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 To say my wife was pissed off was an understatement.  She isn’t one that shares her ‘meal’ if you catch my drift.  Once I emerged from the shrubbery and noticed my wife standing there, I knew I was going to catch hell.  I didn’t know if confession was going to be good for the soul, or a life sentence.She had a mix of hurt and anger I hadn’t seen in quite some time.  In fact, it was the last time she caught me that I got that same kind of look from her.  Apologies seemed hollow and vain, but I tried.  My poor dick was tucked so far up my crotch, I felt completely emasculated.Dinner was served, as usual, hot and delicious.   There was very little conversation, which wasn’t a good sign for me.  I had hoped she might just drop the matter as a lapse in judgment, but I wasn’t counting on that.She ate very little, then disappeared to Cebeci Escort the bathroom.  An hour or so later, she emerged completely different.  She had a smile and glow about her.  She had on an exceptionally short skirt and a very light, almost transparent blouse that left very little to the imagination.  Then she told me she was going out for the evening and not to wait up.After cleaning up the kitchen, I sat down in front of the TV, recounting the day’s events.  I was angry with myself for being cavalier and careless, but not for the act of cheating.  Interesting, I said to myself.A couple of hours later I received a flurry of pictures from some bar.  Then, she face-timed me, showing me a shot up her short skirt and the fact she was riding commando.  I have to Çıtır Escort admit to becoming highly aroused at the sight of my wife’s hairy pussy showing up live on my phone.  As my cock hardened, and I rubbed it, the screen wobbled a bit, and a man’s hand slid up her thigh midway.  She parted her legs to accommodate his advance, and he responded with a firm squeeze to her inner thigh.There was ample background noise, so it was difficult to make out all of what was being said, but I could make out her cooing in delight as his hand disappeared between her legs.  She opened wide enough for him to slide his hand under her.  The way her hips jolted, told me he had pushed at least one finger into that hot, wet pussy of hers.I had my cock out by now, stroking it as I watched Demetevler Escort a complete stranger finger fucking my wife.  Of course, she never showed his face or hers for that matter.  I watched intently as she rode his probing fingers until she came in his hand.  Her cry was loud enough to make sure I knew she had cum for him.Gradually, he slowly withdrew his cum sticky fingers, smearing her cum along her inner thighs.  Her body was electrified and she moved forward as if trying to recapture his fingers.  He caressed her inner thighs as they swayed back and forth.  His index finger repeatedly brushed along the tender flesh between her swollen lips and upper thighs.She readjusted her phone and gave me a shot down her blouse.  It’s plunging neckline showed off her nice big braless tits that pressed hard against the lightweight cotton top.  Her nipples looked huge!Then his left hand reappeared, cupping her right tit, thumb brushing across her nipple.  She shuddered as he trapped it between his thumb and finger, giving it a firm pinch.  His right hand still pried at her legs, pushing them wide enough to slip both his knees between them.  My cock was ready to explode.

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