Maybe

Maybe
The word maybe has become the single word that ignites extreme passion in me. Let me explain, my wife is a sexy one hundred pound , five foot four hot wife. I made her that way by suggesting that she have sex outside of our marriage. It actually started one night after a bunch of friends that had come over to swim and drink had left. One of my friends was over served and I took his keys, I told him to crash in the guest room. As my wife and i where picking up around the pool I told her that Id finish up if she wanted to go and have sex with Mike. She told me that maybe she would. I said do it. She left me outside and went into the house.

When I came in I listened at the closed door of the guest room but couldn't hear anything. I went to bed and it was two hours before my wife joined me. As she got into bed I asked if Mike had fucked her. Very shy like she said maybe. I begain kissing her neck and I put one hand between her legs, at first she wouldn't open them. I started sucking one of her nipples and she allowed her legs to open enough for me to get a finger in her wet pussy. It was soaking wet. I asked if he had come inside her. She said maybe.

As I started eatting her creamypie pussy I could smell Vaseline, I ask if he had fucked her in the ass too. She said yes, and I asked if he had come in her ass too? She said maybe.

That night marked the beginning of her having sex with guys with and without my knowledge. One evening she came in from work a little later than normal. I don't know why but I asked if she had been fucking. She was standing in the den wearinga a pair of dress slacks and a button down blouse. She said maybe I have. I eased my hand down the front of her slacks and inside her pantyhose. She spread her legs making it easier to get my finger into her vagina. As soon as I reached her very wet pussy hole the look on her face changed to a slight snarl. She almost looked proud of the fact that her cunt was all swollen and leaking cum. I got her pants off and pulled her pantyhose down far enough to be able to eat her pussy.

The next morning as I was ready to leave for work I asked if she was going to have sex tonight. She said maybe. When I got home I saw again that I had beat her home. I mixed a drink and waited for her. She was over two hours late getting home. She asked as if everything was normal. I had to bring up the subject. Well I said. She looked at me over her mixed drink, well what she said. Well is your pussy all fucked up I asked her. Maybe it is she said. She had worn a skirt to work today and it came above her knees. I asked her to stand up. When she did I raised her skirt to find she had not worn panties under her pantyhose. He hairless slit could be seen through the nylon panty of the hose. I put my nose right on the cotton crotch and I could smell the sent of a man. I sucked at the cotton triangle. It was damp, as I licked it I could feel her swollen clit under the meteral. Her hand held my face in tight making me lick her through the nylon.

I tried to have sex with her but her vagina was way to relaxed and wet. She couldn't feel me inside her and I felt like I was fucking a bowl of pudding. Now ever time I asked if she plans on getting fucked that day and she says maybe, my entire day is spent day dreaming about her nasty pussy when she gets home.