CH 2
It was eleven when I heard her key in the door. She walked into the living room where I was and stood before me. I was reclined in my favorite chair. She had dressed for the occasion, wearing her most alluring black mini, one that she wore as foreplay, but never out of the house as it was hooker short. Her black seamed stockings were on display as were her garter straps. Her smile was an unmistakable revelation regarding her status as a wife who had just been fucked better than her husband was capable of. It was the most beautiful and sexy smile I had ever seen, one that told of satisfaction. My wife had been fucked into a gloriously slutty mental state.
She moved closer, standing next to my chair with her legs parted for the sake of access, she said, "Why don't you examine my crotch to see if I've been descent while you were away."
She was standing to my right so I brought my left hand across and reached under her dress, placing my fingers on her panties. They were drenched, feeling both wet and slippery.
"Smell your fingers now," she said.
I pulled them to my nose and inhaled deeply, smelling her delicious pussy and the unmistakable musk of another man's semen. She reached down and pulled my robe open, exposing my hard and throbbing cock. Smiling wide she said, "Looks like somebody likes the smell of used pussy."
It wasn't just my fingers, the delicious aroma of rampant whoredom wafted from her crotch to my nostrils. Standing next to me like that, it was barely more than a foot away. The whole scene was exceeding the eroticism of my wildest fantasies.
"The best part," she said, "Is that my lover is so thick that my pussy is not going to feel anywhere near the same. He's turned it into his personal stretched out fuck hole. I hope this is what you wanted because I've already told him he can have me anytime he wants, whether your home or not. Is that okay, sweetie?"
She knew from our dirty talk during sex that what she was saying would drive me crazy with lust. I completely surrendered to what was happening. "Yes," I said.
"Put your fingers in my pussy and then your mouth. Let's see if you like the way your slutty wife tastes."
I complied quickly and was rewarded with the memory of tasting the sluts my friend and I had double teamed. To me anyway, nothing is more erotic than the taste of well fucked pussy. The fact that it was my wife's pussy and full of another man's cum made it hotter than tasting random sluts after a threesome.
In my three days out of town, my wife had been turned into the kind of woman I had fantasized about being married to. Although she hadn't said as much, yet, we both knew it was unlikely there was any going back. Her scent and taste had me wanting her to continue on this path.
She took off her panties and tossed then to the floor. There was a splat sound, like a wet rag hitting the floor, and I wondered how big this guys loads were if he left her panties that full of cum.
"Why don't you lie on the floor. You've been fantasizing about cleaning me after a good filling for too long. Your permission deserves a reward."
I quickly scooted to the floor and she positioned herself above me. Looking Up I saw cum running from her pussy and down her thighs. "Please be seated," I said, keeping my eyes glued to what looked like a pussy I had never seen before. Even her pubes were smeared with cum. She had definitely found the right guy for turning her into an insatiable woman.
She was facing me as she lowered herself and we were looking into each other's eyes. We were both seeing a look of unbridled lust.
"How does my pussy look?" she asked as it drew near.
"Very open and used."
"Do you like the way it looks?"
"I love it."
"Then I think we're going to be okay, because it's probably going to look like that more often than not."
I was about to say "good," but she finished her descent and covered my mouth with a pussy that would no longer be exclusive to me. My tongue went in search of whatever was left of her tryst. There were plenty of leavings, but I couldn't help but wish I had been there to go after their love juices immediately after their coupling.
I was noisily lapping at her and by my vigor made it obvious I was enjoying myself. After a minute or so she climbed off of my face and said, "Let's go to bed; I want to tell you about the last three days.
Once settled in and lying on our sides facing each other she said, "It seems like you're perfectly okay with what's happened."
"I am. In fact I've been hard while driving lately just thinking that you might go out and get what you need. I wish we had done this sooner, but I had some jealousy issues to work through. I kept thinking about you telling me you'd do slutty things if I wanted you to, and it finally hit that you said it because you wanted to. I knew at least part of me wanted that too, so it was just a matter of thinking about which part was bigger. Eventually I realized we both wanted it and why not became the question."
"How did you feel when I told you he was thick?"
