Sleeping with a slut wife.

I heard the cab turn into our cul-de-sac and its headlights lit up the darkened room when it pulled into the drive.

I listened to Wendy struggle to get her key into the door but I remained frozen in my chair, the incriminating photos laid out on the coffee table before me.

She finally got the door open and I heard her sliding along the hall, obviously using the walls to help her keep steady along its narrow confines.

I reached across to switch on the floor lamp just as she passed the open door and her cry of shock at the sight of me sitting in the lounge was the one small pleasure I'd had in what had been a very long night.

"Steve!" she stammered as shock turned her face red, "What are you..."

"Working late again?" I interrupted quietly, striving to sound calm and in control.

"Yes, I had to..." , she began before looking down at her skin tight cocktail dress and heels.

"Actually", she began again, "I had to..."

"You look beautiful", I acknowledged as I nodded towards the stack of photographs on the table, "These pics don't do you justice."

Wendy's legs seemed to turn to jelly as she realised the top photograph showed her kissing her boss on the dance floor of a nightclub somewhere and if I hadn't already been moving towards her I wouldn't have been able to prevent her hitting the floor.

"Steve, I..." she gasped breathlessly as she stared in horror at the A4 sized print.

"Steve, I...how did...I didn't..." she mumbled breathlessly as I continued to hold her up, my hands grasping her upper arms.

"How long?" I asked quietly.

"Steve, it isn't like..." she began as she screwed up her eyes an instant after tears began to course down her cheeks.

"How long?" I asked again and couldn't resist giving her a gentle shake to help focus her thoughts.

"Not long...tonight...was first..." she began but stopped as she watched me shake my head slowly.

"You might need to check out the date stamp on some of the other photos", I whispered close to her ear, "Before you decide which story to tell."

"How did you get those...?" Wendy whimpered quietly, "Where did...?"

I placed my mouth roughly upon hers and tried to kiss her, tasting a night's worth of margaritas and cigarette smoke before she wrenched her face away from mine.

"Don't", she pleaded tearfully, " I need you to listen carefully to me."

Shock was sobering her up quickly but she was still slurring her words slightly and she was trembling from either shock or fear.

"Steve I..." she started again but I placed two fingers in my mouth and gave a low whistle.

Wendy's eyes bulged from her face and she sagged against me as the kitchen door opened and one of my close mates walked shyly into the room.

"What...Steve...what is he...?" she stammered as Paul walked behind her and pulled her towards him in a tight bear hug.

"Steve, please, I..." she whined again before I placed a finger upon her trembling lips and shushed her softly.

I met Paul's eyes and nodded at him before I thrust my hand between Wendy's legs, pawing roughly at her groin. I grasped the flimsy material of her knickers between my fingers, noting the dampness of the garments.

"Please Steve, don't..." she began but broke off quickly in a strangled gasp as I wrenched the panties from her body.

I brought her torn underwear up to my nose and breathed in deeply, the familiar smell of my wife's cunt mixed in with the reek of another man's semen.

"Not even a condom?" I asked in genuine surprise.

"Steve, I never planned to..." Wendy snuffled through the tears but she stopped abruptly as my stiff fingers forced their way passed her sticky lips and plunged roughly into her moist pussy.

I thrust my fingers deeply into her, coating them liberally with the sticky contents of her recently fucked cunt.

"You dirty slut", I stated calmly, as I withdrew my well-lubricated fingers from inside her, "I know your boss isn't the only guy you've been fucking."

I watched her carefully as guilt swam across her face and I allowed her head to fall onto her chest, unable to look me in the eyes.

"I'm sure he won't be your last either", I continued, "But it never occurred to me you let them fuck you unprotected!"

"Not always!", Wendy blurted out, "Sometimes it just happened without..."

I placed both sticky fingers against her lips and when she stopped talking, pushed them gently into her mouth, rubbing them across her tongue. She twisted her head away from my hand but I moved my hand with her, refusing to allow my fingers to be spat from her mouth.

"Did you suck his cock tonight?", I asked conversationally, "Did you let him cum in your mouth as well as your cunt?"

My fingers prevented Wendy from replying but the flush of embarrassment was answer enough.

"Show me", I hissed softly as I placed my fingers into my own mouth and sucked at them noisily, "Show me how you let other men cum in your mouth."

"Steve, please..." she pleaded as tears coursed down her face and she shook her head rapidly, "Steve I..."

Paul released Wendy from his bear hug and I grasped her by both shoulders before she could move away, spinning her around to face Paul and placing enough pressure on her that she slowly sunk to her knees.

For a long few seconds the three of us stood in a silent tableau, before Paul unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles with a huge grin plastered across his face.

"Do it", I commanded firmly as I placed the palm of one hand on the back of her head and steered her towards Paul's stiff, wagging cock, " Show me how you suck off other men you dirty little slut."

Paul grasped his cock and steered it unerringly towards Wendy's trembling lips, pausing to meet my eyes as its head rested lightly upon her tightly closed lips.

"Suck it", I repeated as I nodded at Paul and watched as he forced his cock into her mouth, my hand still resting upon the back of Wendy's head. I pushed forcefully at Wendy and heard her gag as Paul's cock touched the back of her throat.

I moved away from Wendy and saw Paul place both hands on either side of her head, sliding her mouth rhythmically over his thick shaft.

"You fucking slut Wendy", I muttered again even as I slipped out of my jeans and moved so that my own erect cock was wagging prominently in Wendy's flushed, tear streaked face.

Wendy refused to meet my eyes as she continued to suck Paul's cock but she raised one of her hands and wrapped her fingers smoothly around my dick. After a couple of tentative tugs of my cock, she placed her free hand around Paul's cock in a similar manner and then effortlessly switched cocks until she was enthusiastically sucking mine.

I closed my eyes in pleasure as she ran her tongue across the head of my cock while her fingers fondled my shaft.

I opened my eyes in time to see Paul place his hand on top of Wendy's to slow her down.

"You ready?" I asked with a smile and was met with a wink and a sheepish grin.

"Swap" I ordered again, "Let him cum in your mouth."

Wendy's glistening face registered a moment of anger before spitting out my cock and engulfing Paul's in frustration.

"Oh fuck" Paul drawled slowly as her fingers worked upon his cock while her lips and tongue worked it from behind her glistening lips.

"Fucking slut" I uttered again but my fingers were wrapped around my own cock and I was moving my hand in time with Wendy as she worked upon Paul.

"Fuck!" Paul gasped as his body stiffened and he pulled Wendy's mouth deeper onto his cock.

I heard a strangled gargle come from Wendy as Paul shot his slippery load into her mouth, some of it sliding thickly down her throat.

"Don't swallow yet!" I shouted and could see rivulets of semen escape from her lips as her mouth filled up with Paul's sticky white semen.

Paul continued to thrust himself into her mouth as globules of cum slid down Wendy's chin, dripping onto the silky material of her dress.

Ribbons of semen dripped from Wendy's mouth and Paul's cock in equal measure as he pulled himself from within her and I cupped her chin in my hand, forcing open her mouth so I could clearly see its contents.

Her teeth and lips were smeared with sticky semen and as I lifted her chin higher, I could see puddles of the stuff pooling on her tongue and towards the back of her throat.

I placed my index finger into her mouth and played with the cum upon her tongue.

"Swallow it", I said as I released her chin, watching her gulp down the sticky cocktail.

It took Wendy several tries to clear her mouth of Paul's cum but as I hauled her to her feet and shoved her back firmly up against the wall, I could still taste it clearly on her lips and tongue as I kissed her deeply.

"Steve, don't. We need to..." Wendy began quickly but she became silent as I ripped the dress from her shoulders and flung it to the floor, leaving her pinned naked to the wall by one arm while my other grasped her knee and yanked her leg up until it curled around my lower back, her thigh hooked lightly on my hip.

I ran one hand along the inside of her thigh before fondling her cunt, no longer surprised to find her pussy so wet it was literally dripping upon my hand.

"You're loving this you fucking whore!" I bellowed as I shoved three fingers into her hot, dripping cunt.

Wendy's face was flushed bright red and streaked with shiny cum and sweat but she met my eyes and tilted her pelvis towards me so that my fingers slid even deeper into her.

"So", she whispered petulantly, "Fuck me like I'm a whore then. Fuck your slut wife!"

I'd slapped her before I even realised I'd raised my hand and the gun-like crack echoed around the room as my brain slowly registered the horror of my actions.

I was still formulating apologies in my head as she slowly turned her face towards me again and used the tip of her tongue to lick away a droplet of blood from the corner of her mouth.

"Fuck your slut wife" she repeated slowly and her eyes glistened with something other than pain or shame as she arched her pelvis forward until my cock was tight against her cunt.

I leaned into her quickly and my cock slid rapidly into her wet and slippery pussy, forcing a moan of pleasure/pain from her bloody lips.

I reached behind her, grasping her ripe arse in one hand, pulling her deeper onto my cock.

"Fuck me", she whispered dreamily as I thrust myself violently into her, feeling her body move with me, maximising the depth of my thrusts into her.

Her head dropped onto my shoulder moments before she sank her teeth into my flesh and hung on as I thrust myself into her. We rocked together in synchronised harmony and I could feel small tremors moving through her vaginal muscles as we fucked up against the wall.

"This slut likes to me fucked from behind sometimes" she whispered as she released my shoulder, with a painful tug, "Reckon you're up to it?"

I swung her around hard enough to give her a blood nose as her face was mashed into the wall but I felt her push her arse into my groin and whisper that "I quite like having my tits squashed too."

I forced my cock back into her cunt and began to thrust as one hand grasped her hip to pull her tightly onto my cock while the other mauled her tits, their nipples hot, stiff and perky.

We fucked like this for perhaps twenty seconds more before I felt Wendy stiffen under my touch while the strong muscles of her vagina closed tightly around my shaft, forcing me to come two or three thrusts after her own climax.

Wendy slid gently down the wall leaving a smear of blood in her wake until she lay comfortably at the foot of the wall. I knelt down beside her and gently wiped a mixture of blood, semen and sweat from her lips and flushed cheeks.

I licked some of the mixture from my fingers before painting her beautifully full tits and perky nipples with it.

Wendy caught my eye and smiled through a pink mask of watery blood. We both turned towards where Paul sat on a chair, his cock already stiffening gamely as he gazed with open lust at my wife's naked body, covered in a thin sheen of glistening sweat. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as Wendy dipped a finger into her cunt, using my dripping semen to coat the full, blood engorged lips of her vagina.

"I guess the charade is now over", she grinned as she reached for my flaccid cock again, "Ready to see what your slut of a wife has been doing behind your back all these years?"

I'm not sure if my single tear was one of happiness or sadness, but there was no ambiguity in my cock as it stiffened in anticipation.