I sat back down and took my semi erect cock in my hand, not too sure where this was going, keeping an eye out for exactly what my wife was doing. Waiting for some kind of wrath to be unleashed. But it didn’t come. She slowly moved up beside my chair, her eyes locked on to the gay porn on screen. One hand was still rubbing a breast through her dress, the other had now lifted up her maxi dress and was now making its way into her pants. My mind had completely flipped from the hard cocks on screen to the sight of my wife now mastirbating. Once she was standing beside me, I could smell she’d been drinking; one of the few ways she can really drop her guard and often gets very horny.
I started tugging at my cock again, alternating between watching porn and watching my wife’s motions. The hand she had down her pants was working harder and harder with each stroke, as if her inhibitions were lowering exponentially as she rubbed her clit. Eventually she looked down at my cock, not making eye contact with me but just locked onto my hand stroking my shaft. With pride I pushed my cock a little harder, making sure a good amount of length was being presented to her for viewing with each stroke. Imagining her lusting after my dick. That it was my cock she was fantasising about having inside her, filling her up.
After a few minutes (that seemed like an hour), she lifted her dress up over her head and took off her undies, leaving her bra on, and spun to rest her ass up against the desk, lifting her heels up to perch her bum on the edge. I love the way her ass spreads out when she sits; the sight of her ample cheeks melting into a seat and how they taper into those great thighs of hers. She had on one of my favorite bras: not a lacy one or something fancy, it was quite ordinary but had a cut to it and was just a tad small on the cup size that her boobs weren’t quite contained by it. I always got hard when I saw it on her and now it was working overtime. Her breasts jiggled as she shuffled to get positioned on the desk. Her hard nipples clearly visible through the material and the tops of her areolas peeking out over the top edge.
But her focus was on her crotch. She lifted up one leg and put her foot on the arm of my chair without missing a beat of stroking her pussy. “Do you still want this?”, she said. I nodded silently. “You want to fuck me?”. She was working herself up with her own words, her strokes getting harder with each question. “I want your cunt.”, I replied, my voice shaky as I was getting closer to cumming. I stared at her now very wet labia being twisted and flicked as her fingers franticly rubbed up and down, her hand looking like it was trying to rub every part of her at once.
“I don’t think you do. I think you want a cock. I think you want a big, hard cock in your mouth. I think you want to suck on a penis and squeeze ass cheeks while your mouth gets fucked.”. I was shocked at the words coming from my wife’s mouth, but I was so turned on. “You want to get fucked by a huge cock, don’t you? You want a cock inside you, fucking you hard and a cock in your mouth so you can taste another guy.”. I didn’t respond, instead just closing my eyes and imagining it, almost in admission to my wife that that’s what I’d like to have right now; I’d like a cock in my ass, the head of his penis pressing against my prostate while his thick shaft stretched my asshole as he slid in and out. Another one in my face, balls slapping against my chin as his cock pushed further down my throat as I took an ass cheek in each hand and squeezed them tight.
My wife’s words, the images in my mind, were both too much and I could feel I was past the point of no return. “I want a hard cock in me!”, I screamed and with that felt the rush of cum erupt from my balls and out the end of my cock. I felt load after load of cum splash onto my stomach. In the peak of cumming, I could hear the guttural groan my wife makes when she cums hard, her hand stopped rubbing her cunt, her legs closed and she struggled to stay perched on the desk as an orgasm ripped through her. We both rode wave after wave of pleasure, finally catching our collective breath and coming out of the haze of orgasm.
I looked up at her, my cock now softening in my hand, covered in semen. She stood up and away from the desk, her pussy red and the inside of her thighs dripping wet. Her legs slightly parted in a power kind of stance. She looked me in the eye, down at the mess I’d made and back at my face. She knew what she’d caught me doing. She now knew what I wanted. And she knew I’d now seen something in her she’d kept hidden. And with that, she walked out of the room.
Maybe this had been a one off? Maybe she was too drunk to remember this? But I knew they were excuses I was making to try and get the genie back in the bottle. From here on out, I knew things were going to be quite different.
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