The Wife Part Ten - Sex Stories

The Wife Part Ten

... could feel Jim’s cock sliding on his.

Soon they were a true threesome smoothly moving in sync and mutual ecstasy. Her little brown star seemed to breathe with their thrusts. Blanche’s torso began to tremble almost violently. She screamed that she was cumming and cumming and begged them to fill her cunt with their hot spunk.

Jim announced that he was ready to do just that and John felt the warm spurts and pulses as her lover filled Blanche’s pussy to overflowing. He added his surprising second load to the mix. She collapsed on Jim and closed her eyes, panting. John pulled slowly out and he and she rolled onto their backs. A slow but steady flow of cum ran down her ass to the bed.

Both Blanche and John were decidedly worn out. Jim offered the guest room for the night. Without bothering to bathe, they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Sometime during the night, John was awakened by voices. When he opened his eyes he could just make out Jim at the bedside, his hard cock in Blanche’s hand.

“Shh, don’t wake John,” she whispered. Then she carefully slid out of the bed and they padded out of the room. John dozed off for a few minutes, but once again heard voices from Jim’s room. He tip-toed to the door and saw Blanche on her knees, her face buried in the sheets while Jim rammed his fat cock into her from behind.

“Whose pussy is this?” Jim asked, never slowing his assault.

“It’s yours, you bastard. Stop making me say it; it’s yours to fuck any way you want. Now shut ...

... up and fuck me damn you. Your cock is driving me crazy” John’s heart sank.I’ve lost my wife, he thought.

“It’s my pussy you slut, mine alone. Don’t forget it, not your husband’s anymore.” He continued ramming her.

John went back to the guest room and waited for his wife to return. Light was beginning to show through the window when she crept into bed with him. He pretended to be asleep. “Wake up, sleepy-head. It’s time to go home.” They retrieved their clothes without disturbing Jim and drove home in silence.

He noticed that Blanche seemed to be walking with difficulty. She leaned on his arm going up the steps into the house. She fell into bed and was asleep almost instantly. John lay quietly debating how to proceed. By the time she woke up, he had made up his mind. They were sitting down to a late breakfast when he spoke.

“Last night was a painful but decisive awakening for me. I cannot abide you being with that guy anymore. I do not want you to see him again, ever, not even once. You have behaved like a deceitful slut with him, as you did with Tom. You are destroying my affection for you and our marriage with it.”

Blanche looked down at her lap for a long time, then meekly asked, “May I see him one more time to tell him that we must stop?”

“No. There is no “we” with him if you want to stay married to me. Send him a text that says simply that you will not see him again ever. He deserves no additional explanation. If he calls you, hang up.”

With tears in ...