slipped effortlessly into her cum filled cunt and my tongue plunged into her warm mouth, entwining with hers as I started to thrust my hips.
Her hips wiggled beneath me and her painted pink nails dug into my side. She looked up at me with crazy, drunk eyes and sobbed.
"I'm sorry," she cried quietly. Her hips met my thrusts and I felt my climax start to build. I breathed deep, drawing the pungent aroma of sex into my lungs and lifted her ankles onto my shoulders.
My cock plunged deep, pounding against her cervix as I trust hard and fast. I approached the point of no return like a run away freight train and her pussy started to spasm as she again teetered on the brink of orgasm.
I pulled my dripping dick from her gaping, pink pussy and she groaned with disappointment and need.
"Who was it?" I asked feigning anger. I had accepted in recent months that my wife was a cheating whore and the shocking part was that it didn't bother me. In fact, each time she went out with her friends, as she'd done that night, I had gotten excited imagining her fucking another man.
"My ex," Nancy replied nervously. She bit her bottom lip, making a sexy pout and I flipped her onto her belly and climbed between her legs. The pale moonlight shone through the open blinds, illuminating her gaping cunt and could see evidence of her lover's recent deposit.
"Which one?" I asked. My voice trembled, betraying my excitement , "Mark or Dan?" she'd had a dozen rx boyfriends before we were married and they'd all been tall and good looking. That wasn't unexpected given that she was a busty redhead with a pretty face and big, beautiful blue eyes. I didn't know all of her exes but Mark and Dan were the last two she'd dated before me.
"No," she replied sheepishly, "it wasn't either of them. It was Ahman."
Her admission took my breath away. Ahman was a dark skinned African from Nigeria. He was tall and sinewy with a deep voice and a heavy accent. Nancy had dated him for almost a year but after they broke up, because he'd been cheating on her, they continued to hook up regularly for no strings attached sex right up until we met.
"For how long?" I asked. I was afraid to ask but I had to know. My head was spinning but my cock was rock hard and I rammed it into her deep and hard. I was angry, hurt and confused but still very excited.
"Hours," Nancy purred softly, "all night." I couldn't see her pretty face but her words and tone left little doubt that she'd had a great night and my cock twitched at the thought of my wife getting railed by her Nigerian ex.
"I meant how long have you been fucking him?" I clarified as I lifted her ass off the bed and fucked her hard from behind. My thrusts were wild and filled with anger.
"Oh, we never stopped," Nancy panted. Her fat, juicy ass rocked back to meet my hips and our bodies slapped together making a deep cupping sound as we built to a powerful crescendo. "I wanted to end it. I really did and I tried dozens of times but I couldn't." Her voice trembled and she groaned loudly as she came on my throbbing dick. Her pussy clenched tight, milking me as she writhed in ecstasy.
I was close and my body started to tense as I hate fucked my cheating wife. My anger mixed with ravenous lust was overwhelming and I slapped her big round ass hard, leaving a red hand print on her milky white flesh.
