Adultery He Fucked My Girl by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He Fucked My Girl Ch. 08

The next weekend Ricky came to our place for dinner. I didn't want her to spend all evening with him at a party like last weekend, but I also didn't want to forbid her from seeing him again. This seemed like the best compromise.

She wore her wedding and engagement rings, but not his high college ring. Also, she dressed casually, just jeans and a loose shirt. In fact, she wore one of my button down polo shirts. I think she did all of this to make me feel better, to reassure me that she was my girl and Ricky was the FWB.

Despite dressing casually, she looked hot! But then, she always did. Her tight ass and long legs looked good in any jeans, and the loose shirt provided ample opportunities to look down her blouse at her cute lacy bra covering her small breasts. And of course, she had the prettiest face and silkiest blonde hair.

Ricky and I shared her that night. Jen made sure to pay as much attention to me as Ricky. In fact, she was in my arms and kissing me more than him. Ricky got aggressive and tried to take over a few times, but each time she put him in his place. He gave her another mind-blowing orgasm and he fucked her bareback and came inside her, but she gave me most of her attention. Afterwards, she told Ricky to leave (she didn't let him sleep on our sofa). Then she guided me into the shower and soaped me up. She changed the sheets and then snuggled into my arms. "I want to smell just us," she told me. Then we made love, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Obviously, I felt great the next morning. Jen and I spent the day together, sleeping in, making love, a long relaxing brunch sitting outside at our favorite bistro, more love making. Ricky texted her. She looked at the first one, then turned off her phone without even responding.

The next weekend was similar. Ricky came over and had sex with Jen, but clearly she and I were the married couple, and he was the third person making it a threesome.

The weekend after she didn't see Ricky at all. We had a family event on Saturday, and obviously he wasn't there. On Sunday he texted and called Jen and wanted to see her, but she flat out told him no.

Obviously, all of this reassured me and eased my insecurities and jealousy. She was my hot wife and we both loved the excitement of the Game, but there were limits to it. She was my hot wife, a very pretty girl so sensual and adventurous she'd fuck other men on our wedding night and honeymoon, but at the end of the day it was about just the two of us. She was my girl. She was mine.

The next weekend we went to a party with friends. Ricky was only tangentially part of this group. I'm sure he came only to see Jen. She held my hand or hugged my arm the entire party. When Ricky arrived she said hi and kissed him hello, but she'd done that with all our male friends there.

It was my turn to give Ricky a smug smile, which told him she was MY girl. I might loan her out to him, but she was mine. MINE!

The party got really crowded. The hosts had a huge house and it seemed packed wall to wall with people. I got separated from Jen, which is normal at parties like this. But after an hour I started wondering, because I hadn't seen Ricky either. I walked through the house looking for her. It was a slow search because I kept running into people I knew and each time to be polite I had to spend a few minutes chatting.

Jen wasn't anywhere. Of course she could now be someplace I'd searched earlier, which would make perfect sense because she was a bubbly social butterfly who pranced from place to place smiling and chatting with everyone. But then I remembered the house had a sub-basement. I only remembered it because once Larry (the owner and host) mentioned it because he was thinking of using it as a wine cellar.

It took me a while to find the stairs to the sub-basement. The way the house was designed, you couldn't accidentally run into it, you had to be looking for it. Finally I found it, and I walked down the stairs. There were tall wine racks everywhere. Apparently Larry had followed through on his plans to build a wine cellar there.

The wine racks made the room like a library, where you had to move passed one tall rack to see the next one. I heard moans from the other side of the room. I slowly and silently navigated through the tall wine racks. My heart sank as I got closer and recognized the moans as my wife's.

I peered between the bottles of the last wine rack. Ricky had Jen bent over a table, her skirt around her waist. Her hands gripped the side of the table as he fucked her from behind.

"Oh god I need this so bad!" she moaned as he rammed her. "God Ricky, fuck me hard, give me all of it!"

Ricky grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, twisting her head and kissing her. She kissed him back and I could tell from their cheeks they were tonguing each other. "You missed my cock babe?" he hissed into her ear.

"Oh god yeah," my wife gushed. "I've missed your cock. I've missed you!"

Ricky smirked. "Mike is kidding himself if he thinks he can keep a hot girl like you satisfied."

"Don't be mean Ricky," Jen gasped as he plunged into her again. "Just fuck me!"

Ricky smiled delightedly, and then he kissed her neck. His mouth and lips moved to her shoulder. Then she pulled her shoulder away from him. "No marks Ricky."

Anger flashed in his eyes and he pulled out. "What?" Jen said not understanding.

He pushed her away and said angrily "Fuck you Jen!"

They stood facing each other about 3 feet apart, both of them still panting from their sex. Anger showed on Ricky's face, concern on Jen's. Jen's skirt had settled back into place when she stood, but the top of her dress was still around her waist. Self-consciously, she adjusted her bra so her breasts were back in the cups.

She took a step towards him and rubbed his chest. "Ricky, you know you can't leave a mark on me," she said in a soft voice, reasoning with him.

He glared at her but didn't pull away from her hand. "I'm tired of sneaking around!"

"I know baby," she said soothingly. Reaching up on her tiptoes (even in her high heels he still towered over her), she gently took his face in her hands and tenderly kissed him.

Her intimacy and tenderness seemed to appease him, and his anger cooled. "I'm tired of sneaking around," he said again, but this time there was more bitterness than anger in his voice.

"I know I know," she soothed him, still on her tiptoes, gently caressing his face and kissing him.

They kissed deep. Ricky lifted her up so she sat on the edge of the table. He lifted her skirt back around her waist and spread her legs. He pressed his cock against her pussy lips. "I love you Jen," he said as he pushed his cock inside her.

She grunted as he entered her. They fucked like out-of-control teenagers. He made Jen cum, her body shaking as the massive orgasm rushed through her body.

Then it was his turn. "I want to cum inside you!" he said.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. "I want you to Ricky, cum inside me." Then she kissed him and wrapped her legs around him, keeping his cock deep inside her as he ejaculated his sperm deep inside her fertile womb.

They lay there hugging each other and gasping into the others face as they caught their breath. Even after their breath returned to normal they stayed like that, hugging each other, tenderly kissing each other. She ran her fingers through his hair, looking deep in his eyes.

"I really love you Jen," he said to her. She smiled tenderly at him but didn't say anything. "I've never loved a girl before, not really. But I love you. God, Mike is a lucky bastard to be married to you!"

He blushed feeling foolish, and Jen smiled and tousled his hair. But the mention of me must have broke her out of her reverie, as she pushed against him. "I have to get back Ricky," she said.

He held her there, kissing her and nuzzling her neck. "Why aren't you wearing my ring?" he said, his tone playful.

"Ricky, you know why," she playfully back. She kissed him and then took his hand and rubbed it across her stockings. "I think of you whenever I put on stockings."

He smiled and kissed her again. She kissed him back, but then broke away. "Ricky I really need to go," she said, urgency creeping into her voice.

"First, tell me you love me," he said.

"I've told you before," she giggled, trying to wiggle from under him.

"Tell me again," he insisted.

Jen -- my wife -- took Ricky's face tenderly into her soft hands. Looking deep into his eyes, she said "I do love you baby."

At that moment I felt like my life was over. I had trouble breathing, and staggered back, like I was having a heart attack. Somehow they didn't hear me, and that probably was the reason Ricky didn't see me. He dressed and walked right by me, but he didn't see me because I'd staggered into dark shadows.

I felt despair overwhelm me, and my heart pounded. Somehow I managed to stay silent. Looking between the wine bottles, I watched her. Working fast, she undressed completely. She pulled a package of wipes from her purse, and she wiped her body all over. She put her bra, panties and stockings into a plastic bag, and stuffed the bag in her purse. Then she pulled out new lingerie (matching the soiled ones) and dressed quickly. She fixed her hair and makeup.

There was a mirror, and she inspected herself carefully. She seemed satisfied because she picked up her purse and hurried out of the wine cellar. I waited a few moments and then followed her out. To my surprise, she didn't immediately rejoin the party. Instead, she disappeared up the back staircase, that I knew led up to the master bedroom. Then I remembered and it made sense to me. The master bath had a bidet. She knew how to cover her tracks, clearly she'd done this before, and she'd planned to fuck Ricky here at the party.

A little later Jen approached me, a smile on her face. She looked perfectly normal, from looking at her you wouldn't know she was freshly fucked. She hugged my arm and kissed me. "Hi baby, where have you been?" she asked cheerily. "I've been looking all over for you." She knew something was wrong when she looked at my face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm leaving," I said abruptly. "Are you coming, or staying?"

"Of course I'm going with you," she said, concern on her face, hugging my arm tighter.

"Whatever," I said.

We didn't speak as we rode the taxi home. During the entire drive she held my hand, she looked at me with concern but didn't say anything.