adulterous wife

The cheating wife
put down her coffee cup, wiped her mouth, and her husband glanced at his watch, saying, "Oh, time for work, gotta go."
I took his briefcase, helped him put on his suit jacket, and saw him to the front door. He
kissed me , saying, "I love you, wife, goodbye!" I replied reluctantly, "I love you too! Come back soon."
The door clicked shut. I went to the living room to clean up the dishes and took them to the kitchen. Back in the bedroom, my heart
started pounding, and his vibrant body gradually appeared in my mind… His
name is Johnny. Last week, when I was shopping at the supermarket downstairs, I accidentally twisted my high heels in the elevator. Although I didn't
fall , my purchases scattered all over the floor. He carefully picked everything up for me and even helped me home.
To thank him for his help, I made him a cup of coffee and asked him to stay a little longer. He
kept praising my cooking skills and complimented my looks and alluring figure, making me incredibly happy. During casual conversation,
I learned that he lived in the building next door, was a freelancer who designed computer programs for various companies from home, and
went to the supermarket every morning to buy daily necessities.
After that, we met almost every day at the supermarket, shopping together, grabbing drinks at the neighborhood restaurant
, and then he would carry my bags and walk me home. In less than two weeks, we became
inseparable confidants, and finally, succumbing to the natural law of attraction, our friendship blossomed into romance,
and we ended up having sex. From then on, my shopping list had a new item: birth control pills.
He's supposedly one-quarter foreign, which explains his good looks—a robust physique, deep-set eyes,
a high nose bridge—the kind of mature, charming prince charming that's popular with girls. Especially
his…that thing, probably inherited from his foreign grandfather, was thick and long, much bigger than my husband's
. I secretly measured it once; it was at least two glans longer than my husband's penis!
I still remember the first time he penetrated me. The initial fullness and discomfort gradually transformed into a feeling of fulfillment and ecstasy.
I knew then that I could never live without that huge thing. I suspect that women who say penis size doesn't affect
the quality have never experienced being penetrated by such a large penis. Every time Johnny's penis
entered and withdrew from my body, the friction time and area against the vaginal walls was one and a half times longer than my husband's. I felt that
two thrusts from him were more stimulating than three thrusts from my husband. Often, I had already orgasmed twice before he ejaculated.
Thinking of Johnny, I stood in front of the dressing table, looking at my body in the mirror.
Under the caress of two men, I became even more beautiful and alluring. My figure was more curvaceous and my breasts
were fuller . I took off my robe, put on the sheer lingerie my husband had bought online, slowly removed my underwear,
sprayed some perfume under my armpits, behind my ears, and on my vulva, and twisted my hips a few times. Oh! If I were a man, I
would surely be aroused by the alluring young woman in the mirror.
"Ding-dong~" The familiar doorbell rang, and I quickly suppressed my lustful thoughts, going to open the door.
"Baby, missed me? Come on, see if you did what I told you to." Johnny grabbed
me before even entering, his other hand immediately reaching under my crotch for a few rubs: "Hmm, good girl, you already took off your underwear."
"Oh! You impatient lecher, come in first, it'll be bad if the neighbors see..." Before I could finish my angry
retort , Johnny swept me up in his arms, kicked me back, and slammed the door shut, heading towards our bedroom.
"Hey! Don't rush, I made you some coffee..." I was still dazed, struggling slightly as I said, "Never
mind, let's have sex first." He had already thrown me onto the bed and ripped off my pajamas.
Johnny quickly stripped naked, pounced on me, and pinned me
down. His hard, erect penis expertly slid into my vagina. "Oh..." I gasped softly, holding
him tightly, feeling his massive member slide in until the head reached my cervix and could go
no further. Only then did I relax, ready for his next wave of wild thrusts.
Johnny didn't immediately attack. Instead, he caressed my breasts with one hand and flipped our
wedding photo on the bedside table to face us with the other, grinning wickedly. "Your husband's watching us make love! Go ahead and
be wild, let your husband see how slutty you are." I glanced at him, my cheeks flushing red with embarrassment,
but at the same time, my lust ignited like a fire doused with oil.
This wicked Johnny truly understands the subtle psychology of a cheating young woman. Despite being unfaithful,
she feels her husband's gaze fixed on her while she's being fucked. The internal conflict of shame and excitement fuels her lust
to unprecedented heights , intensifying the pleasure of her orgasms. I gradually become addicted to this chaotic, distorted carnal desire.
Ah! Johnny begins thrusting, his penis seemingly plucking the strings of excitement throughout my body. Waves of pleasurable
sensations surge from my lower body like ocean waves; his penis is like flipping a switch on my secretions, causing an unstoppable flow
of vaginal fluid . I feel like I've fallen into a whirlpool of pleasure, spinning, rising and falling, fainting, lost… I'm so
overwhelmed by pleasure that even my soul seems to have flown away.
"Click! Cluck…" Suddenly, the sound of the front door unlocking comes from the entryway. Oh my god! Could it be my husband
coming home? I was startled; the pleasure burst like a soap bubble. I hurriedly pushed
Johnny and peeked through the crack in the door. Sure enough, I saw my husband stepping into the room!
Johnny saw him too. We scrambled off the bed. I kicked Johnny's clothes, shoes, and socks under
the bed while anxiously trying to figure out where to hide him. Hiding in the closet? No, getting from the bed to the closet
required passing through the doorway, which my husband would definitely see. Hiding on the balcony? No, Johnny was completely
naked ; it would be terrible if the neighbors saw him, and who knew if my husband would come out onto the balcony?
In a flash, I noticed a space under the dressing table next to the bed, big enough for one person.
I quickly pointed to that spot and forcefully pushed Johnny there. He immediately understood, crawled
over, and disappeared into the dark space.
I hurriedly threw on my thick bathrobe, used the low stool to block Johnny's hiding place in front of the dressing table, and then sat
on the stool, pretending to style my hair in front of the mirror.
Thank goodness! Just as I finished concealing myself, my husband walked into the bedroom. I dared not move for fear of giving myself away, so I stiffly looked
in the mirror and feigned surprise, asking him, "Huh? Didn't you go to work? Why are you back?"
"Oh, I forgot a document in the study. I need it for the meeting today, so I came back home to get it," my
husband said, walking towards the dressing table. I became even more frightened, pressing my abdomen tightly against the edge of the dressing table,
spreading my legs wide, and pulling my robe open to try and cover myself as much as possible.
My husband stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders, looking at me in the mirror and praising, "Oh! Sweetheart, you're
so beautiful, your cheeks are so rosy, and your eyes are so alluring." Before I could reply, something
unexpected happened—I felt something warm and slippery gently
moving up and down inside my vagina! I immediately realized that Johnny was licking my wide-open vulva with his tongue!
Even more embarrassingly, my open robe revealed my proud breasts through the mirror, completely exposing them
to my husband's view. His hand slowly moved down from my shoulders, gradually approaching my breasts… Almost
simultaneously , Johnny's tongue was already on my engorged clitoris, teasing it with varying pressure.
Oh my god! What should I do? Intense and stimulating pleasure surged from my lower body, but I couldn't cry
out . I could only endure it silently, biting my lip tightly, though my body still trembled involuntarily.
Fortunately, my husband's hand had now reached my nipples, pinching and gently twisting them. I let out
a loud lewd moan, "Ah… ah…"
"Are you cold? You've been shivering, even your nipples are frozen stiff," my husband asked with concern,
turning his head to look: "Oh, no wonder, the balcony door is open!" He then let go and walked towards the balcony. I secretly
rejoiced that Johnny hadn't hidden on the balcony, and then secretly kicked him, warning him not to play
pranks .
After closing the balcony door, my husband came back behind me and continued to fondle my breasts. That
damned Johnny took the opportunity to kick me while I was down, licking my vulva again with his tongue. This time, he not only teased my clitoris but also
inserted a finger into my vagina, thrusting it in and out.
I couldn't bear being attacked from both sides like this by two men. I moaned and
groaned incessantly, my body trembling violently as if I were getting cold, but I dared not move. The only movement I made was to press
my lower abdomen forward against the dressing table, lean back, look at my husband with hazy eyes, and open my red lips
to express the pent-up desire in my heart.
"Does it feel good?" my husband asked smugly while rubbing my breasts. "Mmm...mmm...
so...comfortable..." I answered him without thinking, but then I wondered, should I say this to my husband
, or to Johnny to reveal my true feelings?
Looking at my sexy, opening and closing lips, my husband finally couldn't resist. He released my breasts, quickly pulled down his
pants , and, holding my head with one hand, forced his penis into my mouth with the other.
Now I was in a bind, so I obediently took his penis in my mouth, licking and sweeping the glans with my tongue
.
Under the dressing table, Johnny was also sucking my clitoris, servicing me with gentle sucking. The
situation was incredibly strange: the wife was diligently giving her husband oral sex, while the husband had no idea
that right under his nose, his rival was simultaneously performing oral sex on his wife!
Johnny knew I was sitting still and wouldn't move, so he became increasingly aggressive. Every time he sucked on my clitoris
, it made me shudder violently, and I reflexively sucked on my husband's penis. With each
suck, his penis grew harder and harder, the veins bulging, throbbing in my mouth
. Soon, my
husband couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his penis out of my mouth, panting, and bent down to carry me
to the bed. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I quickly pushed him away, saying, "You...
what do you want? Aren't you in a hurry to get to work?"
"Never mind, let's have sex first," my husband said, already holding my waist. "Tch! Why
do you men always say that?" I blurted out. As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I'd said something I shouldn't have and
immediately shut up.
"What? What 'you men'? Who else has said that to you?" My husband was completely bewildered. I
quickly made an excuse: "Oh... this... this... didn't that man
say the same thing in the porn you brought home the other day?" My husband was skeptical: "Really? Hmm, you women are really strange. Who
pays attention ?"
Taking this opportunity, I shook off my husband's hands, grabbed his penis and started stroking it, giving him a seductive look,
and then said: "You've always wanted to ejaculate in my mouth, haven't you? Today I'll try sucking it out for you with my mouth."
My husband was overjoyed and didn't want to go to bed anymore. He just stood by the dressing table, letting me take
his penis into my mouth again. To make my husband ejaculate quickly, I used all my skills, sucking, licking, and
sipping, while holding the base of his penis with one hand and stroking his scrotum with the other, trying to get him to ejaculate as soon as possible so he could leave for
work and end this embarrassing situation.
I've never experienced anything so absurd in my life, and I doubt anyone would believe it if I told them. Yet, this kind of
scenario, which only happens in stories, is unfolding right before my eyes. I was focused on
giving oral sex, while my lover was squatting between my legs, doing the same thing. The ridiculous thing was
that my husband, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being cuckolded, was actually quite pleased with himself, thinking that his beloved wife was sacrificing herself to satisfy his
desires .
As Johnny's oral and handjobs were simultaneously taking place, my vagina began to spasm, and waves of vaginal fluid
gushed out. I couldn't take it anymore, and unconsciously increased the speed and depth of my husband's penis,
even letting the glans touch my throat without caring, because the nausea was
completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming pleasure surging up from my lower body.
My husband's penis grew harder and harder, and he even held my head and thrust forcefully into my mouth like he was having sex.
I knew from experience that he was about to ejaculate, but at the same time, my orgasm was also imminent. Suddenly, my vagina
convulsed and gripped Johnny's fingers tightly, refusing to let go. I also held my husband's penis tightly in my mouth, refusing to release it.
"Pfft pfft pfft..." Thick, fishy-smelling fluid shot from my husband's glans into my esophagus.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle..." At the same moment, my cervix also gushed out several streams of vaginal fluid. "Ah...ah..." My husband and
I cried out in unison, reaching the peak of our sexual ecstasy and achieving
orgasm in an unbelievable way.
My husband slowly withdrew his penis from my mouth with satisfaction. My mouth was full of semen, but I couldn't leave
to spit it . I could only frown and force myself to swallow it all, feeling nauseous. My husband watched me swallow
his semen with immense emotion. I had always refused to let him ejaculate in my mouth, but today he not only allowed it but
also willingly swallowed all of it. He marveled at the power of love! He leaned down and kissed my
cheek , saying sincerely, "Wife, I love you!"
"Husband, I love you too!" I replied tenderly, adding considerately, "Okay, hurry up and get
dressed for work! The economy is bad right now; don't let your boss put you on the next layoff
list ."
"Yes, yes. Wife, I'm off then, bye!" My husband didn't even bother to wash up before hurriedly putting on
his clothes, grabbing his briefcase, and rushing out the door.
With a "click," the door slammed shut again. I let out a sigh of relief and kicked
Johnny under the dressing table. "You rascal, get out here already!" I said, shifting my body to make room for this little devil to crawl out
.
As soon as Johnny came out, he chuckled mischievously and asked, "Was it good? Exciting, wasn't it? You have no idea how
excited I was, especially when I brought you to orgasm in front of your husband. I almost couldn't hold back and came."
He then swept me up in his arms and put me back on the bed.
"Don't even mention it! I was so worried. When I came, my lower abdomen contracted, and I could see your
hair peeking out from between my legs. Luckily, my husband was about to ejaculate at that moment and was just focused on closing his eyes
and thrusting wildly in my mouth, otherwise it would have been terrible!" After saying that, she buried her head in his chest in a coquettish manner and twisted her body unhappily.
Looking down, I saw Johnny's penis was already erect, veins bulging, glans throbbing.
I'd never seen ; it seemed thicker and longer than ever. My heart started pounding again
. I reached out and grabbed it tightly, stroking it lovingly up and down. My vagina felt itchy, and
I wanted nothing more than to shove the whole thing inside me.
Johnny, as expected, understood perfectly. He flipped over and pinned me down. I quickly aimed his penis at my opening, and
he thrust forward. Oh! The feeling of fullness and satisfaction returned. He slowly pumped in and out,
kissing me passionately. The taste of my husband's semen still lingered in my mouth, and Johnny's mouth was filled with the fishy smell of my vaginal fluids,
but neither of us minded. We made love to our hearts' content, savoring the sweetness of each other's saliva.
If Johnny was the stimulant in my husband and my love life, then my husband was
the catalyst in my sex life with Johnny. I experienced vastly different tenderness and ruggedness, each with its own unique sexual
positions and techniques. Perhaps some would accuse me of being lewd and promiscuous, but I don't care. Since the Creator
created orgasm for mankind, and it can only be achieved through sexual intercourse, should
n't we make good use of it to enjoy our lives?
As Johnny thrust in and out, he whispered in my ear, "You know what? I love
the feeling of bringing you to orgasm while your husband is watching, I love seeing your expression as you try to hide it from your husband while I bring you to
ecstasy ..." He thrust even harder, scraping the fluids secreted from my vagina with each
stroke.
I felt the ecstatic thrusting of Johnny's thick, hard penis in and out of my vagina. I turned my head to gaze at the wedding photo on
the bedside table . My husband was watching us, two
naked worms entwined on the bed, with a broad smile. I couldn't help but shout in my heart, "Ah...husband...I'm having an orgasm...it feels so good...
did you see...I was fucked by another man until I came...I'm going to heaven...his penis
is so big and thick...it completely fills me up...oh...husband...he ejaculated...so much
...it's so hot...he ejaculated so deep...filling places you've never been before..."
The little incident of my husband's sudden return today brought Johnny and me an extraordinary and huge stimulation.
We spent the whole morning making love in our bed, tirelessly reaching one
climax after another. We went from the bedroom to the living room, then from the living room to the kitchen. Johnny even carried me into
my husband 's study and placed me on his computer desk, thrusting wildly. We left pools of glistening,
clear fluids all over the house…
Finally, when Johnny ejaculated his hot semen inside me for the third time, we were both exhausted
. I had lost count of my orgasms, and I lay limp on the bed, too weak to even move a finger
. As Johnny slowly withdrew his now-erect penis from my vagina,
a strange thought suddenly occurred to me: What if my husband leaves something behind again tomorrow?

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