Sloppy Seconds

I have an incredible story to tell, and it all started with getting caught surfing porn on the Internet. My wife Cheryl has always been very jealous, she doesn’t even like it when I look at another woman and when she walked in on me while I was surfing the net she was furious. To make matters worse, I was desperately trying to close pop up windows that kept opening with hardcore pictures every second and she saw everything.

I pleaded with her that I wasn't looking at pictures, I was merely reading erotic stories and caught in an advertising gimmick of never ending consoles. I told her she could check the history on my computer for herself. She seemed to believe me, but then she checked the history and things really hit the fan.

Somehow I had ended up in an erotic story site that catered to one particular theme- men who liked watching their wives with other men. I don't have this particular fetish, it just turned out by accident that all the stories on this website were basically the same. I thought it was quite odd actually and I’d only read a few stories before moving on to looking at pictures, but I didn’t tell Cheryl that.

What was really amazing was that when Cheryl noticed that all the stories had the same theme she jumped to the conclusion that I was having fantasies about watching her with another man. She asked me if I wanted to do something like that, and of course I said no, but apparently she didn't believe me.

We went through a little game where she kept teasing me about having weird voyeurism fantasies and I kept denying it (for the record, I was telling the truth). Eventually it became a regular part of our foreplay. We didn’t do it all the time, but talking about it did turn us both on.

I didn't think anything of our little love games until I came home from work one day and noticed a strange car in the driveway. My heart dropped into my stomach as I thought of what it might mean. As I walked up to the house the door opened and I saw Cheryl kiss a man goodbye- on the lips, and she was only wearing a very thin nightgown.

I stormed up to the guy, but he ducked into his car really fast and I heard him say something I could barely hear. I think I've figured it out since then as being something like, "she told me you were separated," but I was completely baffled at the time.

Inside the house all Cheryl had to say to me was "you're late." I was stunned. That day a client at work had detained me and I had forgotten to phone. She looked incredibly sexy and I could tell she had just been fucked. Her hair was a little sweaty and she had oil all over her body.

"Late for what?" I was actually shaking I was so angry and confused.

She was smiling and very calm as she explained that she had arranged to fulfill my fantasy- only I was supposed to be home an hour ago. She had gone online this morning and arranged a date for the afternoon using an online dating site. She said she'd been screwing the guy who just left for over an hour while waiting for me to walk in on them.

I was so mad I counted to ten and then still yelled and screamed about it being the cheapest excuse in the world. I told her to get out of my sight, but when she wouldn’t leave me alone somehow I ended up in the back yard. I was just trying to get away from her, but she followed me outside and while running after me her nightgown slipped off.

Despite being so angry that I could barely think, I couldn’t help noticing how good she looked. She pleaded with me that she genuinely thought this is what I wanted and that she’d never do it again. It was very strange to be having an argument with my naked wife in the back yard. It was also a turn on.

Cheryl has always been able to seduce me whenever she wanted and this time was no exception. My brain gave way to the needs of my cock and before I knew it she was on her knees blowing me while I told her I’d forgive her if she gave me exact details of what she did with the stranger.

She agreed and as I listened to her describe how it happened we fell into a heap on the patio. We didn’t even go inside at all and she stroked my cock with her hands while she told me everything. I tried not to be turned on, but it was impossible and I couldn’t keep myself from grilling her in an angry voice and making sure she answered every one of my questions truthfully. "So you sucked his cock… did you deepthroat him… (yes)…… did you swallow… (yes)…… You fucked him…. Missionary… (no) ……On top.. (yes)…… On your knees…(yes)….. Did you take it in the ass… ( whispering…. yes)… Did you come…(yes)……While he was in your ass…(no)…. Did he use a condom (yes)" It was like a very perverted game of twenty questions.

For some reason the details about the sex itself didn’t bother me as much as when she described the guy. She’d chosen him because he had a big cock and that almost drove me crazy. When I’d heard enough I grabbed her hair and pushed her head down to my crotch and said she better swallow like she did for the stranger or I’d divorce her. Before that day we’d never experimented with rough sex at all and it was quite a discovery. She gave me the best head of my life and did exactly as she was told, swallowing every drop of my come while deepthroating me at the same time.

I think emotions have a lot to do with great sex, both of us were so turned on nothing could have kept us from fucking like crazy right there in the open air of the back yard, oblivious to the no-so-private surroundings. We don’t have a fenced in yard, we have some bushes that provide a bit of privacy, but not much.

I never imagined sloppy seconds could be so good. I fucked her silly until I had four complete orgasms (a first for me) and I don’t really know how many Cheryl had, but it was definitely a lot. She told me later she lost count at five. It’s really surprising considering the royal fucking she’d received from the stranger before we got into it. She was so sore afterwards she had trouble sitting down for a few days.

I seriously considered getting a divorce even after the make up sex, but things returned to normal in about a month with only a few exceptions, one of which is that I’m pretty sure our neighbor witnessed us in action and he’s been pretty weird around me ever since. I know he’s probably waiting for the right moment to make a move on Cheryl, but I’m confident she’ll turn him down. I’ve come to accept her explanation that she only had an affair to please me and I trust her completely.

Another exception is that I still find myself thinking about Cheryl getting fucked by that guy all the time, especially when we‘re having sex.. I wonder if she enjoyed his big cock better than mine, and I wonder if she hasn’t told me everything about the experience, secretly keeping some pleasurable memory about it to herself.

And then there’s the weirdest exception of all : Sometimes I find myself wondering if I should approach her about doing it again.

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