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She took him easily, swallowing nearly all of him without so much as a cough. His groans grew louder as she sucked him, and I held myself against the wall to keep from falling. As I watched, I was sure he would come soon. There was no way any man could last long with my wife’s mouth on him, but somehow he held back until once more he pulled her to him and kissed her again. This time he pulled her onto her lap and I found myself holding my breath. “What are you doing?” she whispered as he grabbed her ass, pushing her panties to one side in the process. “What do you think?” he asked, holding his cock tightly in his other hand. “Are you serious? I thought we were just having a little fun. A tiny reunion.” “Are you saying you don’t want me, Claire? I know you remember what it was like, and don’t tell me you don’t miss it.” “Of course I miss it, but I’m married and he’s upstairs.” Her voice betrayed her words, and as he began to rub the head of his cock against her, she moaned his name quietly. “We shouldn’t,” she said, making no effort to move. “We don’t even have a condom.” “We never used them before,” he said, shifting her up so he could hold himself at her entrance. “But it’s up to you. All you have to do is move.” “That’s not fair,” she said rubbing against his head until it was slick with her excitement. “Tell me you don’t want it,” he said, both hands moving to her breasts as he kissed her neck and pulled gently on her hair. “Tell me you don’t want to fuck me.” “We shouldn’t,” she said, lowering herself onto him. He was only halfway inside her, but it was all her doing. I watched in awe as she took more, kissing his mouth and then telling him again they should stop. “You have to pull out,” she finally said, sinking onto him completely, his big cock buried inside her. “Oh god, that feels good. I’ve missed you so much.” “There’s my good girl,” he said, grabbing her ass again and starting to move. He held her tightly as he began fucking her, and when she wrapped her arms around him I could no longer hear her words. His fingers dug into her skin and she rode him harder and faster, and I could tell she wasn’t going to last long. “On my stomach,” she told him. He dutifully helped her up before she lay down on the couch facing me. I slid to one side as I heard her cry out again. When I finally peeked, he was back inside her, fucking her as he pulled her hair and pushed her into the couch. Claire arched her back, taking more of him as she began to come and I was harder than I knew was possible. “You feel so good,” she moaned, one hand between her legs as she came. “So fucking good.” “I’ve missed this pussy,” he moaned, his arms strong and tight as he held himself about her, pounding into her. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come soon too.” “Are you going to pull out?” she asked, and I instantly realized it was no longer a demand, but a question. “Do you still want me to?” Instead of answering, she began to push back against him as he fucked her, and then it was over. He kissed the back of her neck as he pulled her ass to him, lifting her off the couch as he buried himself within her. “Oh fuck!” he cried out as he came inside her, my wife’s eyes wide open as he filled her. “Don’t stop,” she moaned as I turned and somehow found the stairs. I climbed them slowly, trying not to make any noise, and then I quickly found our bed, my shorts left on the floor as I gripped my hard cock. As much as I wanted to come, I knew that our conversation would be drastically different if I did. I knew everything would be different the second I let go, and so I held myself back, right on the edge of release for what felt like hours. When I looked up to see her standing in the door, I didn’t stop. In fact, I pushed the blanket down so she could see me, my hand sliding up and down my length as she walked into the room. “Did you hear us?” she asked, dropping her robe to the floor. “Yes,” I moaned. “Did you see us?” I nodded as I tightened my grip and slowed down. “Is that a yes?” she asked, moving above me. “Yes!” I said, reaching up and touching her face. “Did if make you jealous?” “Yes,” I said nodding again. “And hard?” I said yes to all of her questions, but still, she didn’t touch me. When I could no longer trust myself I let go and lay there with my cock aching and precome glistening on the head. “Was it as hot as you thought it would be?” she finally asked, moving up until she was sitting on my chest. “When you told me to do it–when you told me to fuck my ex-boyfriend–did you think it would be that hot?” “No. Maybe. I’m not sure,” I said, still struggling to hold back. “And what will you do now? Now that you saw it. Now that you saw me take his big cock into me. Now that you watched him come in me. What will you do now?” “Anything,” I begged, knowing it was the truth. “Would you let me do it again? Would you let me fuck him right here on our bed as you watched?” “Yes,” I cried, watching her open her legs wider as she moved up once more. “And would you let him fuck my ass? If I wanted him to, would you watch him do that too?” “You’ve never let me…” I began, before nodding. “Yes, anything.” “I love this side of you,” she said kneeling over me until her cunt was inches from my mouth. I could see her swollen lips along with his come, coating her thighs as it left her body. “Do you want to taste me now? Do you want to kiss me where he fucked me?” Without letting me answer, she lowered herself to me, and I had it all. I licked her thighs clean before moving to her wet pussy, pulling her down hard as I thrust my tongue into her. “Oh god, he fucked me so hard,” she moaned. “I forgot how big he is.” I couldn’t speak, let alone breathe, but it didn’t matter. I was kissing my wife’s freshly fucked cunt, and nothing would ever be the same again. Tasting both of them I pictured it all over again, Claire on the couch with his cock splitting her open, and her eyes begging for more as she clenched around him. “I want you to fuck me too,” she suddenly said, moving down until I slid easily inside of her. “I want you to fuck me with his come. You feel so good. Both of you.” “You’re soaking,” I moaned, trying to hold back, but knowing it was impossible. “He came so much. And I was wet before he even started. I’ve been wet since you told me to do it. I love you.” “I love you too!” I cried, feeling myself let go, coming inside my wife as she held my face in her hands and kissed me. Again and again, I felt my release, and even as the jealousy swarmed me, I knew it was true. “Are you okay?” she finally asked, slowing down, but letting me stay within her. “I think so.” “It was a lot.” “So much.” “I can feel you both,” she said, rolling to one side with a giggle. “I feel so fucking dirty.” “You should, you just banged two guys within five minutes of each other.” “It’s just like college,” she said, winking at me. “You’re going to kill me. God, I love you though.” She rested her arm across my chest as we breathed deeply in the cool bedroom. Her hair was in my mouth but I didn’t care. I reached down and cupped her ass, pulling her tighter. She kissed me, and I remember her mouth on him. When her hand touched me, I was already growing hard again. “Thinking about what you just saw again?” she teased. I shook my head and she raised an eyebrow at me in disbelief. “I’m thinking about that other ex of yours,” I said, only half joking. “I don’t think you could handle that one,” she said, squeezing me tighter in her hand. “He did terrible things to my body.” “Tell me everything,” I said rolling her to her back and kissing her again. “Only if you let me go downstairs again in the morning. So I can wake him up.” “Anything,” I said, sliding inside her one more time. “Just tell me.” And so she did. Fucking hot Thats hot Good story. Great wife… Too hot! Damn! Wow What a fucking hot story. -- source link
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