My wife lay there, panting, her sphincter still gripping Jim’s now softening cock. She reluctantly released him and he slowly withdrew. She felt his hands on the cheeks of her arse, then his tongue trying to replicate the exploits of his cock. She turned over and sat up. They smiled, relishing the shame and degradation they had visited upon each other.
Charlot left the desk and sank to her knees, taking the now limp cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked, squeezing the last drop of semen onto her tongue. She stood and kissed him, shoving her tongue into his mouth, letting him taste the mixture of his come and her anal juices.
As she broke the kiss he said, “Fuck, you’re good.”
“I know,” she replied. “I can’t help it. I just love fucking”.
Suddenly aware of the time, they showered quickly, briefly exploring each other’s body as Charlot’s anal muscles reluctantly expelled the evidence of her adultery that she had worked so hard to obtain.
When they returned, Charlot looked at Mary, taking perverse delight in knowing what she had just done to her husband.