** Prequal to The Morning After, but you can read in any order. **
She stood in the doorway. One bare arm set suggestively against the frame. The light of the hallway silhouetting her. The hem of her short dress barely touched the tops of her thighs; its tight fabric clung to her pear-shaped breasts and curved hips. Even in the gloom, Mike could make out his wife Lucille's fuck-me eyes and flushed face. Her seductive smile. Her dishevelled hair. Her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Her cleavage leaving little to the imagination. In short, she looked hot as fuck.
"Hi," she said.
Mike lay in bed, staring at his wife, jealousy and lust and love and regret and excitement and anticipation all washing over him. He lay on top of the duvet, naked. His cock was rock hard.
"Good night?" He asked. His voice all dry.
"Very."
Then that gorgeous smile of hers. "But it's not over yet."
"So..."
"So?"
The question hung in the silence. Erotic tension flooded the room as the seconds ticked.
Mike swallowed. "So, come here and tell me about the man you've just been fucking. Come here and tell me everything he did to you. Everything you did to him."
That beautiful smile of hers turned to a deep sultry grin, and Lucille kicked off her high heels as she swayed sexily towards her husband. It was a walk of pure seduction. Not that she need to. She put both hand on the end of the bed and lent forwards. Her full breasts practically bursting out of her low-cut dress. With a pang of anticipation and jealousy and lust, Mike could see the top of her chest was flushed. He knew exactly what that meant - that she'd had at least one orgasm that night. Recently.
"I've been a very, very bad wife Mike," she whispered as she mounted the bed and towards him. "Very bad."
"Tell me."
"I'm going to tell you everything. Every last delicious detail."
Lucille stood up above him, unzipped her dress and let it fall off her shoulders, revealing her long, lithe body stretching up above him. Her thin lace black pants crying to be removed. Mike reached up and ran his hands up her sleek, toned thighs, shiny where they got the light. He could see the wetness seeping through the fabric between her legs.
"God, you're so beautiful," he said. Then, "Take them off."
Slowly, and teasingly at first, Lucille lowered her pants, revealing her bush then her sopping pussy, then slid them down her thighs and knees. With the deftness and balance of a ballerina, she freed one foot, then flicked them from the other.
Above him, naked, Lucille brought her hands to the tops of her thighs then pulled her swollen pink lips apart. Mike could see long tendrils of white cum dripping out of her slick cunt. The little light glancing off her wet, shiny thighs.
"Like what you see?"
"Yes." Barely a whisper. Then, "Come here."
Lucille lowered herself onto her knees directly above his face, her moist lips just inches from his face. He could smell the pungent reek of her... and someone else.
She nudged up the bed further. Her knees on either side of his head. Her hands flat against the bedrest. Her cunt directly above him. Mike could see cum slowly dripping out of her, wetness glistening around her labia and tops of the thighs and in between the cheeks of her ass.
"I'll tell you everything but right now I want you to clean me up."
She lowered herself onto him. His head reached forward. His eager tongue stretched out to her, craving the connection with her swollen pink flesh, leaking her own juices and another man's cum. Mike stretched his head upwards, his lips to hers, and pushed his tongue in. Brought his hands up to cup her round ass and pulled her onto him. His lips pressed against her swollen vulva as he dove into her with a passion he'd rarely felt before.
With a gasp and then a long moan, Lucile started to ride back and forth across Mike's face.
"Oh my god, yes. Like that... Yes. Lick up his cum. Lick my pussy. Yes..... You like that, don't you?"
Mike eagerly muffled a yes.
"You want me to tell you how it got there, don't you?"
Another muffled yes. Even more eager. More desperate. More lust-fuelled.
"You want me to tell you how I sucked his hard cock. How he fucked me twice with his big hard dick. How he made me cum."
"Mmmmmm!"
She could feel another orgasm building as she sat on her husband's face. With renewed willpower, she pushed off the bed rest and off his face.
"First I need you inside me. Need to feel my husband's big dick again."
Her large boobs swung side to side as her curved body travelled down her husband's taut body. With her left hand now pressed on his muscular chest, she took her right hand between her legs and wrapped it round Mike's engorged dick and guided it into her slick swollen pussy and impaled herself on him.
"God you're so hard honey. I need to feel you deep in me."
In a single, graceful movement, she reached for his shoulder, then rolled on to her back, pulling Mike over and on top of her. Her legs wide open. Her hands on his tight ass and pulling him into her. His cock, moments from exploding, now deep inside her slick wet cunt.
"Feel how wet I am."
Mike brought his hand down and pushed a finger then two inside her, rubbing along the base of his cock. They slipped in easily.
"You're sopping wet. I'm so hard for you. I'm gonna cum in seconds."
"I know. I want you to. Fuck me Mike. Fuck your slut wife. Cum in my wet slutty pussy."
With both her hands on his ass and her legs splayed wide open she pulled him into her, and ground her pelvis against him. He pushed in, then thrust again. Then again. And seconds later erupted into his wife, shooting his own hot cum inside her, his own semen mixing with that of the man who'd been fucking his wife not 30 minutes ago.
