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the images I’d conjured during the hours of waiting. In the bedroom, when she took off her dress, she didn’t have her bra on and her breasts had hickeys. When she took off her panties, her pubic hair was come-soaked. Semen dripped from her hole.
    She looked down and said simply, “He came a lot. The first time there was so much, my tummy swelled. He told me later it had been a long time since he had last made love.”
    Her manner as she spoke was strange. She seemed remote as she related the details of her evening. When she got in bed, I saw dried semen matted in the hair around her face. She gave me a little French kiss, and I tasted what was obviously semen. It was almost as if she was flaunting the fact that he had come in her mouth, whereas she rarely put her lips to my dick—and then only if she’d had a lot to drink, and for a short time, never letting me near climax.
    She had told me she had a bad experience with oral sex with an old boyfriend, and in all our years of marriage I never pushed her into giving me head. Obviously she’d had a change of heart that night and given Stephen an enthusiastic blowjob.
    I sat on the bed as she described the events of the evening. After dinner he took her to a classy nightclub in a hotel not far from our house. After several slow dances and as many drinks, he drew her close, moved his leg between hers and pressed on her hips until her pubic mound rubbed against his thigh. It didn’t take long for this to really turn her on. He let his hand move from her waist to the top of her butt. When she didn’t protest, he caressed her bottom. Right then they both understood they would end up in bed.
    His hand moved so his middle finger slid down the crack of her ass. She was so aroused, she French-kissed him deeply and dry-humped him right on the dance floor. He left her for a few minutes. When he returned, he told her he had reserved a room. She said she felt a naughty thrill as they entered the elevator to go up to the room.
    As soon as they entered the room, he kissed her so passionately, she felt faint. He slipped his hand under the hem of her dress and caressed her bottom and squeezed her ass cheeks. She reached her hand to his crotch and felt his hard cock for the first time.
    This really turned her on, and obviously had the same effect on him. As his cock throbbed in her hand, she thought he would come right then. They undressed and got on the bed, kissing passionately. He moved on top of her, pressing his cock against her opening, and she was so wet, the head slipped in before she knew what was happening.
    She stopped her story and said almost apologetically that his dick was a little longer than mine and very much larger around, and the largeness almost brought her to climax as he worked his organ in her vagina.
    She had to draw her legs wide apart and pull her knees up to her chest when he mounted her so he could work his engorged dick up in her pussy. He penetrated her slowly, and when he got all the way in, they were both so excited, they had to lie still for a few minutes to keep from climaxing too soon.
    At this point, I was so turned on that I was ready to come in my pants. Gwen noticed my arousal and asked if I wanted her to continue or wait till tomorrow to finish. I got undressed and climbed in bed. I stroked her damp pussy as I told her to continue, but she asked me to stop, saying it was sensitive from the night’s activity.
    It really hit me that she was willing to fuck her boss but not her husband. She noticed my hurt look and said she would make it up to me another way. She then climbed under the covers, took my dick in her mouth and sucked me like never before, licking the head and pulling me deep in her mouth while sucking strongly. She stroked my balls and worked a finger up my butt. It was the best blowjob of my life. I shot a huge load in her mouth, the first time I had ever done that with her.
    She swallowed it with no effort, and said coyly as she moved