Subject: Suspecting My Wife Jill (MF, adultery)
Written by: Chris <m12chat@yahoo.com>
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Sent: Friday, June 27, 2008 10:04:43 AM
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Kelly,
You were over our house for dinner and some drinks. My wife and I invited you
since your boyfriend was going out of town for business. You were friends with
my wife and I was introduced to you both right before our wedding. Even back
then, from the moment we met, although I knew it was wrong, I wanted you. And I
could sometimes see a sparkle in your eye that reflected the same feelings. All
that had never come to surface of course. Just a lot of harmless flirting,
usually started by myself. Until tonight.
My wife and I had talked you into staying over since we were having so much fun
and were drinking so much. We were all sitting around the table after dinner and
playing cards. It was getting extremely late and it seemed we were all fighting
the sleepiness. My wife went upstairs to use the bathroom, but never came down.
I went up to find that she'd made her way to the bed and crashed.
After getting her under the covers, I went back downstairs to find you slumped
over the table, face down. I whispered in your ear to see if you would wake...
"let's get you to the couch hon" as I slid you up and put your arms around my
neck. You woke just enough to grab onto me and stand. I was already in my sleep
gear... a t-shirt and a pair of loose fitting shorts. As your body pressed
against me and I clung onto you around your waist, I felt my pulse begin to
race. Oh my god, this feels so good. And to be in this position with you right
now, makes me think of things I shouldn't be... but it's making me so fucking
hot.
As we make our way over to the couch, me walking backwards to lead you, we never
let go of the tight grip we have on each other. Soon enough, my cock begins to
swell and press into your tight jeans. I don't even care or try to hide it. I
want you to feel it. I want you to know how my body responds to you like this. I
want to fuck you.. so bad. You wake up more, looking around the room. You ask
where my wife went and when I tell you, you slump your head onto my shoulder and
say something about her being jealous if she caught us holding onto each other
like this. I reassure you that she's sound asleep, and if it were up to me, she
would never find out about anything that happened between us tonight.
You look me right in the eye, for the first time you are the one flirting with
me, and it feels good... damn good. Soon the flirting begins to cross the line
of right and wrong. But I don't care, and I can see and feel that you don't care
either, as your hand slips down my shorts and grabs hold of my cock. OOOH
fuck... I try to hold my voice down but it feels so fucking good. As you stroke
it up and down inside my shorts, I work my hands up under your loose shirt. No
bra and I've noticed it all night. Feeling your tits and pinching your nipples I
tell you again how badly I've wanted to feel your body next to mine.
You whisper in my ear, "we need to be very quiet about this" and you giggle as
you drop to your knees, pulling my shorts down on the way. You look up in my
eyes again and you slip my hard cock on your face, letting the head drag over
your forehead, down your cheek, to your neck, and back up to your lips.
Apparently you want to relish in this moment as well, taking your time, you seem
to want to feel my cock all over your body before taking it in your mouth...
oooooooOOOOo fuck yessss. You take it all ... deep in your throat. Then you suck
on it... so fucking hard. You're soon bouncing your head up and down off my
cock. The slurping sounds are turning me on so much more. I tell you to slow
down but you only go faster. I try to stop you, telling you I don't want to come
yet. Telling you I want to taste your pussy. Telling you I want to feel my cock
inside you. Nothing stops you. You seem more and more turned on by it instead.
You grab my hips and push me down on the couch. Shorts around my ankles and
nicely buzzed, you have me at a huge disadvantage. As I lay there and the room
stops spinning so badly, the next thing I see is you sliding those tight jeans
down off of you like they were a second skin. The thong you have on slides over
your ass cheeks mmmm. I watch it go down your leg and when you bend over to slip
it off your feet, you give me a front row seat to a view of that sweet pussy ...
fully engorged and soaked. Damn baby. I slap your ass and you yelp, then grab
your mouth and giggle waiting to see if there's any response from upstairs. We
both laugh, and I tell you to get your ass over here. You straddle my face. Fuck
yes. This is what I want baby, I tell you again. As my tongue probes your pussy
and tastes every drop of your juice to be had, you suck on my cock. Deep long
motions of your head.. up and down on my cock... mmmmm fuck yessss.
I find your clit and push my tongue on it. Grinding back and forth. Soon you
begin to grind too. Moaning in whispers now. Your body is in such a hot rhythmic
motion above me. You've got your clit nestled perfectly on my tongue and lips
and you know exactly when to grind up and down in rhythm with you sucking my
cock. I am totally fucking going nuts. This is it. This is the fucking moment
I've wanted and waited for so long. I'm so hard and my body begins to tense up
knowing that the release is coming soon. I can tell by your motions and whispers
that we are both on the verge of exploding.
You grab hold of my nuts... I moan loud... I feel your hand slip up my taint and
you begin to finger my asshole. I moan even louder, not caring if anyone hears,
unable to hold back any more, fuck baby... I'm gonna come.... You grab my cock
and stroke it in front of your face. Waiting for the warm spray of cum to hit
you in the face. At the same time I finger your pussy with two fingers and
continue to flick my tongue over your clit... OOOO fuck... FUCK YESS YESSS
OOOOOOOOO .... OOOOOOOOOO ........OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO......
The next morning....
As we sit eating breakfast, I feel your foot on mine. I look at you and see a
wicked smile cross your lips as you suck some syrup off of your finger...
seductively. Taking your time doing it. You pick up a sausage with your fingers,
kick my foot again and begin to slide it in and out of your mouth, lips pressed
firmly against it. Stopping and acting normal every time my wife looks up to
talk to you. I've never seen this side of you, and it's making me feel more than
horny... but actually happy and a bit relieved. Happy I'm not the only one who
was thinking this way for so long, and that our true emotions are beginning to
show. Deep in my mind I don't want this to happen again. This was a one time
thing to look back on.... I keep repeating in my head.
My wife begins to clean up, but you insist you want to help out by cleaning up
since she cooked. You tell her to go get a shower and you'll put all the dishes
in the dishwasher. I sit in the dining room, watching you carry everything in
one at a time. Bending over purposely so your shirt rides up your ass and giving
me yet again a show.
After the last dish is brought in, you close it... then look at the buttons and
dials to find out how to turn it on. I stand and walk to you. Standing right
behind you as you face the dishwasher. Grabbing your wrist gently and putting
your hand on the countertop. "let me show you how to turn it on" I say. Reaching
around your waist. Pressing the buttons and moving the lock lever with my hand.
This action pushes my wrist into your belly/pelvis area, and in turn pushes you
a step backwards... your ass presses against me and you feel that I am hard for
you... again. I take a deep breath and smell the remnants of what's left of your
perfume from last night. Pulling your hair to the side and kissing your neck.
You moan and tilt your head to allow me better access. At the same time you push
back into me, grinding your ass on my cock. Wriggling around trying to wedge it
right between your ass cheeks.
I whisper in your ear, "I'm still hungry... are you?" Your head nods up and
down. I hear the shower stop upstairs. Again whispering in your ear, "She's done
with her shower... but you're still gonna get fucked. Fucking tease." I turn
the knob on the dishwasher. The loud whirring and jets of water splashing inside
of it can be heard. The counter top is now slightly vibrating and you moan a
little louder as I push into you and you're right up against it now. In a quick
swoop, I drop my pants slightly and pull my cock up to your thong. "Help me out
baby" you move the thong to the side and I feel your warm pussy.. mmmmmmmm
yessssssssss.
I begin fucking you hard. At a very fast pace. Grabbing your hair right at the
back of your head and calling you every nasty, filthy name in the book. Your
mouth drops wide open. I cant tell if it's the dishwasher going to the next
cleaning stage... wait, no it's you. Your whole body is shaking, and I feel your
pussy clenching and orgasming onto my cock. At that point I totally lose it. I
cum ... hard... deep inside you. My cock keeps shooting load after load into
you. It doesn't stop for what seems like a very long time. "Baby, I don't think
I've ever cum that hard for that long."
Chris Taylor - Suspecting My Wife Jill