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  Vanessa giggled and nodded, turning her head to glance at the closet again.

  Her laughing eyes lanced right into my heart.

  “Good,” Thomas growled again. “On the bed and open those legs. I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

  Vanessa obediently fell back onto the bed, laughing and spreading her legs.

  I got a good view of her well toned calves flexing as she pointed her toes towards Thomas’ chest.

  He got down on his knees and sniffed the air above her pussy again. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted. He peeled her underwear to one side with thick fingers and lowered his mouth towards her neatly trimmed bush.

  As he started lapping at her pussy Vanessa transformed from a sweet, giggling girl to a lusty slut. Her upper lip curled in a snarl of pleasure as Thomas started hitting her sweet spots with his tongue.

  It was a tantalizing but heart-wrenching site. Like crawling through porno's on the internet and suddenly stumbling onto one with your wife.

  After some more licking Thomas threw his jacket off and unbuttoned his shirt. He climbed out of his pants and threw all the clothes into a pile in the corner. He was a hairy dude with thick muscles covered in a layer of middle aged fat.

  He still had his underwear on but I could clearly see the outline of his cock. The thing was long and thick like summer sausage.

  Holy fuck.

  He dropped back down to his knees but this time he shoved his middle finger into Vanessa’s well-lubed slit.

  She sucked in a breath at the sensation.

  He fingered her a few times, then pointed another finger at her and stuffed that into her, too.

  Vanessa’s legs were still up in the air, swaying like saplings in the wind as he started to piston his fingers into her. He was on one knee like a quarterback shoving his fingers into Vanessa’s pussy fast and hard.

  Vanessa started to mewl.

  Thomas put a hairy paw on her abdomen to hold her down. Then he stood up and started to fuck her harder with his hand.

  Vanessa craned her neck to watch him disappearing inside of her. When she started twisting and writhing on the bed I thought there might be something wrong. But a moment later it happened.

  As she started to scream, Thomas yanked his fingers out of her cunt like he was starting a lawnmower.

  A generous gush of clear liquid sprayed out of her pussy, splattered across his leg and splashed onto the carpet below. Vanessa continued to shriek and squirm.

  As my eyes settled on the messy folds of her cunt, I saw the muscles in her pussy contracting and releasing, the dark eyelet that led to her insides shrinking and expanding as she came.

  Thomas enjoyed the sights and sounds of her climax and after she’d finished coming, he sampled the taste. He dropped back down and lapped at her pussy some more, slurping up the dripping juices until she couldn’t stand it anymore and had to push him away.

  He stood up and ordered her up by crooking the two fingers he’d used to fuck her.

  Vanessa bounced up off the bed and immediately gulped the two fingers into her mouth. She pulled off them slowly, finishing the erotic gesture with a filthy sucking sound.

  Thomas nodded towards his cock.

  Vanessa slid down his body, her hands trailing through the hair on his chest. She peeled his underwear down and tucked a hand in to pull him out.

  Watching her haul out his thick hose sent a shiver racing down my spine. He was uncut and dark purple veins crawled down the length of his shaft in crooked lines.

  But Vanessa seemed as if she’d never laid eyes or hands on a more perfect work of art. Sitting on her haunches in front of him, she stroked his python to life until it was long and broad and hard in her hand.

  Thomas put a fat thumb on her chin.

  Her mouth popped open.

  He stood a little taller to slip himself inside.

  Chapter 6

  Vanessa slurped Thomas’ cock into her mouth like a greedy slut. She stared up lovingly into his eyes the same way she had into mine.

  I think I found this the most painful thing to watch. There was a connection between them as he gazed down at her sucking on his cock.

  He put his hand on one side of her head as she hauled up and down his pole. She was just about to plunge him deeper into her throat when he pulled her off. “I don’t want that today,” he said, commanding her to spin around with a flick of his hand in the air.

  Vanessa rolled around and got up on her hands and knees, staring back at him and offering her pussy and ass.

  Thomas enjoyed the sight of her for a few moments, stroking himself with one hand and petting the curve of her ass with the other. He pried her cheeks apart, opening the puckered ring of muscle that led to her insides.

  Her pussy was still drooling hot juice.

  He swept his thumb along the entrance to her cunt and up until the tip of it was touching her ass hole.

  Vanessa sucked in a breath and stiffened at his touch.

  We had never had anal sex before and I’d never asked her if she had with anyone else. But from her expression it was pretty clear that even if she had, she wasn’t terribly comfortable with it.

  Thomas noticed, too. He cracked a grin and twisted his thumb against her hole, pressing in slightly. “I take it hubby doesn’t use this hole?”

  Vanessa blushed and shook her head, making her blonde waves dance along her shoulders.

  Thomas slid the tip of his thumb in, up to the knuckle.

  Vanessa grimaced and squirmed.

  He chuckled at her discomfort. “Fuck that’s tight. I’m gonna use that sometime. Not today. Next time, maybe.”

  A cold jealousy seeped through me at hearing him say “next time” as if it were a foregone conclusion that he was coming back.

  He pulled his thumb out of her ass with a soft pop. “Get your face down,” he grunted.

  Vanessa sank down onto the bed so that only her ass was swaying up in the air. From the way she had laid down I had the perfect view of her ass and if she turned, her eyes.

  I wondered if she’d done that on purpose.

  Thomas got up onto the bed on his knees, still massaging his cock. He pressed the bulbous head at her sloppy puss and lathered it up.

  Vanessa turned.

  Our eyes met.

  I realized I was about to see what my wife’s face looked like when another man shoved his cock inside her.

  Thomas leaned forward.

  Vanessa’s pussy welcomed him in with a sticky smack, like someone smacking their lips after a good meal. Vanessa gasped, her mouth open. She was staring right into my eyes.

  Thomas put one hand on her ass and the other behind his back. He shoved the rest of his cock into her with a rough, rutting sound.

  Vanessa’s expression dissolved into agonized pleasure as a moan escaped her open mouth.

  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to feel with the same intensity I did that day. I think it might kill me if I knew it was coming. Every possible emotion I could have seemed to be rushing through me at once.

  I was so turned on and hard but there was an anger laced through those sensations that cut to my very core. I couldn’t believe I was letting this happening, far less that I was watching as it did.

  But once again my body would not lie. My cock was straining to burst out of my pants. I would have done anything to pump myself to an orgasm as I watched but I didn’t dare risk alerting Thomas to the fact I was there. So I sat still as he fucked my wife.

  He took his time at first. His thick cock slid in and out of her slowly slathered in her clear juice. He stared down at it, enjoying the sight of it plunging into her insides.

  When he’d had enough of that, he put his other hand on her ass and started to fuck her more roughly.

  The bed began to shake as Vanessa’s panting twisted into a mewl. Her tits were bouncing beneath her chest, slapping against each other with each of his thrusts.

  Thomas was staring at her winking ass hole. He reached forward an
d grabbed her arms and brought them back, never losing the rhythm of his fuck. He slapped a hand on either side of her ass and pulled them apart. “Like that,” he said between pants. “Keep ‘em spread you little slut.”

  Vanessa did as he ordered, keeping her ass cheeks spread so he could stare into her insides. It wasn’t long before the mewl strained higher into a long rising moan.

  Her body began to shake beneath him and I could tell she was having a hard time holding onto her ass.

  “Of fuck that pussy gets tight when you’re about to come. Hang on. I’m almost there.”

  That was another punch to my gut.

  Hang on. I’m almost there.

  Spoken by the man that was about to unload his sperm into my wife.

  A terrible thought occurred to me then. Vanessa was on birth control but no method of birth control is certain. What if Thomas was potent enough to pierce the defensive barrier of her birth control? What if he had so much seed that one of them got through?

  What would it feel like if another man’s child were growing in her belly? If I had to live that reality every day?

  At that moment Vanessa shrieked, the same way she had when he’d fingered her and in a way she never had with me. She was coming all over his cock.

  Thomas grunted, shoved his cock deep inside her and began to unload.

  From where I was sitting I could only make out the root of his muscle and his nuts. They were drawing up close to his body as his impaled breeding pole delivered its hot and potent load into Vanessa’s soft flesh.

  I remembered the way her pussy had been seizing up after her fingering and I imagined it was doing much the same now. Like the silky muscles of her throat caressing the head of my cock, coaxing the cum out, her pussy was performing the same function. Squeezing the cum out of Thomas’ thick shaft and drawing it up into her own body as deep as it would go.

  The whole thing blew my mind.

  Thomas fucked out the tail end of his orgasm with Vanessa shuddering beneath him.

  She opened her eyes and looked straight at me. Just as quickly she propped herself up on both hands and started pushing him away and out of her.

  “Hey, what gives?” Thomas asked. “I’m not quite done here,” he said, still stroking his cock with her sheath.

  “Yeah, you are,” Vanessa said giving him a shove. “You’ve got to go. Sometimes my husband comes home for lunch.”

  Thomas’ eyes went wide. “The fuck?” he asked, scrambling off the bed. He wasn’t such a tough guy now.

  I nearly burst into laughter although I had no idea what Vanessa was doing.

  As his cock fell out of her she rolled onto her back, cupping her hand against her defiled cunt. She watched him hop around the room as he got dressed.

  “Why the hell didn’t you tell me your husband comes home sometimes?” he grunted, struggling to get his shoe on.

  “Just don’t worry about it. Let me know next time you’re coming through town.”

  Thomas shook his head as he buttoned the top buttons of his shirt. “Crazy bitch,” he muttered on his way out the bedroom door.

  And then he was gone.

  Vanessa turned to look at me.

  I literally burst out of that closet and into the room.

  Chapter 7

  Vanessa stared at me with hungry eyes as I tore off my clothes. I was going to make her mine again.

  I glanced at her hands and wondered what the hell she was doing holding herself? I tore my shirt off and shoved my pants down, then kicked them off and stumbled towards the bed.

  Vanessa finally let go of her pussy as I sank between her legs. Her arms came up around my neck. Her eyes were wide and wild. “Oh my God, Richard,” she whispered. “That was so hot!”

  The head of my cock pressed against her pussy. I felt the trickle of Thomas’ deposit run down over the head of my cock. I shuddered at the sensation.

  It sent my mind reeling. This was another man’s cum inside my wife. She had just been as intimate with him as any two people could get and he left his seed inside her.

  And now I was going to follow him in.

  “Get into me, Richard!” Vanessa hissed, clutching my ass to get me to shove my cock into her.

  I didn’t need more invitation. Pushing through the confused blur of what I was supposed to be feeling about all this, I drove my cock into my wife.

  The trickle of Thomas’ seed turned to a gush and I finally realized why Vanessa had been holding herself. She’d been holding him in. For me.

  I immediately burst into a frantic fucking. Each thrust sent more sperm squirting out of her and oozing over my cock and balls. I looked down between our bodies to see the mess we were making.

  Vanessa’s pussy clamped down on my cock. She dug her claws into my shoulders in a way she never had before and screamed. Really screamed. The monster of an orgasm that was rocking through her looked like it was going to tear her apart.

  I didn’t last much longer. As Vanessa finished with hers I lunged at her with a violent thrust, pressing myself deep into her insides as my cock began to spurt.

  The climax wiped my mind into a blissful blank slate. Only the white-hot pleasure coursing through me mattered. I wished I could stay there forever.

  Coming off that high wasn’t pleasant. I started fucking again, clawing at it, begging it to come back. All I wanted was to be back there again. But there was no going back.

  I lanced Vanessa with a few more lazy thrusts before rolling off to one side.

  The two of us lay side by side catching our breath and staring at the ceiling.

  A bit of the unpleasantness started to creep back into my thoughts. What were we doing? What the hell had I just done? What kind of a man lets his wife sleep with another guy, then gets off on it?

  One look at Vanessa smiling at me made all of that fade. She looked…ecstatic!

  “Oh my God, Richard!” she squealed, then curled up into the crook of my arm.

  My heart was pounding. She was right, it had been incredibly hot. Everything about it, watching her with Thomas, sinking into her body afterwards, the sizzle of guilt and jealousy threading through the whole thing.

  But could we really just…admit that? Had Vanessa always harbored this desire for a kinky sex life and hid it from me for our whole marriage?

  “What’s wrong?” She was staring up at me, her hand pressed to my cheek.

  “I…I don’t know. Should we…I just…” I was a sputtering mess.

  “Come on, Richard! You’re not going to tell me you didn’t think that was the hottest thing we’ve ever done?”

  I sighed. “It was really hot,” I said with a smile.

  “I can’t…I mean, I just didn’t know that our sex could feel like that. And you watching me from the closet? Oh my God I came just thinking about it!”

  Vanessa was babbling like a kid at Christmas talking about the presents under the tree.

  And this was certainly some present.

  I did my best to join in and share her excitement. She was making this about us, after all, and I liked that. But doubt kept clouding my thoughts.

  While this had been an exciting departure from our normally mediocre sex life, it felt like a dangerous one, too. Maybe it was the engineer in me, always planning ahead, but I couldn’t help but wonder what life would be like after this strange new chapter had finished.

  Could we go back to the way things were after something like this? Could we ever just be the old Vanessa and Richard again?

  We cuddled for a while longer but it got late and I started to worry that the kids were going to get home.

  Vanessa danced to the bathroom and I heard her humming as she got into the shower.

  I did my best not to brood too much.

  The afternoon rushed by in a whirl of dishes and homework and laughter and before I knew it we were getting ready for bed.

  Vanessa seemed exhausted so I left her to herself as she tucked herself under the covers with a book.
/>   Sleep came surprisingly quickly. The next morning was the usual hectic routine but I could feel there was something different about me and something different between us. Not necessarily in a bad way.

  I’d been worried about going to work, that it might be too hard to do or that I’d want to stay back and talk to Vanessa instead. But I find the prospect of going and crunching some numbers refreshing. It would be a good break from all the introspection I’d been doing.

  Vanessa had a couple of clients that day anyways. I gave her a kiss and a smile on the way out the door and got into the car.

  Work passed quickly. The two days I’d spent away had really put on the pressure as now we were two days behind schedule and Darren was starting to get a little frantic.

  Halfway through the day I realized I was going to have to put in some extra time to get the calculations on the building done. I texted Vanessa not to wait with dinner.

  :-( Get your butt home quick though, I’ve got a surprise!

  Of course my heart leaped into my throat because with everything that had been happening who knew what the surprise would be. Still, I managed to set the message aside, not be a crazy person, and get some work done.

  By the time seven o’clock rolled around Darren walked in and thanked me for the OT.

  I told him I’d stay late again tomorrow to catch up.

  When I got home the boys were already in bed and Vanessa was nursing a glass of wine curled up on the couch. I set my briefcase down and sank down next to her.

  “Long day?” she asked with a smile.

  “Long day,” I replied. “How’d the clients go?”

  Vanessa set her book and wine glass down on the side table. “Pretty good. One was a cut and color so that took a while. The other one was new. She seemed happy. Older woman. You know the kind that might get her hair done every week?”

  “You like those, right?”

  “My purse does. But anyways, never mind about that. Do you want your surprise?”

  I’d nearly forgotten about her text from earlier that day. The mention of it was like a shot of caffeine into my tired body. I sat up, a little stiff.

  Vanessa laughed. “Relax! It’s nothing bad!” She took a sip of her wine and set the glass back down. “I got my parents to take the kids this weekend.”