How I Acquired My Taste For Fucking Other Men's Wives - Sex Stories

How I Acquired My Taste For Fucking Other Men's Wives

... another, even for those who swear by monogamy, and I was amused that Emily seemed to get her kicks the way she did. Did Greg know? Who could tell? Did he have his own bit on the side? Maybe I should keep my eye on the pair a little more. When I heard Greg’s car pull up at just gone six, I decided that I wanted to see them together. I don’t know why. Maybe I wanted to see how Emily would act around him, if she would betray any sign of her infidelity. Maybe I just had some kind of intuition. I gave it five minutes, then I emerged from my lair. There was no sign of the couple. I checked the entire bottom floor. Nothing. I looked out of the windows to see if they were in the garden. Nothing. I had no business upstairs, but figured I could make up an excuse for wanting to talk to them. It was my habit, even then, to tread softly, and in any case the stairs were carpeted, so I didn’t make a sound. Once I reached the top, I heard voices. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but they were coming from the bedroom. I crept in that direction. The door was open, enough for there to be a crack between door and doorjamb through which I could peek without being seen. I caught my breath. There, on a wooden chair, at what I knew to be the foot of the bed, though I couldn’t see the bed, was Greg. He was completely naked and erect, but what caused me the most surprise was that he was wearing Emily’s pink knickers over his face; the very knickers she’d been wearing when Hodges shagged ...

... her. Instinctively I understood, though I’d never seen anything like this before, that she’d been wearing them since then, and that the old man’s spunk must have seeped into them. And now Greg was wearing them over his face. “Do you want my pussy?” Emily was teasing in a husky voice. She was invisible to me, probably on the bed. Greg nodded. “Do you want to fuck my cunt?” More assertive now. “Please may I?” Greg begging. “You know you’ll have to be really good to me for that to happen,” Emily said. I wished I could see her, but I didn’t dare move. Besides, I couldn’t get into that kind of position without Greg seeing me. “Please!” Greg whined. Emily laughed. “Oh no! Just wearing those spunk-infused panties isn’t enough.” “Please,” Greg said. “Tell me what you want me to do!” Since this first time, I’ve seen all kinds of things, but this first time I was disgusted by it. I was disgusted by the thought of those knickers on Greg’s face, steeped in Hodges’ sperm. But more than anything I was disappointed. I’d regarded Greg as an equal, yet here he was, a pathetic figure with his wife’s soiled panties on his face, quite happy to let another man fuck her and to abase himself like this. I felt I would never be able to feel anything but contempt for him. “You know what I want,” Emily was saying. “You want so many things,” Greg complained. “That’s no way to talk to the wife who’s being good enough to let you wear her freshly spunked knickers,” Emily admonished. “If that’s your attitude I ...