She Doesn't Know I Know
By Smal4u
I guess I was aware for a long time that our sex life was in trouble. Joyce and I had been married for over twenty two years and for at least the past five, our sex life has pretty much been non-existent. Even before that, we'd go weeks, even months without having sex and when we did, it wasn't very good for either of us. Don't get me wrong, I think that sex is good, even when it's bad, but I knew that I was not pleasing Joyce and what fun it is to slide your dick inside a pussy and only take a couple of strokes and shoot your load and know that there is no way that the sex was enjoyable for your wife. It reached the point that we both pretty much totally ignored each other when it came to sex.
I guess I should begin by telling you a little about us. I'm Barry and I'm 45 and my wife, Joyce, is 42. I already told you that we've been married for over twenty two years so we 're not spring chickens anymore. We both work long hours at demanding jobs. I guess it was a couple of years ago that we seemed to really get into the habit of her going to bed early and I would usually stay up late watching TV or being on the computer. She is an executive secretary to the President of a small engineering company, and leaves early in the morning, often before me. I don't know when or how it started but at some point during our troubles, I found myself going on the internet porn sites and reading stories and looking at pictures and jacking off and before long, it seemed that was easier and more pleasurable than going upstairs and fucking my wife when it was obvious that she didn't enjoy it and that I couldn't really provide her with the pleasure she deserved.
I may as well tell you a little more about her. As I said before, her name is Joyce and she is a pretty blond (not natural) with yellow green eyes. She's attractive and full bodied, and maybe even a bit on the plumper side, but I've never minded that and she is the kind of woman that I find quite attractive. Her hips and ass carry some extra padding, but they carry it well and she has a little bit of a belly protrusion, but the whole package on her looks good. At a 38C cup, her breasts are nice , and her nipples are nice and big. They used to be very responsive and one touch and they would practically tear their way through her bra, but as I said they used to be responsive but I don't get to touch them much anymore. Joyce has always been a fanatic about her looks and cleanliness. She showers in the mornings and often showers again after work in the evenings too. She has always kept her pussy shaved and sometimes even waxed except for a very little patch of hair above her pussy, and her pussy lips were always tight and buttery smooth. It's always been that way for as long as I can remember. I can still remember getting my hands into her panties for the first time, and being so turned on by how soft and smooth her pussy was and my favorite thing was eating her to numerous orgasms! As I tell you this, I remember that I haven't done that for several years now. While I'm telling you all of this, I guess I should admit that I know that the problem with our sex life is mine. Joyce always liked sex and I have always known that I'm on the "under endowed side" with a prety small dick (about 4and a half inches when it's hard) and with such a little dick, I've never been able to bring her of any other woman to an orgasm just by fucking but in the days when we did have a real sex life, I was always more than willing and able to satisfy her with my tongue and for most of our married years, that seemed to be enough and she never seemed to mind my little dick and was in the mood anytime that I wanted to do it, but for some reason, once I fell into the habit of jerking off to internet porn, I decided that was an easier way to get my pleasure than to go through the work of satisfying her sexually. I guess that's what happens when they say someone is hooked on porn!
About six months ago, Joyce informed me that there was going to be times when she was going to stay at work later in the evenings and that I would have to get my own dinner. She said that it wouldn't be that often, but said that the company was hurting financially and to make up for it and to try to get more business, she was going to have to do whatever was needed to get proposals and statements out faster and her boss said that might require her to work late a few nights a week. Given the shape of the economy and things, what she said made a lot of sense and she was very convincing. She even told me that her boss told her that she was a vital, part of the team there and that meant doing whatever she had to do to insure job security not only for herself but for others too. I was convinced and didn't think a lot about it, until I noticed that she began buying several new clothes that she said were for work. They weren't overly provocative by any means, but they were a lot different than those she had worn in the past.
She had always worn dresses which had been below the knees in length, and now I noticed that she began wearing skirts which were a lot shorter for her, not miniskirts mind you, after all she worked in a professional office, but they were now well above the knee and hit just below mid thigh and that was certainly a lot more skin for my wife to show. She opted for wearing tighter fitting and lower cut blouses too. Again, not too tight, but tight enough to accentuate her figure. The change might not have been noticed or considered substantial for most other people, but this was quite a change for my previously very conservative and somewhat prudish wife and I certainly took notice. The most significant change was to sexier undergarments. Gone were the generic colored beige or white panties of the past. She was now wearing, sexy, lacy and colored thongs and bikini cut panties. Her bras were also lacy and padded and cut to push up and accentuate her breasts and most of the bras were matched sets that went with whatever panties she chose. She even quit wearing pantyhose and began wearing thigh high hosiery instead.
When I asked her about it, all she said was that the lingerie made her feel better about herself, and the clothes made her feel younger. I told her I liked the new look, and she said she was happy that I noticed and that she hoped I wouldn't be mad about the money she spent on them and I assured her that I wouldn't.
True to her word, she began coming home late two and sometimes even three nights a week. Don't get me wrong, late for her wasn't much beyond 9:30 or 10:00pm, but that was very late for someone who was never home later than 5:00 or 5:30pm previously. I began to notice that on the evenings that she'd come home late, Joyce would always be in a hurry to get upstairs, telling me how tired she was and she would go straight upstairs and shower right away, brush her teeth, and change into her pajamas, before she would come back downstairs, to kiss me goodnight, and then go back up to bed.
This routine quickly began to become the normal pattern and I'm not even sure why, but I began to get suspicious. Finally, it reached the point that it was happening three nights a week every week and after almost 9 months of it, my suspicious thoughts finally got the best of me. I kept telling myself that I was just imagining the changes, but I knew that I had to know for sure. I decided to stake out her building at work and see what I could find out. I drove to a parking lot across a busy street from her office on one of the evenings she said she was working late. I had brought binoculars with me and after surveying the lot, I saw her car and felt relieved to know that she was there. I continued to wait and when it was almost 6:30 which was well after her normal quitting time and she hadn't come out, I started to think that I was a fool to suspect anything. How could I have ever suspected it was anything other than what she said? Something inside of me however told me I should continue to wait and I did. When 7:30 came and most of the other cars in the parking lot had left and most of the lights in the building were turned off, I was still I waiting, hoping to see her to come out. I continued to wait and the entire time, I was still expecting to see her come out the office at any minute since her car was still sitting there, all alone now.
At approximately 8:50 I could hear (and feel), the thump of deep bass rap music coming from a vehicle somewhere nearby. I looked up just as a late model Chrysler 300 pulled into her parking lot. It was black with huge chrome wheels and low profile tires and the windows were completely tinted black so you couldn't see in. The music was blaring as the car whipped into the lot and backed into a space right next to my wife's car. I was a little fearful for my wife's safety and was hoping that she wouldn't come out of her building just then. The car sat there for another 5 or 10 minutes as the music continued to thump and crank. Suddenly the music stopped and I watched as the driver got out. A very large and tall black man got out and walked around to the passenger side. His hair was in very tight corn rolls, he wore a goatee, and was dressed to the nines, looking very sharp. I guessed that he must have been around 6'4" or 6'5", and if he wasn't, he could easily pass for a pro athlete.
Now, all of this still meant nothing to me until the passenger door opened and I saw the black man hold his hand out and a lady, that I recognized immediately as my wife, took his hand and got out. He shut the door and, placed his hands on my wife's hips and was squeezing her ass. Right then, they were standing so that her back was to me and I watched as he bent down as she went to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed and it was a long deep kiss, and I thought that through the binoculars I could even see their tongue's swapping and I knew there was no way this was simply a "goodnight peck from a friend" . I was devastated. I was sick to my stomach and yet I was enraged. All the emotions you might expect came forth. As I continued to watch, he opened the door to her car for her and she climbed in and then he gave her one more quick kiss and shut her door.
At this point, I was a raging lunatic. I quickly pulled out of my parking space across the street and exited the parking lot at the back. I drove like a maniac as I raced to beat her home. On the drive I thought of all that I might say or do. How I'd challenge her immediately and call her a nigger loving whore and a cheat. How could she be doing this to me for the past nine months, me, her husband of over 22 years? I beat her home, hurried inside and turned on the television and acted like it was any normal night. When she got home, I didn't have the nerve to challenge her and I didn't say a word. I don't know why, but I couldn't do it. She ran through her normal routine: hurry upstairs, take a shower, brush the teeth, put on her pajamas, come back downstairs and tell me how exhausted she was and then kiss me and go off to bed.
As I sat downstairs, it all hit me and I couldn't help myself. I let the emotions run. I sobbed and I cried hard, having to stifle my cries because I didn't want to awaken her and have to discuss it. Finally, after a couple of hours, I went upstairs. She was sleeping very soundly. I went over and looked at her. She looked so sweet, just like the girl I married. I bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered "I love you". She purred very gently and smiled softly and whispered "I love you too!" and went right back to sleeping.
At this point I was still hoping for some logical explanation. It couldn't have been what I had built it up to be in my head. I decided to brush my own teeth and go to bed, telling myself that it would all be okay in the morning even though I knew it wouldn't. I went into our bathroom and began to brush my teeth. As I stood there brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror, I glimpsed the reflection of her clothes hamper. I quickly finished brushing my teeth and walked over to the hamper. I opened it nervously and inside, of course were the clothes from that evening. I reached in and found her panties.
They were a pair of black, lacy "bikinis". My hands were literally shaking as I pulled them out. I opened them so I could see inside. There it was, a very very damp and soaked, milky looking area right in the crotch. I was heart sick. I lifted them to take a closer look and, I still don't know what came over me, but I moved the crotch to my nose. I inhaled deeply and could smell my wife's pussy, but that wasn't all.
Mixed with her scent was the unmistakable muskiness of cum! I've jacked off enough and been to enough adult bookstore peep show booths to recognize the unique scent of male seed. I inhaled again. The scents blended and my world was spinning around me, but there was something else happening too. I realized that I had a raging hard-on and it was of the variety I hadn't had since I was 20. My little dick was sticking straight out and it was ready to burst. I quickly went to sit on the toilet and began jacking off. I turned the panties right side out so that I could lay the clean side of the crotch over my nose as I stroked. My fist pumped violently up and down my shaft as I smelled the black man's cum mixed with my own wife's juices.
In my head, I could see his big black cock sliding in and out of her smooth pussy, the stretched open lips of her pussy clinging tightly to it, holding on every time it slid in and out and my little dick exploded. My cum shot at least 4 feet to the middle of the bathroom floor and several more jets followed the first. The intensity of my orgasm, along with the quantity of my cum amazed me. My little dick didn't soften either. I stroked it to two more orgasms that night, adding my own cum to the black stranger's mixed in the crotch of my wife's panties. Then I went downstairs and slept on the couch.
My wife woke me the next morning. I told her I'd fallen asleep watching TV and when I woke it was only long enough to switch off the set and fall back asleep where I was. She said that she must have been dreaming but she thought for sure I had kissed her when I came to bed in the middle of the night. Before she could say any more, I heard her voice get louder as she said "Look at that" as she was pointing to my erection. My little dick was rock hard. I reached out and rubbed her bare pussy through her pajamas and while she purred a little, she said "don't start now, I don't have the time". Then she reached over, squeezed my hardness, then went upstairs and got ready for work. As she left, she told me she had another late night planned for that evening.
I spent the rest of the day wondering who the fuck this black dude was? Who is this guy fucking my wife, kissing her, sucking her tits, while I'm having to stay at home and jack off? The fact that I'd been jacking off instead of enjoying my wife's favors for a long time, didn't matter now. I could only see how my wife was ignoring me for her new black lover! I decided to stake out her office again. I was going to see if she met him again tonight. I finished work like normal, and left for the parking lot across from her office in plenty of time. I got there and found a parking spot with a view and waited. Again everyone left and her car remained in the parking lot and this time there were no lights on in the building so I didn't have to wonder if maybe she had told the truth and that she really had to work late tonight. I sat for a long time and again about 9:00 a car pulled in the lot. It wasn't the Chrysler 300 this time and the car I saw was an a older Ford that pulled into the lot and pulled up beside my wife's car. It was a real piece of crap. It only sat there for just a few seconds before my wife climbed out of the passenger side. She walked around to the driver's side and the window came down. This was a different black man! He was sitting very low down in the seat, and he appeared to be a much heavier and fatter man than the guy she was with the night before. My wife bent down and kissed him deeply through the car window and as she did, I could see through the binoculars as his hand cupped her breast.
I'd seen enough. I backed out and raced home as I'd done last night and again, I was confused and sick to my stomach. And again, very angry. Again, I thought that I was ready to confront her the moment she got home and again, I didn't have the nerve to do it. She went through the same usual routine, shower, brush her teeth and gargle with mouthwash, slip on her pajamas and come down and kiss me goodnight and go to bed. After I thought that enough time had passed, I went up to our bathroom and opened her hamper. It took only seconds to find her panties from the evening. They were a deep lavender color, and the front was completely sheer and I was sure her whoreish pussy had been clearly visible through them. The back side was cut full and made of a material that felt a little like silk and very smooth.
The entire crotch was covered tonight. This guy must've cum a massive amount, and had probably filled her more than once. I was rock hard again and again, I sniffed at her scent mixed with the aroma of all the fresh sperm that wasn't mine. Again, I was aroused beyond belief! Again, I brought myself off to thoughts of her body against his, their passionate kisses, and his big black cock traveling into my wife's pussy and filling her with his cum and then his seed leaking into the crotch of her sexy panties for me to see and inhale. After cleaning up and putting her panties back in the hamper, I went in and crawled into bed beside her. My mind kept showing pictures of a big black cock fucking her mouth and her pussy and I had a hard time sleeping.
This scenario continued with her coming home late at least three nights a week, and for several more weeks. I continued my "spying". During that time, not only did I see the black guys with the Chrysler 300 and the old Ford, but I also saw my wife with a total of eleven different men, all who I knew through the panty sniffing test, proved to be fucking my wife. All of the men were black. Outside of that, there was no similarity. They were of different body types and age, a couple of them were pretty old and heavy set and even on the fat side, another looked to be in his early 20's and built, and there was the athlete in the Chrysler 300 and then some of the others were just non-descript black men. Based on the different types of cars they drove and the way they dressed, they all seemed to be from different social and economic backgrounds. The only thing they had in common was my wife, and the fact that they were all very dark skinned black men.
I was jacking off more than ever now. I'd stroke out to my mind's image of my wife with her black lovers at every opportunity. I was possessed by the thought and practically became a slave to my own erection. Of course, three times a week and on a few weeks, it was even four nights, my imagination was fueled by the sight and smell of all of the fresh cum staining my wife's panties. I became obsessed with smelling her panties when she returned home each time. After the seventh week after my discovery, I decided NOT to go and watch her return back to her car with her black lovers. Instead, I waited at home for her this time. My thinking was that if I didn't go, maybe I'd have the courage to confront her when she got home and I'd tell her that I knew what was going on and demand that she should pack her bags and get the hell out as soon as possible! There was one problem with that plan however. I knew that I was still completely and totally in love with her. In fact, since I'd discovered her dirty little secret, I had fallen even deeper in lust with her as well. I knew deep down inside that I really didn't want to lose her. If I confronted her angrily, what if she decided to go ahead and leave? I'd have nothing. So I simply waited at home, knowing that at this very moment she may very well be sucking a big black cock or lying under some black stud as he fucked her with his big black cock, that would bring her more pleasure than my little four incher could ever give her. She could even possibly be sucking one black cock while another skewered her pussy. I knew that I was probably totally the one to blame for her infidelity and yet, I was as horny as I ever had been in my life!
It was a little after 9 o'clock, as she came through the door, pretty much right on time, I thought. She was pleasant and had a big smile on her face and when she began to head to the stairs, I arose and cut her off this time. "Hey sweetheart" I said, "you've been working way too hard and I hate to see you wearing yourself out so much!". I moved in to hug her as I said it, and it was obvious that she was trying to avoid me, but couldn't. I pulled her to me and hugged her really tight. As she hugged me back I could detect the faint odor of another man's cheap after shave or cologne on her. "You know Joyce, it's been so long since we've really been together that I've decided that I'm going to take you upstairs and show you how a man makes love to his wife tonight" I said.
I felt her stiffen and she tried to make an excuse and beg out of it. Of course I knew that she didn't want me to do that. She was afraid that I'd find out about her infidelity. I's hear nothing of it and told her that I needed to make love to her to show her I was still head over heels in love with her. As she stammered and tried to think of a way to stop me, I led her upstairs to our bedroom.
I moved her near the bed and pulled her tight to me and leaned down to her. I pressed my forehead against hers, and I told her how beautiful she still was to me and how much I loved her.
"I love you too" she said , and as she did, I thought that I could smell the cock and cum of the man she was with tonight on her breath. Her breath didn't smell fresh like after a good tooth brushing, and instead it was somewhat rank and acrid. Her breath was very warm and I inhaled deeply the smell of her mouth and his cock as I moved in to kissed her deeply. As my tongue moved in to meet hers, I thought I detected a faint saltiness, as if there was still the trace of his cum in her mouth.
It was obvious that Joyce's heart wasn't into it as I kissed her. I could tell she was very uncomfortable with the situation and was trying to come up with a way to stop it before it went any further. Her heart may not have been into it, but mine certainly was and my little dick was rock hard.
As I began unbuttoning her blouse, she tried to pull away. I pulled her tight with my right arm around her waist and kissed her again deeply. All the while my left hand opened the buttons. Her blouse was tucked in, and when I got the buttons open, I stopped and reached my hand inside. I was shocked to find that she wasn't wearing a bra!
Her nipples hardened instantly when my palm rubbed across them and I moaned softly at finding her bra-less. "No bra?" I said.
She told me that the one she wore today was too tight and had been uncomfortable, and she had removed it once she was alone at the office.
"Very sexy! I like it!" I replied, as I softly kneaded her right breast.
I pulled the blouse out of her skirt, unbuttoned the last two buttons, and her blouse fell open. Her breasts looked amazing. As I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth, I saw the marks on her breasts where her lover had been earlier and heard Joyce let out a gasp softly. I'm not sure if the gasp was a reaction to having her nipple sucked or in fear of being found out. My guess is the latter. As I sucked her nipple, I opened my eyes. I'd left the room lights on when we came into the bedroom, and I could see clearly that on several places on her chest, near her collar bone and neck, on the breast I was sucking, between the breasts, there were not only small bites but there also appeared to be a dried residue. It was a faint white color and was a hard yet fragile, almost crystalline texture. I recognized it immediately as dried cum. I'd seen it on my own stomach the morning after jacking off in places I'd failed to clean up. I couldn't believe it. My wife's breath smelled, even tasted of cock and sperm. There was dried cum on her tits and chest. In all the years I was married to her, I'd never realized she had this inner slut waiting to get out. She'd clearly been the target for, and swallowed, another man's cum this very night.
I made no reaction that would tip her off that I'd seen the cum. I simply continued working my mouth on her nipple and breast, and then gently moved to soft, tonguing kisses up her chest. I worked my mouth over the dried cum and tongued it into my mouth, trying to revive its flavor. I raised my head and kissed her again. As I did I released the button on the back of her skirt, and slid the zipper down. It was now or never for her now to try and stop me.
"Please stop Barry" she said. "I've been working all day! I'm tired and I don't feel clean enough for this. Can't I at least take a shower first?".
As she finished the sentence, I let go of the skirt, and it slid down her legs to the floor. "Joyce, don't worry. It's okay" I replied. "I love you exactly the way you are right at this very moment. I NEED you as you are at this very moment. I need to show you just how much I love you!"
She was standing in front of me with her blouse unbuttoned and open, bra-less with her tits hanging out, and with her skirt down around her ankles. I moved my hands to her blouse, pushed it over her shoulders to join the skirt on the floor at her ankles. I looked down her body. She was nude now except for her lacy red bikini panties, and her thigh high stockings. She was shoeless at this point too, but I can't say when she got rid of them. Did she come in without them? I just couldn't remember.
When I looked at her again she had her eyes closed. She looked amazing standing there. There was shame in her body language as she stood there, eyes closed, naked breasts and here and there, spots of dried semen. I'm sure that she felt sure that her secret was over as probably was her marriage.
I removed my shirt and again, pulled her to me. I could feel her breasts against me. Her nipples felt like soft "pebbles" against my chest. I kissed her again. Again, she resisted and tried to pull away. I did not let her. I moved my left hand now to her panties. They were damp off course, and I pretended it was her reaction to me.
"Oh Joyce, I can feel how wet you are right through your panties"!
As I moved my hand into the waist band of her panties, she said "No! Barry please stop! I feel so dirty from working all day. I really need to shower first".
This time I didn't utter a word. I just pressed my hand down into her panties and into the well trimmed pubic hair above her waxed pussy. The hair too, was damp and somewhat matted with what I was sure was another man's, a black man's cum. I pretended not to notice and moved my fingers further beneath her body to her hairless slit.
"Oh God Joyce! You're so fucking wet! I love feeling you this way!" I said.
My fingers were now getting covered by wetness on both sides. The side against her slit could feel the leakage, and the back side was running through the cum that had pooled in the crotch of her panties. Her pussy was full of cum and really sloppy!
I was out of my mind with lust at this point too, feeling my fingers sliding around in the cum of my wife's black lover. I pushed a finger into her pussy which was still stretched open and very warm, and very creamy. I pumped it gently but firmly in and out of her. "Joyce, I've never felt you so wet! I can't wait to eat that pussy! I need to eat your pussy." I said.
Again from her "NO Barry, NO! I won't let you, not without me taking a shower first. I'm not clean enough!"
I was a lot more forceful when I replied saying "Listen, you're my wife Joyce. You're never NOT clean enough for me to show you how much I love you". And with that I pulled my hand from her panties, and put the finger into my mouth. My head swirled as I did. The salty musk filled my mouth. I tasted my wife as well, but it was mostly semen I was eating at this point. I was turned on as never before. I felt Joyce's body stiffen and she had a shocked look on her face. The look on my wife's face was one of horror. I'm sure she thought it was all over and that she was busted, but I never let on that I thought it was anything other than her own excited juices I was eating.
I pushed her back onto the bed, reached down and grabbed the waist band of her panties. She put her hands on it and tried to resist again, but I think that even she knew it was to no avail. I slid the panties down her legs, and snuck a quick peek at the over flowing, cum filled crotch as I tossed them aside. I knelt on the floor and spread open her knees and leaned in. I placed my hands against the insides of her thighs and pushed gently for them to part. As she parted them, she tried to cover her pussy with her hands, but I moved those aside as well. I moved my face in very close to her sex now. This was nothing like the smell of her panties. This was raw cum soaked sex filling my nostrils. Her pussy lips were engorged, her pussy itself was raw and red and stretched and the lips actually hung open from the big cock it had been getting on a regular basis for nearly a year now. It was obvious that it had been fucked long and hard tonight or maybe several times too. I suspect it was both. She had no way of knowing what I was seeing, but I'm sure she imagined the worst and waited for me to get up and begin to call her names and tell her to get out, but I never let on. There were globules of cum in the hair that ended just above her clitoris and her opening appeared to be coated in cum. I could see a thin trail of semen flowing out of her pussy and running down across her asshole. I was sure that she had to feel it leaking out of her. How could she not?
I never let on that I saw it. Instead I extended the tip of my tongue and stopped the flow starting at her asshole. Gently I flitted the tip of my tongue across her anus and then slowly and deliberately up along the length of her inner lips. My tongue found her clitoris, and licked gently over and around it and took it gently in my mouth and sucked on it. She moaned and I knew that I was working my magic now. My tongue cleaned the sperm from her pussy as it pleasured her. I never let on that I knew or was upset about anything because I wasn't. I pressed my lips around her clit and sucked some more. I moved my mouth around her opening, cleaning all the while. I even cleaned up the globs of cum from her pussy hair.
Finally, I went low, and pressed my mouth fully over her pussy. My tongue entered her slowly at first, savoring this new flavor combination of pussy and cum. Then I began to stab my tongue in and out, trying to coax out the cum I knew was probably deep within my wife's pussy. My mouth was filled with the taste of some unknown black man's cum, its flavor musky, and its texture thick yet smooth. I actually liked the taste even when my throat burned slightly from the saltiness as I swallowed.
It was only, when there was no doubt in her mind that I really was getting off on eating my wife's pussy that she too began to relax and get off. Joyce grabbed my hair and began to pull my face into her pussy. I moaned loudly as she did that and I heard her ask "do you like eating my wet dirty pussy Barry?".
I managed a muffled "OH YES" making sure that she could hear me.
Again, I could feel her relaxing more with each moment, and heard her say "That's good Barry, that's real good! I like that Barry. I like you eating that wet dirty pussy of mine! Eat all that juice out of there Barry....get it all!" she said through gritted teeth. She was now grinding her pussy against my face. Bumping her pussy hard against my face, and then, all of a sudden she let go of my head and stopped and quickly jumped up. I was afraid that she was going to run into the bathroom and jump in the shower, but instead she forcibly told me to get up on the bed and to lay on my back!
I moved immediately into position. I was expecting her to lower herself onto my hard little dick at this point, but instead she shocked me when she said "I bet you want to finish cleaning out my dirty pussy, you want to get every drop out of there, don't you Barry?"
"OH YES" I moaned excitedly.
I had barely got the words out before she was squatting onto my face. She put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she lowered her pussy. My mouth was being smothered by her wetness. Or should I say "their" wetness. She started rubbing her pussy all over my face, coating it with their juices. She pushed my nose into her wet pussy and finally as she moved her pussy over my mouth, my tongue began to dig deeply in and out of her. I thought I had already cleaned most of the juices out of her before, but this new position, her pussy unleashed a river into my mouth. From somewhere deep within her pussy, a new flow of semen began to run into my mouth. I extended my tongue as deeply into her as I could and swallowed the offering hungrily over and over again. I didn't know that there could be so much cum in a pussy and realized that her black lover had filled her pussy full of his cum earlier tonight!
Just as the flow was receding, I felt her orgasm begin to rack her body. I could feel her vaginal canal clenching my tongue in cadence with a deep moan from within her. She convulsed her hips in opposition to her pussy clenching my tongue. She was moaning now, and her whole body was shaking as it seemed like she had several orgasms, one right after the other, and all the while Joyce was saying over and over again "that's it Barry, eat that dirty pussy, eat that pussy real good! I love the way you lick all the juices out of that dirty pussy and now that I know just how much you love to eat it, I'm going to want you to do it all the time when I work late! I'm going to want you to eat this dirty pussy all the time!"
I reached up to feel her rock hard nipples and gave them a twist and she had several more shaking orgasms. When she had finally finished cumming, she slid down and lowered her pussy onto my little dick. It slipped in sloppily, easily, and all the way to the hilt, all four inches. I could only last for two of three strokes before my body convulsed and I shot my cum in her. My dick was in a constant state of contraction and ejaculation. I closed my eyes and let the intensity of my orgasm rock my body. I thought it would never stop.
When I was finished, I opened my eyes to the site of my beautiful wife smiling down at me, still impaled on my little dick. She looked amazing, and I'd never been more in love with her in my life. She had the look of pure love in her eyes as well!
When she slid off of me, cum ran from her onto my dick and I'm not sure if it was all mine. Probably not, because I'm pretty sure that I'd done a pretty good job of cleaning her up and I'd just had the biggest ejaculation of my life for sure! I was surprised again, when she turned around and moved into a 69 position and put her pussy over my mouth again and at the same time leaned over and took my little dick into her mouth, cleaning it off while I licked my own cum out of her pussy.
Finally when I had finished eating my cum out of her, she leaned in and kissed me passionately and as our tongues danced together, I tasted my own cum and couldn't help but think that it wasn't all that much different than what I'd tasted earlier when she'd just gotten home. I figured that Joyce must've cleaned her black lover's cock just a bit earlier in the evening and that was what I tasted earlier. Joyce watched closely as I swallowed the cum she had forced in my mouth and seemed so pleased. She then leaned over and kissed me again and we curled up together on the bed.
It's been three months since that night and Joyce still "works late" several night a week and even has gone to the "office" a few times on weekends. I know that she's still seeing several different black lovers and every once in a while I drive down and watch as they bring her back to her car and then race home to await her return. That's how I know that she has found at least five more additions to the original eleven that I had discovered And also realize that it’s possible she is actually fucking more than sixteen different black men now.
I still don't think that she has any idea that I know what is going on and I have no plans of telling her or attempting to make her stop anytime soon. What has changed after that first night when I ate her black lover's cum out of her pussy three months ago is that after that night, every time she comes home after meeting one of her black lovers now, she just quickly leads me upstairs and lets me strip her clothes off and clean her lover's cum from her pussy. I always work hard to make sure that I bring her several orgasms with my tongue now, just like we used to do during most of our married years to make up for my shortcomings. I'm also getting better at being able to control my premature ejaculation problems, although still not entirely and I still can’t last long inside of her. We do now make love almost like we did as newlyweds and I hardly ever look at porn now because all I have to do is think about my hot wife and all those big black cocks shooting their cum in her pussy, and I get off better than with any porn out there, and besides, I now get to go into her hamper and suck and lick on the crotches of her panties the next morning after she has been out to get a ”second taste of the taste I’ve grown to love.
I sure hope this never ends but I do have one concern though. A couple of months ago, she mentioned that she was thinking of stopping taking her birth control pills and asked me if I thought she was too old to have a baby. I didn't know what to say and told her that I thought that she certainly wasn’t too old and that it would be fine for her to have a child, and said that in a lot of ways, it might even better complete our ******. She smiled and said that she was so glad that I felt that way because she had already quit a couple of months before that and that she was thinking that she might even want to have two or three babies before she got too old.
I can only suspect that with all the black cum she is taking in her now unprotected pussy that it indeed won't be long before she gets knocked up and also realize that she might already be pregnant. I don't know how she will be able to hide her outside lovers if the baby is black but then again, maybe she really does want to come clean and that will be her way of telling me the truth........but I have already figured that if that happens, I am going to tell her that it's fine with me and that I don't want her to stop....until she is sure that she is ready!
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By Smal4u
I guess I was aware for a long time that our sex life was in trouble. Joyce and I had been married for over twenty two years and for at least the past five, our sex life has pretty much been non-existent. Even before that, we'd go weeks, even months without having sex and when we did, it wasn't very good for either of us. Don't get me wrong, I think that sex is good, even when it's bad, but I knew that I was not pleasing Joyce and what fun it is to slide your dick inside a pussy and only take a couple of strokes and shoot your load and know that there is no way that the sex was enjoyable for your wife. It reached the point that we both pretty much totally ignored each other when it came to sex.
I guess I should begin by telling you a little about us. I'm Barry and I'm 45 and my wife, Joyce, is 42. I already told you that we've been married for over twenty two years so we 're not spring chickens anymore. We both work long hours at demanding jobs. I guess it was a couple of years ago that we seemed to really get into the habit of her going to bed early and I would usually stay up late watching TV or being on the computer. She is an executive secretary to the President of a small engineering company, and leaves early in the morning, often before me. I don't know when or how it started but at some point during our troubles, I found myself going on the internet porn sites and reading stories and looking at pictures and jacking off and before long, it seemed that was easier and more pleasurable than going upstairs and fucking my wife when it was obvious that she didn't enjoy it and that I couldn't really provide her with the pleasure she deserved.
I may as well tell you a little more about her. As I said before, her name is Joyce and she is a pretty blond (not natural) with yellow green eyes. She's attractive and full bodied, and maybe even a bit on the plumper side, but I've never minded that and she is the kind of woman that I find quite attractive. Her hips and ass carry some extra padding, but they carry it well and she has a little bit of a belly protrusion, but the whole package on her looks good. At a 38C cup, her breasts are nice , and her nipples are nice and big. They used to be very responsive and one touch and they would practically tear their way through her bra, but as I said they used to be responsive but I don't get to touch them much anymore. Joyce has always been a fanatic about her looks and cleanliness. She showers in the mornings and often showers again after work in the evenings too. She has always kept her pussy shaved and sometimes even waxed except for a very little patch of hair above her pussy, and her pussy lips were always tight and buttery smooth. It's always been that way for as long as I can remember. I can still remember getting my hands into her panties for the first time, and being so turned on by how soft and smooth her pussy was and my favorite thing was eating her to numerous orgasms! As I tell you this, I remember that I haven't done that for several years now. While I'm telling you all of this, I guess I should admit that I know that the problem with our sex life is mine. Joyce always liked sex and I have always known that I'm on the "under endowed side" with a prety small dick (about 4and a half inches when it's hard) and with such a little dick, I've never been able to bring her of any other woman to an orgasm just by fucking but in the days when we did have a real sex life, I was always more than willing and able to satisfy her with my tongue and for most of our married years, that seemed to be enough and she never seemed to mind my little dick and was in the mood anytime that I wanted to do it, but for some reason, once I fell into the habit of jerking off to internet porn, I decided that was an easier way to get my pleasure than to go through the work of satisfying her sexually. I guess that's what happens when they say someone is hooked on porn!
About six months ago, Joyce informed me that there was going to be times when she was going to stay at work later in the evenings and that I would have to get my own dinner. She said that it wouldn't be that often, but said that the company was hurting financially and to make up for it and to try to get more business, she was going to have to do whatever was needed to get proposals and statements out faster and her boss said that might require her to work late a few nights a week. Given the shape of the economy and things, what she said made a lot of sense and she was very convincing. She even told me that her boss told her that she was a vital, part of the team there and that meant doing whatever she had to do to insure job security not only for herself but for others too. I was convinced and didn't think a lot about it, until I noticed that she began buying several new clothes that she said were for work. They weren't overly provocative by any means, but they were a lot different than those she had worn in the past.
She had always worn dresses which had been below the knees in length, and now I noticed that she began wearing skirts which were a lot shorter for her, not miniskirts mind you, after all she worked in a professional office, but they were now well above the knee and hit just below mid thigh and that was certainly a lot more skin for my wife to show. She opted for wearing tighter fitting and lower cut blouses too. Again, not too tight, but tight enough to accentuate her figure. The change might not have been noticed or considered substantial for most other people, but this was quite a change for my previously very conservative and somewhat prudish wife and I certainly took notice. The most significant change was to sexier undergarments. Gone were the generic colored beige or white panties of the past. She was now wearing, sexy, lacy and colored thongs and bikini cut panties. Her bras were also lacy and padded and cut to push up and accentuate her breasts and most of the bras were matched sets that went with whatever panties she chose. She even quit wearing pantyhose and began wearing thigh high hosiery instead.
When I asked her about it, all she said was that the lingerie made her feel better about herself, and the clothes made her feel younger. I told her I liked the new look, and she said she was happy that I noticed and that she hoped I wouldn't be mad about the money she spent on them and I assured her that I wouldn't.
True to her word, she began coming home late two and sometimes even three nights a week. Don't get me wrong, late for her wasn't much beyond 9:30 or 10:00pm, but that was very late for someone who was never home later than 5:00 or 5:30pm previously. I began to notice that on the evenings that she'd come home late, Joyce would always be in a hurry to get upstairs, telling me how tired she was and she would go straight upstairs and shower right away, brush her teeth, and change into her pajamas, before she would come back downstairs, to kiss me goodnight, and then go back up to bed.
This routine quickly began to become the normal pattern and I'm not even sure why, but I began to get suspicious. Finally, it reached the point that it was happening three nights a week every week and after almost 9 months of it, my suspicious thoughts finally got the best of me. I kept telling myself that I was just imagining the changes, but I knew that I had to know for sure. I decided to stake out her building at work and see what I could find out. I drove to a parking lot across a busy street from her office on one of the evenings she said she was working late. I had brought binoculars with me and after surveying the lot, I saw her car and felt relieved to know that she was there. I continued to wait and when it was almost 6:30 which was well after her normal quitting time and she hadn't come out, I started to think that I was a fool to suspect anything. How could I have ever suspected it was anything other than what she said? Something inside of me however told me I should continue to wait and I did. When 7:30 came and most of the other cars in the parking lot had left and most of the lights in the building were turned off, I was still I waiting, hoping to see her to come out. I continued to wait and the entire time, I was still expecting to see her come out the office at any minute since her car was still sitting there, all alone now.
At approximately 8:50 I could hear (and feel), the thump of deep bass rap music coming from a vehicle somewhere nearby. I looked up just as a late model Chrysler 300 pulled into her parking lot. It was black with huge chrome wheels and low profile tires and the windows were completely tinted black so you couldn't see in. The music was blaring as the car whipped into the lot and backed into a space right next to my wife's car. I was a little fearful for my wife's safety and was hoping that she wouldn't come out of her building just then. The car sat there for another 5 or 10 minutes as the music continued to thump and crank. Suddenly the music stopped and I watched as the driver got out. A very large and tall black man got out and walked around to the passenger side. His hair was in very tight corn rolls, he wore a goatee, and was dressed to the nines, looking very sharp. I guessed that he must have been around 6'4" or 6'5", and if he wasn't, he could easily pass for a pro athlete.
Now, all of this still meant nothing to me until the passenger door opened and I saw the black man hold his hand out and a lady, that I recognized immediately as my wife, took his hand and got out. He shut the door and, placed his hands on my wife's hips and was squeezing her ass. Right then, they were standing so that her back was to me and I watched as he bent down as she went to her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed and it was a long deep kiss, and I thought that through the binoculars I could even see their tongue's swapping and I knew there was no way this was simply a "goodnight peck from a friend" . I was devastated. I was sick to my stomach and yet I was enraged. All the emotions you might expect came forth. As I continued to watch, he opened the door to her car for her and she climbed in and then he gave her one more quick kiss and shut her door.
At this point, I was a raging lunatic. I quickly pulled out of my parking space across the street and exited the parking lot at the back. I drove like a maniac as I raced to beat her home. On the drive I thought of all that I might say or do. How I'd challenge her immediately and call her a nigger loving whore and a cheat. How could she be doing this to me for the past nine months, me, her husband of over 22 years? I beat her home, hurried inside and turned on the television and acted like it was any normal night. When she got home, I didn't have the nerve to challenge her and I didn't say a word. I don't know why, but I couldn't do it. She ran through her normal routine: hurry upstairs, take a shower, brush the teeth, put on her pajamas, come back downstairs and tell me how exhausted she was and then kiss me and go off to bed.
As I sat downstairs, it all hit me and I couldn't help myself. I let the emotions run. I sobbed and I cried hard, having to stifle my cries because I didn't want to awaken her and have to discuss it. Finally, after a couple of hours, I went upstairs. She was sleeping very soundly. I went over and looked at her. She looked so sweet, just like the girl I married. I bent down and kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered "I love you". She purred very gently and smiled softly and whispered "I love you too!" and went right back to sleeping.
At this point I was still hoping for some logical explanation. It couldn't have been what I had built it up to be in my head. I decided to brush my own teeth and go to bed, telling myself that it would all be okay in the morning even though I knew it wouldn't. I went into our bathroom and began to brush my teeth. As I stood there brushing my teeth and looking in the mirror, I glimpsed the reflection of her clothes hamper. I quickly finished brushing my teeth and walked over to the hamper. I opened it nervously and inside, of course were the clothes from that evening. I reached in and found her panties.
They were a pair of black, lacy "bikinis". My hands were literally shaking as I pulled them out. I opened them so I could see inside. There it was, a very very damp and soaked, milky looking area right in the crotch. I was heart sick. I lifted them to take a closer look and, I still don't know what came over me, but I moved the crotch to my nose. I inhaled deeply and could smell my wife's pussy, but that wasn't all.
Mixed with her scent was the unmistakable muskiness of cum! I've jacked off enough and been to enough adult bookstore peep show booths to recognize the unique scent of male seed. I inhaled again. The scents blended and my world was spinning around me, but there was something else happening too. I realized that I had a raging hard-on and it was of the variety I hadn't had since I was 20. My little dick was sticking straight out and it was ready to burst. I quickly went to sit on the toilet and began jacking off. I turned the panties right side out so that I could lay the clean side of the crotch over my nose as I stroked. My fist pumped violently up and down my shaft as I smelled the black man's cum mixed with my own wife's juices.
In my head, I could see his big black cock sliding in and out of her smooth pussy, the stretched open lips of her pussy clinging tightly to it, holding on every time it slid in and out and my little dick exploded. My cum shot at least 4 feet to the middle of the bathroom floor and several more jets followed the first. The intensity of my orgasm, along with the quantity of my cum amazed me. My little dick didn't soften either. I stroked it to two more orgasms that night, adding my own cum to the black stranger's mixed in the crotch of my wife's panties. Then I went downstairs and slept on the couch.
My wife woke me the next morning. I told her I'd fallen asleep watching TV and when I woke it was only long enough to switch off the set and fall back asleep where I was. She said that she must have been dreaming but she thought for sure I had kissed her when I came to bed in the middle of the night. Before she could say any more, I heard her voice get louder as she said "Look at that" as she was pointing to my erection. My little dick was rock hard. I reached out and rubbed her bare pussy through her pajamas and while she purred a little, she said "don't start now, I don't have the time". Then she reached over, squeezed my hardness, then went upstairs and got ready for work. As she left, she told me she had another late night planned for that evening.
I spent the rest of the day wondering who the fuck this black dude was? Who is this guy fucking my wife, kissing her, sucking her tits, while I'm having to stay at home and jack off? The fact that I'd been jacking off instead of enjoying my wife's favors for a long time, didn't matter now. I could only see how my wife was ignoring me for her new black lover! I decided to stake out her office again. I was going to see if she met him again tonight. I finished work like normal, and left for the parking lot across from her office in plenty of time. I got there and found a parking spot with a view and waited. Again everyone left and her car remained in the parking lot and this time there were no lights on in the building so I didn't have to wonder if maybe she had told the truth and that she really had to work late tonight. I sat for a long time and again about 9:00 a car pulled in the lot. It wasn't the Chrysler 300 this time and the car I saw was an a older Ford that pulled into the lot and pulled up beside my wife's car. It was a real piece of crap. It only sat there for just a few seconds before my wife climbed out of the passenger side. She walked around to the driver's side and the window came down. This was a different black man! He was sitting very low down in the seat, and he appeared to be a much heavier and fatter man than the guy she was with the night before. My wife bent down and kissed him deeply through the car window and as she did, I could see through the binoculars as his hand cupped her breast.
I'd seen enough. I backed out and raced home as I'd done last night and again, I was confused and sick to my stomach. And again, very angry. Again, I thought that I was ready to confront her the moment she got home and again, I didn't have the nerve to do it. She went through the same usual routine, shower, brush her teeth and gargle with mouthwash, slip on her pajamas and come down and kiss me goodnight and go to bed. After I thought that enough time had passed, I went up to our bathroom and opened her hamper. It took only seconds to find her panties from the evening. They were a deep lavender color, and the front was completely sheer and I was sure her whoreish pussy had been clearly visible through them. The back side was cut full and made of a material that felt a little like silk and very smooth.
The entire crotch was covered tonight. This guy must've cum a massive amount, and had probably filled her more than once. I was rock hard again and again, I sniffed at her scent mixed with the aroma of all the fresh sperm that wasn't mine. Again, I was aroused beyond belief! Again, I brought myself off to thoughts of her body against his, their passionate kisses, and his big black cock traveling into my wife's pussy and filling her with his cum and then his seed leaking into the crotch of her sexy panties for me to see and inhale. After cleaning up and putting her panties back in the hamper, I went in and crawled into bed beside her. My mind kept showing pictures of a big black cock fucking her mouth and her pussy and I had a hard time sleeping.
This scenario continued with her coming home late at least three nights a week, and for several more weeks. I continued my "spying". During that time, not only did I see the black guys with the Chrysler 300 and the old Ford, but I also saw my wife with a total of eleven different men, all who I knew through the panty sniffing test, proved to be fucking my wife. All of the men were black. Outside of that, there was no similarity. They were of different body types and age, a couple of them were pretty old and heavy set and even on the fat side, another looked to be in his early 20's and built, and there was the athlete in the Chrysler 300 and then some of the others were just non-descript black men. Based on the different types of cars they drove and the way they dressed, they all seemed to be from different social and economic backgrounds. The only thing they had in common was my wife, and the fact that they were all very dark skinned black men.
I was jacking off more than ever now. I'd stroke out to my mind's image of my wife with her black lovers at every opportunity. I was possessed by the thought and practically became a slave to my own erection. Of course, three times a week and on a few weeks, it was even four nights, my imagination was fueled by the sight and smell of all of the fresh cum staining my wife's panties. I became obsessed with smelling her panties when she returned home each time. After the seventh week after my discovery, I decided NOT to go and watch her return back to her car with her black lovers. Instead, I waited at home for her this time. My thinking was that if I didn't go, maybe I'd have the courage to confront her when she got home and I'd tell her that I knew what was going on and demand that she should pack her bags and get the hell out as soon as possible! There was one problem with that plan however. I knew that I was still completely and totally in love with her. In fact, since I'd discovered her dirty little secret, I had fallen even deeper in lust with her as well. I knew deep down inside that I really didn't want to lose her. If I confronted her angrily, what if she decided to go ahead and leave? I'd have nothing. So I simply waited at home, knowing that at this very moment she may very well be sucking a big black cock or lying under some black stud as he fucked her with his big black cock, that would bring her more pleasure than my little four incher could ever give her. She could even possibly be sucking one black cock while another skewered her pussy. I knew that I was probably totally the one to blame for her infidelity and yet, I was as horny as I ever had been in my life!
It was a little after 9 o'clock, as she came through the door, pretty much right on time, I thought. She was pleasant and had a big smile on her face and when she began to head to the stairs, I arose and cut her off this time. "Hey sweetheart" I said, "you've been working way too hard and I hate to see you wearing yourself out so much!". I moved in to hug her as I said it, and it was obvious that she was trying to avoid me, but couldn't. I pulled her to me and hugged her really tight. As she hugged me back I could detect the faint odor of another man's cheap after shave or cologne on her. "You know Joyce, it's been so long since we've really been together that I've decided that I'm going to take you upstairs and show you how a man makes love to his wife tonight" I said.
I felt her stiffen and she tried to make an excuse and beg out of it. Of course I knew that she didn't want me to do that. She was afraid that I'd find out about her infidelity. I's hear nothing of it and told her that I needed to make love to her to show her I was still head over heels in love with her. As she stammered and tried to think of a way to stop me, I led her upstairs to our bedroom.
I moved her near the bed and pulled her tight to me and leaned down to her. I pressed my forehead against hers, and I told her how beautiful she still was to me and how much I loved her.
"I love you too" she said , and as she did, I thought that I could smell the cock and cum of the man she was with tonight on her breath. Her breath didn't smell fresh like after a good tooth brushing, and instead it was somewhat rank and acrid. Her breath was very warm and I inhaled deeply the smell of her mouth and his cock as I moved in to kissed her deeply. As my tongue moved in to meet hers, I thought I detected a faint saltiness, as if there was still the trace of his cum in her mouth.
It was obvious that Joyce's heart wasn't into it as I kissed her. I could tell she was very uncomfortable with the situation and was trying to come up with a way to stop it before it went any further. Her heart may not have been into it, but mine certainly was and my little dick was rock hard.
As I began unbuttoning her blouse, she tried to pull away. I pulled her tight with my right arm around her waist and kissed her again deeply. All the while my left hand opened the buttons. Her blouse was tucked in, and when I got the buttons open, I stopped and reached my hand inside. I was shocked to find that she wasn't wearing a bra!
Her nipples hardened instantly when my palm rubbed across them and I moaned softly at finding her bra-less. "No bra?" I said.
She told me that the one she wore today was too tight and had been uncomfortable, and she had removed it once she was alone at the office.
"Very sexy! I like it!" I replied, as I softly kneaded her right breast.
I pulled the blouse out of her skirt, unbuttoned the last two buttons, and her blouse fell open. Her breasts looked amazing. As I leaned down and took her right nipple into my mouth, I saw the marks on her breasts where her lover had been earlier and heard Joyce let out a gasp softly. I'm not sure if the gasp was a reaction to having her nipple sucked or in fear of being found out. My guess is the latter. As I sucked her nipple, I opened my eyes. I'd left the room lights on when we came into the bedroom, and I could see clearly that on several places on her chest, near her collar bone and neck, on the breast I was sucking, between the breasts, there were not only small bites but there also appeared to be a dried residue. It was a faint white color and was a hard yet fragile, almost crystalline texture. I recognized it immediately as dried cum. I'd seen it on my own stomach the morning after jacking off in places I'd failed to clean up. I couldn't believe it. My wife's breath smelled, even tasted of cock and sperm. There was dried cum on her tits and chest. In all the years I was married to her, I'd never realized she had this inner slut waiting to get out. She'd clearly been the target for, and swallowed, another man's cum this very night.
I made no reaction that would tip her off that I'd seen the cum. I simply continued working my mouth on her nipple and breast, and then gently moved to soft, tonguing kisses up her chest. I worked my mouth over the dried cum and tongued it into my mouth, trying to revive its flavor. I raised my head and kissed her again. As I did I released the button on the back of her skirt, and slid the zipper down. It was now or never for her now to try and stop me.
"Please stop Barry" she said. "I've been working all day! I'm tired and I don't feel clean enough for this. Can't I at least take a shower first?".
As she finished the sentence, I let go of the skirt, and it slid down her legs to the floor. "Joyce, don't worry. It's okay" I replied. "I love you exactly the way you are right at this very moment. I NEED you as you are at this very moment. I need to show you just how much I love you!"
She was standing in front of me with her blouse unbuttoned and open, bra-less with her tits hanging out, and with her skirt down around her ankles. I moved my hands to her blouse, pushed it over her shoulders to join the skirt on the floor at her ankles. I looked down her body. She was nude now except for her lacy red bikini panties, and her thigh high stockings. She was shoeless at this point too, but I can't say when she got rid of them. Did she come in without them? I just couldn't remember.
When I looked at her again she had her eyes closed. She looked amazing standing there. There was shame in her body language as she stood there, eyes closed, naked breasts and here and there, spots of dried semen. I'm sure that she felt sure that her secret was over as probably was her marriage.
I removed my shirt and again, pulled her to me. I could feel her breasts against me. Her nipples felt like soft "pebbles" against my chest. I kissed her again. Again, she resisted and tried to pull away. I did not let her. I moved my left hand now to her panties. They were damp off course, and I pretended it was her reaction to me.
"Oh Joyce, I can feel how wet you are right through your panties"!
As I moved my hand into the waist band of her panties, she said "No! Barry please stop! I feel so dirty from working all day. I really need to shower first".
This time I didn't utter a word. I just pressed my hand down into her panties and into the well trimmed pubic hair above her waxed pussy. The hair too, was damp and somewhat matted with what I was sure was another man's, a black man's cum. I pretended not to notice and moved my fingers further beneath her body to her hairless slit.
"Oh God Joyce! You're so fucking wet! I love feeling you this way!" I said.
My fingers were now getting covered by wetness on both sides. The side against her slit could feel the leakage, and the back side was running through the cum that had pooled in the crotch of her panties. Her pussy was full of cum and really sloppy!
I was out of my mind with lust at this point too, feeling my fingers sliding around in the cum of my wife's black lover. I pushed a finger into her pussy which was still stretched open and very warm, and very creamy. I pumped it gently but firmly in and out of her. "Joyce, I've never felt you so wet! I can't wait to eat that pussy! I need to eat your pussy." I said.
Again from her "NO Barry, NO! I won't let you, not without me taking a shower first. I'm not clean enough!"
I was a lot more forceful when I replied saying "Listen, you're my wife Joyce. You're never NOT clean enough for me to show you how much I love you". And with that I pulled my hand from her panties, and put the finger into my mouth. My head swirled as I did. The salty musk filled my mouth. I tasted my wife as well, but it was mostly semen I was eating at this point. I was turned on as never before. I felt Joyce's body stiffen and she had a shocked look on her face. The look on my wife's face was one of horror. I'm sure she thought it was all over and that she was busted, but I never let on that I thought it was anything other than her own excited juices I was eating.
I pushed her back onto the bed, reached down and grabbed the waist band of her panties. She put her hands on it and tried to resist again, but I think that even she knew it was to no avail. I slid the panties down her legs, and snuck a quick peek at the over flowing, cum filled crotch as I tossed them aside. I knelt on the floor and spread open her knees and leaned in. I placed my hands against the insides of her thighs and pushed gently for them to part. As she parted them, she tried to cover her pussy with her hands, but I moved those aside as well. I moved my face in very close to her sex now. This was nothing like the smell of her panties. This was raw cum soaked sex filling my nostrils. Her pussy lips were engorged, her pussy itself was raw and red and stretched and the lips actually hung open from the big cock it had been getting on a regular basis for nearly a year now. It was obvious that it had been fucked long and hard tonight or maybe several times too. I suspect it was both. She had no way of knowing what I was seeing, but I'm sure she imagined the worst and waited for me to get up and begin to call her names and tell her to get out, but I never let on. There were globules of cum in the hair that ended just above her clitoris and her opening appeared to be coated in cum. I could see a thin trail of semen flowing out of her pussy and running down across her asshole. I was sure that she had to feel it leaking out of her. How could she not?
I never let on that I saw it. Instead I extended the tip of my tongue and stopped the flow starting at her asshole. Gently I flitted the tip of my tongue across her anus and then slowly and deliberately up along the length of her inner lips. My tongue found her clitoris, and licked gently over and around it and took it gently in my mouth and sucked on it. She moaned and I knew that I was working my magic now. My tongue cleaned the sperm from her pussy as it pleasured her. I never let on that I knew or was upset about anything because I wasn't. I pressed my lips around her clit and sucked some more. I moved my mouth around her opening, cleaning all the while. I even cleaned up the globs of cum from her pussy hair.
Finally, I went low, and pressed my mouth fully over her pussy. My tongue entered her slowly at first, savoring this new flavor combination of pussy and cum. Then I began to stab my tongue in and out, trying to coax out the cum I knew was probably deep within my wife's pussy. My mouth was filled with the taste of some unknown black man's cum, its flavor musky, and its texture thick yet smooth. I actually liked the taste even when my throat burned slightly from the saltiness as I swallowed.
It was only, when there was no doubt in her mind that I really was getting off on eating my wife's pussy that she too began to relax and get off. Joyce grabbed my hair and began to pull my face into her pussy. I moaned loudly as she did that and I heard her ask "do you like eating my wet dirty pussy Barry?".
I managed a muffled "OH YES" making sure that she could hear me.
Again, I could feel her relaxing more with each moment, and heard her say "That's good Barry, that's real good! I like that Barry. I like you eating that wet dirty pussy of mine! Eat all that juice out of there Barry....get it all!" she said through gritted teeth. She was now grinding her pussy against my face. Bumping her pussy hard against my face, and then, all of a sudden she let go of my head and stopped and quickly jumped up. I was afraid that she was going to run into the bathroom and jump in the shower, but instead she forcibly told me to get up on the bed and to lay on my back!
I moved immediately into position. I was expecting her to lower herself onto my hard little dick at this point, but instead she shocked me when she said "I bet you want to finish cleaning out my dirty pussy, you want to get every drop out of there, don't you Barry?"
"OH YES" I moaned excitedly.
I had barely got the words out before she was squatting onto my face. She put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself as she lowered her pussy. My mouth was being smothered by her wetness. Or should I say "their" wetness. She started rubbing her pussy all over my face, coating it with their juices. She pushed my nose into her wet pussy and finally as she moved her pussy over my mouth, my tongue began to dig deeply in and out of her. I thought I had already cleaned most of the juices out of her before, but this new position, her pussy unleashed a river into my mouth. From somewhere deep within her pussy, a new flow of semen began to run into my mouth. I extended my tongue as deeply into her as I could and swallowed the offering hungrily over and over again. I didn't know that there could be so much cum in a pussy and realized that her black lover had filled her pussy full of his cum earlier tonight!
Just as the flow was receding, I felt her orgasm begin to rack her body. I could feel her vaginal canal clenching my tongue in cadence with a deep moan from within her. She convulsed her hips in opposition to her pussy clenching my tongue. She was moaning now, and her whole body was shaking as it seemed like she had several orgasms, one right after the other, and all the while Joyce was saying over and over again "that's it Barry, eat that dirty pussy, eat that pussy real good! I love the way you lick all the juices out of that dirty pussy and now that I know just how much you love to eat it, I'm going to want you to do it all the time when I work late! I'm going to want you to eat this dirty pussy all the time!"
I reached up to feel her rock hard nipples and gave them a twist and she had several more shaking orgasms. When she had finally finished cumming, she slid down and lowered her pussy onto my little dick. It slipped in sloppily, easily, and all the way to the hilt, all four inches. I could only last for two of three strokes before my body convulsed and I shot my cum in her. My dick was in a constant state of contraction and ejaculation. I closed my eyes and let the intensity of my orgasm rock my body. I thought it would never stop.
When I was finished, I opened my eyes to the site of my beautiful wife smiling down at me, still impaled on my little dick. She looked amazing, and I'd never been more in love with her in my life. She had the look of pure love in her eyes as well!
When she slid off of me, cum ran from her onto my dick and I'm not sure if it was all mine. Probably not, because I'm pretty sure that I'd done a pretty good job of cleaning her up and I'd just had the biggest ejaculation of my life for sure! I was surprised again, when she turned around and moved into a 69 position and put her pussy over my mouth again and at the same time leaned over and took my little dick into her mouth, cleaning it off while I licked my own cum out of her pussy.
Finally when I had finished eating my cum out of her, she leaned in and kissed me passionately and as our tongues danced together, I tasted my own cum and couldn't help but think that it wasn't all that much different than what I'd tasted earlier when she'd just gotten home. I figured that Joyce must've cleaned her black lover's cock just a bit earlier in the evening and that was what I tasted earlier. Joyce watched closely as I swallowed the cum she had forced in my mouth and seemed so pleased. She then leaned over and kissed me again and we curled up together on the bed.
It's been three months since that night and Joyce still "works late" several night a week and even has gone to the "office" a few times on weekends. I know that she's still seeing several different black lovers and every once in a while I drive down and watch as they bring her back to her car and then race home to await her return. That's how I know that she has found at least five more additions to the original eleven that I had discovered And also realize that it’s possible she is actually fucking more than sixteen different black men now.
I still don't think that she has any idea that I know what is going on and I have no plans of telling her or attempting to make her stop anytime soon. What has changed after that first night when I ate her black lover's cum out of her pussy three months ago is that after that night, every time she comes home after meeting one of her black lovers now, she just quickly leads me upstairs and lets me strip her clothes off and clean her lover's cum from her pussy. I always work hard to make sure that I bring her several orgasms with my tongue now, just like we used to do during most of our married years to make up for my shortcomings. I'm also getting better at being able to control my premature ejaculation problems, although still not entirely and I still can’t last long inside of her. We do now make love almost like we did as newlyweds and I hardly ever look at porn now because all I have to do is think about my hot wife and all those big black cocks shooting their cum in her pussy, and I get off better than with any porn out there, and besides, I now get to go into her hamper and suck and lick on the crotches of her panties the next morning after she has been out to get a ”second taste of the taste I’ve grown to love.
I sure hope this never ends but I do have one concern though. A couple of months ago, she mentioned that she was thinking of stopping taking her birth control pills and asked me if I thought she was too old to have a baby. I didn't know what to say and told her that I thought that she certainly wasn’t too old and that it would be fine for her to have a child, and said that in a lot of ways, it might even better complete our ******. She smiled and said that she was so glad that I felt that way because she had already quit a couple of months before that and that she was thinking that she might even want to have two or three babies before she got too old.
I can only suspect that with all the black cum she is taking in her now unprotected pussy that it indeed won't be long before she gets knocked up and also realize that she might already be pregnant. I don't know how she will be able to hide her outside lovers if the baby is black but then again, maybe she really does want to come clean and that will be her way of telling me the truth........but I have already figured that if that happens, I am going to tell her that it's fine with me and that I don't want her to stop....until she is sure that she is ready!
The end
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