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Caitlin said she would do anything to prove that I was the one she still loved. I told her that it was okay, and that no harm had been done. I was surprised to find that I was excited by the idea of another man lusting after my gorgeous wife, and decided to take full advantage of the raging hard-on that had steadily expanded in my pants since she’d begun her confession of infidelity.
I unzipped my fly and removed my formidable eight-inch prong. Caitlin immediately understood what she was supposed to do. She assumed an apologetic position on her knees, and generously opened her mouth to receive my fleshy lance. Within seconds, I was spurting copious amounts of warm, white semen into her mouth as my devoted wife showed me just how much she appreciated my cock.
I then lifted the lovely woman and carried her in my arms into the kitchen. I laid her down on the kitchen table and spread her legs wide. Her cunt was pink and glistening with her arousal. I stuck a finger in and sampled her honey sweetness. It tasted good. Then I balled her on the table for what seemed like hours.
“Hey, girl,” I panted as I thrust my cock home time and again, “think your friend could run the ramrod into you the way I can?” She replied by bringing her legs a little higher on my back, locking her ankles, and moaning how much she loved me. It was a good enough answer.
We both came three or four times that night. It was clear to both of us that Caitlin’s newfound relationship with her striking boss was going to be a boon, not a hindrance, to our sex.
It was about a week before Caitlin was scheduled to usher again and we both looked forward to the evening with great anticipation. When the night came, I watched her get dressed and offered help. I suggested that she wear her black mini-dress that was formal in style, but very, very short. It also boasted a plunging neckline that I knew would showcase her beautiful breasts. Short skirt, plunging neckline: she’d be spectacular, high and low!
Caitlin immediately agreed to the suggestion and I could tell she was thinking about Nathan’s reaction to the dress, and her body beneath it. As she was about to leave, I hugged her and told her that I loved her. I encouraged her to enjoy herself with Nathan, but asked her please to refrain from fucking him. I still wanted to keep Caitlin’s pussy for my cock alone.
That request seemed to heighten her tension and I could tell that she was getting very excited (she all but squeaked!) with her thoughts about the evening ahead. Erect and horny as hell at the sight of my woman about to leave for an encounter with a good-looking stranger, I pushed her up against the dressing table. I pulled her skirt up, revealing her skimpy, white-lace panties.
I pulled them down to discover that she had trimmed her pussy hair, leaving her pretty lips pretty bare. I went down on her, sucking at her labia. She came almost immediately, but I kept it up until she shuddered a second time with a second orgasm.
When I finally finished eating her pussy, she started to pull her panties back on. With a mischievous look in my eyes, I stopped her and told my good wife she didn’t need to wear them tonight. The excited look in her eyes excited me as well. She kissed me good night and went out, no doubt feeling the cool of the evening under her skirt. She could use a little cooling off there, I told myself proudly.
I waited about ten minutes and then left for the arts center myself, having secretly bought a ticket to the performance. I went into the theater on the opposite side from where Caitlin was working. After being seated, I watched her showing couples to their seats. I wouldn’t have missed this night’s “command performance” for anything.
When the show started, the ushers took their posts, standing by the doors. I kept an eye on my wife and before too long a young, very good-looking man spoke to her and left. Caitlin looked around cautiously and then
Caitlin said she would do anything to prove that I was the one she still loved. I told her that it was okay, and that no harm had been done. I was surprised to find that I was excited by the idea of another man lusting after my gorgeous wife, and decided to take full advantage of the raging hard-on that had steadily expanded in my pants since she’d begun her confession of infidelity.
I unzipped my fly and removed my formidable eight-inch prong. Caitlin immediately understood what she was supposed to do. She assumed an apologetic position on her knees, and generously opened her mouth to receive my fleshy lance. Within seconds, I was spurting copious amounts of warm, white semen into her mouth as my devoted wife showed me just how much she appreciated my cock.
I then lifted the lovely woman and carried her in my arms into the kitchen. I laid her down on the kitchen table and spread her legs wide. Her cunt was pink and glistening with her arousal. I stuck a finger in and sampled her honey sweetness. It tasted good. Then I balled her on the table for what seemed like hours.
“Hey, girl,” I panted as I thrust my cock home time and again, “think your friend could run the ramrod into you the way I can?” She replied by bringing her legs a little higher on my back, locking her ankles, and moaning how much she loved me. It was a good enough answer.
We both came three or four times that night. It was clear to both of us that Caitlin’s newfound relationship with her striking boss was going to be a boon, not a hindrance, to our sex.
It was about a week before Caitlin was scheduled to usher again and we both looked forward to the evening with great anticipation. When the night came, I watched her get dressed and offered help. I suggested that she wear her black mini-dress that was formal in style, but very, very short. It also boasted a plunging neckline that I knew would showcase her beautiful breasts. Short skirt, plunging neckline: she’d be spectacular, high and low!
Caitlin immediately agreed to the suggestion and I could tell she was thinking about Nathan’s reaction to the dress, and her body beneath it. As she was about to leave, I hugged her and told her that I loved her. I encouraged her to enjoy herself with Nathan, but asked her please to refrain from fucking him. I still wanted to keep Caitlin’s pussy for my cock alone.
That request seemed to heighten her tension and I could tell that she was getting very excited (she all but squeaked!) with her thoughts about the evening ahead. Erect and horny as hell at the sight of my woman about to leave for an encounter with a good-looking stranger, I pushed her up against the dressing table. I pulled her skirt up, revealing her skimpy, white-lace panties.
I pulled them down to discover that she had trimmed her pussy hair, leaving her pretty lips pretty bare. I went down on her, sucking at her labia. She came almost immediately, but I kept it up until she shuddered a second time with a second orgasm.
When I finally finished eating her pussy, she started to pull her panties back on. With a mischievous look in my eyes, I stopped her and told my good wife she didn’t need to wear them tonight. The excited look in her eyes excited me as well. She kissed me good night and went out, no doubt feeling the cool of the evening under her skirt. She could use a little cooling off there, I told myself proudly.
I waited about ten minutes and then left for the arts center myself, having secretly bought a ticket to the performance. I went into the theater on the opposite side from where Caitlin was working. After being seated, I watched her showing couples to their seats. I wouldn’t have missed this night’s “command performance” for anything.
When the show started, the ushers took their posts, standing by the doors. I kept an eye on my wife and before too long a young, very good-looking man spoke to her and left. Caitlin looked around cautiously and then
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