Real Estate Transaction

REAL ESTATE TRANSACTION

I remember it like it happened yesterday, even though it was a few months ago.

We had put the kids to bed and were sitting in our bed, watching TV. My wife had been very quiet, which happened occasionally when something was on her mind.

She has a very busy life, looking after our two kids (15 and 12) while being a part-time real estate agent. Our two sons were old enough to take care of themselves so Trish could often devote unusual hours to her real estate gig. I was working long hours, as well, at my job with an engineering firm. We were both working hard, but things were going well, financially and with our family.

My wife had changed for bed and was wearing a typical nightgown for her. I never ceased to enjoy seeing her breasts jiggle under her thin gown. She often slept without panties. I noticed she was wearing them tonight and thought she must be near her period.

"How was your day?" I innocently asked during a TV commercial.

Trish paused before answering, "It was okay. You know."

I said, "Same old stuff. Have you had any luck with that new client?" I knew she had been showing houses to some guy who was moving with his family from the west coast somewhere.

She said, "We found a place that he likes." She said it without the usual enthusiasm she has when she's made a deal.

I looked at her and asked, "Are you feeling okay?"

She was quiet. I could tell something was on her mind.

Then she said, "Something happened."

I blithely asked, "Oh. What was that?"

Trish (Patricia) wouldn't look at me and was obviously upset. "You remember that client I was working with, the guy from San Francisco?"

"Sure. You told me about him. What was his name again?"

I barely remembered. Trish would often prattle on about her real estate work or what the kids had been doing. I listened as best I could, but sometimes I lost track of what she was saying. Like many women, Trish talked a lot. She wasn't looking for answers; it was therapeutic for her to talk to me after her hectic daily activities. I thought she was a really neat person.

She said, "Pearson, Edward Pearson."

"Yeah, what about him?" I remembered her talking about the guy, remarking on how good looking and how successful he was.

She paused, then looked at me. "We had sex today."

I didn't say anything, waiting for her to elaborate. I was stunned.

"It just happened. We found this really nice house that he liked and we were in the bedroom and he touched me and we ended up in the bed."

"Did he force you?" I was angry and concerned.

She paused again, then said, "No. I didn't initiate it, but I didn't resist." Then she meekly added, "I participated."

I was wrapping my head around what she had said when she looked at me with a frightened look in her eyes. "I'm so sorry." She said, then pleaded, "Please forgive me. I'm just a weak person and don't deserve you." She was near tears.

I loved this woman with all my heart and my initial reaction was to forgive her and comfort her, but I was also trying to grasp the realization of what she had said. She had cheated on me. I was shocked. I had never doubted her fidelity and immediately wondered if she was being drawn away by another man.

She said, "It was just a one-time thing." But then she added, "I think."

"Are you in love with this guy?"

She quickly said, pleading, "No. It's nothing like that. I love you. It was just a situation and everything happened so fast. I was so foolish."

Of course, I realized the significance of what she had done. Many men would've immediately gotten pissed-off and thrown her out. But I guess I was not so insecure to be threatened or demeaned by the thought of my wife straying. Of course, her fidelity was important, but we had much more than that. She meant everything to me. We had a nice family and our lives together were wonderful. I was far from perfect myself. I'd had drinking problem and had made a mistake myself one time. Forgiveness has to be part of a successful marriage.

Trish was very worried and was crying. "I'm so sorry. I wouldn't blame you if you threw me out. I'm just a slut."

Now, she was anything but a slut. I had taken her virginity when we were dating and she had never been with anyone but me. I gathered that she was impressed with this suave, successful man and fell prey to his advances. I put my arms around her to calm her.

"What happened?" I asked and she told me the whole story.

"This guy, Ed Pearson has been looking for a house. His business, one of those software companies, was relocating him to Cleveland to lead their local division. His wife and kids are still in San Francisco waiting for him to find a house. Their kids are in school and they plan to move in June after the school year."

I nodded, now listening closely.

"We've been looking at houses for over a week and hadn't found anything he liked, but then today we found THE house. It's a four-bedroom, with a view of the lake, on a nice piece of property. The schools are good and the neighborhood has a park and trails with lots of kids around. After looking at more than a dozen places, we were getting discouraged, but then we found it. The house has just come on the market; it was in his price range and he immediately liked it. The kitchen has recently been redone with lots of counter space and new appliances."

I asked the 'male' question. "Does it have a basement and a garage?"

"You'd love it. There's a shop area in the basement and a big yard. Rambo (our dog) would love the yard-lots of places to sniff and dozens of squirrels to chase." She paused, "They have a yellow lab, Ranger."

She even knew the name of the guy's dog.

She continued, speaking rapidly, "We looked at the place and I called the selling agent. Pearson was willing to meet their price and just like that, we had a deal. The other family was eager to sell and we already have the preliminary closing set for Friday."

It all sounded okay, but I asked her to "Tell me about this guy who fucked you?"

She made a face at me. She didn't like the word 'fuck', but it seemed to be the most appropriate term.

She told me about him, "He's a bit older than us and is very nice. I'd spent most of the week with him. We'd had lunch a few times and dinner one time. He would tell me about his family and such. I just found him to be intriguing and when he came on to me, I just melted. I'm so sorry."

I asked, "And I'm not intriguing?"

"You know what I mean. He was different. I've always been intrigued by you, but he was different and being away from all the activity in our lives was different."

I was getting the picture. The guy was suave and successful and Trish was taken by him after spending the week looking for a house for him and his family. One of the things she liked about her real estate gig was that it took her away from her normal existence, dealing with the kids and their issues, putting up with my moods, keeping the household running and such. Meeting other people with their own lives was interesting and the quest to find homes for them was challenging and rewarding. She often got to know a lot about her clients. Her commissions were helping us build a nice college fund for our kids.

She continued, "I had finished everything on the phone and found him upstairs in the bedroom, looking out the window and at the closets and such. The sellers still lived there, so the place was furnished. We were in the master bedroom. I was looking out the window when he came up behind me."

She was finally getting to the point.

"I was wearing that blue sleeveless dress that you like."

She had this dress that I thought made her look really sexy.

"He put his hands on my shoulders and when I didn't object, he caressed my neck. It felt good and I was elated at successfully finding a home for him and his family."

I listened intently.

"He unzipped my dress in the back. I should've stopped him, but in the moment, it felt so good. I was nervous and I just stood there as he pulled the zipper all the way down and unhooked my bra. It happened so fast that I didn't have time to think. Suddenly, my dress was on the floor and he was nibbling and kissing my neck and his hands were holding my tits. He put his tongue in my ear like you used to do and he pinched my nipples. You know I like that. He was doing everything right, just like you always did, and I was letting him continue."

I imagined the scene of this attractive man with his hands on my wife's breasts, tweaking her nipples and kissing her neck, things that she has always liked. I noticed that she mentioned things I did, not things I still do.

Trish went on, "I should've stopped him, but I wasn't thinking straight."

She said, "You know how you men have a thing about saying your little head takes over thinking from your big head, well we women are the same way. Once we get aroused, we only think about the pleasure and not the consequences. That's why women get seduced all the time. Their pussies take over their thinking."

I hadn't heard such a theory before, but it made sense. When we were dating, I remembered that once I got my hands on her tits, she lost all resistance and allowed me to continue with her full approval. Touching that little button between her legs would get her so hot that the only thing restraining how far we went was my reluctance to take advantage of her. I held-off from full intercourse until I was sure she wanted to do it, but once we started, she would be insatiable in bed. Of course, I was even hornier than she was. I would get so worked up screwing her that I didn't care if I got her pregnant or not. My instincts just took over and my cock did my thinking for me. A hard dick has no conscience.

I nodded to Trish, with a questioning look on my face, waiting for what was next.

She told me more. "I instinctively sat on the bed, like a I do with you."

It was true, and I knew what was coming next.

"He stood there while I undid his belt, then unbuttoned his pants, undid the zipper and pulled down his underpants. His thing was hard. You know how much I like to suck your prick; well instinct took over and I put my mouth around his penis."

She was blaming her actions on instinct. Maybe it was a weak excuse, but I had conditioned her to sit on the bed and suck my cock, so I could understand how she might almost automatically do the same thing with someone else. A word to the wise, if you condition your wife to automatically do certain things...

Trish was looking at me for signs of anger or disgust, but I strangely found myself wanting to hear more.

She reached down to the obvious bulge in my pajama bottoms and put her hand around my dick. She looked at me with amazement. She discovered that I was turned on hearing about her cheating on me. I hadn't realized it until she noticed.

"Do you like hearing about this?" She asked.

I just stared at her with the blank look I have when I'm sexually aroused.

She was amazed, "I cheated on you and you have a hard-on."

She bent down and took my cock in her mouth. "I sucked his cock, like this."

She proceeded to show me by performing a number of her tricks, licking the underside of my dick, biting along the length of my shaft, rolling my balls in her hand. I laid back against the pillow. She was in control now. My 'little head' was doing my thinking for me.

Trish and I, like many couples, as part of our foreplay, often aroused ourselves by reading dirty stories together. The ones where the wife fucks another guy always worked wonders and we would have some fantastic love sessions while teasing each other about one of us being with another person. She'd taunt me with the idea of fucking some stud while I watched. Sloppy seconds were a favorite topic. So, I shouldn't have been surprised at getting a hard-on while hearing about her with another man. But what she was telling me was real, not some fantasy.

Trish pulled her nightgown up over her head and then straddled my hips. She pulled her panties to the side to expose her pussy. My hands went to her breasts, lifting them, feeling their weight and rolling my fingers over her nipples. My cock was standing tall and when she lowered herself, it easily slid into her vagina. She was very warm and very wet.

"That's his cum you feel inside." I nearly came when she said that.

She rocked on me. My cock was in its favorite place, enjoying the unusually slick channel of her vagina. She was more slippery inside that I had ever remembered. It was a different sensation and was particularly arousing to know why.

She was aroused too. "Wanna hear how he fucked me?"

I nodded and pulled her down on top of me, so her tits bounced against my face.

"He did that too." she said. "I liked having his hands on my tits. He sucked my nipples, like you do."

She continued telling me about her day. "While I sucked his dick, he stripped, pulling his shirt over his head and stepping out of his pants and shoes. He pulled off his socks, then pushed me back on the bed. I didn't resist. I knew he was going to fuck me."

"I laid back and he pulled off my pantyhose and panties and pushed my thighs apart. He was looking at my pussy. I wanted him. His fingers explored me down there. When he pressed his finger against my clit, I felt the juices pouring out of me."

"He ate me. He put his face where only you have been and licked me all over. You know how much I like getting eaten. He was eager and attentive, finding the good spots and making me feel so good. His tongue swirled around the opening to my vagina and he put his tongue in my asshole."

I knew how much Trish liked having her pussy eaten. I loved to suck on those delicate pink folds and put my tongue and my fingers up inside her. Trish has a nice crop of cunt hair that surrounds her vulva; it just drives me wild when I see her naked, even after many years of marriage.

She continued telling me how another man had put his face into her most intimate area, seeing things that had been reserved for only me.

"He was really good. Not as good as you, but he had some different techniques. He really liked sucking my clit. I came on his face. I held his face into my pussy and squirted all over him."

Trish only squirted when she was really aroused. Obviously, the man knew how to eat pussy.

I commented, "The guy's wife must really be lucky."

She said, "I'm sure she's in heaven with Ed eating her cunt if he does her like he did me."

I noticed that she'd used the guy's first name, Ed. I was a little jealous; I considered myself to be an expert at cunnilingus and was worried that my wife might think someone else was better at eating her pussy.

Trish was riding my cock as she continued her tale. "Do you feel his cum inside me? He did me bareback. He's the only man to have put his cock inside me other than you. He came inside me. His little soldiers are swimming in my womb, looking to make me pregnant."

She twisted and continued to ride for a while, then said, "Does it scare you to hear about another man's sperm inside your wife's cunt?" She rarely used the 'c' word. "What if I'd forgotten to take my pill and he's gotten me pregnant."

I looked at her. She said, "Come to think of it, I'll have to check. I was in a hurry this morning and might've forgotten to take it."

I stopped moving, she was getting to me. She said, "You could be one of those cuckolds whose wife gets fucked and gets pregnant by some other guy."

I said, "You're scaring me."

She laughed, then went on, "After he'd eaten me until I came, I wanted his cock inside me. He was going to stop with oral sex. He had some weird idea that 'eating ain't cheating', but by then, I had to have him inside me."

I had to think about that. Was there any significant difference between just sucking and fucking?

Trish told me, "I pulled him up and asked him to screw me. When I did it, I thought of you and wished that you could be there to watch him put his cock in me and fuck me." She was liberally using the 'f' word now.

"His cock slid into me, just like that. It sounds like such a big deal to have someone else fuck me, but his dick just slid in so easily."

She was telling me in intimate detail. Maybe it was too much information, but we were both fully engaged in our own coupling. Her vagina was squeezing around my dick and she was extremely wet.

"His cock felt different than yours and his body between my legs was different. His cologne was different and his sweat was different. I should tell you that he had a bigger cock to make you jealous."

I laughed and asked, "Did he?"

"Did he what?"

"Did he have a bigger cock than me?"

She laughed and said, "I'll leave that to your imagination. Maybe I've had a longer cock inside me, touching places that you'll never reach."

She was getting to me and I stopped moving.

She said, "Don't worry. He had a tiny cock compared to yours." She saw my skepticism and restated, "His cock wasn't as big as yours. It was nice, but it doesn't fill me like yours does. It hasn't made babies inside me like yours has."

That was reassuring. I laughed and she smiled at my vanity.

She squirmed on me and said, "Ooh, I like how your cock feels inside me."

We rocked for a few moments and she asked, "Want to hear more?"

I said, "Sure. I want to hear everything."

She continued, "He fucked me for quite a while. He told me how out-of-character it had been for him to come on to me and unzip my dress. When he touched my arms and neck and I didn't slap him, he took a chance with the zipper."

I was thrusting rapidly into her, so she continued.

"He stripped me. My dress was on the floor and his hands were on my boobs. You know how that turns me on."

"Did he like your tits?" I asked.

"He sure did. While he was fucking me, he would lean down and put his face in my boobs and suck on my nipples. He gave them little love bites. I loved it." I looked at her breasts and they seemed to have teeth marks on them.

She continued, "I was lying there and began thinking about what I was doing. I was naked in bed with another man for the first time. I began to think about how you would react and how I would tell you. I knew I could never keep it a secret. I had cheated on you and I had to be honest with you."

I had to forgive her. I remembered my mistake when I had fucked a bar girl one time while overseas in the Navy. I hadn't openly told her what I had done, but I said enough for Trish to know that I had made a mistake that I sincerely regretted. I've been careful to avoid any situation where I might be tempted. I'm very careful at work to not say or do anything that might be misconstrued or taken as an advance by one of the women I work with.

Trish went on. "Want me to tell you how he came inside me?"

"Why not."

"We were doing it bareback. It hadn't been planned so he didn't have a rubber. His bare cock was sliding inside me, pressing against my raw flesh." She paused while I thought about their coupling, with his naked prick inside her unprotected vagina.

Trish went on, "I could tell he was coming. I compared the look on his face with how you look when you come. I felt his cum rushing into me, filling all the nooks inside me, swimming up to my uterus. I held him there, coming along with him. He made me come twice."

I hadn't done that in years, but she was coming while telling me about it. I felt her inner muscles spasming around my dick. She was panting and gasping for breath. Her skin was flushed. I thought I could smell the combination of her sweat and his; her perfume and a hint of his cologne. It was my imagination. She'd taken a shower to wash away the scent of her illicit lover, but I imagined my naked, sweaty, messy, cheating wife who was now having a powerful orgasm. I was reclaiming her cunt as my own. She collapsed on me, holding me tight and telling me she loved me, begging for forgiveness.