R Peters - Lewd wife

My orgasm was so overpowering, I kept pumping, even after John's prick had faded away. I recalled him waking up for a moment and thrusting his hips, but I wasn't sure it had happened, as I had been madly addicted to my own orgasm.

I let the tension begin to relax and slid back down off John's prick onto his body. My hair was tangled, soaking wet, and I pushed it back away from my face. I hardly had any strength left. But it didn't stop me from sticking out my tongue and sucking up my cunt-juices that had covered John's crotch. I sucked in as much as I could while I closed my eyes and rested.

The next morning I was rudely awakened by Roger. At first I wasn't sure of where I was, but gradually Roger's shaking awoke me. I didn't even know if I was at home, or still at Valerie and John's, and I was startled. It turned out to be six, and Roger was getting ready for work.

"Wake up, wake up," he said, as he shook me.

"What?" I grumbled.

"Get up I said," Roger shot back. "I want to talk to you." With that he grabbed hold of my arm and pulled me up out of bed. "Get dressed. I'll meet you in the kitchen," he said.

So I went to the closet, got out my bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. Roger was sitting down at the table and he seemed angry about something.

"What happened?" he asked.

I was caught off guard and didn't even know what he was talking about. I hesitated, because I didn't know how to respond.

"What happened last night between you and John?"

"What kind of a question is that?" I asked.

"Just tell me," he said, "I'm not in the mood for any games."

"Games?" I shouted. "You take me to John and Valerie's house, they both come out naked, John leads me to his bedroom, he's one of your best friends at work, yet he fucks me. Meanwhile you're in the next room fucking Valerie, and you ask me what happened?"

There was a long pause. Roger was looking down in the bottom of his coffee cup. "Well it just looked like you were really getting into it and…"

"And you weren't?" I shot back.

"Okay, okay," he said, "I'm sorry. I guess I was just surprised by your attitude. I mean John and I had talked over the possibilities at work and I never thought you'd go for it, then it all worked out so smoothly, I just couldn't believe it."

"Well, anything that makes you happy, makes me happy," I said.

With that Roger got up, came over to me, kissed me lightly and left for work. I was too tired to think about the discussion we'd just had, so I went back into the bedroom and fell on the bed.

A couple of hours later I was up getting the kids off to school. As I shoved them out the door and off to school, my mind wandered back to Roger and our spat that morning. It was unusual because we seldom fought and we had never even discussed matters like this before. Of course, there wasn't any reason to in the past.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I was. Roger had set me up, and now he was unhappy? If I had refused, he would have also been mad, so I couldn't win.

I went in the bathroom and dropped my robe to the floor. I stretched my arms upwards towards the ceiling and glanced in the mirror to admire my body. I put my hands underneath my breasts and rubbed the ends of my nipples with my fingers. A slight chill ran through my body, going up my legs and into my pussy. My thoughts wandered back to the other day when I had masturbated in the bathroom while Roger was sleeping outside. I thought about my boobs rock hard against the cold mirror, and my throbbing cunt trying to slide across the smooth surface.

I thought about my cunt-juice on my fingers and the nice warm, glowing feeling I had when I came on the rubber hose nozzle in the sink. As I floated back into that experience I was bounced out of it by a telephone ringing.

I ran into the bedroom and answered the phone next to our bed. It was Roger, calling from work, to say he was sorry and hoped I wasn't mad. I played innocent and told him everything was fine. We said goodbye and I was even madder when I got up from the bed.

A draft of warm air circled my body as I passed by a window going back into the bathroom. I realized that Roger's call had interrupted my fantasy, and that I was beginning the morning by getting hot again. It seemed like I was always horny, wanting some hard cock for my hungry pussy. That was a new feeling, and one I could neither control nor understand. Sometimes I just got carried away. I looked back into the minor and winked at myself. I was proud of my body and didn't feel ashamed of feeling great about it. After all, only a fool would ignore the use of such a body, and the pleasures it could bring.

I took my hands and began rubbing them along my hips, turning myself on again, and as I thought back to Roger's actions, I decided against masturbating. Why should I have to finger my own hole when I could go out and get some real meat to put inside my cunt. And that's what I decided to do.

Cindy had often gone out to lunch at a local restaurant called The Wayside Inn, and I had heard stories about businessmen picking up married women there for a romp in the sack. I thought about it and decided to give it a try. I called Cindy and asked her if she wanted to go out for lunch. She thought it was a great idea, so I picked her up and off we went.

We had a quiet lunch in a corner booth. Inside the place it was pitch-dark and it took my eyes a good twenty minutes to get adjusted to the dim lighting. Cindy had been there before so she was more relaxed than I was.

After we finished eating, Cindy suggested we go over to the bar, where a man was playing piano and there were more people. As we were walking to the bar a couple of older businessmen came up to us and asked if they could buy us a drink. Just as I was about to agree, Cindy politely turned them down. "What are you doing?" I said as we sat down.

"We can do better," Cindy replied as she flashed a wink my way.

A couple of minutes later two young guys came in the other end of the bar. They sat down and ordered a drink. I didn't think Cindy had noticed them. They were dressed neatly and both had dark tans, blonde hair and were in great shape. When they finished their drinks, the taller one, who was wearing a dark blue suit, came up and asked if they could buy us a drink. Cindy said they could. The other guy came over and joined us. The taller one was obviously going after Cindy, and after only about three minutes of small talk, he was putting his arm around her.

I was getting hot just watching him put the make on her. My guy, Mark, was pretty reserved and wasn't doing much to get me interested. I knew I'd have tobe the aggressor. Cindy said she was going to split with her guy Tom. Since we'd come in her car I saw an opportunity.

"That's okay," I said, "I think I can talk Mark into taking me home."

"Sure, why not?" Mark replied. He didn't seem to get my hint. I thought that I was going to be very bored by this guy. He seemed too reserved to want to fuck a married woman. I asked him a few questions, which he briefly answered. Not much else was said on the ride home, but as I watched him shift the gears on his small sports car, I became turned on, just at the thought of his hands all over my body.

We stepped inside and as I walked through the living room, my head was spinning. I had downed only a couple of drinks, yet I was a little dizzy. I asked Mark if he wanted anything to drink, but he turned me down.

He asked for a couple aspirin, saying he had a slight headache. Seizing the opportunity to invite him upstairs, I told him to follow me to the bathroom adjoining my bedroom. He went inside and closed the door. I quickly peeled off my clothes and headed for the door. Standing nude outside the door, my heart was throbbing, and I could hardly wait to feel his young, fresh meat shooting into my warm and tender pussy.