John sat in his recliner, watching the clock tick away as he anxiously awaited his wife's return from her weekly "girls' night." As he heard the sound of their front door opening, he quickly stood up and pretended to be engrossed in something on TV. Karen, his wife, walked into the living room, a sultry smile playing on her lips. She tossed her purse onto the couch and sauntered over to John, looping her arms around his neck."Hey, baby," she purred, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. "Miss me?"John returned the kiss, trying to ignore the faint scent of another man's cologne lingering on her skin. The smell drove him wild with jealousy, fueling the fire that burned within him. "Of course," he replied, his voice a little hoarse. "I always miss you when you're gone."Karen giggled and playfully bit his earlobe. "Well, I have a surprise for you," she said, her fingers trailing down his chest. "Something that will make you miss me even more next time I go out with the girls."With that, she turned around and lifted up her skirt, revealing a pair of lacy panties that barely concealed her perfectly rounded ass. And there, right above the delicate lace, was a small, yet obvious, red mark.John's eyes widened in shock as he realized what the mark meant. His heart raced, and his cock throbbed in his pants as he took in the sight before him."What... what is that?" he stammered, unable to tear his gaze away from the redness on her skin.Karen let out a low laugh, clearly enjoying the effect her secret had on her husband. "Oh, just a little souvenir from my night out," she replied coyly.John's mind raced as he tried to process what she was telling him. His wife was having anal sex with someone else, and she was teasing him with it without even realizing it. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. It made him jealousy and angry, but also made his mouth water with anticipation.He reached out, gently tracing the red mark with his fingertip. Karen shivered at his touch, moaning softly as he continued to caress her swollen flesh."Does it hurt?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.Karen shook her head, her eyes closed in pleasure. "No," she breathed. "It feels good. Really good.""How did he take you?" John dared to ask."Up the ass just as I like it," Karen smirked.John couldn't take it anymore. With a groan, he pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Finally, unable to resist any longer, John lowered his mouth to Karen's neck, inhaling deeply as he took in the musky scent of her sweat-drenched skin. He could taste the saltiness on his tongue with the man's cologne, and it only served to heighten his arousal.As he trailed kisses down her neck, he couldn't help but notice the slight tremor that ran through her body every time his lips grazed her sensitive flesh. He moved one hand to her ass, smacking it. Without warning, he inserted a finger into her ass.

John sat in his recliner, watching the clock tick away as he anxiously awaited his wife's return from her weekly "girls' night." 

As he heard the sound of their front door opening, he quickly stood up and pretended to be engrossed in something on TV. Karen, his wife, walked into the living room, a sultry smile playing on her lips. She tossed her purse onto the couch and sauntered over to John, looping her arms around his neck.

"Hey, baby," she purred, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. "Miss me?"

John returned the kiss, trying to ignore the faint scent of another man's cologne lingering on her skin. The smell drove him wild with jealousy, fueling the fire that burned within him. 

"Of course," he replied, his voice a little hoarse. "I always miss you when you're gone."

Karen giggled and playfully bit his earlobe. "Well, I have a surprise for you," she said, her fingers trailing down his chest. "Something that will make you miss me even more next time I go out with the girls."

With that, she turned around and lifted up her skirt, revealing a pair of lacy panties that barely concealed her perfectly rounded ass. And there, right above the delicate lace, was a small, yet obvious, red mark.

John's eyes widened in shock as he realized what the mark meant. His heart raced, and his cock throbbed in his pants as he took in the sight before him.

"What... what is that?" he stammered, unable to tear his gaze away from the redness on her skin.

Karen let out a low laugh, clearly enjoying the effect her secret had on her husband. "Oh, just a little souvenir from my night out," she replied coyly.

John's mind raced as he tried to process what she was telling him. His wife was having anal sex with someone else, and she was teasing him with it without even realizing it. The thought sent a shiver down his spine. It made him jealousy and angry, but also made his mouth water with anticipation.

He reached out, gently tracing the red mark with his fingertip. Karen shivered at his touch, moaning softly as he continued to caress her swollen flesh.

"Does it hurt?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

Karen shook her head, her eyes closed in pleasure. "No," she breathed. "It feels good. Really good."

"How did he take you?" John dared to ask.

"Up the ass just as I like it," Karen smirked.

John couldn't take it anymore. 

With a groan, he pulled her closer, his lips finding hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. 

Finally, unable to resist any longer, John lowered his mouth to Karen's neck, inhaling deeply as he took in the musky scent of her sweat-drenched skin. He could taste the saltiness on his tongue with the man's cologne, and it only served to heighten his arousal.

As he trailed kisses down her neck, he couldn't help but notice the slight tremor that ran through her body every time his lips grazed her sensitive flesh. He moved one hand to her ass, smacking it. 

Without warning, he inserted a finger into her ass. 

In secret, his wife was having anal sex with another man, but unbeknownst to her, her husband was getting turned on by the sight. Each time she returned home, she'd be sore and stretched out, teasing him without even realizing it. It drove him wild with desire, and he couldn't help but sneak a kiss on her newly acquired asshole scent.

My Wife's Secret Anal Life: Caught Red-Assed

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