I Keep Her...But With Terms

My mind was filled with my wife’s moans of pleasure as the kid’s cock filled her tight pussy, the pussy I had fucked just that morning. I went through my alternatives and finally made my decision. I was going to throw her out of the house, the bitch. Even though I was still hard from watching her fuck the kid next door.

Gun in hand, I started to say, "Get out....", but before I could finish my sentence my wife rushed towards me, tears in her eyes, sobbing. She knelt in front of me and furiously unzipped my pants, taking my cock in her mouth.

Between sobs and sucking my cock she managed to say, "Steve, please, don't hate me for what I did, it was just, just a thing, he means nothing to me. I love you, I want your cock, baby, but...."

"But what?" I demanded.

And she confessed. This was not the first time this had happened. Tears rained down from her eyes onto my cock as she told me about the guy she picked up at the grocery store, the guy she met online and spent an afternoon with at a motel, the two guys who fucked her after meeting them at the mall.

"You're a slut, aren't you," I said, as much to myself as to my wife. "Just a cock-hungry slut whore". I had married young, a beautiful young woman with gorgeous tits, and now find out she is just a cunt for anyone that comes along.

"Please, Steve," she begged, "I'll do anything you say, anything."

Damn right she will, I thought. And thought some more.