How It Happened Ch. 02

For weeks after my wife's adventures with the two guys at the hotel, our sex life was on fire. I wanted her all the time, no, I needed her. Images of what she must have looked like while being serviced by those two studs and just imagining what she must have been thinking and feeling would drive me to rarefied heights of arousal. I could guess that her natural reluctance to do something so wrong warred with her building desire as they fondled and caressed her until her barriers shattered and she surrendered to them. From that point on, I could imagine that Brad and his friend enjoyed as much great sex as they wanted with a hot, mature woman willing to give them anything they wanted. And sweetest of all, she was married to someone else! Her big, soft tits with their thick, sensitive nipples and her wet pussy and tight ass and warm mouth had been enjoyed by another man exclusively for years. She had learned to give it all up to her husband at his urging over the years and had become an expert at receiving a man's seed into and onto her receptive body.

As for my wife, she was reluctant to go into much detail about her adventure. I only had to start talking about it at an opportune moment and we would both become inflamed with lust. Soon we would be fucking frantically wherever and however we ended up, and there was no room or need for discussion. We would just fuck like animals. Afterward, I was too sated to care much and she didn't seem interested in talking about it so we didn't.

Life went on like this for a few months. Then one Saturday morning as I was heading outside to mow the lawn I overheard her talking on her cell phone.

"No, I don't think I could do that," I heard her say. She was out on the deck, I was in the house, and I could hear her through the open window. There was something about her tone of voice that stopped me. I stood there behind the curtain and listened. "It would be crazy to visit. What would your wife think?" she continued. I was frozen. Who was she talking to? Was it Brad?

It was hard to hear everything she said. She was keeping her voice low. I pushed my head up against the curtain where it fell over the window screen. It was quiet and I thought she was listening to the other end of the conversation, but I couldn't see through the window and it would have been an immediate tip off that I was eavesdropping if I opened the curtain. And for some reason, I didn't want her to know that I was listening. I wasn't sure exactly why, maybe just a voyeuristic leaning on my part. At any rate, I heard her laugh softly and murmur something. Her voice was huskier now than it had been. Then more murmuring. Then silence. I decided to take a chance and I slowly lifted the curtain bottom up to expose the bottom of the open window. I was very careful but I was nearly shaking with excitement. What was she doing and who was she talking to?

Once I was able to look out the bottom few inches of the window screen she was clearly visible sitting on a deck chair. She was in fact holding her cell phone to her ear in her right hand and appeared to be listening intently. But what riveted my attention was her left hand. She had her hand almost up to the wrist in the loose leg of her shorts, with her left leg curled up on the chair. She was playing with her pussy while she was talking! She whispered something and started rubbing faster and harder. I couldn't tell if she had her fingers in her pussy or they were stroking her clit. But in either case, she was definitely excited and seemed to be getting more excited by the second. I heard her say "...oooohh.......baby....." in a soft voice and her rubbing became frantic. Then right before my eyes she muttered, "Fuck" and started quivering and shaking and her legs jerked slightly. My wife was climaxing on our deck while talking to whom I suspected was the man who had fucked her and shared her with his friend a few months ago! My cock was hard in my shorts and I couldn't have moved from my spot for anything. Her breathing was heavy for a minute and then she said, "God Brad, I can't believe I just did that! You are so bad." He said something and then she said, "OK, but I better go. I hope I can walk after that. I'm going to need a good fucking tonight from my hubby." Then quieter, "That's OK baby. I know. I wish I was sucking your big cock too. I'd swallow all your cum and make you feel better." Then she chuckled softly and said, "Fuck you turn me on. You're terrible. I'll talk to you later."

I dropped the curtain and moved away from the window. I wandered through to the back of the house with my mind in turmoil. What the hell was going on? Were they talking a lot? Or was this the first time since the hotel? What should I do or say to her? And beneath it all I could feel the mounting desire to fuck her little pussy and teach her a lesson. We had talked about threesomes over the years, and I had talked about fucking her while she was talking on the phone to somebody. I had always thought that to be incredibly erotic. I had even fantasized about fucking her or playing with her while she was talking to another man, but I couldn't remember if I had ever shared that particular dirty fantasy with her. Certainly she had done that to me when she had called me from Brad's room that night to report in and tell me everything was OK, but secretly was allowing two men to suck and pinch her nipples all the while. I wondered if I should have gone out onto the deck just now? Would she have gasped in shock and shame? Or would she have smiled at me? Could I have walked over to her and pulled out my cock for her to pleasure, or would she have rebuffed me? And why didn't I do anything at all except listen? A million questions it seemed were swirling through my brain, and I was sorely confused about everything.

I needed time to process these new developments so I went out into the garage and readied the lawn mower. I then headed out into our big yard and began my chore. About two hours later I was finishing up and I had decided to not say anything and just see where this all went. She had said something about visiting, and I would have my radar up for anything devious from her that involved traveling. Hell, maybe she'd tell me all about her phone call at dinner.

Lynn had prepared dinner and after I showered we sat down to eat.

"How was the lawn mowing?" she asked.

"It was fine," I replied. Then, "did you do anything special this afternoon?"

"I just sat on the deck and relaxed," she said. "I did get an interesting call though. Remember my friend Lisa? She called and invited me to a kind of get-together party thing she is having for some of her friends! It's next Saturday, and I told her I'd check with you and see if it was OK if I went."

I paused momentarily, slightly stunned to be truthful. Her friend lived in the same city as Brad, and it was about a three hour drive from us. Everything clicked, but the ramifications were staggering.

"Gosh honey, that's a pretty long drive." I was stalling for time as my thoughts raced frantically. "You'd have to spend the night there after the party was over."

"Yeah, I know, but it'd be worth it. I think it would be a blast, and you would get some quiet time," she replied.

As I sat there pretending to think about it, I couldn't help but look at her as Brad or a lover would see her. Although we had just hit our 50's, we both are handling it well. Her brown hair was cut somewhat short with short bangs. Her pretty blue eyes and ready smile were as attractive as ever. Her slender neck was one of her erogenous zones. Beneath her casual t shirt, the round swell of her heavy, mature breasts was obvious. And although hidden by the table, I could picture her small waist, her mature slightly round tummy and womanly hips, and her sexy ass perched on the leading edge of her chair, just the way she usually sat. And it then occurred to me as strongly as anything in my life ever had, that she wanted to give all of that to her lover, to use as he pleased. She wanted to be a submissive slut to him and she was going to derive great pleasure, maybe even ecstasy, from letting him kiss and suck and fondle and finger and bite and fuck her any way he wanted. And all of that came not just from her nature, but also from one night when he and his friend used her every and any way they'd wanted. I was now sure it had been the best sex of her life. She had always been slightly submissive, but the more forceful I was to her, or any man or men apparently, the more submissive and the more aroused she became.

My cock grew in my shorts at these thoughts, and I stood up and walked over to her chair. Standing at her left shoulder while she was seated, I pulled the waistband of my shorts down so that my half-erect tool could spring free. She looked up at me with a slightly curious expression on her face and then looked down at my cock.

"Suck it," I commanded and then pushed it towards her lips. She willingly opened her mouth and took me into the moist warmth. It felt incredible. With her head turned, she sucked and licked and as I grew in her mouth she began to slowly bob her head up and down my length. God I was getting hot thinking about all I had learned today! I was angry and sad and excited and ashamed and scared all in one, and I was getting a great blowjob! Lynn turned her hips slightly in her chair to get a better angle and less turning of her neck. I reached my right hand down through the neck of her t shirt and found her left breast. I pulled her soft tit up and out of its bra cup and I started pulling on her nipple in my mounting passion. She merely groaned and increased her efforts on my cock. I felt her left hand lightly kneading my balls and I knew I wouldn't last. I kept thinking, "you've already cum today you little slut, now its my turn" over and over and I pulled her nipple out even further and rolled it in my fingers. I placed my left hand on the back of her head and began thrusting my hips forward and back, fucking her mouth. I was in another place and I didn't care for her comfort at all. This was all about me. Lynn's muffled groans of surrender and acceptance pushed me over the edge. I cried out, stiffened, and shot squirt after squirt of semen into my wife's talented mouth. The spasms of pleasure were incredible. I could feel her spit dripping down onto my balls and her fingers, which were still on me. Eventually, I released her head and nipple, and moved my hands to her face and mouth. My cock was softening but she kept it in her mouth like a good girl and continued sucking lightly to ensure she drained my balls just how I like it. I enjoyed moving my fingers all around her lips and mouth, feeling the warmth and slickness and even my member where it entered her mouth.

I finally pulled away and she looked up at me with lust in her eyes. Her lips and cheeks and chin were shiny with our juices, her t shirt front had her drool all over the front, and her hair was tousled from my grip on it while I had rutted her mouth. She looked so hot and sexy and fuckable.

"Wow, what brought that on?" she asked huskily. "Although I'm not complaining. That was hot and now I'm so horny I can't stand it."

Sucking my cock was always a turn on for her.

"Put your fingers in your little pussy and make yourself cum while I watch," I told her.

"I'll have to get off this chair and get more comfortable," she replied and with that she stood up and stretched. Then she headed over to the living room couch, pulling her shirt up over her head as she went. She dropped the shirt, unclasped and dropped her bra and let her big breasts tumble free. Then she pulled her shorts down (she hardly ever wears panties), kicked them off and laid back on the couch. She spread her legs and her fingers immediately went to her crotch.

"Ummm," she murmured. "I am so hot and I need to cum so bad. I wish you could fuck me right now." I had walked over to the couch and just stood over her watching the show. After the great blow job I had just received, fucking again so soon was out of the question and she knew that.

"Play with my nipples. Pinch them hard and make me cum." Lynn loves nipple play, especially when she is masturbating.

Between my squeezing and twisting her thick nipples and her fingers rubbing her clit, she reached her orgasm quickly. With a loud gasp followed by small grunts, she began pushing her hips up and down like she was fucking and trembled and gasped through a mighty orgasm.

As I stared down at my loving wife, I couldn't help but think how she had made herself cum twice today. I was also thinking about her upcoming trip and I wondered if it was only drinking my cum a few minutes ago that had made her so horny. Or was something else on her mind?