Shelly 7

Authors notes and Disclaimer:

This is one of my very earliest stories and I'm using it as an introduction to Literotica. There are a lot of negative comments around stories in the "Loving Wives" category. Other authors have told me posting in this category is not for the faint of heart. So be it. However if you read this story, you should remember it is FICTION.

I do not condone unsafe sex, so be careful in real life. You could die from a bad choice.

As a reader, you should realize that there may be themes you do not agree with. I strongly urge you not to read further if you have strong feelings regarding fetishes, cheating, or wives/husbands being unfaithful. If you have comments regarding the technical writing, I'd love to hear from you, otherwise remember -- it is just a story.

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I once thought that the perfect life with my wife Shelly would be to get married and live happily ever after, sharing ourselves with each other and only each other until death do us part. I'v since discovered that the definition of perfect changes as the years go by.

Shelly is 36 years old. I'm 42. We've been married since she was 18. Shelly was beautiful when we married. Today I think she is even more beautiful if that is possible. She has developed into a confident, gorgeous woman. She is 5' 7" tall with an hourglass figure. She is a blue eyed blonde with hair down to her shoulders. Her breasts are 38 C cup with large aureoles and nipples that poke out a half an inch when she is aroused. She keeps her bush trimmed, which is every bit as blonde as her head. Because of the light color of her bush hair, her pussy almost looks bare. If you spread her lips, her inner lips are a beautiful coral color, which culminate at the top where they meet her clit. Her clit is hardly noticeable until she gets excited when it swells and reddens up, poking out of her outer lips. She loves having her pussy and clit made love to by my mouth until she cums and cums. Afterwards I usually sink my cock into her swollen, wet pussy until I blast my juice as deep in her as I can reach.

After all these years together, life was good. I thought our life would continue the same way until we were old and bent, many years into the future. Little did I know how radical things would change.

It was Saturday, around 8:30 in the morning. Shelly and I both work, so Saturday morning is when we share all the weekly chores that need doing. Shelly had been out with some of her work friends last night and had come home around 1 AM. She goes out with them about every second week, usually on a Friday so they get to whine down from the weekly grind. I use to go with her occasionally, but that scene sort of bores me, so I gave it up. Shelly continues to enjoy it. Neither one of us puts any conditions on each other as we trust the other one based on our long years together. I'm glad she gets to relax with her friends and it gives me a chance to put my feet up and veg out at home. I'm usually asleep when gets home and she doesn't wake me.

I was up and decided to start some of the more boring chores while waiting for her to wake up. I grabbed the laundry and headed down to the basement where the washer and dryer were, figuring that it was far enough away from Shelly so as not to disturb her. I flipped open the lid on the washer and reached down into the laundry basket for an armload of clothes. My hand contacted something cold and wet. It surprised me and caused me to jerk my hand away, spilling the armload onto the floor.

When I looked down I realized that Shelly's panties and bra from last night were part of the arm load. I picked them up to put them aside for a separate wash...you know.. separate the delicate from the whites and colors. This particular set was a frilly, lacy black set. One of my favorites. I couldn't help lifting the panties to my face and rubbing them on my cheek. I felt the wet coldness on my cheek! I looked at the panties more closely. They were rolled into a ball, but there was a spot on the material that was damp. I unfolded the panties and turned them inside out. The crotch of the panties was totally soaked with globs of some sort of thick mucus like stuff. I dipped my finger into it and brought it up to my nose. As I pulled it away from the material, a long string of it stretched out from the glob. As I sniffed my finger, I realized that it smelled like sperm!

I stretched the material of the crotch across my knuckles and looked down at the inside portion. The globs still had a whitish tinge to them. It was sperm and lots of it! I'm sure it must have looked ludicrous. Me ... standing there peering down into the crotch of a pair of black, used panties. I stood there a long time as dozens of emotions went through my mind. I think I experienced everything including wanting to track down the guy and kill him or do something equally nasty to Shelly. In the end, I realized that I was standing there with a raging hard-on that was sticking out of my robe. As the significance of this sunk into my feeble mind, I began to feel some other emotions that I had never believed possible.

I dropped everything into the basket and headed up stairs. Shelly was still asleep when I slipped into the bedroom. The morning sun has warmed the room up and she had thrown the blankets off. She was laying on her back with one leg hanging over the edge of the bed. Only the sheet covered her. I quietly slipped over to her side of the bed and looked down at her. The sheet hugged her body exposing the form of her breasts and mound through the material. She looked incredibly beautiful. I slowly lifted the sheet off her torso exposing her pussy to my view. The lips were swollen and slightly open. Her clit was unusually large and poking out of the lips at the top of her pussy. Her cunt was slick with juice and I could see where it had seeped down her ass crack and caused a spot on the sheets. This pussy had obviously been fucked and very recently.

I dropped the sheet, slid my robe off and slipped under the covers on the opposite side of the bed. I snuggled up to Shelly and placed my hand between her open legs. I began to softly slide my finger up and down her pussy, lightly stroking her clit. She moaned in her sleep and spread her legs open even further. I dipped my finger in her hole. It was loose and filled with wetness. This wetness wasn't the normal female wetness. It was slimy and sticky. It was obviously sperm. I slipped down and began to softly lick around her clit, probing with my tongue through to her inner folds. I concentrated on her clit, slowly sucking it into my mouth and ever so gentle licking around it.

Shelly was obviously awake now. She had reached down and held my head with her hands, guiding me as she pushed her hips up into my face. She was moaning and rotating her pussy against my mouth. I moved my hand up to her pussy and pulled her outer lips apart, exposing her inner folds to my probing tongue, but my inhibitions keep me from going lower. Deep in the back of my brain was the reptilian thought that another man had used my wife. This was his cum and I was discussed with myself for even wanting to have sex with her in this state. Later I was to find out i was "reclaiming" what I thought was mine. There are some pretty twisting ideas involved in what I was doing, not the least of which is the idea we can ever "own" someone.

There was a slight burning, bitter taste at the back of my throat. I assumed it was the taste of sperm. It was mixed with the familiar taste of Shelly. Despite how society and my traditional up-bringing caused me to feel about what I was doing, I continued. Later was to loath myself.

Finally, the muscles in her body began to relax. I reached down and grabbed my cock. It was dripping pre-cum all over the bed. I moved up onto her body, reached under her thighs and lifted her legs up as my cock poked around the opening of her pussy. It probed her folds and slipped between her lips. I sank into her hole until our public bones rubbed together. I rested for a moment enjoying the feeling of my cock pulsing in her hole. She was hot and kind of open, yet her tunnel seemed to caress every part of my cock.

I began a slow in and out and rotated my pelvis as I mashed myself against her on each in stroke. Her pussy lips were swollen and spread wide as I pressed myself into her. I began to speed up. Shelly matched me stroke for stroke. I couldn't hold back any longer and told her I was cuming. Shelly reached up and pulled me into her as hard as she could. I began to spurt my cum deep in her clutching hole. I felt her pussy spasm around my cock as she began to cum again. After a half a dozen spurts, I collapsed onto her body. She held me as I softened in her pussy. Eventually my cock slipped out and slide down the crack of her ass. She stroked my back softly as we both came down from our orgasms. I rolled off and we lay there together until we caught our wind.

Shelly rolled towards me onto her side and swung her leg over mine pressing her pussy against me. I could feel the heat and wetness on my thigh. She asked me what had brought that on. I told her she looked beautiful as she lay under the sheet. It wasn't a lie. I didn't think I was ready to tell her the whole reason, so I left it like that. She said it was wonderful and wished she had known that just sleeping under a sheet caused such a reaction from me. She said her orgasms had been extraordinary. I told her it felt like it had been the best ever for me too.

In the coming days life continued as normal, but I couldn't get those panties out of my mind. I sometimes thought I had imagined the whole thing. Of course, when I reviewed everything in my mind, I knew it was all real. I began to keep an eye on Shelly including checking her body out when we made love at night. Although I was taking some pretty close looks at certain of Shelly's body areas, I didn't let on that I was aware of anything different on her part. There was no further evidence of any kind that would lead me to think Shelly was up to any extracurricular activities.

Three weeks later Shelly called me at my office and told me she would be heading out with her work friends that evening. She told me she loved me and not to wait up. I told her I loved her too and to have a good time.

Later, after work, I was sitting in our living room watching TV. Time past slowly as I couldn't help wonder what Shelly was doing as the hours ticked by. I imagined some pretty intense sexually oriented scenes with Shelly as the star in all of them. I saw her in my mind being pumped silly be some guy with a big cock who filled her pussy with hot cum. I realized that my cock was as hard as stone and that I was oozing pre-cum. I couldn't take it anymore so I headed off to bed. Sleep was out of the question so I turned on the bedside light and read.

Around quarter to one, I heard Shelly come in the front door. She seemed noisier than usual. After about 5 minutes, she came through the bedroom door. She was a mess! Her hair was all out of place and the left tail of her blouse was hanging out over her skirt. She stood there, giggled and said hi. Her body weaved a little as she stood in the doorway. I asked what happened. She just giggled more and said she had had one too many tonight. She took a step forward and fell flat on her face. I jumped up and rushed over to help her up. As I struggled to get her over to the bed, she just lay there limp and giggled. I finally hoisted her butt up on the edge of the bed. When I let go her torso fell back onto the bed. She lay there with legs slightly parted, her skirt pulled up to the top of her thigh and her arms flung wide across the bed. She was out cold! I tried to rouse her, but she only moaned.

I stood up to catch my breath. As she lay there, I took in the view. Her blouse was buttoned wrong and I could see streaks of wetness extending half way down both of her thighs. I decided to undress her and put her to bed. First, I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled off both arms. She wasn't wearing a bra. I noticed her breasts were swollen and the nipples darker than usual. I looked closer and noticed a number of small red marks all over her breasts. They looked like light bite or suck marks. They weren't done hard enough to leave lasting marks and would probably be gone in few hours, but it was obvious what they were at this moment.

I removed her skirt. Her panties were a light blue color and it was very clear that there was a large wet spot in the crotch area. I pulled them down her legs. As I did so I caught the whiff of that just fucked smell from her pussy. I looked down in her panties and saw that now familiar view of globs of sperm in the crotch area. Her pussy was a mess! There were blobs of sperm in the hair on her mound. The wetness extended from the top of her slit down to her ass crack and across her entire pussy area as well as down both thighs. I spread her legs wide. The lips of her pussy were more swollen than I had ever seen them. I reached down and spread her outer lips. Her inner pussy was flaming red and raw looking. There was slick cock juice everywhere. Puddles of sperm oozed from her cunt hole. It looked open and gaping. You could actually see pools of sperm nestled in the inner folds of her fuck hole.

I got down on my knees to take as close a look as possible. I found the look of her pussy was incredibly erotic. I moved up on her body and slide my cock into her hole. There was no resistance at all. I could barely feel her pussy walls, but the heat was incredible and of course, I was swimming in an ocean of someone else's cock juice. A few strokes and I added mine to Shelly's already overflowing pussy.

I stood back and looked down at her. I didn't want to forget anything so I tried to burn the view into my brain. After a moment, I went and got a face cloth from the bathroom and cleaned her up as best I could. I put her in bed and climbed in beside her, turned off the light and fell asleep thinking about Shelly and what I and "others" had done to her tonight.

The next morning, Shelly had an incredible hang over. She wasn't really in shape to discuss the previous night, but I did get her to admit that she had over done things just a wee bit last night. She said that she could remember arriving at our front door, but couldn't remember getting upstairs or how she got to bed. I told her that I woke up to find her tucked in, so she must have accomplished it on her own. She nodded and seemed to accept my statement as a truth. I asked what had caused her to be so tipsy. She told me that her she and her friends had been dancing with some fellows who had come over to their table after buying them all a round. More booze had flowed as the night wore on. She thought they had been trying to ply them with liquor to "loosen" them up. She quickly added that it hadn't worked. She was resolved that she wouldn't fall for that kind of trick again. I just smiled, kissed her and told her to be careful. That I didn't want her to get in a situation that she might not be able to control. She said it couldn't get out of hand, because she was there with all her friends and they looked after each other.

Life went on as before until Friday, two weeks later. Shelly called me at my office in the afternoon and told me not to wait up as the gang was going out again that evening. I told her to have fun and to watch the booze so she wouldn't feel so awful in the morning. She said that I shouldn't worry as she wasn't about to do that again.

I left work early and drove over to Shelly's office building. I found an out of the way door on the other side of the street and stood in the shadows. About 15 minutes later, I saw Shelly leave her office building. She wasn't with any of her friends! and she was wearing an outfit I had never seen before. She had on a short red mini skirt and a transparent pink silk blouse. She turned left and walked down the sidewalk. I followed at a discreet distance. She walked about six blocks and then went into a Country and Western night club. I waited for about five minutes and then went in as well.

The inside was pretty dark, which was good for me. I stood just inside the door and looked around. I couldn't see Shelly, but I did hear her unmistakable laughter coming from a booth on my far right. I moved to the far left end of the bar across from the booths. It was even darker there and I thought it would be hard for anyone to make out the features of anyone standing there.

I ordered a beer and turned slightly so I could view the booth areas. Shelly was sitting in a booth with three men. One of them I recognized as her boss, but the other two were strangers to me. They seemed to be already having a great time and it was very obvious that they were all familiar with each other. In fact, they seemed to be more than just friendly. Shelly was leaning up against her boss and he had his arm around her shoulder with his hand over her right breast.

As time went by, they all seemed to drink a fair bit. Shelly took turns dancing with all of them. The slow numbers were very interesting! Shelly seemed to form her body against them, rubbing herself against any part she could reach. She played no favorites and did this with all three of them as the night went on. There was a lot of mutual groping and some kissing as well.

Around 11:30 they all got up and left the club. I followed at a discreet distance. They had headed to the parking lot and were just entering one of those large RV vans parked in the very back of the lot. It was backed into the parking spot with the rear of the RV against a high fence. There were cars on each side, but no one else was in the lot. I gave them 5 minutes and then made my way to the back of the RV, There was a window on the rear of the RV. I stepped up onto the bumper. Luckily, the curtains were not fully closed. There was about a 2 inch gap in the middle of the window. In addition, the far right of the window had an according set of windows that were partly open so I could hear voices as well as see inside.

Shelly was sitting on the edge of the fold out double sized bed that all RV's seem to have. Her legs were crossed and she had a drink in her right hand. Her boss and the other fellows were standing around with their own drinks in their hands. They were laughing and seemed to be very comfortable with each other as though they were long-term friends with each other. Shelly's boss, Rod bent over and kissed Shelly on the mouth. She returned it as enthusiastically as Rod. This seemed to start things off. The other fellows began to take their clothes off. Rod reached down and pulled Shelly's top up and over her head. She wore no bra, so her upper torso was completely exposed to their greedy stares.

Rod stepped back and told Greg, one of the other fellows to warm her up. Greg was nude now with an erection that stood straight out towards Shelly. His cock was about 7 inches long and average in thickness. He stepped forward and pushed Shelly down across the bed. She giggled and slid her butt up onto the bed. As she moved Greg pushed her skirt up past her hips where it remained bunched up. For all intensive purposes, Shelly was now nude. Greg lowered himself down onto her and began to kiss her as he pushed his erection against her pussy. Shelly let out a moan as he obviously penetrated her cunt. He began to pump his cock into her in a steady rhythm as Rod and the other guy finished taking off their clothes. Shelly and Greg were really going at it now, but I couldn't help notice Rod's cock. It wasn't even fully hard, but was already at least 9 inches and incredibly thick. The other guy was bigger than Greg, but certainly no match for Rod.

Shelly was screaming that she was cumming as Greg pounded into her as fast and hard as he could. Greg's butt muscles began to tense up as he told Shelly he was going to shoot his load. Her legs wrapped around his ass cheeks and pulled him in as far as she could. He began to cum as Shelly told him to fill her with his cock juice. After a minute or two, Greg lay still on top of her. Rod and the other guy were standing there pulling on their cocks. Rod was fully erect now. His cock must have been at least 9 inches now and very thick. Greg finally rolled off. His cock was shriveled and covered with their combined juices. Shelly lay there panting with her legs spread. I could see her pussy lips swollen and slightly parted. There was sperm oozing from her hole.