I was sitting just a couple doors down from my house, in my car, trying to decide what my next move was. My choices included just leaving, and pretending like it never happened. Or I could leave, and talk with her later about it when I was a bit more clear headed. I also thought about running in, yelling at her and thrusting the video in her face.
I took a deep breath. Okay, a few deep breaths. This is what I actually wanted. I did want K to go have sex with another man, and I wanted to see it. That was true, and it was pretty sexy. I was quite aroused. But she had lied about it, hidden it from me. That part left me feeling betrayed. I don't think I was feeling jealous, but maybe I should have been. Sorting through these thoughts and thinking about the future gave me a clarity about what I wanted. I wanted a hot wife. I wanted her to do things like she had just done, and I wanted her to stay with me. I wanted her to always come back. Really this was my chance.
So I decided to pull up to the house. I slowly and deliberately walked from my car to the front door, thinking carefully about my words and actions. Yes this was the wife and the life that I wanted. I also knew that there was some specific things I wanted right then. I opened the door quietly. I didn't hear anything. I walked into the kitchen, she didn't seem to be there. I went down the hall, to the master bedroom. There was my beautiful wife. She was laying down on the carpet, her little dress was a mess. She looked like she had passed out, exhausted. I knew what I wanted, I just hoped she was okay with it.
I approached her quietly. I could kind of see her panties still on, and they looked like they were wet. That wasn't surprising, given what I had just seen. I carefully laid down next to her, and slowly stroked her cheek until her eyes opened. When she realized it was me, I saw a look of fear in her eyes. Maybe she realized I knew. I spoke softly to her.
"I saw everything. I saw you with Adam. I saw him fuck you in the kitchen."
Then I paused briefly. She took a big breath and was about to start blurting out a defense. Or an apology. But before she could, I placed my finger on her lips, quieting her. I had one more thing to say.
"That was the sexiest thing I've ever see. In my life. I love you."
With that, I slid down between her legs. I gently pulled her legs apart and her skirt up. I slowly touched her thighs and her very moist panties. I guided her hips up slightly, and slid her panties down her legs and off her feet. Before she out her hips back down, I placed my hands under her butt, so that her pussy would remain tilted up.
I carefully extended my tongue. I licked around her outer lips, and gently parted them with my tongue. She tasted like her usual taste. But I was hoping for more. I spread her legs a little farther, and let pulled my hands out from under her, without ever letting my lips and tongue leave her vagina. I wasn't focused on her clit, I wasn't trying to pleasure her right then, I had something else in mind.
As my tongue continued to probe inside her, I was rewarded with exactly what I was looking for. A salty, slightly sweet taste. A thicker liquid than her sweat and juices. I had never tasted another mans ejaculate before, but I had tried mine once or twice out of curiosity. I first became interested when a girlfriend kissed me after a nice swallowing blow job years ago. So I knew the taste. Adam's sperm was now spilling out of my wife, and into my waiting mouth. I carefully licked up everything I could get. The taste of it only increased my hunger and my hunger and desire.