The estranged Housewife
Intro:
A sexy married woman who has long awaited for her husband's return with her new improved skills in bed will this cause distrust or cause a change in the dynamics of their sex life...
Allison's P.O.V.
Tell me about your business trip," Allison asks her husband as they both relaxed in the siting room...
"It's quite an experience"He replied, his eyes lighting up enthusiastically.
"Considering it was my first time in Dubai it's a very big city. Our big clients were nice and also we were able to get the contract"
"I'll bet," she said. "Tell me about the hotel you stayed in, you can't tell me u didn't have some fun, there are many resorts and casinos in Dubai."Allison says....
"Well, there weren't many casinos in dubai i think that's Vegas darling but i enjoyed Dubai and there were bars and resorts and we went there for business and also pleasure.
"Did you go there often?"Allison asks.
"I went a few times."Fredrick says smiling at his wife new found curiosity about his work...
"What did you do?"She asks cooing
Fredrick looked closely at his young wife.
She smiled disarmingly. "I want to know all about your life up there, darling. What you did for fun. You know."
"Well, there wasn't much fun," he said carefully. "You must have had some kind of recreation." He shrugged. "There was some gambling. I won a little, lost a little. I probably came out a few bucks ahead."
"Am pretty sure there were some pretty girls there," she commented slyly
"Well, yes… they were" He continued to watch her closely, wondering what she was leading up to.
"So did you do anything with anyone?" she asked.
"What?"He says preplexed
"I mean in the bars and clubs you visited did you take anyone back to your hotel room"She asks..
"Where are all these questions coming from?" he asks..
"Oh i get it" he said with amusement.
"You're trying to get me to admit that I had something to do with another woman."He says grimly.
"I'm not," she said pleasantly. "But you were away from me for so long. You must've, well, needed someone."
He got up and walked over to the sofa where she was seated with her shoes off and her legs curled up underneath her. Grinning, he sat down at her side.
"I've got pretty good self-control,"He lied..
"I only get hot when am around you"He murmurs..
"Tell me about it," she urged.
"Well, I look at you and I want to do things."
"Tell me," she urged, snuggling closer.
"You didn't use to dig sexy talk," he replied as he nuzzled her neck.
She felt encouraged to become bolder. She placed her hand in his lap.
"Heyyy…" he said.
"What's the matter?" she murmured, grazing his cheek with her moist lips. "That make you nervous?"
"You didn't use to come on so strong."Fredrick says surprised by his wife's new behavior.
"I've been without you for a long time," she said as she began to caress his cock intimately through his pants.
His cock immediately responded.
"Oooh, that's what I like," she purred. "Come on, get hard for baby."
"Allison!" he said in a slightly shocked but pleased whisper.
"Tell me more about the clubs you visited" she coaxed.
"Well, I told you……" He was finding it difficult to talk as she caressed his stiff cock.
"Tell me"She said as she continued to stroke his tool.
"You want me to talk about the… girls?"Fredrick managed to groan out..
"Yesss. Tell me about them." Her lips grazed his ear, and one of her boobs was shoving against his arm. She kept fondling his privates, reaching deeper into the crotch of his trousers to caress his balls as well as his rod.
He continued to be amazed by the change that had taken place in his sweet little wife, and it stimulated him. But he kept his guard partially up.
"Most of the guys fooled around"He said, finding it increasingly difficult to speak because of what she was doing.
"Were you with them?"She's whispers
"Well… sometimes."
"Just what did they do?" she asked as she began to toy with the tab of his zipper.
He wondered if she actually intended to open his pants and take out his bare cock right there. She was acting as if that was what she had in mind. He became increasingly aroused and nervous.
"Well, tell me," she urged, still fiddling with his fly.
"Well, in the bars… they… uh… I mean, they danced with the girls… and…"
"Took them to bed?" she prompted, lowering his zipper an inch.
His throat began to feel very tight. His cock throbbed harder than ever.
"I guess."
"Did any of the girls in the club touch you?"
"Well, sure. I mean, they approached all the men also they are escort." His voice was turning hoarse.
"What did they say?" she asked, and slid his zipper down another inch or so.
"You really want to know? I mean, you want to know the exact words?"
"Yesss."
"The girls that approached us were escorts and so obviously they wanted to fuck"He says as he held his breath for fear he had offended her badly. But she showed no adverse response. She just kept gazing warmly at his fly, and she slid his zipper a little lower.
"What did you tell them?" she asked.
"NO of course."
"Oh, come on…" As she snaked her hand into his pants and touched his bare cock the most wonderful thrill went through him, and he jumped. It was one thing just to go to bed and screw, as he and Allison had done many times before he went away and as they had done just a few hours ago but it was even more exciting, in a sense, to play at sex like this.
She was like a different girl. He couldn't understand it.
She daringly pulled his cock out of his pants and asked, "Didn't you give in just once? Didn't you ever take one of the bar girls to bed?" She began to stroke the foreskin up and down on his bone-hard, thrusting rod.
"Do you want me to say I did?" he asked, dumfounded.
"Yes!"
"Okay," he blurted. "So I did it once."
"What did you do?" she asked, stroking his dick more vigorously.
"I screwed one of the bar girls," he admitted in desperation. "Oh, God, you're making me hot!"
He lost control of himself and pushed her onto her back on the sofa. As he pulled up her skirt, she gasped, then laughed. She kicked at him playfully when he tried to get a grip on the elastic of her panties.
She managed to wriggle around and prevent him from removing her pants by pulling him down beside her on the narrow sofa. They lay snuggled close together, her hand encircling his cock once more.
"Tell me what the girl did," she demanded hotly. "Tell me all of it, Fredrick ."
"Oh, you don't want to know that. I wouldn't ever have done it except that I was so damned lonely for you."
"It's all right, baby," she said, nibbling at his face and stroking his hot rod. "I understand. Just tell me. I won't blame you for anything."
Even though she had him in a fever by this time, he continued to wonder what in the world had come over her. She had never been, like this before.
But he had already admitted his infidelity, and he was under such intense stimulation that he wanted to blurt out the rest of the daring tale, particularly since Allison seemed so anxious to hear it.
"We went to the hotel room, and I paid her…"He replies..
"Go on." Allison squeezed his cock , and it throbbed responsively.
"I, took off my clothes." His voice was becoming very hoarse again.
"Were you like this," she asked huskily, "all stuck up and hard?" She tickled the head of his cock with her fingertips.
"Oooh, baby!" he moaned.
"Well, were you?"
"No. Not yet. Not until the girl did something to me."
Allison 's excitement took an upward surge. "What did she do, Fredrick ?"
"She, uh… oh, you don't want me to tell you that!"
"I do!" she insisted. "Tell me." She began stroking his cock again.
"She, uh… well…" His inhibitions suddenly crumbled like a dam before a flood. "Goddammit, she sucked my cock!"
"She did?" Allison asked, gazing at him with slack lips, her eyes suddenly misty.
"Yes. Prostitutes do that if you pay them for it."
"I'll bet lots of other girls do it, too," she said. "Lots of wives, even."
"Ally"He writhed. She was driving him nearly out of his mind.
"Didn't you ever have another girl do that for you, Fredrick ?"
"No, I… Yes! Oh, dammit, I don't know what to say!"
She stared down at his beautiful, upthrust cock which she was holding around the base. The foreskin was completely retracted from the pink, bulging glans. Clear moisture had seeped out of the hole at its tip and had washed down the side of the tool. The scent of his aroused maleness drifted up to her nostrils.
She asked softly, "Would you like me to suck your cock, darling?"
The turgid dong gave a spastic jerk, and for a moment he feared that it would go off.
"Oh, God, no!" he exclaimed in answer to her question.
"You wouldn't? Really?"
"You're too nice a girl."
The sweet, silly fool! she thought.
But she didn't give up. "I'd be willing to try it," she said. "Just like the bar girl did.
Shocked beyond words, he watched her bow her head to his upthrust cock and part her lovely pink lips. Then he felt the greatest thrill he had ever known as his sweet, "innocent" wife took the throbbing head of his cock into her mouth.
"Aaahhhh!" he moaned, gritting his teeth. He jammed his eyes tightly shut as she began to suck and lick at his pecker.
Don't go off! Oh God, don't go off! he commanded his cock desperately.
"Allison … Allison … ooh, please…!" he moaned.
She lifted her head and ran her tongue over her moist, slack lips. "What's the matter, baby? Wasn't it good? Didn't I do it right?"
"Ooh… it was… wonderful! But you mustn't!"
"Why not?" she asked with apparent innocence.
"It's fun."
She bowed her head and once more seized his pulsating cockhead in her mouth. Her tongue circled the sensitive knob and fluttered against its tip. She licked the underside of the glans. And all the time she sucked gently on the throbbing shaft.
This proved too much for Fredrick . He had been struggling to maintain control, but he suddenly realized he would be unable to do so. It was too late by that time to force Allison to lift her head or even to shout a warning. All he could do was groan raspingly as his cock gave a jerk and his balls geysered up their hot, thick, sticky juice.
"Nooo… nooo… noooo," he moaned between gasps as his slime spurted into Allison's mouth.
But she didn't respond with the shock he had expected. In fact, she sucked harder. He listened to the gurgling sounds she made and felt her throat muscles work as she greedily gobbled down his sperm. The thrill which he derived was beyond compare.
He felt a tremor pass through his wife's body, and she bit down on the spongy bulb of his cock just as he was completing his ejaculation. As difficult as it was to believe, she seemed to be having an orgasm herself.
Now she raised her head. Her eyes were glassier than ever, and she bore traces of his cum on her soft, slack lips. She cleaned them with her tongue and smiled in satisfaction.
"That was good," she murmured, and snuggled down next to him, contented as a cream-filled cat.
"I… I didn't mean to do that," he said.
"Shhh." She placed her finger across his lips.
He was still reeling in shock, both from his wife's amazing conduct and from the intense ejaculation which had shaken him to the tips of his toes. In desperately seeking an explanation for her changed attitude concerning sex, he concluded that she must have missed him so intensely and been so hungry for love while he was gone that her cocoon of sexual inhibitions had simply burst from the sheer pressure of her desire.
In one way he was extremely pleased. He had considered Allison different from the girls he had known before he was married, and he had taken pride in that. Since she had come to him a virgin, he supposed he had only himself to blame for her change; he had left her alone too long. She wriggled against him and kissed him along the throat and cheek. Her moist lips finally made their way to his mouth and he imagined, as he kissed her, that he could taste the flavor of his sperm.
"Let's go to bed," she said softly.
****
Allison woke up first and she sat up and looked at her sleeping husband. He wasn't exactly handsome now, but she loved him anyway. She loved him very much.
Moving cautiously, so as to avoid waking him yet, she lowered the covers from his body. He was lying on his back with his legs flung somewhat apart, and his cock and balls were fully displayed. His cock was soft and lying sideways. It bore some slightly crusted remnants of the previous nights juicy fucking.
Allison bent close to her husband's rod and blew gently. Her breath tickled him, and he stirred. She took hold of his cock and stroked the foreskin up and down several times, causing his pink glans to alternately surge into the open and disappear. This action brought a rush of blood flowing into his tool, and erection occurred even before he woke up.
The stimulation did awaken him, however. He blinked, felt the pleasurable warmth which her hand had induced, and reached out for her. Then he remembered what he had concluded the previous evening and withdrew. He lay on his pillow and merely looked up at her, unsmiling and saying nothing.
She smiled. "Good morning, darling." She kept her hand around his stiff cock but didn't move it.
"Morning," he said finally.
"Sleep well?"
"Are you, uh, in the mood?" She smiled again, impishly.
"Not right now," he said, moving her hand away from his cock.
He might as well have slapped her across the face.
"But you've… you've got a hard-on," she told him.
"That's because I have to piss," he said, deciding there was no reason to restrict his language when he talked with her from now on. He wasn't interested in protecting her feeling in other ways, either.
His language didn't bother her, but his attitude certainly did.
"Go ahead and piss," she told him, her tone somewhat testy. "I'll wait for you."
He got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, his hard cock sticking out in front of him. As she watched him leave, she got the idea that he might remain in the bathroom to shower and shave, and she didn't want that. She needed him this morning, but even more importantly she wanted to get him over his suspicious pique. She felt that the way to accomplish this was to force herself on him, thereby demonstrating that she loved him and making him prove that he loved her in return.
She got out of bed and followed him, pushing open the bathroom door. He turned his back, he was bent a little forward, so that he could aim his straight cock down at the toilet, and his urine was striking the water with a loud, vigorous sound.
She started to move around in front of him, and again he shifted his position. His urine continued to flow briskly. Laughing, she jumped back and forth until finally he gave up trying to conceal himself, and she watched the completion of his urinating.
He milked his cock dry, and she watched that also. His tool was soft now, but it remained longer than when completely relaxed.
He glared at her. "Well, are you satisfied?"
She smiled. "That was, cute. But I won't be satisfied until after we get back into bed."
"I don't want to go back to bed," he said bluntly.
She realized that some drastic action was called for if she was going to bring him around, and she dropped to her knees in front of him.
Fredrick was shocked. He tried to push her away and to turn and leave the bathroom, but she grasped his ass and held on tightly, her fingertips sinking into his crack.
She tilted her head to the side and bent to catch the end of his cock in her mouth. His foreskin was down, and his glans felt funny with the hood around it. As she began to suck at the flaccid instrument and to tongue the softly ruffled lip of foreskin, she tasted not only a trace of last night's fucking but some very salty, strong drops of piss, as well.
Still, she enjoyed what she was doing and remained intent upon arousing him. Though he was repelled by her aggressiveness in sucking his cock right there in the bathroom and immediately after he had urinated, he nevertheless responded. His cockhead swelled in her mouth, and his foreskin began to retract. Her tongue pushed the covering the rest of the way back, and she sucked his naked, tasty glans.
His cock was sticking straight out and upward, and she didn't have to hold it any longer. This permitted her to slide her hand down and fondle his nuts while she glided her encircling lips up and down, up and down, on his slick, hard, knob-ended pole. He writhed on the balls of his feet and groaned. He began to jab his cock in and out of his wife's sucking mouth.
But she didn't want him to finish that way this time. She wanted a more active demonstration of desire on his part. He was going to have to prove that he really wanted her, in spite of his suspicions. Then gradually, she hoped, she would be able to convince him that those suspicions were groundless.
She quit sucking his cock and let it flip out of her mouth to stick up – hard, wet, and gleaming. She got to her feet.
"Come on, darling," she said, as she began leading him back to the bed.
He had to go along. Through it seemed to him she had turned into a whore, he wanted and needed her now.
She climbed onto the bed, and he got another surprise when she positioned herself on hands and knees. This was another position he had never used with her, and it therefore furnished further evidence of her infidelity while he was gone. But passion was ruling him now, and he eagerly dropped onto his knees behind her.
She bent fully forward until her boobs were pressed against the bed. This made her cunt excitingly available to him, and, as she moved her knees farther apart, her ass crack opened to reveal to him, for the first time, the cute puckered dimple of her bung.
She rotated her hips teasingly, and the entire erotic display moved round and round. "Come on, fuck me" she says....
Fredrick's erection gave a jerk. Then he grasped the sturdy pole, wiggled closer, and stabbed his cockhead into the meaty swamp of her cunt.
She pushed backward, and her cunt actually seemed to gulp up his thrusting rod. He sank the bone-hard rod all the way into her hole, and her cushiony butt came to rest against his belly.
He placed his hands on her smooth, rounded hips. She resumed rotating them as he began to pull and thrust, driving his cock in and out of her well-oiled pussy hole.
If only he hadn't known what he knew about her, he would have considered himself in paradise. Coming home from a cold long trip to this kind of intimate warmth was the dream of every man on his crew. And he had it right in his hands and around his pulsating, probing cock .
But it was a faithless cunt he was fucking.
Another mans cunt, he thought, though supposedly committed to him by marriage.
Resentment combined with his lust drove him to slam his cock harder and faster. He draped himself over the back of his wife, and filled his hands with her soft, dangling boobs as he screwed her viciously like the whole she was...
He fucked and mercilessly, without the warmth of a lover. Her pussy screamed and yet enjoyed his harsh treatment because it only got wetter and wetter. She loved the vigor of his assault, taking its ferocity as proof of his desire for her.
"Fuck me… fuck me!" she chanted. "Ooh, baby, keep fucking me haaard!"
He fucked her as hard as he could, driving his brutal cock up her slippery, snug channel, slamming his belly against her bouncy ass. Gasping, then moaning with bliss, she came. The spastic contractions of her pussy brought him along, and he blasted his hot sperm unto her cunt, his cock twitching and his balls emptying themselves ecstatically.
"Ooh, darling… darling… that was so wonderful!" she said, her knees sliding backward as she sank onto her belly.
Fredrick came to rest atop her, his cock still embedded in her cunt. He didn't say anything.
She moved forward, breaking their connection, then twisted onto her back to look up at him.
"What's the matter?" she asked earnestly. "Why aren't you talking to me?"
"It's nothing," he said. But his tone and expression made clear the fact that it was something very important indeed.
"I love you," she said again, and added, "only you."
Turn around, i want to fuck you like the whore you are"He says his eyes red with fury and anger mixed with desire....