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My Wife's Secret

By: BigKahunaCat21



It's been a rough six months for me. That was how long ago my wife of 26 years passed due to cancer. The only love of my life, we were together since grade school. Always my best friend, it was her greatest worry that I could not live well without her; and she was right.

Oh, our daughter was a godsend, but she had her own life to lead and I wouldn't think of her spending time to mend mine. I spent the last six months buried in work, not because I liked it, but it eased the pain and loneliness. Now I've retired and the time goes by ever so slowly. I sold the house we lived in and bought a condo, first to live smaller and second, I did not want work or worries, like painting or mowing. I had a pension, savings, no bills, and a new car, everything we all strive for, except the being alone part.

Friends tried to help, though in most cases I was not overly receptive. The couples we knew together, now made me feel uneasy as they still had one another and I did not. My male widow or divorced friends were always trying to cheer me up by offering to party with me or regaling me with stories of their sexual or lack of, adventures. But the worst were the women friends of my late wife. If they were divorced or widowed themselves, it came across as them trying to make me the next conquest. Oh, it would start simply enough, let me drop off a casserole, your probably eating lousy. Or stop by for a full homemade dinner, or maybe we can go out and reminisce. The last thing I wanted was to go over stories of my wife with other people; it was way too personal and painful.

My one and only true friend was my daughter. Together with my wife we were a triad, strong when we were arm in arm in every way. She lived with my wife and me for the final year of her existence, and without her help I would not have survived. She reminded me so much of my wife, the way she walked and presented herself, her looks, even her attitude on life, if it makes you stumble, you just get up again and keep moving forward. I was different; I moped and fretted over little things, I made mountains out of mole hills, in other words, mostly the complete opposite of my girls. My wife's illness sapped us both, I noticed the aging of my daughter who looked 10 years older than she was, the forfeiture of her time and life, no dating, a lesser job for better hours, near home. So when my wife did die, it was for my daughter's benefit that I told her to go on with her life, even though she wanted to stay and help me regain my balance.

When I was finally alone, I decided to sort out the boxes of my wife's stuff before my move. My daughter had done the heavy lifting, which is the clothes, jewelry, and such. What I had were the knickknack stuff one accumulates over time. It was taking me a lot of time to sort, mostly as I picked things up; I recalled the time and event of when we got that object. The pictures were tough. Happy times with a smiling, gorgeous woman.

It was then that I found the diary. I never knew she used one, but I did recall her often writing things down in some kind of shorthand scribble, just not in this book. The key was taped on the bottom and after looking at it, I placed the book off to the side.

Curiosity got to me, and I retrieved the book and opened it. To my surprise, it started when she was a young child and relayed events during those times. Family holidays, vacations, birthdays etc. Then there was the first entry of me, seeing me in school, how cute I was and how she planned to drop her books in front of me, so I would pick them up and walk her home. Tears started to fall with the memory. I read her comments up thru high school and college, many including me, before I put the book up for the night.

I continued the next morning going thru stuff and didn't read the diary for the next several days. I started again where I left off, we finished school, and both got jobs and married. Her job was with an insurance firm that doesn't exist anymore, but she did have various entries in there. Mostly were of the friends she made and some reference to her work.

One notation was however somewhat odd. She described a male employee flirting as well as harassing her. This continued till she quit the firm, which was also the time she became pregnant. Turning to the next page, a folded piece of paper fell out which I retrieved from the floor. Opening it up and reading for the first time my breath and heart rate became rapid. The paper was from a lab which had her name, my name as well as our daughters, DNA profiles. Getting thru some of the jargon, it was apparent that the DNA's did not match. It became obviously clear that my daughter and wife were blood related but the sperm was of unknown origin. I was not the birth father.

The diary and note fell to the ground; I was in complete shock as this information sunk in. A major part of my life was a lie. My wife had cheated and lied to me, even taking it to the grave.

How could someone do that to a person you love? At this point I was physically sick and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.

Feeling somewhat better, I went back into the room, picked up the note and book and placed it on the chest of drawers. I quickly left the room and closed the door behind me.

Hitting the liquor cabinet, I poured myself a tall glass of Jack. Chugging it down, it was rapidly followed by one and then another. My mind was in constant turmoil and I felt like my world as well as my memories were under attack. Never once did my wife ever hint that our daughter was not mine or that she had anyone else in her life at that time. Trying to quell my anger, I went back into the room with the diary to see if there was or could be an explanation to this emotional crisis

.

Reading further along it was becoming evident that this was a dark chapter in my wife's life; the written words reflected despair, horror and turmoil.

She got pregnant; she knew it was not mine; should she terminate; should she go to term and adopt out. These were all spelled out in her journal. None of these words subjugated my anger; it just solidified my belief that I never really knew this woman at all.

Turning more pages while reading further, I received another jolt. There on the page was the explanation. While working in the insurance firm, the man that had been pestering her had requested her to stay late one night to complete a project. When all were gone, he came on to her, she rejected him, he became angry and he raped her.

Upon reading that, my anger dissipated and was replaced by remorse and pain for my wife.

She was a compassionate woman and after the rape, when the man apologized, and how it would hurt his family, she told him she would not report it if he would just leave her alone. The pages just dripped of her violation and how or could she even tell me. She knew that I would hunt this man down and kill him before I would ever report it to the police. She feared for our relationship as well as for my understanding for not reporting it. She detailed that whatever decision she would make would be rooted in love, both for the child and me.

I did get a sense of relief when reading further, the man who raped her, committed suicide a month later. She had not informed him of the pregnancy. The official view of the office was that he had emotional issues as well as financial ones. I felt relief that I would not have to hunt him down now, and happiness that he got what he deserved.

My attention focused again on my wife. Her journal revealed her struggles to what and how to do things. She wrote of taking pain killers and sleeping pills, all in a feeble try to help her cope. Thinking back to those times, I had thought that she struggled with the loss of her job and the unexpected pregnancy were playing havoc with her hormones. She had an extended period where she just was not herself. She did however seem pleased with my joy; we spoke often of children and how we felt we would be excellent parents. Her obvious pain was hidden behind the facade of my happiness.

Even though it was years later, her diary revealed that she never really came to grips with the rape, and when her cancer struck she felt it was retribution for her failures. I could not image the angst of her life at the point, believing that you were being punished for a sin you did not commit. 

Her last entry, several weeks before her death when she was highly sedated and in hospice at home, was of her love for her child and me. How without our help and love, suicide was always in her mind, and only our belief in her sustained her from this bitter ending.

She also made a reference to dispose of her diary, so that its contents remained secure.

I replaced the diary in the box I first discovered it in.

A few days later our daughter called and I could recognize in her voice, distress and weariness. She asked if she could come over to talk and maybe she could cook something for us, or we could out. I so wanted to see her again and readily agreed. The diary still lay heavy on my heart, but I knew it would be something I could not discuss with my child. We both had been thru to much pain and heartache to endure anymore.

When my daughter arrived it was evident on her beautiful face, the stress that the past had caused. She asked for her benefit it she could move back in and try to get her life back in balance. Looking at her, I saw my wife at her age and somehow thought this could be a second life for my wife thru our child. I agreed that she was most welcome to stay as long as she wanted, this was her home also.

So over the last several weeks, my daughter and I have enjoyed each others company and shared mostly our joyous memories. We have begun to laugh and joke again. I have witnessed the age and solemn look leave my daughters face and a rebirth of her beauty and vitality. I made it my mission to restore this lovely young woman back to health.

Without any sexual relations, I feel I have both my wife and daughter back and feel truly blessed. My dark despair and own thought of ending it have been replaced by a desire to see my daughter emerge from the shadows.

Today I took a step further in our recovery. I had burned the diary as homage to my wife and took the ashes to the cemetery and placed them in a small urn on her grave. 

Rest in peace my love, I will always love you. You made the right choice, our daughter is my gift and I thank you for it.

My Wife's Secret Desire



My wife Cindy is one of those woman that men take a second and third glance at. She knows just how to ooze sexual desirability. She has a pixie face and is very well put together. She is petite in size with a fine ass and tits. Her tits are nicely rounded, perky 36 C's. Her bottom is beautifully curved and begs to be fondled. She loves to tease and wears short skirts with thigh highs when we go out and recently bought some bikinis that border on being lewd. She modeled them for me just as we were planning on going to the beach for a holiday. 

She appeared out of the bathroom and stood in front of the bed where I was surfing the net on my laptop.

"Well, tell me what you think?" 

What came out of my mouth was "Holy shit".

It was almost a micro kini. The fabric looked like glossy white plastic that was a strip between her legs just covering her pubic area and then split into two strings that went over each breast and tied behind her neck. Each nipple was just covered by the same material with a string that crossed between her tits. She spun around and her ass was completely bare with a string that came up to her waist and tied to a string that apparently went around to her belly button. 

"Damn babe, you look more naked in that thing than if you did not wear it! You don't plan to wear it outside the house, right? I would have to beat the guys off with a bat that were trying to dick you."

Cindy grinned and replied, "you really think so? I don't look like I did when I was 18. Two kids and nine years has changed my body and I don't think I am nearly as sexy as when you married me."

"Not true, babe, you are more sexy now than when you were 18. Your tits are bigger for one thing and you have more of a sexual aura than you did back then. Hell, I know a dozen guys who would love to get in your pants." 

Cindy stared at me for a few seconds, long enough to feel uncomfortable, then asked, "who? No, before you answer that, what would they say so that you would know they would want to screw me?" 

"Well, like when you dressed as a saloon girl at our Halloween party, several guys told me if I was not around they would love to get a feel of your luscious ass and tits when you were serving beer and when the guys were here for poker some said they would love to have you in a game of strip poker."

Cindy sat on the bed next to me and leaned down and kissed me. Still leaning over me she whispered "a couple of your so called friends did grab a quick feel of my ass and tits."

"What! Who?"

"Doesn't matter sweetheart. It was late when a lot of you guys were half drunk and besides I liked it. It made me feel sexy to have another guy want to feel me up." 

"Is that why you bought this bikini? To feel sexy or to get felt up when I am not looking, I asked while grinning from ear to ear. 

Cindy replied, "don't take this the wrong way but it is exciting to have someone else want to play with me. I love you dearly but remember the excitement of exploring and playing with a new body for the first time? I kind of miss that at times and would never do it because it would be selfish to hurt you and the kids."

Cindy leaned back, reached between my legs and found my hard cock. 

"Oh, what is this? Does the thought of me being felt up turn you on?"

I extended my hand and slid one finger underneath her swimsuit crotch into her pussy. Her slit was sopping wet. 

"Thinking about other guys feeling you up does turn me on and obviously it does you to. Why don't you bring that sexy ass of yours up here and sit on my cock while you tell me about it."

Cindy straddled me and pulling the bottom to one side slid her hot, soaking fuck hole down on my cock. My dick was throbbing inside her and I held on her thighs so she couldn't move. 

She asked, "what do you want to hear? What they did, specifically?"

"Ya" Just don't move your ass and tell me what happened."

"Ohooo. I can feel your dick lurching like it wants to unload in me. Guess I will have to be careful. Why don't you stroke my clit very slowly while we talk. O, that feels good. Lightly, babe. Very slowly, perfect. You remember the guy dressed like a mummy at the party. He caught me in the hall when I had two beers in both hands and you remember my skirt was cut very high on my right hip. He made like he was going to bite me on the neck and slid one of his hands under my skirt and grabbed my ass. When I pulled away from his hand he grabbed the top of my blouse and pulled it down below my breasts. You remember it was low cut anyway. He grabbed both of my tities before I dumped the beer on him."

"Did you like him doing that to you?"

"Ahh, Yesssssss. That was just the start. After your buddies saw what happened they couldn't help themselves. I had hands up my dress every time I turned around. I got so excited I just wanted someone to grab me, drag me into a bedroom and fuck me. I had it bad. I leaned over the back of the couch to give you a beer and Gerry down the street, slid his hand up to my panties and before I knew it, he had a finger inside me. I even let him finger me a tiny bit before I jumped away." 

I was just holding back from cumming. I was biting my lower lip and my wife's head was tilted back with her eyes closed like she was remembering the party. "Would you have let them fuck you if they had tried?"

Slowly nodding her head, she said, "I don't know. I was so excited. I don't think so. I don't want to hurt you but it is so exciting to have someone want you and play with you. You understand, I hope. I love you and would never leave you but sometimes it is exciting to be played with by someone else."

I slid my thumb inside her slit next to my cock and pulled it out wet with her juices. I smeared it all over her clit and stroked her. She moaned and started jerking her hips as I worked it. "You want a big hard strange dick inside you, don't you?"

I reached my free hand up to her left tit and slid her top aside and squeezed her white full tit with a hard as a rock nipple. "You would like a strange dick to squirt a huge load of sperm up inside your womb and fill it up to overflowing. After he fills your twat full you would suck him until he exploded in your mouth and cum runs out and down on your tits."

Cindy screamed "AHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Her pussy clenched around my dick setting it off. In my spaced out mind I remember arching up off the bed with her on top feeling nothing by my dick shooting off.

When the orgasm faded away Cindy's head was laying on my chest and my dick was still inside her. I could feel the oozing of my cum sliding down my balls. 

When I could speak, I figured now was the time to determine how it was between us and where we would go from here. I asked cautiously, "do you think you could play around and not become involved emotionally?"

Cindy was quiet for a few seconds, then said, "ain't nothing going to fuck you and me up, sweetheart. I didn't invest all this time and have two kids with you to throw it away on a dick. If I play around as you say it, it is for pleasure only, just plain nasty, slimy, spine-tingling sex. 

"OK girl, I trust you, I have to. Lets see how much excitement we can have with this. I don't remember cumming so hard in a long time. Lets play it like you were doing it on the side and I didn't know nothing about it. Just like you were cheating. I think it would be exciting to know what you were doing and the guys thinking I didn't. Like they were getting in your pants on the side and I was being cuckolded. It would be like we were both doing it at the same time. Any guys we know interest you?"

Cindy giggled. "Ahhh, honey, there is a guy who flirts with me all time and I know would do me in a heartbeat if I would let him but I am not so sure you would. He does really, really turn me on. I guess it is just perverse thrill."

"Shit, we have come this far so I can't think of anyone I just wouldn't want you to do it with. I would leave it up to you to be discrete enough not to fuck up our careers or family. Who is it?"

"Ah, well, he is the butcher down at the meat market in the grocery store. He stares at my tits and comes out to see me every time I am in there."

"How do you know he wants to fuck you?"

"You can always tell, at least we females can. The vibes are there and he says some things like he would love to show me the best meat and if I would let him he would like to provide me with personal service. Everything he says has a double meaning. He is big, very big and well built."

"So, am I supposed to be intimidated by his size? You are petite so taking him should be your worry. I would only have to worry about your pussy being stretched out too big," grinning while thinking about her taking a big dick from a big man.

Cindy leaned back and with a grin told me, "he is a big BLACK man."

My cock lurched in her soupy cunt and now I was shocked. I had no idea she had thoughts about being fucked by a black stud.

"Well, I thought I knew you but obviously have a lot to learn. Have you been flirting with him or maybe you have already fucked him."

Cindy was sitting up and I could feel my cock stirring with the thought of a big black dick buried deep in the same pussy I was in.

"Are you getting hard so soon? You haven't done me twice in the last six years. You do like the thought of me going out and getting some strange dick, don't you? Oh yes, I have been flirting. I wear my jogging outfits to go shopping. You know the one with white the silk top. I take off my sports bra to let the girls go free underneath. He loves seeing my hard nipples. I have been thinking of wearing a bikini bottom in sometime to see what he would do. Who knows, he might have raped me if I teased him too much. It would have been my fault if he did and I would just have to take it."

My cock was now throbbing again and I rolled Cindy over on her back and started slamming it in her. "Sounds like you are going to get some black dick up your tight ass," I whispered in her ear.

"Sam is his name, sugar. I have looked and I am very sure he has a big, nice package. When he mentioned the showing me the best meat, he pulled his apron aside and his cock was stiff against his leg. I swear it went down to his knee. I wanted it then. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit, you are trying to split me."

I was jamming my hips into her trying to bury myself in as far as I could.

"Fuck meeeeeeeee. Ahhhh. I want Sam's cock, babeeeeeee. I want him to fuck me, rape me, use me as his whore. I want to try to take his big cock deep in me. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, shit. Uhhhmmmmmmmmm. Can he fuck me, babeeeeeeeeeeee? Tell me babeeeee, tell me you want me to let him fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee? Can he come deep, deep inside me. Oh, Oh, O, shitttttttttttttttttttttttt." 

My balls were trying to climb up my dick as I came. With my dick pulsing in her pussy, I moaned, "yessssssss, get fucked, you horny bitch! 

We both slept out of pure exhaustion and later when we got up the subject wasn't mentioned. With the kids and work almost three days went by. It was the next Thursday afternoon when I arrived home that Cindy called out to me to come into the bedroom. When I entered the room, Cindy was putting on lipstick. Her hair was tied up into two ponytails. She was wearing a loose white pullover top that ended just below her tits. It had long loose sheer sleeves that had cuffs made of the same material as the pullover. The top was open below her tits and I could just see the bottom of them as she was applying her makeup. She had on a short white cotton flip skirt that only came down to mid thigh. On her feet she had white high heel sandals with frilly white socks. All the white against her tanned skin had an erotic effect. If I wasn't mistaken she was more tanned then she was last weekend. I whistled.

Cindy turned her head and grinned and then pirouetted around like a model holding her arms out. I took her in my arms and tried to kiss her but she said "just put the lipstick on, babe" and hugged me. Still holding her I said "what's up?" 

She tilted her head up and with a grin "going grocery shopping, sweetheart. Need you to watch the kids for a while, OK?" She was still smiling.

With her back to the mirror I reached down and pulled up her skirt. "What do you know, a bare tanned bottom. Did you forget something?"

With a wider grin she said "did I?"

Smiling at her I answered, "I would say you probably didn't, did you? Shopping for meat are we?"

Her eyes were twinkling as she said "never know what I might bring home."

I could not help not answering "smart ass."

She picked up her purse and as she was going out she stopped at the door and turned around and pulled her skirt up above her navel. Her pussy was shaved totally bare! What a camel toe! She usually trimmed it in a bikini cut. 

"Do you think he will like it?" She was laughing as she went out.

The wait was intermeddle. I had all kinds of thoughts as to what was happening. My dick stayed half hard most of the time. She was gone about two hours when I heard the car drive in. 

I went out to the car and Cindy was sitting there with her eyes closed and head tilted back. I stuck my head in because I was extremely curious as to her condition. Except for missing lipstick she looked the same as she left. She looked at me with half open eyes, leaned over and deep kissed me. 

My wife definitely had a dick in her mouth. I could taste as well as smell the results. 

When we broke the kissing I asked "you all right?"

"Oh ya. I feel like a limp dishrag but I am very all right."

As I opened the car door and helped her out I looked between her legs to see the condition of her puss. She looked wet. She caught me looking and said "he didn't fuck me................yet. I sucked him off in my mouth. God, he can cum. Luckily he had pulled off my top so what I could not swallow I rubbed into my tits. Somehow my dick was in her hand as I leaned over and ran my tongue up under her top and licked her right tit. The pungent smell and taste immediately sent me over the edge. I came all over her legs and shoes. 

"Ouuuuu. That was quick. Good thing he fingered and ate me to two orgasms. Good thing you get excited by what I did because he gave me this."

She handed me a slip of paper with a phone number and address on it. It had an apartment number on it that I thought was about a half mile away. 

"What happened?"

"His eyes nearly popped when he saw me. He was there in a flash and asked me what he could do for me. I said maybe show me that meat he keeps telling me about he took me in the back to 'show' me. He asked another butcher to cover for him and I was so embarrassed. You know don't you that I am now a confirmed slut. He took me into an office and was all over me. He kept saying how he had wished for this as he sucked my tits and fingered me. I came hard once and he still kept on playing with me. I was laid across a desk and he ate me from asshole to bellybutton. His tongue is very talented. The second time I came I thought I would pass out. I was woozy when I felt his dick head on my lips. I think I tried to inhale him. Jesus baby, taking all I could in my mouth, I still could put both hands on him and had plenty of room to jack him. I could get his dick head in my mouth but down where my hands were it was a lot thicker. I couldn't get my fingers all the way around him. He is like a spear with a point and then it gets real thick. He was moaning and I knew we did not have forever so I did what I do with you when I want you to come. I played with his balls with one hand and played with his asshole with the other. He has monster balls, very hairy and they squirm so good. His first jet of hot sperm came flooding in my mouth and I tried, really tried to swallow it all, but about half ended up on my upper chest and neck. Sam sat down to recover and watched me rub his come into my skin. He said that was so erotic. We made a date for Saturday if you are wondering when he plans to fuck me blind so don't plan on playing golf, OK?" 

I was slowly stroking my dick as she related her adventures and said "I guess we will be playing a new game called 'fucking Cindy' on Saturday. Looks like we need to get you some lube and did you buy a big cucumber?"

We had carried the few groceries into the kitchen where we sat at the table and continued our talk. 

"How do you feel about being a confirmed slut?"

"A little embarrassed that everyone in the store knows what we were doing but excited at the same time. Sam loves my body and I felt so very turned on laying exposed and open to whatever he wanted. He said my pussy was flooded and loves tasting me. He wanted me to come over tonight and I told him I had to mind the kids. He said he would get a sitter and I told him you would really not understand that. He was really smiling at the thought of fucking me behind your back. I told him I would go out shopping on Saturday and would be shopping for big meat. "Oh by the way, there are two T bone steaks in there and he said to give you the top one. He wiped his dick on it."

"O well, meat is meat. I have already tasted his cum on you and who knows what is to come. Are you sticking with Sam only or do you have plans to 'spread out' sort of speaking?"

"Just Sam for the moment. Gerry, your buddy has felt me everywhere and done it all except sticking it in. He has been really trying to get in my pants since the party. He came over once when you were gone and I let him play with my tits. He said he dreamed about them since seeing them at the party. I sent him home with a hard on in his pants. I like teasing him. He might be a lover in the future, who knows?"

The next day went by slowly. Cindy was laying out different outfits when I got home and after my mind was in turmoil thinking about her all day I pushed her down in the middle of the bed scattering everything and buried my face in her twat. She grabbed my hair and moaned. I licked and sucked so much my mouth was getting sore. I know her thighs clenched at least twice on my head. I was so turned on that when I slid my dick in her wet puss, I was throbbing. 

Cindy was on her knees and I was watching my dick pull her vulva in and out. She said "enjoy it sweetheart because by this time tomorrow I expect it will look like I just had a baby. I am going to take as much of him as I can and he will definitely be deeper in me than anyone ever has."

I suddenly had a vision of her twat stretched around a big black cock pulling her inside out and instantly I unloaded in her. I slept like a log and when I got up the shower was running. I made breakfast for the kids and then for us. Cindy came in her bathrobe and told me "I plan on making a day of it and maybe would be in about nine. I told him that my friends and I had a girls day out once in a while and we go home when the stores closed. If I call you don't get excited. I will just be letting you know what is going on or if I am going to be late. OK?"

"Oh ya, just have fun babe and bring the worn parts home to me." I was laughing as I said it. The tension eased a lot. 

The kids were playing so I couldn't help not watching Cindy getting ready. She spent a lot of time on hair and makeup. While she was doing that I got out the digital camera and took a couple of shots. I continued when she dropped the robe and started dressing. She put on a pair of tan thigh high stockings and black heels. 

I asked her "may I take some before pictures? It might be fun to compare them and make an album of you now and then."

"OK, how do you want me?"

"Lay back and spread your legs a little. I will take a couple of your nice, normal puss and then I will take some as you dress."

I took more shots while she apparently changed her mind and slipped into a matching lacy grey French bra and high cut lacy panties I had not seen before. The bra cupped and framed her tits leaving the nipples exposed. She looked more sexy with them on than naked. She pulled on a short, tight black skirt that barely covered her stocking tops. For a top she had a cream colored, silky top with a scoop neck. A hint of the darker color of her bra and nipples was showing through. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs giving me a great shot of my wife as a slut ready for cock.




My Wife's Secret Desire



She left at about ten AM so I was going to have a long wait. Your imagination can really run wild with you. I had a million second thoughts and jumped every time the phone rang. It was her mother one time and I nearly laughed when she asked how Cindy was doing. As nine PM approached, my nerves were popping. Every minute past nine seemed like forever. At nine twenty-seven she pulled in. I waited. It seemed like I was frozen in place. I was sitting in a chair in the bedroom when she walked in a few minutes later. 

I was relieved, excited, keyed up, worried, frustrated, scared, flushed, proud and amazed all at the same time. 

My wife had a huge smile on her face and without a doubt she had the fucked hard and put away wet look. Her hair looked like a beehive and she had soiled spots on her blouse and skirt. 

"Well, are you going to take your pictures?"

I took three quick shots. Cindy peeled off her top exposing her bare tits. The nipples were very engorged and dark red. There was a slight bruise on her neck. I continued shooting aware that my dick was hard and sticking out of my robe. She unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor. Her panties were gone just like her bra and at the juncture of her thighs and pussy she was wet. Very wet with drool running down one leg. Her legs were still sheathed in her stockings but they were a wreck. They were laddered and wrinkled plus one was about two inches lower than the other. 

"He left something for you and I pretended like I was mad because I would have to hide it from you and make some excuse. He knew I was not really mad because I said he might as well finish the job." 

Cindy turned around and on her left ass cheek was a huge hickey. I took shot after shot. 

My wife put a towel on the bed and then sat down on the end all the while watching me. She scooted back after kicking off her heels and laid down on the towel. She had kept her legs together all the time. It was so very obvious that she was teasing me unmercifully. I watched with unbelievable anticipation. It is so hard to believe I was waiting to see a pussy I had seen a million times before but was now different and exciting because someone else had put his cock in it and left his territory marked with a hickey and loads of his cum. 

Cindy parted her legs and I gasped at the redness and the puffiness. She was watching me intently as she reached down with both hands and pulled her swollen pussy lips open wider. I noted with a whirling, swimming mind that a piece of fabric was caught inside. With her hand she slowly pulled out her grey panties completely soaked through and streaked slimy with cum. She held them up to me and I took them very unsure as to what to do. I could feel the wetness in my hand and caught a whiff of odor. Her pussy gaped open and I could see deeper in her than I ever have. I was taking picture after picture. 

"Kiss it baby, kiss it. Your wife's puss is very sore, really, really sore. You have eaten your cum out of me and you have cleaned my titties of his cum. Your wife has been fucked hard and you have to make it like we both have. Come here."

I crawled up the bed and kissed her on the mouth. She had spunk breath and smelled faintly of men's cologne. I kissed both nipples and continued south. I inspected the damaged goods and could see residue of his cum just about everywhere. Some of it was dried and some still smeary. I licked her gently and she moaned. 

I looked up at her between her heaving tits and asked "let me just put him in a little. I promise to be gentle. I just want to feel the difference of your cunt after it has his spunk in it."

"OK, just don't hump me."

I ever so gently slid my dick inside her. The inflamed pussy lips were held apart and I saw her grimace. She was wide open, very loose but extremely hot. Her fuck hole felt slick with juices and I held on for just a few seconds inside that oven. I pumped a pent up load inside that well used twat.

"More cleanup for you."

I went back to licking her. 

"Give me the panties and come to bed."

I watched as she straightened the lacy, soaked panties out and slid them on.

I had to ask "why?"

"Because I enjoyed him and want to keep some of his seed on me tonight. How nasty and delicious is that. I have repressed being wicked for a long time and now I can be. I want you to lay up next to me and snuggle up to my ass. You can press your dick up against my wet ass until we wake up. Maybe we will be stuck together with his cum. How sick is that?"

I did just that. I slid my limp dick up under her panties and up in her ass crack. 

Holding on her left tit I asked her "how many times did he cum in you?"

"Four, and once in my mouth. The last time was about an hour ago."

"Did you take him all?"

"No, but I took most of him."

"Maybe next time"

"Ya"

"Do you want to fuck him again?"

"Oh ya, I came so much I can't remember how many times. Feeling him spray my cervix with his hot cum is an instant orgasm. Don't worry sweetheart, he is just a play toy. A big one, a huge one, but a sex toy."

"Feel like a virgin?"

"More so. He fucked me once walking around standing up. I was impaled on his cock and that was the deepest I felt him inside. I though I was going to split in two. I had the hardest orgasm ever. He said I passed out. Oh, and don't get upset but when I came to he was taking pictures of me. I told him it was OK. Why not, he had me as anyone ever has. No secrets. Maybe he has a brother or friends."

"Why the panties stuffed up you?"

"His idea. I liked it. Said he wanted me to soak in his baby juice while I went home. He thought I could get cleaned up before bed and keep the scum inside. He said if I pretended like I was very sleepy I could keep it in all night and you would not know. You do know and I like what I am doing with it better. Now your dick is soaking in his cum too."

"Anything else besides the pictures?"

"Like what?"

"No secrets."

"He likes to mark his woman. He tried to put one on my neck. I stopped him but had to agree to one on my ass. My nipples feel like big hickeys. He has suction cups he put on them that make the nipples stand out twice their size. He loves big nipples. He would nibble on them and make me squirm. I can't believe I let him do that. After the first time we had a shower and cleaned up to go out for lunch he made me lick and stick my tongue in his butt hole. Is that nasty enough for you? I can't believe I did that either. Did you ever think your wife could do that?"

My dick was hard again.

"Shit."

"He played with my butt too. Said it is the sexiest butt he has ever seen. He plans to cum in it one day. He took lots of pictures of me. You guys and your pictures. He has some of me really wicked. After I let him take the first pictures each time he came in me he liked to take the shots of my filled pussy oozing his sperm. He would wipe his dick on me and in my hair and then have me clean it with my mouth. He asked me to play with my pussy and his cum. Liked to see me lick it off of my fingers. Honey, I never told you but I have always had a fantasy of being raped and made to do all kinds of nasty things. It wouldn't work with you but it does with him. I sucked him after lunch while we were riding in his car. I know he paced a semi so they could watch me do it because they blew their horn a bunch of times. He pulled my skirt up after they blew the horn the first time. I didn't have my panties on then. He put one of my legs on the dash. You can imagine what they saw. I sucked on him a lot but he only came once in my mouth."

I was sliding slowly up her butt crack inside her panties. 

"Anything else?"

"He wants me to talk you into getting my nipples pierced. He said he had a guy that will do it and do my clit at the same time. I don't know if I want that yet. Maybe just the clit. He says it would keep me aroused all the time. Something deep and dark inside me wants to be spread out wide open for some guy to pierce me, hurt me while doing it with my lover. "

I had a little orgasm. I felt the cum oozing around my dick.

"Ouuuuuuuu. I can feel you like some of the sex play ideas. You approve of me being slutty?"

"I can't believe this happened all in one day. I love my slut." 

"Love you, too. Said he would like to see my belly swell too and you know I don't like being Prego. He is a big nasty bull of a man. Just different, that's all"

"Good night, slut whore."

"Good night, scum sucker."