The Vengeful Wife

Give Alice her due, she knew the rules as well as I. No perfume, little or no make-up.

Before we married I had lots of men. And many were married. I knew the rules and so did they. No changes at home. No unexplained changes in the work pattern. It's easy when you know how. On the 15th January two years ago my husband broke the rules and I knew, instantly, that he was fucking somebody else!

He showered as soon as he got home with no explanation. He didn't fuck me that night nor for the next five days! He started working later. A week later he had a sudden, over the weekend business trip to Amsterdam, to sign a up new supplier. Yeah right! I'd already confided with a work colleague. Her friend was in the security business. As soon as the Amsterdam plane took off I took him to the office. He wired my husbands and the secretary's offices with covert security, sound and vision, with an internet link. I could view and hear live on my phone and iPad everything that happened in either office. Back at home he wired it into our internet feed, in the attic, and set up the system.

I've got good legs, one of my best features. It was a warm June day. I'd worn a short 'ish skirt and stockings. James was a good looking fella and I hadn't had any cock for way too long. I didn't dress too tarty but if he had been interested he would have known I was available. Like I said, before marriage I'd had a lot of experience. When we got back to mine I made an excuse to go straight to the loo. I removed my panties and had a quick freshen up.

We were sitting at the breakfast bar drinking coffee and eating a late lunch. I'd made sure my skirt had ridden up my legs enough to show my stocking tops. James had noticed and conversation was intermittent. I'd made all the usual opening moves and James had certainly registered them as the growing bulge at his crotch clearly testified. My cunt got wetter as we talked and he looked.

I 'inadvertently' swung my legs wider apart as I slipped off the chair, picked up the empty plates and walked over to the washer. I bent carefully to open it fully then slowly put the two plates on the bottom rack. I'd sort them out properly later, if I remembered. Picking up the coffee pot I returned to the breakfast bar and hitched my leg up to sit on the stool. By then my skirt hem was way above my stocking tops. James still hadn't made a move!

I knew he wasn't Jan's husband, his name was Kevin. Was he only a friend or was he her lover? Was he gay? Well the growing cock suggested he wasn't. To be honest I was so much in need of a fucking none of the above would really have mattered. I bit the bullet and came straight out with it.

"I need a damn good fuck! Any chance?"

He dragged his eyes away from the apex of my legs.

"Fucking right. I was trying to decide if you were just a prick tease, sorry. One can't be too careful these days."

I reached over, ran my hand up his stiffening cock until it reached his belt.

"I only tease a cock when I'm getting it hard and ready to fuck." I told him as I unfastened his belt, unzipped his fly and reached inside for his cock. It was getting there but I knew there was much more to come. Sliding off the stool I bent to take the knob end in my mouth.

"Mmmmmm," I mumbled through a mouth full of growing cock. It felt so nice and it had been sooo long, over three weeks!

Once I had his cock in my mouth I didn't need to rush. I knew I'd have his spunk somewhere, mouth, cunt or arse. All three would be more than welcome. I told him to slide off the stool. I slid his jeans and boxers down and took them off. Now I could get between his legs and really enjoy myself. Telling him to sit I knelt in front of him and swallowed his cock to the root. Deep throat was never a problem. He gasped as my muscles convulsed around his cock. The start of my gag reflex. I fought it off as long as I could, enjoying his pleasure. It was growing nicely. I had to come up for air. Keeping the knob end in my mouth I licked and sucked while my hand encouraged full growth. It felt wonderful having a growing cock to play with. Pre-cum oozed from the tip. I licked it carefully trying to extend the delicious string as far as I could. When it broke I followed it and licked it from the length of his cock then, using my finger, scooped the remains off my chin and licked my finger. His cock throbbed. I looked up into his smiling face, smiled back at him then went back to his cock.

He was firming up nicely but I felt sure there was still more available. I swallowed him again. The muscles in my throat trembled around his cock head and I felt his juices trickle into my throat. It wasn't his seed just more delicious pre-cum. I remained still, fighting the reducing gag reflex as long as possible while I enjoyed the little dribbles deep into my throat. His hands went to the top of my head as I moved my mouth back up his shaft. He didn't prevent my movement, just telling me that he was enjoying it and wanted more.

Sucking on his cock head I drew as much of his juices out and into my mouth as I could. Using a hard tongue I probed the cock's eye before stroking a long, slow hard hand up his length. More pre-cum dribbled into my mouth. Another string, longer than the first, broke and once again I licked it all up. Down I went again, more slowly this time and with the help of his hands on my head. I stopped at the bottom and used my muscles again, squeezing his cock. He held me there. I held my breath and squeezed. The hands eased. I move up the cock just far enough to take a few deep breaths before he helped me back to the root of his cock again. I bobbed my head up and down an inch or so, wanking his cock head with the muscles in my throat. He was getting close. I came back up.

"How long have we got?"

"I have to be at work Monday morning, 8:30."

It was Saturday afternoon.

"Do you need to change for work?"

I didn't wait for an answer but swallowed him again. His hands helped as I used my throat to wank him off. His cock throbbed. I knew it was almost there and worked a little faster. It throbbed again. James's hands held my head still, his hips thrust forward and spunk poured out of his cock and straight down my throat. I took two loads before starting to choke. By then he had freed my head from his grip and I came up slow while using a hand to continue wanking him. I kept him in my mouth while he jerked and pumped more spunk. I milked his tube until it was empty, checked the eye was nice and clean then released him.

He was still panting and his eyes were closed when I looked up at him. I waited until he opened them and looked down at me, then I swallowed what was left in my mouth before licking my lips.

"Shit! Babe that was something else!"

I smiled.

"My pleasure, as well." I told him as he helped me to my feet and pulled me close.

He kissed me deep his tongue exploring my mouth while his hands explored my body. My skirt was unbuttoned, unzipped and I helped him work it over my hips before kicking it away across the floor. My bra clip caused him no problem and while he unbuttoned my blouse I worked on his shirt. In less time that it takes to tell I was wearing only my hold-ups, heels and a look of anticipation. He? Only shoes, socks and a hungry, wolfish grin.

He moved the two coffee mugs, lifted me effortlessly and laid me on the breakfast bar. Reorganising his stool he sat between my parted legs and placed one over each of his shoulders. Putting his hands under my bum he lifted me up.

"Shuffle down."

I shuffled, closed my eyes and waited, and waited, and waited. Re-opening my eyes I looked down between my full breasts across my flat belly and into his eyes. There must have been something in my look.

"Patience, woman! I'm enjoying the view."

He wasn't exactly drooling but I could see he was enjoying what he saw. I closed my eyes again and waited patiently.

The touch, when it finally came, was so very light I thought I'd imagined it. On my inner thigh, millimetres above the top of my hold-ups. The second one I knew was real. The same position on the other thigh. I sighed deeply. The wet tip of his tongue left cooling, moist traces as it meandered up my inner thigh towards my waiting, eager pussy. It stopped, there was a pause then it started again, just above the stocking top on my other leg. Once more it stopped to refresh the moisture and returned to the stopping point on the other thigh. He lifted my legs from his shoulders, held them wide and his wet tongue began to wander down between my thighs before returning and going upwards to the top. Again a pause, a return to the second thigh and the process was deliciously repeated. I was breathing heavily, my heart rate increasing. My entire being was centred on the apex of my wide parted legs as I anticipated the first touch of his mouth on my pulsing pussy.

With my legs still held high and spread wide his mouth moved down the back of my left thigh. Little kisses and gentle sucks as he moved closer to my bum cheeks. The crossover from my thigh to my bum sent shivers of excitement coursing through my body again. Pushing my legs further back he exposed me totally. A hard tongue traced down the valley between my cheeks, paused at my anus. I waited. The hard tongue probed. I shuddered uncontrollably. James's first totally sexual penetration was in my arse, with his tongue. Midway through the shudder of my first orgasm, in a over a week, hit like a tornado. I thrashed about on the breakfast bar making noises that were far more animal than human. James held me and tongued my anus until I finished.

I calmed. He said not a word. He moved his mouth up, the tongue circled my perineum, moving tenderly between my anus and the entrance to my wet, needy cunt. He moved my legs again. They rested on his shoulders, his hands came inside my thighs taking position either side of my cunt. He spread his fingers wide so that fingers and thumb stretched between my mons and my anus. Putting my feet on his broad shoulders I spread my knees as wide as I could. His hands spread my labia majora opening me up. He looked at me. He looked at my open cunt and licked his lips.

With a wicked smile he poked out his tongue and dipped his head into the pool of juice that had formed among the folds of my labia. A soft tongue starting at my perineum and began lapping my juices as quickly as they formed. In moments he was sucking them, in turn, into his mouth and flicking with his tongue. His nose nuzzled my clitoris and the express train carrying my orgasm left the station. By the time his mouth reached my clitoris the train was travelling at top speed. Again his tongue did the work, probing under the hood, seeking the nub of pleasure. The tunnel was approaching fast. My clit was in his mouth, he sucked. I jerked and two thumbs pushed hard into my cunt. In true Hitchcock fashion the train tore into the tunnel at break neck speed.

"Aaaarrrrrh! Shit! Fuck! Stop! Don't stop! Goooood! You bastard!" I screamed.

I thrashed about, grabbed his head and tried to drive it hard up into my cunt as I ground my sex into his face. I came, then I squirted and came again, a fabulous roller-coaster of pain, pleasure and the eternal desire that he would never, ever stop. He kept going until I was totally exhausted, then went on a little more. I had to push his head away, I was so tired. By then I was only conscious of him being at the end of the breakfast bar watching me shake and suck bucketfuls of air into my tortured lungs.

"OK?"

"Jeez! I'm fucking shattered. It's a fucking long time since I've cum anything like that. Gimme a few?"

"I'll make us a brew."

"No, just come here and hold me. I'll be fine in a few minutes."

He held me close while I recovered then I kissed him long and slow.

"Fuck me, please."

"You've got the energy to walk upstairs?"

"No, not yet. Here in the kitchen. On the rug. We can go upstairs later."

The kitchen rug and I have history. Together we go back to my first taste of spunk and my very first fuck. I was born in the house and lived here, with my parents, right the way through until I inherited it in my mid-twenties. Sex before marriage didn't happen in our house. No way could I even take a boyfriend up to my room much less fuck him senseless. Any sex that did take place and there was a surprising amount under the circumstances, happened in the kitchen. On or over the kitchen table or on the floor, on the rug.

Why the kitchen? It was furthest from the front door so if a tire crunched on the gravel or a key was heard entering the lock we had more time to straighten up, simple logic really. Any 'spillages' could be wiped off the tiled kitchen floor far more easily than the lounge or dining room carpets. Clearly we couldn't get naked. Whoever's cock was available just dropped his trousers and pants to his knees and laid down. I hitched up my skirt, pulled the gusset to one side and lowered myself down on the cock in question. If there was just time for a quickie then we had the same clothing arrangements but I bent over the table in the traditional way.

If we were interrupted then I just stood up, my skirt or dress took up it's proper position and I picked up the two mugs, that I always left on the table, and put them in the sink. The owner of the cock in question hauled his pants and trousers up, picked up the spoon that was always on the floor and with a triumphant, 'found it' would rise from behind the table. Job done! Next cock please.

Even after my parents passed the first fuck in the house with a new cock was on the kitchen rug. Traditions need to be kept.

"If I shower here, early, I can pop in at home and change, on the way."

I looked at James blankly.

"You asked if I had to change for work on Monday, remember? Some while ago?"

My blank look turned into a smile of delight. I looked at the clock.

"So, if you leave here about 6:30 in the morning we've got what, about 38 hours to get to know one-n-other?"

"Yeah, about that. But we should test the system works in the morning so I have time to make any adjustments if necessary."

"No time to waste then. Down y'go."

"I'll probably need a bit of help, you did a great blow job!"

"OK, you go down then I'll go down. Deal?"

"Deal. Kneel over my face so I can see what I've got to aim for."

James didn't take much time at all to get up and ready. He credited me for his speedy recovery but all I did was play with his cock. I suspect it was more his interest in getting his end away if I'm honest. Believe that and you'll believe anything! I needed that cock of his and I worked for it, happily.

With us both being naked he didn't need to worry about his trousers and pants and I had no gusset to move either. With a nice stiff cock in my mouth I leaned forward pulling my wet cunt off his fingers. Swapping my mouth for my hand I knelt up, turned round and threw a leg over his flat belly. A little bit of adjustment and cock was nicely aligned with cunt. Like riding a bike, once learned never forgotten.

I lowered myself eagerly, clenching my muscles on his cock automatically. My mind went back to the days of stolen moments of sheer ecstasy. Minutes of illicit pleasure. My parents might return at any moment. I grabbed James's hands and placed them on my aching breasts. I squeezed his hands onto them. My fingers, squeezed, released, squeezed, release. He picked up the pattern quickly as I bounced energetically on his cock. I was listening for the crunch of tires on the drive, the rasp of a key in a lock. I bounced harder, faster. My muscles clenched tighter. Gotta cum, gotta cum, before they return. The finishing line was ahead. I pushed myself harder, closer and closer. I was there, I climaxed hard, suddenly and noisily then collapsed onto James's chest, trembling violently and breathing deeply.

"Blimey! That was quick!" I heard him murmur in my ear.

I panted, long deep rasping breaths waiting for my heart to stabilise before attempting to reply.

"Long story, tell you in bed."

My mind went into free fall as I laid on James's chest, dragged air into my lungs and struggled to bring my heart beat down to less than 5000 beats per minute. A whole string of tenuously linked memories flooded back and forth.

I sat up abruptly, my eyes staring straight ahead at nothing.

"What?" asked James worriedly.

"My husband!"

"He's home?"

"No, no nothing like that. Why did he make it so obvious that he was fucking somebody else? He's played away before. He knows how not to get found out. What's his game?"

"He wants a divorce?"

"He can have one, he only has to ask and he knows it. Anyway, he can't afford it. No, there's something else."

I climbed off his still stiff cock and moved to the kitchen table.

"You still good to go?" I asked leaning against the table.

"Of course, I'd only just started. Upstairs? Somewhere comfortable?" he replied hauling himself off the floor.

"No, here." I told him as I adjusted my position to suit.

He stood behind me. I felt his cock head ease between my engorged labia. He took hold of my hips.

"Just... Ahrrrrr! Shit! Fuck me! Fucking hard!" His sudden assault on my cunt drove all memory of what I was about to say clear out of my mind to be replaced with acute hearing as I listened, once more for the crunch of tires on gravel.

"Oh My God! I'm cummin'!" I had heard the crunch. I waited for the rasp of the key. "Oh SHIT! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cummin again." My body started to shake. My knees trembled. James faltered.

"No! Don't stop. Keep going. I'm gonna cum again! Ahrrrr! Ahrrrr. Yes! Yes! Yes! No!! Don't fucking stop until I tell you. Ahrrrrrrr! Fuck!"

Every thrust of his beautifully curved cock hit exactly the right spot at exactly the right time. My parents could have been standing in the kitchen doorway for all I cared. I didn't give a shit and still James fucked me hard and still I came and came and came. My legs went first swiftly followed by my arms. I was virtually a useless marionette supported only by the fuck-master pulling my strings. If James's hands hadn't be holding my hips tight I'd have slid to the floor. And still he pounded my cunt and I didn't tell him to stop. I was still cumming. I felt myself squirt, a long satisfying squirt followed by a couple of smaller ones. I knew in my heart it was time to take a break but that cock felt so deliciously divine.

James slowed. I didn't tell him not to. He slowed to a halt leaving his beautiful cock head pressed up against my cervix. Pinned like a butterfly. Fixed in place with his hands still firmly controlling my hips.

"I'm looking forward to hearing your long story. In my opinion," started James, "if it ain't another woman and who, in their right mind, would want to leave you? Then it must be money."

"He hasn't got any. He's an undischarged bankrupt. With all that entails."

"Maybe he has. Maybe he plans of getting you to divorce him, sell the company, get paid off and clear his debts. Just a thought."

"You haven't cum yet?"

"Not yet, but it don't matter. I'm in no rush and you're obviously needy. The more I can fuck you the better in my book."

"Oh you'll fuck me some more don't worry about that. We've still got the best part of 37 hours before you leave for work. I've got a belly full now I want a pussy full. C'mon, let's go upstairs and get comfortable."

I took him playfully by the cock and led him towards the stairs and up to my bedroom. My, since I was old enough to have my own room, bedroom. In keeping with tradition. We would spend the night in the marital bed because my husband was away with another woman and, no doubt, giving her what was rightfully mine.

We got comfortable. I went down on his cock and played. Licking, sucking and deep throating as he steadily returned to a rampant, curved scimitar of a cock. I'd had a mouthful of his spunk now I wanted a cunt full. He was nearly, so very nearly there. Still stroking his cock lovingly I repositioned until I was kneeling with my arse facing him. I parted my knees so that he could see my dripping cunt waiting for him.