Queen of spades: Unfaithful MILF wife fucks 21 year old

Now I’d had some proper cock there was no way I was going to give it up. Still, I was a little offended my husband did absolutely nothing about it. I wanted him to be jealous. And I wanted to keep him horny. But after proper cock I wasn’t going to let him have me again. Ever.

I arranged another meet. A horny 21 year old student rugby player. Steve.

I bought new sexy underwear. Checked hubby was watching as I wriggled into it. Touching myself. Adjusting my bra and stockings. I could see him in my mirror. Craning his neck to get an eyeful. Pathetic. One of his hands moved down, I could see movement beneath the duvet. He was giving his little thing a bit of a tug. I leant forward with my arse out, close to the mirror, applying some make up.

Turned round suddenly. I knew he’d stop rather than admit it. I did it again and again. Gave him a bit of a show, then turned and made him stop. By the time I’d finished he was red faced, sweating. Practically drooling.

He commented I was all dressed up. Cruelly I said it wasn’t for him. Pulled on my thigh high leather boots and went to meet my Saturday morning date. I was going to his place. It was a bit of a smelly student flat. But he was young. Full of muscle, and ever so keen to please. In fact, I hadn’t been there five minutes and he was on his knees sucking at my pussy. And he was good. Very good. My phone buzzed. Hubby. pleading with me to come home.

I was past caring about him. I got back. Said he would have to wait as I was getting oral service off a 21 year old. Seemed like he took a little while to take that in. He eventually got back saying he ‘knew’ I was just saying it to hurt him. So I did something very naughty. While my lover was eating my pussy, I took a little pic. My thighs, in boots and stockings, spread wide. Skirt right up. The top of his head. His face was properly buried. Sent it.

That shut the whiny little worm up. I lifted my knees any enjoyed his mouth and tongue. He was getting me close, and it was great, but I wanted cock. Pulled him up. Told him to fuck me. Now. He was naked in half an instant. On top of me. Sliding in. And he fucked me.

Boy did he fuck me. I was on my back with my legs in the air, holding off. It seemed to last for ever. I was on the edge, him ramming into me, I didn’t want it to end, but I just couldn’t stop it. I came. I moaned, shouted, groaned as waves of orgasm flowed through me. My head was in a whirl. I was more than happy to lie there while he used my pussy to finish off, but this young guy was a real gent. He stopped. It took a couple of minutes for me to get my head back in the game. I wanted to do something for him. I was licking at his balls. Asking him where he wanted to cum. What he wanted to do. Or what he wanted me to do to him. I told him he could have anything.

He was asking ‘Anything??’ I could just tell, there was something. I really wanted to know.what it was he wanted. And he told me. He wanted to fuck me in the arse. Said he’d never done it before. I was grinning now. Asking if him and his friends had been talking about it…. he was a bit embarrassed, but rubbing myself up against him, touching his cock, he soon told me, they all had a bet over who would be the first to fuck a girl in the arse.

I told him he could have my arse. And he could take a pic of his cock going into it. He could even write a message on it. Send the pic to his friends. I went down on him, Sucking to make sure he was hard as I worked some lube into my tight hole. I then stroked a load own his cock . Giving him a good wet wank. I was ready for him now. Got on all fours. Asked if he wanted to write anything on me, to show his friends. ‘Steve’s Arse’ he asked… I laughed said he didn’t want them thinking he’d been fucked in the arse. Told him to write ‘Steve’s bitch’. ‘Go on, do it’ I encouraged him. He wrote it in my red lipstick, then I said he should fuck me like a bitch. It took a little while for him to work it in. He was big and hard. It hurt a bit. Like being fucked in the arse does. It felt really tight. I told him to take a pic. Grabbed my phone. Said he should take one for me too.

I got my head down real low so he could get a shot of his cock sliding in. It was hot, posing with a cock in my arse like that. Thinking about a rugby team, all those strong, sweaty muscled young men, All their cocks getting hard at seeing my arse fucked. “Make a vid I said, just a minute or two, make a vid of me taking it in the arse”. He was well up for that.

“Tell me when your starting”. He did so I moaned loud. To make sure all his fiends would hear it. “Yes, Steve, YES I love it Steve. I love it in the arse. Yes Steve, fuck my arse Steve”.

He grunted that was it. My phone buzzed. Hubby again. Pleading with me to come home. I couldn’t resist. I got straight back, telling him I was getting it in the arse, right now. Obviously my spelling was a mess. My hands were shaking.

Steve was grabbing at my hips now. Starting to fuck my arse with more purpose. I got up onto my elbows arse still up in the air. Rocking back to meet him as he fucked my arse. I looked back over my shoulder, asking if he was going to cum in there. He nodded furiously, started fucking with more intensity. I was moaning through gritted teeth, eyes screwed shut. Willing him to finish. At last he came. Spurting all his hot juice into me. We lay next to each other. I was sore, really didn’t want to move for a minute or two. Asked him to show me the pic. There I was. Arse up in the air. ‘Steve’s Bitch’ written in bright red across my lover back. Cock sliding into my tight arsehole. I bit my lower lip. Thought ‘wow’. Then the vid. Picture was a bit jerky. Very amateur, home made, but you could see clearly on the iPhone. Me in stockings and thigh high boots, face down, getting it in the arse. You could hear my voice. Moaning how I loved it in the arse. While I wasn’t really identifiable to a stranger, I could tell it was me. I suppose my hubby could have too. But I didn’t care. Asked if he was going to show it to his mates. The rugby team. He was a bit sheepish. I kissed his cheek. Said he could show it to whoever he liked, but please don’t upload it, send it or share it.

He liked that, nodded. Said ‘of course’. I got dressed, searched for but couldn’t find my new panties, and left.

It felt like I had been out for a long, long time, but it was only mid afternoon. Hubby was here. He had clearly been working himself up over something. Then I remembered the messages I had sent in the heat of the moment. The heat of passion. Finally he looked ready to confront me.

Said we had to talk. To discuss things. Set things straight, so we could move on and fix things.

I could barely keep a straight face. “Fix things??” How did he plan to fix having a sub standard cock? I stood listening, but was soon bored by him. I was sore, needed a shower and a rest. Told him to shut up. But he didn’t. Said I should hear him out.

I’d had enough of him now. Something in me snapped. I gave his face a good hard slap. Just like Leroy had slapped me. It stopped him talking. But he did whimper just a little. Very quietly. So I slapped him again. I had a better use for that mouth. I pulled his hair, forced him first to his knees then onto his back. Told him he was a useless bitch. Pointed out I had come back with no panties, but he’d seen me put them on this morning. Where did he think I’d been? I squatted on his face. Told him to get me off. To his credit, he did try. He started licking my slit. I had to part my lips and put my finger on my clit to show him. Said ‘Tongue, THERE’ and he gave me a bit of tongue action. Sucked when he was told. But he was nowhere near as good as Steve.

Honesty is important in any relationship. I felt duty bound to tell him. I acknowledged his effort, but told him he was only a little better at oral than at fucking. And he was absolutely useless at that.

He whimpered. Like a broken man. Looked like he might cry. I stood, had to place a booted heel on his chest to keep him down there. Turned, facing toward his feet, squatted down again. Lifted my skirt right up. Asked if he could read.

Steve?? he queried, I thought he was called Tom? I laughed. Said I’d fucked half the town since then. told him I’d even been fucked in tesco’s car park in broad daylight.

I suppose the writing was smudged by now. He was still trying to work it out. “Steve….. Steve’s …. ” Steve’s bi…. WHAT???”

I could tell he was shocked. “Tongue my arse” I ordered. “tongue it!”.

He hesitated. I leant forward, took his balls in a tight grip. Squeezed. Told him again. To tongue my arsehole. He didn’t have a choice now. I could feel his stomach tense with the pain.

My little hole was tense and sore after the pounding, but soon relaxed after a bit of attention. I knew what was up there. I hadn’t planned it, but saw no need to stop now. Why not? A little squelching dribble. Out came a glob of Steve’s hot cum. From my arse, onto my poor little hubby’s tongue. I felt him trying to squirm his face away. recoiling in disgust. Just to make sure he knew, I told him. It was Steve’s cum. He really had been fucking me in the arse when I texted to tell him that. I tightened my grip on his balls once more, slight movement to threaten a twist. Just to make sure he knew I was properly in charge.

“Now lick me clean”. My other hand playing with my pussy. I thought about Steve, about all his team mates seeing that vid of me taking it in the arse. Masturbated to the thought of it. I remembered how when we were fist married my hubby had wanted to do me in the arse. And I had never let him. How he had never, not once, managed to get his cock in my arse, And now he was licking Steve’s cum up from my hole. I grinned, masturbated a bit faster, and came, grinding my arse into his face and dribbling my juices over his neck.