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When Angie, my sexy wife, left with her three BFFs for a girls’ night out on Saturday, I knew they were likely going to go clubbing or maybe to The Cockpit – a male strip club next to the airport. All four girls have always been on the wild side, so binge drinking and hitting on guys is never a surprise.
When both midnight and 1am passed by, I didn’t give it a second thought. At 3 am, I finally went to bed and slept like a log. The next thing I remember was hearing the front door open downstairs. The bedside clock showed 8:15am and bright sunlight filtered in through the sheers. The sound of Angie’s stilettos on each stair told me she was ambling along at a much slower pace than normal.
When the bedroom door opened, Angie’s disheveled mop greeted me first. Her face emerged; thick,black streaks of mascara marred her pretty face. Her lipstick was smudged and faded. Angie’s blouse splayed wide, unbuttoned from the one just above her skirt and the soft curves of each breast disapoeared into the sheer fabric. She left without wearing a bra so there would be no bra to see now.
“Hi, baby,” she whispered aloud.
“Hey,Ang. Good time?” I lay still beneath the duvet and sheets, almost laughing as my wife attempted to stand straight up. Her head nodded slowly and Angie reached for her blouse to pull it from her black miniskirt. She unbuttoned the last button and let the cloth fall to the floor. Her pendulous D cups swayed with her uneven balance.
“Such a good time,” she slurred. Angie shimmied out of her skirt and climbed up the foot of the bed, crawling toward me. She clawed at the duvet, leaving me covered only in the top sheet. “I’m really horny, baby!”
“I can see that,” I offered, taking in the sight of Angie’s hangers while she reached for the top sheet. “Did you girls have fun?” I teased.
“Oh,yeah, the talent at The Cockpit was outstanding, baby!” My semi-hard cock sprung from the sheet as it was pulled away from me.
My cock twitched as I pictured Angie and her whore friends misbehaving, grabbing dick and maybe even going to the VIP lounge and sucking one of the young dudes off. Angie continued, “But the girls wussed out! They caught an Uber when the bar closed.”
This was new territory. Usually the girls will Uber home together or even get a room. I had to ask, “You stayed after they closed the club?”
“Well,” Angie began, wrapping her fingers around my cock, “Cole told all of us we could stay for a private show.” Angie smiled as she squeezed my cock head, spilling precum down my shaft. “He has a great dick!”
Angie stroked me while she spoke, her fingers sensing my responding stiffness.
“So Cole gave you your own show? Did he go down on you?” Again, my imagination was running wild. Angie, alone with a stripper after the club shut down?
Angie did not answer right then. Instead, she lowered her face over my pole and sucked the knob of my cock. When her eyes peered up at me, she smiled and nodded. Angie released my cock and said, “Don’t cum yet, or you’ll spoil it!” She continued jacking me cock ever so slowly.
Angie climbed farther up my body until her thong came in contact with my rigid dick. I could feel both her warmth and wetness of her pussy through the thin fabric. Angie ground her panties along the length of my dick. “Is there anything else you want to know, baby?”
Angie was as excited as I was, and when I looked into her eyes, she showed a sly smile. I asked, “Did you fuck Cole, Ang?” My heart beat so loudly I thought my ribs would break.
Angie leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. Our tongues swirled and I tasted a masculine musk. She saw my recognition instantly and whispered, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
My hands were already gliding over Angie’s slender hips, and so I slid my right hand beneath the skimpy waistband until my fingers came upon her creamy sluice. Angie’s pussy soaked my fingers while her panties bathed the back of my hand. And it was not just her juices.
Angie bit my ear and whispered, “Do you want to eat it or fuck it?” Jesus, I thought I would cum right there.
“Fuck it,” I answered right away. Angie wasted no time slipping out of her undies and mounting me. In an instant, my rock hard cock was swimming in her gooey soup.
Another whisper. ”He came so much baby!” Not one second later, without any preamble or warning, my cock erupted, sending wad after wad of semen into Angie’s sopping cunt. She moaned as my warm cum filed her and spilled from her. When my softening dick fell from her warm hole, Angie sat up again and inched her way higher.
“Clean me up, baby. Pleeeeaseee! You know you want to.”
I hesitated as my wife lowered her pussy to my face. When I shook my head slightly, she responded with, “C’mon, baby. It’s mostly yours now.” Angie was right. I have often eaten her pussy after I’ve cum inside Angie. But, that was my own cum. I still wasn’t sure,until Angie looked down at me and added, “Just luck my clitty, then. I need to cum!!!”
Once I focused on lapping Angie’s abundant clit, I was fine. There wasn’t an obvious difference between my own and another guy’s cum after all. Angie came in the next few minutes before falling off beside me. When we cuddled soon after, Angie offered, “Sorry, baby, I couldn’t help myself. You’re such a cuck,” before we both slipped into a peaceful slumber.
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