Dean sat waiting in the dark living room. Night had fallen, and lost in his thoughts, hadn't even thought to turn on a light.
What was she doing? Dean looked at the clock as he saw his wife's car pull into the driveway. It was more than two hours after her usual time home from work.
"So where have you been?" Dean asked as she walked through the door.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Penny responded coyly.
That wasn't typical for Penny. Dean followed her into the kitchen.
She tossed her keys, purse, and phone on the counter almost carelessly, clattering across the granite. She pulled a glass from the cabinet, filling it with water from the tap, and draining it in a long gulp. Dean couldn't help but glance at her neck, admiring the curve of her chest disappearing into her top. His second glance clued him in to more details. She had a slightly ruffled, disheveled look. Actually, she was kind of a mess. Her lipstick was smeared, hair sticking out in several places.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, slightly concerned.
She swallowed the last of her water. "I'm great!" Her eyes were wild.
"What the hell happened?" he exclaimed.
"So, you know how we've been talking..."
"About?" Dean offered, not quite sure to what she was referring.
"You know, talking. About me. And someone else."
Dean put two and two together.
A few nights ago, Dean lay on the bed, his wife sat astride him, slowing rocking her hips back and forth, back and forth. She placed her hands on his chest, as leverage to pump harder and harder, until she threw her head back and let out a half groan, half cry, as she came to orgasm, hard. It seemed to go on and on, until she finally slowed, and collapsed on top of him, a satisfied look on her flushed face.
Dean remembered as she lay on top of him, her voice in his ear. "I love fucking you," she whispered as she buried her head against his neck and shoulder.
"Just me?" he had asked knowingly, leading in to their favorite scenario of late.
Being as married as long as they had been, fantasies, and variations had been invented. All of the typical variety. They enjoyed one another, and over the years explored various subjects. Of late, sharing and swapping had been a topic of play. Secret liaisons and torrid affairs. Kind of cliche, they knew, but still, it excited and aroused them.
It was all fantasy.
"Someone else?!" Dean exclaimed.
Penny held up her hands. "Strictly PG stuff!" She looked at me, away, and back again. "Okay, PG-13."
Dean stared at her.
"You know I was going to go out with friends tonight after work. Quick stop, one drink."
Dean glanced at his phone. He saw the last message from her. ``drinks with the girls, won't be very late``
"There was this guy," she began, waving her hands. "He was cute. Very persistent. He bought us a round of drinks, sat with us for a while. The others had to go, but... I stayed."
Dean nodded.
"We danced a couple times. He kept touching me. He was a gentleman," she began, careful of her husband's pride. Not that he had anything to worry about. But men can be sensitive, and she hoped this would continue, so she had to respond carefully. "Tall, shoulders not as broad as yours," she said, running my hands down his arms that she loved so much.
He smiled. "I know you like a bigger guy."
She nodded, before continuing. "We talked for a little while. I was nervous, and was trying to decide what I was going to do."
"Well?" he asked.
"We talked. After a little while, I followed him out to his car, and got into the front seat with him." She looked away for a moment, and looked back. "He leaned over to kiss me. Gently at first, tentative." She reached up to touch her tousled hair, trail her hands across her crimson streaked lips. "It got hot." She paused again. "It got really hot. He unbuckled his pants, but didn't make any moves. It was an offer, an invitation." Penny stared at Dean. "I took him up on it."
Dean's heart raced.
"I reached my hand into his pants and started playing with his cock a little bit, first through his boxes, but as we made out, I got more turned on, and I wanted to see it." She looked at me. "I was so excited. A strange dick, hard in my hands. Couldn't blame me if I wanted to play with it a little bit?"
He shook my head, serious in his reply. "A real opportunity there, not to be missed."
"Right," she answered, and continued. "So I pulled it out, and started to stroke him. While I did that, he reached under my skirt, tracing his fingers up and down the inside of my thighs. I was soaked by that point, and I know he could tell before he even touched me. But touch me he did, and pulled my panties to the side, and very gently started to play with my pussy. It was kind of awkward, we didn't have a lot of room in the front, so..." She lifted up her skirt. I could see she was completely bare. "Yeah, anyway, he kept them."
My jaw hung open.
"Well in no time he was rock hard and I could tell he was going to go off, so I leaned over and took him into my mouth, and he came soon after." Penny had a satisfied look on her face and smiled. "And I already told you he was a gentleman. So, after he came, he played with my pussy until I came." She leaned against the counter in the kitchen, looking at me expectantly.
"It was such a spur of the moment thing, I didn't have a chance to text you. You aren't mad, are you?" Penny pleaded.
Dean shook his head. "I'm not mad, no! Surprised, yes. Wow!" He wasn't sure how to react, but the erection in his pants did a lot of the reacting for me. "Do you want to see him again?" Dean asked.
She paused. "Do you want me to?"
Dean did, of course. Does that make him a bad person, he thought to himself. "Yes, if you do," he managed to say out loud. Maybe it just made him a horny, perverted person. Who loved his wife dearly and wanted to make her happy.
She paused again, and looked up at me with big eyes. "I do," she admitted. "Now take me upstairs, I can't wait to have you any longer!"
The two of them raced upstairs and fell onto the bed, immediately locked in a kiss. With nothing underneath, Dean found easy access to her soaking wet sex, and began to gently explore her folds. The same as another strange man had done just a short time before. His cock twitched in arousal.
The two of them quickly undid his pants, and Dean shucked them onto the floor. Penny took her husband's stiff rod into her mouth, slurping the top before sliding her lips down the shaft until her lips were at the base, and then back up, smiling like she had done a magic trick.
"Now fuck me!" she commanded, laying back on the bed, pulling her dress up over her hips. Dean slid in easily, her pussy slick from her arousal.
Penny spread her legs wider, pulling one ankle back as she stroked her clit with the other in time with her husband's effort as he pounded her. The sensation of him, alternately filling her up, pulling back, then burying himself in me again, was almost too much to bear. She had to wait, barely holding on, using only the lightest touch on herself, or she would take myself over the edge. She wanted to wait, to join him in climax.
"I love to fuck you after you've already come," he said, his voice heavy with arousal. Penny's heart beat faster as he spoke. "It's even more intense." He kept up the pace, and she watched as his eyes went unfocused. "I'd love to fuck you after some stud had his way with you. Fill up your freshly fucked pussy." He quickened his pace, and she followed suit, rubbing her clit with increased intensity, and felt a growing warmth deep within her.
"I'm going to come babe," he announced, and Penny stroked herself as she felt Dean let loose. "Fuck!" Dean cried out. Penny's toes curled as she came in response, the feeling and sight of him pushing her over the edge. She simultaneously needing to stop touching herself and never wanting to stop touching herself, the feelings were so intense. She lost conscious control, hips bucking, until her orgasm began to subside, warm all over, tingling from head to toe.
