Although we'd originally agreed that my wife wouldn't go with anyone I knew so I couldn't put a face to the name and that despite having been sterilised, she'd always use condoms, she eventually broke both rules on the same afternoon. As it turned out, I was absolutely fine with this. Her pussy, her rules I guess.
My ex-workmate Mick, well known for being a ladies man, had been after my wife Debbie from the first time he'd seen her with me in our works' social club bar. Although tempted, she was a good girl then and rejected his advances. Years later though, after he'd left the company, he pursued her via Facebook and soon they were messaging and texting one another all day every day. At my instigation, she'd cuckolded me by now with a young customer where she worked and I could see where this was going with Mick.
Sure enough he invited her over to his house one Sunday afternoon whilst his wife was out and she hurried over by taxi whilst I was out of the way taking the kids to friends. He'd apparently told her not to bother wearing a bra or panties and a couple of hours later I was summoned to pick her up from the end of his street. Back at home, once the kids were all in bed, I was treated to the sight of Debbie with her legs spread wide showing off her red, puffy pussy, still gaping open from the pounding Mick had given her, maybe as punishment for making him wait so long to fuck her.
Debbie was pleasantly surprised at how eager I was to go down on her and I was treated to the taste of not only her familiar juices but also the added ingredient of Mick's cum still oozing out of her. It tasted so good.
Peter C
