Dress Me and Use Me

"So who would you like to watch fuck me, baby? Whose cum do you want to taste in your wife's pussy?" The word "David" began to form on my lips, but as it did my orgasm flooded over my body and the word turned into a long loud moan as my cum splashed out over her hand.

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Shari held me close, neither of us speaking. After a while, I fell asleep. I woke up a short while later. Shari was no longer next to me. I saw that the light downstairs was on and I got out of bed and went to the top of the stairs and saw her sitting on the couch downstairs talking quietly on her cell phone, naked except for a t-shirt she had lifted up above her breasts. I could see her long erect nipples. Her legs were spread wide and her fingers were playing with her pussy. As I watched, her hand pressed harder against her pussy and her face showed her growing excitement. Her lips formed a soft moan into the phone and as she was about to cum she looked up and saw me standing naked at the top of the stairs, my cock hard. A slight smile formed across her face as she clenched her thighs tight around her hand and her orgasm swept over her. I went back to bed, embarrassed at having been seen spying on her.

Shari came up a few minutes later and I heard her fall asleep. I lay awake, my cock rigid with excitement.

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The image of Shari masturbating came flooding back into my mind when I woke up next morning. Who was she talking with on the phone while she was playing with her pussy? Was she telling David that she had made me cum while telling me how she wanted to be fucked by another guy? But did I even really see her or had I jut imagined it? And what about what she was saying to me as she stroked my cock? I think that really happened, but I'm beginning to lose my grip on what is real and what I've made up.

Writing this down hasn't helped me get my fantasies under control. Instead, it's made me think about Shari and David even more. There's only one thing to do: I have to tell Shari about my fantasies. Perhaps she already knows. I'm going to show her what I've been writing. I'm going to send this to her right now, before I change my mind.