I'll always come home to you.

It was 3.00am - my wife Julie was just coming in. My beautiful voluptuous wife of nine years had been out at a work night out party, someone's leaving do.
She wasn't a small girl, lots of sexy curves with lovely big breasts, and a smile to die for. She wasn't the kind of girl normally to show herself off, and usually covered up but getting ready tonight I saw she was wearing a skirt showing her legs, and a top which made the most of her breasts. She finished off her outfit with her knee high boots.

I had taken her into town and dropped her off. Just before she got out of the car I said, "You look fucking gorgeous, really sexy. If you don't pull, i'll be having you when you get in"
"I'm allowed to pull then, am I?" she smiled.
"As long as you come home to me you can snog and do whoever you like" I joked.
She turned back to me then. "So if I get off with someone you won't go off on one?"
"Of course not"
"I'll hold you to that"

I heard the front door open and the heels on her boots clicking on the tiled floor. Then the light switch, fumbling and rustling, then the click of a lighter; she was having a last cigarette before coming to bed.
Five minutes later she came into the bedroom. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, how was your night, good?"
"I pulled!" she exclaimed.
"You what?" I Iooked across in the dim light; she was pulling her skirt off over her boots.
She dropped her skirt and got straight onto the bed still with her boots on and slid one leg over mine. She cuddled into me and as she did I felt her knickers were wet and warm, She'd clearly been horny, but why? She pulled my head close and kissed me passionately, slipping her tongue into my mouth.
"You said I could"
"So what happened then?"
"I went outside,and was having a cigarette, this guy came over and we got chatting, we were out nearly an hour"
"An hour?!"
"Yeah, well...we were on our own"
"Hang on, no-one else came outside for an hour?"

She pulled away slightly then, and I could sense her hesitating. "Well, we had....moved away, went somewhere else"

Two feelings suddenly went through me. With a bloke for an hour, damp knickers? I had the feeling that my wife had been been up to 'something' with another man. The second? That my cock was rising, I realised that I was getting turned on by the thought of my wife with another man.

"Didn't you tell him you were married?"
"Yeah, but I said that you weren't there, and if you were that it would have ruined my chances!"

She was being honest and I had said she could pull, although I didn't think I had meant it like this at the time. I had just wanted her to get attention and enjoy it as it made her feel good. But now it was doing the same to me! So I pressed her for more.
"So, where did you go?"
"He kept saying how nice I looked and being really sweet. It was nice someone else saying that about me so when he moved in to kiss me I didn't stop him"

My cock was raging now and I had my hands on her thighs, squeezing her ass and pulling her close to me. My hard on was pressing into her, and I could feel her relaxing a bit, so coaxed her to tell me more.
She ran her hand over my chest, leant to my ear and whispered, "It got quite passionate and I could feel his cock pressing against me just like yours is now. His hands slipped round to my breasts and he was caressing my nipples. I felt really horny then, and thought, 'You said I could', so I suggested we went elsewhere"
I gasped out loud, pulling her tight to me, pressing my dick against her, imagining my sexy, curvy wife leading this man, not her husband, away by the hand, her pussy getting wet, to somewhere where she could be more intimate with him.

"You're fucking loving this aren't you?" she said "It's turning you on"
"Yes....."

She was relaxed now, telling me and getting into her stride, and ran her hand down my front, grabbing my cock and started to slowly wank it. "We sat in his car and started kissing again, he was squeezing my tits and I was rubbing his dick through his trousers. He has his hand on my leg and ran it up my skirt to my pussy, it was already wet; he slipped his fingers in my knickers and was rubbing my clit and slipping his fingers inside me.
I undid his trousers and got his cock out, I loved feeling it, big, hard and throbbing in my hand, and wanted more so leant over and sucked it".

I gasped again, and now she was enjoying this.
"Yeah, I sucked his big hard cock, sliding my lips up and down the shaft, licking precome off the end as I squeezed it out. I loved hearing him moan as I took it in as deep as I could, moaning like you are now"

She wasn't wrong, I was so turned on at the thought of my wife sucking another man's cock.
Julie got up and sat on top of me. She slid her knickers aside and took my cock into her wet hot pussy.
"I'm not the only one turned on am I?" I asked as I felt her juices running down my balls.
She started riding my cock, I could feel it deep inside her, and her body shuddering as it slid in each time.
"I loved making him feel like that, I wanted people to see us, I wanted you to be there, watching me suck him off"
"Did you fuck him?"
"Not this time, but when I go out again, i'll be looking for a guy to fuck, bring him home and have you watch him slide his big cock into me, and come on my face, You like that? Your wife's face dripping with another man's come, tasting it and letting it run onto my breasts?"

I could feel my balls swelling and I knew I was going to come soon
"I sucked him hard, wanking him with my mouth and hand and .." she kissed me again hard, tonguing my mouth, sucking my lip "...made him come in my mouth. Can you taste it, his hot come, his big hard cock? I can and I fucking love it, his hot come down my throat."
"You dirty fucking slag"
"That's right right" she said, "That's why I wore a skirt, I wanted to get some cock tonight and I got it. Your wife's a filthy slag and you fucking love it"
With that I came so hard then, my body tensed, my throbbing cock, pumping, filling her wet pussy full of come, the second lot she'd had that night. She carried on fucking me, getting faster, "This isn't the last time either, i'll be out looking for more"
She came with a scream that seemed to last all night, slowly running out of breath and eventually collapsing next to me.

We lay there for a moment, the silence only broken when she leant over, picked up her hand bag and got her cigarettes out. She lit one and exhaled satisfyingly. She turned to me and kissed me "But i'll always come home to you".