She was supposed to be getting even, but he still came out ahead

It was a little past eight Sun­day morning when Cheryl arrived home after spending her first night away from me since our marriage. She looked a fright—hair mussed, makeup smeared—and ap­peared not to have slept at all. A telltale sign that she’d had sex was the bags under her eyes, which last for several hours after we’ve had good sex. Another dead giveaway: She was smiling.

Although I wasn’t sure that I really wanted to know, my first words were: “What happened?” Her response was: “I need a shower. I’ll tell you all about it later.”

When she put her purse on the bed, I noticed that her bra and panties were stuffed inside. I watched intently as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, exposing hickey-covered tits. When she pulled her slacks off, my jaw dropped at the sight of her swollen, bruised cunt. She smiled at me as she ad­journed to the bathroom.

Two weeks before, Cheryl had caught me cheating on her, and we reached a settlement that involved her having seven days to do whatever she wanted with whomever she wanted whenever she wanted. The first four days she spent every night home with me, and while we didn’t have sex, everything else was “normal.” Then Friday night, after she finished cleaning up the kitchen after supper, she secluded herself in the bedroom, and around nine paraded into the living room wearing a snug pullover top (clearly without a bra) and tight-fitting shorts.

Doing a spin in front of the TV, she asked calmly if I thought she would attract attention. Reluctantly, I said I thought she would, and asked where she was off to. She grinned at me, picked up her purse and left.

I didn’t sleep a wink waiting for her to get home, at nearly one in the morning. I was in bed pretending to be asleep when she entered the bedroom—intact, with not even a hair out of place! I quickly fell asleep. That morning over breakfast I kind of ragged her about her lack of action the previous night. For the first time I noticed a tone of hostility. She concluded sharply, “My seven days aren’t up yet!”

On Saturday night when she made her way out she was dressed much more conservatively, and I was sure she’d be home early. But you already know when and how she returned home.

When she came out of the shower, I toweled her back dry. She said she was tired, laid herself out on the bed naked and almost instantly fell asleep. I covered her with a blanket and, leaving her to rest, made my way to the sofa to catch up on the sleep I had missed. Later in the afternoon I checked in on her and found her lying on her back, the blanket pulled to her side. A stream of thick fluid was emanating from her pussy lips.

I had to know! I lay next to her and tried to awaken her. She opened her eyes and smiled as she hugged me. “I suppose you want to know,” she said. I nodded.

She began by saying how my cheekiness about her sexless return on Friday had upset her, that other­wise she would have forgot the whole thing. She said she’d gone to a new place, where younger people hung out, and fit right in (she’s in her 30s but looks to be in her 20s), and in no time was dancing with several guys.

All of a sudden the crowd changed. We live in a college town, and it seems the home team had beat the away team and some of our players had come in to celebrate. One took an instant liking to her, and was buying her drinks and paying her more attention than she had received in quite some time. He was no more than 22, well-muscled (with not an ounce of fat) and tall.
“You know I like tall men,” she said. I nodded.

She told me how as time passed he became bolder, feeling her tits and ass while they danced, and she didn’t discourage him. “Anyway,” she said, “it was nearing closing time when the guy asked me back to his apartment. I said I better not, but he persisted, and I finally gave in. After all, we hadn’t had sex in well over a week, and I wanted him.”

Just then, she said, his roommate appeared, looking almost like a copy of the first guy, and asked him who the chick was. She explained:
“I told him I was going to be his new roommate. He laughed. My new friend gave the roommate his car keys, asking me if I’d drive us, and we left. We beat the roommate to the apartment, and he wasted no time getting down to business. He had me naked on the couch in under five minutes, sucking and squeezing my tits while fingering my pussy.

“The door opened and the roommate came in. ‘Whoo-ee!’ he shouted. ‘As our new roommate, you have to know that we share everything around here.’ He knelt in front of the couch, spread my legs and began tonguing me! I squealed uncontrollably as his thick tongue penetrated me. I was going to experience the two of them, and was I ready for them!

“The one playing with my tits stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. His arms and shoulders were huge, and he had a massive chest with glistening abs. While the one continued to eat me, I reached up and undid the other’s pants. I was taken aback by his manhood, and just sat there with my mouth open until he grabbed his shaft and tried to insert the bulging crimson head.

“You always say I have a big mouth, but I couldn’t get all of it in! I licked, kissed and sucked his cock for sev­eral minutes, till he grabbed my shoulders and lifted me upright in front of the couch. His roommate stripped and sat behind me on the couch, his erection pointing upward. The other one turned me to face him, put his hand on my upper back and pushed me down to him.

“While I mouthed him, the other one put his hand against my inner thigh and pushed my legs apart. He inserted his middle finger in me, then removed it and pushed his massive cockhead in me from the rear. I squealed as my cunt lips engulfed it. He worked it in slowly and then fucked me deliberately for nearly an hour, finally pushing hard and pumping his fluid in me. My pussy made a slurping sound as he withdrew, and the guys high-fived.

“I’d just started to come down when the other guy picked me up, carried me to his bedroom and laid me out on the bed. His balls were like potatoes in pouches hanging below his rigid shaft. I spread my legs wide and he crawled in between, positioning himself over me. I grabbed the other guy’s hand as he lowered himself onto me, guiding his cock to my twitching opening with the other. His cock stretched me as he pushed in. He fucked me hard for half an hour, with me screaming and hollering throughout. When he started coming, I didn’t think he would ever stop!

“He stayed in me several minutes after he finished, and the three of us lay together on the bed. Before long I grabbed their spent cocks and began bringing them to life, and before long they both fucked me again.”

Through Cheryl’s talk I had grown a raging hard-on, and it didn’t go unnoticed by her. She stroked it and asked if I wanted some of her, and seemed surprised when I said yes. “Even after all I just told you?” she said.

“All the more reason,” I re­plied, and we had our most fulfilling sexual encounter.—P.D., Bakersfield, California