I guess it was a couple of months before the sex life started to wane a little again. “Give a boy a mans job” I said to myself smugly. It’s true to say that I was more that a little pleased that my rampant fuck sessions with her had all but made him redundant. It had completely slipped my mind about my wife’s lover until I realised that she hadn’t been going out to meet him. I felt a definite “shift” in the dynamics of our marriage and the result was a more fulfilling relationship for both of us. Things were very different after that night and we were fucking like rabbits at every opportunity. I can’t remember the last time we had looked so deeply into each others eyes but I knew we were back on track that’s for sure. She looked at that moment like I have never seen her look before. We lay there panting and shaking and kissing passionately, our bodies locked together. My whole body shook violently as my own orgasm exploded deep inside her aching, hot cunt. I looked down at my cock proudly, the base of my dick was covered in her lover’s spunk and it sent me wild, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Wave after wave engulfed he body and she shuddered violently, her legs tightened around my neck as I gave my final, deepest thrust. She had often complained that my endowment had hurt her even when trying to be gentle but there were no such protests now, she was being fucked by an animal and I was in control and she was fucking loving it! Her eyes widened as she reached a massive orgasm her nails dug deep into my back but the pain only made me more enthusiastic. Her legs wrapped tightly around my neck as I slammed into her and her lover’s jiz and her juice dripped off my bollocks. Her face could not hide the fear or the lust as I pumped her hot tight pussy. An evil grin spread across my face as I said your gonna get fucked by a real man now. I plunged straight into her expecting her cunt to be slack but she was far from it maybe her lover was not the “big” man I had fantasised about after all. I dropped to my knees and ripped down my own pants, she threw her legs over my arms and there was, her hot, red sopping wet pussy, freshly fucked from her lover only minutes before. She stepped back and tore down her panties I pushed her back and she fell into the arm chair. I grabbed her wrist and pressed her hand on my throbbing cock, she groaned loudly as our tongues wrestled.
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My prick throbbed angrily in my pants as I thought about impaling her. The words boomed in my head “IF SHE WANTS FUCKING THEN FUCK HER” I kissed her passionately and I could taste him as I pressed my tongue in her mouth once again I felt the rage build inside me but this time I wasn’t going to be the pathetic doormat of a husband that she had grow used to over the last few months. It had been a few months since we had had any form of sex together and I wanted her. One night, half way through what was becoming an obsessive wank session my wife arrived home, she didn’t catch me but she knew what I had been up to. The weeks progressed and the wanking became more frequent as did the visions of my wife with her lover. The feelings of excitement, satisfaction, guilt and jealousy raged through my body providing the most powerful ejaculation I had ever had. As I was shooting my load I imagined her lover fucking her and groping her tits before finally shooting deep in her pussy. As my mind flashed from one fantasy to another I found myself thinking about her getting fucked by her mystery lover who she had met again the night before. It was on one such night that, feeling horny I decided to toss myself off.
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In the beginning I totally went off her sexually and most of the time slept in the spare room. I wouldn’t ask questions, she wouldn’t let it get serious, she would be discrete, she would not bring him home, she would never refuse me sex and finally we would stay together no matter what. My wife then began a very long affair with the man who I have never met to this day.
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Everything else in our lives was fantastic but like so many married couples we had to accept that we were best mate’s not hot lovers these days. We fought, we argued, we cried, but in the end I had to accept that she was telling the truth when she told me that it was “just sex” and that I was partly to blame in the fact that she needed it more than I did. The first time my wife arrived home with a cum filled pussy after a so called “night out with the lasses” like must guys I was angry, hurt, jealous and worried that I would loose her to who ever was banging her. It’s been a long journey from being a happily married man to a cock slut and now that I have arrived here I aint going back.