Wife's Night out Conclusion

Right I thought. I'll deal with my wife in a minute. I had to decide on what I was going to tell her.

I went upstairs and stripped naked. My panties and holdups had semen stains over them. I got all my clothes into the washing machine.

I removed all my makeup and got in the shower. I sprayed my little clitty with water. It was such a great sensation and I was tempted to use my black dildo that was still attached to the shower wall with its suction cup. Just touching it reminded me of Simon's gorgeous cock.

I told myself to concentrate and washed myself all over.

I got out of the shower and towelled myself dry. I used body moisturiser all over before putting on one of my favourite nighties. It was lilac in colour, chiffon see through material with lots of lace. I put my wig back on and looked at myself in the mirror. It was easy to see my nipples and tiny little cock through the thin material.

I moisturised my face. I didn't need makeup for now, and put on one of my wife's dressing gowns before heading downstairs.

It was around 1pm by now so I sent my wife a message asking if she wanted to chat.

She soon messaged me back saying that she was out but would be back in her room in a couple of hours.

I switched the TV on and just chilled.

I kept thinking about last night and how I couldn't wait to see him again. I remembered the video I'd taken of Simon and my wife so I set things up so I could watch it on the TV.

The video started to play. My wife had certainly been very horny that night and Simon had certainly performed. l loved watching her squeal and groan as Simon's cock slid in and out of her pussy. No wonder she had a smile on her face. Knowing that Simon had fucked both of us was a real turn on but I couldn't tell my wife that so I decided to tell her that I'd been out with a couple of the boys for a curry, had too much to drink plus my phone battery had gone dead. All pretty weak really, but I couldn't tell her what really happened.

The phone rang late in the afternoon. " Do you want to FaceTime?" she asked.

I readily agreed but quickly took my wig off and put a sweatshirt on. I don't know why. Maybe because her friend might have been in the room with her.

She appeared on the screen.

She was fully made up and was wearing a light blue sarong. Her breasts were clearly visible through the thin material and she'd obviously caught some rays. She looked good.

"Sorry about last night and not seeing your messages." I said. I was just about to go into chapter and verse with my concocted story but before I could she said "no problem " and started talking about how good her holiday was and how much she was enjoying herself. Apparently the hotel was full of French and Swedish golfers. She and her friend hadn't needed to buy a drink yet.

"I've got a nice tan." she said and proceeded to pull apart the front of her sarong revealing her white boobs. Her nipples were erect.

"See I've got white bits now"

So without trying to be too obvious I asked her if she had met any nice people.

"Some nice French guy bought me some drinks last night." She knew what I was getting at.

"Well did you take it any further?" I asked.

She knew that I didn't have a problem with her having sex with another guy, and she knew that I got excited at the thought of that happening, but she still didn't really want to talk about it.

"Well I'm going to meet him later for a drink. You don't mind do you?"

"No of course not. What are you going to wear? Make it something sexy and short, and don't forget the heels!"

She laughed and told me that she wasn't sure yet but I could see that her makeup was extra special. She wanted cock tonight for sure.

My little clit was leaking precum now. In an ideal world I would love to be in the room, fully dressed, watching my wife get fucked by another man, but that wasn't going to happen.

We chatted a little longer and agreed to speak the following day.

My mind was working overtime now. My nightie had a huge wet patch.

I went and got my wand. I let the vibrations rub against my clitty while I imagined a large stiff cock rubbing against her pussy before he slid it inside her making her squeal with pleasure.

I didn't cum but it felt so good.

I went to bed early that night. I was dog tired. I woke a couple of times and I must admit my mind wandered to what my wife was up to. I was sure that she was getting what she wanted.

The next morning I got out of bed and went through my smooth body routine. I was seeing Simon later but had all day free.

I dressed in a midi length dress,ankle boots and a denim jacket. I finished my makeup and decided to go into the local town for some window shopping.

I love being out dressed. I went into a department store and wandered round the cosmetics section. The store assistant was so friendly and helpful. Lots of people are so friendly to "girls" like me.

I went for a coffee.I felt completely at ease. It was wonderful.

Once I was home I started to plan tonight's date with Simon.

I was going to go dressed like a complete slut!

I put my clothes out on the bed. Tiny pink lacy panties with matching bra. Black holdups with a lace top. A tiny pink tartan pleated miniskirt which only just covered my bum. 4in heeled thigh high black suede boots.

I redid my makeup and painted my nails a bright pink to match my lipstick.

I was ready to go so I grabbed a bottle of wine,put on a raincoat and got into my car.

Let's hope I don't brake down I thought.

I got to his house just after 6.30 pm. I parked on his driveway and then rang his doorbell. He answered the door and told me to come in. God he's handsome I thought. Casually dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans. He had no shoes and socks on but was still taller than me.

I gave him the wine and he asked for my coat.

"Wow!" he uttered. "Give me a spin"

I did as I was told. He pulled me towards him. Both hands were on my panties. His tongue was straight in my mouth probing everywhere.

His hands went to my shoulders pushing me down on my knees. He undid his zip and his cock sprung out. He wasn't wearing boxers. I pulled his foreskin back and kissed the head before licking the length of his shaft. His balls were big and tight.

I took him into my mouth sucking and licking him, his shaft going deeper and deeper. I started to gag but I managed to keep going. Then he came out of my mouth." I don't want to cum yet." and with that helped me up from my knees. "Let's have a drink."I sat on the sofa. Everything was exposed. While he was gone I noticed that the room was so sparse. No ornaments or paintings.

He returned with the wine and sat down next to me. "I love what you're wearing." he said. Well everything was on view and he took his time admiring it. Although he had done up his zipper I could still see the bulge of his gorgeous cock.

We made some small talk, got quite tactile with each other and enjoyed the wine.

The smell from the kitchen was delicious. "Let's eat" he said.

He'd made pasta which was very nice. It could have been dog food for all I cared.

Throughout dinner he was stroking my leg and thigh. It was so sexy.

Chatting was easy, but then suddenly he asked me how was my wife getting on in Spain.

I hadn't told him she was there so how did he know? Then it dawned on me. They were still in touch. "Have you seen her since that night then?" I asked.

"Well yes, a couple of time. She came up here and once I came to your house. She wanted me to fuck her. You know why." he replied. He smiled. "You're not jealous are you?"

We'll no I wasn't, but then came the realisation that when she told me she was out with friends,sometimes she was here being fucked by Simon or even at home doing it!

I was glad she was getting what she wanted but thought that she might have told me. But there again why should she. After all, I had never told her about the fact I loved cock and sex with men.

"Anyway, let's not talk about her. I want you tonight. Let's go upstairs." he said.

He followed me up the stairs. He had a wonderful view of my legs,panties, well everything. There were some packing cases on the landing but I didn't really notice. I had other things on my mind.

I sat on the bed. He quickly stripped naked. His cock was so stiff. He lay on his back and I kneeled next to him and began to lick and nibble his nipples. I moved down his body kissing and licking him. I soon reached his cock and took him in my mouth. He pulled out and positioned himself behind me. I was still on my knees. I felt his cock hard against my pussy. Luckily I had given my pussy a good load of lube before I got dressed. My legs were as wide apart as I could get them and his hands were spreading my cheeks apart. I gasped as his cock started to slide into me. He was gentle with me getting deeper and deeper each time until he crossed that threshold and he was completely inside me.I groaned with pleasure as he started to thrust harder and harder, faster and faster. His hands were on my shoulders now holding me tight. The sensation on my g spot was amazing. It didn't take long. I had an amazing orgasm. It went on and on.

He was breathing quite heavily. He slid out of me and rolled me on my back. He lifted my legs in the air and placed them on his shoulders. I still had all my clothes on. He pulled my panties to one side and slid his cock straight into my pussy. I was staring into his eyes as he thrust harder and harder.it was beginning to hurt but I didn't want him to stop. Another orgasm racked my body but he was on a mission.He was groaning more and more and I knew he was close. With one last thrust his whole body stiffened before he filled me with his cum. He stayed inside me for a couple of minutes, his heavy breathing easing, before he slid out of me.

He crashed back on the bed before telling me that that was the best fuck he'd ever had. I'm sure it wasn't but it did make me feel good. It probably was the sluttiest fuck he'd ever had.

"I'd love to see you again " he said "but" oh here we go I thought, "I'm moving to New York on a three year secondment with work. I'm renting the house out."

Well that explained why the place looked so sparse and the packing boxes.

I was shocked, disappointed,sad. All those things. I didn't ask if he had told my wife.

We lay next to each other for a few minutes not knowing what to say to each other.

Finally I got up and told him that I should go home.

We walked downstairs and I grabbed my coat. He helped me put it on before pulling me close and kissing me gently on the lips.

" I'll never forget you and what you have opened my eyes to." he said.

"I should go." I said. " Good luck with the new job. I hope you have a great time. I've loved our time together."

With that I kissed him on the cheek, got in the car and drove home.

I had this terrible feeling of sadness driving home but then I told myself to get realistic because it was never going to be a long term relationship for me and probably not for my wife either.

I woke up in the morning with my brain in turmoil.

Ok, it was me who suggested that she should go to that bar but never in a million years did I expect both of us to be fucked by the same guy.

So she's in Spain probably taking as much cock as she can get. What happens when she gets home or is she already meeting other guys here at home?

I suppose in my mind I was going to have more participation in my wife's need for sexual satisfaction. Maybe I wanted her to be my mistress. I guess I was hoping that she would determine who could fuck me. I just wanted to be that cuckold husband, a total sissy.

Now I had no idea what might happen when she got home.

I would have to wait and see.