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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Saturday, June 15th, 2013 – William “Bill” Connor – South Hill, WA

The car pulled into the driveway. It was Saturday night, and I was hiding in my bedroom closet, naked, waiting for my wife to get home with whatever guy she picked up at the bar. My cock was hard in anticipation of watching my loving wife fuck a strange man while I played the cuckold.

If you had asked me over a week ago if I would be hard and eager to watch my beautiful Erin with another man, I would have punched you in the face. Erin was my wife. You weren’t supposed to want to watch your wife fuck another man.

You were supposed to want her all to yourself.

And then Erin and I walked into the Buy Best last week. It was a Thursday, and we were caught in the infamous Mark Glassner’s ‘Buy Best Incident.’ He unleashed a strange gas that had a store full of people fucking each other.

I learned so much about myself that day. I learned the thrill of watching my wife writhe beneath another man, the way her face twisted as the pleasure rushed through her, and the sweet serenade of her gasping voice. I learned the delight of sliding into her sloppy pussy, her hot sheath dripping with another man’s cum while she gasped and moaned beneath me, clutching me, and urging me to fuck her as hard as the last man.

“That’s the dick I love,” Erin had moaned in my ear when I entered her. She had just fucked her first Black man. “Make me cum again!”

Some called Mark a terrorist, even after the FBI exonerated him a few days ago. The man was more than a terrorist. He changed everyone that was caught up in his perverse lusts.

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Thursday, June 6th, 2013

“Come on, Erin, I’m sorry,” I pleaded as my wife humped her hips into Mark’s thrusts. I was rooted to the spot, some force keeping me in place while madness descended on the electronic department of the Buy Best. “You don’t need to keep fucking him.”

“You came in that slut’s pussy,” Erin hissed accusingly, writhing her hips as Mark fucked her hard on the Nerd Squad desk, “so he can cum in my pussy!”

“Sorry,” I mumbled. I couldn’t help fucking Jessie. Marks words made me do it. She was so wet and willing, dripping with Mark’s seed. Soon my wife would be dripping with the same seed.

My cock, despite just cumming, grew hard again. My wife, though angry at me, had never looked more beautiful, more desirable as she humped against Mark. My stomach twisted in shame as I enjoyed the sight.

What was wrong with me? What had happened today. We came in to buy a new microwave while we were on our staycation from work. How did we end up screwing other people in the middle of the electronic section?

Mark groped Erin’s large tits through her dress and bra, clearly feeling her nipples. Erin shuddered then nibbled on Mark’s ear as she clawed at his back. Her passionate eyes locked on me, then she flicked down to my cock bulging my jeans.

“Are you enjoying watching me get fucked, Bill?” Erin purred.

“No,” I lied, my cheeks burning while my stomach twisted. Why was this so hot?

“Then why’s your cock hard?” Erin demanded. “You like watching your slutty wife getting plowed!” A shudder rippled across her face. “I like you watching, honey. It’s making me feel so sexy and naughty!”

“Does it, Erin?” I asked, my voice hesitant. She was so beautiful right now. Why did another man touching my wife make her so desirable? My hand pulled out my dick, still wet from Jessie’s cunt. I stroked it as I watched.

“Mhh,” Erin moaned. “It does. Knowing you’re getting hard watching me is making me so hot.”

She shuddered as Mark groped her ass beneath her skirt, pulling her harder against his thrusts. Mark grunted as he fucked my wife. Her thighs were wrapped tight about his waist. Did she fuck me with the same intensity?

Damn, I wanted to fuck my wife next. I jerked my cock harder.

Erin let out a throaty moan. “Ohhh, I like your finger up my ass,” she moaned in Mark’s ear. “Bill never plays with my asshole.”

“It’s dirty,” I groaned. So I had a few hangups about sex, doesn’t everyone?

“Oh, God! I’m such a slut!” she screamed. I had never heard her more passionate. I wanted to make her moan like that. “Watch as I cum, Bill!”

Mark slammed his dick into my wife as she spasmed. My eyes were rooted between his thighs. I could see his dick slamming into her pussy. He groaned, his balls slapping into her flesh as she came, milking his cock. Then Mark shuddered.

He was cumming in my wife. My hand flew up and down my shaft.

“Your wife has a nice pussy!” Mark grinned as he pulled out of Erin.

“Yeah,” I muttered, staring at my wife’s pussy. Her labia gaped open. Another man’s cum leaked out of my wife’s cunt. My stroke grew furious.

“Stick your cock in my cum-filled cunt,” Erin begged me.

“I want to, Erin,” I groaned, my balls tingling. I tried to move, but my legs refused to obey. Mark’s order to stay gripped me. He commanded me to not move. I had to obey him.

“Then hurry up, Bill,” she panted. “My cunt’s all wet and sticky.”

“I can’t seem to move.” I glanced at Mark, begging him with my eyes for mercy. I had tried to punch him when he first grabbed my wife.

“You can move again, Bill,” Mark shrugged.

I raced to my wife. Her legs were spread wide. My cock slammed into her pussy. She was so hot. So wet. Another man’s cum stained her pussy. My hips hammered at her as she pulled me in for a hot kiss. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as our bodies undulated together.

I had to fuck her hard. I had to show her I was as good a lover as Mark.

“Your cock feels so good in me,” Erin cooed when she broke our kiss. “I love you, Bill!”

“Oh, Erin! Love ya too, babe!”

During the orgy, I watched my wife fuck three other man.

“That’s the dick I love,” she had moaned in my ear after fucking the Black man, her pussy dripping wet with cum as I plowed into her.

That’s the dick I love.

My wife’s words stayed with me even after we were freed from the weird mind control of Mark’s gas. As we stumbled out of the Buy Best into the waiting arms of the first responders, those words boosted my ego. My wife enjoyed my cock more than any of the other men that tried to take my place during the orgy. It was my cock that Erin was hot for, not those other guys’ dicks. She even fucked a Black guy and their supposedly unbeatable cocks.

“Once you go Black, you never go back,” the saying went. Well, my wife did go Black, and she happily came back for my cock.

How could you not get addicted to that?

The image of my wife gasping and moaning beneath another man wouldn’t leave my mind. I loved the sight of her cunt frothy with another man’s spunk, and savored the wet, slippery feel of sloppy seconds. I was addicted to the way she moaned and cooed in my ear as I fucked her cum-filled pussy, telling me how much better my cock was than her previous lover’s.

I had to see my wife with another man.

The entire ride to the hospital, that thought bounced over and over. The doctors and nurses of Good Sam Hospital poked and prodded us while they tried to figure out what Mark Glassner and his gas had done to us. The entire time, I kept imagining my wife doing all these filthy things. I pictured the young doctor with his square jaw and boyish good looks, bending my wife over the exam table, lifting up her hospital gown, and just plowing into her. I imagined the wanton look on my wife’s face as she slammed her hips back into the doctor.

Cum in my married cunt, she begged in my fantasy.

When the cop came to take our statement, I fantasized about him strip searching my wife. He would do a thorough cavity search on my wife’s pussy. Erin would get so wet as his finger probed her pussy, she would be panting like a bitch in heat, desperate for a cock to fill her.

I need to use a different tool to search your cunt, the cop growled. His cock would come out and he would fuck my wife.

Search my naughty, married cunt, my wife moaned in my fantasy. Oh, yes, your tool is searching my pussy so thoroughly. If you keep searching, I’ll definitely give you what your looking for!

When we finally returned home that evening, I was so horny. “Do you want a foot massage?” I asked my wife.

Erin gave me a shy smile. “Sure. Let me slip into something more comfortable.”

My foot massages always ended up with us in the bedroom. I loved teasing her with my hands. My heart thudded, the images of other men fucking my wife dancing through my mind, mixed with the memories of her passionate moans.

My cock was a slab of steel in my pants.

A few minutes later, Erin came down in a short, mauve silk robe that clung to her body like a second skin. A smile was on her beautiful face, her hazel eyes twinkling with anticipation. Her dyed blonde hair fell loosely about her shoulders and her round melons swayed beneath the loosely tied robe, her nipples hard points against the silk.

“You are such a sweetie” Erin smiled. “Thank you.”

“I think you’ve earned it. It’s been quite a day.”

She nodded in agreement.

Erin sat down on the couch, her legs parted just enough give me the possibility of seeing her shaved pussy in the shadows between her thighs. My wife could be a tease. I grabbed her right foot, lifting it up and went to work.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” she sighed, her thighs parting just a little bit, the shadows retreating down her inner thighs.

“That was pretty wild what happened, today,” I said, a carefully, light tone.

Erin’s face flushed red. “Umm, it was okay, I guess. I mean, nothing that happened was really us, right? It was all the gas.” There was a hopeful tone to her voice while worry danced in her eyes.

“No, it didn’t count,” I told her, kissing the sole of her foot. “But it was…exciting.”

Erin looked at me with a curious, or even a little hopeful, expression. “Which part was exciting? Jessie?”

Her legs shifted, flashing me a brief glimpse of her shaved pussy. Did I see her juices glistening her flushed vulva? What had gotten my wife excited? My foot massage? Or was she remembering the men she had fucked today.

“Watching you,” I answered, staring into her hazel eyes.

The two words hung in the air between us. Erin licked her lips, her shoulders tense. A tremble ran through her body. We both felt it, our relationship was about to change, and it was all up to Erin. I kept rubbing her feet as she thought, my thumbs kneading the soles of her feet.

Her thighs parted again. Her pussy dripped with juices.

“Is that what you really want?” she finally asked.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I told her.

Erin took a deep breath. “Nor can I,” she said, half a whisper. “I…I love you, but it was exciting knowing you were watching. I could feel your jealousy, your lust for me!” A smile creased her lips. “It made me feel so desired. By you. By the man in me. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.”

She unbelted her robe, her round breasts appearing as the robe fell away. Her nipples were hard, pink. “Thank you for the massage, Bill,” she said huskily as she stood. I watched her heart-shaped ass sway as she walked upstairs. “Coming dear?”

That night we pretended I was different people—the doctor from the hospital, the cop giving her a cavity search, and Mark Glassner himself. I couldn’t believe I had another three cums inside my balls, and I don’t even know how many times Erin climaxed. It was nearly three in the morning when we stopped, both of us holding each other tightly in are mused sheets.

“How do we do this…wife watching?” Erin asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “We’ll figure it out.”

I fell asleep holding my beautiful wife.

It was a good thing we had one day left on our vacation, because neither of us were fit for work the next morning. We napped the day away, and that night, we went to the Lucky Cowgirl Bar. We talked about over our lunch.

“You want to watch me pick up a guy?” Erin grinned.

“Wear something hot. Sexy. The type of clothes you’d wear at the bar,” I told her. “If we go in separately, no one will realize we’re together.”

“And you’re sure this is what you want?” Erin asked.

“I want to see you enjoy yourself,” I told her. Then I leaned over and gave her a kiss.

At the Lucky Cowgirl Bar, Erin climbed out of the car first. I stared at Erin’s ass cupped by her tight jeans and loved the way her low-cut blouse and push-up bra made her tits really look round and full.

I waited a few minutes, then followed her in.

Erin was at the bar, sitting between a pair of guys and already flirting.

I found a table and nursed a beer and watched.

The guys were drawn to her beauty, her sexuality. She looked really into the flirting, laughing and touching the men’s arms and shoulders. You’d never know she was married or her husband was watching.

My cheeks flushed. My cock ached. Jealousy and lust warred inside me. She looked so natural, so happy. Throwing back her head as she laughed, thrusting her breasts forward so the guys could look down her top.

She should be laughing like that for me.

My jealousy demanded I go over there and grab my women. But my lust, lead by my cock, wanted me to watch. To savor every moment. My excitement built, wondering which man she would choose. Who would be her lover tonight?

Would it be the tall hunk in the AC/DC shirt, the fabric tight across his strong pecs? The biker in his leather jacket and chaps? The young man with a model’s face and bold hands that groped my wife’s ass?

Every so often, she would glance at me. A smile would flit across her lips, and she would get more bold in her flirting. Soon, her hands were rubbing one the young man’s legs, feeling his powerful quads through his jeans. Then she slid up to his crotch.

My dick throbbed.

She was stroking his obvious bulge as he sat on the bar stool. The man leaned over to her, whispering in her ear, bringing a wicked giggled from my wife. Soon, he was touching her. His hands rubbed at her knees, her thighs, and then he was between her legs, rubbing her cunt through the crotch of her jeans.

The jealousy was burning a hole in my stomach and my cock was an iron rod in my pants, aching to be released. Only I should be touching Erin there. She was my wife. We swore vows to be always faithful, and she was happily breaking those vows with some guy she just met at a bar.

The hussy. My beautiful, loving hussy.

The man leaned over, whispering something in her ear and she gave another wicked laugh. What had he said? Her cheeks were flushed. Her ruby lips glistening. She licked them, then leaned over and whispered back into the man’s ear.

The man grinned. He liked the answer.

I fought the urge to rub my cock as the man stood up and took her hand. The other suitors watched, shaking their heads in disappointment as my wife was led to the men’s room to be fucked. My stomach knotted. This was really happening.

There was no mind control gas tonight.

I finished my beer, my cock was hard in my pants. A sick feeling roiled in my guts. My wife was getting fucked in the bathroom of this dive bar. I waited a minute, and then followed them into the bathroom.

It was a typical bathroom, a few urinals and a couple of stalls. It was clean, a hint of bleach tanged the air. The last stall door was tightly shut. My heart thudded as I listened. The soft sigh of a moan mixed with the wet sound of a cock sliding into a wet cunt.

My dick throbbed. My wife was a whore.

I entered into the stall next to theirs and sat on the toilet. The wet sound of fucking paused as I listened. For a minute there was only breathing. And then, the rustle of clothing, panting breathes, and the sloppy sound of a cunt getting reaming by a hard cock.

My wife’s wet cunt getting reamed by someone else’s hard cock.

The guy fucked my wife harder and harder. Flesh slapped against flesh, echoing through the bathroom. A low, throaty moan escaped my wife’s lips as she enjoyed her lover fucking her in the bathroom.

She was a slut.

Sweat broke out across my skin, my stomach sunk and churned with jealousy, and my cock was hard. I unzipped my pants and spit on my palms.

“So tight!” the guy fucking my wife muttered.

“So thick,” my wife moaned back. “Fuck me.”

My hand slowly stroke my cock. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sounds of my wife being nailed by the young stud. I imagined all the different ways they could be fucking in there as I jerked my dick. Was she bent over the toilet, getting fucked from behind while her jeans bunched up around her ankles? Was she sitting on the toilet, her legs spread wide and the guy plunging into her married cunt, hammering away at my darling wife’s pussy? Or maybe he was the one sitting on the toilet, and my wife was straddling him, riding his hard cock while he sucked on her tits?

My imagination was on fire.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” my wife moaned. “Harder!”

“There’s someone in the next stall,” the guy protested. “He’ll hear.”

“Let him hear. I bet he could use the cheap thrill! He’s probably some sad sack whose wife would rather fuck another man.” The slap of flesh grew louder, faster. I stroked my cock faster, matching the beat of their fucking, my wife’s humiliating words twisting my stomach. “Ooh, yes, stud! God, you’re fucking my snatch so fucking well!”

“You’re such a dirty slut,” the man moaned. “Goddamn, I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh, don’t pull out. I’m on the pill, and I love to feel a man shooting inside me!”

“Well here it comes, baby!”

Four more slaps of flesh and then a low, groan from the guy. His cum was flooding my wife’s pussy.

“Oh, yes, flood my cunt, stud! Mmm, I’m cumming, yes, yes! Fuck, yes!”

There was only heavy breathing coming from the stall and then the metallic rasp of a zipper, leather rubbing on metal as a belt was buckled. “Damn, that was great. You want to get out of here or something, baby?”

“Maybe,” my wife purred, “why don’t you go get us some drinks while I get cleaned up.”

“Sure,” the guy answered, the stall opened and he left.

I waited a minute and slipped out of the stall, one hand holding my pants up, my cock jutting hard before me as I opened the stall next to mine. I groaned at the sight inside, my dick aching to cum. My wife leaned over the toilet, her ass pointing at me and I could see her freshly fucked cunt between her sleek thighs. Her pussy was wet and dripping white cum that ran thickly down her thighs.

Erin shook her ass and moaned, “Thank god, Bill, I need to cum real bad!”

“I thought you just did, Erin?”

“That guy shot off too fast. I had to fake it,” Erin complained. “I need my husband to finish the job.”

I let go of my pants; they dropped down to my ankles. Did she really fake it? Or was she just saying that to make me feel better? My cock was hard, pointing at my wife’s cunt; it really didn’t matter if she enjoyed the other man. All that mattered was that she enjoyed me more. That I could satisfy her better than the stranger that just fucked her.

I rubbed the cock up and down on her slit, and then I was inside her sloppy cunt. I savored the heat and the slick wetness. My dick easily pumped in and out of her. My wife moaned happily as I slid in and out of her cunt.

“There’s the cock I love,” she moaned, flashing a look over her shoulders. I draped myself across her back as I fucked her and we kissed. “Now, make me cum, stud, with your big cock!”

I fucked my wife hard, ramming my cock deep into her soiled depths. My balls ached as they smacked into her wet clit. The sound echoed through the bathroom. I groaned at the depraved delight of enjoying sloppy seconds in my wife’s cunt.

My hands slid underneath her blouse up to her breasts cupped in her bra. I pushed my hands into her bra cups and kneaded her soft tits. Her nipples were hard against my hands and she moaned appreciatively as I played with her sensitive nubs, her pussy tightening on my dick.

“Oh, Bill, that’s so good,” she moaned. “Mmm, yes, fuck me! Fuck your slutty wife!”

“You were such a bad wife,” I growled into her ear, pinching her nipple. “Moaning and cooing for that guy, letting him stick his cock inside you.”

“His little prick,” she corrected with a moan. “I was very bad, so let my naughty cunt make it up to you.” She gave a throaty laugh that turned into a moan of pleasure. “Mmm, you’re making me cum, Bill, with your big cock! Yes, yes! Oh, fuck, I love you, Bill!”

I was better than that guy. He couldn’t even satisfy my wife. But I could. Her cunt pulsed around my cock, rippling along the length of my shaft as her orgasm trembled throughout her body. I savored her moans.

I was the cock she craved.

My thrust grew more powerful as my balls tensed. I buried my cock all the way inside her, then pulled slowly back before slamming into her warm depths again. My hands tightened as my dick ached.

“My wife!” I groaned as my cum shot into her, washing her cunt clean of that other guy’s spunk.

The guy was still waiting at the bar when we came out of the bathroom, arms about each other’s waist. He stood up, his mouth open in shock, and then he sat back down at the bar, not sure what to do, other than down his drink. My wife didn’t even give him a second glance. When we returned home, we made love in the shower after we cleaned that man’s filth out of my wife.

We were addicted.

The next night, I watched Erin being fucked in the dirty alley behind the Drunken Pugilist. The guy she was fucking didn’t seem to care that I was watching, and I didn’t care when he watched me fuck my wife afterward as he smoked a cigarette.

All I cared about was how much louder my wife moaned for me than for the guy smoking his cigarette.

Sunday morning we went to church, and I imagined her slipping off into the bathroom and getting fucked by our preacher. Sunday evening we were at American Joes, and I listened to my wife getting nailed through a bathroom stall while I jerked my cock. I came at the same times as the guy erupted into my wife, spraying my jizz on the stall door. That guy lasted long enough for my wife to cum from being fucked.

But I gave it to Erin better. I had just cum so I lasted awhile and gave her a good, long fucking in the bathroom. She came three times on my cock before I flooded her naughty pussy.

Monday came, and our staycation was over.

The work week dragged by so slowly. We just didn’t have time to go to a bar and troll for a stranger. But, each night, as we made love, we would talk about what we’d like to do this weekend, which bars we’d go to, what outfits Erin would wear while she hunted for guys.

“We’re going to have so much fun this weekend,” she moaned Thursday night after we finished making love.

“I can’t wait.”

I loved our new life. I loved my wife even more, knowing that she could have her pick of guys to fuck and still wanted me.

When Friday came, we were at Red Deer Tavern, and Erin was fucked in the backseat of some guys car. When she finished, I pulled her into the backseat of our Kia and fucked her sloppy cunt hard and fast.

I was eager for Saturday night.

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Saturday, June 15th, 2013

“I had the naughtiest idea while dreaming,” Erin purred when we woke up.

“Yeah,” I asked, reaching out to stroke her breast while my cock hardened. “What is it?”

“Tonight, I want you to stay home.” My cock grew harder as she whispered her plan to me.

That was how I ended up in our bedroom closet naked on a Saturday night, wondering what naughty acts my wife was up to, slowly jerking my cock as images of my wife flirting with the hunkiest guys she could find flashed through my mind.

My phone buzzed. I picked it off the closet floor. “On my way.”

My dick throbbed. I had to stop jerking my cock as my excitement grew. She had found her lover for the night. I gripped the slats of the closet door, my ears peeled for the sound of any approaching cars. We lived on a cul-de-sac, and it wasn’t too busy, but there were still several false alarms.

And then the crunch of a car’s tires turning, growing louder as they pulled into the driveway. My dick was so hard, aching to cum. I was glad I left our bedroom window open. It was right over our front porch.

My ears strained.

Footsteps crunched and a woman, my wife, let out a peel of wanton giggles. The door open, and the sound of my wife and her lover stumbling up the stairs drifted to me. My breath quickened. My stomach squirmed as jealousy and lust warred.

I slowly jerked my cock.

The door opened. Erin walked in backwards, kissing a young, tall guy. His hands were on her ass. She pulled his shirt off, exposing his muscular chest. Jealousy roiled in my stomach as I watched them kiss. This was the first of her lovers that she’d actually kissed.

It was no chaste kiss. Their tongues were in each other’s mouths, the sounds sloppy and passionate. She moaned, loving every moment of another man kissing her. I stroked my cock a little faster, giving my shaft a firmer squeeze as I jerked it.

“That’s my wife your kissing, asshole,” I hissed under my breath.

“Damn, you are fucking hot,” the man grinned pausing to stare down at my wife.

“So are you. I’m so wet. I loved how you fingered me on the drive here.”

My balls tensed. My jealousy grew as the stud threw my wife down onto our marital bed. My stomach felt like it was up in my throat. I had never felt so jealous in my life. I pounded my cock so hard like there was no tomorrow.

I had never been so excited in my entire life.

The young man hiked up my wife’s skirt as she purred in delight. “Mmm, let me feel those hands again.”

She squealed as he played between her thighs, her hips undulating. She loved his touch. My wife was such a beautiful whore. She moaned again as her hands fumbled at his belt. Then she grinned as she pulled his cock out of his pants and gave it a few strokes.

“I can’t wait to feel this in me,” moaned my wife. “Get my panties off and fuck me!”

“Fuck, yeah,” groaned the man. Her panties came off, and he threw them across the room to land right in front of the closet. I could see the damp stop in the gusset of my wife’s panties.

I flogged my bishop harder.

Both of them were panting so loudly they drowned out the slapping noise my hand made against my groin as I furiously jacked off my cock. The man mounted my wife. Her legs spread so wide.

“Fuck me! Make me cum!” My wife was so wanton as she begged. “Damn, I need it.”

The man slammed his cock into my wife’s wet cunt.

I moaned through gritted teeth as I shot ropy cum all across our closet door as my wife moaned wantonly, “Yes! Fuck me! That’s it! Pound your cock in my cunt!”

“Fuck,” the guy growled again, his hips hammering at my wife. He fucked her hard and fast. “You’re just a fucking slut!”

“I am!” she gasped, her hips bucking into his thrusts.

I sucked in deep breaths, holding my cock while the pleasure beat through me. Shame and humiliation filled me. I had cum watching another man fuck my wife. My thumb ran across the sticky crown of my dick as my eyes were locked on their bodies heaving together.

It was such a rush.

“Damn, you are fucking tight!” he gasped. “Shit!”

“You gonna make me cum, stud?” hissed my wife. “Keep pounding me.”

“You’re making me cum!” he gasped and slammed into my wife. “Shit.”

“No!” she groaned in frustration as the man unloaded in her pussy.

He rolled off my wife and stared up at the ceiling, his shrinking cock wet with my wife’s juices. She sat up on her elbows and gave the guy an annoyed look. He didn’t last long enough to let her cum.

Then my wife bent down and licked at his cock, trying to get him hard again. Christ, she wanted a second round? As life swelled in her lover’s cock, my own dick found a renewed vigor, hardening in my hand, and I slowly jacked off again.

“Damn, you’re good at sucking cock,” the guy moaned. “If I was your husband, I’d keep you so satisfied that you wouldn’t need to cheat on me.”

My wife gave a throaty laugh. “Are you so sure about that? You didn’t even last long enough for me to cum.”

“I’ll last longer the second time,” the guy boasted. “You’ll come so hard, you’ll forget all about that husband of yours and just want me.”

“We’ll see,” my wife said, stroking his cock. “You ready for round two, stud.”

“Yeah, baby,” he moaned. “Go for a ride, slut.”

“Mmm, that sounds fun.” My wife straddled him, facing the closet, her eyes seeking me out behind the slats. She winked at me and mouthed, “Enjoy the show.”

I stroked my cock faster as my wife sank down on his cock. She shuddered, moaning so loudly as she tossed back her head. She wiggled her hips as she bottomed out on his cock.

“Reverse cowgirl, nice!” the guy moaned, gripping her asscheeks.

My wife slowly rode him, her hips writhing from side to side as she rose and dropped on his dick. She pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her round breasts. She licked a finger, and then slowly circled a hard nipple. There was a wicked smile on her face as she put on a sexy show for me.

“Fuck, you’re tight, baby,” the guy moaned. “Your husband is an idiot for not keeping such a hot piece of ass locked down.”

“Mmm, he’s something,” Erin giggled.

She tossed her bleach blonde hair as she rode him faster and faster. She brought her finger up to her lips again, her tongue slowly licking the finger like it was a cock, then she reached down and began rubbing her clit in slow, gentle circles.

Damn, she was such a tease.

My wife’s breasts heaved as she went up and down on his hard shaft faster and faster. She moaned every time she bottomed out on the guy. Her hips rolled, and the guy was moaning wordlessly as she fucked him.

“Oh, yes, I’m gonna cum,” my wife moaned, still staring at me through the closet door. “Watch me cum, honey, watch me cum!”

“I’m watching you, Erin,” I whispered as I stroked my cock. My dick ache. She was so beautiful.

Erin threw her head back, her eyes squeezing shut as her body shivered atop the guy. Her tits bounced more as she squirmed her hips, her finger a blur on her clit. She sucked in deep breaths, her body shuddering.

“Mmm, I needed that,” she sighed, no longer riding the man.

“Fuck, that felt like a good one, baby,” the guy groaned. He thrust his cock up into her pussy, bouncing her on his cock.

“It was a great cum,” Erin husked, licking her finger as she stared at me. She nodded.

I sent the text.

“I’m getting close, baby,” the guy moaned. “Keep riding my cock! Fuck, you feel so good!”

Erin’s phone chirped. “Crap, it might be my husband.”

“Fuck, don’t stop, baby,” the guy moaned as Erin climbed off his cock. “Just hop back on. I was so close.”

“Sorry. It could be important.” Cum and pussy juices ran down her thighs as she bent over, deliberately flashing her messy snatch at me, and pulled her phone out of her purse.

“Just ignore the fucking text and get back to bed, baby! I need to cum so bad! Your pussy felt so fucking amazing.”

“Shit!” she cursed. “My husband’s going to be home in five minutes. You gotta go! He has a terrible temper! He can’t find you here!” Her panic sounded real.

“Fuck,” the guy shouted and bolted up, his cock wilting in fear. He rolled off the bed and tripped on his tangled up pants, falling flat on his face. My wife clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh. The guy climbed back on his feet, grabbed his discarded shirt, and raced out of the house.

Erin walked to our bathroom, laughing the entire way.

I opened the closet door and followed her into the bathroom. Her dress was still hiked up over her waist and I could see a single streak of cum working its way down her inner thigh. She filled a small glass with water and then rinsed her mouth out.

“Yuck, that guy smoked,” she grimaced after spitting the water into the sink. I chuckled as I walked up behind her, rubbing my cock on her ass. “You better give me a good fucking,” she told me as I kissed her shoulder. “You owe me, William Connor You owe me for all the disgusting guys I let paw at my body. For your amusement, I might add.”

“I love you, Erin,” I whispered as my cock slipped between her spread legs, prodding at her wet pussy lips.

She reached down, guiding the cock inside her hole, wet with another man’s cum. “I love you, Bill. Mmm, and I love your big cock, too. I had to rub my own little clit to get a cum out of that guy and his little dick!”

I fucked her slowly, my hands reaching around to play with her soft breasts. Her hips rotated to match my pace. Her pussy was tight on my cock. And so wet with the guy’s cum. I savored it as I nibbled on Erin’s neck.

The pleasure built in my balls. My strokes grew faster, bringing louder moans from my wife’s lips. My hands slid up and found her naked breasts. I played with her hard nipples. Erin shuddered, her head leaning back on my shoulder as she moaned.

I kissed at her neck.

“Did you hear that guy?” Erin asked as, her pillowy-soft ass rubbing against my groin as we fucked. “He thought his little dick could satisfy me more than my husband’s big cock!”

“I love you Erin,” I moaned into her ear. “Thank you for being the best wife!”

She let out a throaty moan. “You’re welcome,” she purred. “Now fuck me, stud!”

“What should we do tomorrow night?” I asked my wife as I drove my cock faster and harder inside her sopping cunt, the bathroom filling with the slap of flesh.

“Why don’t we…ohh…stay in and…uhhh…order a pizza,” Erin moaned, her body trembling in my arms “and I’ll give the…oh, yes…the driver a very good tip.”

Her cunt milked my cock as she came in my arms. She didn’t need to play with her clit to cum for me. The image of her servicing the pizza guy shot straight to my balls. I drove my cock once more up into her and flooded her juicy pussy with another load of cum.

We both gasped for breath, trembling together. I nibbled on her neck as her breathing grew softer.

“What if it’s a woman driver?” I asked.

“Would you like to see me with a woman?” Erin turned around to face me.

I cupped her lips and kissed her softly. “I’d love to see you with a woman.”

Erin smiled saucily at me. “Well, Bill, I’d love to see you fuck another woman and lick your cum out of her pussy. I’ve been thinking about it ever since the Best Buy orgy and I watched you fuck that Jessie slut.”

“Why didn’t you say that sooner?”

“I was having so much fun making you jealous,” Erin confessed with a laugh. “You make me cum so hard when you’re all jealous.”

I laughed, scooped my wife up in my arms, and carried her to bed to make love to her again. We were going to be very tired for church in the morning.

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