By the time John came out of the ensuite later that evening covered barley by a towel he was met with a sight he hadn’t seen for a long time. Wendy was laid on the bed, legs spread wide, dressed only in her stockings and heels, gently thrusting her biggest dildo into her pussy. He could see her juices had coated the fake cock, his own starting to swell at the vision before him. They hadn’t spoken about this morning as they sat and ate tea, they never did, and he hadn’t asked after the house viewing either but he curious now as to why Wendy was putting on such a show.
“Did you fuck him babe” he asked bluntly, Wendy not shocked as she expected the question. She shook her head no and kept fucking herself as she saw him search for another question. “Then why the show, not that I’m complaining” he added as he climbed up onto the bed and between his wife’s legs. “I’ll tell you after you’ve fucked me” she snapped quickly, John shocked at her confidence as he held her hand and went to remove the toy.
“No darling, put yours in alongside it and fill me” she whispered as he nudged his length in alongside the toy. “Oh fuck yeah, fill me” she cried as she felt her pussy stretch. She knew he wouldn’t last long as he was very visual and she’d seriously raised the bar adding a few vocals him to tip him over the edge.
“Go on, fill my cunt with spunk” she told him, his thrusts quickening as he digested her demands, this side of Wendy arousing him massively. His groan was loud and primal as she felt his seed empty inside her, his and the fake cock slipping out of her simultaneously as they both lay panting.
“Smell my finger” she told him, her words catching him out as he remembered his boys saying similar in their teens. “Go on, tell me what it smells of” she demanded, a nervous feeling sweeping over him. “I’ve no idea babe, what’s with the mystery” he added as Wendy grinned and pushed it under his nose. He couldn’t smell anything noticeable and told her, Wendy faking disappointment before breaking into a smile.
“Oh that’s a shame, I was hoping you’d be able to smell Bianca’s pussy on me, she was very wet when I fingered her earlier” she told him, her eyes telling him she wasn’t lying. “Now this sounds like a story I need to hear” he grinned as Wendy reached for her phone ready to show him the website the estate agent had shown her. For the second time that day she gave herself the same internal pep talk. Do or die time she said again. |
