Sorry all, just have had no time to post until now, and even now, I'm quite tired so this will be short.
Yes she saw Frank on Thursday but she came home with apparently something on her mind. Some wine with dinner seemed to ease her issues and the whole time I had to put my ardor on hold. I don't think either of us realized that this was the first time she'd be seeing him in quite a while - several weeks now, since before we'd gone away.
I knew they'd had sex but something was bothering her and after dinner - with the house to ourselves, we made our way upstairs and she told me more. She said she felt guilty and a bit slutty for having sex with him (although they did it twice?) when she said that she didn't feel horny for him as she normally did - especially after being away for so long. She said she ****** herself to be accommodating. I made her tell me that she did enjoy the first time - that he did make her cum before he did but that the second time she did it more out of a sense of obligation.
I didn't quite understand it all but she did say that she thought being away with me and the stuff we talked about had (as we'd all known) gotten her mind all set to move on and look for a new lover. And that seeing him again, she thought wasn't going to help her desire. I asked her if she'd let him down gently and joked with her whether that was his last ride in her saddle. She punched me but said that she hadn't said anything to him and that she wasn't really sure he'd even known something was going on with her. I was quiet for a moment and then just said to her "you deserve someone better".
That seemed to melt her mood away and we started to kiss and I ran my hands all over her body. She let me go for a bit but then said "I thought we were doing our usual Thursday routine?" I joked with her that it normally followed our fun on Wednesday and she prodded me back that she was sure I'd "taken care of things" on my own - and she was right... I moved up and kissed her and said to her something like "okay - I'll wait till tomorrow". She seemed to like hearing me say that and that too seemed to help warm her up for me.
I slowly pulled her top out of her pants and unbuttoned it. I love it when she wears bras that have the catch in the front - and yes, knowing she had another mans hands on her earlier did drive me crazy. But I really did want to undress her - and she didn't resist at all - I guess the last of the wine and my sympathetic replies earlier had let her relax with me. She lifted her butt off the bed to allow me to slide down her jeans and I think she made it a point to spread her legs and show me the wet gusset in her panties.
She giggled when I slipped off my own pants and she saw how hard my cock was - I immediately remembered that our usual routine on Thursdays had me still limp from our fun on Wednesday - so it a bit different for me - perhaps a bit more tormenting as I would have loved to fuck her right then and there as I knelt between her legs and prepared to reveal her well-used pussy to me. Again she raised her butt off the bed as I began to slide off her panties. They seemed to stick a little bit but mainly they seemed to be quite wet.
As she lifted her legs to let me slide them off completely I took a good look at my sweet wife. As I'll share later, I'd been re-reading much of my posts from long ago when she first began to see Don. Seeing her lying beneath me naked and seeming totally comfortable showing me her pussy being wet from Frank - it just seems so amazing to see what has happened in just a few short years.
I guess it was maybe me hesitating as I stared and daydreamed a bit because Sue looked up at me and said "you don't have to if you don't want to, you know....". I looked again down at her more clearly and she smiled when she saw the big smile on my face. I lay down on top of her - feeling her breasts against my chest and feeling her start to breathe deeply. I kissed her and she kissed me back, passionately this time - and in my head, I remember thinking how slightly swollen her lips felt as we kissed and I wondered about how they got that way.
I loved feeling her hands on the back of my head, guiding me from one breast to the other - begging me to gently chew and pull at each nipple until she screamed out that she couldn't take it.
But once I began moving down further, she left me to guide myself. At first her hands caressed her breasts but as I kissed below her navel she began to moan and pull her legs back and apart for me.
I'd almost forgotten how totally erotic she always looks when she's giving her used pussy to me like this. I did think back to how sometimes she'd be reluctant to let me see her shared and used body. But not on Thursday night - oh no - I think she'd have let the whole world see her the way she let me everything. As she spread her legs I could see the dark-pink/reddened inside of her pussy glistening with what had to be their shared cum. Each time I'd kiss or caress a part of her, she'd breathe in deeply and as she did so her pussy would open up and almost seem to wink at me.
Yes, she still was quite wet from Frank - but the fact that it was in her was what I needed to know in my head before I began to lick my way down towards her now wet and sticky pussy. I guess I was a bit too aggressive because she put her hand on my forehead at one point and said "take it easy down there.....". But it didn't matter - once I tasted the sweetness of her own juices mixed with the tart acridity that could only be Frank's cum in her - oh my god - all at once it seemed like it'd been ages since she'd shared herself with me like this. And while it may have been a big step for her in the past, this time - she had no problem letting me snake my tongue into her lick her until she began to squeal.
I looked up at her to make sure she wanted me to bring her off just then - my question was immediately answered by her hand on the back of my head and her arching her hips upwards towards my mouth. And without any hesitation on her (or my part) she began encouraging me to "suck me" and "lick me deep".
I do recall right around then thinking that this is a lot more fun when it all happens in person together and it's not hours and hours later where all that's left from Frank is mainly a thin very viscous wetness with an incredibly pungent odor but milder taste. But I also knew that Sue wanted to cum, perhaps even more than usual given the somewhat unfulfilling time earlier with Frank. And sure enough - with the right attention to the right areas, she succumbed to my tongue probing between her swollen pussy lips.
I love it when she will let me just do this for her. It is so erotic to feel and taste her pussy as it opens and gets ready. Sometimes I'll pull back away from her for a moment and many times, marvel at just how beautiful she is - her pussy flared open, still wet from her earlier tryst with Frank, but now open because of my attention to them. But not Thursday night, as she felt my tongue penetrate her, I felt her hand on the back of my head as she guided me to just how she wanted "it" such that my tongue became almost another finger that plunged deep into her. And yes, I tasted Franks cum in her. It's been a while and even for me to write it like that, it kind of gives me a weird feeling - but tasting it from the swollen recesses of her pussy always makes it okay and Thursday was no different.
I think that's about all I can get out of me right now about Thursday and it's off to bed for me - Sue's been out for 2 hours already... More about the rest of our conversations later....