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It's not easy having a beautiful wife when you're an average looking smallish guy. As an accountant I did the books for a lot of border line entertainment companies, and one was Gold Productions in Reno, where my wife then worked as a dancer, going by the name of Debbie Delight instead of Debbie Pulaski. Ten years ago she was getting tired of that, and pushing 30 she was also getting a little old to compete with the kids getting into it. Still gorgeous though at 37, she still has the big firm breasts that swung tassels, and firm butt that wore a thong, and I had believed her when we married when she promised to be faithful to me. I mean she had been around, not only on the hooking after the dances but with a horde of mostly black bulls that worked the trade as musicians and bouncers.
I think the fact is that Debbie really did try to put that behind her, and joined the PTA, raised three kids in suburbia, carried the flag at the last Arbor Day Parade even. I thought we were pretty happy, until about 3 months ago I noticed some runs in nylons in the trash. Several pairs ruined. It wouldn't mean anything to most guys, but having gone with my wife when she was still dating Tyrone Jackson among others it was a red flag. Tyrone was a big black bull that worked as a bouncer and occasional muscle for Sammy Rose at Gold Productions and Debbie had a real thing for him for a year, until he was sent 'away' for 10-15 years. We met after she realized she was broke, that Tyrone had maxed all her credit cards, and she lost her condo, her sports car and even her jewelry.
Tyrone had this habit of making her go down on him almost anywhere, and he liked parking ramps, where she would get runs in her nylons, and complaining to me sometimes that same night when she went out with me later. It was kind of a tricky arrangement but I knew eventually that she would get dumped or wise up to the Tyrones, so I hung in there, and sure enough, I thought I had won.
My suspicions aroused I checked her out real close that night. Her knees were a little chafed, and when we got ready to go to bed, I was feeling that old hot hard urge. I have an average to small erection, and Debbie has always preferred me to go down on her to make her cum, and then after she did, have me slip my cock in to get off myself. I was hard looking at her get ready, brushing her long hair, her big breasts pushing out her tiny low cut nightie, and she also looked a little tired, maybe worn is a better word.
"A long day, honey?"
She smiled, sighing, and nodding. "Yes, Janey called in sick and I had to do her work as well." Her work as a receptionist I never quite figured out. She was mostly eye candy and answered calls when someone couldn't reach someone at the factory offices of MGC, Inc. Mostly she read magazines, did her nails, and gave the office geeks hardons when she swished off down the halls.
When she got in bed, she groaned as she saw my hardon, as I stroked her pussy, and I knew she was also a little itchy. But hesitant.
"Um, dear, " she said, putting a finger on my lips, "if you want to do this, maybe I should shower first. It's been a long day." She normally bathed in the morning before work.
"No, it's okay, really," I said, panting, as I licked her big nipples, making her stiffen. As I licked down her downy belly, she held my head.
"Wait, um, are you sure, dear. I, um, had to go out on the hot factory floor several times today."
I laughed, kissing her navel, knowing she wanted my face in her pussy as much as I wanted to put it there. "Your boss is making you work, huh? Is that how you ruined your nylons and chafed your knee?"
She stiffened at that, even as I kissed her soft knee, and then trailed my lips up her inner thigh.
"Um, ah, I dropped some papers on, um, the loading dock today." That was when I knew something was going on. A babe like Debbie would never have to bend down to pick up papers. A million guys would be scrambling all over them in a second. My heart sank but my cock also rose. My wife who had tried so hard to be respectable was becoming a slut again.
When I got to her swollen drenched juicy pussy I knew for sure then. I gobbled and ate and she creamed and creamed, crying out, and my cock leaked precum even as she came. From our strange courtship I knew she hadn't just been pumped, but nothing could disguise the swelling. And after she came and I moved up to slip my cock inside her, that was the most telling. I could barely feel anything. She was definitely bigger, stretched out like she had been after being with Tyrone or his buddies. And knowing that, despite the loose fit, made me even randier, as I came into her, spurt after spurt.
