I married my wife soon after she graduated from high school. She is a very sexy little thing. 5’3″, 120 pounds. Her breasts are 34C. We were so crazy about each other. When we first got married we usually had sex about ten times per week. She even made me a scrapbook with sexy pictures of her for my pleasure.

So you could probably imagine the heartbreak I felt when she didn’t come home one Friday night. Instead, she showed up the next afternoon. I was so happy that she didn’t leave me. But things got hard Sunday evening. She said we needed to talk. I asked if everything was ok.

Then she spilled it. “I slept with someone.”

“What??? Who?”, I asked?

I was so mad that I felt like punching her in the face. How could my precious, loving wife do this to me? I wanted to be her one and only. Forever.

I jumped in my truck and drove off. I was SO mad!

But something strange was happening to me. I was ROCK HARD! I couldn’t believe how I felt. I wanted every detail and I wanted to fuck her now more than ever. I whipped a u turn and got back to the house.

When I got back, she was sitting on our bed crying. I walked over to her and said. “It’s okay, honey. I am jealous, but I love you and I want to be with you.”

“I will do anything to make it up to you.” she said.

“Anything?”, I asked.

She assured me. “Anything.”

I couldn’t believe what came out of my mouth next. “I want to do everything that you two did.”

Reluctantly she said okay.

“Put on what you were wearing” I said.

She quickly changed into a black under shirt with the small straps that showed off her beautiful tits. No bra. Tiny black shorts that look kind of like volleyball shorts.

“Which panties did you have on?” I asked. “Because I want to see and do everything exactly like he did.”

“Um… promise not to get angry.” She said quietly.

I knew it. She wore my favorite black and red thong that drove me crazy. How could she?

“I didn’t have panties on” she said.

Oh my god. I was so pissed, but I was SO hard, too.

“So let’s get started.” I said.

She motioned for me to sit beside her on the bed. She started kissing me. She asked if I really wanted to do this. I put her hand on my cock and when she felt just how stiff I was, she was convinced.

“Rub my pussy.” She demanded. I guess I had always done it wrong because she grabbed my hand and pressed it firmly against her clit and move my hand in a small circle and said “like this.”

“Kiss my neck.” She said as she began unzipping my jeans. She was stroking my boner and she told me to start paying with her titties. I started to lift her shirt when she stopped me and said. “He did it through my shirt first”

After a minute or so, she pulled my pants the rest of the way off. She pushed me on my back and took all of my 7 inches into her mouth. Again I felt this incredible mixture of jealous rage and throbbing erection. As much sex as we have she usually didn’t like sucking my cock. But she did for several minutes and I was about to burst.

She stopped and said that it was my turn to do it to her.

“Yank my shorts off and dive in!” she instructed.

I loved her pussy so much and I loved tasting it and being near it or with it. I licked her sweet little pussy up and down like I always had. I was doing that wrong, too.

“The clit, honey. Lick my clit. Suck on it. Move your tongue faster.”

I was so mad and so hard. I knew she loved the way her guy ate her.

The next thing she told me to do was to get beside her and take off her shirt. Her nipples could have cut glass. “Suck.” she said. “Harder!” she demanded. Then she added, “finger me”.

She was getting so excited. I knew she was thinking about the other guy. I will probably repeat this ten times in this story, but I was SO mad and SO hard.

“Fuck me!!”, she urged. “Oh yeah. That’s it!! Harder!!!”

I was about to cum in her and she knew it.

She said, “You can’t stop. Even if you cum. He wasn’t done yet. We still have other stuff to do.”

In a rage, I unloaded my wad in her tiny pussy. As I began pulling out she got me in a death grip bear hug and said. “He’s not done.”

“But honey…” I said.

“Just keep fucking me. Just like Keith did.” she insisted.

My anger seemed to bring new life to my penis. I was hard again and started pounding her sticky twat. Then she moved me onto my back and mounted me. Her awesome tits bouncing in front of me. I was upset that I wasn’t the only one who got this view like I had planned.
“Grab them… squeeze. Harder!”

I always thought she preferred me to be easy. Now she wanted me to be rough.

She dismounted and put my cock in her mouth again. She had only done this a couple of times to me before. I knew that thinking of Keith was getting her going.

After a few minutes she licked my tip and moved into doggystyle position. “I want you to fuck me harder than you have ever fucked me!”

I pounded away like there was no tomorrow. Finally, I gave her the orgasm she had been wanting. Her hot, creamy juices poured out and got all over my junk.

“It’s okay for you to cum now.” she said.

I blew my hot load deep in her pussy.

“You let him cum in your pussy?” I asked.

“It’s okay.” she assured me. Then added, “He got fixed after he and his wife had their fourth kid.”

“He’s married???” I asked.

And with an evil little grin she nodded.

As we lay together in bed I mustered up the courage and finally told Nicole what was on my mind.

“Honey.”

“Yes?”

“I want to watch you fuck!”

“That’s weird”, she said condescendingly.

Then after about a minute she added… “We’ll see…”

to be continued…

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