Late-Night Rendezvous

My life. It was like walking around in a fog. After Ted kicked me out of his shop I had managed to dress and make my way home. I couldn't believe how late it was and as I sat in the driveway I wondered if my wife was still up and waiting for me. I feared she would be and that I was going to have to explain the state I was in. I was a mess, physically and mentally. I was trying to block out of my mind the things I done at Ted's shop, the things Ted had done to me, the look in the eyes of anonymous woman with cum drooling from her mouth and the sight of her hand sticking out from under Ted's desk.

Eventually I worked up the nerve to go into the house. Gratefully my wife had already retired and I was able to slip into the bathroom and shower. My clothes were filthy, my underwear had a large wet spot where Ted's cum had leaked from my abused anus. After showering and putting my clothes in the washing machine I stretched out on the sofa in front of the tv. I had no idea what was on as all I could focus on was what I had done, how it was going to affect my life and if my wife was going to be able to tell that something was different, or even wrong, with me.

At some point I fell asleep only to wake with a start from a nightmare, panting for breath, the nightmare faded as I tried to remember it. The fear lingered, I couldn't quite figure out why I was on the couch. The tv was off and there was sunlight streaming in through the windows. From the kitchen I could hear my wife puttering around. Sheepishly I got up and went to see if I could face her.

She was her bright and cheery self and when she saw me she beamed a stunning smile saying sweetly, "Oh Honey, what a day you had!" Still not convinced that I wasn't exuding 'I'm a cheating sexual pervert' I managed to give her a weak smile as she threw her arms around me, hugging me close and whispering in my ear, "Thank you so very much for dealing with the car yesterday."

Mumbling, "It was nothing." I accepted a cup of coffee as she continued to give me a look of intense appreciation. I sighed heavily as Ted's cock flashed across my mind thinking, 'If she only knew.'

"So," she continued just as brightly, "I know you must be spent, it's a pity that you have to work today. I really wanted you to relax and let me look after you." Smiling provocatively she gave me a theatric almost salacious wink. Looking back at her uneasily I tried to smile despite knowing my cock was still super sensitive from Ted's abuse and the tingling sensation coming from my ass.

If she noticed that I was less than enthusiastic she ignored it, or made up some excuse for me. Still smiling she gently admonished me, "Now you go get ready for work and let me make you breakfast."

That day and the days following passed in fog. Unbidden scenes of what I participated in at Ted's shop haunted me. I felt lost and torn between believing my wife really had no idea of what I had done and continuing my life, then the undeniable desire to go back to Ted's to explore more of the depraved behavior that was haunting my sleep and distracting me all day long. I felt dirty and it excited me.

I got home one evening to find the house dark and my wife gone. The first thought in my head was 'She knows. She's left me.' Overcome with despair despite not having any proof of either thought I sank onto the sofa in the dark. I relived my experience at Ted's and marveled that the memories gave me such a hard erection.

It was where my wife found me when she got home. She was startled to find there, crying out, "Honey what are you doing!" As I fumbled to respond and cover my crotch she continued exasperated, "Why the hell are you sitting around in the dark? Is everything alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah," I assured her as she rushed about turning on lights. I was mildly surprised by the flood of relief I was feeling that my assumptions were wrong until I realized that there was now a faint smell of stale cigarettes, so I asked her warily, "It's late. Where have you been?"

Chuckling wryly she gave me sly smile stating, "I went out Honey."

Marveling at her how sexy she looked despite being a bit disheveled I swallowed hard as the smell was getting stronger before being to ask, "And where did you go out to."

Still smiling mischievously she giggled, "The mechanic called." Blood rushed to my head, I gaped at her stupidly as she continued slyly, "The part he was waiting for came in so I took the car over to have it installed." She was no longer smiling. Watching me carefully her voice informed me flatly, "Ted is quite the man isn't he honey."

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't look at her, the smell of stale cigarettes was pervasive, I had a feeling as though my world was about to fall apart. When she cleared her throat I managed to look up. She was looking at me thoughtfully, shaking her head slightly she announced flatly, "Sit."

My knees gave out and I sank into the chair behind me. Emotionless she reached for the hem of her dress and slowly pulled it up. Despite how sexy she was doing it I just stared, out of focus, numb. As her panties came into view I could see that the material covering the crotch was stained, wet. My mind went completely blank as she carefully pulled her panties down. They stuck for a moment to her pussy, fluid oozed from her puffy pussy, her moist pussy lips.

Taking her panties off I watched her fold them carefully so that the wet gooey crotch was exposed. Holding them out she brushed her soiled panties under my nose and I could smell the sex on them. She held them against my nose so that I had to smell the mixture hers and some males sex. I didn't want to admit to myself that my wife had had sex with another man, I really didn't want to admit to myself that it was likely that that man had been Ted.

Fighting back the unwanted images of such a thing happening I came back to the reality of the moment when my wife started brushing her cum wet panties over my lips. I pursed my lips with disgust but that just inspired her to press her panties against my lips until I relented, opened my mouth and allowed her to stuff them inside.

I was too shaken to be overly aware of the taste, of the implications, but my wife wasn't going to let me off the hook so easily. Smiling wickedly she snickered, "How does Ted taste Honey?" When I gagged she laughed, "Oh that's right, you already know what Ted's tastes like!"

As the full comprehension of what had just happened, of what she had just admitted to, crushed my spirit. She grabbed my hair pulling on it viciously while sneering harshly into my face, "You fucking pussy."

With my mouthful of cum soaked panties I choked back a sob on humiliation letting waves of shame wash over me. Mercilessly she sneered, "You sucked on his cock!" Then she slapped me. With my cheek burning she sprayed spittle into my face as she hissed, "You let him fuck you!"

I was helpless knowing everything she was saying was true. Her words, her accusations, they made me feel sick with self loathing. My limp hopelessness seemed to anger her even more as she pulled my face up so she could slap me again screaming, "You fucked another woman!" I choked on her panties, sniffled back a tear but didn't even flinch when she sprayed spit in my face raging, "You fucking disgust me!!"

When I just hung my head humiliated she used her handful of my hair to drag me from the chair to the floor. Sitting on the chair she pulled her panties from my mouth and discarded them. Lifting her dress she spread her legs and pulled my face into cum wet crotch. I didn't need to be told, I knew what she wanted, resigned to my situation I kissed her puffy pussy lips and began to eat Ted's cum from my wife's cunt.

I had been licking, kissing and sucking on my wife's pussy hoping I was pleasing her, hoping I was atoning for my misdeeds, when she suddenly pushed me away. Kicking me with her heel she sent me sprawling to the floor. Before I could do anything she was straddling my head with her thighs and pushing her pussy down onto my face. While I lay there passively she used my face to grind her cunt over. Pulling on my hair like she was going to rip it out she came. Her orgasm flooded over my face and into my mouth.

When she had eked out the last remnants of her orgasm on my face she rose abruptly. Standing over me with one heel planted painfully into my chest, she looked down at me breathing heavily. With a look of complete and utter contempt she then spat on me before stomping off.

I lay there too shaken to move. Once all the nervous tension left my body I slept. I woke up in the dark. I could still smell the stale smoke, smell her sex, taste her, taste Ted. All I could seem to think about was Ted's cum oozing from my wife's pussy. Slowly I opened my pants and picking up my wife's cum soiled panties I masturbated myself with them. My orgasm was explosive. My cum soaked her panties more. When I finally recovered somewhat I slowly purposefully stuffed her cum filled panties into my mouth. I lay there on the floor in the dark feeling like I should feel ashamed but instead I felt like I had been set free.