Summary of this Story:

Woke up in Monica Jensen’s marital bed to her ponytail swinging as she deep-throated my cock with those wet “GLUCK! GLUCK!” sounds echoing through the room. Her husband Steve called last night from his trip, clueless as she stroked me off while we lied on the leather sectional, the extra-long RadioShack cord dangling nearby. He revealed plans for her surprise birthday party this weekend at their Newark-area home, tasking me to pick him up at the Marriott and handle catering for forty guests. Monica confessed she knew about his blonde bimbo affair and demanded my full Lisa history, edging me with her hand before claiming my cock as hers in a possessive blowjob. This morning, tenderness replaced our raw fucks. She marked me with a hickey and a bite, begged me to make love, then whispered “I love you” amid orgasms, leaving me reeling between thrill and alarm in her taut embrace.

Here is your Story: I Make Love to My Boss’s Wife After Her Confession

Backdoor Man: Boss’s Wife Pt. 3

Tuesday Morning

“GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!”

The feel of my lover’s sweet mouth woke me up to start another day on her payroll. I looked down. Her head bobbed. That ponytail swung on the beautiful older brunette. Monica Jensen sucked my cock in her marital bed. I still couldn’t believe it. She grabbed my morning wood. Licked it. Sucked it. Deep-throated my girthy meat–something none of my other girls could pull off.

The sensation beat anything I’d felt. “MMMM, MMMM, HHHMMMPHHH, URRRRRR, UHHHHHH, MMMMM, MMMMM.” She slurped on my cock. Fucked her throat down my pole. Each thrust sent a jolt through us both. She pulled off. Held my stiff trunk in her hand. “Your cock is simply magnificent. I love it. I love everything about it.”

She dove back down. “GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK.” Pulled off again. “MMMMM, your cock is so much better than Steve’s little penis.” Back down she went. I moaned. Cupped her right cheek. Caressed it while she worked my turgid meat. Heat built in me from her mouth. But something felt off this time. Her tongue. Her hands on my throbbing cock. The smell of her arousal. All different.

Usually I’d fist that ponytail. Force her down till she gagged and teared up. That’s what she craved from her “young stud.” But this morning touch stayed tender. Comforting. The raw sex we’d banged out for weeks was shifting.

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That Phone Call Last Night

Last night hit like a whirlwind for Monica and me. No stress. No drama. Just that phone call sparked the change. We cuddled on the leather sectional after our third fuck of the day. Her head rested on my chest. Naked body pressed into my side. Warmth shared. Then the phone rang.

She groaned. Sure it was her husband. Grabbed the receiver off the kitchen counter. Dragged the extra-long RadioShack cord to the couch. I’d only carried her there in lust earlier. Forgot to set the phone on the coffee table like usual. That long cord let her snag it without uncoupling–even with my cock buried inside during Steve’s calls. Made it easy to keep enjoying each other.

“Hey, dear. Yes. Yes. Okay. Well, you know, the usual, but no nothing of any true note. I have been spending time with Marsha and Jen. Yes, they come over. Yes, yes, I know. Of course, he has been a real comfort. Knowing he is right down the hall at night was a good idea. Yes, no, no, I am not being too needy. It was a good idea and yes, you were right. Okay, I said it, now, Thank you.”

“You want to speak to Mark. Uhh, okay, let me see if he is in his room. Give me just a second, as I am not sure if he went out tonight. He did say something about that girl, uh, what is her name? Oh, yes, yes, Lisa. Give me a sec and I will check.”

She shoved the receiver between the cushions. Straddled me. Rubbed her wet pussy up and down my flaccid cock. Brought it back hard quick. That plus her deep French kiss did the trick. She jumped off. Grabbed the phone. Handed it over with a naughty schoolgirl grin.

My brain wrestled staying clear for Steve against slamming into her tight pussy. “Hey, Mr., uhhh, Steve. What’s up?”

“Mark, please be discreet as we talk. I don’t want Monica to suspect anything. Is she close by or somewhere else?”

“She went outside to get some shopping bags from the car. I am not sure there is a store around that she has not visited. She has a few trips I think, so we are free to talk. What’s so important?”

Lying came easy now. Not proud. But Steve’s wife stroked my cock while we talked. Her petite hand teased up and down my shaft. Gleeful lust on her face. Thumb pushed pre-cum along my length. Licked it off now and then.

“I just want to know that I am coming home this week. It is Monica’s birthday on Wednesday the 20th, so I want to throw her a party this upcoming weekend. I will arrive Friday night. You need to pick me up at the Newark Marriott on Saturday morning. Additionally, I need you to confirm with the caterer and some other people in preparation. I have thirty confirmed guests, and a few ‘maybes,’ so I am planning for forty. I have scheduled Monica for a full day at the spa on Saturday, so it will give us time to set up before she comes home.”

“Yes, sure, no problem, Steve. I will pick you up in Newark at 9, and I will handle the other details tomorrow.” I stayed calm. While his wife stroked my thick cock. Sucked my cum-filled balls one by one. Clutching my rod.

He rambled more on the “surprise” party. Said invite Lisa for sure. Monica knew of Lisa. I kept her low-key for reason. We couldn’t be exclusive. But Monica got possessive. When I agreed to invite Lisa, her ball-sucking switched. Annoyed grip on my jewels. Squeezed past comfort. Twisted my sack slight with a wicked grin. Playful annoyed.

I asked Steve to call back later for details. Monica was “coming back in.” Didn’t want to spoil the surprise. He agreed. Wanted his wife again. I “called” her. She giggled at my pain. Took the phone left-handed. Right hand squeezed harder. I stuffed my face in the throw pillow to muffle the groan.

“Yes, oh no, of course Steve, no, I understand. It’s not an issue at all dear. No, no, the spa will be lovely. That is so thoughtful of you. No, no worries, you can make it up to me when you finally get back home. Yes, I love you too. Steve, it’s okay dear, really. I will be fine. Sleep well. I will; love you too. Goodnight.”

Her hold tightened as she hung up. “Okay, Mister, spill it, all of it.”

“Well, uhhh, Steve is coming home on Friday…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay! Do men naturally grow dumber with age? I know about the surprise party. Why else would Steve treat me to a full spa day? He hasn’t done something that nice in years. He must really feel guilty about fucking that blonde bimbo. Now, this Lisa girl, your friend with benefits, spill it all.”

Blood rushed back to my sac. Hurt. Her deep kiss fixed it. That assertiveness kept me off balance. Total turn-on. I wanted to impale her with my straining cock. But explanations first. She’d demanded honesty from day one. No deception. Even with other lovers.

She broke the kiss. Grinned searching. Firm grip on my shaft. Stroked waiting. “Uhhh, well, what do you want to…”

“Everything, from the beginning, from the first time you shoved your fat cock into your best friend.”

I spilled my Lisa history. Half hour. She stroked. Edged me whole time. When I finished with our latest fuck in the Jensens’ house while she was gone, satisfied Monica stopped. Looked deep in my eyes.

“Well, I am a bit jealous, but I know there is at least one thing that Lisa cannot do.” Her mouth hit my cock head fast. Pushed halfway down. Up. Down again. Throat took all my meat.

“Ohhhhhh, fuuuccccckkkkkkk, Monica, fuuuuccccckkkk meeeeee!!!” I moaned. She deep-throated. Possessed it. Squeezed like no other. Fucked my cock with her face obsessed. Edging had me brink-ready.

She pulled off. “This is my cock, first. Know that right now. It belongs to me when I need it. Do you understand?”

Frenzied. “Uhh, uhhh, y-yy-yesssss, oh, God, yessss!”

Plunged down. Few strokes. I reached for her head back. She grabbed my wrists. Pinned hands to sides. Rode relentless with her mouth. Body tensed. “UUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” Cum exploded down her throat. Filled her. Owned my seed.

“MMMMMMMM, I love how well you respond to me, Mark.” Eyes glistened triumph lust. Contentment new since summer start. Broad smile. Pecked my lips adoring possessive. We lounged couch another hour. Assertive Monica sprung up. “Time for bed! Go make your call and then join me.”

I jotted Steve’s instructions. Joined her in the marital bed. She slept fast. Spooned behind. Cock stiffened on her backside. Drifted off content.

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Morning Afterglow

She pulled off my cock. Mouth traced up my stomach. Lingered nipples. Suckled them. Bathed in sweet mouth. My crotch jutted. Rubbed cock on inside of her knee. She giggled at my need. Kissed up to neck. Licked. Left hickey below shirt line. Marked me.

Mouths met. Emotions exploded. Kiss beat any other. Her body shuddered. Moaned into me. Pulled back. Soft eyes needy. “Mark, make love to me.” Slid off. Lay beside. I followed. Loomed above. Knees straddled her petite taut body.

MMMMM, such a sight. Never tire. No clue how Steve cheated. His loss. Cupped her face. Thumbs on flushed cheeks. Felt heat. Passionate kiss. Her legs wrapped waist. Heels on ass cheeks. Pulled my cock to her. Shaft settled on moist slit. Rubbed length along lips.

“MMMMMMM, yes, my love, yes, give me your thick cock. Fill me up, stuff me full of your meat, my cock, the only one that has ever truly made me cum.” Moist lips massaged by my cock shuddered her. Chest heaved. Pointed nipples grazed me.

Deep kisses. Tongues lounged mouths. Cock rubbed. Stopped more at moistening hole. Her hand seized cock. Aligned. “I need you inside me, NOW!”

Speared full measured. Bottomed deep. She writhed orgasm shudder. “Uhhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk! You feel so good, baby, MMMMMMM. My pussy was made for your cock. Fuck me baby, make love to me, fuucccckkkk, you feel so good.”

Pulled out to head. Slid back. Measured strokes clutched by pussy walls. Stretched her. Filled. Rubbed g-spot to another orgasm. I’d always paced for girls’ sake. Girth adjustment. But this slow grind. Her multiples. My buildup. Unmatched.

She came over and over. Pulsing pussy massaged shaft. Held with muscles. Took it. My breath picked up. Tender sweet connection clear. Desire to cum in her overtook. Pace increased.

“UUHH! UHHH! UHHH! UHHH! YES, OH YES! OHHHH, FUCK ME! YES, FUCK ME WITH THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK!!!!” Hips thrust met my drilling. Pussy gripped pleasure offset moans. Fingernails carved back painful hot as she came hard. Head side to side. Eyes rolled back. Nails cut trails.

With nails embedded, she bit top of chest. Dental mark in shoulder. Muffled screams. Cumming hardest from pounding. Couldn’t hold. Shuddered. Exploded cum in her pussy. Pulsed six. Walls milked. Wetness forced out hole to bed.

“Oh, fuck.” Fell on her panting. Body tingled foot-asleep. “That, that was incredible, Mark.”

“Mark, I love you.” Hugged tight. Comforted me. Alarmed too.

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Flashback first time: “Listen, Mark, we are doing this. I am married, yes. My husband cheated, yes. And you know about it. You are a good looking young man. I trust you. And, I know that we can keep this between the two of us. So, unless you think that I am too old or not attractive enough, let’s get your boxers off.”

That speech kicked off our first fuck. Shoved fat cock deep in Monica Jensen. Fulfilled neighborhood fantasies. We fucked like rabbits. Her stamina beat any girl past two years. Always primal raw sex. She dug young stud big cock filling pussy. Made her cum. Made her feel first time in ages.

Before me, life stale antiseptic. Used to have partner. Steve’s cheating shattered. Left her broken. Clung by will. Took action. Wouldn’t play pitied weak needy. My pleasure? Hottest woman around. Friends’ comments confirmed. “Uninvited” male “friends” dropped by often while Steve traveled.

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Her taut body nestled into me. I caressed her arm. Sex smell filled room. She giggled. Then laughed outright.

Annoyed. “What’s so funny, huh?”

Pointed at my face. Laughing hard. “You…uh…huh, huh, huh, you…, ha, ha, huh, you, you should have seen your face.” Hugged me. I hugged back half-hearted. Bewildered.

Laughter died. “Your face, it was as if you had seen a ghost. And, I am sorry.” Giggle slipped.

I opened mouth. She cut in. “Listen, Mark, I know I said I love you, and I do. But, relax, I am not a teenager who is smitten by her first love.”

“I do love you, I cherish you, and I am in love with you; but, I am not infatuated with you. I love you because you brought me back. You make me feel like a woman, a desired woman who is sexy enough to entice a good looking, muscular young man with a great cock. And for that, I will be forever in love with you.”

Her thumb traced the hickey below my shirt line. Sweat cooled on our skin, sticking the throw pillow to my cheek where I’d buried my groan last night. She propped on one elbow, ponytail draping over her shoulder like always after a good fuck. “No ghosts here, Mark. Just us.” Her fingers drummed once on my chest, right over the fresh bite mark. The RadioShack cord still dangled off the sectional arm across the room.