My wife Debbie and I agreed from the start that 1) she wouldn't go with anyone I knew so I couldn't put a face to the name, and 2) that she'd always use condoms to avoid passing on any STIs to me. She'd had an hysterectomy so pregnancy wasn't an issue, though she did like to tell her lovers that she was married and didn't want any more babies.
This all changed when Mick appeared as a friend's request on her Facebook and they were soon messaging and texting one another every day. You will note that he didn't request me, though we had worked together for a time. We weren't what you'd call mates, in fact he would often put me down at work and criticise the way I did the job.
Debbie would sometimes show me their conversations online and on occasions I would even be beside her in bed suggesting how she replied. She'd told me that Mick had actually asked her out years before when we worked together but she'd said no. She was a good girl then! This time she was more open to his advances and when she told me that she thought she was "getting into something I can't get out of", I heard myself say to her, "Well, if you want to take it further, you can." I surprised myself, as I can't say I particularly liked the guy, but Debbie clearly did.
One Sunday afternoon, whilst I was taking the kids somewhere, Debbie disappeared off out in a taxi. later, she texted me and asked to be picked up from a street in another part of town, not far from where Mick lived. He lived with his wife and her daugh ter, so I naively didn't think anything would have happened, but i found out later that they had gone out for the day so Mick had invited my wife over.
When I got there, Debbie was standing on the corner shivering in a skimpy white top and a blue denim mini-skirt. No tights, no bra and i soon discovered, no knickers. "Well, that wasn't all that!", she said as she got in the car. I was almost speechless as the realisation hit me. "What? You fucked him?" "Yep!", she replied with a big grin on her face. "You'd better get me home quick. I can feel it leaking out of me." "What, he didn't use anything?", I queried. "Nope!", she replied again, still with that grin on her face.
At home laying on our bed, it was only too clear that my wife had been recently fucked and fucked well. Mick had waited the best part of 20 years to get Debbie into bed and had wasted no time pounding her for all he was worth. Her shaved pussy was red and puffy, gaping open still with his cum oozing out of her. I buried my face between her legs and could taste how wet she was, lapping at her familiar juices, but this time with an added ingredient, the taste of Mick's cum. We played a little game whereby Debbie teased me, pretending at first that I didn't even know she'd been out. let alone where and certainly not who with and what they done. This just made me more and more turned on as she made me "try" and guess who she'd gone to meet, teasing me that it was someone I knew, someone I didn't like very much, making me suggest men who it might have been until i got to Mick and she confessed that it was him that had fucked her earlier. "Sorry babe", she said, still smiling.
I couldn't wait any longer and I mounted my wife. My first ever sloppy seconds. Although she had said that Mick's cock was a lot smaller than mine ("his erect is the size of your's soft") he'd fucked her hard and opened her up. She felt looser, wetter and very sloppy with his cum still inside her, such that she was no where near as tight as usual and it made my cock feel smaller. Knowing that Mick had just delivered the ultimate put-down by fucking my wife was so humil ating, yet so arousing I very soon added my own load to his. We'd both loved it, as of course did Mick.
Peter C
