Sharing curvy wife

She got home a little after ten to find her husband on the couch, laptop on his lap, a glass of wine beside him. He closed it quickly when she walked in, the kind of quick that told her exactly what he'd been doing.

She didn't mind. She liked that he spent his nights this way. She knew it was always something related to her, to the fantasy of her with other men, cuckolding. 

He looked carefree. Just another Friday night. Not a hint of angst in him. Why would there be. She was just out with her girlfriend.

"How was dinner with Amanda?" he asked, smiling.

She ignored the question and crossed to him, kissed him on the lips, held it longer than usual.

"Let me get a glass of wine. Kids in bed?"

"They are."

She smiled, something naughty behind it. "Why don't you come to the bedroom, then. Help me out of these clothes."

He didn't hesitate. His hands found her hips, traced down over her ass as they walked, the heels of her shoes clicking against the hardwood. He loved when she dressed like this for a night out with her girlfriend.  

"Where'd you guys end up going?" he asked, making conversation.

She glanced back at him. "We didn't really do dinner. Drinks and appetizers at Polite Provisions."

It took him a second. Polite Provisions was a dark little bar near their neighborhood but away from the downtown spots. An odd choice for a girls  night catching up.

In the bedroom she pulled him into a kiss, her tongue pushing past his lips. He could taste the wine. Something else underneath it too, harder to place.

She was already worked up, her body pressing into his, the kiss more aggressive. 

She whispered against his ear. "I was a very naughty wife tonight."

His heart dropped. His stomach went hollow. The breath left him as her hand found his dick, already hard through his sweatpants.

"Take your clothes off," she said.

Even through the surge of angst moving through him, he did it fast.

She pulled her top off, unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them, left her panties on, and told him to lie back on the bed. She traced her hand up and down his bare chest, light fingers grazing over his dick.

"How were you naughty?" he breathed.

She laughed softly, leaning down to kiss him again. "You sure you want to know?"

"Yes."

She took a breath. "I wasn't with Amanda tonight. I was with another man."

She let that sit, her fingers scraping  lightly along the underside of his balls while she watched it land.

His whole body tightened, angst and arousal arriving together the way they always did. His voice cracked. "You cheated on me?"

She smiled. "I'm not sure that's the right word, when my husband is rock hard and about to lick the pussy another man spent the night fucking."

She dragged a finger along the length of him, gathered the bead of pre-cum at the tip, and brought it to his mouth. He opened for her and let her place it on his tongue.

"Not exactly the reaction of a husband who just got cheated on, is it?"

"Who is he?" he asked. Low. Not angry. Not calm either.

"A guy I met at the coffee shop." She raised herself up his body, bringing her pussy closer to his mouth, watching him press his lips to the mound of her through the thin fabric of her panties.

She kept going.

"He flirted with me and I flirted back. I'd just finished a workout, and was getting my usual coffee. He told me how good I looked in my leggings, and asked what I was up to. I told him I was getting coffee and going for a walk before heading home."

"We ended up walking together. Talking. He's tall and confident. Exactly my type. He made me laugh." She paused, watching his face. "He asked if I wanted to go out with him tonight. I said yes."

She pulled her panties to the side and let him lick into her folds.

"You didn't ask me first," he said with his face against her pussy.

"No, I didn't." She rolled her hips slightly against his mouth. "Remember last time, when I gave a  guy my number? I was so excited about finally meeting someone local I wanted to fuck. And then you got all angsty  and panicked and I had to call it off. It was embarrassing, honestly."

She pressed down harder, letting him taste everything she'd brought home with her.

"So this time I didn't give you that kind of control."

She reached back and wrapped her hand completely around his dick, stroking slowly.

"Isn't it better this way? You not in control. Me having all of it?"

She ground down against his mouth. "I don’t like to be  embarrassed, but I know you love the part where some guy in our town gets to fuck your wife and you find out after. You love that, don't you?"

He twitched hard beneath her, close, and reached down to push her hand off him. He didn't want to finish yet. Being held right at the edge felt better than the quick release would.

He pulled back from her just enough to ask, "Was he bigger?"

She laughed quietly. "I think we're past that question, baby. They've all been bigger." She paused, considering it. "He wasn't huge. But he made me come on his cock just from how deep he pushed into me. You know I can't do that with you."

He pressed his face back into her, tongue working deeper, chasing the taste of the other man still inside her. It was obvious to him there hadn't been a condom.

He worked her with his mouth until she came hard against his face, her thighs tightening around his head, her hands pressing him in.

"Did he finish in you?" he asked when she let him up for air.

"He did. Didn't even ask. Didn't offer a condom, didn't hesitate." She rocked her hips slowly. "The second we got back to his place he had my jeans down and his bare cock inside me. God it felt so naughty being out fucking him."

"He fucked me twice," she said, her voice dropping, watching his face while she said it. "Filled me both times. The second time was slower, like he wanted to feel every bit of me clench around him while he came."

She slid her body down his, lowering herself onto his dick, small in her hand, easy to take all of him at once.

"Who is he," he asked again, quieter this time.

She smiled down at him. "If you really want to know, I'll tell you. But it might be more fun if you don't, for a little while. Just know I'm out there with another man, and I'm not going to tell you until after."

She rolled her hips slowly. "I don't want to hurt you. But I also know I don't have to worry about that with you, and that's part of what makes this so hot."

She felt him underneath her, gasping, his whole body starting to shake. "We live in a small town," she said, leaning down close to his ear. "I might end up with a reputation. That scares you." She smiled. "And you love me for it."