The Scent of Another Man

Your wife goes out with her friends once or twice a month. They tend to go to a club - or two - to spend the night dancing, though they always do a little bit of drinking, too. You know she does a little bit of flirting - you love that she's so flirty - but she's never come home smelling so strongly of another man.

"Did you...did you dance with someone else, with a guy?" you ask as you step back and admire how good she looks in the slinky halter top, short skirt, and heels she wore for her night out.

She looks a little sheepish as she holds your gaze for a few moments and then nods.

Your heart rate picks up a little. "Is this the first time you've danced with another guy?"

She shakes her head.

If it's not the first time she's danced with another guy, why does she smell so different tonight? Why does she have the distinct scent of another man all over her? Why is it practically oozing from her pores? Did she do something more than dance with another guy? Did she go from flirting and dancing to doing something a married woman shouldn't do?

"How...how did you dance with him?" you ask. "Was he close?"

She nods, steps towards you, and then spins around. She reaches back, takes your hands in hers, and places them on her waist. She gently presses her ass into your crotch and begins to move as if a song with a slow, seductive beat is playing.

"Is this how you danced with him?" you ask.

"Yes," she says softly.

You picture another man's hands on your wife's waist. You picture her gently grinding her ass into his crotch like she's doing for you. You picture him getting hard just like you are. "Did he get hard for you?" you ask.

"Yes," she answers as she takes your hands and moves them up her body until they're grasping her breasts through the halter top.

"Did he touch your breasts?" you ask.

"Yes," she answers as you get harder.

You play with her breasts. She's not wearing a bra and the top's fabric isn't particularly thick. You might as well be fondling her naked tits. He might as well have been doing the same thing.

"Did it feel good?" you ask.

"Yes," she answers.

Your wife turns her head and looks into your eyes. She smiles seductively and kisses you. Her mouth opens and her tongue slips between your lips. She starts grinding her ass even faster.

"Did you kiss him?" you ask.

"Yes," she answers. "And he was just as hard as you are. I could feel his cock pressing into me. I could feel how badly he wanted me, how badly he craved me."

You kiss again. You feel a desperate kind of desire as you share that kiss. It's a deep, abiding need.

"Did you do more than kiss him?" you ask.

She looks into your eyes for a few moments and then smiles, bites her lower lip, and nods.

"What did you do?" you ask.

She spins around and kisses you. It's wildly passionate and her hand moves between your legs. Her fingers find your cock and she strokes you swiftly through your pants.

"Did you play with his cock?" you ask.

"Yes," she whispers. "He was so hard for me, and he was so big. I couldn't help but play with it." She smiles as you tremble from the pleasure swirling through your body. "Do you want to know what else I did with him?"

You nod.

Your wife takes your hand and leads you out the front door. You're utterly confused until she opens the back door of your SUV and climbs in. You follow and the moment the door shuts her lips find yours. She strokes your cock a little and then unzips your pants and frees your stiff shaft.

"You went to his car?" you ask.

Your wife smiles and nods. "Do you want to know what I did in his car?"

"Yes," you answer.

Her head drops into your lap. The astonishing warmth and wetness of her mouth engulfs your cock. Instantly you think of your wife offering her mouth to another man. You think of her sucking his cock just like she's sucking yours. You think of her in a stranger's car giving a blowjob and it turns you on like you've truly never been turned on before.

"Fuck, baby, that feels so good," you say.

Her head pops up and she smiles. "That's the same thing he said."

She returns to blowing you a moment later. Her fingers move up and down your spit soaked shaft along with your wife. Images of your wife's head bobbing up and down in another man's lap fill your head. The pleasure is intoxicating.

As she's sucking your cock your wife lifts her skirt, exposing her ass and the thong she wore tonight. You reach down and grab a handful of her flesh, causing her to moan around your stiff dick.

Again her head pops up from your lap, but this time your wife straddles you. She pulls her panties aside and guides the head of your cock into her pussy. She sits down on it and you moan. She smiles and kisses your neck as her wetness engulfs your shaft.

"You fucked him?" you ask.

"I did," she replies. "Just like this. I got on top. I took him inside me. I rode his big cock. I came all over it."

She rides you. You grab her ass and help her do it. You kiss as she bounces on your cock. Your tongues entwine. She moans. You imagine her moaning as she's kissing another man while his cock is buried inside her. You imagine your wife fucking another man in his car and it fills your entire body with a deep, wonderful sense of lust.

"Baby, I'm close," she says. "Cum for me."

You think of her uttering those words to another man. You think of your beautiful wife with another man's cock inside her. You think of her riding him wildly in the backseat of his car.

"I'm cumming," you say as an orgasm unlike any other rips through your body. The pleasure is intense and perfect. She cums too, grinding her clit into your pelvis and milking every last bit of pleasure from your cock in the process.

You kiss deeply as you both experience the joy of a great climax. She remains in your lap with your dick buried deep in her pussy. It feels like an utterly perfect moment and you want it to go on forever.

"I was thinking I'd go out with the girls next weekend, too," she says.

"You should definitely do that," you reply. You can't wait to do this all over again.