At this point my paranoia was killing me, so I overpowered her hand and slid mine between her crossed legs. Instantly my fingers slid into her pussy because her crotch and inner thighs were absolutely soaked and slick.
As I continued kissing her, I rose up and forcefully spread her legs apart and then leaned down and slid the head of my dick between her slippery pussy lips. She laid on her back with both hands over her face as I pushed effortlessly all the way inside her. The smell of semen was overpowering coming from under the bedspread.
As I began slamming inside her, I said, “It’s ok, I wanted you to fuck him.”
She instantly replied with a very worried tone, “He just wouldn’t stop asking, over and over and over.”
I looked at her and said, “I would be twice as turned on if only you had said you fucked him, I wouldn’t even care if you told me you’re fucking him without my knowing.” I continued to stare at her, and she began looking away and biting her lip.”
I grinned as she glanced back with a worried look saying, “My God, I would have never dreamed in a million years you would have had a fantasy like this.”
I just kept grinning and staring at her, and then mischievously asked, “Anything else you want to tell me?”
She took a deep breath, squinted her eyes with a smile, and said, “We might have fucked more than once.”
I chuckled and replied, “More than once?”
She remained quiet, still grinning as if to gauge my reaction, and said almost in a whisper, “Ok more than once, and let’s please leave it at that.”
My dick was about to explode as I began hammering her more forcefully than I ever had since I met her, As I continued to slam inside her, I kept asking, “How many times? Come on, how many times did he fuck you?”
She was moaning loudly after multiple times of my asking and pounding against her body, she said in a strained and labored voice, “Every day.” I was erotically out of my mind with ecstasy when she said it, when out of the blue she quickly got a furious, almost possessed look on her face as she grabbed my ass and spread her legs twice as wide.
Things began coming out of her mouth unlike anything I had ever heard. I didn’t even think she was capable of saying some of these things.
As I pounded her inhumanly she began saying, “You like hearing that? You like knowing I enjoy his dick being inside me… You know he gave me his semen three times today…
You like knowing I’m constantly carrying his sperm inside me… You like knowing he fucks me like a whore when you’re not here… You like knowing how much I love it when he inseminates me… You like knowing I stopped taking my birth control…
You like knowing how much more he fills me…You like knowing that two of his friends came over with him a few days ago… and they all took turns coming in me. You like knowing one of them was so large it felt like he was coming in my stomach?”
Everything she was saying sent me into a moment of pure sexual insanity. I grabbed her hair, pulled with one hand, and thrust so hard I picked her up off the bed with the other as I began shooting every drop of semen I had in my body into her womb.
I continued coming and holding her ass off the bed as I pulled her hair. She screamed at first but then began moving her ass in my hand moaning slightly. We stayed like this for a minute or two until I just couldn’t give her anything else, and I collapsed on top of her.
We must have lain there for five minutes saying nothing at all before she finally said, “Just know, I’m done with this… Did you have all of your fantasy you could handle? Is that fucking enough for you? You need to tell Chike, and I mean tonight, that this is the end of your little fantasy. No more fucking when you’re not here, no more fucking when you are here. It’s done.”
She was reserved but quite furious at the moment. Thirty minutes or so later she confessed that everything she said as I fucked her wasn’t true, but did admit she had fucked Chike before I got home, insisting that it was only because I kept begging her to, and she felt she had to find a way to pay me back and/or make me get a grip.
I was truly losing it and becoming addicted to watching her fuck. Let’s just say she’s pretty smart and I got the point. I called Chike later in the evening, and told him, “No more,” and he agreed. After he returned to school from holiday, we only saw him a couple of times in passing and only at a distance with maybe a short wave.
The experience may have ended, but the fantasy is still very much alive in my mind. I have to say it improved mine and my wife’s sex lives more than anyone could ever imagine.
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