Chapter 3 .3

He kept pounding away between Linda's legs... grunting and mumbling about how good her pussy felt... then suddenly caught his breath... let out a muffled growl... and blasted a huge load of white, creamy jizz deep inside her sloppy wet cunt.

Claude kept pumping his rigid pole in and out of Linda's vagina... both of them moaning softly and murmuring their mutual pleasure. Then Linda pushed him away... his still hard boner slipping out of her pussy with a 'plop'... and said, "That was great, Claude... but I gotta go."

Still standing behind the stacked boxes, Davis unconsciously reached between his legs and rubbed the raging hard-on that was pushing uncomfortably against the front of his slacks.

Holy fuck, that was hot... he couldn't believe how aroused he'd become just watching his wife getting railed by this artist guy.

Meanwhile, Linda had grabbed some paper towels from a roll sitting on the workbench, and quickly wiped between her legs a few times to clean up Claude's spunk, mumbling, "That'll have to do."

She pulled her panties back up... adjusted the bottom part of her dress around her hips... then slipped her arms through the thin straps of her dress, and tugged her top back up to cover her quivering boobs. She reached inside the top of her dress to re-position her breasts... then patted everything in place... smiled at Claude and mumbled, "There... good to go."

She grabbed her purse and started to leave... then stopped, turned back to Claude... stood on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips, and said, "Let me now when you have another show in town," then she reached down to his crotch and playfully fondled his glistening, still semi-hard cock as it dangled between legs, and added, "I'll see if I can swing by."

Seeing that she was getting ready to leave, Davis quietly opened the workshop door and hurried back to his parking spot. He was sitting in the car with the engine running when Linda came out of the gallery a few minutes later.

She opened her car door... slipped into the passenger seat, mumbling, "Sorry, hon... that took longer than I expected... I hope you didn't mind waiting."

With a knowing smile on his face, Davis replied, "Sure... no problem...so, what took so long?"

The question seemed to catch Linda by surprise... and as she began to formulate an answer, Davis reached over and shoved his hand up her dress... pulled her panties to the side... and slipped two fingers into her still wet pussy.

Feeling the squishy, gooey residue of the artist's cum, Davis began sliding his finger in and out of his wife's vagina... as she blushed and stammered something unintelligible.

"What... I... uh... but..."

Davis laughed, and said, "Don't bother... I know you fucked that artist... I actually saw the two of you in the workshop."

As Linda turned red, and continued to stumble over the words she was struggling to come up with, Davis pulled his fingers out of her slippery cunt... unzipped his pants... and pulled out his swollen erection.

He grabbed the back of Linda's head and pulled her over toward his crotch... forcing her to open her mouth, and suck his engorged prick inside. As she started bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing boner, Davis put the car in gear and started driving them home.

In a guilty haze, Linda kept sucking on her husband's stiff hard-on... then used one of her hands to stroke his shaft... while sucking the head of his cock even harder, and using her tongue to stimulate the bulbous tip.

Davis moaned and rocked his hips, as he continued their fifteen-minute drive back to the house... all the time using his hand on the back of Linda's head to keep her bobbing up and down on his rigid penis.

It didn't take long before Davis suddenly grunted, then pushed his cock as far into his wife's mouth as it would go... blasting a huge load of hot, gooey splooge against the back of her throat. He kept pumping his erection in and out of Linda's mouth... spewing more streams of cum onto her tongue, and making her swallow his entire load... until his nutsack was finally empty.

Davis continued holding his wife's head down to his crotch... pulling her head up and down on his still hard dick... even after he'd finished cumming.

When he finally let her up, Linda lifted her head from his lap... but held onto his shaft with one hand. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she leaned back over into his crotch and drew Davis's slimy shaft back into her mouth.... using her lips and tongue to suck and lick his stiff prick until it was clean... then slurping the last drop of cum from the tip of his cock.

Linda didn't really know what to say, so she just continued to fondle her husband's semi-hard penis... hoping that the situation would somehow magically resolve itself.

Davis glanced over at her and asked, "So.... how long has this shit been going on?"

Still blushing... and a bit flustered at having been caught... Linda figured she should probably come clean and just deal with the consequences. With downcast eyes, she answered, "Well... I... uh.... just about every time I go to an exhibition or art show."

Davis's jaw dropped, as he looked at her incredulously and barked, "What the fuck, Lin.... every single time?"

Linda said, "Well... yeah... pretty much. I've been going to these shows by myself for almost ten years... I usually end up fucking the featured artist before the night's done. Sometimes in the ladies' room... sometimes in the curator's office... sometimes just a quickie in one of the dark corners of the gallery after most of the others have gone."

Still shocked, Davis said, "What about Darcy... does she know about this?"

Linda chuckled, and said, "Yeah... she does the same thing.... and, if I don't find anyone I want to fuck, then Darcy and I usually end up having sex on the sofa in her office.... but usually we both find someone to fuck before the event is over."