She gestured for me to come to her (what’d I say about that gesture?), and I walked to the bed. She had left room on the side of her, clearly meaning for me to lie beside her. As I did, she asked, “so how was your day, honey?” with a voice that dripped the same attitude her grin had betrayed.
“Nothing too special,” I replied. “Jack was kind an ass today, but I don’t think any of that’s important right now. How about yours?”
“Oh, it was interesting…” was her reply. “I had some fun while I was waiting for you to get home.”
I eyed the partially-opened dresser drawer where we keep the lube and the toys, realizing now why she was in the extra-horny mood she was in. Clearly she’d just been playing with herself, working herself up for my arrival, getting herself wet so I wouldn’t need the lube for an easy penetration. That’s my girl.
“I bet you did,” I said with a smirk. “And did you get yourself nice and wet?”
She giggled, loudly, as though trying to contain a full-scale laugh. “I don’t think wet’s the right word to describe how I am right now,” she said with an ear-to-ear grin that didn’t lose a drop of the slyness she clearly couldn’t wipe from her face if she had wanted to. “Want to feel?”
I grinned, and slid my hand down her body, moving a little slowly, and wandering slightly, to tease her. She writhed and let out quiet moans appropriately, as I worked my way past the hem of her nighty, and then slowly back up under it.
I could feel the heat of her nicely shaven pussy as I approached which was hotter than usual, obviously because she had just given it a bit of a pre-game workout. And then finally my finger reached paydirt. I think I barely grazed the nook where her outer labia meets her inner thigh and immediately felt moisture. I moved my finger toward her actual lips, and it was clear she was wetter the closer I got to the source. Except it felt different somehow; it felt slightly… thicker, or even maybe a touch slimier than her wetness normally feels. Not like lube, either, but something very different.
My reaction must have been obvious, because she started giggling again. “How does it feel?”
“You weren’t kidding,” I said as I pulled my finger away to examine it. Other than clearly being wet (or, again, slightly slimy?), I couldn’t identify anything by looking at my moistened finger. I did catch a faint odd, but vaguely familiar scent in the air, though, after moving my hand out from between her legs. Something subtle, with a slight tint of… was that a bleachy smell, maybe? Whatever it was, it seemed like a smell I should already know. “You’re sopping wet down there, but it feels different than usual. What’s the deal?”
“Didn’t I tell you wet wasn’t the right word for it?” she replied through more giggles. I was starting to think she might have had a drink or two before I got home from the way she was acting. “Maybe you want to take a look to see if you can figure it out.”
At this she started to rotate toward the edge of the bed to hang her legs over, like she usually does while I’m eating her out. I got up and got down on my knees in front of her. She seemed to be making extra effort to keep her legs closed as she moved herself into position, which I assumed was for extra dramatic effect. She then slowly parted her legs as she lifted the hem of her teddy, giving me the view she was clearly dying to reveal.
I’m honestly not sure what happened in my head at this point. Part of me was determined to have no clue what I was seeing, and part of me knew instantly. Whatever the case, the sight in front of me focused into reality pretty quickly.
Linda’s pussy wasn’t simply wet, it was glistening. I’ve seen her wet with her juices and wet with lube, and never did she glisten like this. And the glistening fluid that seemed to have coated the entire outside of her pussy, and some of her inner thighs, clearly had a source, as it got thicker the closer it got to her slightly askew slit. And the thicker it got, the hazier it got, until right along her slit it had a very clear white milkiness to its color. After the half-second it took my brain to register the clues and reconcile the no-way versus duh argument, I knew what I was looking at. My wife’s pussy was covered with, and clearly filled with, cum. And considering I just got home, it obviously wasn’t mine.
The look on my face as I realized prompted the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen on my wife. “How do you like it, honey? Does it compare to the ones you’ve been jacking off to on the Internet every day?” she said with a strange mix of that same cocky, sly attitude she’d had all evening, and genuine interest with a hint of looking for approval. No sense of sarcasm or annoyance from her, nothing to suggest that she was upset by my mostly-hidden online obsession. She seemed to actually care what I thought of the impromptu live presentation of my favorite type of porn.
This threw me completely off, and muddled my emotions. I was affronted with too much at once and couldn’t process it all. I had a creampie sitting less than a foot and a half from my face, and it happened to be my wife’s. She had clearly just cheated on me, which was still a huge and painful concept despite our distant agreement that it was okay. Images of another man’s dick INSIDE MY WIFE crashed in my head, alongside pictures of her cumming while she rode his faceless body and called out his unknown name. And she knew about my secret obsession with the whole package and seemed to be implying that it may have been the reason she did this.
At this point I remembered she had asked me a question, but all I could do was stammer out an almost incoherent, “How— who…?” before falling silent as I stared at her creamy cunt. As I looked, more details stood out. I saw a couple of stray pubic hairs stuck to her skin by the sticky spunk that coated it. Linda shaves, and I trim mine shorter than that, which meant they could only belong to whoever just created that mess. Her lips, which normally form a flawless closed mound with an adorably clean slit were slightly parted in places, and met up in skewed ways, similar to the way they looked after I had thoroughly fucked her. And since her legs were no longer tightly clamped together, I could see there was a very slight trickle effect occurring toward the base of her slit, as this stranger’s semen seeped out of her loosened cunt. And I also realized that it’s quite possible that, in my entire life, my dick had never been harder than it was at this moment.
“Well, clearly you’re speechless, so I guess it’s up to me to figure out what you want to know,” she commented with an air of confidence and control, with not the slightest hint of guilt or regret. Clearly she was enjoying this. “You want to know how this hot, thick load of jizz ended up inside the pussy you were pretty sure was exclusively yours?” I nodded. “And you want to know who put it there?” I paused slightly on this one before nodding, as the idea of putting a potential face to the source of what was simultaneous filling me with an achy numbness and turning me on more than anything else was overwhelming. But I did nod. “Good, but in exchange for telling you want you want to know, I’ll need you to do me a little favor, first. Can you help me with something?”