I surprised myself and I know I surprised Jenny. It took me a long time to cum, not really surprising given what I’d all ready done that night, but when I came Jenny was in the middle of an orgasm and so I went down on her to keep her going. My eating Jenny’s cum filled box drove her just as wild as it had Myra and Jenny loved it. The only difference was that Jenny was wetter and sloppier than Myra, probably because she was so worked up by the time we got home, and Jenny tasted different than Myra, more salty.
“God lover, why haven’t you ever done that before? It was wild. Can we do it again?”
“Can you get me up again?”
She could and did and then I fucked her so long that my dick hurt by the time I came. The second time I ate her cum filled pussy she went just as nuts as she had the first time and she had two orgasms. She wanted to go a third time, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t get me up.
That night was a turning point in our sex life. The frequency began to increase until we were back up to five and six times a week and after every time Jenny wanted me to eat her pussy while my juice was still in her. And that wasn’t all. Myra called me and wanted me to come and see her. I told her that I didn’t think that it would be a good idea and she begged – literally begged – me to see her again. It was wrong and I knew it, but what red-blooded male would say no to a beautiful and sexy woman who begged him?
I began seeing Myra two or three times a week and between her and Jenny I lost fifteen pounds and had to start going to the gym to work on tightening up the loose skin. Myra was just like Jenny in that as soon as I came she wanted me to go down on her and when I did she went crazy. I began to think that every bit of cum that left the end of my dick ended up back inside me in my stomach. It was wrong, I was cheating on the woman that I loved, but God did I feel like a stud and a half.
Then one night, about two months after my first time with Myra I came home from an afternoon between Myra’s legs and found something disturbing. Jenny was in the bathroom taking a shower and I went in to use the toilet. I lifted the seat and there floating in the water was a used, tied off rubber. It apparently had not gone down when the toilet was flushed. It could only mean one thing of course; Jenny was cheating on me. My wife was an unfaithful slut! I began to get angry and I almost went over and pulled her out of the shower to drag her back and stick the cheating bitch’s face into the toilet and then demand an explanation as to why there was a rubber floating there. Hey, what can I say? We all know that the double standard is alive and well here in the good old USA. I stopped myself from running over to the shower, took my whiz and flushed the evidence down the drain and began to plan on how I was going to find out who the unfaithful bitch was fucking before I made my move.
When Jenny came out of the shower she wanted to make love and even though I wasn’t keen on having sloppy seconds she had probably washed most of her lover away in the shower and so I grit my teeth and fucked her. When I entered her I learned something. She felt just like she had all those times when she told me that she was wet and horny from thinking about me all day and waiting for me to come home. The bitch had been fucking around on me for months! I wasn’t gentle with her like I usually was. I pounded into her as hard as I could thinking my hard, brutal assault would somehow punish her, but all the cunt did was beg me to fuck her harder. God damn it, I wanted to punish her, not give her pleasure so I pulled out and rolled her over on her stomach and without any KY or finger work to prepare her I stabbed my cock in her ass. It slid in easily and when I bottomed out she screamed, but it was a scream of pleasure not pain – her asshole lover (no pun intended) had beaten me to her rosebud and had opened her up for me. I was really mad by then and I rammed my cock into the cheating whore as hard as I could until I blasted my load into the bitch. I collapsed on the bed next to her and she rolled over and kissed me with as passionate a kiss as I could ever remember getting from her.
“God lover, that was the best ever. I do so love you baby, and I’m so damned glad that you’re mine.”
She jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom leaving me lying there and just a little bit confused. She loved me and she was so glad that I was hers? Then what was she doing fucking some other guy? She came back with a wash rag and cleaned off my cock and then she went down on me. In spite of my anger at finding out that she was a cheating whore my cock began to get hard and as it came up she made a quick move and I found myself in a sixty-nine with her cheating pussy being forced down on my face. I knew now with an absolute certainty that this wouldn’t be the first time that I would be eating some other bastards cum mixed with mine out of my wife, but I had to tough it out. I couldn’t let the slut know that I knew about her until I knew who her dickhead lover was.
When I met Myra the next day my heart really wasn’t in it and she could tell.
“What’s the matter baby, you seem down”
“Jenny is fucking some other guy.”
“So?”
I knew that telling Myra how I felt about being cuckolded by Jenny would make me sound like an idiot, especially in light of what we were doing, so I wisely didn’t go any farther with it. What I did was say that I was going to find out who it was. “If I have to follow her around for a month or hire a private detective I’m going to find out who it is.”
“You would really do that?”
“Yes I would.”
“Why? As long as whoever it is keeps her occupied she won’t have time to think about what you are doing. Let it be.”
“I can’t. I have to know.”
“Are you sure that you really want to?”
“Yes damn it, I have to know!”
“Okay baby, save your money.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I know who it is.”
“You do?”
“Yes I do, and since you obviously aren’t going to let it go and it would only take a day or two to find out anyway I might as well tell you and get it over with.” “How long have you known?”
“Since the minute it started.”
“Who is it?”
“My husband George.”
I sat there staring at her, not fully comprehending what she was saying.