Bitch Wife 21+ [M53/F28] [Straight Sex] [Busty] [Cheating] [Sneaky Sex] – Short Sex Story

I stared at the real estate agent as my wife gave her the usual look, another viewing, and another house my wife would turn down.

“I just don’t like it,” Tessa said. “Maybe the next one,” she said as she walked towards the door.

Tessa was a stuck-up bitch; if her father weren’t my boss, I would have left her years ago. She was spoiled to the core, and I was as much to blame as her father.

When I met Tessa, she had a silver spoon shoved as far down her mouth as it would fit. I did everything I could to impress her because she was the best-looking woman I had seen. Granted, now that I look back at it, I was absolutely wrong, but her father took a liking to me, which was the end of that. We were married.

“What is it going to take?” Chelsea asked.

Chelsea had shown us some miraculous houses, well within our colossal budget. After our three kids had left home and off to school or the military, we found our gigantic two-story seven-bedroom house too big.

“I don’t know, what else do you got?” I asked as I leaned over the large kitchen island to look at the tablet.

“I am thinking of giving up, and letting you guys find someone else,” Chelsea said.

“No, don’t do that,” I said, shaking my head.

“Well, I need this,” Chelsea said.

Chelsea was young, petite and fabulous. Her tight figure fit in the even tighter knee-length skirt. Chelsea at all times wore things that accented her figure. Today was a sky-blue skirt with just enough cleavage for anyone to know she was petite but busty.

“I will talk to her,” I said.

Chelsea shook her head. “When I first met you, I thought you made all the decisions,” she said.

I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me, and it worked. I liked this house very much. The neighbourhood was quiet. Being part of the community automatically made you a golf course member. It was the right amount of room, with a large fireplace.

“I will definitely talk to her,” I nodded.

“What do I have to do to persuade you to buy it?” Chelsea asked as she moved closer to me.

“I’ve seen you staring at me, especially at these,” Chelsea said as she squeezed her big tits and massaged them. “DD, if you are wondering.”

I had been looking at them frequently since we started looking for a house four months ago.

Chelsea was standing close to me. “I will do anything to get this done,” she said as she looked down at my crotch. “Anything.”

I was about to say something, anything, but Chelsea beat me to the punch as she fell to her knees and unzipped my pants and pulled out my aching cock.

I had been married to Tessa for many years. To say she was a prude would be an insult to all prudes out there. It was a miracle that we had three children.

I knew the first was because of her parents’ wanting grandchildren, the second was conceived on a vacation abroad, and the third, I still don’t know how that came about, as we hadn’t had sexual relations in months.

A blood test revealed that my daughter was mine, but I still didn’t know how. Tess hated sex, all kinds, even oral. Her way of pleasing her husband was a hand job with a rubber glove. When we had sex, she wanted to lay on her back and told me to hurry up.

Tess hated the idea of female toys, saying they were gross.

I could count how many times Tessa’s mouth met my cock on one hand. Four, that’s it, four times in those many years. Not once did she stay long enough to get me off.

The way Chelsea’s head bobbed back and forth, I knew she was going for gold.

“What are you still doing in here?” Tessa said, entering the kitchen.

‘Shit!” I wondered as I looked at her.

“Where is Chelsea?” Tessa asked.

If Tessa came any closer or walked around the large kitchen island, she would see Chelsea on her knees.

“Bathroom,” I said quickly as I leaned forward and grabbed Chelsea’s tablet. “She was showing me more houses,” I said as Chelsea’s head bobbed back and forth on my cock.

Chelsea wasn’t stopping even though my wife was right there in the kitchen with us. She twisted, licked, and deepthroated my cock as if she was trying to win the gold medal in cock sucking.

“I really think we should go for this house,” I said as I tried to control myself.

Chelsea’s head nodded on my cock.

“You just want to help the blonde bitch out,” Tessa said, folding her arms.

Tessa was no goddess, not anymore. Her once golden-brown hair had more gray in it than brown. Even though she tried to hide it by gonna the salon and getting her hair dyed, the gray at all times came out. She still had the long legs that made me fall in love with her, but the rest of her was going downhill.

I was no spring fox either. We were both in our fifties, me being fifty-three, and Tessa reaching fifty this year. I had gray in my brown hair, and gray was in my moustache and beard. Time wasn’t on my side or hers.

“She’s going to have her first kid, so what?” Tessa said, shaking her head.

Chelsea scraped my cock with her teeth.

“Not everyone is like us,” I said as I took a deep breath.

We were reaching our golden years. A few more good years at the accounting firm, and I would be able to retire and not worry about money again.

Tessa never worked a day in her life, except for being a mother and most of that, she pawned off on the help; one of our live-in helpers had gone to more ball games, and drama club plays than the both of us combined.

“Oh, don’t pull that,” Tessa said. “She knew what she was getting into the moment she spread her legs!”

Chelsea had told us that her boyfriend split when she announced she was pregnant, but she was still going through with it.

Again, Chelsea scraped my cock with her teeth.

“That’s not fair,” I said. “It could happen to anyone, and besides all of that, it’s a nice house, nice golf course, not too far from the city, or the dining club,” I said, naming the club as Tessa loved to go there and gossip with all the other rich wives.

Tessa nodded. “Margaret will love this kitchen,” Tessa said as she got nearer to the island that separated us.

“You wouldn’t have to come down here to cook, or come in the kitchen,” I said as I pointed out the large dining area and the back patio.

Tessa again nodded. “Fine,” she said as she nodded her head. “But if I don’t like it, when we move in, we are moving! And we are getting another agent!”

I nodded. “I will let her know,” I said.

“I will be outside,” Tessa said. “Less I have to deal with her, the better for both of us.”

I nodded as Chelsea held my cock in the back of her throat.

“Good choice,” Chelsea said as the front door closed.

“I am not done yet,” I said as I spun her around and pinned her against the island.

“So rough,” Chelsea said. “I like it!”

I pulled up Chelsea’s skirt, pulled her thong to the side, and pushed deep into her. I could look out the front window and see the silhouette of my wife in the passenger seat of our large SUV.

Fuck me,” Chelsea said as she arched her back as I pounded into her.

I knew I wouldn’t last long as Chelsea had already sucked me to the point I was about to cum. I wanted to fuck this young bitch the moment I saw her.

“Shut up,” I said as I pushed her face down onto the marble top of the island.

It had been years since I had sex with Tessa. My hand and my fleshlight were the only methods I could cum these days, so now I was taking out my sexual frustrations on Chelsea.

“That all you got,” Chelsea said with her face pressed hard against the top. “No wonder she is cold hearted bitch!”

I started to fuck her harder, slamming my cock into her from behind as hard as efficient.

“I said harder!” Chelsea yelled.

I couldn’t go anymore. I pushed deep inside her and came, knowing she was already pregnant.

“Well,” Chelsea said as she straightened herself out. “That was,” Chelsea looked at me. “I will get the paperwork started on the house.”

I nodded and started walking out of the house.

“So, is it done?” Tessa asked.

“She will get the paperwork started,” I nodded as I started the vehicle.

“I want to go to Lucia’s for lunch,” Tessa said, pulling the seatbelt across her nonexistent chest.

“I thought we were going to….” I started to say, knowing I didn’t want to go to Lucia’s, the most expensive restaurant in town. I felt like going back home and grilling something I loved to do.

“Your fly is undone, and we are going to Lucia’s,” Tessa said as she gave me a look.

I pulled up my zipper and nodded. “Lucia’s it is then,” I shook my head.

Tessa picked up her phone. “Hi daddy,” she said as she looked over at me. “We picked a house, I think you will like it, Jeff thinks it will be great because of the golf course,” she said as she looked at me.

I knew she would get him to talk me out of the house.

“No daddy, it’s not near you at all,” Tessa said. “Sure, I will put you on speaker.”

dad wants to talk to you,” Tessa said as we pulled onto the main road.

I sighed deeply and realized I would have to make a phone call to Chelsea.

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