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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Infidelity. MMF
Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2000 08:10:05 -0400
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Gentlemen: A repost of 'Infidelity'
sincerely
Spiller
INFEIDELITY.
By Spiller.
The last 8 or 9 months the 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.
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