Using the Creampie Inside Her as Lube

"Let me get the lube," you say.

You're naked and in your bed. Your beautiful wife is naked except for a pair of sexy black lace panties. Your dick is hard and you're eager to fuck her, especially after a stressful day at work.

"Actually, I don't need it," she says.

You turn towards your wife and watch as she slips a hand into her panties and plays with her pussy a little. Her fingers are slippery with fluid when she pulls them from her underwear.

You're stunned because your wife always lubes up before you fuck her. It's been that way for as long as you can remember. Even back when you were dating she'd need a little bit of lube to get things going.

At first, it worried you. You wondered if you were doing something wrong, if perhaps you weren't turning your wife on enough. She told you that she's always been that way, though, and you had no reason to doubt her so you stopped worrying about it.

"Wow," you say with a smile. Foreplay wasn't any different than it usually is, but you must have done something differently as your wife is wetter than she's been in a long, long time. "You're so wet. That's...that's incredible."

She smiles and gently runs her fingers over both her nipples, leaving them wet and shiny with her juices. She looks at you and bites her lower lip in a remarkably seductive manner. You crawl closer and take one of her nipples in your mouth. Your tongue dances over her erect flesh as you lick up her juices, which taste surprisingly salty.

"Mmm, baby," your wife says quietly as she runs her fingers through your hair. Her moan is soft and beautiful and it makes your dick throb just a little harder before you switch to her other nipple and clean it in the same manner. "That feels so good," she adds.

You reach down and rub her pussy through her panties. You feel the heat and wetness through the thin, soft lace and once again you're elated at how turned on she seems to be.

"I love that you're so wet," you say. You know it's not your fault that she needs lube each and every time you have sex, but it really does feel better knowing that you've somehow managed to turn her on to the point that she's soaked.

"Mmm, me too," she replies. "Though, there's something you should know."

You look up and see a naughty smile on her face. "What do I need to know?"

"I'm not wet for the reason you think I am," she says.

"Oh...why...why are you wet?" you ask.

"Someone...someone else made me wet," she answers while reaching out to caress your face in a manner that feels remarkably tender.

Your pulse quickens as you continue to rub her pussy through her panties. She smiles as her hand rests on your cheek for a few moments before moving to the back of your head. She pulls your lips to her nipple and you take it in your mouth, once again flicking your tongue back and forth over her erect flesh.

"I had lunch with our new neighbor," she says. "We both got the mail at the same time today and we ended up chatting a little. He invited me in and cooked for me...and...well, we had a glass of wine with the meal, and another glass afterwards...and one thing led to another."

Part of you simply can't believe it's true. It seems impossible that your sweet, beautiful wife would actually cheat on you. Part of you can't believe that you're not angry.

"Did you...did you have to use lube with him?" you ask. You're not sure why, but it's the first question that popped into your head and you're desperate for the answer.

"No," your wife says. "My pussy got wet for him. In fact, my pussy was wet for him before he even kissed me. It was wet for him as we sat on his couch and talked while enjoying the wine. I was so wet I could feel my panties getting soaked."

"But...but you said you've always had to use lube. You said that's just how your pussy has always been," you reply.

"I know," she says. "But it wasn't that way with him. My pussy...my body...it wanted him. It was desperate for him. So when he leaned in to kiss me, I let him kiss me. I let him...I let him have me, baby. I let him fuck me. I let him fuck my wet pussy...and it felt so good."

You don't entirely understand the way you feel. You know you should be angry. You know your wife just betrayed your marriage. You're not, though. Your body has responded far differently, in fact, because you're massively aroused.

You move between your wife's legs and take her panties off. You sit back on your knees and stare at her exceedingly wet, messy-looking pussy. "Did he...did he cum..."

"Yes, he came inside me," she says. "I didn't make him wear a condom. I...I couldn't. I just wanted him...I wanted him so badly. My pussy wanted him so badly. It wanted to feel his bare cock. It wanted to feel him cum inside me. So I didn't make him wear a condom. I let him have me bare. I let him cum inside me."

"So now...now you're lubricated...you're lubricated with his cum," you say.

Your wife nods and you crawl closer. You shower her taut stomach and her perfect, perky breasts with kisses. The head of your stiff cock rubs over her pussy lips as she moans. Your lips find hers and your tongues mingle as your wife guides you inside her.

You fill her wetness with one deep thrust. She wraps her legs around you and holds you close as your cock is quickly surrounded by your wife's wetness and the neighbor's cum.

"How does my pussy feel?" she asks softly.

"It's...it's incredible," you reply. "I don't know why...knowing that he...that he came inside you...that my cock is...that your pussy is full of his cum, it makes it so much hotter. Is that...is that crazy?"

"No," she replies. "It's beautiful. Now fuck me, baby. Enjoy my wet pussy."

You fuck your wife. You fuck her wet, cum-filled pussy. You think of her having sex with the neighbor. You think of how her pussy got wet for him, how her body practically demanded that she give herself to him.

You know what it says about you. You know that it means that your fears of not being able to arouse your wife were well-founded. For some reason, though, you're turned on by the idea that another man - the neighbor - turned her on so massively that she had to cheat on you.

"Will you fuck him again?" you ask.

"Yes," she answers without hesitation. "I have to, baby. I have to have him again. I can't...I'm sorry, but I can't resist."

You cum inside her as you think of her fucking him again. You don't want her to resist. You want her to have what she desires, and you absolutely want to fuck her again after he's filled her with his cum. Luckily for you, it seems that your wife is more than happy to meet that particular need, and to do so over and over and over again.