Friday night

I was waiting for my wife, Kira, on Friday night. She was supposed to be home from work and a date with her boyfriend. They worked at the same company. Ronnie was a black guy who didn’t mind fucking my wife anywhere. And then the door slammed a little louder than usual. Kira showed up. I was sitting in the dimly lit kitchen scrolling through social media.

• Hi, honey! – Kira’s voice was soft, almost gentle. She passed me by without even glancing dropping her handbag on a chair. She smelled of someone else’s men’s perfume, cigarettes and sex.
• How was your day? – I asked quietly hating myself for asking that question every time.

Kira stopped at the refrigerator, pulled out a bottle of water, and took a few sips. Then she turned and looked at me as if for the first time that evening she’d noticed I existed.

• Fine. And you? Have you been jerking off to other people’s Instagram photos all day at the office again?

My cheeks flushed. I looked down at the floor. She chuckled.

• Ok, don’t be offended. Come here.

I obediently stood up. She was already slowly taking off her shoes, then her stockings. A reddish mark from her fingers remained on my inner thigh.

• Do you see? – She ran her fingernail over the mark. – He was really impatient today. He said he’d missed me for a week.

Then Kira came close to me, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look into her eyes.

• Do you want to know how many times I came? – She whispered. – Three. And once right in his mouth. And you haven’t been able to make me feel this way in the last two months, have you?

I flinched at her words, but didn’t pull away. My wife smiled same smile that made my dick simultaneously hard, and I want to disappear into the ground.

• Take off your clothes! – She commanded. – Completely. And on your knees!

I performed every movement mechanically. When I was naked, she looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on my already erect dick.

• Look! – She drawled mockingly. – So you really like it when your wife gets fucked better than you ever could.

Kira sat on the edge of the kitchen table and spread her legs. She was wearing no panties. Her thighs still glistened.

• Come on. Closer. On your knees like this.

I moved closer. The scent of sex and cum emanated from her sticky pussy and thighs.

• Lick! – She said shortly. – Clean up everything he left. And don’t you dare to cum until I say so.

And then I obeyed. My tongue slid over my wife’s hot, wet, slightly swollen pussy. The taste was salty and bitter. She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my head harder.

• That’s it, good boy! – She whispered. – You know, he came so much today! I was even afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold it all in until we get home. But you can handle it, right? This is exactly what you exist for.

I gasped. My cock throbbed painfully, ready to release all its cum. But I kept my hands behind my back. Kira always liked it this way. Not a single touch. Kira suddenly tensed, then moaned softly and squeezed my head with her thighs.

• Yes, that’s it, deeper, lick his cum clean, darling. That’s all you get today.

Then she came on my tongue. It was harsh. Then she pushed me away.

• That’s it. Enough. You can get up.

I stood up, my lips and chin was wet with his juices and cum. My cock was hard, a drop of precum trailing toward the floor. My wife looked at me with a mixture of disgust and pity.

• Handsome. – She said, almost tenderly. It’s a shame it’s so useless in bed. Go sleep on the couch. I’ll go take a shower. He promised to come over again tomorrow. So I want to be fresh.

She turned and walked away leaving me standing in the middle of the kitchen, naked, humiliated, aroused to the point of trembling, and absolutely happy.