After a few long trips away, you’d finally given in to the temptation of finding someone to fuck you while I’m away. It wasn’t hard as a straight-to-the-point tinder profile indicated exactly what you were up for. After a short screening process you’d selected a guy that was cute enough and the two of you were on the same page for an arrangement. You liked the ease in which he was able to tell you what he liked and his cocky confidence. You got the sense that you weren’t the first wife looking for a side fuck.

Over successive trips of mine you got to love the way he fucked you more and more. It was always at his place and not far off your commute home meaning you could leave school and get a hard and fast pounding on the way home. For now you’d kept it to yourself that you’d found someone to screw but at the right time you’d tell me. Whilst you still missed me while I was away, you were happy to have me satisfy you with a nice long pussy licking, given you were regularly getting fucked by your new friend. As I’d be lapping at your pussy, you’d be imagining him thrusting into you with the urgency of quick fuck on the way home. Invariably you’d be thinking about the last time you’d gone over to fuck him, cumming on my tongue at the same time you’d be replaying the moment he’d be filling your pussy with his cum. Most of time when you visited him, he’d barely let you get undressed and only once had you made it to his bed. The last time you went over, he opened the door and pushed you up against the wall to start kissing. You’d worn a dress that day that he pushed up around your waist with your underwear just pushed to the side. He’d held you up by your thighs, your legs dangling limply as he fucked you on the spot. It was perfect, you didn’t want anything more and he was happy to give you just what you wanted.

After a couple of longer trips of mine you’d gotten into a habit of seeing him a few times most weeks. After I’d been home for a little while and you were on holidays, you were out of your normal routine and were getting fidgety for his cock. You were finding other ways you could catch up with him including random shopping trips and catching up with other people. I never really noticed but my standard fantasy of you finding excuses to duck out so you could fuck another guy were always tweaking.

Sex for us was generally a combination of me licking your pussy, you jerking me off while licking my nipples or if you’d let me fuck you you’d be telling me to cum on your pussy and lick it off afterwards. This extended to your feet, sandals or little socks. I was pretty happy with the arrangement but was mildly curious as to you being less wanting me fuck you hard and cum inside you.

One time after you’d ducked out to ‘fill the car while petrol was cheap’ you asked me to lick your pussy. To my surprise you were wearing lacy undies from Victoria Secret that I’d bought you on an overseas trip. I also noticed that you were wetter and tangier than usual and it reminded me of how you tasted after I’d being fucking you.

I kept thinking about it after and how you’d sometimes come home and go straight to the bathroom and come out changed. I decided that since you liked spontaneous fucks that I’d jump you as soon as you came home the next day. I spent the day turned on and my heart beating hard. My cock had been drooling all day and had made quite a mess. I’d resisted the urge to touch myself knowing that it would not take me much to cum. I heard the garage door open around 6:30pm and you drive in. I was waiting in the lounge room and you looked a little surprised to see me right there. I didn’t say a word, I just pushed you up against the wall and shoved my tongue down your throat. You moaned back and my hand quickly pulled up your dress to your underwear. I roughly massaged the crotch of your pants and I could feel they were already wet. I shoved my hand inside my fingers slid against the sodden crotch and up against your wet pussy. It was definitely not all you as when I tasted my fingers it was not just the usual flavour of you. You’ree eyes went wide and you knew you’d been sprung but you also wanted to stay in control of the situation. “Clothes off and on the bed now” I tore off my clothes and laid down on the bed, my cock hard against my tummy. You walked in nude and wordlessly slid your pussy over my face, facing my feet. “You always wanted to clean my pussy, so here’s your chance.” You haven’t owned up to anything yet but all the evidence is there. I could see your puffy pussy lips and the traces of his cum inside you.

I gripped your arse cheeks and sunk my face into your pussy, voraciously licking you while you moved your hips up and down across my face. Pushing your ass into my face, you grip the base of my cock. You don’t jerk me off, instead you turn back and tell “can you taste him? He came in me twice” you get a muffled grunt from me and my hips start jerking at the thought of you taking two load loads of cum from your friend. I begin to just concentrate on your clit and you can feel yourself heading down that one way road. You push your hips back harder onto my face and hold your breath. I suddenly feel you release your tension and your pussy gets even wetter and you begin to cum while grinding against my mouth. As you cum, the final deeper drops of his cum convulse from your pussy into my mouth. Spontaneously, my cock erupts a fountain of cum, coating the back of your hand.