I arrived home to the sound of moans.
To my surprise, the hollers kept intensifying, sending my mind in a whirlwind of thoughts as I hurriedly climbed up the stairs that lead from the foyer to the master bedroom.
“Now there’s no excuse. He’s going to pay for this,” I thought to myself.
This would not be the first time. During the early days of our marriage, I had caught John having an affair with his massage therapist, the same girl that used to be our massage therapist. Her name was Kimberly, although she went by the name Kimmie. Kimmie, who had kindly assisted me in untying the stress-related knots from my neck and my slouched back, now was laying down on my bed, her legs widely spread as my husband gave her a hard pounding.
“Ahh!! Ahh!! Ahh!!” she screamed in ecstasy, visibly enjoying John’s cock buried deep in her vagina. His grunts were also audible, and there were only two things that prevented me from exploding in anger and bursting into the room.
The first one was my guilt. Even though I had told John that I would be in the office until late, the truth is that I had lied. Before I got home, I had been at the Beverly Hilton with Dre, my BBC lover from New York who was visiting town. I had moaned riding his cock louder than Kimmie was now moaning being penetrated by my husband’s.
Dre had not only screwed me in the room, but we bribed the security guards to let us get at it in a hidden corner of the pool area. My pussy was still dripping with Dre’s cum, and I planned on taking a shower so I would be ready for John. I was pretty sure that he was looking forward to fucking me.
I didn’t know he would be enjoying Kimmie.
The second thing that stopped me, back then, was that there was something that turned me on about seeing my husband with someone else.
I felt the urge to peek in, to start rubbing my still-palpitating vulva, to insert two and then three fingers inside of me as I watched Kimmie beg John for his cum, as I watched her explode and cling to my husband’s back so hard that I would need to ask him about those nail marks, and finally, as Kimmie, still engulfed in a wild orgasm, knelt down to suck John and swallow his cum as he finished.
I didn’t act on that urge. Instead, I crawled to the guest bedroom and hid. John then drove Kimmie home, and by the time he got back, I was home, and business continued as usual.
Twenty years had passed since then.
Now, as I listened to the sex sounds that came from the same master bedroom, I wondered if the Kimmie affair had stayed alive, or if it was somebody else.
This time, I wanted someone to fuck me. Dre and I had stayed in touch, but during our rendezvous earlier in the day, he received a call about a family issue and he needed to fly back to New York immediately. All I was able to do was suck his luscious, spectacular black cock on the way to the airport, swallowing his cum in one big gulp.
This left me hornier than before, and now, I urgently needed a cock.
“No regrets,” I said to myself, and haphazardly made my way to the master bedroom door, which I opened on an impulse. I was flabbergasted—the moans had come from a screen.
What was on the screen gobsmacked me further. It was me. John was watching a video of me and him having sex, wild sex, by the way. I saw my breasts bouncing as I rode John’s cock, openly stretching my arms behind my back in his favorite position. His hands were firmly attached to my hips, assisting the thrusting motion.
In the bed, as he watched the scene unfold, he was jerking off, and his eyes were originally closed. He was possibly recreating the scene in his mind and was shocked by my sudden emergence in the room.
“Relax, baby,” I said to him and pushed him back to the bed. I unbuttoned my blouse, took off my bra, and began to blow him. He gasped, his pleasure evident as I deep-throated him and made oral love to his rock-hard penis. My juices kept flowing, as they were flowing since long before I met with Dre to take him to the airport, and it didn’t take me long to beg for his cock.
“Please, baby, fuck me like that time.”
John complied. He turned off the screen and set to relive the scene. He took my panties, submerged them in my juice-flooded pussy, and then, used those panties to tie my hands to the edge of the bed. This position excited him, as it meant that I was completely surrendered to the pleasure of the moment.
He then proceeded to trounce my pussy, pushing his member into my body as hard as he could, thrusting in and out with depth, with power, with incredible potency, knowing that I was submerged in ecstasy and that any moment I would uncontrollably explode.
My body then started shaking as I entered an orgasm-induced trance. I was trembling, yelling, I was out of myself, and the way John held me intensified it.
“You came hard, baby,” he said after I came back to my senses.
“I don’t want it to go away!” I responded.
He took me into his arms, kissed my cheek and caressed my forehead. This was something I loved about him, and why he became my husband. He was capable of being powerful in bed, and also, incredibly tender and caring.
“I was surprised you walked in,” he said.
“I heard the moans, and I thought you were having a wild time with somebody else.”
Astonishingly, he didn’t seem shocked by my comment. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed, a hint of naughtiness in his eyes betraying his apparent innocence.
“What’s the matter, honey?”
“What do you think about that idea?”
“What idea?”
“Watching me with somebody else. I certainly would love to watch you.”
“Would you…really? I had a feeling that you would be jealous if somebody even dared to get close to me.”
“Well…That’s on the surface. But if I had the chance to watch you, it would be better than that movie I was watching. We have that upcoming trip to New York. How about we find someone there to play with?”
My mind went crazy. Did he know that I had a lover that lived in New York? Was it plainly a quivering synchronicity?
I looked at him. First, carefully. Then, deeply.
“I love you, John,” I said. “Are you sure you would like to do this?”
“Yes. It is something new, isn’t it? I love you too, sweetheart,” he affectionately responded.
He kissed my lips, softly, and as I kissed him back, we made love as the shine of the moon entered the bedroom through the open curtain. It was different from the untamed, animalistic fuck we had just an hour ago. This meant something else. This meant something that we could return to after whomever we slept with in our upcoming escapades.
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