I’ve always had a fondness for fucking a married woman.
Something about having something what supposedly belongs to someone else. The act of ejaculating my essence into another man’s wife is satisfying.
Maybe it’s the taboo aspect of it.
I met Frieda in my regular bar on a Saturday around noon. She was there with her husband, but while he talked with some people she was admiring me openly and made no bones about liking what she saw.
I lived only five minutes away, so I asked her if she’d like to come to my place where she could see all of me that she wanted. She smiled and agreed.
Within thirty minutes we were at my place, and I was deep inside of her.
We lay on the floor of my living room both naked from the waist down. Frieda was moaning and crying in pleasure.
As our tempo increased and I knew I would cum soon, she started to beg me to cum deep inside of her. When my time came, I thrust deeply and grunted as I spurted deep inside of her.
As we lay there in the afterglow of our lovemaking, I asked what she told her husband when she left with me. She said she just told him we were going to be gone for a while and that he knew what we were doing.
I was surprised at that, but she just laughed and said that the only thing that he might get upset about is that he didn’t get to watch. I must have looked dumbfounded because she laughed again.
“He likes to watch me. Usually it’s just with his friends who we know. So it stays pretty safe.”
So I asked her if we should go get her husband and come back for an encore.
A little while later, Frieda and Gary were in my living room. I told Gary to make himself at home while Frieda and I fucked on the floor.
He grinned and nodded. So Frieda proceeded to give me a nice slow blow job while her husband sat on a chair. He had removed his penis and was stroking it.
Finally Frieda and I were fucking on the floor. Me stroking in and out of her slowly, then more quickly. We were both groaning and I would look up at Gary occasionally.
He was absorbed in watching and masturbating. Finally I came again, deeply in Frieda, grunting with each squirt of semen. I liked that Gary was there to witness me grunting as I bred his wife.
Finally when I got up, Gary took a turn. First he cleaned her with his mouth and then slipped into her. He seemed to enjoy tasting the evidence of his cuckoldry and feeling the sloppy seconds.
I must admit I enjoyed fucking Frieda more than watching her fuck her husband.
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