When dreams come true
I want to tell you something.
Once, after a hard day spent shopping and going to cafes, I came home earlier than usual. My husband only works three days a week, and even then he goes on short business trips. When that happens, to quell my longing for him, I download a bunch of erotic films, put my feet, which, by the way, are quite nice)), on the computer desk, position a mirror so I can see my pussy, and stroke myself until I come. It usually ends with my husband coming home and scolding me for the fabric black chair, stained white from my cum.
That day I came home early,
thinking my dear and I would have some fun, but upon entering the apartment (my parents, whom we live with, weren't home), I heard strange sounds. Someone was clearly moaning, and you could hear two people mumbling something to each other. Quietly approaching the door, I realized there was no doubt—I could even hear my husband's balls slapping against the back of that unknown girl.Deciding not to torment myself any longer, I flung the door open and started watching what was happening. Naturally, those two didn't notice me; they were far too engrossed in each other. I knew that girl—our neighbor, who once dated my husband, had sat with him in his car back in the day and kneaded my beloved pussy, licked it. My dear husband didn't miss out either, and while undressing her in that same car, he groped all over her then-young body, and his fingers had been in her hole more than once.
I wasn't surprised to see them in bed. An interesting scene unfolded before me—she was on all fours facing the door, and my beloved was pounding her with all his might, causing his balls to slap against her gorgeous ass. Oh yes, there was plenty to hold onto; she was never known for being slim and light! I watched all this for about thirty seconds, but then I got bored and decided to help.
Quickly taking off my jacket and the rest of my clothes, except for my panties maybe, I approached the sofa where they were situated and licked my husband's ass. He shuddered and turned around, saw me, and horror was on his face, but I cheerfully winked and signaled for him to stay quiet and keep thrusting into that girl. Meanwhile, I licked his butt, his anus, from which I could feel that my husband was about to cum and was barely holding back. Then I bent him forward a little and started licking his balls, making him moan, and that girl started working her ass even more actively, thrusting back at him. I got wetter than ever from all this, but masturbation rarely satisfies me, so I didn't even touch my pussy; I just pulled my husband away from that slut, sat on the sofa, dangling my beautiful legs off it, spread them just a little, and only showed my husband how he fell with his mouth onto my little pussy. I knew that as soon as he smelled my scent, mixed just a little with the smell of urine, he would go crazy with desire and lick me like no one else ever could!
When my husband started satisfying me with his tongue, the girl got scared and tried to bolt for the door, but I grabbed her hand and placed it on my breast. She understood what was required of her and started licking my nipples. Soon I couldn't take it anymore, laid her on the sofa, made my husband lick that bitch's insatiable pussy, and I lay down under him and started licking his cock like a big, thick candy, mmmmmmmm… When I got a little tired, I finally allowed him to enter me—the boy had worked hard and deserved a reward. I got on all fours. How he thrust his cock into me! It was unforgettable! His cock slid back and forth in my very, very wet hole! To somehow be involved, our little slut lay down under me and tried to catch my breasts with her mouth, licking my swaying nipples with her tongue.
He moved faster and faster until my body started convulsing in orgasm, and a few seconds later he came too, filling me with his sperm. I didn't want even a drop of that precious, delicious fluid to go to waste, so I sat over that girl's face so the cum would flow into her mouth. After washing up properly in the bathroom, I packed my things and left the house; I couldn't live with such a husband anymore.
I think that was a fitting punishment for them:) If my husband ever thinks of cheating on me again—be my guest, I'll tell him:).