My Wife's One Night Stand.

A few years ago, my twenty-year marriage hit a difficult period: We were both working too much, arguing all the time, I’d had a short fling with a woman at work, we were both drinking to drown our sorrows, and our sex life had fizzled out. It’s fair to say we both fully expected that divorce was on the horizon. However, I did still love Karen; she is an exceptionally sexy woman with a big heart.

I arrived home one evening to find the house empty; I assumed she must be working late. I got a little worried by midnight; I rang her mobile, which went straight to messenger. This was all very strange as we always let each other know about work activities and times; I wondered if she had left me?

Just after midnight, I got a call from one of her work friends Sue, telling me Karen had been out on a works night out and was very drunk. Sue said she was putting her in a taxi, but I would need to assist when it arrived. Not long after the call, a taxi arrived, and I went out to greet it. I paid the driver, and it took both of us to carry her into the house and up to the bedroom. It’s fair to say my wife was as pissed as a fart and practically unconscious.

When the taxi driver had gone, she was flat out on the bed. I undressed her; she started crying and apologising, saying she was so sorry and loves me. She continues rambling, stating, “it shouldn’t have happened; I’m so sorry,” I asked what but didn’t get a response. I took her black cocktail dress off and was delighted to see she was wearing black stockings and suspenders. My wife tends to sleep just with just knickers on in summer, I enjoyed taking her stockings and bra off. She looked so beautiful laying on the bed just in her lacy black knickers; it was then that I saw it; her crotch was very damp. I thought she might have pissed herself; however, on closer inspection I knew it wasn’t urine.

I pulled her knickers to the side to reveal her pussy and neat tram line of pubic hair covered in spunk. She had been fucked, and I was looking at a fresh cream pie. I was staggered by sight. I pulled her knickers down to her knees and watched as vast globs of spunk oozed out from between her large labia.

The sight turned me on? My cock was like a baseball bat? I knew I should be angry at what I was seeing, but I was extremely aroused, and my heart was beating like a drum. I had fantasied about watching Karen fucking another man as I watched, but it was one of those private fantasies I’d never shared with her. I’d also had a fantasy about being a cuckolded husband who would ‘clean his wife up’ after her lover had finished with her. I’d never imagined in a thousand years I would actually see this sight!

I was amazed just how much spunk was in this cream pie; I wondered if she’d been fucked by more than one man! I was drawn to her pussy like a magnet, my face inches away from her spunk matted genitalia and pubic hair. I stuck my tongue out and tasted another man’s spunk on my wife’s pussy. My heart was racing, and cock aching like never before. I began to lick her pussy, taking her large labia globs of cum into my mouth; I was disgusted, ecstatic, horrified and elated by what I was doing? I ate her pussy like never before, savoring the cream pie and licking her clean; I even had my tongue up her vagina licking her and her lover secretions.

Karen was now awake and moaning with pleasure; next, I was on top of her violently fucking her. I didn’t last long before having an almighty orgasm filling her again as I reclaimed my wife’s womb. During that night, we must have fucked half a dozen times; which was more than the previous couple of years all in one night.

The following day she confessed that she had met the twenty-year-old son of one of her client’s in the restaurant on the night out. He had come onto her, she was drunk and had been flattered that a young good looking guy was trying to get into her knickers. He had fucked her in the back of his car in the restaurant car park twice! Sue had come looking for her and called me. Thankfully, nobody else at work knew what had happened as most were intoxicated too.

Somehow that night re-energised our marriage. I confessed about my fling, so there were no more secrets. Our sex life took on a new dynamic; I even fucked her in the back of a car, reliving that night with her young stud. Karen, at first, struggled to understand why her infidelity turned me on; however, after reading about the husband cuckold scene, finally she understood. We have not become swingers, and to my knowledge, my wife has remained faithful since that night. Oddly, an event that should probably have ended our marriage pretty much saved it; life is strange?