I need to meet the woman my husband has been fucking. She has become an obsession ever since I tasted her pussy on my husband’s cock. It happened again last night. When he came home, he attacked me in the kitchen, slamming me against the wall and shoving his tongue down my throat. He pushed me onto my knees and pulled down his pants, forcing his hard cock into my mouth. The fresh taste of pussy was strong.   

He knew I could taste his whore’s pussy. He was flaunting it. After he came in my mouth, we went upstairs and fucked for a good thirty minutes. It was the first time my husband fucked me two nights in a row since we were in the islands three years ago.

Today is Thursday. I go to his office in search of the woman he is fucking. To be honest, he’s probably banging more than one. I should have known better when I married him. After all, I was just another of his sexual conquests when I worked at his law firm one summer. He fucked me up against the wall in the supply room and then asked me out on our first date.

I’m not angry. I should be, but I already know I’m going to get even. I’ve suspected his infidelity for a long time but I didn’t want to know for sure because I didn’t want to have to do something about it. Now I’m ready. I just want to know who he’s fucking. I want to know whose pussy I have been tasting when I suck his cock. 

I go to the oil and gas department of the law firm to check out the women that work with Jeff.  There is a new girl. She’s young and pretty with blonde hair. I introduce myself. Emily drops her eyes and stutters. I’m sure she’s the one. I insist on taking her to lunch. She reluctantly agrees. We make small talk. She won’t look at me. She is nervous. I wait for the right moment to say what I came to say.

“So how long have you been fucking my husband, Emily? I could taste your pussy on his cock when he came home last night. Yes, I still suck my husband’s cock and he still fucks me in case you were wondering.”

I see the tears in her eyes. She wants to say something but the words won’t come out. A mumbled apology finally spills off her lips. 

“Let’s go someplace more private to talk about it,” I say.

She nods. I lead her down the hall to an empty office and lock the door. Emily leans against the edge of the desk. She is crying. I step in front of her and take her hands.

“There’s nothing to be sad about, dear. Jeff is a big-time lawyer and you’re just a young vulnerable assistant out to impress him. Besides, he does have a nice big cock, doesn’t he? I don’t blame you, Emily. He’s the asshole.”

She smiles at me sheepishly as I wipe away a tear from her eye. I slide my hand to her cheek and gently caress it in a motherly manner. I realize that I want her. I have never been with another woman but it has always been a fantasy. I want to caress and feel and kiss and taste the woman my husband has been fucking. I lean forward and whisper into her ear.

“There’s one thing Jeff forgot to tell you, dear. We share everything, and I mean everything.”

Our lips meet. She doesn’t pull away but is hesitant. My mouth opens. I push my tongue between her lips. My hands move to her tits. I squeeze them with my fingers. She is so soft. It turns me on to be with another woman. My pussy gets wet and my nipples swell.

Slowly, Emily responds to my kiss. Her mouth opens and her tongue moves against mine. She puts her hand on my shoulder. I unbutton her blouse and reach behind to unsnap her bra.  My hands squeeze and caress the naked flesh of her soft breasts. Her hard nipples are sensitive to my touch. We break our kiss.

“I… I’ve never done this before,” she mumbles shyly. “Not with another woman I mean.  I’m not sure it's right, Mrs. Gordon.”

“Fucking my husband isn’t right either,” I reply. “But I bet it felt good. I could taste your pussy on his cock last night. I liked it. I want to taste your pussy without his cock.”

“I, um, I don’t think that’s a good idea, Mrs. Gordon. Besides, I have to get back to work.”

Emily tries to pull away but I hold her there. She is hiding something and I want to find out what it is.

“Not so fast, Emily. Not if you want to keep your job.”

She stops struggling. Her pleading eyes look at me. I see fear. I slide my hand under her skirt and up her thigh. She bites her lip and turns her head away. My hand reaches the crotch of her panties. They are soaked and sticky. I slip my fingers into her pussy. It is a mess. 

“I… I’m sorry, Mrs. Gordon. I told you not to.”

I load up my fingers with cum from her pussy and suck them into my mouth.

“Well aren’t we full of surprises? A wife knows the taste of her husband’s cum. Jeff must have been doing some dictation today. How long ago did he fuck you?”

“Um, I was coming from his office when you showed up. I… I couldn’t help myself, Mrs. Gordon. I need this job. My husband doesn’t work.”

So she is married. She doesn’t look more than nineteen. Part of me feels sorry for her. I know how persuasive Jeff can be when he turns on the charm. It is why he is such a successful lawyer. I am actually excited to know that the first pussy I will taste is filled with my husband’s cum.

I squat in front of her and pull down her cum soaked panties. Her pussy is shaved and puffs out from between her legs like a swollen peach. Glistening pink lips with drops of cum peek out from the gash down the middle. I press my lips against her sex and clamp my mouth around her swollen mound. She gasps when my tongue pushes into her cum-filled chamber.

The taste of my husband’s cum mixed with juices from her pussy is intoxicating. I suck and slurp her sweet fruit aggressively and with passion. She spreads her legs and puts her hands on the back of my head. My thumb rubs her clit. I take my mouth off her cunt and thrust two fingers deep inside. I know exactly the right places to touch. 

Emily is breathing in gasps and moans. I move my thumb away from her clit and replace it with my tongue. My fingers continue to dig inside her cunt. I feel her tense. Her legs are shaking. Her fingers dig into my scalp. 

“Oh… oh… oh… oh… uuuhhh… uuunnnggghhh…”

I clamp my mouth over her pussy. She bucks hard against my face. Her whole body is shaking. Her knees buckle. Pussy juice flows into my mouth and coats my thrusting tongue. I continue to munch and lick her quivering sex until she finally pushes me away with shaking hands.

I stand and press my lips against hers. Emily throws her arms around me and opens her mouth. This is a woman desperate to taste the juices of her passion. My fingers slide between her legs and rub her clit. She shudders with a second release. We continue to kiss. I guide her hand between my legs. Her fingers find my pussy through a pair of damp panties.

I lean against the desk and push down on her shoulders. Emily squats in front of me. I lift my skirt and pull the crotch of my panties to the side. Her face moves between my legs. I feel her tongue flick across my pussy and push into my steamy passage. Her mouth opens around my swollen mound.

I put my hands on her head and fuck her tongue. My body is on fire. My nipples are burning. The same mouth that has been sucking my husband’s cock is now eating my pussy. It all seems so nasty and forbidden. I feel pressure building in my belly. I am going to cum in her mouth.

She touches my clit with her finger. Her tongue pushes in and out of my steamy opening. I reach under my blouse and pinch my swollen nipples. My breathing becomes erratic. I grind my pussy against her face. My head is spinning. My legs begin to shake. The pressure in my belly releases in a surge of pleasure that explodes from my opening. I hear a scream pierce the air and am vaguely aware that it must be mine.

I have always been a gusher. My juices fill her mouth. She keeps her lips clamped around my pussy. Her tongue continues to fuck me. A second wave of spasms grips my body. More juices pour into her mouth. I put my hands on her head and buck hard against her face. At last I am finished. She stands and kisses me on the lips as we share the taste of my passion.

“Um… are you going to tell him about us, Mrs. Gordon? Your husband I mean. I don’t want to get in trouble. My husband will kill me if I lose this job.”

“Not as long as you do what I say. I’m going to need your help on a few things. Oh, and you can keep fucking him. I like the taste of your pussy when I suck his cock.”