| Straight: Infidelity: Talking about it always helps |
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Smiling coyly, Jean said, “I thought you might enjoy me telling you about my day.” She and her husband John were nude. She reclined on the couch in the den while John sat at her feet looking up into her startling blue eyes after taking in her nakedness with what only could be described as lurid glee. Although they had been married for more than a few years and age had started to take its inevitable toll, she was still beautiful, fit and trim, and her breasts were still magnificent although now they hung there before him suspended, pendant-like, giggling and bobbing with a sensual heaviness that belied the suckling of their three now grown children. Yes, her breasts were still magnificent in their maturity, accomplished and quite experienced in their sexual role of alluring and sating his erotic desires. They were mouthwatering in fact: full, with large areolas and perky rose-colored nipples that protruded in an alluring way that begged the phrase “suck me.” Her pussy was shaven and the folds of her labia were parted slightly, revealing both a delicate pink tone of her cleft, and the lovely hood that covered her clit. Her cleft glistened with her own excitement, as she was obviously enjoying the thoughts of her day. John felt the anticipation of her telling him as his prick fluttered with a prurient interest all its own. He was not sure how much he would enjoy her tale. He only hoped it would be some illicit act or thought that she had entertained. She had always been the reserved one, and even though he had encouraged her with fantasies of threesomes, where she made love to two men at once, Jean always came most forcefully when he whispered lurid details of her sucking other men’s cocks. Following her obvious loss of control in the height of her ecstasy, she always assured him later that she would never actually do such a thing. She looked into his hazel eyes as she noted his fingers lingering on his cock, flaccid at the moment, but she knew that would change shortly. He was a handsome, mature man, and she loved him dearly for his consideration, the way he provided for her and the now grown family. Looking from his eyes, she also loved his creativity in loving her, and of course his skillful use of all his resources in making their lovemaking something any woman dreams of. He drew her out of her reverie as she gazed at his member, when he had asked her how her afternoon had gone, and she intended to tell him every intimate detail. Only she would be careful to make it sound like a fantasy she had had that afternoon instead of portraying it as though it had actually happened. It had, and she hoped he might pick up on it for all the possibilities that that portended. If he didn’t, well she still had experienced it, and was considering the future prospects of experiencing this other man again. She began her narrative thus. “Well let me see.” She paused and, pressing a playful finger to her lip, she continued. “I had been working hard all afternoon sorting books and I found an erotic picture book of sexual positions. The book had lots of pictures of naked men and women. You would have enjoyed looking at it. There were pictures of couples making love. I thumbed through it and set aside for pricing, and I felt really horny after looking at it and was thinking of you. And not to tell a lie, I had also been thinking of one of the volunteers that occasionally come in to help. Especially because of a few of the photos that showed two men with one woman. Oh that made me really hot, I mean, my pussy was really wet and I felt like I needed the vibrator that you bought me on Valentine’s Day. “I was thinking about what Mark, the volunteer, really looked like. You know, naked. I was undressing him in my mind, trying to imagine his cock. My imagination was really active after that book, and I could feel a slickness between my legs that felt really good. I was resting in the stuffed chair in the meeting room, enjoying a banana I had brought for lunch, and was about to peel it when he actually arrived. The vision of him filling the doorway as I was holding the banana, with one hand grasping it around the base and the other feeling its length, was sensual to say the least. I was very aroused by the feel of the banana and when he stepped into the doorway, I felt my pussy get even wetter. I said something dumb, like ‘Well Hi Mark, I am surprised to see you today, but am really glad you came. I need you to help me after I finish this.’ Mark noted my expression, sort of like when I am about to lick your cock, and he asked me if I liked bananas. I told him they were my favorite fruit. I said they are so long and firm and supple on the outside and so creamy and sweet on the inside. I just love licking and sucking and eating them. By now I had peeled the top of the banana and was licking the very top of it and said, ‘mmm.’ He said that he really loved the kumquat, and I laughed and asked him why to which he replied, ‘Because the inside is all pink and juicy and tangy,’ and he loved to put his tongue inside and taste it. “I replied by putting my lips over the end of the banana and sliding it in and out, acting like I was sucking a cock. I was very naughty, I know, but I just couldn’t help myself. I was so wound up that I wanted to show off and I wanted to see his cock and do things that you like me to do to yours to him. I said, ‘Yummm.’ As I slid it in and out, and I said, ‘Your tongue sounds sooo nice, I wish you had a kumquat here to show me how you do it.’ And he replied that he liked to do it to other things too, and when I asked him what sort of other things, I wet myself again when he replied, women’s pussies and in particular my pussy. “I was really hot by now and I unbuttoned my blouse so that he could see my bra, and said, ‘Oh, I’m getting too warm, that sounds wonderful,’ and then I bit the tip of the banana and smiled. He said, ‘If you show me your pussy, I will taste it for you.’ To which I was very naughty and said, ‘If you show me your banana, I’ll show you my kumquat.’ I was really hot now, and I took off my blouse and let it drop to the floor. He smiled and looked me in the eye and unfastened his button on his trouser, and unzipped his fly, and I watched him reach in and pull out his cock. He didn’t have any underwear on. He said, ‘Here is my banana, now show me your kumquat.’ I leaned forward to fondle his member and he pushed me away and repeated his request to show him my kumquat. “So, I slid my fingers beneath my jeans and unfastened my button and unzipped my fly and I hiked up my hips and slid my jeans slowly down to my thighs. I didn’t have any panties so I was exposing my pussy hair, and then to my knees so that he could see all of my pussy. I let them slide to the floor and spread my legs wide so he could look at my pussy and he looked from my eyes to my pussy. And I felt myself getting even wetter still. He was gaping at my pubic hair and my wet twat. He stood over me and I said, ‘I want you to stroke yourself for me. I love watching men masturbate while I play with myself.’ I then reached behind me and unclasped my bra and let it fall away so that he could see my breasts. “I was enthralled by his beautiful cock and asked him to take off the rest of his clothes and stand there naked so I could admire him. His cock was at least 7 inches long, circumcised, and his balls were heavy in his sack. He was not very hairy, but his hair was a light brown, like mine I thought. We were now completely naked and each of us were feasting on the other’s visage. I was now masturbating in front of him, and my labia were engorged, and my clitoris was hard and slick. Much like his cock with his pre-cum smeared over his cockhead. I reached out to touch his cockhead, and I felt his clear bead of pre-cum at the end of his cock. I tasted it and said, ‘Oh, I want to taste more of that,’ and he said that he would give me all I could ever want, and I said I doubted if he had that much, but that he could certainly try. “I reached for his cock and pulled it toward me, and he fell to his knees, and pressed his face between my spread legs. I felt his tongue and it was heavenly inside me and I let him lick me there, probing me deeper each moment. I closed my eyes and lay my head back and put my hands on his head and guided him to the spot that felt the best and then I pressed him hard, with my hips rising upward to meet his probing tongue. I came in a quivering spasm and moaned and shuddered raking my fingers through his hair. He looked up into my eyes and I said, ‘Now it is my turn, so stand over me and show me your cock.’ Doing so, I looked up into his eyes and asked him if he wanted me to suck his cock, and he said ‘Oh yes,’ so I pulled him to me. “I circled his glistening cock head with my tongue and slipped my hand under him, cupping his balls with my right hand, while stroking his cock with my left, then I felt his ass, and I couldn’t hold back any more and I took him into my mouth. I had his cock all the way to the back of my throat and locked my tongue around the base of his pulsing shaft and closed my lips around his manhood and sucked on him as I squeezed and kneaded his balls and ass. I loved the taste of him and slid back and forth on his shaft, letting him fuck my mouth. His hands were guiding me now and I could feel the pulsing of his shaft. In and out he went and I took him deeper and deeper each thrust, amazed that I had not gagged on his length. Then without warning he spurted his first load of cum on my face and I tasted his second on the tip of my tongue and his third he shot down my throat. I swallowed him and he pumped into my mouth again and again. “When he had calmed and I had licked his dick clean, I kissed his balls and began stroking his member back to life again. He was murmuring that he was sorry for cumming in my mouth and I told him I love the taste of men’s cum but that now he had to fuck me good. I gave him a hand job to keep him hard and then I rolled him on his back on the floor. I straddled him and squatted over his cock, and placing my cunt over his dick I squatted down on him and impaled my pussy in one rapid thrust. I fucked him and he reached up and fondled my flailing tits, plucking at my nipples. I was screaming with pleasure as I came a second time, and he shot his load into my throbbing cunt and I tightened my pussy around his shaft to strip him of every last ounce of his cum. “We laid there and he toyed with my heaving tits, and licked the cum off my face and nipples. We dressed and I came home as fast as I could so that I could have you eat my pussy and taste my and his cum.” Jean was playing with her snatch the whole time and John was as rigid as a fence post and he stood before her and stroked herself. Jean looked up into his loving eyes, and she began sucking his cock. He pressed her head onto his member and stuffed it deeply into her throat and then he came in her mouth. Jean swallowed his cum, knowing that he in fact knew she had actually fucked Mark, and that he would let her do it again. She masturbated for him and he watched her with pleasure and his member stiffened at the sight of her writhing beneath her kneading fingers. He then knelt between her thighs and probed her with his tongue. He licked her clean of all the cum that still remained from her afternoon with Mark. Then he had his wife get on all fours and he entered her from behind and fucked her. He fondled her flapping tits as he hammered her and she bucked back into him, eager to cum again that day. They lay there on the floor for quite a while and he asked her if she enjoyed it enough to want to do it again. Jean said, “Oh Yes.” And he presented his cock to her again for her to stroke back to life. She blurted, “Oh, I thought you meant getting fucked by two men in one afternoon.” Smiling as he stiffened, John replied. “Oh, that is exactly what I meant, and one way or the other you are both of us at the same time. We will just have to give Mark a call and see if he is game.” With his stiff cock in her hand she envisioned holding two bananas at once and smiled, as she tasted him again. And before she took him again, she said, “I already asked him and he would love to meet you. Actually, we have a date for tomorrow night if you are game.” John moaned, “I’m game, Dear, I’m game,” as he responded to her ministrations. |
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Looking forward to part two:
