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Subject: {ASSM} Kelly's Ex-Boyfriend {Biff Jones} (fict MF wife cheat size smoking teasing creampie)
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Authors Notes and Disclaimer:  All works are drawn from my own
experience or imagination and are the sole intellectual property of
the author.  Names have been changed to protect the parties involved.
Reuse of these stories is limited to reposting; any edits or changes
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view this material.

This story depicts unsafe behaviors and is only a fantasy.  Don't do
things you'll regret.

Author's Note:  Although this story is fictional, it is heavily drawn
from reality.  Kelly did have a boyfriend this large, and much of the
description herein is drawn directly from her words.  The conversation
in the first scene is pretty much entirely real, as is the effect it
had on me and the sex we had later talking about it.  Perhaps one day
I'll have to reclassify this from "fiction" to true...  Enjoy.
**********

    Kelly's Ex-Boyfriend (fict MF wife cheat size smoking teasing
creampie)

    Kelly was sitting next to me at a table in a neighborhood style
restaurant.  She was talking animatedly, the result no doubt of two
beers in the middle of a Sunday afternoon.  But that's what sunny
summer days are for - shaking off the stress of a busy work week with
some fun, laughs and old friends.  In this case, it was her friend
Gina who had flown in to spend a few days with us.

    Somehow we had gotten on the topic of old boyfriends and
girlfriends.  Gina is single at the moment, but she had some pretty
good stories to tell and we were all laughing freely.  I'd added a
couple of my own, such as the time years ago when my roommate walked
in on me spanking a stripper-friend of mine while doing her doggy
style.  Embarrassment always plays well to get a laugh and this was no
exception!

    Kelly had listened closely to my story, lighting a cigarette and
leaning back in her chair.  "You never told me that one before," she
had squealed in delight when I finished.

    Soon Gina was asking Kelly about her ex-boyfriends.  With a sweet
smile, Kelly had nodded towards me.  "I don't think about them much
any more.  Well, except maybe for one..."

    Of course that got a reaction from both of us and we prodded her.
"What's so special about him?" I teased her.

    Kelly made eye contact with Gina for a split second and I saw the
amusement creep across her face; women, especially old friends, have
an instinctive understanding of some things.   "He was very large,"
she stated.

    "Oooh, tell us!" encouraged Gina.  I wasn't quite as enthusiastic,
but I had to admit that I was curious.  Kelly had always told me I was
the second largest guy she'd ever been with, but said little more.

    She paused and took a drag on her cigarette as if pretending to
have to think about it.  "Well, long, I suppose.  Actually, pretty
damned long.  But it was more the thickness than anything else."

    "How thick?" Gina practically demanded as she lit a cigarette of
her own.  Kelly's response clearly shocked her.  It shocked me - in
fact, I had a hard time believing her.

    "Um...Maybe like a coke can, or just a little smaller," she said
quickly.  "I don't remember that much now.  It's been a long time." 

    I had a feeling that she was trying to change the subject out of
concern for me, and she put her hand lightly on my thigh.  What we
were both surprised to discover then was my rock-hard erection.  She
tried not to let her expression break as her hand slid onto my crotch
to explore the tent in my shorts, and for my part, I tried not to let
the feel of her fingers show on my face either.

    More to test out my reaction than anything else, I think, Kelly
decided to go a little farther in her description.  "At first it was
kind of too much because he was so big.  But once we had sex a few
times I got used to it.  He was too big to do much more than
missionary because it would start to hurt, but it felt great going
in!"  All the while, her hand was exploring the front of my pants and
feeling my dick jumping at her words.

**********

    A few of days later, after Gina had gone, Kelly brought up the
topic while we were lounging on the living room couch.  I had more or
less relegated it to the back of my mind, but it must have been
burning a hole in her curious mind.

    "Honey, can I ask you about something?" she began.  I looked down
at my wife, lying in my lap, muted the television and nodded.  Kelly
thought for a moment, sucking on her cigarette, then exhaled a stream
of smoke and looked up at me.

    "The other day when we were at that pub with Gina, and I talked
about my old boyfriend...well, you were really hard..."  I didn't say
anything - I wasn't sure what I should say at that point.  I just let
her keep going.

    "Did I turn you on?" she asked.  Then a mischievous gleam lit her
eyes.  She started teasing me, taking a long, sexy drag and slowly
exhaling.  "Did I get you excited talking about that big dick and how
he used to fuck me?"

    Sure enough, my cock began swelling rapidly.  I can't attribute it
all to her words.  Kelly looked very desirable just then, with her
dark-red painted lips, thin T-shirt loosely pooled around her
succulent breasts with their firm nipples, and a simple pair of white
cotton panties.  Not fancy-vixen sexy just then; more that
comfortable, sensual, everyday woman eroticism that can melt a man
where he stands.  Or sits, in my case.

    No doubt she felt my soldier saluting against the back of her
head, and a little smile crossed her face.   "Such a big dick," she
murmured.  "He couldn't eat me like you do, but he could fuck my
brains out."  She pushed her panties to one side and ran two fingers
through her slit to moisten them, then rubbed her clit.  "I felt so
full.  It was like he was going to break me in half."  She took a
final drag from her cigarette and put it out in the ashtray.

    Kelly rolled over onto her side and fished my hard prick out of my
boxer shorts.  In seconds, her red lips were descending on my shaft
leaving her saliva clinging to my flesh as her hand stroked the base.
Her fingers were busy between her legs while she sucked me, rubbing at
her clit and plunging into her moist snatch. 

    It was a wonderful blowjob, all the more so because it was
unexpected and sudden.  But those are always the best from her; when
the mood is right, my wife is very spontaneous in bed.  I watched my
cock disappear into her mouth as she bobbed up and down.  I might not
have a coke can for a cock, but at 8" and relatively thick, it's still
more than a mouthful for most women.

    All too soon, she stopped sucking me and stood up, dropping her
panties from her hips.  Then in a combined motion, she sat in my lap
facing me and guided my dick into her pussy.  I was amazed at how wet
she was.  Clearly I wasn't the only one to have a sexual reaction
hearing about her old affairs.  She kissed me hungrily, pushing her
sticky tongue into my mouth, and I caressed her tits roughly.  When
she is highly aroused, Kelly likes direct and intense stimulation and
a short, powerful ride to orgasm.

    I tried hard to provide that for her, feeling her twat clench me
as she gasped out her excitement into my mouth in one-word statements.
"Fuck...yes...harder...fuck...me..."  I love it when she talks dirty
like that, and I felt my balls contracting in pre-ejaculatory tension.
I redoubled my efforts on her chest, pinching her nipples firmly and
kissing her hard.  Her gasps turned to cries, rising in pitch rapidly.
We moved together towards a crashing orgasm that saw us both moaning
loudly for several intense seconds before slumping backwards into the
couch together, my warm come leaking out of her slack pussy as my dick
softened inside of her.

    "That was hot," she smiled, kissing me, and I agreed.

**********

    "Wait a minute, you're telling me your husband got turned on
hearing about some old boyfriend of yours fucking you?" Tara said in
disbelief.

    Kelly smiled widely and lit a cigarette, offering Tara the pack.
"I know it sounds kind of strange, but...yeah.  Well, it wasn't just
'any old boyfriend' either."

    Tara accepted the cigarettes and laughed.  "Sure, it was this guy
with the huge cock...bitch!" she exclaimed jealously.

    "Look, just because a girl likes a big dick once in a while
doesn't make her a bitch!  Well...maybe a little.  I could probably
find his phone number for you if you want to ask him for a ride."

    The women giggled wickedly.  Tara leaned back into the couch and
gazed at the ceiling thoughtfully for a moment.  She took a long pull
from her cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke.  Finally she
glanced at Kelly quizzically.  "You think you still have his phone
number, you say?"

     "I'm sure I could track it down.  Why, do you want to take me up
on the offer?" Kelly teased.

    "Well, that might be another story.  But actually what I was
thinking was - no, that's too fucked up."

    "What?" Kelly burst out.  Her curiosity was well piqued.

    "Well, doesn't all this sex talk with your husband make you feel a
little nostalgic for this guy?  I mean, if my husband was turned on by
hearing about guys I used to sleep with, I don't know, maybe I'd want
to do something about that."

     "Are you saying I ought to call Mike and just ask if he wants to
fuck me?" Kelly asked disbelievingly.

    "No, I guess not.  But you know, it crossed my mind.  Just wishful
thinking I guess."

    "That's because you're a naughty little slut," Kelly informed her
friend with a big grin, slapping her playfully on the arm.

**********

    The idea of calling Mike stuck in her mind though.  Their breakup
hadn't been ugly, she recalled.  In fact, she had broken up with him
because even though he was well built and hung like a horse, he was a
little dim upstairs and hadn't stimulated her mentally.  He had been
disappointed and clearly wanted to keep seeing her.  She wondered idly
what he was up to these days.  Was he married?  Kids?  Fat and hairy
now?  

    She chuckled softly.  Mike had been one of those guys that
naturally had a great body without needing to work hard at it, so the
time he put in at the gym was like icing on the cake.  She doubted he
would have let that go.

    She wasn't seriously considering calling him - she was very happy
in her marriage and didn't care to jeopardize that, even for another
shot at that monster cock.  But the first inklings of an idea sprouted
as she let her mind wander.  If hearing about the sex she used to have
with Mike had turned Biff on so much, perhaps she could drive him even
more wild by planting the suggestion that perhaps a get-together could
be arranged.  She loved to tease him anyway, and that should be enough
to really get him going.  

    Pleased with herself, she settled herself deeply into the couch
and let her fingers slide inside of her underwear to tease her sex as
she made plans for the mind fuck that she was going to work her
husband over with.  A soft gasp escaped her lips as her nails raked
lightly across her clit and she felt a warm gush of sticky honey
matting her panties against her slit.  Apparently her body had reacted
to her train of thought as well.  She decided that Biff was in for a
hot night of sex after all and got a little more serious about
masturbating to the scenario running through her mind as she sought to
take the edge off of her arousal.

**********

    When I arrived home that evening from a long day of golfing at a
nice course about an hour and a half away, I was a bit on the tired
and sore side.  I figured a hot shower was the first thing on my
agenda; my dinner needs had been satisfied at the club's attached
restaurant along with a couple of beers as well.

    I was more than pleasantly surprised to find my sexy wife waiting
patiently for me when I opened the door.  She was wearing a slinky
negligee made from black mesh and lace that clung to her ripe 36C
breasts perfectly.  She wore sexy evening makeup and the time she had
spent finessing her hair was evident.  I felt my pants tighten as my
dick swelled at the sight of her.  After the hot sex we'd had the
previous day, I hadn't really anticipated doing much that evening, so
finding her ready to go was a wonderful cap to my day.

    As I set my clubs down next to the closet door, she strode
directly up to me, high heels clicking on the hardwood floor.  I felt
her arms encircle my neck and then her red lips pressed firmly to mine
while our tongues fluttered together.  Finally breaking the kiss, she
spoke huskily.  "I have a hot bath waiting for you."

    Those were magic words to my ears and I eagerly followed her to
the bathroom, shedding my clothes as I went.  By the time I reached
the doorway, I was completely naked and my dick was pointing straight
out from my body.  Kelly touched it appreciatively and motioned me
inside.  True to her word, the bathtub was full of steaming water and
bubbles and dimly light by several candles.  I could smell a hint of
incense in the air that seemed to be coming from the bedroom.

    I slid into the water gingerly as it was almost too hot.  However,
it quickly set in to soothe my sore muscles and I felt relaxation
seeping through me.  I closed my eyes and sank to my neck in the deep
tub, letting the bubbles cover my body.  I was aware of Kelly quietly
sitting in the bathroom with me and opened my eyes at the click of her
lighter.  She knows how much it turns me on to see her with a
cigarette and often indulges me on nights like this.  

    We sat in silence like that for several minutes and I watched her
smoke, taking long drags, inhaling deeply, and slowly blowing soft
streams of smoke out from between those crimson lips.  I suppose it's
a combination of an oral fixation, slow, sensual, feminine movements,
and the idea that smoking is a little naughty that makes it so
exciting for me to watch her.  My cock was blood-filled and thick with
arousal underneath a masking layer of suds.  

    Eventually her cigarette neared its end and I let my eyelids slip
closed once again.  I could have become drowsy that way, listening to
the quiet crackle of the bubbles popping around my in the water, but
once again a sound that I heard caused my attention to focus on Kelly.
It was the buzzing of one of her vibrators, and I saw when I opened my
eyes that she had slipped half of its length inside her closely
trimmed twat while using her other hand to tweak her nipples.

    I love watching Kelly masturbate.  There are nights, believe it or
not, that I would almost rather jack off watching her fuck herself
with a dildo than have actual intercourse.  Of course, I'm a very
visual person, but there's nothing sexier to me than watching her in
pleasure like that...like now.  I could see her juices glistening in
the candlelight as she worked the buzzing toy back and forth in her
cunt.  She began to moan softly and dipped a finger into her pussy,
then licked it clean while looking me in the eyes.  She knows how sexy
I find it when she tastes herself.  
    
    Seeing that she now had my full attention, she moved the vibrator
onto her clit and ran four fingers across and through her gash,
coating them in her nectar.  Then she made an obvious show of licking
the sticky cream from them, parting her fingers slightly to make sure
I saw the strings of juice stretched between them before her tongue
lapped them away.  I groaned in response and heard her chuckle softly.

    Suddenly she was on her knees next to the tub, her hand seeking my
cock underneath the suds.  She began stroking me and leaned in for a
sloppy deep kiss.  I could strongly taste the flavor of her pussy on
her mouth and it excited me tremendously.  It was clear that she was
very aroused and had been so for some time, and she was copiously wet.
After a few minutes of kissing her essence into every corner of my
mouth, she reluctantly came up for air.

    "That was so hot," I broke the silence with the first words spoken
in nearly a half hour.

    "You thought so, hmm?" she whispered.  "I've been very horny
today."

    "I can see that.  And I like it a lot.  What brought that on?"

    "Well, I was thinking about what we were talking about last
night," she whispered, kissing me softly in between the words.  My
cock jumped when she said that and I felt her lips curl upwards in a
smile.  She kept stroking me firmly and continued.  "I got so horny
that I fingered myself.  Well, at first I fingered myself.  Then I
went and got the big dildo out."  

    I knew when one she meant - it was 12" inches long and well over 2
�" thick.  It was my favorite toy to use on her, but she rarely used
it alone because she thought it was a little too much to handle unless
she was really turned on.

    "I...well, I was imagining it was him.  When I put it inside me it
felt so good, so big...just like when he used to slide into me and I
felt so stretched out inside."  My cock was drooling precome onto her
hand and she was smearing it around my flesh.  I could hear the
vibrator still and it was clear that she was fucking herself with it
while she spoke.  We were both incredibly aroused.

    "I came so hard imagining it was him in me.  And afterwards I was
still horny, so I knew you were going to be in trouble tonight.  But
then I was doing some housecleaning and I found something."

    "What?" I gasped as she fondled my balls.

    "Mike's phone number."

    I made the intended mental connection very quickly and she must
have noticed it instantly as my cock swelled even more.  "You didn't
call him, did you?"

    "I don't know...maybe," she teased, tracing my lips with her
tongue.  "Doyou think I should?  Who knows what might happen if I
dialed that number.  I'd probably want to fuck him again for real.  Or
maybe I did call it, and something happened..."

    Kelly was such a fucking incredible tease.  I was almost incapable
of coherent speech by that point.  "You didn't." I finally managed.

    "Didn't I?" It was a dangerous question, full of unknowns and
innuendo.

    "You're kind of quiet," she said dramatically.  "Maybe I should
just throw the number away and be done with it."

    "No!" I gasped loudly.  It just came out without any thought.

    I heard her amused chuckles again and she worked my dick faster,
the skin stretched tautly around it.  "So you think I should keep it
then," she confirmed.  "I guess there's no reason to keep it if I'm
not going to call him - that's pretty clear, right?  But then if I
call him, what am I going to tell him?  Maybe I should just be honest
and tell him I've been thinking about that huge cock of his and ask if
he wants to fuck me again for old time's sake?"

    She slid towards the middle of the tub and put those red lips
around my cock, sucking me hard.  She knew that I was on the edge
anyway and she wanted to bring me off in her mouth.  It didn't take
long.  I kept imagining her on her back with her legs wrapped around
his ass, pulling him into her with that thick cock.  I felt the rush
of semen erupt from my cock and fill her mouth as her head bobbed on
me.  She swallowed most of it around my shaft and licked me clean,
finally lifting her head from me.  She moved to my face and kissed me
deeply once again and I could taste myself in her mouth.  She's never
done that before, but I think she's become so accustomed to me eating
her used pussy after we have fucked that it simply felt natural to
her.

    As she had anticipated, I was still aroused.  I stood and she
threw me a towel.

    "Now that we got that out of the way, you should be able to last a
long time.  Meet me in the bedroom.  I need to be fucked very badly
right now."

**********

    "So you're going to do it then?" Tara's voice inquired over the
handset.

   Kelly had told her most, if not all, of the details of the previous
night's encounter over the telephone the next day.  Her friend was
incredulous at both Kelly's audacity, and the effect it had on me.  

    "I don't know," Kelly admitted.  She took a pull from her
cigarette.  "It's not that I don't want to - I do.  I really want to.
But when I said all that stuff to him, I was just making most of it
up.  I hadn't even looked for the number at that point, but I wanted
to see how he'd react."

    "You have the number now though, don't you?"

    "Hell yeah!  I found it after he fell asleep!"

    Tara laughed.  "OK, let me get this straight.  Your husband is
really turned on by the idea of you fucking this guy and basically
gave you the green light.  You yourself admit that the guy has the
biggest dick you've ever fucked and you're turned on by the idea too.
But you're not sure if you're going to call him?  Forgive me - if I
were you I'd be on my hands and knees in front of this guy right now
and my husband would be the last thing I was thinking of.  Shit, if
you don't do it, maybe I'll have to fuck this guy myself and let your
husband watch since he's so interested in it!"

    Kelly burst into peals of laughter at that.  "He'd probably love
that.  He's always thought you were sexy anyway and I'm sure he'd jump
at the chance to see you naked, much less having sex with anyone.
But," she continued, "You make a good point.  I don't know why I just
don't go ahead and call.  He's probably married now anyway.  Or he
hates me or wouldn't want to screw me regardless."

    "Don't be silly, Kelly.  I know half a dozen guys that would line
up to fuck you.  I've heard my husband and his friends talk about you
when they think I'm not around.  If you 
call this guy, you're going to sleep with him, period."

**********

    "Hello?" answered a deep male voice.  She recognized it instantly.

    "Hi Mike.  It's Kelly," she introduced herself, giving him her
maiden name since he probably wouldn't know her married name.  It
hadn't been as easy to find him as she'd thought, since he had moved
twice and his phone number had changed.

    "Kelly?  Holy shit, I haven't talked to you in...I don't know,
what, seven years?  How are you?"

    They made small talk for a couple of minutes, during which Kelly
discovered that he had married and divorced, talked about being
married herself, and generally caught up.  Eventually, the question
came.  She'd known it would and although she had tested several
answers out in front of the mirror, she found it very hard to respond.

    "So Kelly, not to be impolite or anything, but...why are you
calling me?  After all this time, and you've got a husband and all..."

    "I want to see you," she said directly.

    She could hear him taking a deep breath before responding.
"You're not talking about leaving your husband here, or dating me, are
you?"

   "No.  I've been thinking about...old times.  Do you want to see
me?"

   He laughed into the phone.  "Kelly, when we broke up I would have
done just about anything to be with you again.  Oh, I knew we didn't
have anything to base a relationship on, but...the sex was amazing."

    "Yes, it was."  She gave him her address quickly, before her nerve
broke.  "Can you come this afternoon?" she asked, trembling.  She had
arranged for Tara's husband John to invite Biff to a ball game.

**********

    It was awkward at first, of course.  Less than two hours after she
hung up the phone she heard his knock at the door.  It was just the
right amount of time for her to get herself looking amazing but not
long enough to chicken out.  Of course she had some second thoughts
during that time.  After all, everything was happening so fast.  Only
a week had passed since she discovered, quite by accident, the effect
that this subject had on me.  And in literally a couple of days, it
was moving from her telling sexy stories from her past to her sleeping
with a man who was not her husband.  

    She had nervously checked her appearance in the mirror four times
already, telling herself that the medium-length jean skirt and
spaghetti-string orange tank top she was wearing were alluring without
being obvious.  The top certainly exposed enough cleavage to attract
men's glances on the street, but couldn't be described as anything
more risqu� then casual summer wear.  Her hair was artfully
manipulated to appear casually sexy, and she wore just a light amount
of makeup including a soft mocha lipstick that she had enhanced with a
clear gel gloss that made her lips glisten wetly.

    She had just lit a cigarette to calm her nerves before her arrived
when the knock came.  Her stomach jumped at the sound and she felt a
flush of heat between her legs.  Apparently Tara had been right - he
still wanted her after all these years.  She opened the door and
smiled at him, ushering him inside.  They hugged somewhat
uncomfortably, not quite sure how to treat one another.  She noticed
instantly that he still looked great and clearly took good care of
himself.

    For his part, Mike gave her a good long look up and down before
commenting.  "You look great.  Even better than when we were together,
and that's hard to top.  Your husband's a very lucky guy."

    Kelly took a nervous drag from her cigarette, not trusting herself
to respond immediately.  Mike glanced at her questioningly.  "You
didn't used to smoke before, did you?"

   "Only occasionally," she answered.  "Usually when I was out at the
bars with my girlfriends and that sort of thing.  I guess I never did
it in front of you for some reason.  I smoke more now, but not that
much.  But when I'm nervous..."

    He stepped closer to her.  She could feel the warmth of his body
as he approached and her skin tingled with desire and excitement.  

    "You're not nervous now, are you?" he said quietly.

   She shook her head, but the truth was that she was trembling
slightly.  Mike looked her in the eyes and pulled her to him.  Her
head automatically tilted backwards and her lips parted as she readied
herself for the kiss that she knew was coming.  And so it did,
tentatively at first but with rapidly rising passion.  She kissed him
back hard, the feeling familiar from her memories, but new because it
had been so long since she had been with any other man.  She felt his
member swelling between his legs to press against her.

    Her hand fell between them to touch it.  "God, you've got such an
incredible cock," she whispered.  "Fuck me."

    She led him to the bedroom and turned to kiss him again in the
doorway.  Her hands were already unbuttoning his shirt and jeans,
pushing them off of his hips.  Soon his dick was hanging free, not yet
fully erect and already over 10" long.  She dropped to her knees and
took him into her mouth.  His thickness and length made it impossible
for her to get much of his cock inside of her lips at one time, so she
slowly jacked him with both hands while licking the head and the base
of his shaft.  Traces of her lipstick smudged off on his dick but she
barely noticed as she tasted his musky flavor.  Soon he pulled her up
to face him and kissed her again, fondling her large breasts through
the tank top.

    "You have the best tits," he said hungrily.  "Big but not too big,
and all real."  She pulled her top off and pressed her bare fleshy
mounds into his hands, feeling his palms move in circles about her
nipples.  She quickly shed her skirt and panties as well and backed
away to lie on the bed with her legs spread.

    She might have felt in the past that Mike wasn't the sharpest tool
in the shed, but it didn't take a college degree to recognize the
invitation presented by the damp triangle at the juncture of her
parted legs.  "You don't have as much hair down there any more," he
noted.

    "I trim it really close nowadays.  Now shut up and fuck me."  Now
that she was really going through with it, Kelly's confidence had
returned.  She knew exactly what she wanted and was determined to get
it.  Right now, the "it" was the thick baseball bat swinging between
her ex-boyfriend's thighs.

    Mike needed no more encouragement.  He lay down atop her and
rubbed his plum-sized head through her moist slit, coating it with her
sticky cream.  "Do you want me to put on a condom?" he asked suddenly.

   "No," she told him, moving her hips to start him inside of her.  He
met her upward motion with a long, steady thrust that buried his
entire shaft in her hot hole.  Kelly moaned deeply the whole time as
the sensation of being wonderfully, completely filled passed through
her.  He really wasn't that much bigger than her largest dildo - well,
maybe a little thicker - but there was something so different, and so
much more fulfilling, about a warm flesh and blood cock stretching her
like this.

    And stretching was the right term for it.  There was a bit of
discomfort - not a lot, but some.  Yet it was just as she remembered,
a unique sensation of being filled with more than she was really meant
to handle, and the awakening of every nerve in her vagina.  She moaned
again and clenched her pussy muscles around his cock, the better to
feel him.  And this was before they were even fucking.  All he had
done so far was simply put his cock inside of her.

    "I'm really doing it," she screamed out mentally.  "I'm fucking
another man.  I'm cheating on my husband in his own bed, even if he
did basically give me the okay.  He's inside me right now and...oh
God...oh fuck!"  Somewhere at that point her musings turned into
vocalizations and she became aware of her own voice crying own,
swearing.  Mike was fucking her now, with long strokes that nearly
withdrew from her entirely, leaving her feeling empty and loose, and
then back in again until his balls slapped her ass and she felt his
cock spearing her cervix while her cunt-flesh strained to accommodate
the mass.

    She came, over and over.  Kelly is a woman who generally staves
off her own orgasm until I have come because she only gets one at a
time.  Even in the past with Mike she had never experienced multiple
orgasms rippling through her like this.  But something in the way he
was relentlessly pounding her, along with the illicit manner of the
affair triggered her in a new way and she felt her pussy oozing from
the discharges of her climaxes.

    Mike was sweating and grunting as he hammered my wife's pussy with
his massive prick.  He looked down at her reddened cunt lips and felt
his balls tightening.  "Oh Christ, Kelly!  I'm getting close.  I'm
gonna fucking come!  Where do you want it?"

    "Inside me," she cried, kissing him and jabbing her tongue into
his mouth.  "Fucking come inside me!"

    He did, exploding with a torrent of jism that more than filled
her.  His orgasm was intense and lasted for many seconds, and each
time that she thought he was finished, she felt another blast of his
come empty itself deep inside of her.  Finally it ended, and he pulled
out with a sticky plop.  She reached between her legs and found her
pussy hanging ridiculously open with sperm oozing out in a flow.

    Kelly reached for the nightstand and lit a cigarette.  "That was
incredible," she breathed tiredly at him.  "I remember it being good,
but not that good."

    "I know," he murmured, his hands caressing her breasts and
stomach.  "I want to see you again."

    "I don't know.  I'll have to think about it."

   He nodded and, sensing the moment had passed, quietly gathered his
clothes.  He kissed her goodbye and let himself out as she lay quietly
in bed, smoking and thinking of how she wanted to let me know what had
happened.  Finally a smile crossed her face and she pressed her legs
together and rolled onto her side, falling into a dream-filled sleep.

**********

    "I'm home," I called out as I opened the door.  "Where are you?"

    "In bed, taking a nap," Kelly answered.

    In no particular hurry, I made my way to the bedroom.  She was
half covered by a sheet and appeared to be totally naked, which was
unusual for her.  In fact, she typically napped on the couch, not on
the bed.

    "I called him," she volunteered.  She rolled over to face me, her
hips and legs covered by the sheet.

    I felt my pulse quicken and my dick stir, but I tried to act
nonchalant about it.  "Oh sure...like you called him yesterday,
right?"  Yet something in her manner told me that today she wasn't
teasing.

    She took my hand and pressed it firmly to her right breast with
both of her own hands.  "Kiss me," she commanded, parting her lips,
which I now noticed were smeared with faint traces of lipstick.  I
kissed her and tasted the delicious flavor of her mouth.  She slowly
but firmly began pushing my hand down her body with her own hands.  I
felt the skin change under my touch from the soft, pliable flesh of
her breast, to the taut smoothness of her stomach, to the closely
trimmed pubic hair above her crotch as we moved under the sheet, to
the gaping wetness of her stretched pussy, covered with and oozing
come.  She kissed me all the while, wordlessly letting my touch make
the discovery.

    I felt my stomach tumble as my hand reached her cunt.  She was so
obviously fucked that it would have been impossible to miss it.  Her
hands pressed my fingers inside of her, forcing me to explore her
carnal tunnel.  Soon I had four fingers easily inside of her and no
sign of discomfort - I had only once used all four fingers in her and
it had been so tight that I was barely able to do it.  My cock was
ready to explode already.

    Kelly broke the kiss.  "I'll tell you all about it while you eat
me."  She used her hands again to urge me down to her well-used pussy.
I was incredibly aroused and ready to do anything she asked of me.  I
put my mouth on her and began licking, and her moans filled the air as
she began her story.  I knew from the excitement in her voice how much
she had enjoyed her lover and that turned me on too.  Soon she came
from my licking and pulled me up to slide inside of her.  

    She was messy inside.  It wasn't just sloppy seconds, it was like
she had been fucked my multiple men.  Her cunt was wide open to my
cock and I'd never felt her this way.  Needless to say, I came quickly
and added my load to the come pooling inside of her already.  It was a
powerfully erotic moment for us both as I fucked my wife in the same
bed where just hours before she had cheated on me.

    Afterwards, as we lay together, we talked.  She was smoking and as
usual, watching her brought my tired cock back to life, aided by the
vivid images of my wife with another man that were now etched into my
mind.  She laughed and kissed me with her smoky mouth, climbing on top
to let my cock slip up her pussy.  She was tightening up once again as
the effects of the massive penetration wore off, but she was still
loose in a sexy, slutty way.  She rocked her hips upon me, taking a
long drag from her cigarette, and then for effect, popped the
question.

    "So, do you think I should keep his number?"

**********

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