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After a two week break, things started up again. The one thing I like is that she keeps me guessing. I never know who or when.

I came home from work on a Friday and noticed that she was getting dressed up, this time in a very classy way. When I asked her what she was doing? She smiled and said "I'm going out". She almost avoided any further conversation. As she was leaving, she gave me a kiss. "Don't wait up".

Off she went.

THIS was driving me crazy. Where was she? What was she doing? She left at about 6:00, at 9:30, I got a text;

"I met a new friend" Me "oh yeah" Her "gooood looking" Me "oh". Fuck! Why did she have to say that.

The next text was just a pic of her anklet. Well, I guess he knows why she's there.

I didn't hear anything for a long time. What was she doing? Was she dancing and flirting? Was she with some guy in the parking lot? I couldn't wait anymore. At 11:30, I sent her a text with no response from her. My stomach just dropped. I tried again at midnight. Nothing.

At 12:23 she sent me a pic; her panties on the floor of a hotel room. Me "where are you?" No response. That drove me crazy. At 12:30, I tried again. Nothing. At about 12:50 she sent me a pic of an opened condom wrapper. Trojan. Magnum XL. "I'll see you in the morning."

I wondered for a second if she was just making this up to get me going. Then I thought about last weekend. Nope, this is real.

At about 3:30 she sent me a bunch of pics; a pic of her bra on the back of a chair.

A pic of a mans pants on the floor.

One of a bunch of beer bottles.

One of messed up bed with a big wet spot on the sheet.

A pic of a used condom on the floor and another used condom on the edge of the bed.

The last pic was just rude. It was a condom wrapper with her wedding ring right next to it.

At about 5:30 I saw headlights pulling into the driveway. When she walked in, she just gave me a sheepish smile. She looked rough. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared and her clothes were wrinkled and untucked. She smelled like men's cologne. As I started talking, she covered my mouth with her hand. Shhh. She grabbed my hand and led my to our bedroom. She put on this really erotic sounding music. We had sex. The sex was really slow and passionate. Grinding. Except for one part. It was also the one thing I was a little unsure of. She found the edge of a boundary. She laid me on my back tied my hands behind my back (by twisting my hands within a t-shirt) and began to give me a blowjob. She then moved herself up, straddled my face and forced my to eat her pussy. The guy did wear a condom but I think I may have found my limit. I could taste the latex and lube. She wasn't really giving me a choice, she was very forceful and demanding. She was downright rude. She was also really getting off. REALLY getting off. As she was grinding my face, having one orgasm after the other, she was unleashing a barrage of the filthiest questions. "How does it feel to have a slut for a wife? How do you like eating my freshly fucked pussy!!!? Did you like watching three guys fill my pussy with cum? Eat this pussy!

It was the look in her eyes. Her tone. At that moment, I truly knew the meaning of control. Or more specifically, the lack there-of. I was dominated. Completely. 100%. I had no control.

There seems to be no end to the dirtiness. That may be why all of this is so hot.

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