God, I could see a glint of light sparkling from the sheer wetness seeping from her slit.
He touched the tip of his hardness to her pussy lips, and I felt as though my heart was in my throat, pulsating furiously. There was no protection, no condom, he had his bare cock nudging up against her slick slit.
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, his tip was inside her, he was inside my wife.
He looked up to seek final consent, and was presented with Tessa’s broadest smile, all those white teeth, those blazing eyes, the faint pinkness in her cheeks giving him the go-ahead even before she offered him a quiet nod.
I saw him lean into her, pushing his weight into her, and that enormous thing was sinking inside her, stretching her, pushing all the air out of her lungs, it seemed. It just kept going and going and going, more and more of that great thing disappearing between her eager pussy lips.
Oh God, filling her like she’d never been filled before.
She grinned, and now looked over to me in my window, forgetting herself momentarily because of what was happening to her, the sensations that she felt from this big step into the realm of an extramarital affair.
I flashed her the biggest smile I could, in a moment reassuring her and sharing my joy at what was happening.
Then I saw Robert asking if everything was okay, and she snapped her focus back to him, telling him, of course, and perhaps complementing him on how he was making her feel as he thrust inside her.
Seeing her eyes squeezed shut, her jaw dropping, her forehead wrinkling from the sensation of Robert squeezing his massive erection inside her, I felt a strange kind of release.
My Tessa was having a powerful experience right before my eyes, and I had gifted it to her. It made me feel wonderful. The look on her face seemed like the only reward I needed for all the angst of allowing her to get close, and enjoy the attentions of her new crush.
And here it was, Tessa lying there with a massive cock filling her entirely, with some left to spare. It was magnificent.
There was no going back. She was officially cheating on me. And I loved it. This was no longer a dream, no longer a fantasy, she was spreading her legs for him and letting him inside her.
Watching her being penetrated, panting and moaning with his thick cock sliding in and out of her without any physical barrier - it was more thrilling than I even thought it could be.
Again, I was surprised at how passionate they were together, the sheer chemistry of their connection. But my jealousy was now completely overwhelmed by the arousal. Tessa, my Tessa, my softly spoken, demure, once-conservative bride was being so dirty, so wonderfully filthy, letting this big college stud shove his huge tool inside her.
She looked over in my direction more than once, though never enough to make Robert suspect what was happening. And she was looking at me when, after only a few moments of this young stranger fucking her, she was suddenly coming powerfully, shuddering and shaking under him.
I was surprised she didn’t take him along with her, a virgin whose instincts had to be to finish in her as soon as possible, to confirm once and for all the end of his virginity.
But again, Robert impressed me with his patience. He wanted more from Tessa.
He leaned forward to kiss her, but the force of their fucking was too much for either of them to multitask. I could see her crying, screaming as his pace accelerated. She was going to be sore afterwards, despite how wet she obviously was for him, but she certainly wasn’t stopping him, wasn’t even telling him to go easy on her.
My sexy, dirty cheating wife.
She pulled her legs together, hugging her knees to offer him an even tighter pussy, her thighs so sexy locked together and partially bound by her black nylon stockings. She was getting used to his size, and it was all shockingly exhilarating to me. His huge cock was soaking with her juices every time it withdrew from her.
I watched Tessa turn over for him, presenting her sweet derriere. She was really giving him the full experience — and yet, the way she was lying on that couch, it was the perfect position for me to see.
This whole show was set up to show me, as much as him, the beauty of a woman taking her fill from a young stud. A little later as she went on top, sitting in his lap, showing me her world, and then turning around to face me as she rode his column, her thighs wide, her pussy so very exposed as that beast thrust upwards and inside her.
I saw everything.
And then it came time for him to finish inside her, fill her with his seed.
I think I would have been more comfortable had she required him to wear a condom, but then this experience was never for a moment about being comfortable. It was about challenging every preconceived societal idea about what marital sex should be.
The rhythm of their copulation seemed to anticipate the final end when it came, and I found myself looking at the strange sight of this other man’s huge cock pounding into my wife, and seeing his obscenely sized balls made me suddenly think of how much come he was just about to shoot deep within my wife.
Jesus. She was completely unprotected, and I knew from her pleas the night before that she wanted it this way, she wanted to feel another man come deep inside her.
He slowed, but the way Tessa had arranged this, I had the perfect view of his balls tightening, the exposed part of his slippery cock pulsing as he started pumping into my wife.
She adored it, looking over at me as she came yet again at the feeling of jet after jet of this college boy’s hot seed splashing inside her.
Chapter Thirteen
I managed to hold myself back from coming myself, somehow.
Calming myself down as I watched them snuggle up on the couch for a postcoital cool-down, again the tenderness highly apparent between them.
I needed to get in there, reconnect with Tessa myself. And yet, I liked to watch her with him, even though that undeniable chemistry between them stoked the green-eyed monster within me.
I could trust her, I knew that. I knew she would never leave me.
I sent her a text, saying simply that I needed her, I had to have her, we had to get Robert out of the house. Her phone was lying on the coffee table, and now buzzed with the new message.
Robert reached forward to hand it to her, and I felt a sudden acid burn in my stomach at the sudden fear that he would intercept my message for Tessa. But he respected her privacy. A sweet guy, just as she said.
I watched as Tessa read my text, her face breaking out into the prettiest of smiles.
She said something to Robert — perhaps, that her husband had left the office, that he’d told her he was now on his way home.
Robert nodded, and disengaged, reaching for his clothes.
It felt a little bizarre to watch him dress, and not think wrong of him for screwing my wife. I should have, probably. He had hardly asked my permission to kiss her, to touch her, to slide that huge dick inside her. And yet I forgave him all that. I had a hand in encouraging Tessa to seduce him, after all. And he was young.
He was young: that was obvious in another sense, too. Tessa helped him put on his shirt as though acting a dutiful 1950s housewife dressing her husband before he goes off to work, only giving him the kind of kisses in between fastening buttons that would have broken obscenity laws in the 1950s. By the time she was crouching at his feet, helping him pull his underwear up his legs and over those powerful thighs, Robert was hard again.
I could see Tessa melt a little at the sight of that huge great thing stiffening up again right in front of her very eyes. She pulled his boxer shorts back down to his ankles, and now slipped the end of his cock straight in her mouth.
The benefits of youth. I guess I was like that at his age, too. It was wasted on the girls I dated at the time. I now regretted not having a taste for older girls when I was Robert’s age.
Tessa seemed more used to the size of his cock this time, he went straight into her mouth. She still couldn’t hold a lot of him, but it seemed easier as she bobbed her head on him
once again.
Robert himself seemed bolder this time, as though the official end of his virginity had added something to his self-confidence. His hands came down to stroke her hair, and then he was pulling his cock out of her mouth and stroking it around Tessa’s pretty pixyish face, no doubt getting off on the softness of her skin and the lewdness of rubbing that thing all over such a beautiful girl’s cheeks, nose, chin, even forehead. Then he was back inside her mouth, holding her head as she sank onto his shaft, controlling her pace.
With two hands on her head, he was fucking my wife’s dirty mouth.
Tessa was a bad girl. She knew I was waiting to get in there. Oh, I saw she couldn’t resist a big hard cock like that, but all this she was doing to tease me.
I couldn’t complain really. She deserved an encore, she was the most incredible sexual being I had ever laid eyes on.
Was she going to swallow him this time, to show me how she had in days gone by?
As Robert’s second climax of the evening approached, Tessa pulled his hardness back out of her mouth, and now she was rubbing him over her face again, kneeling up to stroke him with her breasts.
Tessa smiled broadly, and I saw her open her mouth wide, laughing joyously as she pumped his shaft with her hands, and thick strings of white shot from the tip of his cock to splash over her lips, her face, her tongue, and down to her chest.
She looked a mess, but so sexy. Covered in his come. She was still laughing, licking his cock as Robert came down from his sensational high, rubbing it gently on her cheeks as though hoping it might just get hard again. She cleaned him up with her mouth before allowing him to finish dressing.
Licking her fingers as though his come tasted like butter icing from the top of a cupcake.
Before he pulled his undershorts and pants back up, I could see my wife cooing over that immense cock, no doubt telling him how many times he’d made her come, what an incredible guy he was. Or so my jealousy inferred from her giddy-as-a-schoolgirl body language, the huge smiles, the little jink of her shoulders sending a shiver down her body, the way she couldn’t take her eyes off it, the way she gave it a last little kiss, popping the tip back in her mouth one last time before he put it away for the evening.
So maybe she had a thing for huge cocks.
I could live with that. Right now I was thinking this brief summer fling seemed to be turning into some kind of a lifestyle choice for us. We would have to find Tessa a date when Robert went back to school. Preferably one much more gifted than average when it came to his size.
Chapter Fourteen
She saw him to the front door, although since she was wearing stockings and suspenders and nothing else, she stepped back in order to keep from being visible from the street.
At last, Robert’s truck was peeling out of the driveway, and the coast was clear. I took a good look up and down the neighborhood to ensure I was unseen before I emerged from my mulberry bush.
I was shaking as I arrived at my own front door feeling like a stranger in my own home.
Tessa opened the door for me, keeping behind it as she did so as to conceal her near-nudity from the street, whether it was empty or not. She looked incredible. She’d mopped up her face a little, though her make-up was still smeared, her hair mussed, her skin wet in places from his come.
God, she looked so beautiful. My very own insatiable, misbehaving wife.
The door closed behind me, and I breathed in the strong scent of sex. Sex between my wife and another man. My stomach tightened at the thought, but my loins were tingling like mad.
I think neither of us quite knew what to say. I froze for a moment, in awe of this goddess standing before me. I didn’t realize it as I was taking all this in, but my hesitation apparently scared the hell out of her.
"You still love me?" she said in a quiet little voice.
I raised my eyes back up to hers, seeing the fear in those sultry green peepers, knowing that she thought my astonished expression was actually one of horror and revulsion.
"I love you more than life itself," I said, trying to project amazement, wonder in my voice, to dispel her fears.
She smiled, warmly — but a little hopefully, too. Still doubtful about whether she had gone too far with this, whether I’d snapped.
Whether she’d finally made me go insane.
I stepped up close to her, breathing in that thick musk from their lovemaking, along with the sweetness of her perfume. She looked up at me, those big eyes filled with insecurity until I took her head in my hands and kissed her mouth long and deep.
She melted into my kiss, pressing her body against mine, completely forgetting herself, it seemed. I tasted that curious piquancy in her mouth that reminded me of her lips stretching around a college boy’s cock, of that huge great thing being stroked all over her pretty face. It felt so wrong to kiss her like this, and yet I couldn’t help myself. Here was proof that my wife was a naughty nymph, a devil in angel’s guise.
My hands swept through her hair, soft and yet slightly clammy from perspiration and the traces of another man’s emissions.
As we kissed, my fingers danced over her breasts, feeling the hint of stickiness, further evidence of her transgressions.
When my hands reached her smooth, slippery mound, and the tips of my digits slipped inside her pussy, knowing that the copious wetness came from two people, one of them not her husband, I felt my knees go a little weak.
I made it seem like a conscious move, but sinking before her, I was quivering a little.
I kissed the apex of her slit, the heady scent of sex so strong it made me feel a little dizzy.
"No," she said, placing a firm hand on my head. "I need a shower first."
"Let me help," I pleaded. She gave me her hand.
Upstairs I checked on Marcus as Tessa slipped into the bedroom. He was sound asleep, and the sound of the shower starting up on the other side of our little house was little more than white noise to him.
Satisfied that our little boy was okay, I went through the bedroom to find Tessa stripped down, stepping into the flow of the water.
The shower was really just an overhang addition to the corner bathtub that dominated the master bathroom. The bath was large enough that it fitted two people standing up no problem.
Tessa seemed tired but almost intoxicated by everything that had happened. We continued our kiss under the warm flow of the water, reconnecting after her incredible experience with gentle sucking on each other's lips, our tongues dancing with each other.
"So you were okay with... everything?" she asked at last, as we broke apart.
"It was incredible watching you."
"You really liked it? I thought you might just be… well… tolerating it."
She took the soap to begin washing herself, but I took it from her, my expression clear: I wanted to do this, needed to do this.
"I loved watching you. Seeing you experience something like that. Such a turn-on."
It felt wonderful running my hands all over her soft skin, caressing those sweet curves, cleaning every inch. Why had I never done this before? Washing her was the perfect excuse to touch her everywhere, to feel out the sensational beauty that was my wife Tessa.
Only this time, I was washing away her sins, reclaiming her body as her husband. I wouldn’t be able to clean the invisible traces of her infidelity, though. The changes that had stuck with her, now that she had done what she had done. She would always be that naughty, sexy girl to me now, the wife who was too much for one man.
The most important part of my washing, in terms of the symbolism, at any rate, was what I left to last.
I had Tessa sit on the wide corner of the bath, and now knelt between her knees, parting those coltish thighs to reveal her exquisite flower, all rosy and puffy from excessive use.
Running my hands down over her stomach, over her mound, I gave in to all temptation and dived forward to nuzzle into her pussy, gently kissing her there, slipping my wet tongue inside her.
Something about being in the shower meant we felt safe from the shock factor of my mouth connecting so intimately with her sex so soon after another man’s cock had been there, after another man had pumped his seed deep inside her.
It felt so dirty, so wrong, it was a turn-on in itself. I think perhaps Tessa was caught up in the wrong-ness, too. After a momentary hesitation, she seemed to abandon the notion of stopping me, to lean back on the corner of the bath and hold onto it tight with both hands.
Did I taste another man’s come? Such a thing would have been distasteful to me, probably, if I thought about it. I certainly tasted hers, and hers was the flavor I craved. I buried my face in her slit, making her groan, making her curse.
I sucked on her clit as I gazed up along the sensual camber of her stomach, the rise of her breasts with their stiff little pink peaks, her pixie face strained with bliss.
Her body wash looked like come as I squirted it out over her mound, which made her giggle a little before I began gently spreading it around between her thighs, turning the cream into lather as I massaged her sensitive flesh.
"Can you believe what I did?" she asked.
"Hardly," I smiled.
I felt like some kind of devoted acolyte cleaning her, Tessa moaning and giggling as my hands swept over her mound, pressed against her labia, brushed over her clit, my thumbs dipping inside her slippery folds.
Pooling water in my hands to rinse off the soap, I would duck back down to kiss her sex, to slip my tongue back inside her, still feeling all kinds of wrong that this pussy had just been so well-used by someone else.
I think she came as I washed her, from the wicked thought of what she had been doing with her pussy before I was kissing and licking it so tenderly.
Then she was giving me the kind of ravenous look a lioness might direct to a defenseless gazelle, and I knew what she wanted.
"You know the best way to clean me inside?" She asked, but I was already kneeling up, presenting the tip of my hardness to her rosy-red lips, grabbing her thighs to help pull me in.
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