Are You...?

"I must be," I said before I rammed my cock in her mouth, and fucked her head until my balls tightened. I pulled back, leaving my head just past her lips and felt my cum spurt in jets into her open and willing mouth. She looked up at me as she waited until I was done, then showed me my load, then swallowed it.

"Are you the type of girl that will remember the taste of another man's cum," I asked, "when she is fucking her husband tonight."

"I must be," she said, rising from her knees and kissing me, the taste of my own sperm still on her lips. She wrapped her body tightly against me, "because I hope you're the type of man that has another load for her."

I twisted her around and lowered her to the bench, she sat on the edge and spread her legs, her bare cunt spreading wide. The tuft of blonde hair reminding me that she was naturally blonde. She looked up at me as her finger ran up the length of her pussy.

"Are you the type of man that will taste another woman," she asked, "so he can better appreciate his own wife's pussy?"

I sank to my knees, and lowered my head, "I must be," was all that I said with words. The rest I showed her as my tongue cleaved between her outer lips.

She groaned, trying to stay quiet in the dressing room as my tongue explored every fold. Her hands lifting lightly to my head, caressing along my hairline above my ears. She tasted exotic, sweet and tangy. I couldn't get enough of her juice, and I lapped her slit deeply. My mouth sealed around her lips and sucked. My tongue cleaving between her engorged lips as I teased her opening.

I lifted my mouth and the tip of my tongue found her clit. Her hard bud stiff under my wet muscle, I flicked the hood back and swirled my tongue over the delicate bundle of nerves. She arched back, her hips lifting up to feel more of my lips and tongue. My fingers worried the lips around her opening, then found the spot and slid in. I curled the tips of two fingers inside and teased the top as my lips, teeth and tongue tormented her clitoris.

She writhed, and bucked. her thighs clamping around my ears. Her pussy spasmed and I lowered my mouth and drank the sudden flood or her spending. I drank of her ambrosia and savored the taste. She relaxed and I lifted my head up, then rose and kissed her lips.

"Are you the type of husband," she asked, "that will kiss your wife while another women's cream has dried to your face?"

"I must be," I said huskily, "because I want to remember how sweet your cunt tastes."

She smiled and kissed me again. My hands lifted to her breasts, cupping them then lowering my mouth to suckle one of her perfect nipples. She keened and arched her back offering me more of her beautiful breasts.

"Are you the type of slut," I asked, "that will beg for another man's cock?"

"I must be," she cooed, putting her hands under my armpits and lifting, "because I so want to feel your big thick cock in my dripping cunt. Will you please fuck me?

I pulled her to the edge of the bench, and on my knees my cock settled between her open thighs. She rocked her hips, her juices and my saliva coating the underside of my thick shaft. She reached down with both hands to grip my shaft. Fingers peeling back my foreskin, while her hand pushed my shaft down. I groaned at the feel of her hot folds surrounding the sensitive crown, then I thrust slowly, feeling her tight passage surround my cock.

"Are the you the type of stud," she said, "that will fuck a slut hard, and make her feel every stroke?"

I lifted up off my knees and rocked, my thighs slamming forward then hips drawing back. I pulled her back more, her back lying flat on the bench. Her back arched, her hips lifted, meeting my every stroke. I reached down and grabbed her breasts, no long gentle, but rough. I gripped her tits and squeezed.

"I must be," I grunted as I fucked her like an animal, my fingers tightening into her full breasts, "I want your husband to wonder why your tits are bruised."

With that we fucked. We animal fucked. We raged in our lust and passion. Our moans and grunts growing louder. We ignored the knock on the door, we lost track of anything else. I wanted to possess this girl under me. That had bewitched me. That had teased me to the point I broke my wedding vows. I was angry at myself for my weakness, for my infidelity.

She looked up at my wildly, her hips cresting and then falling with each of my strokes. Her breaths coming in keening moans. Her eyes wilds, tears running down her cheek. Darkened by her mascara, like black tears. Was she thinking of me, or her husband?

We reached our peaks simultaneously, and I exploded with my cock deep inside of her. Her orgasm forced her muscles to clench and pulse, milking every last ounce of my seed into her womb. I stopped my thrusts and leaned down to kiss her. She returned the kiss, then turned her cheek.

The door was being banged on from the outside.

"You can't do that in here!" a voice cried, "Get out! In five minutes I'm calling security!"

With that we broke contact, and hurriedly dressed. She checked her makeup quickly in the mirror, wiping away the black streaks of mascara. Her eyes were bright, welling as she looked at her reflection. She caught sight of my face in the reflection, and turned holding her red thong.

"Are you the type of man," she asked softly, "that wants a reminded of something wonderful, that can never happen again?"

I nodded, then said, "I must be, because I think I'll buy you those pretty skimpy things to wear for your husband tonight."

She smiled and pressed the red thong, with a very moist gusset into my palm. Lifting onto her toes to kiss me. I kissed her softly, gone the hunger of our infidelity. I would remember this, and I wondered if she would too.

"Are you the type of girl," I asked, "that will keep a man's seed in her womb, and remember him as it drips down your thigh?"

She blushed and picked up her jacket and shrugged it on, "I must be," she said, "because the feel of your cum on my thigh turns me on."

I paid for the white pretty skimpy things then gave the bag to her. She kissed my cheek, and I thanked her for the gift advice. I left the mall with my bag of chocolates, roses and a diamond necklace. It wasn't long until I had agreed to meet my wife for dinner, we had a Valentine's tradition of steak dinner, and I needed to get the grill going.

I went home and she wasn't back yet. I popped the top off a beer, and took a long slow pull of the alcohol. I licked my lips after I swallowed, and recalled the taste of the blonde girl in the mall.

"I didn't even catch her name," I thought to myself.

I started wondering who I was to fall so easily for a girl I didn't know. I seasoned the steaks automatically, and then went to the patio. I fired up the grill, and rubbed the back of my head as I waited for the grill to heat up.

"Honey?!" I heard my wife call, "I am home!"

"Back here!" I called, "cooking the steaks."

She came out on the patio and I was a bit worried. Her eyes were dark around the edges as if she'd been crying. she shrugged off her denim jacket and rushed to me in her simple black dress. I wrapped her in my arms, and she hugged me tight.

"What's the matter?" I asked as she pushed back, then lifted herself on her toes to kiss me.

Her blonde hair was damp, she must have been working hard, or hurrying, to have perspired on this not too warm day. She kissed me, then looked up at me with an odd expression.

"That's an odd tasting beer." she said, "very exotic."

I blushed a bit, "Yeah," I managed, "these microbrews can have some funky tastes now and then."

She smiled and looked up at me, "So, tell me?" she asked, "are you the type of guy that likes his blowjob before his steak or after?"

I must have blanched a bit at the thought of her giving me a blowjob less than an hour after fucking some strange woman at the mall. But somehow the thought also aroused me, would she know? Could she tell? Would this be the end.

I felt guilty for what I'd done, and was resigned that if this was the end of our marriage, I would still love and care for her.

"I must be," I said, "because hearing you say those words made my dick hard."

Her hands felt along my shaft, and she smiled a feline smile. She sank down, squatting at my feet. and opened my belt and and pushed down my trousers. My cock sprang free and she hungrily took the head into her mouth. I groaned at how aggressive she was, she must have already been turned on by something. My own guilt of my transgression faded as I felt her lips milk my head.

I turned off the grill, and rested a hand on her head. I knew she didn't like when I pulled her hair, she wanted to be in control. I enjoyed letting her take the reins. Her hand lifted and tugged at my balls, caressing them the way she knew drove me crazy.

"Are you the type of wife that wants to feed on my cum before dinner?" I asked huskily, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she'd get what she wanted.

"I must be," she panted between sucks, her other hand stroking my shaft, "I want your cum more than the silly steak dinner."

She went back at it, and her hand dropped from my shaft and under her skirt, fingering her own sex at the feel of my cock throbbing in her mouth. Her blue eyes watched me as I looked down at her, then my eyes lidded as I felt my peak bloom at the base of my spine.

"Fuck," I said, "here it comes baby, fuck, I'm gonna jet"

She pressed her head down fully until she felt my balls lift, then pulled back keeping my head in her mouth, her hand pulling my foreskin back, and then closed her eyes as the tip spit my cream against her tongue. It spurted and sprayed on her cheek, but the rest filled her mouth resting on her tongue. She sucked the tip, then wiped the cum from her cheek with a finger and sucked it clean. She opened her mouth to show me she took all of it, then swallowed.

I rocked back and leaned against the brick near the grill. She smiled and stood up, looking at me with her eyes still filled with lust.

"Put away the steaks, sweetheart," she said, "then join me in our room."

I nodded and watched as she left the patio, her jacket still on the ground. She plucked up a bag and took it inside with her, looking back at me.

"Take your time," she said, lifting the bag, " I have a present for you."

I smiled as she disappeared inside. I tucked my cock back inside my jeans, then picked up the steaks, and her jacket. I put the steaks in the fridge, then hung up her jacket. I was still wondering if she could tell that I'd shot cum in another woman's mouth and pussy. Surely she could taste the other woman's juices on my cock. I hadn't had time to shower.

Her own kisses felt different. A stray taste that I couldn't place. I smiled and I felt how my face cracked a bit, remembering that I had my face covered by the girls cream only about an hour before. I shook my head, then picked up my own gift bag and headed into the bedroom. I plucked up the flowers, and the chocolate. I'd save the necklace for later.

She was reclining in the center of our bed, dressed in white neglige that was reminiscent of a bridal gown. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. The bodice revealed her full breasts, her nipples hard as she lightly played with one. I was gobsmacked, she looked beautiful.

"Are those for me?" she asked nodding at my gifts, "You know I only want one thing right now?"

"Oh??" I asked, dropping the roses and chocolates to the floor.

I undressed as she moved her hand down to her pussy, pressing a finger between her full lips, then teasing the tuft of blonde hair above her cleft. I was soon naked in front of her.

"Are you the type of loyal husband that will suck another man's cum from his wife's cunt?" she asked.

The words were like a punch in the guts. I suddenly knew she had been with another man. She'd fucked another man this afternoon. I put the pieces together, and I felt like I should be angry. The I remembered my own infidelity, and with a look, I knew she could already tell. She knew the moment she's sucked my cock.

"I must be," I said, and crawled on the bed, and peeled the white lacy thong down her shapely thighs.

I dived into her cunt, her white array of lingerie now an ironic hypocrisy to our fidelity. I pressed my hands to her thighs and lapped deeply into her folds. The musk of her previous rutting permeated my senses. Her juices, her pheromones mixed with the heady scent of another man's spunk seemed to make my dick harder. I tasted the tang of his seed as she flexed her inner muscles and a pearl of his still warm cum oozed onto my tongue.

Her head tossed back, and she gripped the top of my head. Holding it there, her hand pressing me deeper. She loved to take control of me, and I loved how it made her feel powerful. I lapped at her cunt, tasting her arousal and his spunk, swallowing it, savoring it.

Images of her on her knees sucking a strangers cock, on her back getting fucked hard by a rough man. I reached up to cup her breasts, my eyes lifting to her chest. I saw a bruise under one cup, and my thumb pressed into it. He'd marked her. He was rough with her. She loved it.

I knew it then, that she loved being under another man's control. It fired up my own passions, and I shoved two fingers inside her cunt, then hit the spot that I knew, from many nights of practice, would force her to cum quickly. Her eyes flew open, and she arched her back, then screamed as her thighs squeezed together and she squirted into my face. Her hot spray only feeding my lust.

"Are you the type of slutty wife," I asked rising to my knees, "That gets on all fours and lets her husband take her ass, so she'll have all three holes filled in one day?"

She smiled and turned on her belly, "I must be," she said as she raised her ass up on her knees, revealing a jeweled butt plug, "because that's my gift to you, my own jeweled ass."

I groaned at the sight, and gripped the edges of the plug and twisted it slowly while pulling it free. She groaned at the feeling and her back arched, pressing her breasts into the mattress as her arms stretched to the headboard. I spat on my hand and stroked my cock lubricating the head. The plug pulled free, and I spat into the gaped hole, then pressed my crown into the tight opening.

"Oh fuccckkkk," she cried as my cock stretched her opening, "Slow, baby.. slow..."

I slowly filled her, my hands pulling her cheeks apart. I spat onto my shaft as it slowly filled her nether hole. My thumbs spreading the natural lubricant along my girth as it slowly disappeared into her ass. She groaned deep as my thighs pressed into her ass.

"Just hold it there," she said, "fuck you stretched me so good, I feel so FUCKing full."

I gripped her ass and started to draw back, and she groaned at the new feeling. We'd never done this before, she'd always refused my requests. She seemed to thrill at the feeling, and I decided to take control. I reached forward as I thrust in hard. She squawked at my sudden thrust, then ground back into me. I gripped a handful of her mane of gold and tugged her head back.

She purred, and I hammered hard into her.

"Oh Fuck yes.. fuck me.. fuck my ass!!!" she cried as I took her ass.

It was tight, and I fucked her hard. My cock pounding for many strokes. I lasted longer after having cum three times in the past two hours. But my lust soon overcame me, and I felt my balls tighten.

"Cum for me," I said, "cum with my cock in your ass."

My words tripped a switch and her body froze then shuddered. I rammed forward and shot jets of my white cream into her bowels. I arched and bucked, wanting to fill her ass with my spunk, make her remember who's she was. Take her back, and keep her. She was mine, my wife, my lover... My slut.

As we regained our breath, and our senses returned, I plucked up the jeweled plug. I pulled out my cock, and slipped the tip back in her ass. She groaned as she felt what I was doing.

"Are you the type of slut," I asked, "that like to keep her ass filled with her husband's cum?"

"I must be," she said, "because I am his slut, his only slut. I'm yours baby. i'm your slutty valentine."

With the words, 'slutty valentine," my memories returned. The girl in the mall, was my wife. The cum I licked from her pussy was mine. We hadn't cheated, we were still faithful.

"How?" I asked, curling behind her and pulling her to my chest, nuzzling behind her ear.

"Same way you stopped smoking," she smiled and turned in my arms, and kissed my lips.

"I love you, honey," she said, "only you, forever."

"I love you too," I said, "Happy Valentine's day."