At that exact minute I would have agreed to anything and so I did. Which is why I found myself standing on my front porch, on our tenth wedding anniversary, watching my wife being driven in a chauffeured limousine to the man who was going to fulfill my fantasy.
It was almost 9a. m. the next morning and Claire was not back yet. I had expected her around two or three in the morning, but when she’d not shown up I had no idea of who or where to call to find out if she was all right. I thought of calling the police, but what could I tell them?
“My wife has gone off to fuck another man and she’s not home yet. Can you help me find her?”
No, I didn’t think I could do that. I was making my twenty-fifth trip to the front door to look outside when the limo pulled up in front of the house. Claire got out, a little unsteadily, and started up the walk. The black chauffeur made as if to help, but she waved him away and he got back into the limo and left. I opened the front door and held it for her as she came into the house. She was a mess. Her wedding dress was covered with stains, the veil and train were ripped and torn and covered with stains, which I assumed, were drying cum and there were love bites on her neck and dried cum in her hair.
Claire turned to face me and said, “Kiss me” and when I hesitated she stepped to me and put her mouth on mine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and she gave me a very passionate kiss. She pulled back from me and said, “Did you taste it? Did you taste the cum that was in my mouth? And then she laughed and said, “God, I should have let you push me into this a long time ago.”
She took my hand and led me to the bedroom where she pulled off her dress and then turned to face me. There were hickeys all over her stomach, breasts and thighs and there was dried cum everywhere. On the inside of her right thigh there was some fresh cum running down the inside of her leg, like it was just leaking out of her. Her panties were gone; her nylons had runs and ladders and there were even dried cum stains on her high heels. She sat down on the bed, looked at me and said, “Time to do your part” and she fell back on the bed and spread her legs wide to expose her cum soaked pussy. I dropped my bathrobe and started to stroke my cock but Claire said, “Oh no. Not yet. First you have to suck all the cum out of me baby, that was the deal.”
I usually didn’t mind performing oral sex on Claire, but I had a hard time putting my face into the cum soaked matted mess that was between her legs. Claire noticed my hesitation and said, “I did my part of the bargain, you had damn well better do yours if you ever expect to fuck me again.”
I forced myself and as I began licking her slit she told me about her night.
Claire had called one of her single girl friends and told her what she wanted to do and asked if her friend could help set her up with a suitable man. Her friend told Claire that she was being stupid, but she finally agreed to help. Claire had waited until her friend had set up the ‘date’ and then she had made the arrangements for the limo and the hotel room. She dug out her wedding dress and then went out and bought the heels and hose. The chauffeured limo had driven her to the hotel and she went up to the room she had reserved, set up the camcorder and then she had called room service and ordered a bottle of champagne. At seven o’clock there was a knock on the door and she opened it to find a tall, muscular man in a tuxedo. She invited him in, they had a glass of champagne.
“And then I went to my knees in front of him, unzipped him, and took out his cock. He was all ready hard and I dipped the head of his cock in my champagne glass and then I began to lick him. I licked down the top of his cock to the base and then I licked the underside of it back to the head. When I reached the cockhead I swirled my tongue around it and then I took him in my mouth and gave him a slow, leisurely blowjob. He was too big for me to deepthroat , but I got almost half of him in my mouth and in a few minutes I had him ready to cum. He gripped the back of my head and held me on him as he shot what felt like a quart of cum down my throat. I had to gulp fast to keep from choking, but I managed to swallow every drop. I took a drink of champagne and then I slowly undressed him and when he was naked I had him sit on the edge of the bed.
I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth again and I sucked him until he was hard and then I had him stand up. I bent over the bed and leaned on my elbows and he lifted my dress, pushed aside the panties and entered me from behind. I was so wet from anticipation that he slid right into me. He gripped my hips and began to slowly fuck me, but after a few minutes I asked him to fuck me harder and faster and as he did I had my first orgasm. He fucked me hard and fast for several minutes and then he told me he was going to cum and he asked me if I was on the pill or had any other protection and I told him no. He asked me if he should pull out and I told him no, that I wanted him to shoot his seed deep into my belly. He put on a burst of speed and then I felt the warm flood as he released himself in me until he was drained and his cock went soft. He pulled out of me and we shared a glass of champagne.”
At this point my cock was ready to burst as the picture that Claire painted raced through my head. It may have been my imagination, but even though I had been eating her pussy the entire time she told her story she seemed to be getting wetter. I pulled my face away from her and stood up, my cock jutting out in front of me, but Claire said, “Not yet! Keep eating me until my story is done,” and I went back to performing my chore.