bit rough around the edges considering what he has gone through in his life." Valentin was not concerned.
"All I know is that he is not good for our son... but you are right that Greg will have to learn from his own experiences who his true friends are." Greta agreed. "So anything cooked for supper or we going out?"
"I will cook something or if you want we can go out."
"No I would prefer a home cooked meal... please can you cook something." She smiled at her husband.
Valentin poured himself a scotch and wine for Greta as he contemplated what to cook.
"So how was your day today?" Valentin asked
"It was good... kind of slow day for a change."
"Any new admirers?" He asked with a smile.
"Oh my god... you are just getting obsessed with my admirers... and No... no one asked me out." She responded with a giggle.
"Hey I am just concerned about my wife... and her admirers." He said with a laugh.
"What is going on inside your head?... you have never been the way you were earlier?" She was thinking about how Valentin had fucked her.
"Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?" Valentin asked with concern.
"No I am fine... it is just that you are acting different."
"Are you upset... about the way I had sex with you?" He asked apprehensively. "I know you don't like having sex that way... I was just so turned on, I just had to have you at that time."
"Yeah I do not... but it was okay." She shyly said. "I just wanted to talk about you acting different... you know all the frequent talk about other men hitting on me... being so lusty."
"Baby I really do not know what to say... ever since you told me about Scott hitting on you, asking you out... something just happened that I do not understand." He said in an unsure voice. "You know I was absolutely livid when you told me that he asked you out... he told you that it won't hurt me if I never find out but then I realized that I was also excited by the thought of another man wanting you, desiring you... you are so pretty, you have such a hot body... I just love how your blonde hair frames your pretty face, you dress so elegantly but also look so sexy, anything you wear looks good on you... I keep thinking about how other men see you, run their eyes over you... I wonder if they see what I see that how sexy and elegant my wife is... all these thoughts make me feel very insecure and jealous but at the same time fill me with pride and excites me... god I do not know what to think... it is very baffling to me... I know I am just repeating myself now... just rambling... do you think less of me because of all of this?" He was truly feeling lost. Just talking too much, babbling almost.
"No sweetheart... I will never think less of you, I understand you are confused by the conflicting thoughts... and I am too, I kind of like what it is doing it to us... we have been having sex everyday ever since I told you about Scott." She said shyly and it was very evident to her how bewildered her husband was by his own desires.
"But at the same time it makes me feel uneasy... I just love you and never want to do anything to jeopardize our relationship." She expressed her apprehension.
"I know baby... I love you too... you know what we should just stop thinking about it too much and just enjoy what it is doing to us... it is very hot." He took her into his arms and kissed her. He moved his hands down over her body and grabbed her luscious butt cheeks, kneading them.
Feeling her husband's hard cock pressed into her abdomen, she hungrily kissed him back. She was surprised that her husband was hard again. She liked it.
Valentin pulled up her summer dress and grabbed her half naked ass cheeks. She was wearing small tanga panties that left most of her ass bare.
"I just love these sexy panties that you wear... so hot baby." He lustily said to her and then turned her around, making her face the kitchen island. "Bend over... stick that ass out, it looks so hot encased in these small panties." She had started more sexier panties to please her husband.
"Oh... Valentin... no honey." She whimpered. She resisted bending over and was completely shocked when suddenly Valentin slapped her ass. This is something she had never expected from her husband. She had experienced something like this while in college when she had hooked up with a guy at a party. Her pussy released more moisture when her husband spanked her ass again.
Valentin again slapped her ass making her yelp. "Bend over... stick that ass out, show it to me properly." He growled at her.
Her pussy tingled and she felt her secretions wetting the gusset of her panties as she reluctantly bent over the kitchen island. She was a lewd sight with her dress bunched around her waist and her long, creamy legs and delectable ass on display.
Valentin's cock twitched seeing his lovely, elegant wife bent over like a hussy. Back arched, ass sticking out.
"Damn baby you are such a hot sight... I wish some of your admirers could see you this way." He said lustily and spanked her a few times and then caressed and kneaded her reddened ass cheeks.
"Spread your legs a bit." As she spread her legs, he cupped her pussy over the gusset. He was shocked to feel how wet the gusset of her panties were. "Nice... I just love it when you get this wet... I need to taste that hot wet pussy... I can smell your arousal honey."
Greta turned crimson hearing that. Valentin pulled aside the panties and pulled apart her ass cheeks putting her puckered bunghole on display. She felt completely humiliated thinking what an obscene sight she must be.
"No honey don't do that." She whimpered.
Hearing her whimper Valentin ran bent down and licked her spread open butt crack. Greta gasped loudly as a tingle went through her entire body.
"Don't do that baby... that is nasty." She protested weakly and at the same time pushed her ass back. Her baser instincts were again taking over her mind.
Valentin then squatted down behind her licked her wet pussy lips. She shuffled her feet apart further and moaned. "Oooohh... unhhh... let's go to the bedroom... not here... Greg might come home?" Her mind again was making the effort to take control over the baser instincts.
"We will hear when the front door opens." Valentin brushed aside her concerns as he concentrated on tasting her honeypot, eating her out hungrily. Greta moaned loudly and grabbed the sides of the kitchen island as pleasure sensations coursed through her body.
"Nooo... babyeee... no..no. listen honey a lot of times... he comes in through the interior door from garage ... into the kitchen." She protested weakly while panting hard. The carnal sensations were trying to completely take over her mind and she was having a hard time speaking.
But Valentin wanted to have her right away, he stood up and took his hard cock out. He rubbed his bulbous cock head up and down her wet, swollen pussy lips. Greta whimpered in anticipation and her knuckles turned white as she tightened her grip on the sides of the kitchen island.
He filled up her pussy with one savage thrust. "Oh... Valentin... baybee... aaah." She gasped loudly and moaned.
Suddenly they heard the knob of the side door rattle and right away knew that Greg was unlocking the door. Valentin right away withdrew his hard, wet cock from his wife's pussy and shoved it inside his pants. Greta stood up and quickly straightened her dress but in her panic did not pull her panties back into place. She took the wine glass in her hand and tried to look casual standing next to the island but her face was flushed. Wanting to hide his erection, Valentin just turned toward the stove.
With Greg were two of his friends, Nick and Brent. All three of them looked at the couple weirdly. They just knew that they had interrupted something.
"Hey mom... you are home early... dad are you cooking supper?...