Familar Territory


It’s been seven days since I’ve had any sort of sexual contact with my wife. Twelve days since I’ve gotten to put my cock in her.

Seven days ago Mark was here. He fucked my wife fiercely in marathon fashion for two plus hours.
I sat alone, in my adjacent room listening to bed creaks, passion, moans and incomplete sentences.
Afterwards, when Mark was gone, my wife led me from my isolation and into our master bedroom where she got on top of the bed. Somehow through whirlwind of messy sheets she found her position, doggie style, using her hands as props for her head.

“Ok, put your face in there,” she directed.

I dropped to my knees and crept closer.

Her pussy hung open, as it always does after she’s been with him. It was red and still swollen. Dried crusty cum outlined her oval as I got nearer.

“We had sex for a long time,” she said.

I could tell.

“Can you taste him?” “Mark came in me twice,” she said.

I didn’t respond verbally, I just muttered. I could feel her pushing outward by her muscles contracting. The taste of cum got stronger.

“PUT your tongue inside me, I can hardly feel you,” she commented.

I pushed further in as she wanted. It felt good.

“Ahhh, that’s better,” my wife said.

I continued cleaning her lapping as much as I could. My nose pressed against her asshole, which set as the perfect collection spot for Mark’s cum as parts of it leaked from my wife.

After a few minutes she said, “I’m ready for you to cum.”

My wife pulled her pussy from my mouth. Some parts of my face dry and glazed, while others, in particular my mouth and nose, still very much wet.
“Can I go in you?” I asked softly.

“No you can’t,” my wife said. “I’m kind of sore and I had really good sex with Mark and I want to remember the thought of it.”

I started jacking myself.

My wife, now sitting Indian style in front of me told of her morning escapades, most of which I heard.
Within a few moments I unloaded on her tits.




*
This morning I awoke with her lying next to me, naked. I started kissing my wife and touching her naked frame. I placed her right hand on my cock, which was fully hard.

“You’re leaking,” she said, kind of still groggy.

Her hand quickly left my prick and entered inside my mouth. Indeed I was leaking my lips slippery from the lubricant.

“I don’t want to have sex,” she said, flipping the blankets off and getting out of bed.

I reminded my wife of the last time we had intercourse.

“Oh, I didn’t think it was that long ago,” she said, in a disinterested voice as she slipped inside her fluffy pink bathrobe. Her breasts looked amazing as she nimbly hide them inside the fabric.

“You can use the computer if you want,” she said, kissing me on her way out of the bedroom to make our morning coffee.

I was still hard as I gripped it with my right hand. Gripping my cock is what I do a lot of. I’m beginning to wonder if my wife has discovered the difference between being satisfied sexually and not.

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1 year ago
great life you have
2 years ago
I love all your stories!
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retired
2 years ago
hot story
3 years ago
I would like to come over to eat your wifes ass hole in front of you. OK?
3 years ago
nice story