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Infidelity
by Spiller (address defunct)

***

A man has a suspicion that his wife is cheating on him. 
But soon finds out that it could be a good thing if she 
is. (MF, rough)

***

The last 8 or 9 months sex with my wife Kirsten has run 
like on turbo, and probably she does not have a clue 
that I know what she is doing.

I became suspicious that she was quietly getting herself 
a bit of strange cock on the side. I have to admit that 
at first I got somewhat jealous, but before long I 
realised, that in no way did it spoil our love and sex. 
On the contrary. She had become quite a lot more horny 
than usual when she was in bed with me, so for a while I 
decided to shut up, enjoy the fucking and do nothing 
until I was certain.

For many years she had come home from work precise as a 
clockwork at 3:30 pm, but now she suddenly 'had to' flex 
once a week, usually on Wednesdays, and she would not be 
home until six o'clock. She told me all right that she 
didn't leave for work until 10:30 on those days, but 
that was out of my control, as I would leave at 7:00 in 
the morning.

Another change was, that on these Wednesdays she was 
rather quick taking a shower as soon as we had had 
dinner and the dishes were cleaned and put away. Later, 
when she was sitting in our sofa in her housecoat and a 
short nightgown I did not need much persuasion to bring 
her to bed, and on these occasions she would become 
extremely horny. And that was when I got the suspicion.

So one Wednesday evening, when she got home at six 
o'clock as usual, I pretended that everything was 
business as usual. Again, when the table had been 
cleared she made preparations to go to the bathroom, but 
I intercepted her right in front of our living room 
sofa. 

I pushed her down on her back and in a few minutes I had 
pulled her slacks and blouse off, and from then on I had 
absolutely no doubts. From her greasy panties rose an 
unmistakable smell of sex, and when I got my hand down 
into them I got sure that she had received a good load 
during the afternoon.

I massaged her clitoris and her lovely pointed tits for 
a while, and as usual she very quickly got so horny that 
there was no way back. She was always like that: When 
her cunt starts dripping she loses all her inhibitions 
and she just wants to get plenty of cock.

To my great surprise all my jealousy disappeared like 
water on a hot stone and instead I got violently horny 
at the thought that she had been fucking someone else in 
the afternoon. 

Soon the devil was brought out in me and quickly I 
pulled off her panties and started to kiss my way from 
her tits down to her belly and further on to her heavily 
smelling cunt. Another sign to make me sure: Normally 
she would spread her legs when she feels my tongue is on 
its way, but this time she tried to push me away and she 
panted, "Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

But no way. I simply had to taste that thoroughly fucked 
cunt. I pried her legs open, and when my tongue for the 
first time travelled from her vagina up to her clitoris 
I could clearly taste that something new was added to 
the flavour. 

Suddenly she behaved like she was posessed. A few lashes 
of my tongue on her clitoris and then I let it wander to 
the entrance of her vagina, where I stuck it in as far 
as I could. With the tip of my tongue I fished out some 
of the juices and sank them, and at that moment she 
started yelling, "Damn you! My cunt's on fire! You are a 
bloody horny sod, you're making me so horny. Oh my god, 
fuck me harder, HARDER! DO IT DO IT!"

By this time I grabbed her wrists, and as I rolled over 
until I was stretched out flat on the floor I pulled her 
with me and dragged her up until she was straddling my 
chest with her cunt right in front of my mouth. 

I let go of her wrists and grabbed her arse so I could 
pull her the rest of the way up to my mouth. Still I 
worked my tongue in and out of her cunt, and now my nose 
was rubbing her clit. Now her juices could run right out 
of her hole and into my mouth, and the thought that I 
was drinking her juice and another guy's semen - right 
out of the cunt which up till now had been only mine - 
made my cock grow another little bit until it almost 
hurt me.

By now Kirsten was completely wild with lust. She moved 
her hands up so she could work her tits through, and at 
the same time she was grinding her cunt real hard 
against my mouth. At the same time her little cries and 
her panting changed into yelling. Incoherent words of 
cunt, fuck, hell, cock - that her cunt was on fire - 
that she was a whore - that she could easily come four 
or five times more (I didn't even feel sure she had 
already come once). 

Suddenly she squeezed her thighs hard around my head and 
pressed her cunt so hard on my face that I couldn't 
breathe - and then she started shaking all over and she 
was yelling without any care that the neighbours could 
hear her.

When I couldn't go any longer without air I slapped her 
arse hard which made her ease off a little. Then I 
pushed her down towards my cock. Her cunt was leaving a 
wet trail on my chest and belly, and then she slipped 
herself down upon my cock. She was like a hot bath ! Her 
cunt was enormous and dripping wet. 

When she had lowered herself almost all the way down she 
let my long cock push her cervix back and forth, and 
then she sunk down the rest of the way. And then she 
started fucking me. No other expression will cover. It 
was definitely not lovemaking! She'd fuck me with very 
fast small movements up and down for a while, and then 
she'd pull up so just the head of my cock was inside.

 Then she slammed herself down on me so I felt like my 
cock was going to come out of her throat. 7 or 8 of 
these violent fucks and she'd start coming again. All 
the time she was coming she ground her cunt against my 
hair and pubic bone so my cock felt most of all like a 
spoon stirring a bowl ! of hot soup.

After four or five of these wild fucks she began to look 
a bit fucked out, so quickly I grabbed her waist, turned 
her round without pulling my cock out of her.

"Now, you well-fucked whore. Pull your legs together and 
try to tighten up that wet hole of yours, because I can 
hardly feel anything."

"Oh, yes. It's so big and wet," she panted. "And you're 
so wonderful in bed."

She pressed her thighs together and did what she could 
to tighten the muscles of her vagina, and now I started 
to take my own pleasure out of her cunt setting the pace 
to give me maximum pleasure. At the same time I talked 
dirty to her. "Can you feel I'm using your cunt to 
masturbate? I'm using it for MY pleasure. All I want you 
to think of is that you want your cunt filled with my 
sperm. You have a whore's cunt and it is lovely to pull 
my cock off in."

"Oh, yes!" she panted. "Pull it off in my horny cunt. 
CUM! Give me your sperm. Do you like it when my cunt is 
a whore's cunt? Is it good enough for you?"

She was mewing like a little cat now, and I started 
forming pictures of her getting fucked this afternoon, 
and in a minute I started to come. With a roar I pushed 
all the way in, and when I started spurting into her it 
felt like her cunt was vibrating deep inside, - and God 
help me if she didn't start coming again.

Exhausted we fell into each other's arms. We talked a 
little about how wonderfully horny she had been, and a 
little later we were sleeping like two little logs on 
the marital bed.

We never mentioned why she had become that horny on 
Wednesday number one, but for the last 8 months she has 
not been that busy getting her shower after supper and 
we have had many a wonderful fuck in the living room, 
the bed or wherever we want. 

And if one Wednesday night we are a bit tired all I have 
to do is to say, "I think it would be nice to feel your 
thighs against my cheeks."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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