In my case, I didn’t know she had been fucked until she got home from a night at the bar with her girlfriend (who was in a long-term relationship).
One of our favourite fantasies was imagining her picking someone up at a bar, either in front of me or while on a girls night out.
When she brought me into the bedroom to get my opinion of her outfit, I “sexed” it up. Undoing buttons on her blouse down to her lacy black pushup bra. I kissed her cleavage before dabbing my favourite perfume between her luscious breasts.
I didn’t say anything about our fantasy, but she told me later she started thinking about the possibilities at that moment.
She asked me if I was sure about it. She likely wasn’t asking me about how I changed her appearance.
I told her I was sure, and to have fun with her friend. She gave me a sly smile and told me they would.
It was about 4:30 am when she finally got home, leaping onto my ...... back, leaning down to my ear and whispered how very aroused she was.
On the drive to the bar, she shared our fantasy with her friend and told her how much I loved it. Her friend told her it inspired her to get laid that night. She and my wife decided they wanted to get lucky if they found the right guys.
We found them, she said, as she told me how the two of them seduced two good looking guys, who as they found out later, were sharing a nearby hotel room. She climbed onto my lap, feeling my erection throbbing underneath her obviously wet cunt.
I was groaning she told me about their night. She described in erotic detail how they had fucked these guys brains out, and how hot it was watching her unfaithful friend riding her guy it the next bed.
Up until then, I was convinced she was only telling me a story. She moaned how horny she stillmwas, and asked to ride my face, a favourite position of hers.
She took off her tights and climbed over my body onto my face as she grabbed the headboard for support. Then, I saw the white cream flowing from her wet, swollen pussy as she lowered it down to my lips. It was glorious.
My imagination is a powerful aphrodisiac.
I’d rather listen to her.