What Else Could She Be Waiting For??? Hmmm

Her ‘bull’. I guess that’s the word for the man who has been fucking my wife every so often for the last year. She comes home glowing with satisfaction but it’s also somehow relit the fire in our sex life so it is with a mixture of curiosity, excitement and tension that I wait for him to arrive. “He’s here”, she says as she sees his car arrive. “Look, Honey,” she says, “I have to warn you. I’m ‘different’ with him than I with you.”

Answering the door in her sexiest silk lingerie she lets him in. He is big and black, his presence is primal and intensely physical. He nods to me and I sit in a chair as he takes my wife in his strong arms and presses his lips to hers. I feel a knot of arousal and jealousy forming in my stomach as their tongues lash at each other and their hands roam over each other’s bodies.

He turns her so that she is facing me. Her face is filled with lust and need as she grinds her arse against his crotch. His large hands slip beneath her bra as he cups her breasts eliciting deep hungry moans and bringing her nipples to stiff, hard attention. “What do you want” he whispers, loudly enough for me to hear, in her ear. “Your cock”  she answers hungrily. “Take it” he says.

The knot in my stomach tightens as I watch my wife turn and fall to her knees in front of another man, her fingers fumbling excitedly at the fastenings of his pants before pulling them down and revealing his cock. It is thick and black, an inch or so longer than mine, and she begins to make love to it with her mouth, her lips and tongue moving on his hardening shaft until it stands proudly erect . She glances at me before opening her mouth wide and taking his dark head in.

She sucks this other man’s cock for minutes that seem like hours as he grunts with pleasure and tells my wife what a great little cocksucker she is. At length he raises her to her feet then bends her over the settee, her face toward mine. He is behind her, teasing her entrance. “Beg me for it” he grunts and I feel myself becoming intensely aroused as she cries out, “PLEEASE! Please FUCK ME!” He penetrates her and I can’t close me eyes as he sinks deep into my wife’s pussy, every inch of his shaft reflected in my wife’s face.

He fucks her fiercely and primally and the room is filled with the sounds of her moans and cries, of his groin slapping against her and with the musky heady odours of sex. I look on unable to speak or move as another man pounds into my wife’s pussy making her pant and quiver with pleasure. After what seems like forever I can tell she is close. He reaches forward and bunches her hair in his hand, pulling it so that I can see her face. He slaps her arse. “What are you?” he grunts. “A cheap little SLUT” she answers, her breath loud and fast. Another slap on her arse. “Louder!” he commands. “So your husband  can hear.” With a wail she cries  out, “A cheap nasty WHORE”. Her body shakes as wave after wave of orgasm surges through my wife’s body. He withdraws, urges her again to her knees his cock in his hand. Panting he propels his first rope of cum onto my wife’s face and hair then she takes him in her mouth again and she swallows the rest of his seed.

Later he is gone. I sit on the settee. She comes in, showered, cleaned and wearing a red satin nightgown. She sits me and snuggles in close. “You OK?” she asks. I think for a moment then ask. “Do you want me to be more like that?” She smiles. “No!  That’s the point! Sex with you is brilliant. It’s warm and tender and beautiful. He brings out just a part of me that sometimes needs released. You make love to the whole of me. That’s what I really need.” She nuzzles in close and whispers in my ear, “Right now”