Late

"It...it's morning," I said, waking up when my wife crawled into bed.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," she said.

"Are...are you just getting home?" I asked, confused.

She nodded. "He...he didn't want me to leave," she said.

"You...you spent the night?" I asked. "I...I thought...I mean..." You had a rule, no spending the night. You didn't want to complain too much, but still.

"Shhhh, I know," she said, "I tried, but one thing led to another and...well..."

"I just...the whole night?"

She looked guilty. "I got you something, though," she said, smiling, "I mean...to make it up to you."

"What?" you asked skeptically.

She smiled, whispered in your ear. "Something fresh," she said, devilishly. "Like half an hour ago fresh. " She flipped off you onto her back. "Feel," she said.

Obediently, you reached into her panties, felt her, warm, sticky, wet, crusty.

"Angie," you swallowed hard.

"I've been holding it in," she said, "carefully. There's so much. From last night all over the outside, from this morning inside me. I know I'm not supposed to spend the night with him, but I thought maybe this would make it up."

"Angie, all...all night?"

"Shhh, come lick me," she said, "complain later if you still want to."

Guided by uncontrollable lust, you kissed your way down her stomach to her pussy. The smell was overwhelming, musk, masculinity mixed with her sweetness. "That's it baby, lick his cum for me, I'm sorry, lick his cum for me."