I wasn’t really guilty of infidelity until I was—and by guilty I mean initiating the act of cheating myself. Which has been more often as of late. Like, about thrice a week. Well, you marry a well-hung husband with a well-hung best friend and tell me how you intend on taming the slutty wife within. I’ve been married to Harold and there hasn’t been a single moment I never loved his tool. Each time we make love is heaven, one of the many ways I know he loves his hot house wife very much too.
But of course my sex life’s excitement doesn’t end there. Unknown to Harold, I’ve been fooling around with his equally sexy buddy Oliver whose dick is as lovable as my hubby’s. Even since Harold and I were just dating, I’d sneaked around with Oliver many times already—fucking in the motels where Harold and I went, having quickies in his place when Harold flies to visit his grandparents abroad, exchanging naughty text messages every night…
Then the other night, our usual horny text-messaging got a little too hot that we almost tried to meet up past midnight just to fuck. Unluckily Harold was home and I couldn’t think of any excuse to go out that late. I agreed to meet with Oliver the following morning instead and—I wasn’t really sure what had gotten into him—but he insisted we do it at my place! I was shocked, but at the same time got aroused as well. So I agreed, and waited for sunrise to get my plan moving…
Harold awoke gladly to his favorite pastime: me sucking on his cock. He perfectly knows how much his hot wife loves his cock, and so he simply laid there and enjoyed his early morning treat… too much that I never stopped until he came twice. Are you trying to keep me in bed all day, he asked. I answered with a naughty smile. And my plan was only beginning. As I licked his dick clean I told him it was his special day and I had more treats lined up for him. I insisted he went back to sleep and I’ll bring him his second favorite breakfast meal in an hour, followed by his first favorite meal, my body. He happily agreed and as he went back to snoring, I excitedly went down to the kitchen… NOT. Before I held the ref door I quickly made a quick turn to the guest room and, you guessed it, Oliver was there, sitting in bed naked, his huge cock practically waving at me…
You know how slut wives get their adrenalines pumping? It’s at times like this. Us horny wives are pretty much an open book and all you need is some hot meat to get us going. I locked the door and as Oliver stood up I knelt and hungrily took his hard shaft into my wet mouth. I’ve been this hard since last night, Bina, he said half grunting. “I’ve been this hungry since last night,” I moaned on his cock. We were both so open with our lust that we just went on it like the horny adults that we were. He fucked my mouth until he came, ate my pussy until I came and fucked my pussy until then came on my face. Twice. He really is best friends with Harold!
After satisfying ourselves, I sent Oliver home, cooked Harold his breakfast, fucked with him all morning in the bathroom, then spent the evening exchanging dirty messages with Oliver…
— Sabina






