I was waiting in bed for my husband. My panties were wet through with cum after my afternoon of fucking. It had taken my guy around a minute to text me back and he was on his way home to have his turn with me.
Phil had hugged me with genuine warmth when I left. He also asked me if we could meet again next week. I'd told him 'maybe' but really meant 'no' - he was obviously besotted with me and I wanted to let him down gently.
Walking to the car I caught a couple of workmen looking me up and down. My only visible clothes were my black coat, nylons and heels but my appearance was 100% 'just fucked'. I smiled at the guys and I felt like a prostitute. To be honest it felt good!
I heard the key turn in the door and footsteps on the stairs. My husband opened the door and looked down at me, I was under the covers from the shoulders downwards.
"I've got a confession, I've been a bad girl" I said, my panties and pussy are full of cum." My man stripped hurriedly and got in bed beside me. His hand immediately cupped my soaking knickers. "I've been fucked all day like a slut" He peeled of my panties and put them to his face before grabbing my thighs and pulling me towards his cock. He slipped inside me and said he could feel all the spunk on his dick. We fucked noisily and passionately and continued throughout with the dirty talk. I told him that I'd orgasmed on Phil's tongue and rode him like a slag. My husband's spunk shot up me and mixed with my male friends'. We both grinned before I opened my legs wide and told him - "Now lick it all out"
Phil eventually accepted that he'd never fuck me again. My replies to his numerous texts were non committal and so he got the hint. I never actually saw him again and it was three months later when I drove by his flat. Admittedly I was feeling a bit devilish when I turned into his street. I wasn't planning to meet him but I was surprised to see the sign on his window - TO RENT. On closer inspection there were no curtains or blinds at the window - he had gone! A disappointed feeling was quickly replaced by a warm glow. I sat in the car with a grin on my face as I remembered my filthy afternoon with the guy I had met in the pub.