Stacey ( my wife ) and myself had a good sex life, but after 15 eld it became a slight predictable. Usually driven by me, I knew the sign, the main signal being Stacey going up for a shower before bed. The sex itself was always serious, sometimes cracking as we both know what makes each former tick and cum. I still find Stacey attractive, she's 5'7"and although at 36 she has never shed the infant weight of having a couple of kids, her utilization routine still keeps her bum pert and heavy tits firm.

Over the last 15 long time we have grown together, both in spirit as somebody mates and sexually. At 42 I'm older and have certainly had Thomas More experience. She is trusting and outdoors minded, nigh new things she has tried with me, she has enjoyed and gone on to develop. Sex indoors, sex open, making making love, fucking like animals, some rough play, dressing up, we've descend a prospicient way together. But recently affair had gone off the boil, the UK covid lockdown didn't help, Stacey, me and the small fry were cooped up together for a hanker period, terminal point privacy and working from home consuming us, probably made worse for me as my masturbating opportunities were also reduced.

As the lockdown restrictions were eased and sure sports and exercises were allowed again, I got out walking and kayaking, whereas Stacey got back on the golf game course at every chance, where she is very accomplished ( playing off a handicap of 5 ). She played 2 or 3 times a week with her friend Amy, who roped her into entering a mixed completion. Stacey eagerly told me about the comprehensive coming up in 6 months and that she would be playing with Gary and Tony. Tony was new to me, an average out thespian and someone making the telephone number up. Gary I knew from way back, an splendid golf player and a bit of a lady man. Despite knowing this, I didn't say anything, I'm not the jealous type and have never had cause to be. Of the 2-3 rounds a week, Stacey and Amy played, Gary and Tony joined them, but again as they were playing as a 4, I didn't worry unduly.

One calendar week Stacey had played on the Mon and was due to take on again on the Wednesday, going back to the signals I usually read before sex, she showered before bed on Tues night, Stacey came to bed smelling lovely and me waiting in bed with a severely on in anticipation, however when I made an advance she said not tonight, I'm tired. This not only frustrated me, but got me thinking ‘ wow, she always responds to me in the same circumstances ’, the following day she was beak up for golf, Amy picks her up so I then induce our car to ferry the Kyd about. Whilst Stacey was out golfing, I took the kids to the store to choose what they wanted for dinner. I bumped into Amy's mum, we made a bit of low public lecture, before she said ‘ I'm glad Stacey hasn't had to overlook her golf game ?'and ‘ that it was squeamish that Gary had something to rent his idea of his recent separation ’. When I looked quizzical, she explained what with Amy isolating at home because of covid, it was well that the other could still run. I nodded, smiled politely and we parted.

I then started to question why Stacey hadn't told me and began to think thing, I got myself in a mess wondering if Stacey was having an affair, but was able to rationalise affair and put my intellection down to petty jealousy, after all Tony was there to tittup pulley block Gary. Strangely though, with the mix of emotions I'd been feeling, I was quite turned on by my dirty mind wrongly thinking what my wife was up to. With my dirty mind getting the better of me, I shut myself away from the Kid in the lav and wanked myself furiously at the thought my married woman being fucked o the golf grade by Gary, Tony even joined my fantasy at one peak as I imagined her being turn away over in the woods by both men, using her and leaving her wide of cum. I came buckets myself at the mentation. Immediately afterwards I was overcome by guilt and anger at myself for being turned on by such thoughts. I pushed all that to the rear of my idea and went downstairs, to prep the nipper evening dinner, which I served before jumping in the shower upstairs in the en-suite.

After dismissing my perverted intellection, I was getting dry, I heard the front threshold go, I thought to myself, ‘ Stacey's home, don't be an arsehole or Weird about her not telling you ’. When I came out of the en-suite moment later, I startled Stacey who must have rushed straight upstairs, she had already taken her shirt and bra off and was just stood in her golf underdrawers. She looked hot and flustered and was surprised to see me come out of the en-suite. She mumbled something about being sweaty and needing a shower. I complemented her, saying she looked very amercement to me, to which she blushed. I moved over to her and went to give her a kiss and a hug, she turned away to avoid this, which was very out of character. I then nuzzled into her neck opening, she shuddered and responded by lifting her arm behind her and around me, pulling me into her neck. I left one arm around her neck and massaged her tits, each one in turn, they still gravel me, just over a handful each, but as irreverent today as they were 15 age ago. Her mamilla always stand up with she's aroused and right now they were on end. We enjoyed this fleshly consequence, before my paw began wandering down to her short pants. Stacey snapped out of the moment, saying"sacrifice me a second, I'll want a promptly rain shower ”, I said not a opportunity as I firmly pulled her neck opening back to me, bring in my impart hand around her pharynx softly, turning her principal to the position so I could kiss her neck, simultaneously to this, I pushed my right hand down into her shorts, my deal brushed against lace. Stacey half protested again that she needed a shower, I said not a fortune as you were wearing some of your squeamish panties. I thought, this was quite strange as she only wore her nice underwear on special occasions.

I rubbed her slit through the lacy panties, as I pulled down her shorts with my other handwriting. I was surprised at how wet she already was, but put that down to have been golfing on a hot day for 4 hour. I was pleasantly surprised to find the panties were new to me, a lovely netted duet of hipster thongs. With just her panties on, I stood behind her, right hand rubbing her hammock and my left script back up top, alternating between her tits and neck. I myself had only had a towel on, however, this was farseeing gone and all I had was a raging 8"hard on, which was nestling between her branch, nudging against her panty clad stub. Her half hearted"no, no, no"was contradicted by her trunk responding to me, pushing herself back on to my rock knockout cock. Maybe sensing that I wasn't going to take n for an solvent, she panted"the kids are downstairs, so rent be quiet"before adding"and don't be making it or worry about me ( making character reference to me always holding off cumming until she had ), just fuck me, use me to cum in ”. This nearly made me cum where I was stood, I love her talking dirty to me, possibly because to the outside world, she is so lovely, she has a high profile job and comes across as butter wouldn't melting in her mouth.

I pulled her thong down to her knees and instinctively knelt down to drub her pussy ( from the front, from behind, sat on top, I adore oral sex ), she hissed"NO, just lie with me ”, but as she was tentatively balanced, stood up, but with her panty around her knee joint, I gave her a get off push forward onto the bed and was rewarded by a sodden and strangely reddened looking puss, framed between her bum, legs and lacy step-in. This was a target I couldn't resit, I dived into her, tongue straight in, nose nuzzled against her arsehole, it was amazing, she responded by pushing back, her pussy sass unusually pushed straight over my mouth ( her kitty usually needed a bit of work to get her full loosened up ). Stacey was grunting, subconsciously rubbing her pussy up and down my facial expression, I had each of her work force held tightly, clamped next to my font, which allowed me to commit her deeper onto me and didn't allow her squirm forward. I'd been too horned up to notice the obvious signal, but the realisation suddenly hit home.

With a caput full of emotions, angriness, luxuria and confusion. I flipped her over to face up me, she immediately saw the look on my brass and looking eye to eye, she teared up and quivered"I'm so sorry, I don't want to mislay you"at this point, with the realization that I'd be licking lather and spunk from my wife snatch after she'd been treasonous with another man, my hard on should have gone, but it was fit to bristle. Not only fit to erupt, but laid upwards between Stacey and me, rubbing against her dripping twat, with every slight movement. There was 10 bit of silence, in which we never lost eye inter-group communication. Stacey laid back on the bed, me holding her leg by the ankles, with her soppy panties pressing firmly against my chest. After the eternity like moment of silence, with one manus Stacey pushed my stopcock inside her, I couldn't believe how lubricated and warm her cunt was.

As I leant down I simultaneously thrust into her and kissed her, I whispered in her ear that I can not believe she let them sleep together and cum in her and demanded that she lick every tincture of the two men off me."What, no, no, no, not two, it was just Gary, what do you think. .."Her judgment of conviction was cut short by me pushing her legs down back to the bed, making her G-string stretch from side to side of her brass gagging her."JUST GARY"I said"you dirty fucking slut ”, as I held her there in that post, I pistoned into her furiously, using my wooden leg, hips and bodyweight, Stacey whimpered and muffled encouragement, after a couple of arcminute she was shaking through an orgasm, before tapping me vigorously on my hip, I released her from being pinned. She immediately began talking"that was amazing, the best ”. I hooked her legs over my articulatio humeri and carried on driving into her, using my now free paw to squeeze her titmouse and pinch her nipples."I want YOUR cum"and"I'm sorry, I really am, I love you"I cut her off again, this time by pulling her panties off and gagging her with them. Wow they were wet, in hindsight I should ingest wrung them out over the sordid bitch.

But back to the job in deal, I said"I don't want to hear I love you, I'm sorry or anything, I just want to use your dirty cum filled cunt. You just lay back and enjoy, but while you do cerebrate very very clearly about what happens when I'm done. Because we are going to have a talk of the town and if your 100 % honest and pelt nothing, we have a chance, but anything short of that and we are done, OK ?"She nodded her understanding, what a film she was, her back talk bulging with lace, tomentum all over the place, covered in sweat and god knows what else.

I then did exactly what I said, I went at her with no love whatsoever, just pounding her, legs held out by the mortise joint one minute of arc, over my shoulders the next. Hardly ever losing eye contact, I spoke obscenely to her, calling her a whore and a tramp steamer, I said"what a dirty hussy she was"to which she shook her head"of course of action you are, bringing habitation a kitty-cat and thong full of another guy rope spunk"I said."It was a commodity job, your MY dirty slut"she nodded eagerly at this,"that's better"I said. I then reached under her and purloin her bum with my hands, grinding my tool into her. I parted her bum face and started working the tip of my finger into her arse, I asked her"did you let the scratch roll in the hay your arse ?"she didn't shake her principal or nod at this, she mumbled something through the dripping pantie. I carried on humping her whilst clenching her bum with my hands, rubbing her arsehole with my finger. I clamped down with my mouth around the lacy stuff which was hanging out of her mouth and pulled the panty out of her mouth, she gasped and started nibbling my nipple ( she knows I love this ). I asked her again"did he fuck your arse ? ”. She look up from my nipple and looked me in the eye again and said"no he didn't, he was fucking me from tush and said he wanted to but I said no, that didn't stop him pushing his thumb into my arse at the Lapp time he growled that he was going to cum"this nearly pushed me over the edge and I could find my turncock starting to swell. Stacey sensed the reaction in me too, adding"I liked it and by that level if he'd asked again, I'd have let him fuck me in the arse"I interrupted her"I'm gon na cum you dirty bitch, I'm. .."this time the lacy panty were used to cut my sentence short and gag me, covered in cum, exertion, juice and saliva, Stacey pushed them into my sass and carried on talking"I had a slight orgasm quite quickly with him fucking me, must deliver been the novelty of fucking someone new and it being outside, but when he went from ploughing me with hands on my coxa, to sticking one quarter round in my bum gob and the other in my mouth to pull me backwards to him, the deeper slant he got into me, plus the feeling of impuissance, pushed me over the edge and a immense orgasm waved over me, my kitty-cat convulsed, which pushed Gary over the boundary and he emptied his testicle into me, like a person violently emptying a pot to ensure all the table of contents would get along out."I didn't even make it through to the end of her colly remembrance, mid judgment of conviction I flushed her pussy out with my cum, whilst still looking her in the eye. But now, I was laid on top of her, cock still rigid inside her, hands still clamped around her bum. My foreland was over her berm buried into the pillow, with her used filthy underwear firmly clenched in my oral cavity. She then added"I came that backbreaking, that Gary couldn't get rid of his thumb from by arse, I had to consciously unwind my bum and it still stung taking it out. BUT THAT fuck with you just then tops anything we've ever done. Rob, I am truly sorry, but thank you and I do love you. We lay there panting together, for some strange understanding I felt as finis to her as ever and knew I still loved her. Normal life story resumed shortly afterwards, when we heard the kids shouting upstairs that they wanted dessert. Stacey ran to the toilet, I could see punk dripping down her pegleg. I threw my robe on and went downstairs .