Chapter 3: Eating cream pie

Di left around six in the evening. I went online then and posted photos of her, adding that she was out that night getting fucked for me. It was all I could do to stop from jerking off, but I wanted to wait for when Di came home. She finally did, around 11:00. I was in bed by then, naked, stroking myself but not coming, waiting for her. When I heard the garage door going up I almost came, but I didn’t.

Di walked into the room with a silly grin on her face.

“I hope you were serious,” she smiled, “because your wife is now officially a slut wife!”

“Come here,” I said, my cock throbbing. “Show me.”

Di walked over to the bed, and I could see a gob of cum sticking to her neck, along with some in her hair. Standing next to me she raised her skirt and said, “I did as you requested, baby. See all that gooey wet stuff? It’s another man’s cum.”

“Take off your blouse and skirt. Leave the rest on, and get into bed. I want you to straddle my face,” I said, and she did it.

She dropped the skirt and blouse onto the floor, then climbed onto our bed, on top of me, one leg on either side of my neck, her wet panties inches from my face. I could smell her essence ... and his ... as I raised my face to suck her through the thin lacy crotchless panties.