My Wife is Dating Him: Hotwife Erotica
My Wife is Dating Him: Chapter 5

I stood there, stunned, mouth open ready for a yell, but totally struck suddenly silent by the scene.

They weren’t on the bed soiling it.

She was on her knees in front of him as he stood. His cock was in her hand and she was rubbing it around her lips as he grunted and ejaculated onto her face.

His cock was thick and pulsed with the power of his orgasm, each pulse sending a short stream of cum into her mouth, onto her nose, cheeks, and forehead. Crisp white puddles of cum rested on her skin and ran down to drip into her lap.

Her eyes moved to mine as she ran his bulbous head around her lips. She put her mouth over him as he finished jerking. Her suck was slow and sensuous.

He looked over at me and shrugged. ‘I couldn’t do it like she wanted. Not after hearing you out there while I was outside the door. I could tell you didn’t want this.’ sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She pulled off his cock and licked her lips. She maintained a grip on his thick shaft as she just knelt there and looked at me.

She looked… beautiful… with cum on her face. I couldn’t deny that – not with the hardening lump in my pants.

I didn’t answer him – I was busy staring at her.

He pulled up his slacks. ‘I should go.’ He moved past me and put his hand on my shoulder. ‘Thanks… I think.’

I looked at his hand.

He left.

My wife was using her finger to scrape her face clean. She licked her finger off each time. She was still looking at me, sheepishly. She put down her finger and her lower lip quivered. ‘He said he wanted to do me, but then decided not to.’

I turned my head towards the door behind me, considering his departure. Where I might have boned a willing Alissa no matter who disapproved, Sawyer had declined.

Some kind of decency? But then he had blown all over my wife’s face. Twenty seconds before, if anyone had asked, I would’ve said cumming on a chick’s face was rude.

Now I had to rethink that.

She was decisively dazzling with dripping cum on her face.

No, not rude. He could’ve fucked her on my bed. That would’ve been rude. Instead, he had ejaculated on my wife’s face. It was… a compliment.

Was I really looking at this like he had been more of a gentleman than a dick?

I shook my head.

She said, ‘Are you mad at me?’ She licked cum from her wedding ring.

I burst into movement. I reached down and hauled her up. I threw her onto the bed. ‘You were going to fuck him wearing my wedding ring?’

She looked confused. ‘Of course…’

‘You weren’t even going to take it off?’

‘No… why would I? I love you, Enrique.’

I raised her skirt with a yank and exposed her pussy. ‘You were going to fuck him right here on our bed with your wedding ring on?’

She looked confused at my anger. ‘I’d… never take it off.’ She dropped her eyes and after a second focused. ‘Are you excited by this?’

I hauled at my belt and tore off my jeans. My cock stood out, rising to full length. ‘You were going to fuck him with your wedding ring on. You slut.’ I yanked on her legs and pulled her to my cock.

‘Well, yes…’

I rammed my erection into her, hard. ‘Just like this? Fuck him on our bed?’

She groaned and moaned, ‘Yes…’

I pushed with vicious thrusts, punishing her pussy for what hadn’t happened. ‘While I was in the next room?’

She shuddered and panted.

I fucked her like I hated her. I rammed her like I wanted to ram my fist into Sawyer’s face. I ravaged her pussy with the rage I would’ve felt if she had really fucked him.

I hissed, ‘Were you wanting him to fuck you in here and kiss you?’

She moaned uncontrollably. ‘Yes…’ Her eyes rolled into her head and she bucked underneath me, almost throwing me off with her orgasm.

I mashed my lips onto hers and forced my tongue into her mouth. I smelled him then, where he had ejaculated onto her face. It was a faint aroma of tortillas. And I tasted him, too, reminiscent of fresh pasta.

She moaned through the kiss as she got off on my cock while thinking about cheating on me.

Married slut. I looked up and saw the streak of his cum still in her hair.

I roared my anger and exploded inside her, my cock throbbing with ire and power. I grunted with force as if I was pushing a truck up a hill. I slammed my cock in with each spurt driving my anger into her.

I panted and slowed, feeling dizzy with the extreme effort of squeezing out my orgasm. That drying stream in her hair made me grit my teeth and send a tickly thin stream into her in aftershock.

She reached up and touched my face. ‘I love you, Enrique.’

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