It was the night of our anniversary. After an evening rich in memories and a romantic dinner in one of our favorite restaurants, the celebration was in the sweetest finishing phases late in the night as I slowly slid my cock in and out of my wife, also known as the gem of my life.
"This is what Derek felt."
"Huh? Der...?"
"You know, when I admitted I cheated on you that one time I was at an out-of-town party."
Shit. Why now? And why did I suddenly jump to the precipice of orgasm? I pulled out so the tip of my cock tickled her clit. I could not look at her face though I knew her gaze was fixed on mine.
I tried to shrug it off, saying haggardly, "it's okay, that was a long time ago... and if I slide back inside you now...?"
"Then you will be thinking of the time I let Derek feel what you feel? That I let him fuck me? That he groaned in great passion because of my tight wetness?"
Since I dare not sink inside her I was left with rubbing along her slick slit that acted as a nubby tongue on that super sensitive section just under the head. I could not let myself put my cock back inside because it was true what she said. I would be thinking of the time another man fucked her - and that I knew another man had fucked her, and any man who would fuck my wife would surely do it again if he had the chance. Neither could I cease the delectable gliding of my cock over her clit and outer lips.
Her sentiments mirrored mine. She said with a sensual sigh, "hmmm, yeah, that feels so nice, hmmm, so nice... no, no, baby, not inside, just like that, outside, sliding, sliding."