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He didn't normally fuck anything that came into sight. He had never considered himself a slut.
He just couldn't resist this sexy blonde minx that had flirted with him in the bar last night. He hoped she hadn't noticed the tan line on his ring finger and looked nervously at her while she slept.
He did love his wife and the kids well, they'd be better when they were older. His wife, Karen was a bit dull. When she smiled it was ugly and sometimes he'd avoid being nice to her to save himself the view.
Later, the minx showered and left. Thankfully she hadn't asked for his number or provided hers to him. It would have only gone in the bin anyway.
He heard his wife's car pull into the drive-way as the coffee plunger started to slide. His heart sank when he saw her.
Her hair was all tousled and her clothes were visible crushed and unkempt.
She breezed in smelling of men's aftershave and sex and dropped her hand-bag casually by the front door with a smug 'just been fucked' look on her face.
She found him in the kitchen. His eyes nervously flickering from the coffee to her.
She said.....
He just couldn't resist this sexy blonde minx that had flirted with him in the bar last night. He hoped she hadn't noticed the tan line on his ring finger and looked nervously at her while she slept.
He did love his wife and the kids well, they'd be better when they were older. His wife, Karen was a bit dull. When she smiled it was ugly and sometimes he'd avoid being nice to her to save himself the view.
Later, the minx showered and left. Thankfully she hadn't asked for his number or provided hers to him. It would have only gone in the bin anyway.
He heard his wife's car pull into the drive-way as the coffee plunger started to slide. His heart sank when he saw her.
Her hair was all tousled and her clothes were visible crushed and unkempt.
She breezed in smelling of men's aftershave and sex and dropped her hand-bag casually by the front door with a smug 'just been fucked' look on her face.
She found him in the kitchen. His eyes nervously flickering from the coffee to her.
She said.....
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'Electro-Kevin, we must talk. I don't want to throw you out, but it's time we faced facts. You spend more time with your Hornby train set, than you do servicing my tunnel. I want a man who knows how to be a dirty dog. I'm moving my lover in. It's up to you if you stay.'
Kev gasped...
'No!' he cried 'Don't tell me you've ben shagging...'
She said, "It's a great escort agency isn't it? We should do this more often."
"...Mutley! He's my mate and all, but consider the complications. He's not housebroken, he chases cars, he doesn't wear a flea collar. Oh, did you know the Brown government has spent £40bn on fireworks?"
"Back to Mutley." E-K stuttered. "It just will never work because..."
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Oh this was really good. A very different persepctive than what's out there in the mainstream.
Hey how are you?
he's only using you to make Phishez jealous. he wants her to take him on runs about the dog park.
And then there's Fingers, once he finds out it'll be...
Your dad says hi.
all over.
"Is that coffee almost ready? I've been up all night long...."
"Morning darling"
She walked past him and leant forward to pour herself a cup of coffee.
Her shirt fell open a little and he could see the beginnings of a love bite on the top of her right breast.
She looked up at him and smiled. He waited for the feeling of revulsion to well up in his stomach but it didn't come.....for the first time in years, it didn't come.
He looked at her with a sudden curiousity. She winked and smiled even wider.
He should have been revolted....he should have felt sick. Instead he found himself beginning to harden in his trousers. She looked so.....so.....fucking brazen. His wife...his boring, stupid wife....suddenly this cheeky slut smelling of another man's body....he looked at her mouth...had she sucked him off? Did she take it in every hole?
His wife.
The mother of his children.
His wife.
The mother of his children.
She leaned forward and hissed into his ear, "What's the matter baby....jealous?" and let her hand brush against his hard cock for a moment.
He suddenly felt this urge to have her. To take her. To bend her over right there in the ktichen, pushing away the boring plates, the stupid cutlery, the dirty t-towel, the horrible domesticity and just have her. Rip down her panties and fuck the cum of the other man out of her. Stick his cock in every part of her, in every hole, rub his cum in her hair, her eyes, her mouth, between her tits, up her wet used cunt and in her arse. Wash that man's smell off her with wads of his own wet cum. Bite her, suck her, mark her so she would know that she was his.
He stared in her eyes for a moment then reached up to touch her tits, grasping at her buttons like a stupid school boy on a first date. She pushed her tits into his mouth, grinding her cunt against his thigh. He unzipped his pants and got his cock out, hard, harder than it had been for years...harder than it had been with that stupid slag last night. He pushed her up against the fridge and hitched her skirt up and her panties down, ready to fuck her...rough, fast and hard. The tip of his cock was just centimentres from her cunt...throbbing...aching....ready to blow...when suddenly he felt her hands on his shoulders shove him away while she closed her legs firmly,
"Aww darling. Maybe later. I'm soooo tired."
And she walked away, pretending to yawn.
She looked back and smiled. A manipulative, nasty smile.
And it made him harder than ever.
WOW!
Holy shit Anon, where'd that come from?
And when do we get part 3?
Anon! How dare you leave us dangling like that!!! We want a blog and we want it now!!!
Wow is right. I was going to add something, but what do you add after that. Damn, I got hard. LOL
Fuck he was angry.
He followed her swiftly. Grabbing her skirt he gave it a vicious tug. 'You whore' he snarled, as he heard her skirt tear a little. 'You're just exhausted from fucking him aren't you? Well I wouldn't want to touch your filthy cunt anyway.'
He was still hard. Shaking with rage. His wife, the dirty slut, paled with a mix of fear and defiance. 'I'm surprised you can even get it up. You're such a fucking loser. Do you know why I married you? Cuz your father paid me! He wanted your children bought up in a 'respectable' marriage.'
'A whore from the start, and right to the end. And after the way I fucked last nights girl, I'm suprised that I even have enough energy left to even get out of bed.'
She stood there, shocked as he continued. 'I'm so glad Dad forced me to get a prenup. They were so uncool back then, but he's a forward thinker. Pack your bag you slut, you can go stay with the man who's scent you have all over you. I'll get the divorce papers drawn up this afternoon.'
"I've just been fucked."
She reached out and touched his face.
"Do you really mean all this?"
He looked at her and tried to pretend he did. He reminded her of one of those animals that swelled to twice their size when they were threatened. She watched his eyes begin to fill with tears and quietly said,
"Because I really do miss you."
He put his hand against hers and quietly said what they were both thinking.
"I just don't know how we got here."
She leaned forward and put her arms around him.
"I'm going to have a shower. Wash all this away."
He buried his head in her neck and kissed her. She held him closer and felt him put his arms around her. He smelt of soap and tasted of salty tears.
She pulled away slowly and went into the bathroom, leaving him there on the stairs, watching her. All these years.
All these years together.
He followed her into the bathroom. She was unbuttoning her blouse. He held her hands and traced his fingers over the lovebite on her breast, as it became more purple by the minute.
"He bit you."
She nodded quietly.
"And you liked it?"
She whispered "Yes."
He leant down and put his mouth over the mark and sucked hard, trying to cover the bruise with one of his own. She felt her clit get hard, the harder he sucked and bit her, the wetter she got. He unzipped her torn skirt and pulled it down past her knees. She fumbled with his belt and slid her hands inside his pants. He was rock hard and sticky where all his pre-cum had leaked through the fabric. The way he touched her was so urgent, like being teenagers in the back seat of a car again. He pushed her over to the bed and got on top of her, kissing her, murmuring, "I love you....I love you."
She didn't know who was more surprised, him or her. There was a tone in his voice, like he had suddenly realised.
I love you.
I actually really do love you.
And it all washed away. The anger, the hatred, the nastiness and it was just them again. Before they had kids, before they were married. No revulsion, no disinterest. Just passion. Just something other than duty and obligation.
They fucked like teenagers that night. Raw, trembling, clumsy - having forgotten what each other's bodies were like. And the last time was in bed, in boring old missionary position. But it was wonderful. His hard cock pushing in and out of her warm wet cunt, her hard nipples pressed and rubbing against his chest. Looking into each other's eyes, her legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his back, pulling him into her, urging him to get in as far as he could, rocking back and forth, as she forgot how she looked and just cried out, red faced, sweating, smelling of sweat and juice. Beautiful. And he held back as long as he could, staying hard inside her so she could cum, in his mind, not believing he could ever have left this woman for some cheap lay. And when she looked up at him and moaned, "Cum inside me, I want to feel you fill me up, make it run out of my cunt cos you've got so much", he finally let go and came inside her. And they slept.
In each other arms, they slept.
Later when they woke. She gently whispered -
"I'm so sorry I've been such a horrid, boring, cunt of a wife. I know that I smile like a jackal on a kill and wouldn't work in a iron lung. I'm surprised that you didn't neck me. But that's all gong to change from now on.
First up, I'm going to...
"...suck you til you hurt..."
He looked at her and smiled. Happy life, happy wife. Who was he to stop her?
She kissed his chest, slowly sucking his nipples in and out of her mouth, biting gently, while her hand moved slowly towards his morning hard on. She loved his hairy chest, always had. Loved the feel of it against her face and mouth. Loved tracing the trail of dark hair to his cock.
He lay there and let her touch him wherever she wanted, enjoying the feeling of her mouth on his body, warm breath teasing him. She kissed down to his belly while her hand teased between his thighs, deliberately not touching him where he was dying for her to.
Touch it, he thought
Touch it
This exquisite waiting. This endless moment of pleasure as her mouth teased his stomach. Circling round with her hungry tongue, tasting him, wanting him.
Her nightie had fallen open and he could see her big heavy breasts. He leaned forward to cup and squeeze them while she kissed him. Her nipples were rock hard and she moaned when he squeezed them.
She moved further down the bed and lay beside him, mouth level with his cock. She started to lick around his balls, sucking them into her mouth one at a time, pulling and tugging at them with her wet lips, groaning as she tasted them. His hard cock stood to attention, glistening with precum, ready to fuck her mouth hard and long and squirt wet warm cum down her throat. She licked her hand and wrapped it around his cock, and he started with pleasure as she began to suck and jerk him off. Her warm mouth on his cock was heaven...sucking and swirling with her wet tongue, rubbing his balls with her hand while she angled her neck so she could fit as much of him in her mouth as possible. She made wet sucking slurping noises as she took him deep in her throat, hungry, gagging sometimes when she took too much. She looked up at him. Her mouth was red and flushed from sucking. He reached down to touch her face and she grabbed his hand and put it on her head.
"Make me take it."
And he pushed gently while she sucked again, faster and faster, tugging at his balls, mouthing and licking his cock. Face red with effort and wet with precum and saliva.
"Cum for me."
And he did. Wet hard and urgent, she let go just as he started, sealing her lips at the tip of his cock so it would wash in her mouth but drip down her face as well. She knew he loved to see his cum drip down her chin. She rubbed his cock all over her face, spreading his cum on her cheeks and lips, while he groaned and shook a little, breathing heavy. She sucked the cum off the tip of his cock and sucked her fingers clean, moaning about how good it tasted, how salty and warm it was in her tummy.
She pulled up her nightie and spread her cunt.
"My turn please."
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