I picked my wife up from the end of one of my ex-workmate's street after she'd gone to his house one Sunday afternoon whilst his wife was out. He'd ordered her not to bother wearing a bra or panties, so when I got there she was standing on the corner shivering in just a skimpy white top, a blue denim miniskirt and white shoes. His cum was still trickling out of her, but we couldn't do much when we got home until our kids were as1eep.
When I finally got her into bed there was no hiding the fact that she'd been fucked hard and fucked well. Her pussy was still red, puffy and gaping open and I surprised her by being eager to get down there and lick her out. She tasted good, her familiar juices now mixed with a new ingredient. She felt different when I fucked her too, wetter than usual, used and more open. He'd been after my wife for years and had finally got he wanted.
Peter C