My now ex-wife came home one night freshly fucked and dripping with spunk after a chance meeting with her massively endowed childhood sweetheart (9 inches).
This situation had been our pillow talk very often but I never ever thought it would happen. Meeting up with him and having a few drinks, they ended up in bed and fucking. She sobered up and came home saying sorry and begged me to forgive her.
I was initially gutted that she'd cheated on me, but it took me less than 10 minutes to overcome the shock and peel her swollen labia apart and stare in awe at her spunk filled pink hole as she lay there not knowing what was to come next.
What was to come next was, that within seconds of peeling her swollen pussy lips apart it would be having its first ever double spunking and I'd be having my first ever slippery seconds.
This was a few years ago now and was the beginning of an episode of frantic fucking and dirty fantasies being lived out for us when my then wife would meet her ex (supposedly) in secret on probably a dozen occasions over the next 7 years.
It was never done without prior agreement after the first meeting and every time it happened thereafter we always said it would be the last time, but it wasn't. It was always arranged for a night when I was supposed to be away from home or on night shift, and always about a week ahead to allow us cooling off time in case any of us changed our minds. We never did.
We were fortunate in the respect that he was discrete and a bit fearful of the consequences for both his relationship and hers. They usually met at his mother’s house as she lived alone and worked in the local hotel until close on twelve, leaving her house free and safe.
When arrangements were in place we'd fuck three or four times a day in the build up until the day before the actual meeting. On the day itself the atmosphere would be electric, and my wife's pussy would be permanently wet and tingling and my cock permanently hard.
The joy of bathing together and the ritual of me shaving her pussy before the event used to have us struggling to resist a quick fuck, but we managed because we knew we'd reap the rewards later.
Helping my wife dress too was a major turn on as the clock ticked down. That last kiss and last feel of her pussy and seeing her cheeks flushed as she left signalled the point of no return.
She was usually away for about four hours, and it would be two good fucks and a blow job last to finish before she would return home to recount the nights events to me in vivid detail.
The anxiety and feelings of lust as I waited for her return would multiply over and over as I lay on the couch naked and imagined step by step how it would be unfolding. She would return just after eleven and stand in the middle of the dimly lit room with not a word spoken, then slowly undress while keeping her eyes fixed on mine with a beaming sexy smile on her face that seemed to be reserved only for those occasions.
The first words spoken were always the same after she had undressed. She would walk over naked and stand before me and look me in the eye and say, "I've been a bad girl, do you want to see how bad?" As she spoke those words she would slightly open her legs and peel her swollen labia open to show me the silky juices coating her shaved pussy as the smell of raw sex filled the room. It was awesome!
That first kiss and the bittersweet taste of cock in her mouth and on her breath would fill my senses to overload. By now we'd be standing face to face forcing our tongues inside each other’s mouths as I stroked her bum cheeks with one hand felt her cunt with the other as she gripped my throbbing cock.
The next thing was always the camera and the recounting of the nights events by my wife as she held her pussy open for a good spunky close up and some full frontal shots. After kissing all round her hole and an occasional tentative lick and dip with my fingers, I'd sit on the couch, and she'd straddle me face to face and tell me how many times she'd came and how she loved his big cock and him squirting his cum inside her hole.
We'd both be looking down at her cunt as she half inserted my cock in her swollen pussy and coated it with their mixed juices. She would then almost immediately climax as she lowered her weight and took my cock fully inside. After that first quick cum her ritual was to get on the floor on her knees between my open legs as I sat back and watched her lick his cum from my cock.
She loved holding my cock and gently licking it and would always be saying things like "look at your cock all wet with his spunk baby, look at your wife licking his spunk, do you like me riding his massive cock and letting him spunk in your wife's pussy, do you like tasting his cock when we kiss". To hear those words as your wife licks her ex's spunk from your rigid cock is mind blowing and I'd be begging her to let me fuck her.
She would then usually lie back in the missionary and hold her pussy wide open and tell me to fuck her as she kept up the commentary of how filthy we both were. When her pussy was double loaded with spunk we'd take more camera shots as these ones were our favourites and the ones we'd look at over later.
We would then fuck throughout the night and in the morning and put off bathing for as long as possible to prolong the experience and admire her puffy wet spunk filled pussy. Like I said, we'd usually say that was an end to it, but within 6-8 months and psyching up over the photos we'd be planning for the next time.
The thing is, we fell out of love and living together we divorced. But we still fuck. Her new husband has plenty of money and she lives the easy life but doesn’t get the sex that we had. I only have to give her a call and she makes herself available for a good fucking.
She has even timed it so that she has just been fucked on the rare occasions by her now husband. He is a once a week man where she really would like it 7 times a week. Don’t know if she is fucking someone else other than me and don’t care.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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