I remember the day it happened like it was yesterday. My wife had just returned from a business trip, but something was different about her. She seemed more relaxed, more confident. I could see it in her eyes - she had been with another man, and I knew that there was no turning back. The question wasn't what to do now; the question was, what would be my next move?
That night, we sat down on the sofa, our bodies barely touching as we watched a movie together. She had been distant all evening, but as the film reached its climax (so to speak), I felt her hand slip beneath the hem of my shirt. My heart raced as she gently caressed my manhood, which began to stir in response.
"Take off your pants," she whispered softly, her eyes never leaving mine. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then I felt her hand slide up my thigh and begin to unbutton my trousers. As soon as they were undone, she reached inside and began to stroke me through the material of my boxer briefs.
"Oh god," I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as her touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "You've been with another man, haven't you?" I asked, more a statement than a question. She didn't deny it, instead simply nodding slowly.
"I want to see him," she said quietly, her gaze locked on my throbbing member. "I want to see how he made me feel." Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I realized that what she was asking for wasn't just about the physical act of sex - it was about power, control, and domination.
And so, without further ado, I undid my boxer briefs and let her hands explore me freely. As she touched me, I felt myself growing even harder, desperate to please her in any way I could. She stroked me gently at first, but then began to pump me faster and harder, her fingers moving up and down my length in perfect rhythm.
"That's it," she breathed, her voice low and sultry as she watched me writhe beneath her touch. "Show me what you can do." My cock twitched in response to her command, and I felt myself starting to cum. But just as I was about to reach my climax, she pulled away suddenly, leaving me gasping for breath.
"Not yet," she warned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "First, you have to make this right." And with that, she stood up and began to undress herself. Her body was a sight to behold - firm and toned, with just the right amount of curves in all the right places. As she stepped out of her clothes, I could see that she had opted for a pair of black lace panties which clung to every inch of her sex.
"Now it's your turn," she said, reaching down and grabbing my cock firmly in her hand. "You can start by tasting me." And so, without further hesitation, I knelt down between her legs and began to lick and suckle at her moist slit. The taste of her arousal was intoxicating - sweet yet salty, with just the faintest hint of muskiness.
As I continued to pleasure her, she began to grind herself against my face, moaning softly as she did so. It wasn't long before she was reaching down and guiding my head towards her clit, urging me on as she neared the point of orgasm.
"Oh god," she cried out, her body shaking with pleasure as I continued to lick and suckle at her most sensitive spot. "Yes, just like that... yes!" And then, with a final shudder, she came, her juices flowing freely onto my tongue.
As she recovered from her orgasm, I stood up and positioned myself between her legs once more. This time, though, instead of going down on her again, I took her in my arms and began to fuck her hard and fast. Her moans filled the room as we moved together, our bodies slapping against one another with each thrust.
"Oh yes," she cried out, her eyes rolling back in her head as she reached up and grabbed onto my shoulders for support. "Just like that... don't stop!" And so I didn't stop - I continued to fuck her until we both reached our climaxes simultaneously, our bodies trembling with the force of our combined pleasure.
As we lay there afterward, panting heavily and gasping for breath, she looked at me with a mixture of lust and satisfaction in her eyes. "That's what you wanted?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's what I want from now on." And as I nodded slowly, feeling the afterglow of our shared pleasure wash over us both, I knew that this was just the beginning - the start of a new chapter in our relationship, one filled with passion, desire, and unbridled sexuality.
And so, ladies and gentlemen, there you have it: the story of how my wife cheated on me... and what happened next.