I Think About How to Handle Things

I backed out of the house, went back to my car and drove away. For all I knew they were going to go at it for a third time, but I needed some time to think. I was pissed, hurt, and really turned on all at the same time. I had never seen my wife as a slut. She was conservative in the bedroom, and I thought things were good between us. I knew she never climaxed when I fucked her, only when I used my mouth, or she masturbated. Maybe I just didn’t do it for her. At the same time, it was sexually exciting to watch her fuck another man. She really got off on his big cock, and I enjoyed watching her be fucked. Did I divorce her, or get her to do it again while I watched and jerked off?

I drove around until it was about my regular time to come home. I pulled up and went in the front door. The shower was going upstairs and I assumed she must have been washing the cum and sweat off her well fucked body. I went up the stairs and came into the room just as she was getting out of the shower. My cock jerked to half-erect as I looked upon her sexy naked body, her heavy breasts and big nipples, her pussy lips, I was ready to fuck her. Her face was still red and flushed and her chest was flushed like it always did after she had an orgasm. I smiled and she returned it saying, “I was just washing off after laying out. What do you want to do for dinner?”

“Well I was thinking, as you’re already naked and such, maybe we could, well you know, take advantage of that fact.”

She wrapped a towel around her, covering up all the good parts, and moved closer to me as she pecked me on the cheek and said, “Well, maybe later. I’m kind of hungry.”