Life's Turnarounds # 03byvastiesmith©
Both of my holes were dripping with his cum now. I just lay there on my stomach and didn't move. I rolled over and he kissed me. He held me and kissed me and began to make love to me again. He sucked my nipples and played with my breasts. He told me we should shower together and we did. I washed him and he washed me. We played in the shower like lovers and cheaters do in the stories. I spent a great deal of time cleaning his cock in the shower with the soap water and my mouth.
I dropped to my knees and God help Bud I sucked him hard again. Sucking him hard again so he could fuck me again. And we did. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. I held on to him with my legs around his stomach and my arms around his neck. He guided his cock back into my waiting pussy and pushed it all the way into me. Then he carried me to the bed still wet and fucked me again in the missionary position.
We spent a couple more hours sucking and fucking the afternoon away.
"Actually it was over six hours", I said.
She sighed and said, "I know I know."
I read the last few paragraphs. Ann wrote, "When I was sure it was finally over I started to cry and Carl asked me what was wrong? I told him how I felt so cheap and like a whore and how I had destroyed my marriage and hurt the only man I ever loved. Carl held me and stroked my hair out of the way. He kissed me and told me everything was going to OK. He said everything was good. He told me he was leaving in the morning and wasn't coming back to this town again. He told me that you, would never know what we did Bud and that I should get home and clean myself and go to bed and tell you how sick I felt. And I did Bud. I told you I felt so very sick that my head was pounded and I felt like I was going to throw up. And that telling you I was going to throw up would keep you away from me for a while. Once I had showered and rested I would be OK. I would be clean and you would not see any cum, and I would have been rested enough that both holes would have closed enough that you wouldn't see or notice anything wrong.
I dropped him off at his mother and father's house. Then I drove home knowing I had been fucked royally. I was tired, drained and very upset with myself after realizing what I had done. What I had done to you, to our marriage and us and I was scared. I don't like myself much at all. So when I got home I told you what Carl told me to tell you that I was sick."
I had been so wrapped up in reading and writing these stores for the past year; I didn't see the sighs of my own wife wanting to cheat on me. I mean now that I sat there and let her cry, I could see that almost none of the signs were actually there. She had read my stories and others and used what she read and how the wives got caught in the stories and made sure she didn't do what they did. She never worked later. She never changed her style of clothing. She didn't talk about her lover or change what she liked or said. She still covered herself when I was around like she always did. She always closed the door and would wait until I left the room to finishing dressing. She was still playing the modesty role with me. No, things at home hadn't changed at all. There were no clues except for the sock, which I found by accident. I had no idea how she felt or what I was going to do? She asked me over and over again and I told her I didn't know. I went into the bedroom and closed the door keeping her out. I could hear her crying in the other room and I didn't know what I would do when I woke up in the morning. All I could see what Carl's big cock fucking my wife into one orgasm after the other. I was sick and threw up on the floor. I didn't even clean it up I just didn't give a shit about anything any more! What would you do?