"No."
"Oh."
"He held my hand."
"Is that all?"
She gave him a smile. "Well, no…"
He began stroking it; it was fully hard.
"He placed my hand on his cock."
He laughed. "What?"
She nodded. "I didn't know what to do but then I thought of you. So I began stroking it."
His eyes were pure shock. "You did?" His chest vibrated to his beating heart.
She nodded.
His look went from surprised to feverish. He tore down the sheet, exposing her nakedness. "You touched him?"
"I stroked him. It felt nice."
He groaned and a line of cum drooled from his cock. He placed it at her opening and pushed.
She closed her eyes to the delicious feel of her man entering her and filling her. "I moved my hand on him like those videos and gifs you sent me."
His erection swelled in her and he thrust faster.
"It oozed and I used it to lubricate the shaft."
He let out a long groan and then began slamming into her. "Did you like the feel of his cock?"
"I was scared at first, but then I thought about how you'd like it. After that, I liked it."
His eyes closed. "Fuck, yes. I wish I could've seen it."
His ramming was sending excellent signals to her brain. Her body tingled with an orgasm that had been days in waiting.
She said, "There's more."
He froze, the veins beating visibly in his neck. His face was flush with lust. "What? Tell me." His whisper was hoarse with desperation.
"I'm not sure what came over me, but before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned over and sucked him."
Her husband shook and let out a cry of lust. His cock swelled and she felt the hotness splashing her insides. He dropped on her, placing his mouth on hers and kissing frantically.
She broke the kiss. "I swallowed."
His eyes blinked and she felt his cock give another squirt. He put his mouth back on hers and ravished her mouth with his tongue.
He pulled out and then scooted down her body. His mouth attacked her clit. She was close but hadn't cum. He said, "Did you like sucking him?"
She moaned.
"Did you like it?"
She gripped his head as he licked and talked.
"Tell me you liked it. Did you?"
His tongue pushed her over the edge in one long, slow fall. She cried out, holding his head, her hips thrusting up and her legs quivering with uncontrollable spasms.
She cried out, "Yes, I liked it. I liked it." She drifted a few seconds, the waves of orgasm receding. "Did you taste him when you kissed me?"
He leaned up and gave his cock five good strokes. His eyes screwed shut and a lingering squirt of cum erupted from the head, splashing on her stomach.
She fell asleep in his arms and dreamt of stroking and sucking cock.
~ ~ ~
"That really happened?" he said. It was Sunday. He still couldn't believe it.
She shrugged. "I hadn't planned to. A date. Maybe a kiss. Good sex from you and it's over. I didn't go out with him thinking I'd give him a handjob. Or even blow him. Shit, if I'd known beforehand, I wouldn't have gone."
"But you liked it."
"You wanted me to." It was half-accusation.
He nodded.
"Don't go back on what you wanted. It's a little too late; I had his cock in my mouth."
His smile was all love. "You're beautiful."
She had felt the return of insecurity. "Are you sure?"
His nod was solemn. "More than ever."
She let out a relieved sigh. Sex had been good the previous night, too. She suspected he was going to give her pussy a good reaming again.
He said, "Will you let him take you on another date?"
She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Where does this end?"
"I want you to be happy."
"What if I'm happy with what's happened and I call it all off now?"
"Then I'll leave it up to you. I wouldn't want you doing something you really don't want to do."
That made her feel better. "Thank you."
"So you'll go out with him again?"
She laughed and shook her head. Men.
CHAPTER 13
Ron phoned her Monday night while she lay in bed next to Rob.
"Hi," she said.
"Cin." His voice was smoky.
She resolved to say no to whatever. "What's up?"
"I was thinking drinks."
"Drinks?" She looked at her husband. That was a mistake.
He was grinning and nodding.
"I don't know…"
Ron said, "Don't say no. Please."
Rob looked panicked.
I have two men against me. How can I win? "Alright, I guess so."
Rob looked relieved.
Ron sounded relieved. "Great. Tomorrow night? I'll pick you up at seven-thirty."
She threw up a hand. "Alright."
"See you then."
She clicked off and made a face at Rob.
"What?" he said.
"I wasn't wanting to go."
"Oh. Well, you didn't have to."
"You looked as if a bus was about to run over your puppy."
He chuckled. "That bad?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Mm hmm."
"Look, just go and have fun. That's all I ask. Have fun."
"And give him another blowjob?"
He held up his hands. "Only if you want."
Cindy shook her head. "What if by drinks he's expecting more?"
"I would if I were him." He winked.
She slapped his arm. "I'm being serious."
He pursed his lips in thought. "So am I."
"And you really think me dating him is hot?"
"Fuck yes. I love it."
She sighed. "Alright. I said I was going anyway."
"Thank you, Cin. I can't wait to hear about it tomorrow night."
~ ~ ~
She sat at her computer after her shower and drank her coffee. Rob had sent an email. She opened it but saw no attachments. A small pout was on her face until she read the words: "I love you."
A smile replaced the pout.
She opened a video and watched it before work.
~ ~ ~
She dressed after taking a shower later Tuesday, the thoughts of the morning video on her mind.
She never would've thought Rob would be so happy that she had stroked some other man. Or blown him. But the sex he had given her – the love – was so overpowering with passion that she could no longer disbelieve.
She had done the forbidden. She had touched another man's cock. She had tasted it. And she had liked it.
Would Ron want another blowjob? Her husband had about died with lust when she had revealed the oral activity in the theater. He didn't think her a slut, either. Of course not. I can stop this at any time. I wasn't the one pushing me to date.
Rob came in and watched her put on lipstick. He began rubbing himself through his pants.
She laughed. "I haven't even left yet."
He growled. "Can't wait for you to get back. Seeing you put on lipstick for another man is sexy."
She smiled at him, shaking her head. "The things that turn men on. I don't know."
He came up behind her. "Go and have fun."
She looked at him in the mirror and then nodded. "I'm going, aren't I?" I love you so much.
He said it in words to her thoughts. "I love you."
She raised her hand up, covering his on her shoulder. The touch connected them.
Then he was backing away, grinning.
The knock startled neither of them.
Rob gave her a quick kiss and wished her luck. He retreated into the dark kitchen.
Luck? Why? It's not like drinks is a game of lottery. She smiled at Ron.
He gave her a look of pleasure.
She walked out with him to his car. She looked back
and quirked a quick smile at the kitchen window. Can he see me? I love you.
He didn't drive them to a club or bar, he drove them to his home.
That made her a little tense. "Your house?"
He had an excited look on his face. "I wanted to show you. I've done a lot of the work myself in here. Much of the color you see is what you've sold me. The varnish, the work materials. I almost feel like you had a hand in it."
That got her curiosity. "Really?"
They entered a home that looked tract on the outside, but held wonder on the inside. Although it held a tiled floor, everything else was wood. Wood paneling, wood trim, wood cabinets – the bookcase system was incredible.
She let her eyes drink it all in. "Wow. You did all this yourself?"
"Yep. Come on. Time for drinks." He led her into the kitchen. "What do you like?"
She shrugged. "I had screwdrivers recently."
"A fine drink. Two screwdrivers coming up."
She watched him pour the drinks. "So no gal, huh?"
He glanced at her under sexy brows. "Don't think I can find one as nice as you."
That made her blush. "Go on."
"No, really." He handed her the drink. He motioned to the living room.
There was a soft leather couch in there that looked like it could suck someone in. She sat on it and sank right in.
He lit the gas fireplace and the hiss of the flame filled the room. He sat next to her, close.
Wondering what he was wanting, she took a drink.
He turned to her and drew a finger along her shoulder. "I think about you a lot."
"Me?"
"Yep."
"I'm nothing special."
"You are to me."
He's so nice. How come he can't find a girl? I would've been clawing eyes out to get him if I wasn't married. "My husband says I should have fun—"
That's as far as she got. His mouth covered hers and they were kissing with desperation.
When he broke the kiss, she was panting. Wow. She took a gulp of her screwdriver.
He did, too. He motioned. "Finish that off and I'll refresh it."
It had been a fast drink. She felt a buzzing numbness faintly in each cheek. She gave a flirty giggle. "Okay." She downed it and the cold of the orange juice seized her throat. She swallowed and handed him the glass.
He winked. "Be right back."
She snuggled into the couch. She had worried coming in that the first thing he would want to show her was the bedroom. But he hadn't. He hadn't even asked. She looked around the couch and ran her hands over the smooth leather. Then she looked down.
What would Rob want? She undid her top button on her blouse. He'll like to hear he touched my breasts.
A glass was being handed to her and it startled her. She still had her hands on her button. "Oh." She blushed. She took a drink and so did he.
He removed the glass from her hand and set it aside.
Mmm more kissing. Yummy.
He leaned into her and kissed her. His tongue was strong and his stubble rubbed sexily on her chin and cheek.
She moaned with pleasure. A heat was building in her pussy. I can't wait to get home. After a little more kissing.
His hand came up and gently touched her breast through her blouse.
Yes, my husband will like that. She rubbed the back of his head as he kissed her.
His touch on her breast felt good. Then he was unbuttoning her blouse – a look of need on his face.
She reached back and unclasped her bra after he had removed her blouse. She searched his eyes for disapproval as he looked at her breasts. Do you think they're too small?
As if reading her mind, he said, "They're beautiful." He leaned down, pushing her back a little. His mouth covered her breast, his tongue flicking out and circling her nipple.
She gasped and squirmed, sinking lower on the couch. Her world slowly spun, sending sensations of lazy pleasure coursing through her at every lick.
He sat up and removed his shirt. He had a very nice chest, if not as muscular as her husband's. Then he sat and began removing his pants.
Her eyes got big, but she relaxed when his cock came into view. It was very much like her husbands, but about an inch longer. She opened her mouth at the sight. She wanted to grab it in both hands and jack it. It was already hard.
He climbed back over her and laid on her, licking her breasts and rising further up until they were kissing again.
Her body moved under him, undulating with passion. He pulled back again.
She reached for him.
He gave a sexy smile and began undoing her pants.
She said, "I don't know about…"
He held a finger up to her lips. "I want to lick you."
Oh, I guess that's alright. Rob will really dig on that. She relaxed. She really wanted to touch his cock again, but the promise of him licking her forestalled her. She let him slide off her pants and panties.
The touch of his tongue to her pussy was electric. She gasped and grabbed his head. Oh this is dirty. Rob, I wish you were here.
He licked and moved his tongue all over her clit, causing spiraling waves of tension to coil within her. She spread her legs, wide.
He kissed the area above her clit and licked a long line up to her belly button.
She squirmed, her pussy wanting attention again.
Then his mouth was on her breasts again.
She closed her eyes.
His kisses moved up to her neck.
She felt a hardness press against her wet pussy. She opened her eyes and mouth, but his mouth descended on hers and locked her into a kiss.
He pushed and his cock parted her pussy lips.
She moaned around his tongue in worry and lust. Yes, slide it in. No, get off. I can't, I'm married. Oh, maybe just a little.
His shaft pushed in past her lips, sliding in slowly. He pulled back and watched her.
Her mouth was open in shock. She was clutching his shoulders, squeezing and pulling. Her head felt warm and she gave in, pulling hard, wrapping her ankles behind his thighs and pulling. She sighed long and loud as his entire length slid into her. She was filled, his cock reaching just a little deeper than her husband's.
"Oh…" she said.
"You feel so wonderful," he said.
Her heart beat faster and faster. He's fucking me!
He pulled out and slid slowly back in.
She felt his manhood violate her, filling her with lewd passion. She wanted more. She swung her head a little and gasped, "Fuck me."
He growled and began pumping his cock in and out of her married pussy. The hiss of the fire was loud and so were the squeaks of the leather couch. Their pants worked together as he drove his cock into her. He was not forceful, but his thrusts were deep. In fact, he was gentle.
Over and over she felt his erection fill her, rubbing deep in all the right places. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts, enjoying every stroke. Oh wow. This is way better than a handjob. She found herself laughing.
He seemed alarmed. "Are you okay?" He had stopped moving.
She nodded vigorously. "Yes." Her voice was a breathy whisper. "Yes, keep fucking me. Don’t stop."
"I don't have any condoms."
She giggled. "No worry."
"No?"
She grew serious as she hung on and he fucked her. "I spent eleven thousand dollars several years ago trying to get pregnant." With that bastard Jeff. Once he knew she wasn't going to have kids, he had left her.
He thrust deep. "I would have helped you for free."
She gasped and looked into his eyes. "Fuck me. Fuck me and fill me."
He lay on her fully and drove his cock deep with fluid hip movements.
She raised hers to meet his thrusts. It felt delicious.
He reached his hands under her, grabbing her small butt. His thrusts didn't pull out as far. He stayed in deep, moving half out only before thrusting as far as he could.
She closed her ey
es because they threatened to swim all over the place and make her dizzy. She held on as he quickened his pace, striving to get deeper. She moaned. "Yes…"
He cried out and then grunted, his back muscles straining under her fingers.
She felt the hot blast deep inside her. Oh yes. So good.
His grinding against her clit sent her over the edge. She trembled and convulsed, her pussy clamping on Ron's deep-thrust cock. She held tight, squeezing as he emptied his balls into her.
He gasped, panting. "I love you."
The hiss of the fireplace took over and she fell asleep under him, his cock still buried in her pussy.
CHAPTER 14
Cindy was far later than she had planned on getting home. Ron had wanted her to stay the night. He had fucked her again.
She fumbled with the keys and finally got them in the lock.
He waved and drove off as she closed the door.
Rob came out of the bedroom. "Wow, you're late. Was it that good of a night?"
What do I say? Is it going to be what he wants to hear? "I…"
"Are you alright?"
"Yes… I, uh…"
He came up to her and gently took her face in his hands. He studied her eyes. "What?"
"I was a very naughty wife."
She felt him tremble. A light came into his eyes. A feverish one.
She said, "Very naughty."
"Did you fuck him?" His voice was full of wonder.
She nodded reluctantly.
His mouth dropped open and he laughed in surprise. He blinked bright eyes and laughed again, happiness bubbling out of him. "You did it? Really?"
She watched his eyes search hers, full of wonder and happiness. She relaxed. "Yes."
He pulled her into the bedroom. "I want to hear it all."
Their lovemaking was different this night. He took her with passion and love, but was very tender and slow. She clutched him desperately, recalling the feeling of Ron in her and wanting Rob to know she still loved him.
She was troubled, though, as she drifted to sleep.
~ ~ ~
Cindy stretched in bed. Hump day. She would need to get moving but it was still early.
Her husband was looking at her, those sexy eyes consuming her. He moved his fingers and began trailing them over her arm. "Are you alright?"
She nodded, searching his eyes. Was there any doubt there? Hesitancy? She had done what he wanted. To her complete surprise, she had enjoyed it. She wouldn't have if he had not wanted it so bad. She wouldn't even have kissed a man other than him. But his sincerity and desire for her to do so gave her the nudge she needed.
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