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I sat and watched as she coaxed him ever closer to the edge, teasing and cajoling him with her hands and her mouth and her eyes. She could feel the tension building in him as she worked her magic. Her eagerness was clear, getting clearer every second. She wanted it. She wanted it more than anything else you could have offered in that moment.
His legs locked, I knew he was past the point of no return now. Reluctantly she slipped his cock out past her lips and stroked him with a desperate speed that revealed her desire. Her other hand found his balls, massaging them as they contracted and twitched as they ached. They both needed what came next just as feverishly as the other. But not more than I.
His shaky breaths turned into small grunts and full body shivers.
“Come on now…”
She kissed the tip gently.
“I need it. Right here.” She whispered, pointing him right at her mouth.
“You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” She was blunt. She was in control. She had one goal in mind and she had to have it now, this instant.
She gave him one last long lick up his shaft as a finger traced up his full to bursting balls.
And that was it.
She knelt there, gazing into my eyes with the smallest hint of a devilish smirk on her lips. His load had plastered her, hard to believe it had all come from just one man. All over her face, rope after rope, into her hair even. A generous helping adorned her lips and her cheeks.
In that moment, with another man’s semen dripping from her chin down to her heaving breasts, I had never even been close to this attracted to my wife. My own manhood was screaming to be set free, it’s aching and straining were almost enough stimulation to push me to my own extreme eruption.
On uneasy legs I moved to her. I took her soft hands in mine and pulled her to her feet. My hands took her waist and drew her close to me, enough to feel me pressing against her stomach, enough to force me to hold myself back again, just barely.
She made eye contact, and my breath caught. I could feel my lust for her in my chest, writhing and roiling, needing to be released. I couldn’t resist.
I took in the wondrous, glorious sight of her beautiful face painted by her new lover one last time, soon it would be gone. My lips, of their own accord reached hers, mixing her taste with his.
I wish I could experience that first moment, the first contact between the three of us again, just once more. It plays in my mind every time I look upon her. Each subsequent time it happens is plenty good enough though.
I told her how much I loved her with my mouth and lips and tongue. Greedily I kissed her lips, her cheeks, her neck, savouring the sticky evidence of our first extramarital encounter. It was addictive. So much so I have done the same every time since, in one manner or another.
As we held each other, he quickly mumbled his goodbyes and left, just about acknowledged by my wife. Clearly embarrassed, but I think we all knew he’d be back for more.
We collapsed onto the sofa, I the big spoon as she preferred, as we came down from that rapturous high. I kissed her cheek and whispered how brave and wonderful she had been to take this leap for me. (Although as it turned out it was as much for her pleasure as mine in the end). My fingertips traced the side of her body until they eventually reached the heat between her legs. It only took a minute, such was her arousal, and every second I told her just how much I was grateful she took this step for us. Once I had given her the shaking, breathless ecstasy she deserved we fell into a deep sleep tangled together, closer than ever.