Punishment for a Cheating Wife Phonesex Part 2

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“Wow,” she said simperingly. “So this how the other half lives?” Her name was Lydia this little blonde with big fake tits, too tight top stretched across nipples hard like little buttons you could see through its cheap sheer fabric, too much pink lip gloss we picked up at the bar at my husband’s request. She was sauntering around our penthouse taking in every inch, plotting no doubt on method to land herself rich husband. “Oh God I just love this couch,” her fingers now stroking the fine black leather. “You decorate this yourself”.

She directed question my way but not waiting for answer she turned attention towards antique lamp I bought two winters ago in Brussels. Silly little blonde girls they are all the same. Attention span of a gnat.

Edward had slipped off his jacket and brought over tray of drinks.

Our new guest she was quick to help herself. I was about to take a seat next to him when he suggested I put on some music. It was Edward’s show, so for my part I dutifully obeyed, choosing for first selection I decided on “The Girl From Ipanema” written by Tom Jobim and sung by the incomparable Astrud Gilberto.

Upon hearing opening strains of music, Lydia with started to move her body slowly to the beat.

“Not shy this one,” I said to Edward joining him on couch.

As the song continued, Lydia’s movements grew more sexual in nature, and her focus shifted to Edward as she inched closer and closer.

Soon his hands found their way to her hips pulling her in, their faces nearly touching.

He looked over at me vindictively and I nodded with false nonchalance for him to continue.

With their mouths now locked on to one another kissing deeply, Lydia pulled away and her eyes met mine and asked if we wanted to take this into the bedroom.

“What do you say Pal,” Edward asked me, his voice a low husky tone, his eyes narrow and mean.

I was silent for moment, just a moment, sensing the arousal and also the anger in Edward.

Standing up I took Lydia by the hand and led to the bedroom. Seconds later, Edward followed. Once inside bedroom, I let my natural dominance come to surface and took control of the situation, pushing Lydia onto the bed.

“Ooh, a bad girl,” she giggled, as I slid her panties off and brought my mouth between her legs.

She moaned in pleasure as I brought her to orgasm with my tongue and lips. Looking up, I caught glimpse of Edward watching intently as his wife of nearly a decade was tongue fucked pussy of another woman like a pro. I smiled at him wickedly. He obviously did not know that I had done this ever before. and I could tell he was angry at yet another secret I had kept from him.

“Goddamn you sure can eat a out a pussy,” Lydia said. “I didn’t know they did that in Russia.”

Normally I would have corrected her and told that I was in fact Belorussian and not Russian, but I didn’t see much point and instead shoved my tits in her face.

Lydia without skipping beat began to suck on my nipples.

In the mean time, Edward had joined us on bed, his cock already hard and immediately took me from behind, forcing my head once more into Lydia’s pussy.

“Yes,” he said, “that’s it. I want to see your face buried in that pussy.”

I felt at that moment both a mixture of arousal and degradation, and maybe part of me felt that I deserved the latter feeling. For it was I who betrayed my husband, who spat in the face of his devotion and loyalty and took into my bed his only son.

Roughly now he pulled my head away from Lydia and he himself entered her, fucking her hard for what seemed like an eternity before removing his cock from inside her and directing my mouth onto it.

Can you taste her pussy,” he asked as he started to thrust deep in my throat. “Tell me Jasmine, did you ever suck my son’s cock like this?”

As he asked that final question, his cock exploded in an eruption of hot, thick cum.

“You two are into some weird, weird stuff,” Lydia said. “Holy fuck. You’re both really hot though.”

Yes silly little blonde girl I thought to myself. We are.

 

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