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captured every drop her conquering stud had to offer, sucking incredibly hard to pull out the last of him.
    I leaned back because he turned towards my hiding spot and waited until I them speak before I crept away. I opened and closed the front door hard and announced I had arrived.
    “We're back here,” I heard Tiffany call out, “but we're not decent. Give us a minute.”
    “I'll wait for you out here, sis!” I yelled. “You're a bad girl!”
    I need to sit. My legs were weak and shaking. I could not believe what I'd just witnessed. My guts churned but I was also so turned on I had trouble breathing. I turned the volume up a little on the sexy show and waited, trying to calm myself. Tiff had a tummy full of steaming hot semen.
    Fifteen minutes later they joined me. They wore thick white casino robes and both had wet hair.
    “Had to wash off the sweat and smoke,” Tiffany offered. I tried to give a stern and reproachful big brother look.
    “You're married,” I said.
    “Yes, I am, to a wonderful man, who never ever needs to know about any of this.”
    Chris looked nervous but Tiffany took his arm and aimed them both towards the kitchen. “Let's find some grub, Bub!”
    We settled in around the big screen and talked as they ate some snacks. Chris offered for us to spend the night, no doubt hoping for a round two and maybe even the chance to fuck my wife, but Tiff declined, reminding him she had to fly home. She made me turn around as she put her halter and skirt back on in front of Chris. I carried her boots for her and she walked out of that casino bare-foot.
    I thought about chastising her for what she'd done. I considered telling her my feelings were hurt, my trust bruised. I thought about a million different ways to voice my displeasure regarding her actions, but as soon as we were in the car, I forced her head into my lap to suck my dick. She was thrilled, rightfully guessing that meant she was off the hook. She sucked me like a semen demon.
    I came so fast.
    At home we showered and I was ready to go again. I pounded her, punishing her for her technical infidelity. She welcomed it and came several times, gleefully telling me how much she loved being a hot and sexually wayward wife. I unloaded far up in her.
    We did not talk about what she'd done. We both knew she'd told me what she wanted and I'd told her no. We were both aware of the fact she'd done it anyway. Either I put my foot down and demand an apology, either I draw a line in the sand and tell her she'd actually gone too far I would not stand for it, or I keep my mouth shut. If I draw that line, I forever alter and probably end her extra-curricular activities. I was not ready to do that. So I kept my mouth shut.
    Now it is weeks later and our sex is better than ever. We both know nothing bad came out of what she did. I was afraid in the moment but here, on the far side of it, we both understand my fears were unfounded. Tiffany knew I was a little hurt and sensitive about it so she avoided any direct reference to that night, but we fucked and fucked and fucked every day since then. With time the sting faded. One night after a particularly vigorous romp we lay in bed talking when a thought occurred to me.
    “Tiffany, if I had said it was okay, would you have fucked Chris or were you serious when you said your pussy belongs only to your husband?”
    I felt her body go tense. After several heartbeats she spoke. “I would have fucked Chris.”
    My sub-conscious brain must have been processing this idea for days because not only was I not surprised, I knew her answer before she said it.
    “So that means you probably still want to.”
    Her voice was subdued, like she confessed. “Yes.”
    “Hmm. That makes me wonder; of the times we've made love since that night, did you ever imagine it was he fucking you? Did you?”
    “Yes. Many times. Does that bother you?”
    “No. My logical brain already knew you would answer yes. You wanted him that night so why