Chapter 3

Ending B ... continue from the first page...

“Yes, well, I’m still drenched with your hot cum. I’m keeping it nice and warm for lube later, knowing my Ryan. He’ll want to bone me as soon as I walk inside, barely giving me time to shut the front door behind me before he slides into home plate. He’ll want to feel every second of another man’s jizz on his dick as he fucks my used cunt.

“Once he realizes just how hot and horny this makes me, just like him, he’ll want you to bang me as often as you can. He’ll want me to put my pussy on tap for you. Well, news for me, it’s been on tap for years now. Always your cum slut, just as I said. Anytime and any way you want it, papi,” Liz told me with a last, searing kiss as we prepared to part ways.

“Want me to call you an Uber?” I suggested.

“Nah, I’ll just call Ryan, have him pick me up, suggest that we try dogging somewhere, and give him your sloppy seconds. I’m still a bit horny, and now the margaritas have me in a somewhat adventurous mood, too. Good luck with you and Aurya, anyway, babe!” Liz waved goodbye for now.

To put it mildly, I stared at her back as she walked away. As the saying went, I hated to see her go, but loved to watch her leave. Those lovely buns, hips, and legs were pure sex and we both knew it. Hell, Ryan, her fiance, clearly knew it as well. Any chance to resume our affair, make it nice and hot and heavy, so much the better. The knowledge that she still squished around with my cum and that she didn’t have her panties on anymore only made things even more intense with her. Steve the waiter now owned that pair, but Ryan would probably assume that I did.

With any luck, that would excite him more.

An hour and an Uber later...

I walked inside my house, still smelling like Liz’s juicy twat, of course, only to be greeted by Aurya and her luscious lips. It was a very steamy kiss indeed, her lust for me undeniable as she closed the door behind us and began stripping naked on the spot. It wasn’t much longer before I was nude as well and found myself balls deep inside my good lady wife with even more passion than usual. Clearly, the fact of brazenly fucking my ex-fiancee in such a fashion was a turn-on for my luscious blonde wife.

“Damn, Aurya, babe, what got into you?” I played it a bit coy, knowing or guessing the answer as I said.

“You fucking know what did! You fucked your ex! Reclaiming sex time, honey! I want that dick deep, deep inside, soaked in Liz’s pussy juice. Fuck, yeah ... do me good and hard! Hump your wife! Take me like I need it!” Aurya urged me to really pound her good and rough, not that it took much to convince me to do that.

I bottomed-out pretty fast after she said that, of course, my cock throbbing as it reamed her really good missionary-style. We made out as we fucked in the foyer, my dick sliding furiously in and out of her dripping wet gash and my tongue invading the hell out of her mouth. I pulled out long enough to pick her up and carry her to the loveseat, where I bent her over and started taking her from behind. Her ass was her best feature, though far from her only attractive one.

“Fuck, yeah ... fuck me every bit as hard as you fucked that lusty Latin ex of yours! She wants more of you? Good, but she’ll have to share, just as she used to, except that now she’s the other woman and I’m the main squeeze! I’m your missus now!” Aurya laughed as she took me as far inside her body as humanly possible.

Her whole form shook with the sheer extent of her imminent release. My adorable Assyrian beauty of a wife knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. She wanted a mind-blowing orgasm and she wanted sloppy seconds from Liz ... the two were closely linked in her mind, at least this time. If she reacted like this to me fucking one ex, maybe I shoud fuck more of them.

I could think of a few, if I could ever find them, such as Mrs. Thorne, who banged me right on my eighteenth birthday during “detention,” just three weeks before I graduated. There was also Maria Russo, my high school sweetheart, who broke up with me because I wasn’t Catholic and her parents didn’t approve of me. I heard that she got married, but I didn’t know much else beyond that. I half-wondered if she knew about my cheating ways, but that was another issue.