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INFIDEL.
By Spiller.
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The usual disclaimers: If you are too young, too prudish or just have the
the bad luck to live in a place where erotic litterature is not welcome,
you have better stop here.
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This short story is the copyrighted property of Spiller. You may relay
it to a friend, but publication for professional purposes is forbidden
without written permission.
Comments are welcome at xxspillerxx@my-deja.com
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For the last 8 or 9 months sex with my wife Kirsten has run
like on turbo, and probably she does not have a clue that I know
what she is doing.
I became suspicious that she was quietly getting herself a
bit of strange cock on the side. I have to admit that at first I
got somewhat jealous, but before long I realised, that in no way
did it spoil our love and sex. On the contrary. She had become
quite a lot more horny than usual when she was in bed with me, so
for a while I decided to shut up, enjoy the fucking and do nothing
until I was certain.
For many years she had come home from work precise as a
clockwork at 3.30 pm, but now she suddenly `had to' flex once a
week, usually on Wednesdays, and she would not be home until six
o'clock. She told me all right that she didn't leave for work
until 10.30 on those days, but that was out of my control, as I
would leave at 7 in the morning.
Another change was, that on these Wednesdays she was rather
quick taking a shower as soon as we had had dinner and the dishes
were cleaned and put away. Later, when she was sitting in our sofa
in her housecoat and a short nightgown I did not need much
persuasion to bring her to bed, and on these occasions she would
become extremely horny. And that was when I got the suspicion.
So one Wednesday evening, when she got home at six o'clock
as usual, I pretended that everything was business as usual.
Again, when the table had been cleared she made preparations to go
to the bathroom, but I intercepted her right in front of our
livingroom sofa. I pushed her down on her back and in a few
minutes I had pulled her slacks and blouse off, and from then on I
had absolutely no doubts. From her greasy panties rose an
unmistakable smell of sex, and when I got my hand down into them I
got sure that she had received a good load during the afternoon.
I massaged her clitoris and her lovely pointed tits for a
while, and as usual she very quickly got so horny that there was
no way back. She was always like that: When her cunt starts
dripping she loses all her inhibitions and she just wants to get
plenty of cock.
To my great surprise all my jealousy disappeared like water
on a hot stone and instead I got violently horny at the thought
that she had been fucking someone else in the afternoon. Soon the
devil was brought out in me and quickly I pulled off her panties
and started to kiss my way from her tits down to her belly and
further on to her heavily smelling cunt. Another sign to make me
sure: Normally she would spread her legs when she feels my tongue
is on its way, but this time she tried to push me away and she
panted: - Oh, no, give me your cock - I want you to fuck me !
But no way. I simply had to taste that thoroughly fucked
cunt. I pried her legs open, and when my tongue for the first time
travelled from her vagina up to her clitoris I could clearly taste
that something new was added to the flavour. And suddenly she
behaved like she was posessed. A few lashes of my tongue on her
clitoris and then I let it wander to the entrance of her vagina,
where I stuck it in as far as I could. With the tip of my tongue I
fished out some of the juices and sank them, and at that moment
she started yelling. - Oh, damn you, hell, my cunt is on fire. I'm
so horny. My cunt is tickling all over. You are a bloody horny
sod. You are making me so horny. Oh, my God, go on, go on. Do it
again. Stick your tongue up even farther. Hell, it's good.
By this time I grabbed her wrists, and as I rolled over
until I was stretched out flat on the floor I pulled her with me
and dragged her up until she was straddling my chest with her cunt
right in front of my mouth. I let go of her wrists and grabbed her
arse so I could pull her the rest of the way up to my mouth. Still
I worked my tongue in and out of her cunt, and now my nose was
rubbing her clit. Now her juices could run right out of her hole
and into my mouth, and the thought that I was drinking her juice
and another guy's seemen - right out of the cunt which up till now
had been only mine - made my cock grow another little bit until it
almost hurt me.
By now Kirsten was completely wild with lust. She moved her
hands up so she could work her tits through, and at the same time
she was grinding her cunt real hard against my mouth. At the same
time her little cries and her panting changed into yelling.
Incoherent words of cunt, fuck, hell, cock - that her cunt was on
fire - that she was a whore - that she could easily come four or
five times more (I didn't even feel sure she had already come
once). Suddenly she squeezed her thighs hard around my head and
pressed her cunt so hard on my face that I couldn't breathe - and
then she started shaking all over and she was yelling without any
care that the neighbours could hear her.
When I couldn't go any longer without air I slapped her arse
hard which made her ease off a little. Then I pushed her down
towards my cock. Her cunt was leaving a wet trail on my chest and
belly, and then she slipped herself down upon my cock. She was
like a hot bath ! Her cunt was enormous and dripping wet. When she
had lowered herself almost all the way down she let my long cock
push her cervix back and forth, and then she sunk down the rest of
the way. And then she started fucking me. No other expression will
cover. It was definately not lovemaking! She'd fuck me with very
fast small movements up and down for a while, and then she'd pull
up so just the head of my cock was inside. Then she slammed
herself down on me so I felt like my cock was going to come out of
her throath. 7 or 8 of these violent fucks and she'd start coming
again. All the time she was coming she ground her cunt against my
hair and pubic bone so my cock felt most of all like a spoon
stirring a bowl of hot soup.
After four or five of these wild fucks she began to look a
bit fucked out, so quickly I grabbed her waist, turned her round
without pulling my cock out of her.
- Now, you wellfucked whore. Pull your legs together and try
to tighten up that wet hole of yours, because I can hardly feel
anything.
- Oh, yes. It is so big and wet, she panted. And you are so
wonderful.
She pressed her thighs together and did what she could to
tighten the muscles of her vagina, and now I started to take my
own pleasure out of her cunt setting the pace to give me maximum
pleasure. At the same time I talked dirty to her. Can you feel I'm
using your cunt to masturbate? I'm using it for MY pleasure. All I
want you to think of is that you want your cunt filled with my
sperm. You have a whore's cunt and it is lovely to pull my cock
off in.
- Oh, yes, she panted. Pull it off in my horny cunt. Come -
give me your sperm. Do you like when my cunt is a whore's cunt? Is
it good enough for you?
She was mewing like a little cat now, and I started forming
pictures of her getting fucked this afternoon, and in a minute I
started to come. With a roar I pushed all the way in, and when I
started spurting into her it felt like her cunt was vibrating deep
inside, - and God help me if she didn't start coming again.
Exhausted we fell into each other's arms. We talked a little
about how wonderfully horny she had been, and a little later we
were sleeping like two little logs on the marital bed.
We never mentioned why she had become that horny on
Wednesday number one, but for the last 8 months she has not been
that busy getting her shower after supper, and we have had many a
wonderful fuck in the livingroom, the bed or whereever we want.
And if one Wednesday night we are a bit tired all I have to do is
to say: - I think it should be nice to feel your thighs against my
cheeks.
Spiller.
Comments on this story are welcome either to ASS or to
xxspillerxx@my-dejanews.com
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