My wife stood before me, us, butt naked. The expression on her face was just as confused as was mine. I quickly glanced up and down her beautiful nakedness, taking note that my seed was trickling down her thighs, which made me smile to myself.
Hilda let out a belly laugh so hard her tits bounced as she high fived the girls. WTF?
They were all in on this?
My wife and I just stared at each other. No words, just blank stares. Lots to process.
What struck me was how subtly I had grown unfamiliar with the appearance of her naked body. Sex between us was stale and sporadic at best. The hot, unbridled passion between us was a distant memory.
The equalizer to this whole event was the fact that Hilda had been able to manipulate both of us into an anonymous sport fucking session. I was taken back at how much I enjoyed fucking the hell out of my wife, when I didn't know it was my wife. It was obvious she loved getting fucked hard by a total 'stranger' too. I mean, she cried and moaned as I ram fucked that cunt as brutally hard as humanly possible.
Regarding Hilda, I found newborn respect for Hilda's cunning. That wicked bitch is an evil genius.
Finally, my wife looked coldly at Hilda, then the girls, then me. She turned quietly and disappeared down the hallway. A few minutes later she returned, still naked except for her heels. With her clothes tucked under her arm, she walked past us as if we weren't there, and out the back door towards the fence that separated our yards.
I followed to as far as the back door and watched her disappear through the formerly, secret gate. I turned around to face Hilda, who sported the biggest 'gotcha' smile I've ever seen. My mind was a cocktail of blurred thoughts and emotions.
It made me wonder if maybe we had accidentally stumbled onto the missing ingredient in our relationship. Maybe anonymity was the piece of the puzzle we were searching for? You know, that raw, uninhibited fucking of someone we doubted we would ever know, or meet again. My cock twitched at the thought of perhaps there being a Round Two.
I walked past them into the hall bathroom and took a nice long piss. Several minutes, and a few splashes of cold water to the face later, I emerged and half-heartedly waved goodbye as I walked out, leaving the door open in my wake. As I walked towards the connecting gate, I could hear the three of them laughing.
When I walked through the back door, soft, classical jazz was playing throughout the house. I didn't bother calling out to her, I knew where she would be waiting. I quietly entered our bedroom and there she was, feet cuffed to the posts, legs widely parted, and sporting the hood. I presume she took it from Hilda, but I didn't bother asking.
The room smelled fresh, like a quick shower kind of fresh. I also detected the perfume I had bought her, hell, who knows when, but long ago. She was face down, legs apart, as she was at Hilda's, only hands-free though. She sensed my presence and lifted her ass into the air. My cock raged hard! I neared the bed, reaching out to inspect the cuffs, and to run my hands circle her ankles, then across the backs of her thighs. I caressed them firmly, squeezing them in the manner I trusted she remembered from long ago.
Her ass squirmed as my hands neared her cheeks, and she spread her legs wider. She knows my fondness for hairy pussy and fucking her from behind. Her cunt looked more inviting than I could remember. I tossed my clothes on the pile alongside hers and climbed in behind her. My eyes feasted on her perfect ass, her dripping wet hairy cunt, and slim waistline that perfectly fit my hands.
I ran my hands up the back of both legs and curled them around her hips. She leaned backwards into my cock. The tip found its sweet spot in the middle of her wet slit, and slid in easily. She let out a heavy sigh as I filled her cunt. She turned her head to make sure I heard her.
"Fuck me like the whore you fucked at Hilda's!"
It seemed like forever since I had heard those words from her. I held my cock buried deep, flexing it several times so she could feel my arousal, then pulled out and rammed her hot cunt as hard as I could. She cried out as I slammed her shallow walls, again, holding myself deep inside her. I slid my hand under the hood and took a fistful of hair, pulling it as she complained.
"Again," She grunted! "Fuck me!"
I pulled out and slammed her again. I watched ourselves in the mirror beside our bed. With precision, I rammed her over and over. She came quickly, squirting over me as I pulled out. Her cries were primal and innocent at the same time, and only made me that much more determined to fuck her harder and better than she had ever been fucked. Our bodies moved together like a well-oiled machine, fucking wildly until I unloaded deep inside her.
Her cunt poured with my seed as I slipped out of her grasp. I ran my fingers through it and smeared it on her asshole. Before I could nudge past her first ring of resistance, she asked me to uncuff her.
I did and she rolled to her back as she tore the hood off. Our eyes met as she pulled her knees to her chest and held them wide as I lowered myself into her. Our bodies melded into one writhing mass of slithering, hot flesh. We fucked as if it was our first time together. Her nails raked my back like hard-packed garden soil.