It's Not Cheating

by Mithras, Laran

  I panted, pulling on his butt to keep him inside. That's okay, it's not deep. We're not fucking, just teasing.

  He was moving, his cock sliding in and out at the opening. The head pushed in the same distance with each thrust.

  Yeah, that's not bad and it feels good. We can do this. I groaned, my body shaking out of control. I pulled harder on his butt again. My hips bucked up. His thickness stretched me a little deeper.

  I sighed with tension and satisfaction. The pressure felt wonderful. I wriggled my hips and felt his shaft slide in deeper, causing new sensations of stretching and fullness. Oh… so good.

  He was panting, his hip movements becoming more erratic. He jerked convulsively and his cock slid in deeper.

  Oh, fuck, this is where it was during yesterday's accident, but it was an accident. I let out a long, shaky sigh. Feels so good. Maybe I'll just enjoy this for a moment. I squirmed underneath him and his hips moved. With each little movement, I felt the thickness banishing the emptiness. It was fantastic. My pussy clamped hard on his cock inside me.

  He groaned and thrust.

  My eyes popped open and my mouth fell in a wordless gasp of surprise. His thickness slid in, moving in with force and need. My ache turned to pleasure and my pussy relaxed and welcomed the thrust.

  He was in deep, and still pushing in. His back humped up, his hips tilting, driving his penis into me slowly.

  My pussy clamped, and then clamped again.

  He moaned with fever and thrust hard.

  At the same time, I cried out with need and pulled on his butt, lifting my knees high and wide. He was almost there; almost to the point of perfectly banishing that maddening hollowness in me.

  His thick erection pushed in. Very, very deep.

  Oh my god. Too wonderful to stop. Can't stop. More! I groaned out, whimpering, pulling, and lifting my knees all the way back.

  He let out a long sigh and then began pulling out.

  No! No, please. Wait… I want to feel it.

  He thrust back in slowly. Then moved a little, his cock teasing my depths without being as deep as before. He looked delirious. I felt delirious.

  I grunted, pulling again.

  His cock sank in deep again, refilling the previous depth. That's when I realized I felt his crotch firmly planted against mine. Lights flashed in my head. Tension rolled up my arms and legs. I pulled more and squirmed my hips. I felt the helmet deep in me, moving around as I squirmed. It was fantastic.

  I knew I had failed, but the failure was so good. Is this how it was on Lifetime? Aren't I supposed to be hearing saxophones and crying?

  He panted and began moving. He leaned down and kissed me. His cock slid in and out and my pussy welcomed him.

  I totally lost it with the kiss. My hips bucked up to his and we fucked with an insane lust.

  I'm now a married, cheating whore. And what's worse, I love it. I've ruined everything…

  My pussy wasn't listening.

  Stupid pussy!

  I groaned in the kiss, more and more lights flashing behind my closed eyes. His cock drove into me over and over, all the way in. I was gasping, beginning to sob with the feeling of finally getting satisfied. "Oh yes… Oh yesss… Do it… Fuck me, Ben…"

  He growled and began driving harder. His erection filled and emptied me over and over, tightening the threatening coil within me.

  I fucked him back shamelessly. I'm a fucking whore. Tears leaked out my eyes. Why is something so wrong, so good? An explosion of tingles, tension and terror overcame me. I cried out, my body convulsing hard with the orgasmic release of so much sexual lust. Terror flooded me that the convulsions might kill me. I had never felt an orgasm so hard.

  He cried out above me, filling me completely. His hips ground against mine and I felt a huge blast of hotness deep inside. He grunted, then another blast. He kept grunting, driving his cock as far into me as he could. Wetness increased so fast in me that I felt gushes begin running out of my pussy.

  I was coming off my orgasm. I laid my head back and moved my hips as fast as I could. Ben was cumming in me and I wanted it all. My pussy milked him, sucking the life out of him until he collapsed on me in the perfect union of friendship.

  Why did I have to fail?

  CHAPTER 10

  I drove home with trepidation in my heart. I had failed. My marriage was doomed and would be over soon amidst a series of hateful court scenes. My husband would scorn me for the whore I was. It was all over my face.

  I gripped the steering wheel harshly. It had felt wonderful, but now it was all empty. I had thrown everything away. For what? Less than a half hour of stupid foreplay and a few minutes of fucking? My entire life gone because of this?

  Inside the house, I made dinner in a desultory manner. I just couldn't find the energy to make it seem worth it. Is this the last dinner I make? Will he even eat it? I turned off the stove and turned around, burying my face in my hands.

  Derek found me like that. "What's wrong, Elizabeth?" His tone was compassionate and caring.

  I don't deserve it. My voice was small. "I'm a whore."

  He stood in front of me, his manliness a threat to my whoredom. "What?"

  I looked up at him with teary eyes. "I failed today."

  "You failed? What happened?"

  "Ben is getting married. I don't know, I got carried away."

  "Married? That's too bad. He cut you off, huh?"

  I shook my head. "It's not that. I failed you. We… fucked." I looked down, unable to look him in the eyes.

  He was silent.

  It's all over.

  His finger lifted my chin. Concern was in his face.

  I flinched away. "Don't touch me. I'm tainted now." I fled for the bedroom.

  "Elizabeth, wait!"

  I heard him rushing after me.

  ~ ~ ~

  I finally came out of the bathroom. Derek had pleaded for twenty minutes. I could hear the anguish in his voice as he pleaded to talk.

  He wrapped me in a fierce hug. "My beautiful wife." He stroked my hair. "Don't do this to yourself. Let's sit and talk."

  I shrugged. "Why? The next thing is an ugly divorce."

  "It is not."

  "How can you say that?"

  He sat me down on the bed and sat next to me. "These feelings you have…"

  I swallowed. Total failure.

  He said, "I don't share them."

  "What?"

  "I've wanted you to loosen up for a long time."

  I held my palms up. "But, like this?"

  "No. Not the crying. Not the pain. I never wanted you to be in pain."

  "But I failed."

  He chuckled. "You did not."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Did you have fun?"

  "No. Yes… Yes. And after it was all empty."

  "You did what any normal person would've done. And I am not unhappy it happened."

  "You aren't?"

  "No. I've wanted this for a long time."

  "Why, so you could divorce me?"

  "Never." He kissed me.

  I pulled back. "His cock was there, and his mouth."

  He pulled me slowly in. "I want to kiss my wife."

  I resisted. "Why?"

  "Because I love you."

  ~ ~ ~

  My mind spun with thoughts that night. He approved? He didn't think it made me a whore? He was happy I failed and didn't consider it a failure?

  He had mentioned his fantasies. Images of his threesome videos flashed through my head. No woman does those things. But he had said many do. Tens of thousands of women all across America did it. He mentioned the dating sites with husbands and wives who happily offered to meet certain people. Thousands upon thousands of listings. And he mentioned that not all who met with other people listed themselves on the sites.

  It boggled my mind.

  He had showed me on his computer.

  I was skeptical.

  He scrolled through page after page of ads.
r />   I expected to see meth-bitches, or tattooed whores. I expected to see ugly women with attitudes. I expected the trash of society.

  Instead, I saw pictures of normal, happy women. Pretty women, skinny women, thick women. All kinds. Some only showed their boobs. Some only showed their ass. But thousands were husband and wife selfies or portrait-style pictures.

  They weren't trashy people.

  I had said, "But I don't want to be a whore."

  He had shut off his computer. He motioned to the black screen. "Those women aren't. And I wouldn't want you to be a whore."

  "But I fucked Ben. I'm a whore."

  "Were you a whore with the guys you fucked in high school or after?"

  "No, of course not."

  "Then you're not one now."

  I couldn't sleep. My husband really approves?

  ~ ~ ~

  It was Saturday. I didn't know what to think.

  Derek snuggled and hugged me in bed all morning. He made no moves, just held me. That calmed me a lot. Memories of Ben's cock in me changed places with my guilt, off and on.

  My shower was extra-long, as if I could wash the memory away. Wash it all away. If I stayed in the shower long enough, everything would wash away and I could go back to being a normal and happy wife.

  I had been so happy when Ben came in me. Why had I been?

  Derek kissed me in the living room. "How about a drink to relax? A glass of wine?"

  It was well past noon. "Okay." Maybe that would help. I felt numb and confused.

  I accepted the glass a few minutes later.

  He said, "So he's getting married. How come he didn't tell you before? Sounds kind of rude."

  "Oh… His wedding date was planned for December. He moved it up because his fiance's ex-boyfriend started coming around and harassing her."

  He grunted. "Sounds messy."

  "It doesn't matter." I sipped my wine.

  "It does. I'm sorry it turned out so horrible for you."

  "It happened. It was horrible."

  "It didn’t have to be."

  "But I failed."

  He laughed. "You succeeded."

  I shook my head, more confused than ever. "I'm a failure now."

  "Are not. You're more beautiful than ever."

  "Because another man has been in me?"

  "Other men were in you before and you were beautiful."

  "Before I was married."

  He nodded. "Still beautiful."

  I just didn't get it. I drank more wine.

  ~ ~ ~

  The doorbell startled me. I was on my third glass of wine.

  I got up to go get the door just as Derek went down the hall to the entry.

  I peered over his shoulder as he opened the door.

  Standing there, holding some large foil-wrapped package, was a stunning man. He was as handsome as Derek, at the very least.

  My husband nodded. "Dieter, come in."

  The man had a pale face with sharp angular features and a bold nose. His eyes were crystal blue, bordering on gray. His blonde hair was fading, but still full and brushed back, a little bit receding at the corners of his forehead.

  His face lit up when he saw me. His tone was clipped and pleasant, and heavily accented in German. "Ach! Is this the beauty?" He pushed past Derek. His eyes went wide. "Oh, my, ja. More beautiful than the pictures." He thrust the foil wrapped package at me.

  Stunned, I didn't know what to say. Do I thank him for the compliments? The package? What? The foil as warm. "What's this?"

  Dieter grinned. "Mmm, ja. Sheep-brain casserole, sauerkraut strudel, pureed hot dog surprise…"

  I heaved. "Ugh, what?"

  He laughed. It was clean and fast in a display of white teeth. "Oh, my. What a wonder. It is ribs, ja?"

  I gazed up at him. He looked like one of the last dashing SS panzer commanders.

  He nodded. "You will like."

  Derek had shut the door. "Hello to you, too."

  Dieter tossed his head, flashing a smile. "Ah, no. I didn't forget you." He gripped my husband from the side in a hug. "Wipe the pout from your face, Herr Monroe. You look like a little one." The German flashed that grin at me and winked.

  Dieter? Today? I had forgotten. Oh god, this is not a good day.

  The man's face became serious. "Ah? You do not like ribs? All Americans like ribs." He moved to me and put an arm around me.

  Despite having just met him, I felt at ease. He was likable and all that… "The ribs are fine." I tried to smile.

  Derek said, "Elizabeth, dear, would you go warm those in the oven? I need a word with Dieter and then I need to run get some alcohol.

  Dieter's eyes lit up. "Ach, ja! Jaegermeister if they have." He was nodding.

  I carried the foil into the kitchen. Curious, I opened it. Three large racks of ribs sat there looking amazing. It smelled even better. Despite my mood, my mouth actually watered. I stuck them in the oven.

  Derek came in and kissed my cheek. "I'll be back in a bit. Sit and talk with him. Just talk."

  That sounded odd, but I nodded. I guess…

  He left and I walked out to the living room. Dieter was standing there, hands clasped and eyes bright.

  I felt foolish. "Uh, would you like some wine?"

  His eyebrows went up. A single nod. "Mmm, sure?"

  I poured a glass and refilled mine. I came back out and handed him the wine.

  "Ah, bitte." He frowned. "I mean, thank you. I am trying to use only English now that I am here."

  "You speak very well."

  He looked embarrassed. "No, not so good. But thank you, ja?"

  "No, you really do." I sat.

  "Ah, well, English is required in gymnasium."

  "Gymnasium?"

  "Our word for primary school."

  "Oh, we do sports in gymnasiums, here."

  He grinned and nodded. His face turned serious. "Pardon me, but your husband says you recently went through a difficult time, ja?"

  I sighed. "Yes…"

  "Tell me."

  "I probably shouldn't."

  He had taken a sip. He put his glass down. His finger gently turned my chin. "Such a flower should not suffer so. You look as an Edelweiss, crushed under the wheels of an autobus."

  "What? Eeddul-vise?"

  "Ja, a beautiful flower in the mountains of Germany."

  I looked down. What a nice thing to say. "I don't feel like a flower, right now."

  His hand patted mine. "Your husband said you experienced your first freedom and you are having struggle with it?"

  I looked up at him. His eyes had softened, his head tilted, listening.

  I laughed bitterly. "Is there anything he didn't tell you?"

  "Ah, please, my lovely. Do not think ill of your husband. He seeks my help. I will listen, ja?"

  I felt the frustration of my failure surface. "What would you think of a German wife who had an affair?"

  He raised his head slightly and let if fall back again. "Ah, well. You see, your husband says something else. He said you did not have an affair, but that you found… release with another man?"

  I breathed in sharply, reminded of my failure from the lips of another person. "Yes, that's how it went. I failed." I took a gulp of wine.

  "Failed? Did your husband not know of this man before?"

  "Yes, but I cheated. I did more than just kiss him."

  "Ah? Ja?"

  "Ja." I didn't say it to sound mean, just to reinforce the point. His face was kind; I didn't need to be rude to him.

  "And how is this cheating?"

  "Sleeping with another man is cheating."

  He leaned back. "He knew? Then who says?"

  I wasn't sure I was grasping his English. "Sexual intercourse outside of marriage is cheating."

  He laughed. It was quiet and fast. "You Amis."

  "Ammies?"

  "Americans. So uptight."

  I coughed. "If you were married and your wife had sex with another man, would yo
u be laughing it off?"

  He appeared to consider. "Ah, no, my lovely."

  "What?"

  "I am married." He grinned proudly.

  "Where's your wife?"

  His face fell. "Ach, I miss her. She is still in Germany. I secure citizenship and work here. And then she comes."

  "So, you expect her to be faithful, don't you?"

  "But of course. She is traveling with my friend right now. I trust she is being cared for."

  "But does your wife have relations with your friend?"

  "Ah… ja." He nodded and sipped his wine. "I trust Rolf. I trust Heidi. I know he will keep her satisfied until she is returned to me here."

  I looked at him funny.

  He shook his head. "No, do not be shocked. Many in Germany do as we do. Ah, ja, some do not. But many do."

  "Your friend Rolf has sex with your wife?"

  He appeared stunned. "I do hope so." He shook his head. "Poor Heidi. I would not have her be so alone."

  "It doesn't bother you that she might run off with Rolf?"

  "Hmm? Run off?"

  "Divorce you and marry him?"

  "Ah? Why would she? She likes him. She loves me."

  "You don't think she's a whore?"

  His face grew serious. "Ja, I need to remember Amis can be blunt."

  I touched my neck. "I'm sorry."

  He leaned forward and touched my hand again. "No, I can see this questions means something to you. My wife is my love in my eyes, not a whore."

  "They do this in Germany?"

  He leaned back and laughed. "Ja… and in many countries of Europe. It is considered a great honor to share the bride with a friend on the wedding night."

  I was horrified. My eyes went large. "No."

  He mimicked my look, eyes going wide. "Ja."

  "Did you share Heidi…?"

  "On our wedding night? Ja, with Rolf."

  I was stunned. This German did not look like some freak. I took a huge gulp of my wine. "Have there been any other men?"

  "Oh. Ja, one other. It was nothing. An American soldier."

  "What do you mean by nothing?"

  "He had an interest in my lovely. I let them, but he did not know about me. When he discovered I knew, he would come around no more."

  "People share their brides in Europe?"