1. Discovering My Nasty Wife Part 4


    Date: 2/29/2016, Categories: Group Sex, Interracial Sex, Voyeur, Author: Mrbigdick2014, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    understand it myself. I fantasized all night about her kissing him, and her legs opening to his exploring hands. She came home in a couple of hours and said little about it other than they talked a lot. She didn't get home until about 11PM. She was obviously tipsy from the alcohol and her hair was just slightly rumpled. She winked at me seductively and kissed me on the lips. Her full soft kisses always made me shutter. But this kiss put me in shock! Not because I needed it so badly, but because I thought that I caught a whiff of cock on her breath. I knew that sexy smell and taste. I knew it from when we would kiss, after she had gone down on me. It was cock on her breath! I was sure! I didn't know what to do, how to respond. So I acted as though I didn't notice. She smiled and kissed me again but deeper and sexier. "You like?" She asked and then licked around my mouth kissing me a third time and giggling. I love to kiss and I needed it so badly, and god she was a good kisser. In the past, when I would taste myself on her lips, after she had gone down on me, I would often fantasize that the taste and smell of cock on her kisses was from her going down on another cock instead of mine. It always drove me crazy to imagine that. But this was real, absolutely real. I was sure that she had sucked his cock that night. I was inflamed by my fantasy and at the same time, I was torn with intense fear and jealousy. Had my wife had been out drinking with another man and sucked his cock, ...
    but I was so turned on about it that that overruled anything else. The image raced through my mind of her kissing down his flat stomach and then licking his cock, and taking it in her mouth. It was terrible, but what a wonderful torment this was. I could smell his cologne on her neck. She was buzzed. Then she gave me another one of her deep wet French kisses. The smell of sex seemed even more evident. There was no doubt. His cock had been in her mouth. My reflex quickly drew back. She closed her eyes and giggled, slightly swaying from the drinks. An electric current went through my body, but I tried to contain myself and act as though I had not noticed the sex on her breath. 'She had sucked Phil's cock.' 'She had really sucked Phil's cock.' The thought kept hammering itself into my brain, as though trying to make me realize the gravity of her act. My sweet conservative wife had actually sucked arrogant Phil's cock, not in some fantasy of mine, but humiliating reality. She slipped her arms around me. My legs went weak. My mind was confused. I felt trapped by the insult. I didn't know what to say or how to react, because, deep down it was what I wanted, what I'd always wanted. I wanted to run and at the same insane time I wanted her to tell me what she had done. "Do I taste good Sweetheart?" She teased. She wanted me to know without saying it. She wanted me to know that if she wanted to, she not only could, she was going to suck other cocks. I played dumb. "You taste wonderful ...
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