“We’re about halfway through,” she answered, careful to keep her voice neutral.
And I shivered as I contemplated that…
****
“Did he…?” I stopped just short of asking her if he spunked her face and tits.
Of course he did! Ed slid his once-again rock hard dick out of her sucking mouth and jacked off all over her as she knelt subserviently before him.
It shot into her hair, into her eyes, into her mouth, and down onto her heaving breasts; her jutting nipples gradually disappearing beneath a jetting spray of come. He was groaning as he came, but then he said, “Lick it up for me, bitch! You know what to do!”
Michelle clearly did know what to do. She squeegeed all of his gooey come off her face, her shoulders, and her tits and ate it as he filmed her doing it.
My wife’s stare never faltered as she looked into the lens. She seemed proud of what a slut she was being for him!
“I think that’s all,” she said quietly, “that was this afternoon, just before I left to come home. I had to take another shower, to wash all of that jizz out of my hair. And then I had to blow-dry it again, before I left his place.”
I looked over at her. My darling Michelle’s voluptuous body was clean and her hair was perfect, as usual.
Just seeing her, you couldn’t tell that she had spent the whole night before being another man’s cumdumpster! You would never have suspected that inside this gorgeous soccer mom/businesswoman, there lurked the soul of one of the nastiest sluts on the entire planet!
“I…I don’t know what to say,” I mumbled at last, being entirely truthful with her.
A tear leaked out of her left eye as she whispered, “Just say that you still love me; that I’m still your girl, despite what you just saw.”
God help me, as I searched my heart, I found that she was! In spite of all of the depraved things I’d just seen her do onscreen, with another man; I loved her in that moment as much as I ever had!
Wordlessly, I tossed the cell phone away and took her trembling body in my arms. We lay back on the bed, kissing and sobbing together, our tears mutual, as was our love.
We fucked. For how long I can’t say, but I began to get an idea that afternoon of how Ed was able to stay hard as long as he did.
Partially, it was Michelle herself. She was so hot, I couldn’t seem to get enough of her; just the way he couldn’t!
It seemed as though my own cock just wouldn’t stay down. No matter how many times Michelle sucked it off and swallowed my load, my dick just kept on getting hard and winding up in her pussy, deep in her ass, or back in her mouth.
Everything was a blur. I was reclaiming her; I knew that.
But it was more than just that. We were cementing our love for one another, despite her naughty behavior, despite her sluttiness; in spite of everything!
****
“I know that after watching that video, and all of the fucking and sucking I did this afternoon, you may have trouble believing this,” she whispered as the sun began to set outside our bedroom window that evening, “but I don’t think I ever want to have sex again!”
I laughed and held her closer, asking, “Why is that?”
She smiled shyly at me and murmured, “Because I don’t think it could ever be as great as what we’ve shared today; because I’ve finally had enough, at last!”
Michelle giggled and went on to whisper, “And because I’m soooooo sore!”
I laughed again and asked her, “Really?”
“God, yes,” she exclaimed. “After Ed last night and you all day today…my poor ass is aching and my pussy feels like someone drove a railroad tie into it!”
Inexplicably, my cock started to twitch against her thigh. She shook her head, grinning, and said, “My mouth, however, is still in service.”
I lay back and enjoyed possibly the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten in my entire life!
Chapter Fifteen
Life Returns To Normal
You might think after that explosive weekend, things would have been changed forever around our house. You’d have been wrong.
Far from becoming an utterly libertine couple, with Michelle making constant dates—both with Ed and with other hot guys—she eschewed that lifestyle, at least for now. Instead, my wife chose to come home right after the close of business every day, play with the kids, kiss me on the cheek, and to relax with me in the evenings after our children were tucked in for the night.
Oh, we shared passionate, unbelievable sex on a lot of those nights as well. And we did watch that video together a couple of times.
We talked about all she had done with Ed, too. That never failed to heat up the bedroom!
And I have to admit, things had gotten wilder in bed between us than they ever had been before. Michelle blew me all the time now, swallowing most of the time; jacking me off all over her face just for variety’s sake. And then swallowing, after she had gathered up all of my spent come on her fingertips!
Anal sex had become a regular event in our bedroom again. As was rimming—both mine and hers—and titty-fucking, and some other, more “exotic” practices which I suspected were foreign to most married couples.
But there were no more “dates”; no threesomes, and no impetus to schedule any. We were just a happy, secure, married couple who had great sex with each other far more frequently than I knew our friends did.
Ed called and came into her office for meetings, but she said there was no further hanky-panky between them, and I believed her. Not that he didn’t try, because he did, continually; he kept on inviting her to “dinner”, but she steadfastly refused.
He invited her to accompany him to Vegas one weekend, and she politely turned him down. Ed sent flowers to her office, two dozen long-stemmed, blood-red roses, without any card—so that her secretary, Dolly, wouldn’t make any romantic connection between the two of them.
Michelle had instructed the mystified Dolly take the flowers to a local hospital on her way home from work that night and donate them to the patients. Then she’d called Ed after she’d gotten home and had given him a good verbal ass chewing, admonishing him never to send gifts or flowers to her at the office again under any circumstances.
****
“So, I guess you’re done with Ed?” I asked her that night, in bed, after she’d finished telling me all about the roses.
Michelle flashed me a naughty little smile and said, “Oh, I don’t know. I may spend the odd night with him here and there in the future, if I feel like it.’
“Oh, so you do want some more of that big cock of his?”
She giggled and said, “I may. It was very impressive, and he was so good with it, too, sweetie, even if he did turn out to be a very bad boy!”
I felt like writhing in the bed in anger and in pain, but I controlled myself, saying simply, “Well, that’s your decision to make, of course, darling. I won’t stand in your way if you want to see him some more…I guess.”
My wife laughed softly and reached over to tousle my hair as she said, “That’s about as lukewarm an endorsement as I’ve ever heard!”
I grinned back at her. I said, “Well, you can’t expect a guy to be enthusiastic about his wife being a total slut with someone else, even if it is just for one night.”
“Not most guys,” she said, moving her hand down under the covers, capturing my semi-hard cock in her fist, right through my pajama bottoms. “But my man, however…”
I laughed and drew her closer, saying, “Okay, okay, busted; I admit the idea doesn’t completely turn me off!”
She pushed her big breasts against my chest, rubbing her nipples against me through my pajamas and hers, saying, “No, it doesn’t. As a matter of fact, I think it turns you on!”
We were naked in seconds, and she was kissing me as she stroked my cock to utter firmness. I spent some quality time nursing at her very erect nipples, and then she returned the favor by sucking my prick until it was hard enough to drive fence posts
with.
“Ummmmmm, you feel so good inside me tonight,” she whispered in my ear as I mounted her juicy cunt. “Fuck me hard, the way he would.”
“Thinking about him, are you?”
“A little,” she murmured, matching my hip thrusts with her own, “he’s a great fuck. And being in bed with him is sort of a nasty thrill, I’ll admit.”
“Do you really do want to do it again?”
She thought about it a few more moments and then said, “Yeah, I think I do. If you don’t mind, that is?”
My cock jerked within her hot, wet pussy as I thought of that. God, help me, I did want it! I probably was more turned on by the thought of her being his whore again for a night than she was!
“Will you take videos again?”
She giggled, even as she continued to fuck me expertly, and finally whispered in my ear, “Of course I will, if you want me to!”
I did. I wanted to see that enormous cock of his split her open in all three holes again. Pervert that I am; I couldn’t wait…
****
“How would you feel about me going to Mexico with Ed for four nights?”
It was after dinner a few nights later. The kids had finished their homework before we ate, so they were now in the rec room, absorbed by whatever television show they were watching.
We stood in the kitchen, having just finished up loading the dishwasher and making ourselves some cocktails. She’d kept her voice down as she asked the question, even though the nanny had gone home hours ago and the kids were otherwise occupied.
“Mexico,” I asked dubiously, “why Mexico and why for so long?”
“Because Ed owns a villa in Puerto Vallarta, right on the ocean and he’s going down there soon,” she explained. “He asked me today, at lunch. It’s not until next month, so we’d have plenty of time to plan for it.”
“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully, “Puerto Vallarta is in a whole other country; it’s a long ways away, and four nights is a long time.”
“Well, it’s not just a lover’s tryst this time,” she explained, “Ed does some business down there, and he’s hosting a dinner party for some of the men he trades with at his house. I got the idea that he sort of wants to show me off to them; kind of like I was his girlfriend or something.”
“What gave you that idea?”
She smiled at me and answered, “He said I could leave my wedding set at home, if I went. He’d want me to act like I was all his, for the four nights.”
“Did he now? And what did you say to that?”
“I said I’d have to ask you first, of course,” she said with another smile. “That’s the way this hotwife thing works, isn’t it?”
“It is in our case,” I answered, mentally chewing on the proposition of my wife spending not one but four nights as kinky Ed’s bed partner. “Are you asking?”
She thought about that for a long moment and then said simply, “Yeah, I guess I am. What about it, darling, will you let me do this?”
“Do you really want to?”
Again, she hesitated before answering, “I guess I do, or I wouldn’t have brought it up.”
I hesitated, but then I heard myself saying, “Sure then; its okay with me, if that’s what you really want.”
Michelle smiled and came into my arms. She murmured in my ear as she nuzzled it with her lips, “I promise to take lots and lots of videos. And I promise to be a really naughty girl for him…and for you, while we’re down there, babe!”
****
“Will you suck it for him?”
My wife and I were up in our darkened bedroom that night. The kids were asleep, the door was locked, and I was buried in her tight little cunt.
“Yessssssssssssssss,” she purred into my ear, “oh, God, baby, I’ll suck him so good!”
“Will you have him video it and bring it home for me to watch with you?”
Michelle gasped. I was fucking her furiously, while we clung together, whispering about all of the nasty things Ed was going to do to her while they were down in Mexico.
“God, yes,” she whined, clearly about to come on my driving cock, “I’ll swallow every drop for him and then show my empty mouth and tongue on camera, to prove to you that I did it!”
My dick lurched in her as I imagined that. God, she was such a hottie!
“What else will you do?”
“Anything…everything,” she promised, her pussy grasping at my gliding cock. “Oh, fuck, I’ll do whatever he wants me to…and I’ll video it all for you!”
My dick exploded inside her, bathing her slick walls with my thick come, as she whimpered into my ear and started to orgasm right along with me! We clung together, reveling in our mutual climax; in our mutual depravity, and in our love for each other, despite what she was about to do with another man!
****
“Did you tell him yes?”
She smiled at me and nodded that she had. Looking down the hallway, to make sure we were momentarily alone, she said, “I called him at lunch today, just like I said I would. We leave on a private jet he’s chartered on the third of next month, in the morning early. We get back on the morning of the seventh. Is that okay with you?”
I nodded that it was. She read my face and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing really,” I answered, “it’s just that we’re telling different stories to so many people; one version to Dolly; another to my folks, and yet another to our friends. I just hope we can keep them all straight, that’s all.”
She rolled her eyes and said, “We have to tell your folks that we’re both going, so they’ll be okay with taking the kids. They’d think it weird, me going on a vacation to Mexico without you.”
Taking a deep breath, Michelle continued, “As for our friends, we agreed that telling them as close to the truth as we could manage was the simplest story. Lots of couples who have been married as long as we have take separate vacations; it’s no big deal, so they won’t be especially suspicious.”
“And Dolly?”
My wife frowned as she said, “Dolly has been with me too long to buy that one. She’d be sure to smell a rat if I gave her that ‘separate vacations’ story. It’s far better to go with the business trip excuse with her. I’ll have my cell on, so that she can call me daily, just as if I was on a regular trip outside the office.”
She shrugged and added, “After all, it’s not like I haven’t flown out of town with a client before, and Ed Livingston does have interests in the Midwest and on the east coast as well as in Mexico. It’s not so outlandish that he’d hire a private jet to tour them, and take me with him. All Dolly needs to know is that I’m flying east with him, on business, and that I’ll be back in a few days.”
I paced nervously down the hall, and then back. I let out a breath and said, “Well, I guess we’ve thought of everything. Let’s just hope we get away with this!”
Chapter Sixteen
Mexico
What was left of that month seemed to fly by. Almost before I knew it, we were upstairs in our bedroom and I was watching Michelle pack her suitcase for tomorrow morning’s departure aboard the private jet Ed had chartered.
“That’s a really tiny bikini,” I commented as she tucked the scraps of red material into her case.
“Ed has a swimming pool at his house,” she said, looking up with an impish grin. “This is just for boating and the beach, I doubt I’ll be wearing even this much when we’re alone together beside his pool, darling.”
My cock started to get hard instantly as I imagined that! Her and old horsecock Ed lounging around in the nude, out by his pool; he’d soon be fucking Michelle constantly, under the bright Mexican sun!
“Are you having second thoughts about this?”
She had clearly misinterpreted my lustful look for one of apprehension. I chuckled and said, “No, not really; unless you are?”
“No,” she said simply, putting a handful of scandalously sheer under things into the open suit
case, “I’m looking forward to it, actually.”
Her grey eyes grew playful once more as she added teasingly, “Just Ed and I…all alone in that big house…all of that cock!”
I gave out with false roar of rage and tackled her. We fell onto the bed together, next to the suitcase, laughing and tearing at each other’s clothes.
In seconds, we were fucking. As I hunched into her, I murmured, “You promise to take lots of video?”
“Oodles,” she sighed, her eyes half closed with rising lust, “oh, babe, I’m going to be such a bad girl down there, in Puerto Vallarta—I promise!”
****
Their flight left at eight in the morning that Thursday, and it was supposed to take just under three hours for the small jet to reach their destination. The time difference between that part of Mexico and Los Angeles is two hours; that meant they would be arriving there at one o’clock local time, if all went as scheduled.
So I wasn’t expecting any texts or phone calls from Michelle until at least eleven, my time. One still photo, however, came in at nine-thirty, and it was a beauty!
Ed was obviously holding the cell phone out away from his body with his left hand, shooting downward. He’d captured Michelle in mid-head bob over his big cock, with the porthole window of the plane right next to him!
It wasn’t the only one he sent me. The whole blowjob was eventually transmitted to my phone.
I had taken all my clothes off—the kids having been safely delivered to my folks’ house last evening and I having told the office that I wouldn’t be coming into work that day until around noon—and I was lying on our bed, stroking my hard on as the lewd pictures kept drifting in. I glanced up at the top of our dresser as I languidly beat off, while I watching my wife suck another man’s cock, and I saw her wedding and engagement rings gleaming there.
“Oh, God, Michelle, you’re so fucking sexy and you’re such a fucking slut!” I moaned out the words just as I got the photo of Ed spunking her mouth. My own jism started to spurt up into the air as I glanced from my phone’s screen to the rings and back again.
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