You finished inside your wife, but she wasn’t finished [Str8] [FM] [cheating]

This is a fantasy my wife and I have talked about and role-played. Whenever we have sex in the morning an I go to work, she teases me about how horny she is the rest of the day. In this fantasy, she finds a way to satisfy those needs. (I am not a cuckold and don’t enjoy humiliation. This is a very specific fantasy that would never happen, but excites both of us when we role play).

My wife woke me up with her hand stroking my morning erection through my underwear. I was surprised and excited. She slipped off my boxers and said, “Mmmmmm,” her hand gripping my shaft and pulling down. She stroked for a few seconds, then teased the tip with her fingertips playing with the drop of precum that appeared. She moved her head down and licked it off, sending shivers down my spine.

She sucked on the tip for a bit, still holding the shaft tightly. I moved my hips up slightly, silently encouraging her to stroke harder and take more into her mouth. But she loosened her hand and just stroked gently, while licking and suckling the sensitive head.

She looked into my eyes and shook her head.

“You can’t cum in my mouth today. I need it inside of me.”

She lifted off her T-shirt and pulled up higher so I could lick each nipple. She shimmied out of her panties. “I had wild dreams all night,” she said. “I’m already wet for you.”

Her finger trailed down between her legs and she gently rubbed her swollen clit and moist labia. She put the finger to my lips, and I sucked it greedily. She straddled me, her wet pussy just a few inches from my cock, and she used her sticky hand to stroke it one last time before entry. She was in control. She pointed the head of my cock at her entry and slowly moved down. She moaned as the tip entered her, holding it there for a long time as I fought the instinct to thrust up and be engulfed in her wetness. She stroked her clit gently as her vagina got used to the tip, and then slid down less than an inch.

“Mmmmmmm. I love feeling the thick ridge of the head stretch me out,” she moaned, rubbing her clit faster.

I couldn’t help it, I lifted my pelvis up as far as I could. She made a surprise yelp as I was surrounded by her wetness and warmth. “You’re so impatient,” she said.

She slid up and down with gentle strokes. Every time I was close to exploding, she would slow down, just leaving the head inside of her. She rubbed her clit as she rode, and her breath was speeding up. “I’m gonna come on my cock,” she said, as her thighs began to quiver. She dropped down quickly, bottoming out and I could feel her vaginal walls convulsing around my cock. She moaned with each contraction, and she stopped sliding down, leaving me on the edge of orgasm.

As soon as she stopped shaking, I pushed her onto her back and positioned myself above her missionary style. I had held back at first, but then I thrusted fast and hard, grabbing her head and shoulders so I could get deeper.

She squeezed my ass with one hand while the other pulled on my back, encouraging me to push harder and hold her tighter. She is such a prim and proper mom next-door, but whenever she wants my cum, she talks dirty.

“Fuck me harder with my big cock. I love the way you stretch my pussy. You’re so deep. Ohhhh!”

She kissed me, and I could taste my precum on her tongue.

“Come for me. Fill me up. I love my cum,” she said.

I exploded inside her, relishing every burst and holding her tight as she encouraged me with “Mmmms” and “Oooohs.”

I held her for a while and kissed, telling her how great that felt and what a good way to start the morning. I showered and got dressed with a huge smile on my face. She was still in bed when I left, so I kissed her as she said she might stay in bed instead of going to the gym – “after that workout.” She pulled off the covers so I could see her body, and she teased me by moving her hands between her legs and gently touching her labia and clit. I could see a trail of cum leaking out of her.

“I’d love to stay, but I have to get to the office,” I said regrettably.

While I was driving to work, my cum continued leaking out of her. She reached down between her legs and moved it around with her own juices, enjoying the consistency. She rubbed a bit on her still-engorged clit. She thought she could orgasm again. She was reaching for her vibrator, when texts started coming in. She wiped her hands and reached for her phone.

“You missed spin class,” the text from her friend Lynn read. “The college guys who stare at our asses were here sitting behind my regular seat.”

She giggled. Those guys had been flirting with her for weeks. One even asked for her number so they could “share workout tips” and maybe set up some “one-on-one training.”

She texted Lynn back: “Sorry. I just fucked hubby’s brains out and was too worn out.”

Lynn sent some emojis back, and my wife put the phone back down to get her vibrator. She played with herself slowly, teasing her nipples with one hand while she placed the tiny vibrator against her clit for a few seconds. Sometimes she would stick a finger inside of her still sopping vagina, wishing she had a thick dildo so she could feel as full as she did when my cock was inside her. She was getting close to another orgasm when the doorbell rang, shocking her. She wondered if it was just someone selling something and went back to pleasuring herself. Then it rang again. Then her phone buzzed.

It was one of the college guys from the spin class: “Lynn told me why you missed class, and it got me so excited. She gave me my address. I just had to come see you.”

“You’re crazy. Get out of here. I’m married,” she texted back, nervously but excited.

“It doesn’t matter. I have a girlfriend. But I’m obsessed with you. And I know you’re attracted to me too. It’s not a big deal. No one will know. Also, I have a thing for sloppy seconds.”

“You are gross. Leave before I call the cops or my husband.”

“You know you are interested. I can tell the way you flirt with me.”

“LEAVE!”

“I promise no one will ever find out. Look what you’ve done to me.” The next text was a photo taken on my front porch of the college guy pulling down his exercise shorts to expose the longest, thickest cock my wife had ever seen. It was circumcised and pink, with no pubic hair. The head was so hard and the skin was tight and glistening. Two bulging veins ran down the long sides.

My wife gasped and stared at her phone. She could feel her sensitive vagina pulsate and open more just from the glimpse. She put the phone down as her heart raced.

The phone dinged with an image from another angle, this time with his hand tight around the shaft. It looked even larger.

“Please. Please. Please,” he texted. “Don’t make me masturbate here on my porch. What if my neighbors see?”

She stood up and peeked out the front-facing window, looking down on a tall, strong 19-year-old man that any straight woman or gay man would love to fuck. He had his impressive erection in his hand.

She hustled downstairs before any neighbor saw him and opened the door wearing just a T-shirt. Her hands were still sticky with sex fluids, and she could feel a drop of cum rolling down her thigh.

She pulled him into the house.

“You need to stop doing that and leave. This is unbelievable,” she said.

“Oh god, you’re so beautiful,” he said, looking her up and down. “You know this could be amazing. Please.” He never stopped stroking his huge cock.

“No! I am not cheating on my husband.”

“You’ve got me so excited I’m in pain. Just touch it. Please,” he said, pushing his cock toward her.

His cock was pointing right at her, shiny and stiff. He was so tall it was nearly at her chest. Goosebumps ran down her arms and legs. She could feel her vagina walls involuntarily opening as her body reacted to the object of desire in front of her. He noticed her hesitation and stepped closer.

“Please. You’re so beautiful. I masturbate three times a day thinking about you,” he said. “You don’t have to touch me. Just let me jerk off here, looking at you.”

“You need to get out of here,” she said again, even as her pussy was contracting and her nipples were hardening.

He started stroking his cock. Long strokes from the tip to the shaft.

“I can’t drive like this,” he said. “I just need to release. You got me in this state.”

She didn’t say anything, and he took that as permission to stroke faster and harder, staring at her. She tried to look away, but she couldn’t help staring as his hand glided down the long shaft. She took a deep breath and involuntarily licked her lips.

“If you just open the robe and let me see a glimpse of my nipple, I’ll cum faster and be gone sooner. Please. You’re so sexy.”

She slowly loosened the tie on her robe, showing first one, and then the other breast. He could see her chest heave with deep breaths. And her nipples were fully erect.

He moved closer, so his cock was only a couple of inches from her tits and exposed tummy. He made a moaning sound and sped up. A drop of precum appeared on the tip, then slid down the head as more fluid emerged. He paused stroking and used his finger to spread the fluid around the head and the bottom of the shaft. She made an audible gasp.

She slowly raised her hand toward him. Just resting her palm against the tip, where she felt the warm wetness of his excitement. She liked the slight upward curve, and imagined how it would hit her G-spot. She wondered how deep it would go, how stretched her walls would feel. She slid her open palm down the shaft to his balls – completely shaven – and back up. She could feel a mix of cum and her own juices sliding down her thigh.

It’s not as if she ever decided to cheat. Her desire to stay faithful simply could no longer overcome her physical instinct driven by millions of years of evolutionary desire. She wanted that cock.

She made a fist around the head, and he moaned. It felt so thick compared to any other cock she had ever touched. It was engorged with blood and hot to the touch.

She slowly stroked downward, one long tight glide so she could feel every wrinkle, vein and edge. She couldn’t help staring at it and feeling the warmth coming off of him, making tiny, involuntary exclamations as she moved her hand down. Her whole body reacted. Her nipples got hard, her spine tingled, her labia swelled and dampened, her clit grew harder and ached to be touched.

He took off his shirt to show off his lean muscles and hard stomach. She never looked at his eyes, but kept her gaze on his midsection. It was as if it was built to give her pleasure and fill her with desire. She kept her right hand on his shaft, but moved her left palm over his ribs, belly and pecs.

“You’re a very bad boy,” she said. “I’m just going to take care of this full cock for you, and then you have to go.”

Her hand stroked a bit faster, but still slow. When she got to the bottom, she held it tight, making him groan and squirm. More precum leaked from the tip. Just as he would get close, she would release, then just trace her index finger lightly up the ridge on the bottom of his cock. It was swollen and sensitive, full of fluid ready to explode. She felt powerful and in control of this young man and huge cock. She was full of desire to have him inside her. She was wavering on her plan to jerk him off and send him on his way. She moved her right hand between her legs, inside her folds moistening it with her fluids and my cum from earlier. She put her wet hand back on his cock and stroked again. She held him by the base and leaned down, her lips almost touching the tip. She tongued the tip just barely, and tasting him and feeling the heat against her lips sent electricity through every nerve ending in her body.

Less than an hour after having my cock in her mouth, she took his head in between her lips. The first blowjob she had given to another man in years. She slurped on the head and his whole body jerked with pleasure. She pulled hard on his shaft until he tightened up, then she released her fingers and lips.

She looked at him with pure craving to have that cock insider of her, stretching her. He was too tall for her many of the positions she had done with me. She grabbed his shaft and walked him by his cock – like a dog on a leash – to the kitchen table. She sat on the edge and lined up his cock with her sopping opening. She smiled naughtily and felt her vagina twitch with anticipation.

“You can never tell anyone about this,” she said, leaning back and pointing the tip of his cock to between her labia. She took a deep breath as she felt the head against her moist and ready vagina. The familiar pressure of a cockhead against her felt different because he was so wide. She had to spread her legs wider and pull them up as the edges of his cock pushed through, making a popping sound as he entered her pussy – which had been all mys for so long. Neither of them moved as he got used to the warm feeling of being surrounded by my wife, and she got used to a thick invader spreading her out. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris. He ran his hands over her shirt, fondling her through the fabric and then pulling it off. He played with her nipples, and she rubbed her clit in a circular motion, so excited by the earlier fucking, the teasing and now his thickness inside her. She could already feel an orgasm welling up.

“Come for me,” he said.

The release was explosive, her vagina pulsated in fast tiny explosions that squeezed his cock harder. He had to hold back from thrusting deep into her so he could enjoy her warm wet pussy for longer. She clung to his hips as her entire body shook for at least 30 seconds. For a minute after, there were smaller aftershocks. She collapsed with her back to the table. There were red splotches of warm skin on her cheeks and neck, and small beads of sweat on her forehead and welling up between her breasts.

“Fuck me hard,” was all she said, as she finally stopped shaking. Almost as if she was ashamed, she placed her forearm over her eyes and gave in to the desire and pleasure of this hard cock. He did as he was told. He thrust deeply into her, pulling her legs wide apart as he plunged his pelvis forward and up, filling her completely. She seemed exhausted, letting out tiny a tiny “Oh,” in rhythm with every push, one time moaning, “It’s so fucking big.”

“You’re so wet,” he said, repeating it several times. He had almost always used condoms with women his age, but now he was taking my wife bare, he could barely take the sensation of being enveloped by her. And he had never had sloppy seconds before. Each thrust produced sloshing and gurgling sounds as the fluids of three people mixed inside my wife.

She rubbed her clitoris gently in rhythm with his thrusts. She felt like an animal, driven only by the instinct to be filled and feel pleasure.

He didn’t last long, pushing as deep as he could, pulling her hips closer to get maximum depth. She could feel his head against her cervix and she wrapped her legs around him and pushed her ankles into his muscular ass to pull him closer as his convulsions began, each one spreading warm fluid deep inside her. He collapsed onto her chest, his body twitching as the last of his orgasm petered out and his swollen balls emptied out into her.

They held each other for a few minutes, when she whispered. “Just one more time. You can go again, I know you can.”

She pushed him up and took his hand, fluids leaking out of her onto the floor. She stood next to the leather couch and leaned over so her rear was presented to him at the perfect height with her legs dangling off. She spread her legs wide apart and he aimed his glistening cock, somehow still hard, inside of her again. The angle was easier for him to glide deep, and each thrust ended with his cock stretching up toward her G-spot and his balls against her clitoris, even more sensitive after two orgasms.

He quickly got into a rhythm of deep and hard thrusts, holding her tight to him at the end of each push. She made guttural noises of pleasure, eventually reaching between her legs and stimulating her clit with her fingers. He lasted a long time, and her orgasm was stronger with longer-lasting waves of pleasure. He didn’t stop pushing as she came, and she wasn’t sure if she had a 5-minute orgasm, or several consecutive orgasms as he pounded her, stretching the walls of her vagina in every direction. He pulled out for a second, his legs and hips exhausted, and she yelped disappointed “Oh no!,”desperate to feel full again. He placed two fingers inside of her and pressed upward, sending fluid all over my floor. She moaned with pleasure.

As his legs recovered, he began fucking my wife again. He was hitting spots I never could hit, and she was moaning and making sounds she had never made for me. Finally, as he got close, he stuck his lubed index finger in between her ass cheeks as he thrusted. She felt the pressure against her ass and didn’t fight it, relaxing as the finger went inside of her. Now with each thrust, every muscle in her lower body tightened and gripped around his flesh, his hard cock inside of her pussy and his finger in her ass. She had never felt so full. Another orgasm came over her, her legs shook uncontrollably and she screamed as he drove as deep as he could, filling her with another load of cum. He fell on top of her again, staying deep as his cock pulsated and dribbled the last bits of cum into her depths.

He was already going flaccid as he pulled up, popping out of her dripping pussy like a drain plug. She spun onto the couch and hugged her legs to her body, exhausted physically and mentally. The endorphins during the sex had kept back the shame and the worries about getting caught.

She tried to clear her head and concentrate. “That was great. Thank you, but you can’t tell anyone, and you have to go now.”

He thanked her and hustled off, as she started cleaning up the evidence picking up her clothes from around the room, wiping off the table and the floor. Could there be a sluttier scene, then a naked housewife, cum and juices leaking out of her pussy, stretched and sore, cleaning up after her animilastic sex with a young stud?

She showered and tried to wipe every scent of sex from her body and the house. Her phone dinged again, it was me, telling her how much fun I had this morning and offering to come home for lunch for a little “afternoon delight.”

The thought of more sex made her pussy sore. It would take some recovery time.

“LOL,” she texted back. “I have errands to run, but I’ll be ready for you later tonight.”

She then went to the freezer and got a cold pack that she pressed against her crotch as she lay down and napped. It was the kind of deep sleep women can only have after being well-fucked.

She woke up an hour later and remembered to delete the texts from the stud from her phone. As she was doing so, she glanced at the photos of his huge erection. The sight of it made her shudder with pleasure, and her vagina contracted. She downloaded the two photos, then made them both “hidden” on her phone. She gave it one last look, and then gently moved her hand down her pants and gently fingered herself. She would be ready when I got home.

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