"Holy shit, Linda... and it sounds like you knew this guy...Claude... have you fucked him before?"

Linda looked down at her husband's cock in her hand, and couldn't help noticing that it had started to grow again in the palm of her pumping fist.

She chuckled to herself, then answered his question, "Yeah... I see Claude every time he has a show in town... about once a month. I usually fuck new artists at these events, but sometimes I'll fuck some of the older artists that have been around a while... especially if they're any good," then she grinned and added, "And Claude's really good."

She glanced down at the stiff dick in her hand, then smiled up at her husband, and said, "Holy shit, Davis... you're as hard as a rock again!"

Davis grumbled, "Don't change the subject", as they turned into their driveway, and he pulled into the open garage... using the garage door opener to lower the door behind them.

Once they were parked, Davis pulled her hand off his throbbing erection, and said, "Get out of the car."

Still a bit disconcerted, Linda climbed out of the car... not quite sure what to expect next.

Davis got out of the driver's side, and walked around to the passenger side of the car, where his wife was standing. He grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her to the back of the car... then lifted her up onto the trunk. 

He pulled at the top of her dress, tearing the thin material, and snapping both of her spaghetti straps... then yanked it down past her heavy breasts with one hand. While her boobs sprung free and bounced back and forth between them, he used his other hand to reach between her legs and rip off her tiny G-string panties.

He threw her torn panties onto the floor by his feet, then... with his raging hard-on still sticking straight out from his unzipped pants... he shoved her knees apart and pushed himself in between her spread legs.

Growling under his breath, Davis grabbed one of Linda's tits with one hand... roughly kneading and pulling on the soft flesh and taut nipple... while using his other hand to grab the shaft of his rigid prick and line it up between her slippery, wet pussy lips. Letting out a loud grunt... he leaned forward... stuffing the head of his throbbing cock into his wife's drenched vagina.

With a massive thrust, he slammed his stiff boner into Linda's snatch as far as it would go... then began rocking his hips back and forth in earnest... plowing his engorged penis in and out of her cunt... over and over... while using both hands to squeeze and slap her flailing boobs.

Davis seemed to be outside himself, as he growled and swore... pawing his wife's heavy breasts, and hammering her pussy with powerful lunges... again and again and again... causing her explosive grunts to mix with his own... bouncing off the walls of the closed garage.

Linda was a bit surprised to realize how much she was enjoying her husband's rough handling of her tits and aggressive pounding between her legs. She couldn't remember the last time he'd paid this kind of attention to her... in fact, she had to admit he'd never fucked her like this in all the years they'd been together.

She closed her eyes, mumbling between grunts, "Oh, yeah, hon... holy shit, yeah... uhn...uhn... harder... yeah... uhn... even harder... oh, my God, that feels incredible... uhn... uhn... keep going... uhn... damn, Rog... what has gotten into you?... uhn... uhn... oh, yeah... fuuuuuuucccckkk.... meeeeeeeeee... uhn... uhn..."

Linda suddenly caught her breath... and let out a keening wail... as an intense, leg-shaking climax coursed through her entire body... just as Davis grabbed both of her tits... hard... and shoved his cock as far into her cunt as it would go.

Linda rocked her hips, grinding her engorged clitoris against her husband's rigid shaft, and blurted, "Oh, shit, hon... I'm cumming.... I'm cumming... I'm cum....ah... ah... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... holy fuck, that feels amazing... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... ooooooohhhhhhhh... for God's sake, keep going.... yeeeeaaaahhhhh... damn, Davis... aaaaaahhhhhhhh... uhn... uhn... hmmmmmmm."

As his wife twerked her hips, and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull his stiff boner as far into her cunt as it would go, Davis let out a guttural moan... and blasted several streams of slimy, white spunk all over the walls of Linda's dripping wet snatch.... mixing his splooge with the artist's cum deep inside his wife's sloppy, cum-filled pussy.

Davis continued to pump his still hard penis in and out of his wife's vagina, even after his nutsack was totally empty... as Linda rocked her hips and moaned... riding her exhilarating climax to its peak. She relished its euphoric heights for a brief moment.... then savored the waning sensation of her ebbing orgasm, as it slowly faded away... gasping for air, and trying desperately to catch her breath.

Once their breathing had settled down, Davis leaned forward... his throbbing cock still shoved deep inside his wife's cunt... and smashed his lips against hers in a hard, tongue-filled, passionate kiss... while roughly squeezing and pulling on her soft tits swaying around between them.

After ending the kiss, Davis pulled his softening dick out of Linda's pussy... causing a mixture of cum and pussy juices to leak from her gaping vagina... then dripped down her ass crack, and pooled on the car's trunk beneath her butt.

Still breathing heavily, he helped Linda off the trunk of the car... then the two of them headed into the house... leaving his wife's torn panties on the garage floor behind them, and the puddle of spunk dripping from the edge of the trunk onto the bumper of the Jaguar.

They walked silently through the house from the garage... both of them a bit dazed, and totally spent from their arduous tryst on the back of the Jaguar... Davis's flaccid cock still sticking out of his unzipped pants, and swaying back and forth between his legs... while his wife's torn dress hung down past both of her bouncing breasts, and remained twisted around her waist.

As they started up the stairs to take a shower, Davis said, "Holy fuck, Lin... I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life... my God, that was incredible."

Linda grinned over at her husband... giggled, and said, "Good... because I'm going to another art show at Darcy's gallery next week."

FOUND OUT HER HUSBAND IS CHEATING AND DECIDED TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN OF HER OWN

Kelly and Jay grew up in different small towns in Kentucky, and met during college when they were both juniors at UK in Lexington. They dated through graduation, then stayed together for several years afterwards, including eighteen months in a long-distance relationship, when Jay had a sales internship in Houston.

The time apart during Jay's internship had been a huge challenge for Kelly, because she had an incredibly high sex drive. But they spent weekends together whenever their schedules allowed... which usually just consisted of non-stop fucking and delivery pizza, so... generally speaking... she was able to get her sex-itch scratched.

In their late twenties they decided to tie the knot... then settled down in Danville, KY... a small town about an hour south of Lexington.

Jay's internship turned into a full-time sales job at the Lexington office of a large, mid-west manufacturing company based in Texas, and Kelly became a nurse at the nearby CHI St. Joseph Health hospital in Nicholasville.

Jay tended to travel throughout his sales region on business, and was often away for several days at a time... sometimes even over the weekends, depending on how many sales calls he could squeeze into any given trip.

Kelly missed him terribly when he was on his business trips... and given her extremely active libido... she tended to rely heavily on her fingers, vibrators and dildos to help out while he was gone. But when he would return home from his business trips, she could scarcely wait for him to get through the door before ripping his clothes off and jumping on his dick.

Although they occasionally had dry spells in the relationship... for the most part, it seemed to be working for them.

They'd been married for about seven years, when Jay was set to fly off on another business trip that would take him to Tulsa, OK for several days, including the upcoming weekend. The morning he was scheduled to leave, Kelly woke up first... and smiling to herself... reached beneath the covers to find Jay's perpetual morning wood.

They hadn't had sex for a couple of days, so she wanted to send him off on his trip with a sweet, sexy moment to remember... plus, she was hoping to get a nice orgasm of her own to start her day.

She ran her hand up and down his fully erect penis... spending a little extra time rubbing the wide, bulbous head... as Jay groaned himself awake, and wiped the sleep from his bleary eyes.

"Hmmmmm... that feels good, Kel... yeah, keep going."

Kelly smiled, as she lowered her head and sucked his stiff boner into her mouth... then began bobbing her head up and down... using her tongue along the ridge of his mushroom-shaped tip, while using one of her hands to stroke his rigid shaft.

She could feel herself getting wet as she sucked on Jay's hard prick... she was hoping to climb on top of him... straddle his hips... and ride his engorged cock until they both had wonderful, intense morning climaxes.

But, it became pretty obvious that wasn't going to happen when Jay grabbed the back of her head and held it in place... as he rocked his hips and pumped his stiff rod in and out of her mouth, until he suddenly caught his breath and blasted a load of jizz against the back of her throat.

Disappointed... but still game... Kelly continued bobbing her head up and down on his spent boner, swallowing his entire load, as Jay spewed rope after rope of splooge into her mouth, until his nutsack was totally empty.

When Jay was done cumming, and Kelly had licked off the last few drops of semen from the end of his dick, Jay gave her a quick kiss on the forehead... then climbed out of bed and headed for the shower, saying, "That was great, Kel... I gotta get going, though... my plane leaves in a couple of hours."

Then he poked his head back out of the bathroom and said, "Hey, I don't really have time for breakfast, but could you make me a couple of pieces of toast to take with me to the airport?"

With a heavy sigh, Kelly nodded, and mumbled, "Sure, hon... whatever you want."

As she heard the water running in the shower, and Jay humming some tuneless song she didn't recognize, Kelly decided her throbbing clitoris and wet snatch needed some attention. She leaned back against the headboard of their bed... spread her legs... then moved one hand down to her crotch and began stroking her moist pussy... while using the other hand to gently massage her heavy breasts and pull on her taut nipples.

With her eyes closed, and her head resting against the headboard behind her, Kelly rubbed tight little circles around her stiff nub... sometimes sliding a couple of fingers inside her wet vagina... and mewling softly, as a delicious climax began to build between her legs. As her release became imminent, her breathing started to catch... then she let out a guttural moan and creamed all over her probing fingers... as a warm, tingly orgasm washed over her.

As she caught her breath and climbed out of bed, she smiled resignedly to herself and muttered, "Well... it was just a little one... but I guess it was better than nothing."

Kelly threw on a robe and headed into the kitchen to make Jay's toast. As she finished buttering the second slice, she heard Jay's phone buzz on the counter, where it had been charging overnight.

She took a look at the screen, and her eyebrows popped up in surprise.

On Jay's cell phone screen there were two new texts from a woman, whose name Kelly didn't recognize... but she could see part of the text on the phone display, and also that one of the texts was a picture.

Using Jay's password, she activated the phone, and clicked on the texts.

She was even more surprised to see a selfie of a woman... smiling into the camera... totally naked... with her legs apart, and the fingers of one hand spreading her glistening, pink pussy lips... followed by a text that said, "This is what's waiting for you when you get here."

As she stared at the phone in her hand, Jay came into the kitchen... showered, dressed, and ready to head to the airport.

He saw what she was looking at, and swore, saying, "Goddammit, hon... what the hell are you doing looking at my phone?", then frowned and added, "I didn't want you to see that... it's, uh, not what it looks like."

Kelly threw the phone at him, and said, "The fuck it isn't... it looks like you're cheating on me with some skank in Tulsa."

Jay bent over to pick up his phone off the floor, and mumbled, "Well... OK, I guess it is what it looks like... but she's not a skank."

Kelly continued to stare at him with an incredulous, unbelieving look on her face... unable to utter any kind of response, as the reality of the situation slowly sunk in.

Jay glanced at his watch, then grabbed his suitcase and the toast from the counter. He tried to give Kelly a goodbye kiss, but she pushed him away, saying, "What the fuck, Jay... no way."

He backed up toward the front door, saying, "Sorry, hon... I gotta run, but we can talk about this when I get back from my business trip." Then he turned, opened the front door, and hurried out to his car.

Kelly was still in shock, as she heard Jay's car pull out of the driveway. In a bit of a daze, she headed into the bathroom to take a shower. By the time she'd finished showering, her shock at the morning's events had begun to wear off, and she found herself getting increasingly angry at Jay for cheating on her... and at herself, for being such a pushover.

She got dressed and headed off to work, determined to get through the day... then figure out a way to get back at her philandering husband.

That evening... after she'd returned home from work and taken a quick shower... Kelly decided she needed to go out... and, hopefully... find some action. If Jay was gonna fuck around on her, then... dammit... she could do the same thing.

She decided to go to one of their neighborhood bars, where she knew there was a DJ playing music, a dance floor, a pool table in the back room... and plenty of alcohol. She and Jay weren't really bar-goers, per se, but tonight it seemed like the perfect place to be.

Kelly stepped out of the bathroom and let the towel she was wrapped in drop to the floor... then stood in front of the bedroom mirror for a few moments, checking out her naked body. With a sly grin on her face, she nodded her approval, as she gently massaged her fleshy, 34E breasts... enjoying the sensual feeling of her hands on her soft tits, and noticing her firm nipples poking out a little more than usual. She could tell she was already getting excited about the evening ahead.

She released one tit, reached down with that hand past her shaved pussy mound... and slipped it between her legs... running a finger back and forth along her dewy pussy lips. Still grinning at her reflection, she mumbled softly, "You still got it girl... even at thirty-six", then she chuckled and gave her boobs a final appreciative squeeze, before adding, "Tonight should be fun... just like back in college".

Kelly walked into her closet, poked around a bit... then pulled out her sexiest top... a lightweight, halter-style crop top that barely covered her heavy boobs, and left her flat tummy totally exposed... which would be perfect for what she had in mind.

She slipped it on... noting the obvious bumps her nipples made through the thin material... then adjusted the midriff ribbing, and tucked her tits into place. She nodded silent approval at the plunging décolletage neckline, which left plenty of cleavage exposed between her fleshy breasts, as she pulled the straps up over her boobs and tied a bow at the base of her neck.

She reached into her dresser and started to pull a pair of G-string panties... but stopped... then, with an impish grin decided to go commando, and tossed them back into the drawer, instead.

Kelly dug into her closet again, and found a short, flare-bottom mini-skirt that ended just above mid-thigh when she was standing... shimmied it up over her hips, and checked herself in the mirror again, as she pulled up the zipper on the side.

She smiled and thought to herself, "Perfect", as she shook her shoulders slightly to watch her heavy breasts sway and wobble beneath the thin fabric of her top.

Still smiling, she turned and looked over her shoulder to see how she looked from behind. With a mischievous grin, she noted that if she bent over even a little, she could almost see her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the hem of her short skirt.

After putting on some make up, Kelly stepped into a pair of sexy heels to complete the outfit, then headed out to her car and drove to Buckland's Bar and Grill, about fifteen minutes away.

It was a Wednesday night, so the bar wasn't very crowded... but the DJ was already playing loud, thumping tunes... and there were men and women sitting at several tables around the main room, trying to hear each other talk over the din of the blaring music.

Kelly found a seat on a bar stool in the middle of the bar, ordered a glass of whatever they had on tap, then spun around on her stool to check-out the room. Glancing to her left, she noticed that the pool room was empty... off to her right, there were two couples laughing as they tried to play darts, and an old guy sitting at one end of the long bar, nursing a beer.

With a sultry grin on her face, she leaned back against the edge of the bar... with her elbows resting behind her for support... which, she knew, accentuated her heavy breasts, and made her nipple bumps even more obvious.

Before her beer was even delivered, Neil and Sean... two guys who had been sitting at one of the tables when she first arrived... slid onto the empty bar stools on either side of her.