18/07/2016
Over ten years ago I found myself willingly and eagerly sharing my lover's cunt with another man. The twist is, I was actually the other man and my lover was a married woman named Tammy whom I was having an affair with.
Tammy was the secretary to one of my clients. After work, I used to go up to the fifth floor of the building we both worked in and have sex with her in a back office that was empty except for two gold overstuffed chairs that her boss was storing there.
At that time Tammy was 32, fairly attractive, approx, 5'6" tall, and a very slender 120 lbs. She had B- sized natural tits, a very hairy, soft, silky bush, and absolutely the wettest cunt I've ever experienced. She couldn't get enough of my big cock, as she said her husband's was tiny in comparison. Five days a week I would send her home with a smile on her face, a load in her snatch, and a reminder to cover her tracks.
One afternoon when Tammy was straddling me in the gold chair, slowly grinding her wet cunt back and forth on my erect cock, she suddenly breathlessly confided that not only did her husband Joe know I was fucking her, but he was the one who encouraged her to do it in the first place! I was absolutely floored until I remembered how turned on I was when my wife allowed herself to be fingered during a drunken pool party at a friend's house one night, and how I later found myself wishing he would have fucked her instead.
Tammy said her normal routine during the week was arriving home to find Joe nursing his second or third screwdriver and a raging hard-on. The highlight of his evening was lifting her skirt, pulling off her sopping panties, and burying his face into her creamy snatch as she painstakingly described every detail of me fucking her just minutes before. She said more than once Joe had erupted just sucking her cunt as she told him how good my cock felt in her.
I started taking my role seriously, doing everything I could to elevate Tammy and Joe's sex life, such as avoiding sex on the weekends with my wife in order to build up a larger load for Tammy on Monday. One week when Joe traveled back home to visit his parents, I did not cum in Tammy all week as she sucked my cock every afternoon just short of the point of climax. Within a couple days, my balls ached and I was as unbearably horny as I've ever been in my life. The Friday afternoon Joe flew back, Tammy and finally fucked just before she left to pick him up at the airport. I came in her so hard I nearly passed out - pumping wave after wave of spunk into her until it was pooling below us, leaving a large stain on the chair that is no doubt still there to this day. Tammy immediately pulled on her panties so as not to lose a drop of my generous, creamy deposit.
Tammy later told me that by the time she got to the airport, her saturated panties were sliding around in a gooey mess on the leather seat. Joe no sooner got into the car when he got a whiff of semen and hot pussy and spent the 15-minute drive home with his fingers stuffed into his wife's steaming cunt as she stroked his throbbing cock straining against his pants.
Once home, the garage door was barely down when Joe pushed Tammy up against the car, pulled off her skirt, yanked down her sopping panties, and plunged his face into her steaming cunt where he proceeded to suck and lick every last drop of my welcome home present from her spasming cunt as she orgasmed again and again and again. He then turned his wife around, bent her over the front of the car, and fucked her so hard, she still had light bruises on the back of her thighs two days later when it was my turn again. Tammy said they fucked so many times that weekend, she lost count.
Our affair ended several months later when I left for another job, but ultimately my own marital sex life came alive when I was able to talk my wife into fucking a mutual friend, now making me the happy recipient of the occasional sloppy seconds. Eat your heart out, Joe!