That Freshly Fucked Look

You've spent the past half hour sitting in your living room. You could have watched TV. You could have been on your phone. You skipped all of that, though, in favor of listening to your wife and her boyfriend have sex in your bedroom.

You would have preferred to watch, of course. You would have preferred to listen from outside the bedroom door, even. You were instructed to wait in the living room, though, so that's what you did.

Now it's over. The sounds of sex have died down. You're waiting for the bedroom door to open, for your wife to emerge, for your part of the fun to begin.

Finally it happens. The door opens. You turn your head. A few seconds later your wife appears in a satin robe. Her hair is tousled. Her smile is a bit hazy, like she's still recovering from the brain melting orgasms she had with his cock inside her.

She saunters over and sits next to you. Her lips find yours. She draws your tongue into her mouth as your hand moves to her breasts and caresses them through the soft satin of her robe.

"Thank you for waiting out here," she says softly. "It means so much to me that you're willing to do this in the way I need."

"It's my pleasure to do as you desire," you reply. "Especially when it comes to you and your boyfriend."

She smiles. "I like having him in our bedroom. It makes it better."

"Was the sex good?"

You know the answer to that question, of course, but you like to hear it.

"The sex was great. The sex is always great. He always fucks me so good."

You kiss again. Her tongue enters your mouth again. It moves slowly and seductively, luring you into an even deeper state of desire. Her fingers caress the outline of your cock through your jeans. Her touch fills you with excitement as you wonder if you'll be granted the pleasure of being inside her.

"I want you," you say.

"I know you do," she replies.

She stands and unties her robe. It falls open and you stare at her breasts, at her stomach, at her pussy.

She reaches out and guides your head between her legs. You lick her. You lick the pussy that another man just fucked. You do so while stroking yourself through your jeans. Your dick is hard as a rock.

"That's good," she says softly. "Lick the pussy that my boyfriend just fucked. Show me that you still love being a cuckold. Show me that you want me to keep seeing him, to keep fucking him, to keep pursuing my pleasure with him."

You can taste the sex. You can taste the condom they used. You can taste her juices. You're pretty sure you can taste a bit of sweat. Perhaps the sex was even more vigorous than usual.

She pushes your head from between her legs and you look up at her. Her eyes are alive with desire. Her tousled hair is somehow even sexier than before, perhaps because now you have the taste of her freshly-fucked pussy on your tongue.

"Can I fuck you?" you ask.

Sometimes she lets you have her after she's been with her boyfriend. Sometimes she doesn't. You always ask, though.

"No," she says. "He's going to have me again. I'm going to let him have me without a condom, though."

You stare up at her. "Really?"

She nods. "You can have me afterwards."

She guides your mouth to her pussy once more and you resume licking her.

"That's the only way you'll be allowed to have me from now on. Any time we have sex my pussy will be filled with his cum."

You very nearly climax in your pants. You moan loudly enough that it should be perfectly clear to your wife that you're enamored with the idea of being relegated to sloppy seconds sex.

She steps back, bends over, and kisses you. "I'll be back in a little while. Then you can fuck my messy pussy."

She walks away. She enters the bedroom. The door shuts. Her boyfriend moans soon after.

You close your eyes. You picture them having unprotected sex. You imagine what it's going to feel like when you enter her sloppy, cum-filled pussy.

You can't wait for your first sloppy seconds sex.