Wife's Vengeful Victory

My husband and I have had a pretty good relationship. I always take pride in my husband's understanding and feel grateful to him when he allows me to take a male lover as his performance in bed becomes very poor. We do however disagree about full discretion. He wanted our children to be kept unaware of my sexual relationship with my Libyan lover. So, during his visits to us (usually 3 or 4 nights at a time), our lovemaking would be late at night when all our children were asleep. My love and I would have to keep quiet in the bedroom so as not to wake our children.

It was acceptable in the beginning but when my lover's visits multiplied, we fancied more freedom, and gradually without telling my husband I started showing my children that I had an affair with the Libyan guy. The atmosphere became less tense and now my children know that at night I have sex with Bull. My husband remained happy in his ignorance but his kids have accepted my relationship with my lover. I felt very happy that my kids knew about my sexual relationship with the Libyan family friend and they all love him and feel excited about his visits.

Having overcome the hurdle of the kids, my next target is to introduce Bull, the Libyan as my lover, to my husband's nearest and dearest. There was no way I could get him to do that willingly. He always keeps saying that it is destructive to his self-esteem and that if his friends and relatives know about his wife having sex with a Libyan, they will despise him and cease to interact with him. For a while I sympathized with his view but now I realize that not introducing my lover to family and friends implies that I am not proud of him and that will be damaging to my lover and love affair.

I therefore decided to bypass my husband's objection and confront him with the fact that my lover is to be above social considerations related mainly to taboos and absurd restrictions. I thought deeply about the matter and seized the opportunity of a family festive gathering to ask Bull to visit us I would take him with me as my guest to the family celebration and during the evening showed all guests including my husband that the Libyan is my beloved and my sex lover. I knew it would be utter provocation for my husband but I was ready to face it for the sake of my lover.

On D-day, all my children and husband were in their best array ready for the celebrations at my husband's brother's home. I surprised them with Bull and I hand in hand saying, "Uncle Bull will be with us this evening!" I said. They all clapped except my husband who looked grim and furious. I simply ignored him and gave my lover a passionate kiss in front of my kids.

Belgacem was tall and slender, with long dark hair that flopped into his eyes, and I'd been with him for six years, giving me the best sex I've ever had. He would visit us three or four times every month for two or three nights> We would spend the time chatting and at night making love till the crack of dawn. My husband would be excluded from all that, but helping us when requested with a bottle of wine or cooking meals.

That social evening we were invited to my husband's brother I wore a light-fitting mini-dress that showed my firm breasts and long legs to their best advantage, and I made sure that I sat next to Belgacem.

All evening I flirted with Belgacem under the scrutinizing eyes of all guests including my husband's brother and family members. I kept looking into his eyes, devouring him with my glances. Then I glanced quickly away and licked my lips suggestively as I drank. I crossed my legs to show the maximum amount of thigh and leaned towards him so that he got a good look of my cleavage.

The bulge in his trousers told me that my display was having the desired effect. Everyone could tell that I was giving the Libyan the come-on and my husband was furious. At last, he could stand it no longer. He grabbed me by the waist and said, "Come on, we're going home."

"But I don't want to go home," I protested.

What I really meant was, "I don't really want to go home with you."

Belgacem wasn't the only one who was getting turned on by what I was doing, and I wanted to end the evening in Belgacem's bed, not my husband's.

However, my husband was adamant.

"Okay," I said. "But let me just go to the Ladies' first." As I brushed past Belgacem, I whispered, "Meet me outside round the back in a couple of minutes."

Belgacem looked puzzled but agreed. I went into the Ladies'. There was a window in one of the cubicles which was just big enough for me to squeeze through, which I did. I waited in the car park, and sure enough, after a couple of minutes Belgacem joined me. He told me he excused himself by making a phone call.

We set off for his small flat in town, which was about ten minutes walk away. I was expecting my husband to catch on with us, but he didn't. He was probably still waiting for me to come out of the Ladies'. I was high on the excitement from being with Belgacem and I didn't care what happened to my husband.

When we got to Belgacem's, we didn't bother with the preliminaries. We wanted each other too much. We kissed passionately, our tongues exploring every inch of each other's mouth. My hands roamed over his body; it was lean and firm. He pulled me down onto the settee and started unfastening my dress. I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, which was by now nearly rock-hard with a large juicy knob. His hands fondled and squeezed my tits until the nipples stood out proud, then moved down to insinuate themselves into my fanny. By now we were both stark naked.

His fingers stroked my clit and I moaned with pleasure. Belgacem certainly knew how to please a lady. I was getting hotter and hotter as I writhed and twisted under his touch. I came after what seemed like a few seconds crying out in ecstasy. Belgacem rolled over on the settee until I was on top of him, then I lowered myself down onto his cock and rode him, with him fingering my clit until I had another orgasm. The contractions must have set him off, too, for I felt him stiffen beneath me and then he came calling my name as he did so.

When we'd both recovered, we decided we ought to clean ourselves up, so Belgacem ran a bath, and we got in together soaping each other all over -- and I mean all over. I began to feel randy again, and as I leaned back against Belgacem in the water I could tell he felt the same.

We dried each other lovingly with towels, and then we went into the bedroom and took over from where we'd left off.

This time I gave Belgacem a blowjob,, something I've never wanted to do to my husband. I took Belgacem's beautiful purple knob in my mouth and slowly licked and sucked it. Encouraged by Belgacem's moans, I grew bolder and began to caress his balls. Eventually, he could take no more. For the first time in my life, I tasted a man's come; it was rather bitter, but I swallowed it all.

Then Belgacem returned the compliment licking my fanny with real enthusiasm, something I really love. His skillful tongue and hot breath brought me swiftly to a climax.

We lay together for a while, just cuddling.

"I wonder if Benjy's still waiting at his brother's home for you?" Belgacem asked nuzzing my ear.

"I don't know, and I don't particularly care," I replied, surprised to find that it was the truth.

I later found out that my husband waited twenty minutes for me to come out, before asking a server to go in and find out what had happened to me. While I was having the fuck of my life, Benjy was trudging home, in a filthy temper. I hope it's taught him not to keep my extramarital sexual relationship with Belgacem secret to his kids and relatives. in the future.

It started out as a simple case of me wanting to reveal my relationship with Belgacem to his friends and relatives, but it turned into something more important. I realized that Belgacem, the Libyan, was the man for me, rather than my husband with his jealousy, and his two-timing fears. Belgacem and I are together now and the sex is still as fantastic as that party evening. I don't think I'll ever need to take revenge on Belgacem!

• 22 Oct, 2023
• Natasherussian
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