Walking into the bedroom, my heart was already pounding. My body was still buzzing from hours ago, when two of my colleagues had their way with me while my husband was out of town. They took turns, completely wrecking me until I couldn’t take anymore. And now I was home, still carrying their load inside my married pussy.

My husband didn’t have a clue. How could he? Every weekend, I played this game perfectly. He thought I was his faithful, devoted wife. He had no idea I craved more than he could give me. His time away just made me want to play even more.

I couldn’t help but smile a little as he came over, ready to have his way with me. I’d wiped the cum off my thighs, but I left my pussy alone on purpose. I wanted him to taste them without knowing it. The second he unzipped my dress, I knew what was next.

He went down on me, pressing his mouth against my still-wet folds. “You taste amazing,” he mumbled, his tongue working my clit. If he only knew he was licking another man’s cum out of me. I moaned, playing along, but my mind was replaying those two studs fucking me like animals. Their smell, their passion… it was all still so fresh.

But my husband just kept going, totally clueless that I was still full of another man’s cum. He worked at it, eyes locked on me, completely oblivious.

Finally, about half an hour later, he was done and slumped beside me, spent. I just lay there, my mind racing. Should I tell him? Would it destroy everything? Or do I just keep living this double life, getting my fun on the side? Who knows. For now, I’ll just continue to enjoy the feeling of their cum inside of me, while my husband is completely unaware that he can’t even reach the parts of me they owned.