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OPEN SESAME

It was just an ordinary weekend. I came home early Friday afternoon, got changed, fished my wife’s dirty panties out of the laundry, sniffed them, and made dinner.

I scrambled eggs with mushrooms, onions, peppers, and cherry tomatoes, toasted some homemade bread, and laid out a spread in time for Susan arriving home.

“I love it when you cook for me,” she crooned, kissing me loudly.

I like to think we reconnected as soulmates lately, since the kids have grown up and moved out. After dinner, we took two glasses of wine into the living room and watched the evening news. Susan seemed to be steeling herself for a serious talk.

“I have to talk to you about something,” she said with great seriousness.

“Sure, honey,” I replied lightly, giving her a reassuring pat on the knee, as we sat together on the couch.

“I have a crush on the new guy at work,” she began, smiling sadly.

“Okay,” I said the word slowly. This was hardly the first time she confessed being attracted to another man or woman, or admitted flirting for that matter.

“I intend to act on it,” she spoke firmly, averting her eyes.

Why beat around the old bush? “Do you want to fuck him?”

“Yeah, I really do.” She looked me square in the eye. “He’s sweet and funny and cute….” She paused. “And physically beautiful, Ricky.”

I asked, “What’s his name, Darren or something.”

“Derrick,” she clarified. “He’s Hispanic, but looks black. He’s got pretty Afro curls and he’s tall…about six foot four. You know what that means?”

“Big dick, right?”

“Well, yeah,” she said, wagging her head. She pronounced it jah like German.

“Have you done anything yet?” It seemed important for me to know.

“No, not really,” she replied, then clasped my hands In hers. “Just playing,” she called it. “I kissed him a couple days ago…”

I interrupted, “Who initiated it?”

“Me, of course,” she said. “I rubbed up against him and kissed him again the next day. Then yesterday I pulled him into the conference room and let him feel me up and today I…” She hesitated before finishing her thought. “Today I let him touch my pussy.”

“Did he finger-fuck you?”

She nodded a bit frantically. “I was so wet.”

“Why are you telling me?”

“I want to make sure you’re okay with it before I go all the way with him.”

“Are you planning to sleep with him this weekend?”

“No, honey,” she said as if it were a silly idea. “Derrick and I will have a strictly office romance, Monday through Friday, nine to five.”

“What if I say know? Will you screw around with him anyway?”

She said jah again with a chuckle. “You know you can’t get it up like you used to. You don’t satisfy me like you used to. You come once and that’s it…You know I have to masturbate to get off.”

“I know, I know,” I stammered, turning my head away. “I’m not your stud anymore.”

She stroked my cheek and looked at me sadly.

“I have one condition, though.”

Susan sat upright and nodded here head eagerly. “Sure, anything.”

“I want to know everything,” I said. “Come home to me with all the details.”

“A blow-by-blow description?” she cackled a laugh.

“Precisely,” I stated. “If I can’t watch, I want a full description.”

In Bakırköy travesti a full-bodied voice, my wifey declared, “Oh, I love you so much.”

My elderly pecker stirred in my pants.

“I need to get in shape. I’m out of practice.”

Susan leaned in and started unhitching her belt and lowering her slacks.

“Lick me up,” she commanded me, while pulling down her panties and presenting her lush bush to my tongue.

After she squirted on my face, she said she would be waxing her pussy for Derrick, who is probably accustomed to hairless ladies his age.

“You discussed your pubic hair with him at work?”

“We talk about all sorts of things at the water cooler.”

As I laughed heartily, Susan took hold of my cock and sucked on it for no more than ten seconds before I came.

Susan’s affair with Derrek kicked off in earnest the following workweek. She came home from the office and reported giving him a hand job on Monday, letting him diddle her sweet vee to orgasm on Tuesday, making his suckle her boobies on Wednesday, and giving him a quick blow job on Thursday. Finally, on Friday, Derrick ate her out in the locked ladies’ room.

“I came in waves…multiple O’s…His tongue is like velvet.”

I have to admit, every night after her tales of wanton sexual adventures at work, we either fucked like bunnies or I whacked off in the bathroom

I guess it was inevitable that hanky-panky on the job would progress to a more substantial state. Susan announced that she and Derrick were ready for a real date. Dinner by candlelight at his apartment in town. She would spend the night and sleep with him.

“Sleep doesn’t mean sleeping,” I chided humorously, disguising the pang of jealousy I felt.

Nevertheless, I was the supportive cuckold, helping her prep for her big night: preen, primp, plump, shit, shave, and shower. I haven’t quite gotten used to her cleanly waxed vagina. It looks like a zipper.

I have read that husbands and wives who cheat often do things with strangers that they will not do with their spouses. As I wrapped her hair in a towel, I asked, “If Derrick wants to do anal, would you?”

She rolled her eyes upward toward me and whispered yes.

“You need to use a condom,” I suggested.

“That’s no fun, Ricky.”

Shortly thereafter I sent my 50-year-old wife out of the house to hook up with her 25-year-old boyfriend.

“Just don’t fall in love with him, okay?”

“Oh, of course not,” she waved her hand as if swatting a fly. “It’s only sex, silly.”

Susan returned to our home and hearth mid-morning the next day. She was in good spirits, almost giddy, and quite fresh looking. I had expected her to drag her ass through the door, sweaty, funky, and smelly, maybe ripe for me to enjoy sloppy seconds.

“I showered at Derrick’s,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Well, let’s hear it,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist, thicker than it was twenty years ago.

“I wanna take a nap,” she whined. “Then we’ll talk…I didn’t get much sleep.”

There wasn’t a hint of laughter in Sue’s comment about sleep. She kissed me on the cheek in a sisterly way and trotted upstairs to our room.

She actually called me in the middle of her erotic recreation, around eleven o’clock.

“Hey, Bakırköy travestiileri babe,” she sounded cheerful. “I wanted to say goodnighty-night before you hit the hay.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I was speaking softly, as if I were trying not to disturb someone. “Havin’ fun?”

My wife’s voice came husky. “So much fun! You can’t understand how much fun I’m havin’.” She didn’t

Even sound like herself.

“Well, good,” I said, trying to be upbeat. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I felt a hollowness in the pit of my stomach.

“Love you!” she sang over the phone. Click!

After her nap, Sue came downstairs and joined me for coffee and pastries. She started telling her tale of eros right away.

“Nothing happened for a while. He had dinner ready…It was takeout seafood, pretty good actually…We ate and talked and I could tell he was plying me with wine. I told him he didn’t have to. I said, ‘I’m hot to trot.'”

“What did you guys talk about?”

“Sports, politics, music…He likes pop and hip-hop…and TV shows.”

“It sounds pretty dull and ordinary.” I nudged her in the ribs, inducing a giggle.

“Okay, let’s get down to business.” She paused to take a bite of a strawberry turnover. “Derrick took me up to his bedroom and kissed and stuff for a while. Then I asked him to undress me.”

I was surprised to hear that, since Susan was conscious of her broader hips, plumper ass, saggy tits, and love handles.

“Where did he start?” I asked, wondering if she was topless or bare-ass first.

“He worked at my zipper in back,” she explained. She had worn a dress. “He lifted it over my head, then took off my camisole and fiddled with the eyelets of my bra.” I pulled it up, still hooked, and let him play with my tits.”

“Did he suck your nips?”

“Derrick loves my big nippies.”

“So, he got you topless,” I said, as if tracking a campaign.

“He’s a kid,” she chuckled. “I was bare-breasted, but I had to tell him to take off my shoe and peds before my underwear.” She sipped from her coffee cup. “By the time he pulled down my panties, I was sopping wet. The scent of my cunt hit my nostrils and I pushed his head down between my thighs and made him eat me out.”

“First things first like you used to say.”

“So, next I undressed him. I started with his shirt and I kissed my way from his neck to his shoulders to his chest and abs…I kept peppering him with kisses as I worked at his belt, his pants, his socks and shoes, and, last but not least, I took off his boxers and kissed his big beautiful cock.”

“How big is it?”

“As big as my forearm.” She made a fist and patted her bicep.

“How many inches, you think?”

“I didn’t bring a tape measure, silly.”

“Did you suck his cock while he was eating your pussy?”

Susan nodded. Then continued. “He has a cocoa complexion, but his penis is as black as licorice. It has a leathery texture and I really love the feel of it in my mouth. He tastes good, too. More sugary than salty…”

“Who came first?” I asked.

“He shot a little in my mouth and pulled it out to mount me.” A few seconds of silence preceded, “He gave me the ride of my life.”

“How was it?” I think I surprised her with that question. “Hard travesti Bakırköy or fast or what?

Her expression changed to a certain look women take on when they morph from respectable wife and mother to a flaming whore. “His cock filled my honey pot…I took it all…and he swayed his hips while pushing it into my sweet spot…I could feel the beat, beat, beat inside my cunt…His loins smashed my clitoris and I grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed them…We kept going and going and going…I could hear my vagina splashing like a mud puddle…and I came over and over again until he gasped, arched his and finally shot his load into me.”

Susan’s face was flushed, her cheeks red, and the erection in my pants tented.

“That was the first ride,” she said clearly.

“How many times did you fuck?”

She snickered, “We sixty-nined, went from ass to mouth, cock to mouth, cunt to mouth…I lost count.”

“How did he perform?”

“It took Derrick about five minutes to get hard and come again…After a couple hours, I was exhausted and sore. That’s when I called you.”

“To take a little break?” I said sarcastically.

“Don’t get snarky.” She winked at me like her old self.

“Were you lying in bed with him while you were talking to me?”

“Yeah,” she answered, propping her chin with her elbow on the table. “He was licking my ass.”

“Did he cornhole you?”

She nodded. “A couple times. It felt like a red hot poker up my butt.”

“Did you have an orgasm or a buttgasm?”

She howled in laughter. “Both, I think. I shivered uncontrollably.”

“Did you ever go to sleep?”

“We were both pretty gamey by this time,” she confessed. “We both stunk, though I love his sweaty odor…I licked his armpits.”

Susan confirmed the phenomena of engaging in wilder sex acts with strangers than with a spouse.

“So, we decided to shower before going to bed…to sleep, I mean…but Derrick couldn’t leave me alone. We showered together. He washed my hair and sprayed the handheld nozzle on my pussy to make me jiggle like you did one time. I washed his cock and balls and ass and then he picked me up and held my legs and fucked me standing up, just like in the movies.”

“Um-hmm, so then did you get to sleep?”

There was a dreamy, faraway look on her face. “We slept in each other’s arms. I woke up and took his cock in my mouth and I fingered his asshole while I sucked him off. I took another quick rinse in the shower, dressed in my dirty clothes, kissed his ass goodbye, and came home to my ever lovin’ Ricky.”

Her ever lovin’ Ricky asked, “So, is that it. You’ve done it, fulfilled your fantasy.”

“No way, Jose! I can’t give up that dick.”

“I thought it was a one-and-done deal.”

“This romantic evening was, yeah,” she answered as if we discussing auto repair. “I’m not comfortable at his place…I couldn’t poop or pee in his bathroom…We’ll take long lunches at work, maybe come here ’cause it’s closer.”

“What if I said I didn’t want you to see him anymore.”

She gently patted my head like a pet. “I’d keep hooking up with him anyway.”

“Do you plan on fucking him every day?”

“No,” she scoffed. “Once or twice a week.”

“Aren’t you afraid he’ll fall in love with you?”

“Oh, gawd, no! He’ll meet some sweet young thing and wanna move in with her or get married and that’ll be the end of me. My time with Derrick is limited.”

“You’re gonna screw him in our house, in our bed.” I tried to sound indignant.

“Don’t worry,” she said with a hand wave. “I’ll change the sheets.”

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