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Tiffany and I have been married a little over two years. I first met Tiffany when I literally bumped into her at a coffee shop and spilt my coffee all over her in my rush to get back to the office. When I looked up at her, apologizing profusely for being such a clumsy jackass, I was struck by her incredible beauty. Tiffany stood at 5’11 with the sexiest longest legs I had ever laid eyes on. She had a beautiful big set of D sized tits and the most gorgeous head of red hair ever. She had natural soft curls that cascaded over her shoulders and down her huge tits. Her sexy green eyes pierced my soul! It was love at first sight that very moment for both of us. I introduced myself as Jeff, and handed her my business card to send me the bill for the dry cleaning of the dress I had just ruined. A week went by before I finally heard from her.
Tiffany worked as an Administrative Assistant for one of the big conglomerates downtown. She was very good at her job and was very focused on her career. After several months of intense dating, we decided to get married. This was a second marriage for me and Tiffany’s first. I could never get over the fact that I was able to attract such an incredible beautiful and sexy woman as Tiffany. I didn’t have too many problems with my insecurities and jealousies while we dated, but after we married, my suspicions really got out of hand and boy did I ever fuck up badly.
My insanity was really beginning to take its toll on our young marriage. It didn’t help either that I was ready to settle down and start a family. I started pressuring Tiffany to get pregnant. That didn’t go over too well. She was too devoted to her job to give me a baby right now. She kept saying that the timing was all wrong and that we’d talk about in another year or so. I wanted a child now not in another year or so.
Recently my wife came home from work and informed me that she was to accompany her boss on a business trip out of town. Of course being the idiot I am, I followed her. I put on a disguise and snuck around the hotel where they were staying and spied on her. I was able to indeed verify that they had separate rooms and that there was no sneaking into one another’s room like my overactive mind made me think. Unfortunately for me, the following morning as I sat in the lobby spying on her, Tiffany spotted me and recognized me through my disguise. She stormed up to me, yanked the newspaper from my hands and tore a strip off me. She was infuriated and told me this stunt was the last straw.
A few weeks later, Tiffany called me at work on Friday afternoon. She asked me if we had any plans to go out that night and I informed her that our calendar was clear. She told me she was in the mood to get dressed up and have a nice night out on the town, just the two of us. I thought it was a great idea and something both of us really needed after all the stupid stunts I had pulled recently due to my insane jealousy. Tiffany asked me to meet her at one of the new trendy bars after work around 7pm. I finished up work and had a quick shower at the office gym, and went to wait for her at the bar.
I arrived and ordered my apple martini from the pretty waitress and glanced at my watch noting it was now 7:15pm and wondered where Tiffany was, figuring she was maybe stuck in traffic. A few minutes later, my cell phone rang. Tiffany informed me that she was still stuck in the office due to a huge sudden crisis and she was unable to get away and would probably be really late getting home tonight. I told her it was ok and that I would see her when she got home.
I was really disappointed. I was looking forward to a nice night out with my wife, and now her work came first in our lives once again. I wallowed in my martini for a little while. Sitting there alone, I noticed a strikingly pretty young lady sitting at the bar alone. She was very attractive in a classy way. She must have felt me looking at her when she looked up and saw me staring at her. We made eye contact and I felt the strong urge to go talk to her. I walked up to her and asked her if she was alone. She said that she was and introduced herself as Christine. She was in town on a business meeting and staying at the Westin Hotel just down the street. I didn’t want to go home to an empty house, so I asked her if I could buy her a drink. She accepted and I sat with her at the bar.
I should have gone home instead. What the hell was I thinking? That’s just it, I wasn’t thinking. Not with my brain anyway. Christine and I enjoyed several drinks and we flirted back and forth. Before you could say Rumpelstiltskin, we headed to her hotel room. I didn’t want to be disturbed from any work calls or text messages so I turned off my cell phone. Once we were in the elevator I pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard. My hands gripped her sweet ass and pulled her against my growing bulge. We continued hungrily kissing each other as we stumbled down the hallway to her door. I slammed her up against the outside of her door and pinned her hands above her head as my free hand groped her huge tits as she wrapped her leg around my waist. The lust between us was great, I needed to fuck her and fast.
She reached down and unzipped my pants. My hard dick slipped out and pressed up against the material of her skirt and silky panties. I could feel her panties were slick with her wet juices as I began to probe with my dick to gain entrance past her panties. The fabric finally gave way and my dick slipped deep into her hot wet tunnel. Christine groaned deeply as I felt her walls suck me in even deeper. After several clumsy attempts of swiping her door key, the door finally opened. I kept Christine impaled on my huge dick and carried her into her room and fell onto the bed together.
Christine clawed at my shirt and tie while our mouths hungrily probed each other. She pushed me back for a moment and tore off her blouse tossing it onto the floor exposing her sexy lace black bra. Her tits were magnificent. I buried my face into her deep cleavage licking and sucking them like a wild man. She unclasped the bra and pulled it away giving me complete access to her hard erect nipples. My pants were down around my ankles by this point and I struggled to kick my shoes off in order to completely lose the pants. Finally free of my pants, I rolled Christine onto her tummy and unzipped her skirt and slid it down over that sweet ass. I wasn’t disappointed as her beautiful thonged ass came into view. Immediately I thrust my face into her ass and tongued her ass past the thong making her squeal in delight. She began to thrust her ass further into my tongue. I slipped her black lace thong off her legs and spread her legs wide and thrust my throbbing dick back into her tight juicy cunt. I gripped onto her shoulders and rammed deep and hard into her hungry pussy. Christine screamed, “Yeah that’s it baby fuck me, fuck me like a dirty whore!”
I didn’t want to cum yet, and I knew if I kept slamming away at her in that position I knew I would blow my nuts very soon. I pulled out leaving her cunt begging for more. I spun her back onto her back and spread her legs wide and went down on her sexy shaven cunt. My tongue slowly parted her swollen pink lips and found her hard erect clit. I flicked my tongue over her clit and ran it back down to her leaking cunt to her dark hole and back again, driving her wild with lust as she pulled and pinched her nipples. I then pressed my mouth to her clit and applied pressure as she screamed and gripped my head in her legs, screaming, “Oh fuck yeah, oh fuck yes, yes I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” She rocked her cunt against my mouth as she filled with my mouth with her sweet honey.
She lay there, her huge tits heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I slid onto the bed next to her and she took my nine inch tool into her hands and began to stroke me. She suddenly buried her warm mouth onto my dick. She massaged my aching balls and ran her finger down my ass, making me shudder. Further and further she worked my dick to the back of her mouth. I could feel the resistance as my dick head reached the back of her throat. She continued to push further until I felt her resistance give and my dick was suddenly down her throat. I groaned, “Oh my god, yeah, yeah I like that, don’t stop!”
I could feel my balls begin to tighten and knew it wouldn’t be long. I pulled her off my dick and had her get onto her hands and knees. She knelt down with her face pressed into the pillows, wiggling her ass up in the air, “Give it to me, fuck me good and hard,” she taunted. I gripped my rock hard dick and slid it up and down her soaked slit, hitting her sensitive clit as she begged me to fuck her. I rammed my dick deep and hard causing her to lunge forward. She screamed, “Oh fuck! Yeah fuck me like that, fuck me hard, slam my cunt full of your big dick!” I slammed her hard and deep and within moments exploded my load deep into her cunt. After a short rest we both went for round two! It was unbelievable hot animalistic sex for three straight hours.
I left and made my way home and noticed it was just after 11pm as I parked my car in the garage. Tiffany’s car was already there. I came into the house and Tiffany was sitting in the living room working away on her laptop. I began to hammer into her about ruining our night out tonight because of her having to work late. I kept going on and on about how her job was more important to her than me. She just sat there with no expression on her face, staring into her laptop. Her silence and lack of expression on her face was really frustrating me and pissing me off. I wanted and needed answers. I yelled at her, “Aren’t you going to give me any answers? Are you just gonna sit there with a dumb look on your face and say nothing? Say something dammit!”
There was a long moment of uncomfortable silence between us. Then Tiffany slowly turned the laptop to face me and showed me a webpage for an escort referral service. There on the screen was a picture of a beautiful topless nineteen year old escort named Christine. I swear to god I could not feel the floor beneath me at that very moment and felt as if my gut was slammed by a boulder. Tiffany then looked up at me, “Where the fuck were you all night motherfucker? Were you going to tell me about your little nineteen year old prostitute friend? I sure hope that you were smart enough to wear a fucking condom when you fucked that filthy whore tonight!”
I knew I had been busted. At first I wanted to get mad about it, but I let Tiffany rant and rave for the next hour. She called me every name in the book. I felt so stupid for not realizing I was being set up. I felt so stupid for being caught. I had a whole lot of thoughts reeling through my mind by now. Tiffany then switched into a chilled mode and informed me in a cold tone how things were going to be from now on. Things were going to be a little different in our relationship or else.
I am still in the dog house with Tiffany and I think it’s going to be a while yet before she let’s me out of that dog house. I am still petrified that Tiffany is cheating on me; maybe it is my insane jealousy or maybe it’s just that feeling I can’t shake. I know if I spy on her or question anything she does, I know I will lose her forever.
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