Tonight I am home alone, Sarah is out with her lover Dave and so I pour myself a drink and sit at the computer. Well actually I have had a few drinks by now and as I relax, my mind wonders to those early days in our relationship. It was my fault really, one afternoon Sarah had called to say she was dropping over to see an old boyfriend at his work. I had jokingly asked Sarah at the time if she was planning to fuck him and in return she had laughingly said maybe, telling me how John had always been good in the sex department. I knew at the time we were just teasing each other of course.
That night we had caught up in the city and after dinner as we sat in a pub in the city, I recall how Sarah had asked me was I serious about her fucking her ex boyfriend. I’d had downed a few drinks by then so in bravado had replied, “Of course I was, would you be game?” I thought I has seen Sarah’s eyes glaze over for a moment but then I recall how she had laughed off my comments telling told me not to be silly.
Later that evening as we had danced on the darkened dance floor Sarah had gotten really close to me and as we moved to the music had grabbed my hand and placed it under her skirt. I was shocked, because she had no knickers on and all I had felt was how wet she was. Sarah had spoken into my ear, telling me how she had taken them off in that bathroom and that they were now in her purse.
We had danced close for a while, me fingering her extremely wet pussy as Sarah laid her head upon my shoulder. As I felt her wetness I remembered how I knew she was close to cumming and how I had spoken to her, asking if she had wanted to go somewhere private. I recall she had looked at me, eyes glazed over and as I continued to finger her she had told me that she wanted to cum on my hand right where we were.
I remember how at the time I had felt Sarah near orgasm and so I stopped fingering her and just pushed my finger against the front wall of her vagina, against what I knew was her g-spot. As I squeezed my palm into her vagina, applying internal pressure on my finger I asked what had gotten her so excited. At this Sarah had cried out and started to cum and as I held her, more to stop you falling over than anything else, I heard her tell me that she had been imagining that her ex boyfriend had fucked her that afternoon and that what I had imagined was her natural wetness was in fact the remains of his orgasm.
We had headed home soon after and Sarah had fallen l asleep in the car so I did not really get the chance to discuss the matter further. The next morning she did not mention the matter again so I refrained from bringing it up. Later that day she did bring it up however, asked me again whether I was joking or not. I don’t know why, but I could not help myself and so at the time I had said that I was not joking and that I’d love to have her fuck other guys. I remember how I had found myself excited when I said this. Of course I recall at the time thinking we were just joking around again anyway, however a couple of weeks after that night I had started to wonder whether the night before had been a fantasy or was her wetness that of her ex boyfriend.
The event which caused me to think that was on a particular day when I had come home early, deciding to work from our home office. I was working away when I had heard the front door open. The office door was shut and I was about to call out to you when I heard a voice which was not Sarah’s. In curiosity I had remained quiet and at the time I had strained to hear what was happening. For a moment I recall hearing nothing but then I realised what I was hearing was actually the sounds of passionate kissing.
At the time I was shocked, yet seemingly frozen to the spot. I had listened intently, trying to get myself back under control. I heard Sarah speak, saying, “Daman let’s go to the back room”. Daman! I recall thinking. His name had sounded familiar and I had realised that he was one of her workmates. At the time she had walked past the door and I had hold my breath, straining to hear yet wanting to remain quiet. As she had moved to the spare bedroom I had remove all my clothes, careful not to alert them both to the fact I was at home.
I recalled hear the springs of the bed as they had no doubt lain upon it. I had used the sound to mask the sound of myself cracking open the door to the office a little, so that I may better hear the sounds of what I think will be Sarah’s wild lovemaking. I recall laying there, shocked yet never the less laying there naked with my cock in my hand. As I had listened I had heard the sounds of sucking and Sarah's voice saying, “now suck my other breast Daman”. Further sucking noises occurred for some time until I heard Sarah moaning and saying, “God I love it when you lick my pussy lover, I love being a decadent slut for you darling!”
I heard Daman grunting as he, no doubt, got further turned on and I can hear the sounds of my wife’s wetness as I stroked my rock hard penis. Soon I heard Sarah say, “It’s my turn” and the sound of movement as I imagine Daman moving to lay on his back. For a while I hear small murmurs then I hear Daman telling Sarah how great she gave head, how deep she was going and how much he loves her plunging down onto his hard cock.
I am drawn back to the present and as I take a sip of my drink I reflect, imagining myself sucking on a guy’s cock. I have done this act so many times in recent years and each time it has been a great experience. I feel such a sense of power when I hold a man’s cock deep in my mouth, feeling it grow as I suck on it. It has become such a turn on for me. I love it when a guy cums, spurting his seed into my mouth, feeling the warmth and stickiness of the cum as it slides down my throat.
I bring myself back to my recollection of that afternoon all those years ago, of how I had heard Daman groaning louder and then the sound of Sarah’s voice as she told him to slow down so that he did not cum before she could fuck him. Soon I heard the bed move and imagine that they were moving into the 69 position. This was confirmed moments later when I hear the sounds of slurping, sucking, wetness and both voices intermingled with moaning. This went on for some time and then I heard Sarah groaning loudly as she started to cum over and over.
I heard as Daman called out to her, “I love it when I make you cum you decadent slut”. For a moment things go quiet and the only sound is my hand as I stroke my hard cock, drawing my hand up my shaft, squeezing hard as I near the helmet and then drawing it back down. Again I hear movement and the sound of Sarah telling Daman that she wanted him to fuck her and fuck her long and hard. My cock remains rigid and at the time I struggled not to cum when I heard what Sarah had said. I knew now for sure my wife was about to fuck another man, in our home and whilst I knew I should have been angry I found myself so turned on.
Further noises had followed and I had heard the sounds of the slapping of pelvises hitting as Daman, no doubt, plunged his cock into my wife’s pussy. From the sounds I knew he was really giving it to her. By now Sarah was crying out loudly, no doubt in ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm come over her. Soon I heard the voice of Daman tell her he is close to cumming and Sarah cried out breathlessly, telling him that she wanted him to cum over her face and in her mouth. The sound of more sucking followed and I imagined that she was sucking him to bring him to the edge. Then I heard the sound of Daman groan, followed by Sarah’s own squeal of delight and I knew Daman had unloaded his cum and that it was now hitting my wife’s face and going into her mouth. The mouth she would kiss me with later no doubt. I had wondered how I would react when she next kissed me, knowing someone else’s cum was already there in her mouth.
Drawn back again I recalled how I had thought about how much Sarah savours this moment, when the feeling of hot cum goes into her mouth and she moves her tongue, ensuring she could capture as much of the unique taste of the cum as she can. Soon the sounds I hear become the feverish sounds of sucking as I imagine Sarah frantically seeking to drain every drop from what I imagined was now Daman’s spent cock. I heard him at the time murmuring how Sarah always blew him away with her sexuality. I recall being shocked, ‘Always blew him away.’ Clearly this was not a first time!
For a while I hear silence again, followed by talking and the occasional sound and I imagine Sarah stroking Daman’s cock. I had heard more sounds of movement and then Daman had started to groan and I imagine that Sarah was once again taking his cock into her slut mouth. She seemed to suck him for what seems like an eternity, certainly far longer than she had ever sucked mine. After maybe 10 minutes I hear Daman tell Sarah that he wants her to sit on him and I had heard the sounds as she had no doubt climb on top of him.
Then I had heard the bed moving again and I had heard Sarah groaning. I imagined his cock was now entering her pussy again, each time that Sarah lowered herself onto him. For a while I recall how all I had heard was the sounds of slapping again. I imagined that Sarah was driving herself down onto his cock and that he was raising his hips to meet her downward thrusts, no doubt getting maximum penetration into my wife’s vagina. Soon Sarah was moaning louder and louder and I recall being thankful that it was daytime or otherwise our neighbours would have heard them both. Their bodies were thrashing together and soon the sounds of them both cumming filled my mind and I have to stop stroking myself for fear of cumming.
Later after they have rested, at which time I have quietly re-closed the office door. I had heard Daman taking a shower and Sarah declining to join him when he asked, Sarah telling him that she wanted to feel his cum inside her decedent body when I get home. I heard Daman laugh at that, saying that he would love to be a fly on the wall when I got home. Soon after he had dressed and left and when the front door closed I heard Sarah walking back towards our room. I imagined she was going to clean up the room before I got home, to hide the evidence of the goings on.
As she had walked up the hallway I had heard her pause outside the door to the office. I had held my breath for fear of being discovered only to hear Sarah call out, “Did you enjoy that darling?” I was shocked and embarrassed to be discovered as Sarah opened the door, her standing there naked and flushed before me. I recall how she had looked down at me, seeing me also naked on the floor and with my swollen cock still in my hand. Before I could say a word she had said, “So it’s true, you do get turned on with me fucking other men?”
I had looked up at her at the time and just nodded, asking her how she knew I was there. Sarah informed me that she had rung my work and they told her that I had left early, saying I was going to work from home. She had said to me at the time that she had then decided to use the opportunity to surprise me and to bring into the open the fact that she had a number of lovers on the side. I remember being shocked when I had heard that, more so because I knew how stupid I had been not to realise. I recall thinking about the night at the pub a few weeks prior and knowing then that it was actually her ex’s cum I had been fingering around inside her.
Before I could say anything Sarah had gotten onto her knees and taken my hardened cock into her mouth. My cock was very sensitive from my prior wanking and my body started to tremble as I thought of the events which have just occurred and the facts I had just uncovered. I remember that I had been very close to orgasm when Sarah had stopped and rolled me over. As she had lowered her onto me I recall how she had looked down on me, smiling as she had asked me to tell her how her pussy felt, knowing Daman’s cum was already there. At that I recall how I had let out a load groan, my orgasm spurting in to join that of her lovers.
I recall my mind was blown away at the vents that had unfolded. I was filled with joy at the girl I have now met. My loving wife had now revealed to me a side to her that was pure lustful decadence. Later, after we had rested, she had introduced me to what has since become a favourite joy of mine. She had held my head between her thighs and had instructed me to relax and lick the wetness from her abused pussy. At first I had tried to resist but after a tentative lick I had soon become addicted to the taste of cum and I had happily slurped away until she was clean.
Drawn back to the present I wonder whether Sarah would bring me a load of cum home tonight. Of late she had progressed to multiple lovers on the nights she has gone out and I was finding there was more than enough cum flowing from her pussy to satisfy my needs. On occasion of late she would even bring a lover home at the end of her evening and it was often on those occasions when I would be tasked to serve, preparing her lover for each round by sucking him to hardness, then being asked to kneel and watch whilst the guy fucked my wife over and over. I took another sip of my drink as I did I heard to key turn in the lock. I heard the sound of voices and I smiled, for it looked like I was in for a busy night!
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