by Lexi Archer
"I went in there and I didn't think he’d be in there…"
She said that and it sounded more like the old Connie. My Connie. The one I knew and loved. But I let her go right on talking, because I wanted to hear every detail.
"He was right there waiting for me, and his smile was so sexy and cocky and confident. He wasn't supposed to take me up on my offer. He wasn't supposed to be there…"
She started moving up and down on my cock. Her eyes were closed, and it was like she was off in her own little world.
And I suppose she was off in her own little world. A world where she'd just fucked another man because he'd tempted her too much. Because she’d given into that temptation even though that was one of the things that was right there in most wedding vows as a biggie you were supposed to avoid.
Then again there was nothing in the usual wedding vows about getting turned on listening to your wife talk about fucking another man, so what the fuck did I know?
"What does he look like?" I asked.
"He’s so fucking hot baby," she said. "He looks kind of like you back before…"
She trailed off, but the meaning was clear. He looked like me back before I let myself go. Back before the pressures of having a job and not being able to spend a few hours in the gym every day like back in college finally got to me and I started putting on a little weight. Just like everyone else. Only I had a wife who'd insisted on getting in the best shape of her life instead of going quietly into that fat middle aged night right along with me.
Now I wasn't sure if that was a blessing or a curse, but I also didn't care as long as she was riding me with that tight body. Taking me deep inside that sweet tight pussy of hers.
So I groaned again as she bore down on me. As I bottomed out inside her, though I wondered if that guy had gone deeper when he was fucking her earlier. She had been acting like my cock wasn’t going to be good enough for her, after all. I wondered if I was reaching the same depths that asshole had when he fucked my wife earlier.
"Did he fuck you this deep?" I asked.
"He was so much fucking deeper than you!"
She paused. Shook her head and sighed. Like she was really missing having his cock buried inside her. Then she looked down at me and licked her lips. She seemed to be coming around to the old Connie for a moment. The Connie who realized that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to insult her husband’s cock like that, but the words were out of her mouth already so it’s not like there was much that could be done.
It was kind of weird watching my wife going between these two women. I wasn't sure which one was sexier, but I also figured I loved the fuck out of everything that was happening here!
“He wasn't actually that much bigger than you," she said, obviously backpedaling. "But he was bigger, and the way he fucked me with that cock…"
She let out a whimper. A whimper that turned to a moan. A moan that very quickly turned to gasping, and then she was getting hit with one hell of an orgasm!
"Oh fuck," she said. "Oh fuck it was so good. So fucking good…"
And then she trailed off into a series of gasps and moans. She bore down on me one final time, purposely grasping for me using the kegel exercises she’d learned when she was getting ready to have kids and that she’d used with me ever since, and she was shivering and shaking over me. Her tits were practically vibrating they were jiggling so fast, her nipples were strained out into perfect little points, as she was hit with the sheer force of what she'd done.
At least I thought this was her getting hit with the sheer force of what she'd done. She'd fucked another man. She fucked around on me, and God it was so hot.
I thrust up into her one final time as well. I’d been close to the edge since the first moment I walked into the house and saw her wearing that sexy lingerie, and this was all it took to finally throw me over that edge. I whimpered as I emptied myself inside my wife.
There was something about knowing I was competing with another man, a man who could do this to her even when she was merely thinking about what she'd done with him earlier, that had me so turned on. So hot.
"Oh God Connie," I said, holding her tight and not wanting this to end. Ever.
Though there was also something new with our fucking now. There was the sure knowledge that she could have this with another man if she wanted to. That was a sobering thought. The thought that I wanted her to have this with another man if she wanted, I wanted to hear all about it, and I still wanted her to come home to me at the end of the night when she was finished with whoever she’d been fucking.
Basically I was going to do everything in my power to try and keep her a happy woman now that I’d discovered this kink and knew that I could realize it with her.
Then with that final thought about this strange sudden change in my life it was over.
I still felt like I was on fire. I guess there was something about pumping her full of my sperm and knowing it was competing with another man's sperm that really did something for me. I wasn’t sure what that something was, whatever it was had to be supremely fucked up, but it was a turn on.
"Holy fuck Connie," I gasped a few more times.
"Holy fuck is right baby," she said. "You were so good!"
"You were so bad!" I said.
She bit her lip. She was still on top of me, and honestly I didn't want this to end. Not right now. Not when she felt so good with her pussy wrapped around me. Not when every moment I spent buried inside her was another moment where my sperm was moving up inside her.
Sure I knew on some level that’s not exactly how it worked. That my sperm was going to be up inside her no matter what I did here. That didn’t change the fact that the irrational part of me wanted to be buried inside her for as long as possible so I could keep that sperm inside her and not have it leaking out where it wouldn’t be able to fight the good fight with that asshole’s spunk.
"I was bad, wasn't I?" she asked, pulling me out of the brief reverie I’d been having about my sperm competing with the prick’s. She looked down at me, and she seemed suddenly worried.
"Do you hate me? Is this the end?"
I pulled her down towards me. I pressed against her. She seemed hesitant for a moment. Almost like she didn't want to kiss me. But that didn't last long. No, it wasn't long at all before her tongue was in my mouth and we were making out like a couple of teenagers. We were making out like we hadn't made out since we were both young and getting to know each other for the first time. Exploring each other for the first time and discovering the joys of our bodies. It was as though this asshole she’d fucked getting to do that exploration for the first time was enough to make me see my wife through his new eyes and worship her like she deserved.
Or maybe I was making bullshit up on the fly to justify all the fucked up shit that was going on here. Either way, there was an intensity to our making out that hadn't been in our marriage bed in quite a long time.
I still wasn't sure exactly what I thought about her fucking another man other than knowing it turned me on, but I also figured if it was doing this for our marriage, if it was helping along this intense sexual bond between us, well I wasn't going to complain!
Finally even that intense making out came to an end. I let my head fall back. I breathed and concentrated on everything that’d just happened. On the crazy fucked up idea that I was turned on by what my wife had just done with another man to the point that I’d come with more intensity and power than I think I had in a good long fucking time!
Then I let out a sigh. As good as that was, it was time to come back to reality.
“This is far from the end, but where the fuck do we go from here?” I asked.
She looked at me and cocked her head to the side. "I can't believe you're turned on by this. Like I know you keep saying it turns you on, but every time I think about it, it just seems insane.”
"I kind of can't believe it either," I said. "But there it is. So…"
Her expression firmed, and I knew we�
��d gone from the old Connie who was unsure about all this craziness to the new Connie who was taking charge and calling the shots.
"So things are going to change around here," she said.
Now it was my turn to arch an eyebrow at my wife. "Oh really?"
"Really," she said. "You're going to start spending time in the gym. I don't care if it's tough with your schedule. You can scale back at work or something. I know you're already working way more than you need to."
That wasn't exactly true. I worked late hours because it was necessary, but she was also right to some degree. Part of it was as much a time management problem on my part as it was an actual need to work late. There were times here and there where I fucked around at the office instead of actually getting down to work, and no doubt if I were to be more diligent and the kind of guy who could sit down and grind shit out then I could be home earlier. I could even maybe find time for the gym.
Besides. It struck me that this wasn't exactly a negotiation. I could tell her there wasn't a chance in hell that was happening, and she could tell me she could go and find five other guys who’d be willing to give her what I could give her, and then some.
It looked like I was about to get the world's most fucked up incentive to get the fuck back in shape. Maybe it was time for me to switch leagues right along with my wife!
I figured I couldn’t be too pissed off about it, though. After all, it was something I’d needed to do for quite a long time anyway.
“Fine, you win on that one,” I said. “But I have some requirements on my end too.”
“Oh really?” she asked.
“Hey, you’re the one who cheated on me lady,” I said.
She frowned at that, and there was a part of her that obviously looked a little worried. That would be the old Connie coming out to play again. The old Connie whispering to the new Connie that she could make justifications for what she’d done today all she wanted, but in the end she had cheated on me no matter how she wanted to treat this like a moment of empowerment.
She sighed. “What are your terms?”
I grinned. Something told me she wasn’t going to have a problem with my terms at all.
“It shouldn’t be too hard,” I said. “All I need is to be able to watch you being a bad little girl from time to time.”
She grinned. “I think we can arrange that.”
Oh yeah. My wife had switched leagues and become a totally different person, but from where I was standing that suddenly didn’t seem like a bad thing at all! I couldn’t wait to see what the future brought for us.
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