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A Husbands Fantasy Becomes A Wifes Reality

(there is a lot of lead up to the good stuff. please bare with the story. It is definitely, "pull your own pants down" worthy)

We are your average married couple with kids. We rarely get a chance to go out much just as a couple and I can't even remember the last time we even got to spend an overnight at a hotel just me and my wife Jennifer. Because of this, we usually take turns going out. Her one week with her friends and me one night catching a game with one of my buddies.

Our sex life is fairly limited due to our kids and the fact that our sleep schedules have become different over the years. She's an early to bedder and Im the late night couch guy. When we do have the oppurtunity, the sex is very good. It can become routine but I enjoy it. Sometimes Im not so sure she is completely satisfied though as far as emotionally. I admit there is a lot more that I could do. It's tough sometimes but I need to make a concerted effort to become more aware of her immediate needs. She has not been with many men in her life and I wonder if she ever gets curious about other men. I have asked her if she ever fantasized about other guys before and if she would ever have a MFM. That question is usually followed by a quick "no, I would never do that", and thats that. She is truly the one woman I have ever been with that I sincerely know she would never stray. I think that's what makes me love her so much. That faith.

It was Friday and this was her night out. Her 5-6 hours of fun for the month. Jennifer and her friends were going to TGIF's for dinner and some drinks. She left around 5:30 while I was feeding the kids. No, this is not the part in every usual story where I say for some reason she was "dressed to kill" (laughing). She was wearing a simple blouse and skirt and heels that barely got off the ground. She was wearing a thong underneath which was usually her panty of choice anyways and that was my arousal for the evening, although I was the only one who would know it.

About 15 minutes after my wife left my mom called and asked when I was bringing the kids over for them to babysit. She must have misunderstood Jennifer earlier in the week and thought we were BOTH going out. I explained what was really happening and then continued to have dinner with the kids. As I was eating I started to think about taking my mom up on her offer and surprise Jennifer at TGIF's. A chance to get some great "good husband" points with her and her friends and also a chance to maybe have a little sex tonight! I dropped the kids off and then came back home to shower and get ready. My parents only lived a few miles away so I was good on time. As I washed my hair, I thought of a few "scenarios" to surprise my wife with. Not being able to decide on anything, I brought a blanket, vibrator, bottle of wine and some other "sexy" items that I dusted off from our love collection and packed them up. I figured doing it this way, I would at least be able to decide on what "fantasy" we could try when we left TGIF's. Maybe even get a room!

As I was about to leave, the phone rang. It ws Jennifer. She must have been on her third glass of wine and having great "girl talk" because she thanked me for tonight and that she really needed this time with her friends. My plans were dashed. I could tell she was more tipsy than normal and told her she better not leave until she was sober enough to drive and suggested that she stop drinking now because she knows how she gets with wine. She promised me she wouldn't drive and would get a ride if need be or that I could pick her up if the last resort. That meant an extra trip to get the car the next morning but better safe than sorry. So I dropped my "fantasy" bag and sat down to watch some boring NBA game on TV. At least I had a semi evening alone.

After 2 painstaking hours of missed jumpers and lazy defense, I decided to hit a local Wal-Mart and get some things for the house. It was only 10:30 and there was a store nearby that didnt close unti 11pm. As I strolled the aisles getting my things, I started to think about my wife. Although she thought she was too heavy from children, I still found her very attractive. She is 5'6'', about 170lbs and dark hair. Still very, very cute. When I checked out and got back to my car, I decided to still surprise her at TGIF's. For some stupid reason I had thrown the "fantasy" bag in the car before I left just in case so now my mind started to wander on HOW I could come up with something sexy.

I came up with a "backroad" plan where I would lay down the blanket I had and make love to her right on the hood of the car. Somewhere where we might even be seen. Driving to the restaurant, my dick started to become erect just thinking about my wife and taking her on some dimly lit back road.

When I arrived at TGIF's it was around 11:30. This was perfect. I could either arrive just in time to catch her leaving and my sex plan would work or I could be the hero to her friends and drive a too drunken wife home, saving one of them a trip out of the way. As I circled the lot, I found Jennifer's car and knew she was still inside. Or maybe her car was here and one of her friends had already left to take her home.

I checked the bar area first and then slowly walked around the restaurant to see if they were still here. I checked every inch of the place and they were gone. I asked a waitresss if she had seen a table of 4 ladies in their 30's and she siad that they just left 5 minutes agao. I had just missed them and probably passed them as I was coming in. Just as I turned to walk away from the waitress, I saw my wife Jennifer come walking out of the bathroom. She turned and started to walk to the front door. I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't want her to see me in an attempt to sneak up behind her and scare her. I was on the opposite side of the restaurant, so she couldn't see me. Jennifer walked out the door and she was visibly drunk by the way she reached at what must have looked to her as 2 door handles. Within 20 seconds of her leaving, the front door opened again and it was her. I was still at the opposite side of the bar when she came back in and she looked extremely mad for some reason. She approached the bartender and asked if there was a lady waiting for her and he told her no. She turned to the couple to her right and the 2 guys to her left and asked the same question. When they both gave her the same response, she started to kinda flip out. I guess because of her drunkeness, she had mixed up signals with her friends and they must have thought that I was picking her up.

As this was going on I quickly grabbed a seat on the other end of the bar behind some sort of video game and decided to get a kick out of this for a few minutes before springing out of nowhere and saving the day! The lady of the couple to her right seing her ring asked, "can your husband pick you up?" Not knowing I had dropped the kids off, Jennifer said, "that means he would have to drag the kids out of bed and it's almost midnight." Seeing that my poor wife had had enough, I decided to make my approach but stopped before I even got a chance to get out of my seat when one the guys to her left said, "where do you live? If it's not too far we could give you a ride." Showing his wedding ring to my wife, the second guy said, "don't worry, we are married too and Joe here can vouch for us", pointing at the bartender. Joe nodded in agreement. I was stunned when Jennifer took more than 10 seconds to turn down their offer.

She was very insecure about how she thought other men looked at her or better yet, the LACK of looks she thought she did't receive. She quickly turned them down with a cute, "thank you so much but Im not sure if that would be the right thing", and the 2 guys nodded in agreement. She then picked up her phone and started to dial. I quickly realized that in seconds the phone in my pocket was about to ring, revealing my presence and in one quick motion I slipped my hand into my pants and hit the silent button on the side of my cell.

"Honey, this is Jennifer. I screwed up and got left here at TGIF's. Please pick up, I need a ride. Please pick up the phone." After 3 attempts and basically the same message, she slammed the phone down and got pissed at me. At ME? I was sitiing right here all along! For her. Granted she didn't know that. After talking quietly, the lady of the couple turned to Jennifer ans said, "we can give you a ride home after we finish our drinks here. That would be no problem at all, no disrespect to you guys", looking at the 2 guys. "Oh my god, thank you so much. That would save my life right now." One of the 2 guys tapped Jennifer's arm and offered her a drink. "Since you turned down the ride, will you accept an innocent drink before you leave." Feeling relieved, my wife accepted and excused herself to go to the bathroom again.

I know it was only a drink but I was pissed. Although I had the fantasy of watching my wife with another man, the same unoriginal fantasy every married guy has, I was still jealous and getting a little pissed. Yeah she was just getting a drink and not a ride but i still felt a little burning inside my gut. I decided to go sit in my car and wait until she came out with the couple and then grab her and take her home. I admit I was acting like a baby at that point. 20 minutes passed and the front door opened and the couple walked out. I opened the car door, got out and saw that there was no Jennifer coming out behind them. Wine makes her pee, so I stood and waited for her knowing she was probably in the can again!

I could not have been more confused that evening when I looked as the couple drove away. The same couple that was taking my wife home. I approached the front door and as I got it halfway open my heart hit the floor as Jennifer was sitting next to the two men, with another FULL glass of wine. Laughing and going on as nothing had ever happened. Her back was to me when I entered again. One of the guys gave me a non-concerning glance and had no idea I was the husband of the lady they were drinking with. I walked right into the bathroom and stood there in front of the mirro, comtemplating what I was going to do. Leave and take a chance of her getting hurt by 2 strangers or stay and look like a complete idiot.

I decided to resume my seat at the bar. I was still completely hidden and all that the three of them could hear from me was me ordering a drink. I was totally out of view from them. After slamming half of my drink in less then 2 seconds, I leaned in so I could hear more clearly what they were talking about. The guys were giving her the same old typical BS lines. The ones I have given before. "Oh, so you really have had 2 kids. Wow, you don't look it." That went on and on for a few more minutes and Jennifer responded with a school girl giggle ever time one of the guys threw a cock tease steretypical line at her. Yes, the burning inside my gut had now lit on fire. If Jennifer wouldn't have put her glass down at that moment and say, "Ok guys, I am definitely ready for you to drive me home before my husband thinks I'm dead", I think I would have jumped over the bar punched the two guys out and then eventually gotten my ass kicked.

"One more...come on. Pleaseeee." Another futile attempt to get in the panties of one of the most moral women on the face of the earth went astray as Jennifer told them, "no guys, I really have to get going. Maybe I should have taken the ride from the couple. I will call a Taxi if there even is one this late at night." "No, no. We will take you home. Please excuse our bad manners, it's just that you look so nice, we probably said things we shouldn't have." Jennifer looked relieved as she put on her coat, grabbed her purse and walked out the front door, with two very horny, attractive guys staring at my wife's ass following.

I decided to follow the three of them all the way home and then arrive right behind them. This would be perfect. I would have leverage on my wife for at least a year! They drove away and I followed, feeling like some sort of spy or private investigator. We drove through light after light and I kept my distance. There was really no need for me to stay close since we were all going to the same place, our house. As I pulled into our driveway for the second time that night my heart sank as there was no other car in the driveway. I saw the light on in the kitchen so the guys had already left. Trying to think of things to say as I entered my house, I said nothing as I entered an empty kitchen. Ahh, she ran into our room got undressed and into bed in hopes I wouldnt catch her coming home. She had no idea that I knew. When I entered an empty bedroom, now I started to get scared. I remembered that I had left the kitchen light on when I left in case Jennifer got home before I did.

I ran upstairs, yelling "Jennifer are you home?" At this point all my anger was gone and I just wanted my wife to be there safe and sound. It made me sick but all I could think of was being one of those husbands who you see on television, pleading in front of 20 cameras for some abductor to "please, please let my wife go. We have children." Showing hope time after time, when deep inside you truly knew there wasn't any and she was gone.

I ripped my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed her number. It rang and rang and no one answered. 4 times. 5 times I called and still no answer. As I drove back the same way I came from TGIF's, I started to picture the two men. They were pretty big and there was no way that my wife, expecially a tipsy Jennifer could outrun or fight them off. It was now almost 2am and every stop light I came to at that point I ran before it turned green. I reached for my cell phone again and while I was dialing my wife's number, I noticed the "new voice mail" symbol in the upper right corner of my phone screen. I furiously dialed the voice mail and it was Jennifer. "Hello honey. I finally did get a ride home but I'm at Julie's house right now. I reached her and she was right in the middle of a movie so Im here now and were are going to finish the movie and talk for a while. Im probably going to be pretty late. I am so sorry. I will definitely make it up to you, wink, wink."

What the hell?? I knew my wife was lying. I hit the gas and didnt care if a cop pulled me over. I stopped paying attention of the guys vehicle just minutes out of the restaurant so I had no idea where I lost them. When I got back to TGIF's the manager was just locking up. I jumped out of the car and he must have thought I was robbing him since he started to try and reopen the door to get back inside. I quickly explained as I threw my hands up to show him I was not going to harm him. He caught his breath and said they had not come back asfter they left. I asked if he may have heard where the gentlemen were staying and he said that he didnt. The bartender had been listening to our conversation from his car and offered that the 2 guys left a matchbook on the bar from a local hotel and that I should maybe look there.

He didnt recognize me from earlier since it was dark but I could see that the bartender was giving me an "oops, she got caught", look on his face from inside his car. He remembered the hotel and after he gave me the name, I jumped in my car and sped off. A thousand feelings were running through my body and to my disbelief the one which involved her being with another man seemed to take over. You see, I think I missed that type of jealousy in our relationship. Good jealousy I think is needed and with Jennifer, she never stirred a jealous bone in my body. Until this very moment. I was minutes away from their hotel when I spotted the guys car in a parking lot of a small local bar. Ok, I know my wife would never do anything with these guys but the fact that she even agreed to stay out for more drinks was absolutely wrong. No more if I fantasized about it or not in the past. It was just a fantasy and pulling into the lot where the guys car was parked made that more of a reality than ever. I could never ask my wife to do that. I thought to myself, "just go in there, get her, bring her home, play a little jealous and have some great sex."

I parked the car and started to walk towards the bar, passing the guys car on the way. As I passed, I noticed that the windows were steamed up. I quickly backed away from the car so as not to be seen in case anyone was still in there. The car started to move back and forth. Gently at first and then picking up motion. Horror went through my body s I leaned over to look in the side window. Inside was one of the men and he was fucking a lady with a red top on? It wasn't Jennifer.

I turned quickly and walked fast towards the entrance of this small bar. Like earlier before, I could see Jennifer talking at the bar with a full glass of wine, this time laughing with only one guy for obvious reasons. As I stepped towards my wife to finally end this mayhem, the guy reached across and drove his tongue deep inside Jennifer's mouth. I was standing 15 feet right in front of my wife, watching her take another man's tongue in her mouth. From the way she accepted him so smoothly and without any resistance whatsoever, it was safe to assume that this was not the first kiss they enjoyed together since they left TGIF's.

They kissed for what seemed hours, days. Too see another man work his mouth so diligently inside of my wife's like they have been lovers for years, stirred up alomst every emotion inside of me. Once again I played spy and stepped quickly to the side as not to be seen. It was a small bar but a big crowd. As I hid behind a jukebox, a man walked by me brushing me on the shoulder. It was the other guy! No girl following him in though. He walked up to Jennifer and the other guy, talked for a minute or two and they all got up and headed for the door. I turned as they passed me. I could have yelled out loud and my drunk now horny wife would never have heard me since she was so affixed on the handsome stranger escorting her out the door.

As they got in the car, I lagged behind them. The steam had subsided from the windows so I could see clearly inside now. One of the guys held the door for Jennifer and followed behind her into the back seat. The guy that was kising my wife moments earlier. The other guy who had been fucking some bar slut earlier it seemed was the driver. He stumbled for his keys and started to open the front door and stopped. He closed the door and then began to open the back door climbing in to join the two in back. A light from the parking lot gave me an almost clear view as I watched both of them take turns on Jennifer's neck, making sure to hit every spot which they quickly learned drove her more wild than the kiss.

Her head leaned back against the backseat head rest as one of the men continued his seduction on her neck while the other guys head disappeared in front of her, undoing her conservative blouse.. I just stood there like a statue watching my wife be taken to a place I know for sure she has never gone before, all the while people were walking by in and out of the bar. Looking at me with confused looks. Like some sort of schoolyard voyeur.

The man in front of her, undid her shirt and slowly started to lower it down over her shoulders and past the top of her back. Exsposing what i knew where her engorged breats. Having her breast sucked and licked was Jennifer's favorite foreplay. I think at times she enjoyed it more than the actual sex. They wasted no time, taking a breast for themselves, sucking and licking my wife's tits in their backseat.

A group of young college kids walked by the car and rapped on the windows after noticing what was going on in the backseat, unaware that the slut in the seat with those two strangers was the wife of the man who had been standing behind them, watching for the last ten minutes.

Jennifer quickly pulled away from the guys and gathered her blouse back over her shoulders in a futile attempt to hide what she was having done to her. I could see all three of them talking and the guy who was driving got out and jumped into the driver's seat and started the car. I walked quickly to my car, started it and waited for them to pull out. A right out of the lot was going towards home and a left was going towards their hotel room. I found myself muttering outloud. "Take a left, take a left."

As they pulled into the hotel parking lot, I once again saw my wife being ravaged by the mouth of her soon to be lover. They went right from the car to the side entrance. I almost went crazy because I realized that if I didnt get close enough to the three of them, that the door would close and before I had a chance to get in, they would be settled in their room, lost, nowhere to be found, heard or seen. I scurried from my car in an attempt to catch them before the door closed but to no avail. I now had to either wait until someone came in or out or use the front entrance. I had seen that they had taken a right after they entered but that was all I had to go on. No idea which floor or which side they would be on. After a couple of minutes I couldn't wait any longer. I ran to the front entrance and slowed my pace just long enough to get by the front desk. As I left the lobby I started to jog to the area of the hotel where I last saw my wife been led away in the arms of two complete strangers.

I arrived at the exact place where I was left out in the cold before and tried to somehow think of how I could find them. I decided to check each and every room in the place. Lowering my ear to every door to listen for the familiar moans of pleasure coming from my wife's lips. This time the source of pleasure was not by my doing. As I opened the stairwell door to the second floor, and heard that familiar sound just slightly up the stairs above me. My god how I loved to hear her cries of pleasure. The innocent but sexy moans of a woman who tries to deny what she is feeling but cannot hold her feelings in once she reaches a certain point. I stepped forward enough to see more clearly the three people above me on the steel stairs. Jennifer was bent over the outside railing, with her head turned back once again accepting this time the second mans tongue while he looked as if he was rubbing her from behind under her skirt. The first man had resumed his love lock on Jennifer's breasts again and if it were anybody but her turned on husband standing below them they would have called security.

I positioned myself to get an almost clear view of my wife. Her thongs had been completely removed. Probably in the parking lot earlier. I now realized that the two men were very likely working and rubbing her pussing as I stood and watched them at the bar along with her neck and breasts. My God Jennifer must have been so wet at this point. To just get a feel of her is all I wanted. Although I had a very clear idea of what state she was in, I longed to touch her, for I knew this was the hottest she had ever been or probably would ever be.

The man kissing and rubbing her pussy had unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock. Oh my God he was going to take her right there in the stairs and there was nothing Jennifer could do about it. He positioned himself behind her. Still kissing her passionately as Jennifer's neck strained to keep a hold of his mouth with hers. It was like she demanded he have his tongue in her mouth if he were going to stick his manhood inside of her. She wanted to feel the warmthness of his mouth as his hips slammed up against her ass, driving every inch of his cock into her pussy.

He readied his hard prick behind Jennifer and their mouths could not lock anymore due to the force my wife's body was taking from the man driving every inch deeper and deeper behind her. Nothing I had in my "fantasy" bag that I prepared earlier was even close to what I was seeing unfold above me in that stairwell. His pace steadied but continued furiously on my awaiting wife. The other man walked up a few stairs ahead of my wife and her lover and positioned his front side near Jennifer's mouth. A mouth that moaned total pleasure awaiting what was going to be offered to it next. He also unzipped his pants and without hesitation, Jennifer fought threw the pounding she was receiving behind her and leaned her head towards his crotch, giving him full access to her soft lips.

As my wife opened her mouth in anticipation of his hard cock, her tongue started to probe the head of his shaft while he leaned into her. He seemed surprised by the flicking and swirling of her tongue on him and continued to keep enough distance, squeezing the base of his own cock so she could continue her assault on his now enormous tip. His cock was now saturated with my wife's saliva and Jennifer moaned deeper as to tell him to give it all to her. My wife was not the fondest of sucking a man off but at the right moment during passion she became a seasoned pro, knowing how to work every inch you could give her and this man quickly found out as he offered it all to her. Her head bobbed up and down on him sliding his manhood in and out of her mouth in perfect unison with every stroke she was receiving from the man fucking her from behind.

I could barely make out the mans face but from his heavy breathing I could tell he was close to cumming from the mouth fucking Jennifer was giving him. As quick as he got to orgasm the door behind me opened. I shot around to make it look like I was walking out the door, playing the part of a disturbed hotel patron who cam too upon this public display of animal sex on the stairs, shaking my head in disgust. A man coming upon the three above may have been curious enough to get a closer look, scaring Jennifer into realizing what she was doing and send her running down the stairs and into the night. A woman appeared though and she quickly turned and left when she saw what they were doing.

I followed her out the door to ensure that I would not be seen again and stood near the lobby entrance as the upset woman quickly entered the elevator this time taking a more quiet route to her hotel room. I figured Jennifer would come rushing out the stairwell and out the side entrance, now demanding the ride home which she was offered hours ago. A ride in which was delayed by the seduction of two strange men. After 5 minuts had passed, I then knew that the two men must have quickly calmed my wife down and kept her passion high, taking Jennifer back to their room to finish her off. They were gone but I was not going to give up. I had to see her, at least hear my wife again, even if it were for a split second more.

I opened the door and entered what was now a silent stairwell. Yes, the men had taken my wife back to their room. There was no chance now, after being caught on the stairs, that Jennifer would resume her sexual trio outside the concealment of a room. I entered the second floor like a cop on a stakeout. Slowly creeping around every corner, surely being viewed by the security cameras as some sort of stalker, which in reality I had become. As I placed my ear up to each and every door on the floor in hopes of hearing my wife's cries for more, my head sunk with each room echoing only a TV show or guys talking about their night out.

My wish had come true though on the 4th floor, 5 doors down. As I placed my hopeful head against room number 405 the sounds of my wife inside the room became evident. They weren't simple moans anymore. "Oh please fuck me harder, yesss, fuck me harder" came hammering from inside. I could hear the men talking to her. Louder and louder. Asking her what she wanted in hopes of having my wife shout back to them, "I want your cock, please, both of your cocks." For me to stand here for one more minute would have surely landed me in jail for the evening, so I stepped away from the door. How could I continue to be part of this? I stepped to the adjacent room and knocked on the door. I knocked and knocked and no one answered. I reached into my pocket and pulled out what money I had on me and ran down to the lobby.

I did not care what the desk clerk thought when I asked if room 403 was available. Amazingly my dick became harder than it was already when the man behind the desk answered, "yes, that room is available. How many for the evening?" I threw the money at him as I said, "Just one". Within moments I had a door key card and was running back up the stairs, hoping that the two men still had more in store for my wife.

I entered the room and immediately went to the wall adjacent to 405. The voices and sounds were crystal clear compared to the semi-muffled noise trying to penetrate the solid wood door. The bed must have been right up against this wall because it shook my room with every thrust that Jennifer was receiving, just inches away from my face. I could only picture the scene next to me. Was one of the men on top of her and the other next to her? Was one watching as his friend took his turn penetrating my lovely wife? Things became dead silent and it was over. Yes I got to hear a few more moments of my wife being fucked but i realized that I could spend the rest of my life, listening to her cries of passion produced by another man.

I could hear voices talking but I couldnt make out what they were saying. Was Jennifer know crying. Realizing now what she had done. I heard one of the men say, "are you ok? Just let me know and I will stop." Then I heard Jennifer say, "It's ok. I'm ok. Slowly. Slowly." After hearing my wife repeat these exact words three times, I heard a scream that I have never been witness to from her. Her words od passion became clear screams of complete pleasure. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God." It was like she had hit the button on a prerecorded tape she made. Over and over she kept screaming those words. "Is it ok, should we stop?" one of the men asked her again. "Yes, keep going, don't stop. Please don't stop!" Jennifer demanded from them.

I could only think that one of the men had penetrated her ass. Something she did not like at all. She did however fantasize about a double penetration and from the sounds of her screams and from what sounded like two men in motion on the bed, it could have only been that. Although I wasn't sure, the reality of my wife now being double pentrated by them was way to evident. They had now given Jennifer everything two men could offer a woman and she was accepting it with her entire body. This woman in the other room was completely different than the mother of 2 that I kissed goodbye at 5:30 before she left. My wife had become the property of these two men and they were taking advantage of every inch of her now sexually uninhibited body.

The three of them went on for about another half-hour. The double pentration had ended and each man took turns on Jennifer's pussy until they finally exploded everything they had onto her body. As the last moans from one of the men came bellowing out the room became silent again. No more screams from my wife. No more demands from her two lovers, telling her to take all of their cocks. The question "do you want this cock" which was muttered over and over by both of them had now become a memory. I grabbed my key card, zipped up my pants and left room 403, scurryiong back down the stairs to check out before my wife came back down. As I was signing the checkout form, I even wondered if she was even going to come back home. It was a silly thought and one produced by a brain that had gone through quite a rollercoaster ride since first opening the front door to TGIF's earlier that evening. She was a deidicated mother and a loving wife and as I left that hotel lobby, I knew I would be seeing her again soon.

I knew that she wouldn't leave that room without taking a shower. As I lay down in my own bed, free of that hotel smell and complimentary bible in the side table I had a little more time to think about what just happened or what could have happened when I decided to leave. As I started to fall asleep from mental exhaustion, the bedroom door opened and in the darkness I could see it was Jennifer. She took off her blouse, skirt and heels. She unclasped her bra and gave out her moan of relief as her breasts became free again from their silk prison. She slid into bed next to me wearing only her thong, clean from anything that the two men might have left on it during her ordeal since it was most likely removed earlier in the night in their car. She reached over to kiss me on the cheek and said she was sorry for being so late. I wanted to leap out of bed and start yelling from the top of my lungs, "how could you have done that to me, our kids?". But I didn't. This was a woman who truly loved her family. Who had put her trust in me over and over again when at times I didn't deserve it. What she did earlier with those two men was totally for her and that's all I ever wanted from my "fantasy"...her total pleasure.

I turned to her and she started to kiss me. It was obvious that her body was still feeling the effects from the intense sex she had endured at the hotel and in the parking lot. Her legs were still quivering as if she were out in the cold all night. I knew exactly why and I was never going to tell her that I knew. As we kissed, she started to work her way down my stomach and towards my once again erect cock. This was exactly how I pictured it in my fantasy. Her being with another man and then finishing me off with her mouth as I picture another man behind her. This however was no longer a fantasy but rather a reality. I stopped her on her way down, grabbed her close to me, gave her one more passionate kiss, told her how much she meant to me and just held her until we fell asleep in each other's arms.


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