My husband, Will, made his trip back from his job to see me as soon as possible. I told him all about my date with another guy, about how I sucked Kyle off and accidentally fucked him.
He was into it. Really into it.
I believed he came home as soon as possible because he was so turned on by what I had done; he had to have his way with me.
I picked him up from the airport and we beelined straight back to our house.
He knew the details of my date over emails and countless messages; he pored over every little detail like a man obsessed, but he wanted to hear about it from my lips.
We went to the living room and he on the couch. I knelt beside him. I felt a thrum of dark sexual energy coming off of him, and it was affecting me, too. I had been very naughty, and I wanted to be punished for it.
“Tell me everything,” Will said, pulling me close.
As I recounted the events of that evening, I unbuttoned his pants and he let them fall to the floor around his ankles.
I nibbled on his ear and purred. “I enjoyed another man’s cock in my mouth. I deep throated him in the back of his car like a cheap whore until he couldn’t take it anymore. I loved feeling his cum slide down my throat,” I whispered.
My husband’s face was tight. I knew he wanted to hear it.
Will guided my hand to his dick, hot and pulsating with need for me.
I stroked him up and down as I continued to tell him exactly what happened that night.
His arm still around my waist, he pushed his face into my chest. I had on a low cut top that barely contained my breasts. My nipples were hard as acorns with excitement, and Will mouthed over the material, sucking and teasing them.
“Did you feel guilty fooling around with another man?”
“Maybe a little. But as the evening went on, I found myself getting more and more turned on. I wanted him.”
“You wanted another man’s cock?” he asked, his dick throbbing in my hand.
“Yes,” I admitted, picking up the pace more and more, tugging and milking him, making delicious precum ooze out…