by Lexi Archer
Sure the chance was a hell of a lot lower right now what with a blizzard putting the finishing touches on the roads and parking lot outside, but there was still danger. And that danger just added to the already heady mix of arousal that was caused by this being Liam and knowing I was stepping out on my husband.
"So what if you're right?" I asked.
"Then I think your husband's going to really enjoy hearing about this tonight. Am I right?"
His finger did something. I'm not sure how to describe it. All I know is that he brushed against me just so, and I felt my toes curling. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. There was still that one woman back in the lockers to think about, after all. I didn't want her to hear what was going on out here and get any ideas.
"That's what I thought," he said with a chuckle.
"So what now?" I asked, knowing what the answer was even before I asked the question.
"I think you know what the answer is," he said. He pulled his fingers away. I whimpered in frustration. I wanted him to continue right where he'd left off. That had felt so damn good. I’d never come like that with another man's fingers, though I suppose he probably had plenty of experience with that sort of thing. I wanted him to work those magic fingers on me some more, damn it!
No sooner had his fingers withdrawn from me than his hands were on my shoulders. He whirled me around. I had a brief look at his muscular body before he pressed down. Moving me down his body. Inexorably towards that bulge in the front of his pants. That bulge I'd fantasized about since yesterday. Since watching that Amber girl going down on him.
And before I knew it I was down in front of his cock. It was stretching out, begging for my attention. Begging for my touch. It twitched as I got right down in front of him and I gasped. Then I giggled. I'd seen my husband's do that often enough, and I figured that meant he was excited to see me!
I looked up at him. He grinned. "And what do you want me to do here?"
"It's not what I want you to do. It's what you're going to do. You're going to suck my cock. You're going to let me blow my load down your married throat, and then you're going to go home tonight and tell your husband all about it."
I looked back to his cock. I almost went cross eyed staring at it. And I felt so hot at his words. The way he took control. The way he was so commanding. So obviously in control of the situation. I wanted to do this. It was staring right at me and I didn't feel the panic I'd felt the night before.
Sure I felt a little bit of guilt. After all, I should have wanted to do this with my husband. And yet here I was staring at a different man's cock about to suck it.
I licked my lips. I grinned as I hooked my fingers into his pants and pulled down in imitation of how Amber had worked yesterday.
6: The Plunge
This was it. The moment I'd been waiting for. The moment I'd been anticipating. The moment I'd been dreading.
I pulled down on his pants. Meanwhile he leaned up against the counter. I was hidden down below, and a good thing too. No sooner had his cock sprang, almost sending me cross eyed, than I froze as I heard him talk.
"Have a great day!"
"It would've been a better day if I'd trained with you Liam," a feminine voice said.
Damn. The woman who'd been working out in the back. The one who disappeared into the locker room. She must have finally come out, and of course it would be when I was on my knees in front of him with his cock out.
Fuck!
I fought down the panic as I stared at his cock. As that panic mixed with pure lust. As I fought back the desire to lean forward and take them into my mouth despite the danger.
That woman couldn't see me. I was hidden under the counter. She had no way of knowing I was down here. She only knew I’d been at the front desk when she disappeared into the locker room and I wasn't now. She couldn't possibly know where I was hiding. As far as she knew I could be in some other part of the gym doing my job.
I concentrated on getting my breathing under control, but it was difficult. Really fucking difficult. Mostly because I still had Liam's cock staring at me. Pre-come leaked from the tip. Begging me to lean forward and lick it.
"Coast is clear," Liam said.
I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a long sigh. I hadn't realized I was even holding my breath like that. Damn. And yet the terror seemed to be adding to the overall experience. Doing this in public, doing it when someone could catch us, was definitely fucking hot. I was starting to get an intimate understanding of exactly why he'd been so public with his display yesterday. Exactly why Amber had so willingly gone along, for that matter.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Think of hubby," Liam said with a chuckle.
It's a good thing I couldn't see his face, because otherwise I probably would have made a rude gesture. As it was, though, I found myself charmed by his cock. Hypnotized. Terrified, and yet at the same time I couldn't look away. No, I was drawn to his massive cock. And even as I wondered whether or not I’d be able to take the whole thing in my mouth given my inexperience I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out.
I paused in that moment. I wondered if I would truly be able to pull this off. After all, this was the moment where I'd chickened out yesterday with my husband. If I couldn't do this with my husband, well who was to say I could do this with a strange man?
Except in this case that strange man was Liam. I moved a hand up to his shirt. Lifted it until I could see his six pack abs. Abs that I wanted to run my tongue over. I figured it wasn't that much of a difference running my tongue over his abs versus running my tongue over his cock.
I didn’t experience any of the panic I'd felt yesterday with Mark. That should probably tell me something about the state of my relationship, but I was so overwhelmed with lust that I didn't think about it too much. No, the only thing on my mind was Liam. Liam's cock. How delicious he looked. How much I wanted to taste him.
And so I did just that.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on everything that made this moment so damn hot. Another man's cock. I was finally sucking a man's cock! And it wasn't my husband's cock. Fuck! Talk about experiences I never thought I'd have. I never thought I’d have relations with a man other than my husband ever again. I figured when we said our wedding vows that was it. That was all she wrote. And now here I was with a strange cock entering my mouth. A sex act I'd I'd only done with one other men before, and that man wasn't even my husband. He'd never gotten to enjoy the pleasures of my mouth.
With those thoughts, before I realized what was happening, his cock reached the back of my mouth. I had to pause for a moment and resist my gag reflex. It was difficult, but just by holding his cock where it was I was able to somehow suppress it. I felt my eyes watering. This was all so new. So unfamiliar. So forbidden and so wrong.
I imagined my husband walking around with a rock hard cock all day today at his work. Thinking about this happening. I'd told him I’d think about it, I'd made it clear later that night that there wasn't a very good chance of anything like this actually happening, and yet now here I was down on my knees proving just what a big fat liar I was.
Damn.
I was just getting used to it when I felt him shift. His cock pulled out of my mouth slightly and I felt panic rising. And then a moment later his hand wrapped around my hair. I'd put it up in a ponytail like I usually did when I came to work at the gym. I wanted to make sure I was ready to go if I ended up having some time to hit the machines. Only now I'd given him the perfect handhold. It was the perfect opportunity for him to use me completely. He started pulling back and forward. Moved my mouth up and down on his cock.
I knew how I should've felt in that moment. I should've been angry. I should’ve been indignant. I should've been pissed off that he was using me for his pleasure like that. That he was treating me no better than some sex toy. And yet that was the last thing on my mind as his hand slowly moved me up and down his cock. As he took control.
No, I didn't feel angry
or indignant at all. The only thing I felt was arousal. Pure, unadulterated arousal. I wanted more. I wanted him to use me. I wanted him to give me the full treatment that other women got when he was giving them a bit of personal training. I finally understood why it was that they threw themselves at him, and I wanted that experience for myself.
It was crazy. It was the last thing I should want. I should want my husband to take me like this, but of course my husband was too much of a nice guy to ever do something like that. That was something I was going to have to talk with him about, though. Because fuck was this hot!
And so my head bobbed up and down on a strange man's cock. Back and forth. His hand never lost that tight grip. He continued using me for his pleasure. My wedding ring burned on my finger even though I had my husband's permission to do this. It was just so much, so fast. Yesterday I hadn't even seriously considered being with another man, and today here I was with another man's cock in my mouth.
I couldn't believe it, but it was so fucking hot. I was overcome with lust. And it probably explained why I was able to do this act that had always made me feel a little queasy in the stomach when I thought about it before.
All of that queasiness was gone now. It was replaced by a burning arousal. I couldn't help myself. I was powerless in the face of this asshole who took women for his pleasure on the regular.
Back and forth he went, but it seemed like he wasn't satisfied with just that. I was only getting about half of his cock down my throat. And let me tell you, half of his cock felt like most of the length of my husband's cock. Not that I'd ever been a size queen or anything, but it was different. And he was going to take what he needed. It appeared that what he needed in that particular moment was for me to deep throat him.
Panic welled up inside me again as I felt his cock reach the back of my throat and then he kept pulling. I tried to do everything I'd ever heard from other women who talked about doing this sort of thing. I loosened my throat. I tried to ignore my gag reflex. It helped that I was already turned on. Kind of like how it helped my husband get inside me when I was already turned on from foreplay.
Somehow, miraculously, I was able to take more of his cock inside me. It moved down my throat and then a moment later as tears streamed down my eyes he was lodged firmly in my throat. I concentrated on breathing through my nose, but it was still difficult. And then he was pulling out. I took a moment to gasp for breath and then he was moving back inside. He was plowing into my mouth.
"Well isn't this interesting," Liam said.
I had no way of knowing what he was talking about. I couldn't see over the desk. But it became pretty obvious pretty damn fast as my phone appeared down under the counter. There was a bright flash of light and a clicking noise as the camera went off. My eyes went wide in panic, but I didn't stop.
No, this was too fucking hot. Besides, I had a pretty good idea as to exactly what he was about to do, and I wanted him to do it even as I knew there was the potential for what he was doing to destroy my marriage if Mark wasn't as on board with this fantasy as he’d seemed last night.
"I wonder what your husband would think getting a picture like that?"
I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. Not without pulling my mouth off of his cock, and I didn't want to do that. No, I needed more. I needed it all.
"So what's hubby's name in here? Mark? Right?"
There was silence for a moment. Then a chuckle. "Right. You've got him under “Hubby.” Original."
Another pause. A noise. A beeping from my phone. Vibrating from up above. He must've put the phone down.
"Interesting," he said. "Your husband is blowing up your phone. Would you like to see what he's saying?"
I reached out and smacked him. I very much wanted to see what Mark was saying. Was he texting or calling to talk about how hot this was, or was he texting and calling to tell me that we were through?
"I bet you would, but good girls only get to see their phone when they're done."
I wanted to scream in frustration. I wanted to pull off of him and give him a piece of my mind. But of course part of the reason why I wanted to scream in frustration was precisely because I knew I wasn't going to pull off of his cock. No, I was too far gone.
I kept right up with what I'd been doing. Sucking his cock, and hopefully doing a good job of it. Though this was my first time. There was no telling whether or not I was actually any good. I needed more practice. With Liam. With Mark. Maybe with other guys, if my husband was serious about this fantasy, and assuming my vibrating phone up above didn't mean the end of our marriage.
I froze once more as I heard the door open. I felt a blast of icy wind even from under the table. And yet he never missed a beat. He continued pulling me back and forth on his cock.
"How's it going ladies?" he asked.
If that was me, if I suddenly found myself treated to an audience like that, I would have panicked. I wouldn't have been able to go through with it. I would've done something to give away what was happening.
Only he didn't. I suppose he was probably used to having an audience. Yesterday had proved that conclusively. And so he continued fucking my mouth. Fucking my married, cheating mouth. I wondered if this would add to the enjoyment when I told Mark about it later tonight. I know it was adding to my enjoyment. I couldn't believe it. Here I was just sucking his cock, I didn't have anything going on between my own legs, and yet I felt the familiar tingle of the beginnings of an orgasm.
I moved a hand down between my legs. I thought of his cock in my mouth. I thought of my husband thinking of this. How turned on he'd been yesterday. I thought of all the people up there who could catch us. How dangerous this was.
That did it. It hit me, and it was fucking incredible. It was a good thing there was a cock lodged in my mouth, because otherwise I would have given the whole thing away to of the world with my moans. As it was, I thought it was still possible somebody up there might hear me moaning and figure out what was going on.
Only in that moment, with another man's cock in my mouth, I just didn't give a fuck. I was too focused on the pleasure to care about something silly like getting caught and perhaps losing my job. No, all I cared about was having more of Liam.
I felt him grunt and I would have grinned if his cock wasn’t in my mouth. It seemed like me coming as I continued deep throating him was enough to finally give him a bit of a distraction. I wondered if it was noticeable to any of the ladies up there. It was nice to know I could distract him to the same degree that he was able to distract me!
His thrusting started to grow more erratic and I knew this was it. For the final time that morning I felt the same panic rising inside me, but this time I ignored it. I rolled with it. Because I knew this was happening, and with his hand resting so assuredly on my ponytail holding me in place there wasn't anything I was going to be able to do to stop it anyways.
Not that I would want to.
I felt the first blast rocket into the back of my mouth. It was salty, but it wasn't nearly as unpleasant as I'd thought it would be. Maybe there was something wrong with the first guy I'd tried this with. Maybe it was that this was Liam and the whole scenario was turning me on. Whatever it was, I couldn't deny how great it felt. How incredible his cock felt exploding in the back of my mouth.
I couldn't wait to try this with my husband.
Now that I'd done this with one guy, the floodgates were well and truly open. There was no way I wasn't going to try this with another guy. Maybe I’d try it with more than just my husband. With his fantasy more guys certainly seemed like a possibility now!
I was supposed to do something here. I felt his come start to overflow. A trickle of it ran down my cheek and so I did the only thing I could think of. I swallowed. And as I swallowed I wondered why women made such a big deal out of it. Why it seemed like it was the end of the world to do that. It really wasn't all that bad at all.
Definitely not as bad as I'd imagined over the years, even if the first and only
other time I’d felt a guy exploding in the back of my throat had resulted in me pulling off and getting some in my hair which hadn’t been a fun experience, let me tell you.
Over and over he exploded into my mouth. Again and again I tried to swallow. Tried desperately to keep up, but it was difficult. Finally I gave up and just let it spill out of my mouth. Run down my cheeks and onto the floor below. I would have to clean that up later, but for now all I cared about was feeling him exploding in my mouth. Feeling another man's seed, not my husband's, running all over me. God it was so hot.
I was starting to understand the nature of the appeal of this fantasy for my husband. Fuck!
Finally Liam’s grip loosened a little and he pulled back. I pulled off of his cock, a string of his come moving away from my mouth even as more of it spilled out. I coughed and then stopped. I realized somebody might hear that and notice what was going on up there. Only I didn't hear any more beeping.
I breathed a sigh of relief even as I took in a deep breath. I hadn't realized I'd been holding that in while he was holding me there. I felt dizzy, though I wasn't sure if that was because of a lack of oxygen or because of the sheer overwhelming naughtiness of what I'd just done.
I looked down at myself. What a mess. I was going to have to change into my workout clothes for the rest of the day. Not the best solution, but it wouldn't look out of the ordinary at least.
There was no way I was going to be able to stay in my current outfit. Not with Liam’s come dripping all over me and rapidly drying and hardening. I was covered in another man's come. Another man had blown his load all over me. He'd exploded in the back of my mouth, and I could still feel the taste there.
Finally Liam's face appeared and he grinned down at me.
"You might want to go get cleaned up before somebody notices what's going on," he said.
I suppose he could've sounded like an asshole while he was saying that, but there actually seemed to be some concern there. And why not? He hadn't gone for the gold yet. He'd gotten one hell of a concession of from me, he'd gotten something no other man had ever experienced, but at the same time I'm sure he was looking forward to fucking me as well. And maybe that would happen, depending on how Mark reacted to what happened here today.
