“How was your first day at work honey?” I asked my wife. “Do you like your boss, and the people you work with?”

My wife got the funniest look on her face. Enigmatic is maybe the better word. I could tell she was off in a memory somewhere and would have to remerge before she could talk to me. It never took long, but that was her way. I can tell when it happens because her eyes lose focus and she looks off into space. Then, when she looks back at me and her eyes refocus, she is again in the present with me.

Just then the buzzer on the stove went off. Dinner was ready. She set about putting it on the table. My Megan is an excellent cook. Much better than I am, but I do help out by doing all the dishes every night and cleaning up the kitchen after we eat.

By the time I had the kitchen cleaned and dishes done, she was watching her favorite TV show. I had forgotten about my unanswered question.

Megan normally wears flannel to bed. She has a flannel gown that comes up to her chin and down to her feet. But not tonight. Tonight when she came out of our bathroom, she had on her white negligee. The one she wore on our wedding night. Something was up. It was only the second time she had worn it.

As she came to bed, Megan did not turn out the light on her bed stand either. I could see the silhouette of her body through her diaphanous gown. Her nipples were hard! The light of her bedside lamp seemed to caress their proud presence. Usually her nipples are almost inverted, forming a darker cap of sorts to the roundness of her breasts. Not tonight, they were proudly present, pointy, and incredibly hard! Promising signs were popping up all over!

She smiled softly at me as she turned toward me, her eyes seeming to take pleasure that I had been staring at her body. Her eyes were sort of softly, hazily focused on mine. She seductively passed the tip of her tongue along her lips as she looked at my eyes staring straight at her titties. They were swinging free, and her proud nipples were caressing the fabric of her negligee.

I was fully tented. Mr. Cock instinctively knew he was getting laid tonight.

Megan pulled the covers back to expose my erection. “Mmmmmmm, ready for me already!” she murmured, her eyes staring directly at him. Another first.

My wife had never acted like this in the 5 years we have been married.

“Hold him straight up hon,” she instructed me.

Baffled but ready, I held him straight up as directed.

The scent of her best perfume wafted across my nose as she straddled my hips then slid her body onto him. She was so wet that there was no need for foreplay. She sank onto me with a soft warm sigh. “Mmmmm, I love how your cock feels as it slides into me honey!” she murmured softly, her face radiating pleasure. She stayed still for a long time, just looking at me, just letting my penis soak in her wet, warm, soft pussy.

Then, still staring at me with that radiant look, she reached down, took the hem of her negligee, and pulled it up over her head. For the first time in our marriage, my wife was totally naked in front of me! The shadows of the bedside light cast incredibly seductive views of her curves as she stared at me, looking for approval of her womanly body. I was again shocked when she brought her hands softly to mine and brought them to her breasts, her incredible firm, high, proud breasts.

I was totally mesmerized. It was an evening of wonderfully erotic firsts!

My eyes followed my hands as they caressed and explored her gorgeous titties. My thumbs played with her nipples, my palms thrilled to the resilient firmness of her breasts.

She watched my eyes as, captivated, I toyed with her body. She slowly began to move her hips, not up and down, but forward and back. She was pressing her clit to my pubic bone with each purposeful stroke of her hips.

“Honey, I love to fuck. Do you know that?” Her mouth was smiling at me, but had a funny twist of her lips, almost a triumphal sneer.

Now my wife had never ever said any words that even came close to the word “Fuck” before tonight. This truly was a night of firsts! The phrase “What do you say to a naked lady?” suddenly came to mind. My eyes refocused as I returned to the subject at hand.

Squinting in the soft light, I thought perhaps there was something on her breast. In fact there appeared to be a number of blemishes on her breast. I stared at them, not sure what I was seeing, or thought I was seeing.

Seeing me focusing on her breast, Megan cupped herself, making sure I could see her succulent orb well. She smiled at me as she turned slightly so that is was better illuminated. I was right! There were unusual blemishes all around her nipple, and down under her breast, and on the upper curve of her breast. In fact, when she moved her hand, I could see that they were all over her breast. BOTH breasts!

I must have looked stupidly quizzical.

“They are hickeys honey,” she explained, as though they were normal and harmless.

“Hickeys?” I asked, not comprehending what she was telling me.

“Yes baby, I am answering your question,” she said softly.

“My question?” I was totally lost.

“You asked how my first day at work went honey. I’m answering your question.” She giggled nervously as she leaned forward so that I could see the blemishes better. “They are called ‘love bites,’ baby. My um, boss spent a lot of time giving them to me today.”

“Your boss?” I had totally lost track of what the hell we were talking about. I had no clue what my wife was telling me. None of this made a lick of sense. I was like a lost child in the woods wondering which way home was. “Your boss sucked on your tits?” I asked as though I only had the knowledge of a 7 year old.

Megan began to slowly circle about as though stirring my cock as if it were a ladle. Her inner muscles began to massage him. She had never done this before. It confused me farther. There was simply too much going on for my brain to process.

She smiled nervously at me again, then kissed me softly. “Do you like how my vagina feels on your cock baby?” She squeezed it several times with her pussy.

I nodded, still confused as hell, but sure of one thing, I loved how her pussy felt on my cock. “Yes!”

“Good honey! Very good! I have it especially hot for you tonight!” She chuckled nervously again as t hough she were sharing a joke with me. “Does it feel different tonight than it usually does, honey?” Her eyes were watching me carefully, gauging my reaction.

I tried to think, but my brain was buried in my wife’s pussy. I simply shrugged slightly. My eyes focused again on her perfect breasts. Well perfect except for a bunch of hickeys, that had inexplicably been put here by her new boss!

“My boss loves to give hickeys. She says any breasts as perfect as mine should have hickeys on them at all times to show they are cherished.”

She? “Your boss is a woman?” I blurted.

Megan nodded, smiling shyly.

I looked down at my cock as Megan lifted her body a bit. My cock was covered with a slimy gooey white cream. It had run down my cock and was pooling on my abdomen. I could even feel it coating my testicles. In fact, I could feel it running down my balls and beginning to cover my asshole. Belatedly I realized that it looked like cum.

But I hadn’t cum yet, had I?

I looked back at Megan. She cocked an eyebrow at me. Then it hit me.

I am sure my face answered her questions.

She slid back down my cum covered cock and began to writhe on my groin. As if she had reached a critical juncture in our love making, she groaned, “OH FUCK YEAH! SO DAMNED MANY COCKS! God baby, they all fucked me today! Everyone in the office! Even all the outside salesmen! FUCK! I am so full of cum I could hardly walk home honey! They put a plug in my cunt so it would not leak out. They all wanted me to save it to fuck you with. They all fucked me over and over and over oh god I am going to cccccccccccummmmmmmmmm

Shuddering, she was slamming her cunt down onto my cock as gallons of their cum poured out of her cunt, covering my groin and pubic hair, splashing onto my thighs and even up onto my chest.

Suddenly Megan collapsed, passing out on my chest, her soft cheek against my neck.

Inexplicably, I was still hard inside her still quivering body. I was too stunned to do anything but lie there and wonder what had happened to my wife, to my life.

My wife was now the office whore? MY wife? A fuck slut? My WIFE was fucking men all day at the office and now she was fucking me? Showing her tits to me that her work mates had so obviously taken pride in despoiling? Fucking my cock with all their cum still inside her? Making me the one they would all whisper about and laugh at when they saw me at parties, or at the grocery store?

I was still hard inside her.

Megan stirred on my chest.

Her a hand caressed my cheek. “I love you baby.” She murmured.

I was still hard.

Her hips began to move and her pussy began to clench me. She began to move on me in a way that seemed to desperately coax my cock toward cumming. She was working her magic on my bean stock. I felt my testicles begin to churn and my cock swelled to a hardness I had never felt before.

“Oh god baby,” she whispered, “I love it when you get so hard like this! Shoot your cum into my sloppy wet cunt baby, fuck your slutty wife and make her cunt cum again. Make her cum like the slutty whore she is. Make her cum again and again and again. She loves to fuck, honey, she loves it. She wants you to know that. Turn me over and fuck my cunt so hard you pound me through the mattress like the guys at work did today!” She began to keen in her lust. “Oh god baby! Fuck my cunt! Fuck your wife’s slutty whorey cunt! Make her scream and cum. Make her cum, make her cum like a whore!” Her body began to convulse in another shattering orgasm.

Her pussy clamped my cock so hard that I was sure there was a hand squeezing me. Her hips slammed up and down on my cock like a dog fucking his bitch. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she convulsed.

I had no choice, I started cumming. I have never in my life cum as hard as I did as my beloved innocent wife revealed her true self to me.

We both collapsed.

I remember nothing until the following morning. I had to piss so hard that I was not sure I would make it to the can!

Finally, relieved of my piss, I returned to our bed. It was then that I remembered what had occurred the night before. Was it just a dream? Was it just my fantasies going wild? And nuts? Or had my wife actually come home full of the cum of other men and then fucked me till I passed out?

I had to know.

Feeling as if I was spying on her, I gingerly pulled the covers back just enough to see her right breast.

Her tit was indeed covered with hickeys!

She opened one eye and looked at me. I could see she was scared. Unable to stand not knowing where she stood, she murmured fearfully, “Do you still love me?”