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Already Taken
by Morse (morseerotica@gmail.com)

***

Making love to my unusually aroused wife, I find my 
wife somewhat already full. (MF, wife, cuck)

***

I came home from work, to find a most unusual sight. My 
wife, hair wet, obviously just out of the shower, 
dressed only in her dressing gown, which was sticking 
in all the right places.

She knew how to turn me on, and, sauntering up to me, 
stroked my package gently through my trousers. In a few 
seconds she had them off, and she kneeled down, 
gripping my newly hard cock, long, thick and veiny, 
with an engorged pink tip. She gently caressed my 
balls, and returned to my cock, that after being 
stroked lovingly but briefly, disappeared into between 
her moist, brown lips.

After a minute of sheer pleasure, I began to speak, 
eager to know what had made her so horny. She quickly 
stood up, and put her finger to my mouth to shush me, 
before my words were fully out.

Stepping back, leaning against a kitchen worktop, my 
beautiful wife dropped her gown. Her breasts - the most 
beautiful I had ever seen - were sexy and swollen, and 
her pert nipples stood out in a display of sexual 
eagerness. I glanced at my pussy. Her tuft of brown her 
glistened with the water from the shower, but her pussy 
glisten with another kind of moisture - the kind of 
moisture only a woman's pussy provides, for a man she 
loves - or a man she is about to make love to.

My wife jumped up and sat back on the kitchen worktop, 
and spread her legs wide open. I kissed her gently on 
the mouth and, stroking her luscious breasts with my 
hands, moving my tongue down to her hot brown nipples.

She moaned gently at the flick of my tongue, and 
knowing what turned on my wife of ten years, I began to 
move my tongue down her body, heading for that sexy 
pussy that I could see glistening, dripping, in the 
bright kitchen light.

My wife always liked my going down on her, and though I 
rarely let her come from this, she almost never said 
no. Today was an exception - heading for her pussy, she 
grabbed my head tightly between her hands and drew my 
face up to hers.

"No," she said, "don't lick me." I felt her gentle 
touch on my balls, then, running her hand up my shaft 
with her fingers on either side, she grasped my cock 
and pulled it towards her cunt. The tip of my cock 
nestled just between her swollen pussy lips, which were 
absolutely dripping wet, in a way I'd never felt 
before. "Just fuck me, please, just fuck me now," she 
begged.

Unwilling and unable to resist such a command, I began 
to slowly push my member into her mound. She was so 
incredibly wet, so incredibly lubricated, that I 
slipped in with no effort at all. Looking down, as I 
watched the tip of my cock disappear and that veiny 
thick shaft penetrate my beautiful wife, a small drip 
of thick, white fluid appeared at the mouth of my 
wife's pussy, engorged with my shaft not quite half way 
in.

I froze, in shock, though my cock started twitching in 
renewed erotic ecstasy. My pause was broken by my 
wife's gentle voice: "Fuck me, please. Fuck me now," 
she begged. I looked into her face, and saw a cool 
expression, controlled, knowing exactly what it wanted. 
"Give me your cock. Fuck me."

I looked down, and began pushing my shaft slowly and 
deeply into my wife's tunnel. I could feel her pussy 
was swollen, excited. The foreign cum that filled her 
cunt oozed out and dripped on the floor as I pushed my 
long shaft in deeper and deeper. In ten years, I had 
never known her this aroused; she moaned gently as 
every wrinkle of skin, every vein on my cock pushed 
past her lips into that hot, swollen hole.

Gripping my shaft tight with her vagina, my wife 
grasped by backside with her hands and pulled hard. She 
grunted loudly as my cock penetrated her deeply. The 
other man's cum glistened on her pussy lips as I 
withdrew my penis, and began the next stroke. My wife 
jerked her hands again, and pulled me deeply inside 
her. Looking up, I saw her staring into my eyes. "Fuck 
me, cum in me," she said, not begging this time, but 
telling.

I began to pump gently, with long strokes, but slow, 
tickling her recently used pussy with my cock shape. I 
felt her gorgeous breasts rubbing gently against my 
chest as I moved, and began to wonder about the man who 
must have made love against these very breasts only a 
few hours ago. My wife, almost reading my mind, excited 
me further, "he fucked me, he came in me. He left so 
much cum inside me."

I began to move faster and harder, knowing my wife had 
been engaged in the act of love with another man - 
another set of hands on her breasts, another set of 
lips teasing her pussy, another cock, feeling a new 
strength of orgasm from her that I hadn't felt in ten 
years.

In a second, I knew who she'd been fucking. I'd been 
teasing her for weeks about a new guy she'd mentioned 
at work - she'd started out by mentioning how she liked 
the way he looked, and that he was flirty with her. I 
encouraged her to flirt with him. She told me that he'd 
glance at her during meetings, and that she'd catch his 
eye, and give him a sexy smile. She wore low cut tops 
for meetings she knew he'd be at - and especially low 
cut tops for times when she knew they'd be alone.

Reading my mind again, she said, "yes, it was him. He 
took me, he had me, just like you feared. We screwed, 
we made love..." her words were cut short by an 
ecstatic, orgasmic moan; the motion of my cock, the 
touch of my cock tip inside her pussy mixing with the 
memory of his.

At the beginning of the week, I had encouraged her to 
continue teasing this man. I knew he would screw her 
without a second thought. Though obviously jealous at 
the thought of another man touching that which I'd had 
exclusively for the last ten years, the thought of her 
with this man turned me on; the thought of her being in 
orgasmic throes, impaled on the cock of another man, 
filling her beautiful pussy, which had known only me, 
with his hot white seed.

We continued to screw, and my wife, impatient with my 
pace, withdrew me and rolled me over on my back. Now 
sitting on top of me, my wife sat straight down on my 
swollen cock, shimmering with this other mans cum which 
inhabited her crotch.

While she was fucking me hard - I'm not convinced she 
was fucking me in her mind - I asked, "what did you do 
with him? How did it start? How did he take you?" The 
comment made her moan, shivering in pre-orgasmic 
ecstasy. "Tell me," I pleaded.

She had been wearing a very low cut top that day; she 
must have known she'd be alone with him. A sexy short 
blouse, with a skirt that must have been teasingly 
accessible, had given me an unfulfilled hard on from 
when she was dressed until she walked out the door. At 
the end of the afternoon, she had had her meeting with 
him. Like she was reading mine now, he had apparently 
read her mind over the previous few days. He was 
dressed in a very flattering shirt, and flattering 
tight trousers that hinted at, but did not quite 
reveal, the sexy package restrained within.

Very quickly, she was leaning down on the table, 
ostensibly talking about financial statistics, but with 
her phenomenal breasts - and, to his amazement - the 
tops of her stunning brown nipples, visible to him. 
Pausing talking for a second, to touch her lips with 
her tongue and throw him a telling glance, she stood 
up. She wanted this man so badly, her rapidly 
moistening pussy ached with desire. 

She started to worry that she'd guessed wrongly, that 
he wasn't interested, that she'd misread the signals. 
She began to think of her me, her husband, when she saw 
it. A huge, rising bulge; rising in his trousers, that 
he tried desperately to hide. He turned red; he knew 
she saw, the direction and duration of her glance 
telling him all he needed to know. All thought of me, 
her husband, was banished from her mind. 

My wife of ten years walked around the table, to move 
next to her soon-to-be lover. Standing right in front 
of him, so he could fully take in the hidden awe of her 
sexiness beneath that skirt, she deliberately dropped a 
pencil on the floor. She bent down to pick it up. Her 
skirt rose, and he saw her thin silk panties, soaking 
wet with the juice from her pussy that her unbridled 
lust had produced.

Having bent down, she paused. A second passed. She 
began to wonder, and doubt, if she'd made a terrible 
mistake. If his flirting had just been flirting, if 
she'd just taken it one step too far.

She did not have to wonder for long. My wife's lover 
slid his hand gently between her panties and her 
backside, and pulling back, he saw for the first time 
that beautiful brown haired pussy, that had only I had 
felt and that had only ever felt my cock. It almost 
glowed red with desire, the hot blood now pumping 
quickly around her sexual mound.

His forefinger extended, her slid down further, pushing 
aside her lips, and gentling penetrating her tunnel. 
She almost orgasmed right then.

My wife and I hadn't made love in several days, so no 
traces of my deposits remained. Her new lover didn't 
ask any questions. Instead, he began to lick her pussy. 
My wife's pussy. He teased its folds with his tongue, 
expertly licking both slowly and quickly just as 
required.

My wife turned over and, perching on the table, began 
to hurriedly remove his clothing. He almost tore hers 
off, pulling down her skirt and sodden panties, 
revealing her hard-on inducing breasts by pulling her 
top and bra away as one. Her hands were not slower. 
First, she had open his tie-free shirt, his hairy, 
toned and manly chest pulsing with his muscle 
movements. Then she moved downwards. Quickly undoing 
his belt, she slid down his trousers, a bulge of 
enormous proportions beneath his tight boxer shorts.

Her adulterous hands rubbed over his cock, twitching 
with excitement beneath his shorts. She undid one of 
the buttons of the shorts. As if on command, his huge 
hard cock sprang from within his shorts. As long as 
mine, but thicker, his curved cock quivered, the tip 
glistening with precum.

My wife touched it gently at first with her tongue, 
then began to suck him deeply, sexily and lustfully, 
just as she had sucked me later. As he neared orgasm, 
she stopped. He looked questioningly at my wife; he 
didn't understand the depth of her desire, but he soon 
would.

Turning once more, she leant over the table, the cold 
surface of the table teasing her excited breasts, the 
wet folds of her pussy lips, presented towards her 
lover from between her buttocks, exciting him. He 
didn't hesitate to begin rubbing his mighty pole 
between the lips of her sex. "I need to feel your cum", 
my wife commanded him. "And, your husband?" her lover 
asked as his tip, yet still larger than mine, continued 
to part her lips and caress the entrance to her hole.

The though of me, her husband, did not take hold. "Fuck 
me," she said simply. His long cock slipped inside, a 
new cock, a cock her pussy had never felt before. It 
felt good, amazingly good. This new cock, thicker than 
mine, unfolded her wet pussy tunnel before it, sending 
orgasmic vibes through her body. As her new lover 
pumped behind her, as she fucked doggy-style, for the 
first time, a man who was not her husband, she had an 
orgasm the likes of which she had never had, even on 
her wedding night. At the same time, he exploded within 
her. His white cum flooded her pussy: her pussy, that 
was virgin to all not her husband, was literally filled 
with the seed of this other man. The deed had been 
done.

As my wife finished her tale of sex, I neared 
completion. My cock slipped smoothly in and out of her 
over-lubricated cunt. Sensing the state of my 
excitement, she tightened her pussy muscles, gripping 
my cock within. As I neared orgasm, my wife spoke to 
me, "cum in me," she said, "cum in me like he did. I've 
been fucked by another man. Make me yours again. Cum in 
me now."

It tipped me over the edge, and I came inside my wife, 
shooting my hot white syrup inside my wife's cunt. My 
cum mixed with his cum - her lover's cum. The final jet 
of my spunk pushed my wife over the edge for the second 
time that day, her hot orgasm drawing that mixture of 
my cum, and her lover's cum, into her womb.

I withdrew, my cock glistening. I looked at my cock, 
and then at her pussy. As she breathed quickly in 
recovery from her orgasm, her red, swollen lips 
contrasted with the white liquid oozing once more from 
between them. Her cunt had now known another cock, and 
I had fucked her after it.

Nothing was the same again.

END

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