Tell me about it

Mike didn’t go to the flat. He didn't dare to watch what was going on. Not because he feared it but because he knew that he would not be able to stop himself from cumming. He also wanted to hear about it from her first. He felt that it would be hotter.

He drove to town and window shopped. He stopped in a cafe and had some lunch. He moped around the park and tried to distract himself by ogling the joggers. It felt like an eternity. All the time his imagination was racing and he had to hide a number of awkward boners.

There was a chance that nothing would happen but he had a feeling that he knew Joey well enough to think it wouldn’t take much provocation for him to make a move. He was also pretty sure that the job wouldn’t have taken this long without at least some flirting. Even if nothing happened, it might lead to it in the future.

Just as he was beginning to consider giving in and checking the cameras he got a message. “You can come home now.”

He tried his best not to speed but he drove recklessly to get back. He walked in to find Helen in a bathrobe, fresh from the shower. He was a little disappointed he didn’t get to see her freshly fucked but she might not be ready for that. “Well?” he asked.

Helen smiled and then dashed to him and hugged him. “I did it, my love, I did it. I had sex with another man.”

Mike was hyped up by her excitement. “Really?” Still holding on to him she beamed and nodded. Mike kissed her. She tasted of toothpaste. “How was it?”

“It was good.”

“Just good.”

“Okay, it was really good.”

“I need you, right now,” Mike said.

Helen took his hand and pulled him upstairs. She threw off her robe and jumped on the bed. “Get your clothes off and take me,” she said, holding her arms out to him.

He rushed to take them off and joined her on the bed, his cock already painfully hard. Her legs were spread and he looked at her pussy. It looked the same. He knew it was stupid but he had wondered if it might look sore or be gaping. He didn’t know how big Joey was.

Helen saw him staring. “I had another man's penis in there today,” she said, lightly touching herself. You are no longer the only man to have been in here.”

“W, Was he big?” stammered Mike.

“I thought so, he was bigger than you if that’s what you are thinking about. Come on, I want to make love to you.”

Mike’s heart was pounding. He’d never been so turned on. He got into position. He looked at Helen, she was smiling adoringly at him. What face did she make for that other man? Did she look at him with such loving eyes? He put his cock inside her. “There you are. My lovely husband, back where he belongs,” she cooed.

Mike thrust, once, twice, three times. “I’m cumming,” he cried out and pulled himself out just in time to shoot his cum over her belly.

“Oh my, that must be a new record,” said Helen. She had laughed as she said it out of surprise. Mike looked mortified and hurried to clean her up. She felt a bit guilty for laughing. She had also planned to tell him to cum inside her but she hadn’t had a chance.

The laugh had stung Mike but it had also been exciting. His masochistic side enjoyed the idea that his pathetic performance had made her laugh.

She got under the covers after he wiped her belly clean. She held them open to indicate that he should join her and she pulled him close to her so he rested his head on her chest. “You know, I kind of like it that it made you cum so quickly.”

“Really? Why?” she asked as he stroked her soft skin.

“Because it means you really enjoyed what happened and I don’t need to worry about it.”

“You don’t need to worry. Anyway, I don’t even know what happened. I didn’t get that far.”

“Poor love. I’ll tell you now.”

Mike lifted his head up. “Do you want me to go down on you while you talk?”

She pushed his head back onto her chest. “No, I’ll just look after you while I tell you.” She had made a decision. She would tell him what happened but she would play it down a bit. She didn’t want him to get too worried about how good it really was.

“You did well picking out the outfit. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me. I was really nervous but i did my best to show it off to him. He totally called me on it too which was embarrassing but also kind of sexy. He realised that I had dressed up just to seduce him.

“He was really strong and manly. His hands were rough from his work but that made it better. He told me to suck his cock, so I did. It looked really big up close but he told me he was only a bit above average. Do you have a little one?”

That question hit him hard but the embarrassment went straight to his small cock and it got stiff again. “Yes, sorry, I’ve always known it’s a bit small.”

“Aw, don’t worry love. I adore your little penis. It made me feel good for years so don’t beat yourself up.” She reached out and held it. “Ooh, it’s hard again.”

“Shall we try again?” Mike asked.

“No love. I just want you to listen,” she said but she kept a hold of him and began to lightly stroke it, her fingers gently caressing it rather than gripping it.

“I’ve been practising with a dildo. Kat gave me some pointers too. I wanted to get really good and then surprise you. Well, he was surprised at how good I was.” She giggled at the memory of Joey’s surprise as she slid his cock all the way into her throat.

Mike’s cock throbbed at the thought of Joey stealing that surprise from him. “I didn’t do it for long as he wanted to have sex with me. He sat me on the stool in the kitchen and he put his cock in me.”

Mike’s cock throbbed again.” How was it?” he asked hoarsely.

“It was very good. I know I said I liked your little cock but I have to admit, I enjoyed the way he felt inside me. I was so wet he just put it all the way in.”

“Did he use a condom?”

Helen panicked. She hadn’t even considered that. Was she supposed to have used one? She decided to lie to be on the safe side. “Yes, I forgot but he had one with him.”

Mike knew his wife well enough to know when she was lying but that only made his cock throb even more. “Did you cum?” he asked.

“Yes. A couple of times,” she lied. “He changed position partway through. He bent me over the kitchen counter and he fucked me from behind.”

Listening to his once pure wife use the phrase ‘fucked me from behind' was the final straw and her gentle caresses took him over the edge and he came on her hand. “Oh, you bad boy. You made a mess on me again,” she said in a low sultry voice. “I didn’t even get to tell you that I want to do it again.”