One day around five years ago, right after she'd been caught cheating with friends, I got home from work to find my wife dressed in this outfit, and ready to pose for me to take a few photos.She told me if I'd gotten home much later she would have changed. She was getting tired of waiting.
So, as I took photos of her she told me that she had gone dressed like that to our small town grocery store and gotten hit on by an older man who is turns out was 70. She was 55 at the time and she said nothing came of it but it was flattering that someone found her attractive enough to hit on her at her age and in spite of her wedding ring.
I took some photos while we enjoyed a couple of martinis and then one thing led to another and the posing session ended with me eating her very wet pussy and jacking off. Two weeks passed and with another few martinis leading to some sex talk her story about that day evolved.
It's hot as fuck during a South Texas summer. Even in the evening, temps are usually in the high 90s with 100% humidity, and earlier in the afternoon when she was at the grocery store that day it was even worse. The guy who hit on her in the store followed her to her car and offered to help her with her groceries. He told her his name was Sam, that he was a widower, had a large property just outside of town, and that during the summer he liked to keep an ice chest in his pickup with cold drinks. He asked her if she would join him in his truck for a drink and to talk a little before she had to head home. She isn't normally one to hop into some stranger's vehicle but it was hot, she was thirsty, and Sam seemed charming and safe and since I was at work she had nothing but an empty house and a yard full of dogs to return to so she agreed.
They each got a diet Coke out of the ice chest and got in the truck cab. Sam started the engine to run the air conditioning. The truck was an almost new extended cab pickup with reclining seats. The conversation quickly became mostly Sam telling my wife how attractive she was and how fortunate he felt to have met her and gotten to spend some time with her, even it it was in a truck sitting in a grocery store parking lot on a hot muggy day. They hadn't even opened their drinks when Sam caught her by surprise, leaning across the seats to kiss her. She told him she was married and he said he knew, it was hard to miss her ring, but that made her more sexy and attractive. It's just a little kissing he said. He added that maybe he should apologize for being so forward, but he missed being with a woman and he wasn't sorry in the least.
She was charmed by his blunt honesty, and found it a little exciting to be by herself with a stranger in a public place where she might be seen and recognized, and she pulled him to her for another kiss. They began a full on make out session right there in the parking lot. Sam reclined his seat back a little and she moved to straddle him and get a little more comfortable so they could make out properly.
Sam's hands found her big tits, and then one snaked down between her legs and began to rub her clit from outside her pantyhose. The situation, the kissing, and now Sam's fingers on her clit had gotten her extremely worked up and on impulse she pushed herself down into the seat well to unzip his pants. Sam adjusted the steering wheel to its topmost position to give her more room, and his big hard cock was soon in her mouth. By this point in her story I had my own cock out and was stroking and before long was eating her pussy again as she continued. Sam was loving her mouth on his cock but he moaned out an “oh God” in surprise when she took its entirely down her throat until her lips wrapped around the base and she could feel his balls on her chin.
“Fuck that's good,” he told her, “I've never had my cock sucked like that before.”
My wife was so into sucking his cock she was only just enough aware of her surrounding to be a little turned on by the possibility someone might see what she was doing.
Sam didn't last long with his cock in her mouth and it was probably only a minute or two before he spurted jet after jet of cum, accumulated for months, down her greedy throat. That is where her story more or less ended that time. Over the next few days we went back and forth about what she did, how she felt about it, and what she should do. I felt a little threatened by Sam, unlike the three young guys she had been caught cheating with just a month before. I asked if she got his contact information and she said she did. I asked if she'd called him to meet him and she said she hadn't but her obvious concern for what he thought about her didn't do anything to allay my fears.
She felt conflicted. She wondered about everything from whether her behavior had him thinking she was just a slut to whether the store had cameras in the parking lot and she had not only been seen, but recorded, a thought that no longer held the same excitement she had felt during those lustful moments in a stranger's truck. Ultimately I got the impression that she wanted me to tell her not to meet him again and as I was at that point in my life, right after her cheating had been discovered, feeling threatened and still somewhat conflicted myself, I told her it might be best if she didn't.
One day I was all for it, one day I was uncertain, and she claimed she didn't want to do more if I wasn't sure about it. Now I think maybe she just regretted telling me because my initial approval took some of the illicit thrill out of her 'cheating', even though she'd recently been caught and her infidelity was no longer a secret. Eventually I was to learn she had been cheating throughout our marriage. Ironically, in the end, it was the comfort of knowing she had cheated all those years and was still with me that allowed me to give her my blessing and full encouragement to do whatever she wanted.
So, a month or so passed with nothing more about Sam from her until one night, after several drinks, she confessed that the fun in the truck had not ended with a blowjob and that her relationship with Sam had continued. She had sucked his cock as she told me, but when he warned her that if she kept it up he was going to cum, she told him she wanted to feel him inside her. She straddled him and he tore open the crotch of her pantyhose and she guided his cock into her married pussy. She rode it right there in the parking lot where anyone passing by could have seen.
Sam opened the top of her dress and pulled down the front of her bra until her big tits spilled out. At that point she was completely oblivious to her surroundings and didn't care who saw her or if they were caught. It had been a couple months since she'd felt the joy of another man's cock in her cheating cunt and she was in heaven. Sam told her how wonderful that hot cunt felt stretched around his cock and that he didn't want it to ever end. But of course it did end, for that day at least, with him spurting jet after jet after jet of pent up cum into her married pussy.
While we had bantered back and forth about what she should do, she had already spent a couple afternoons at his place enjoying some of the best sex of her life. He had fucked her in every room in his house, and on his kitchen table. He had fucked her on his front porch, though that was probably not particularly noteworthy since he lived on about 100 acres out in the countryside.
For months she continued seeing him anywhere from one to three times a week while I worked, enjoying long afternoons of lust and intimacy with a man she now told me was, sorry, but the fuck of her life. For months I had been eating what I thought was just her wet pussy, and jacking off, with her apologizing that she didn't feel much like fucking, and fuck if I didn't love hearing that.
Our wedding anniversary was weeks away when she told me she hadn't stopped seeing him and I found myself getting off to the thought of Sam fucking her on our anniversary. It turned out though that she had stopped with Sam by that point, which is a why she finally told me the rest of the story. Throughout our marriage my wife has told me from time to time about being hit on. Over the past few years of admissions I have put together that each time she told me about was followed by her fucking the guy, though at the time she always said it didn't go anywhere.
