Maria texted me from work saying she loved my story and wanted to give me a treat when she came home. I asked what about dinner. She said dinner would have to wait. She was horny and I better be ready. At your service I responded.
That was it for me. My concentration was blown for the rest of the day. I wandered around with half a hard on waiting for the day to fly by. I decided to work on my stories as that’s where Maria sent my thoughts. About mid afternoon my phone beeped with a text. I thought it would be Maria teasing me. It was Peter. One of “Our Friends”. He asked if I had a few minutes to chat. I told him sure give me a call. Peter told me he was in town for one night and wanted to know if Maria and I were busy. I knew what he meant. Being the good husband I was I told him I would check with Maria, but she was at work and might not get back to me right away. While I was talking to him I texted Maria. She got right back to me, telling me she would call Peter. I relayed the info. Peter said thanks and he hoped to see me tonight.
Maria texted me around five saying she would be delayed for about 30 minutes or so, but be prepared when she got home. I asked what about Peter? She did not respond. It was not unusual as sometime she let her phone charge run down. About five minutes later my phone rings. It’s Maria facetiming me. Odd I thought, maybe a butt dial. I pick up and she’s smiling into the camera. “Hi baby” she said. “I know I promised, but I couldn’t resist. It’s been so long.” She pointed the phone at Peter and he said,”Sorry John, this wasn’t my idea. Maria insisted. You know how she is.” I did and was a little pissed off.
Peter panned the phone back to Maria. I could see he was naked and she fully dressed. She looked in the camera and said,”Take off your clothes John, but no touching.” I did as I was told. Maria dropped to her knees taking Peter’s big cock into her mouth. Sucking him deep, looking at me in the camera. She was devilish. She had enough cocksucking, letting Peter direct her to a table in his hotel room. She bent over the table Peter directing the camera at her ass. She help him pull her scrubs and panties down to knees, then handed her the phone.
Maria looked into the camera with a big beautiful smile because she knew what was coming. She exhaled sharply squeezing her eyes shut as Peter enter her from behind. I heard him groan from the tightness of her pussy. She opened eyes and smiled again saying,”I love you baby, oh his cock is so big.” Peter started fucking her hard, Maria held onto the table, moaning,”Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me.” I knew she was gone. I sat on our bed, naked, dick hard and dripping. Turned on by my wife’s sluttiness. She dropped the phone. It fell leaving me a distant view of Peter’s cock plunging into her pussy. She would be cuming on his cock for as long as he kept fucking her. He was close. I knew from the sounds he made and the pace of his fucking. The sounds of his hips slapping her ass competed with their moans.
With one last audible grunt Peter came deep in Maria’s pussy, holding his cock there. I’m sure guests in the neighboring rooms heard her final scream. He stayed buried in Maria. She would be mad if he pulled out right away leaving her empty. I know her pussy would still be spasming on his big cock. Why would you pull away from that delicious feeling. I saw her hand appear between her legs, sliding her it along her pussy lips, fingers on each side of his cock. Maria mumbled something I could not make out, her breathing hard. Peter slowing pulled out and as his cock pulled away she closed her fingers together holding her entire hand over her pussy. I watched, glued to the scene, needing to touch myself. I fought off the urge as I knew she would be mad if I masturbated and wasted her semen.
Peter leaned down and pulled Maria’s paanties up over her ass. When they were fully on she withdrew her hand, turned and kissed Peter. His half hard wet cock pressing against her leaving trails of their sex. Maria pulled up her scrubs bent down, picked up the phone, looked at me with a wide smile and said,”I love you baby. I hope you like the show. I’ll be home in fifteen minutes with your treat.” Then hung up.
I waited impatiently. I was still pissed. She was supposed to come home to me. I was seriously considering crossing Peter off our list. I heard the garage door open, then close, Maria entered calling, “John?” I replied, “In the bedroom.” She walked in still wearing her work scrubs. She had removed her shoes and socks. I had turned down the bed and was sitting on the end, naked, cock straining, dripping clear sticky pre-cum. She stood in front of me, not speaking. Her expression smoldering, commanding. I knew she was still horny. The fucking Peter gave her was just a warm up. If we were all together she would have fucked him at least twice more before sending him away. She removed her top maintaining her stare. Reaching behind she unhooked her bra letting it fall to the floor. Her magnificent breast exposed to me. She teased her nipples mouth parted bring her nipples to full attention. She pulled down her scrub pants removing them. I could see the dried streaks on her belly and thighs. Her hot pink panties wet. I could smell the odor of sex. She walked towards, brushing past, crawling on the bed. She made her way to the head, laid on her back and spread her legs beckoning me with fiery eyes and parted lips.
I crawled towards her, knelt between her legs. She place her feet on my chest. The aroma was overwhelming, I could hear Maria breathing, silently,urging. I reached to the waistband of her panties, drawing them over her hips and thighs to her ankles. The smell of sex was heavy in my nostrils.Maria’s eyes burned with lust. I looked down and could see her pussy was slick, my dick dripping a long clear string of pre-cum. I knew what she wanted. She knew I was angry. Knew I was resisting, defiant. Maria spoke.
I know you’re angry. You were there. You watched on facetime. You knew I could not resist Peter’s cock. You know how it is. Once you let me have something you can’t take it back. She was right. I knew this might happen after Peter contacted me. But I thought we would have went to his hotel. Maria called my name, “John.” We both knew. We wanted the same thing. Maria wanted submission. I wanted to serve.
Maria lowered her legs. Spreading them just enough to allow access. I needed no further instruction…