Having now reclaimed my wife, I pulled my still throbbing cock out of her, pausing to watch my load (and what was left of his) slowly drain from her now gaping pussy. As I retrieved her black panties from the floor, my hand felt the now cool reminder of where she had been just before she returned home to me. I wadded the panties up for her to use in catching the remainder of my load and watched as she used them like a rag to clean herself. We were both exhausted and collapsed in bed, fully satisfied.

“Would you tell me about what happened tonight?”, I asked. “I am not sure that would be a good idea. Are you sure you are ready to hear that?”, she said. Assuring her I was ready for the details, which she needed to hear multiple times, I asked her to tell me what happened when the left the bar.

Arriving at his home, they had a glass of wine on the sofa. She said they really didn’t finish the wine and started making out almost immediately. Who made the first move? Her. By leaning in to kiss him and rubbing her hand on his chest and down toward his cock. She said it was already hard when she got there and by then he was kissing her neck and squeezing her right breast with his hand, which got her pretty excited.

Unbuttoning his pants, my wife reached in and pulled out his cock. It wasn’t a particularly impressive cock in terms of length, but it had quite a lot of girth and was cleanly circumcised and straight – not bent to one side or anything. Just a nice, normal albeit very thick cock which she struggled to get her hand around but which also felt nice in her mouth as she began to kiss and lick and swirl her tongue around the head—the same tongue she had been kissing me with earlier.

As she moved up and down on his cock with mouth, her jaws growing tired from the near hyper-extension required to accommodate his girth, she began to move her hand up and down the shaft of his penis while occasionally pausing to lick and kiss his balls and run her tongue from his balls to the head of his cock in order to add enough moisture to overcome the friction of skin on skin contact. As she licked the length of his shaft from bottom to top, she paused to tease the small, super sensitive V-shaped area just below the head (called the frenulum by anatomists—who knew?), making him ever more eager for her to continue.

As she sucked, he gazed at her body, touching her ass under her dress, squeezing her cheeks and rubbing her crotch which was now growing warmer and wetter by the minute, the wetness now apparent through her black lace panties. After a few minutes of this, he began to moan and grabbed my wife’s head. As he thrust upward he began to pump his load into my wife’s mouth. First a tiny spurt as he tried to hang on and delay the inevitable. Then a second larger spurt as he lost the ability to delay any longer and then one, two, three and four thrusts upward accompanied by one, two, three and four giant gushes of hot, salty semen. All of which was deposited into my wife’s eager, waiting mouth as she squeezed his cock with her hand and continued to jack him off into her mouth, ensuring every drop of cum was extracted. When it was clear that he was finished, with the cum still in her mouth, she teased the sensitive little V-shaped area again with her tongue as she slid his cock out of her mouth and swallowed his load with a big smile on her face. It was the first time my wife had another man’s cum in her mouth or swallowed another man’s cum since just after we met—when she was still dating someone else but claimed to be single.

After a few minutes of recovery, a few more sips of wine and a few giggles about what had just happened, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, depositing her on the side of the bed. Pushing up her short, black cocktail dress revealed her sexy black panties. As she leaned back and arched her back, he quickly removed them and dropped to his knees. Ever self-conscious about the size of her pussy lips, my wife put her hand over her crotch to block his view, but he quickly removed it and plunged his tongue inside her, using his fingers to spread her large lips. As he began to gently lick, my wife helped him get the right position by pulling herself more open in an effort to provide access to just the right spot. As he began to lick, he inserted a finger inside her. First just one. And then two. Coordinating the licking with the thrusting of his fingers caused my wife to moan and pant with pleasure while soaking his face with her juices. After a few minutes, she lost control, orgasmically thrusting her pussy up towards his mouth while pulling him into her by the hair of his head.

As soon as her orgasm subsided, he rose to his feet and pulled my wife toward the edge of the bed and toward his waiting cock. Plunging it inside of her, my wife said she could feel her pussy stretching a bit to accommodate his ample girth. Then he began to pump as he reached for her neck with his left hand and began to choke her. This detail was shocking to me as it is not something I do to my wife. And I think it was something that my wife found a little shocking too because she had not been choked out properly during sex since before we met. (Again, this is not something I knew anything about so that was also shocking!). But, at any rate, the hard, semi-rough pumping combined with his hand on her throat quickly caused her to have a second orgasm. As soon as my wife’s second orgasm occurred, he quickly pulled out to avoid losing his own load.

Pushing her to the floor, he pulled my wife’s cocktail dress over her head and tossed it on a nearby chair. As she began to suck his cock, cleaning her own juices from it, he removed her bra and tossed it on top of the dress. Her rock-hard nipples now in view, he began to play with them as she sucked his cock, keeping it hard and ready, but not allowing him to finish.

“Would you like to fuck me from behind?”, she asked. What man is going to say no to that? Moving to the corner of the bed, my wife bent over and reached between her legs, gently guiding her lover’s cock toward her readily waiting pussy. As he entered, my wife could again feel the jaws of her cunt opening wide in order to accommodate his thick cock which now felt even thicker now that it was engorged with blood and even longer because of the angle at which he was now fucking her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him as he thrusted deep inside. Pumping and getting more excited, he started rubbing up and down the length of her spine, pushing her deeper into the bed. Leaning forward as he fucked her, he brushed her long, dark hair aside and began to lick and kiss her back.

By this time, my wife was moaning and panting again and hanging onto the covers for dear life as the full weight of his trim, athletic body collided with her ass, pushing her forward with each thrust. To keep my wife from going forward so much with each thrust, he grabbed her hair and started pulling it in a rhythm opposite his thrusts, guiding her body deeper onto his penis with each pull. Faster and faster he pumped. “Oh shit!! Fuck me harder!”, my wife moaned as she lost control and descended into yet another orgasm, shoving herself back onto his cock even harder. At this, her lover could not constrain himself any longer and his cock began to explode for the second time of the night. This time it was deep inside her, contracting time and again as it spewed his hot jizz deep inside my wife’s wet, sensitive, pussy.

Collapsing on to the bed, now both fully satisfied, they were quite pleased with themselves. It took me a long time and quite a few questions to get this information out of her. But I am glad I pursued it. My wife is a quite a woman. She’s so polite and soft spoken. She’s so petite and pretty. You’d never look at her and guess how much experience she has with men, the skill that she has in pleasing them or the desire that she has to do so. But everyone has to have a few secrets. That’s what makes people interesting.