1. Betrayed


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Cheating, Erotica, Incest, Wife, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Propped up on my pillows I watched my wife Angie slide the black thong up her slender toned legs. When the back of the thong disappeared between her round firm buttocks I couldn't help but wish it was me slipping between those magnificent cheeks. Casually I flipped the covers off my six-foot frame and began to fondle my semi erect penis. With her back still facing me I glanced into the dresser mirror in front of her and saw the look of disgust on her face. A look I've seen all too often lately. Turning slowly around to face me she covered her small 34C tits with the thongs matching black bra. The look she shot me with her baby-blue eyes stopped my growing erection in its tracks. "Really Jack? Is that all you ever think about," she asked me coldly. "Lately, yes," I shot back. "I told you that I've been extremely busy at the office. Not all of us are on vacation from work like you are," she said. "If it were just right now, I would understand. But baby, it's been over three weeks since you even let me touch you," I told her with a little anger in my voice. Sitting on the edge of the bed she reached out and stroked the side of my face before saying, "I know, and I promise to make it up to you. Just not today." I couldn't help wondering if I had done something to turn her off, or if it really was the extra workload she was under. It wasn't like we've been married forever. Hell, for that matter it's only been a little over three years, so she shouldn't be tired of me yet. This ...
    was the peak of her real estate season, and being the top agent in the office did come with some stress. But having to resort to whacking off instead of screwing my beautiful twenty-five year old wife came with its own set of stresses. A healthy twenty-six year old man shouldn't have to revert back to his teenage years to get some relief, that's how I felt about the whole thing anyway. I released the hold on my now flaccid cock. "Maybe when I get home tonight we can see about having some fun," Angie said, then got up and finished dressing. "Yeah," I replied sullenly, knowing that her use of the word "maybe" meant don't hold your breath buster. Wearing charcoal gray slacks with a silk maroon blouse, her short strawberry-blonde hair neatly combed, she looked down at me and blew a kiss my way. The fullness of her red lipstick covered mouth caused an involuntary groan deep inside me. Before I could say another word she left, the closing of the front door telling me that I was alone. Once again my hand found the limp dick between my legs and softly started stroking. Closing my eyes, I conjured up a mental picture of Angie's tight rear-end and felt my cock begin to stir back to life. Leisurely I let my hand stroke the shaft of my cock while daydreaming of bending Angie over and slamming into her tight shaved cunt. I don't have a porn star sized cock, but it is fatter than average and with a mental picture of Angie's ass in my head, it wasn't long before it expanded to its fully erect ...
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