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Well... I guess I will start this chapter by describing my wife. Her name is Sandra. She is very slim and stands about five foot nine. Weighing about 130 pounds. She has shoulder length straight dirty blonde hair and nice C cup breasts with just a little sag. She keeps her blonde pussy hair trimmed short but certainly not bald. Just the way I like it. We were high school sweethearts and got married after graduation. Yes, she was pregnant with our firstborn and neither one of us had any regrets about how things played out.

So here we are 20 years later. Still in love, but things have certainly slowed down. I needed a little spice but couldn't really get her to open up to me. Maybe that's why I started to explore with guys on the side. I didn't feel like I was cheating and at the same time I got what I thought I needed.

Terry showed up to watch a hockey game on Friday night, his suggestion not mine. My wife was ok with it as she was going out for dinner and drinks with friends. I half expected her to protest his coming over. Maybe Terry's story of what happened in the kitchen was an elaborate ruse to get me worked up. Maybe nothing had happened at all. She left the house shortly before he arrived.

Shortly after eleven my wife got dropped off by one of her friends. She had certainly had a few drink's and was feeling no pain. She looked very sexy in her short black spaghetti strap dress. Terry certainly took notice as she quickly said hello and went upstairs to the bedroom.

The hockey game was nearly over when I noticed Terry adjusting his cock in his sweatpants. Not one for many words he got up and went upstairs to the bathroom. He had been gone for sometime when I finally decided to check on him upstairs. Walking up I noticed the light was off in the bathroom and the door was open. No Terry in sight. The pit in my stomach grew. I noticed that our bedroom door was ajar and dimly lit from the nightstand lamp. Approaching quietly I looked around the corner seeing my wife lying back on the bed still wearing her dress she had apparently passed out in. But that's where i got the shock of my life.

My wife was half asleep or passed out, I'm not really sure which. Her legs were splayed apart and her dress was bunched up at her waist. She was moaning as Terry was lapping at her pussy like a thirsty dog. Her panties were hanging off her lower leg along with one of her high heel shoes. She was rubbing his head with one hand while clenching the sheets with the other. My mind was in turmoil. My cock was hard. I had to stop this but couldn't move.

At that moment Terry, the little old man, looked up at me with a dirty grin, his face wet with my wife's juices. Missing one of his front teeth it looked almost comical. Very quickly my wife pushed his head down and he resumed licking her and inserting one finger and then another. I believe she thought it was me, her eyes were closed.

Terry was working two fingers in and out of her very wet and squishy pussy while sucking and licking her clit. I had never seen her so wet. I noticed his off hand pushing his sweatpants down. He started to crawl up between her legs holding his thick hardening sluglike cock with his left hand. He whispered to her asking her if he should stop or if she wanted more. "Yes." she said. "Give it to me. I want it. Don't stop."

Terry was now starting to rub his cock up and down her slit. "Tell me what you want." he said. "What do you need?" She got quiet for a moment and then my wife whispered "I need to cum. I need your cock in me. Fuck me." With that last statement, Terry started to push into her. His mushroom head splitting her open as she moaned. He started gradually working it in to her tight cunt which I'm sure had never had anything so thick. She started to moan and gripped the sheets with both hands as he rocked back and forth pushing more and more of his fat slug into her. His cock glistened with their combined juices. He looked at me with his cocky grin not missing a beat.

My wife was moaning and thrashing about as he started to pick up the pace. With one final thrust he was fully into her and her eyes snapped open. Finally realizing what was happening she shouted "Oh my god. You bastard. We can't do this you disgusting man." She couldn't see me

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