“You’re late,” he said quietly as Claire entered the room. “I’m sorry,” she replied as she walked up to him. “Things kind of dragged on.” Tim was sat on the edge of the settee and she stood inches from him. Looking up, he saw that she looked tired and her long blonde hair was slightly dishevelled. “Have you been a good girl,” he asked her as he placed his hands on the outside of her knees inches below the hem of the black cocktail dress she was wearing. Her legs were clad in black silk stockings and his eyes fell from gazing at her face to where his hands rested. “I didn’t get any complaints,” she told him. He glanced Escort Karşıyaka up again. “He did have a moan at me though!” Tim’s mouth fell open. “Mind you, he was cumming at the time,” his gasp was clearly audible. “Cumming,” he asked as his hands began to twitch. “Yes, he came inside me,” she said softly. His hands were shaking as they moved up her thighs lifting the hem of her dress with it and so Claire reached down and touched them reassuringly before taking over the lifting of her hem. Tim sat open mouthed and motionless as it rose over the tops of her stockings. Midway between bornova escort her stocking tops and her panties she paused for a few moments and then began the movement upwards again. “Oh my God,” Tim gasped as he began to shake again. It wasn’t the sight of her in her black see-through panties that made him gasp and shake; she was his wife and he seen her like this many times during their six year marriage. No, it was the state of them that stunned him. They were wet; not just wet, they were wet and sticky from cum. Her scent-their scent; the scents from their fucking filled his nostrils. üçyol escort bayan Claire had been fucked; fucked by another man. Claire had allowed another man to fuck her! Claire had given herself to another man. Tim had been cuckolded. “I’m sorry that I am in such mess,” she told him. “He did have rather a lot of cum.” “Y……y……you let him fuck you then?” he said, stating the obvious. “Yes, I’m afraid that I just could not stop myself,” she said quietly. “He had such a big one that I just had to…” she trailed off. One hand moved up to the crotch of her panties and he used his finger to feel the wetness for himself. “How many times?” he asked. “Twice,” she replied still holding up the hem of her dress. His fingers slid inside the side elastic of her panties. “Did you cum?” “Yes, quite a few times actually,” she told him. Though his stomach churned, he felt his erection bulging inside his pants.