Faithfully Unfaithful

by Secret Narrative

  “On your knees, whore, get down onto your knees and suck it!” he demands.

  I do as I’m told; the gravel of the lay-by viciously cuts into my legs.

  Squirming, my anus gaping from his invasion, my cunt sodden with juice, the whore in me thrills with delight as he clutches hold of a brutal fist of my hair and thrusts his cock into my mouth, fucking my face as hard as he can, forcing his cock deep into my throat, as far as I can take it.

  Gagging initially, eventually I manage to deep throat him and all the time he fucks me, he calls me names.

  “Whore, bitch, filthy stupid cow, slut, fucking slut.” He’s gasping, and my cunt is throbbing, my mouth on fire as he moves hard in and out, and I finger my clit as he increases the pace of his thrusts jabbing into the back of my throat.

  I feel my orgasm approaching. Excitement mounting with every filthy name he calls me. I’m breathing hard through my nose, his use of me feels exquisite, I’m lost somewhere in another world, my moans stifled by the mouthful of hard, relentless cock, it feels so fucking brilliant, and I come as his ejaculate spurts into the back of my throat. I swallow it down in one gulp.

  I’m getting wet writing these words to you now, a deep throb building inside me and I wish someone was here at this very moment to fuck my face, to fuck my face hard.

  My own, darling, after writing this to you today I can’t wait until you come home tonight. I need to feel you inside me, first my cunt, followed by my mouth and finally my eager tight little arsehole, just say the word, and I’ll be whatever you want.

  Wednesday 18th May

  Dearest... Shall I tell you about what happened when we had a new bathroom fitted? The fitter was nearer my age than yours (just the way you like them) and worked alone most days.

  While he worked, I made him several cups of tea and fed him cakes and biscuits. You know what I’m like, but I wasn’t just indulging my usual flirtatious, whoresome behaviour, he was good company and I spent a lot of time chatting to him. He had a smutty sense of humour, which, as you know, I adore! I was visibly panting for him from day one, he knew it, and I knew it.

  There was an aroma clinging to the sexual tension in the house while he worked, and I rarely went out when he was here, preferring to be nearby inhaling the charged air, my senses fizzing and sizzling with anticipation.

  One day, about halfway through the job, I was at the sink rinsing the breakfast things when he came into the kitchen.

  “I’d love another cuppa!” he said.

  “I’ll put the kettle on,” I replied, without turning to face him.

  As I had hoped, he came over and stood close behind me. At first, I remained still and feeling his cock through the denim of my jeans I wiggled a little in encouragement leaning back into him thrilled that he stayed pressed hard against me.

  “You’ve got a cracking arse,” he said.

  “Thank you.” I wiggled again and teasingly moved away.

  Dearest husband, if you think back to the time we had the bathroom redone, you’ll remember the rampant sex you and I had every night following the days that the fitter was in the house, I was so horny, I serviced you far more often than usual. You didn’t mind though did you, darling?

  The day after the kitchen sink episode, I decided to wear a skirt, dressing carefully, I was ready by the time he turned up for work, and I made him a cup of tea as soon as he arrived.

  “I’ll bring it up when it’s ready,” I said.

  As promised, I took his tea upstairs where I found him fiddling around with the pipes at floor level. I deliberately stood too close, placing the tea on the windowsill above his head.

  “Don’t let it get cold,” I told him, turning to make my way past him again.

  “Wait,” he said.

  I paused perfectly giving him a direct view up my skirt as I’d hoped he reached out and began fondling my legs.

  “I’m rampant!” he said with a laugh.

  I parted my legs a little more, allowing him to trace his hands over my thighs and arse, fondling me through my panties. After a couple of minutes and much to my disappointment, he stopped.

  “Lovely! I’ll see you at lunchtime.”

  Hiding the fact that I felt pretty damn annoyed, I returned downstairs. So much for thinking I was irresistible. I sulked for the rest of the morning, idling the time away, not bothering with my usual ‘tea lady’ service.

  At midday, he put his head around the living room door.

  “Fancy coming out for lunch?” he asked, winking.

  I brightened up immediately, he had the power to make me feel brilliant or shitty, there didn’t seem to be any in-between, I guessed that I was infatuated but willed myself to calm down.

  “Better not, it might cause issues if we’re seen,” I replied, appearing nonchalant, flicking through one of my magazines.

  “Shame,” he said.

  ***

  I could hardly stop thinking about him after he left for the day, and that night I went down on you and sucked your cock dry. My flirtations with workmen always, but always make me desperate for cock.

  “You’re horny tonight, my love,” you said.

  I told you all about the fitter and between us, we agreed his seduction.

  The next day, as arranged, I wore one of your favourite dresses, lifting it for you as I saw you off, showing you that I wasn’t wearing panties, the slow smile, which lit up your face, thrilled me, and I set events in motion.

  When the fitter arrived, I gave him a cup of tea and led him into the lounge.

  “May as well sit for a while before you start,” I said, taking a seat opposite him and opening my legs.

  “You naughty, naughty girl.” He smiled. “I’d rather like to spank you for teasing me!”

  In reply, I gave a small nod accompanied by a smile.

  He was at my side in a flash, hauling me to my feet, he sat in the chair, pulling me face down over his lap. Naturally, I didn’t attempt to resist, I concentrated on committing every tiny point to memory in order to relay everything to you.

  “Very nice,” he said, lifting up the hem of my dress, uncovering my bare arse and bringing his hand hard down.

  It hurt like hell, much, much more than I expected, and I tried struggling away, but he held me tight, spanking me repeatedly with the flat of his hand, the calluses on his palm and fingers making the beating particularly difficult to bear, my soft skin zinging with pain.

  After a dozen or more severe, unrelenting blows, he massaged my arse cheeks gently, lulling me into a false sense of security as I squirmed in his lap, my cunt wetting the inside of my thighs. I realised that I’d been holding my breath and let out a long sigh, which turned into a yelp as he smacked me hard again, the blow more torturous as it was meted out onto the area of my arse already aflame.

  He clearly took sheer pleasure in dishing out punishment.

  After what felt like an age, but was probably only a few minutes, he appeared to tire. By that time, I’d begun to cry in pain and frustration, I was aching to come, and I couldn’t move.

  He tumbled me onto the floor at his feet.

  The physical pain radiating from my skin was almost unbearable, but it was the emotional tumult which threatened to engulf me, I couldn’t control my tears, letting them fall unheeded.

  It occurred to me how risky, such behaviour would have been if I hadn’t had your approval, after all, the sort of marks left by his use of discipline would have been impossible to hide, or laugh off.

  “Lie there and wait, I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his breathing ragged, hurriedly unfastening his trousers and struggling out of them.

  I kept still, body inert, pulse racing.

  His erection was pleasingly large, his helmet glistening with cum.

  I drifted into the out of body lethargy that often consumes me when I’m about to be fucked or buggered, and waited.

  He draped his trousers over the arm of the cha
ir, reached into the pocket, and produced a condom, although I was past caring, watching him roll it on swiftly and drop to his knees between my legs.

  My dress still covered the upper half of my body, but he didn’t seem bothered.

  “Fuck! I can’t wait to bury myself into that lovely cunt, I’ve been waiting days to get inside you,” he said, guiding himself into me with one hand, balancing his weight above me with the other.

  I’d have liked to have seen his biceps bulging, but he left his top on.

  Having inched his cock in a little, he moved his hand away and slid the rest of the way into me unaided, pushing my poor sore arse hard into the deep pile of our living room carpet.

  I watched him fuck me from my usual perspective and couldn’t help thinking about all the times I’ve been fucked on our lounge floor, either while you watch or when you are absent, either way, the actual number escapes me.

  He moved inside me. His cock probing deep and high, snug inside my walls until at last, I began moving with him, searching for the orgasm hovering at the edges of my excitement. Unfortunately, it was all over in a matter of minutes, and I didn’t climax; he filled the condom silently far too soon after his first thrust.

  All in all, a little disappointing, still, that was only the first of many times that fine man fucked me during that working week, my darling.

  As agreed, I allowed him to screw me in every position in every room of our house, and every night I shared the minutia with you, my cunt burning from his fucking and fingering as I brought you off with my mouth.

  I’m looking forward to the next project we have lined up at home; it makes for domestic bliss having workmen in the house.

  Monday 30th May

  My love... Then there was that time I met up unexpectedly with Tom.

  He was as surprised as I was and as attractive as ever.

  Familiar tingling rippled through my veins.

  The provocative atmosphere between us was almost tangible.

  “I can’t help but think about all the times we’ve been together,” he said, smiling into my eyes.

  “I’ve been thinking the same,” I confessed.

  “Shall we get a room?”

  “Yes,” I replied without hesitation.

  Thank goodness, I’m not the type of woman who keeps lovely things for ‘best’, and as usual wore fabulous underwear. A woman like me never knows when she might get lucky.

  We checked in without the pretence of luggage, the receptionist couldn’t have been less interested, and we made an easy transition from desk to elevator. Although my nerves kicked in as we crossed the shiny floor of the hotel reception, my heels colliding noisily with the hard surface, while his footfalls were silent. I remember looking down to check out his shoes, they looked expensive, classy, and certainly quiet!

  The doors of the elevator had barely closed before we embraced, kissing deeply, it was as if we’d never been apart, and the intervening years simply fell away.

  I was already moist with anticipation.

  Alighting, he took my hand, leading the way along the carpeted corridor. After a struggle with the key card, he opened the door, holding it back for me to enter the room ahead of him, the lock clicked, sounding resolute as the heavy door automatically closed behind us.

  The room was bright, functional and shrouded in the odour of air freshener. I wrinkled my nose and Tom went to the window and opened it, before closing the curtains, I was rapt that he remembered my olfactory sensitively. Although I would have liked the curtains open too, happy to leave the harsh light flooding in, you know how brazen I am, darling, but he seemed more comfortable with subdued light, so I didn’t comment.

  Only too aware that as well as indulging my weakness for Tom, I was also fulfilling your fantasies of my having sex with as many people as possible, I eagerly fell onto the bed, while Tom sat next to me on top the covers and unbuttoned my blouse.

  I groped around for his cock, even imprisoned inside his pants it felt as large and as hard as I remembered. He certainly has a larger than average cock, but don’t worry, darling, I much prefer yours, a fat cock is simply too much to bear on a regular basis.

  I stroked him through his pants and sat up to remove my blouse.

  “Take off the rest,” he said.

  I stood up and unfastened my skirt, letting it fall to the floor together with my bra, which he’d deftly unclipped.

  It felt good having my breasts free, he moved to the edge of the bed pulled me toward him and kissed them, sucking hard on my nipples. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off down his arms, it became stuck at the cuffs, he had to sort it out himself, so I dropped to my knees and unfastened his jeans, he lifted his arse up to aid me and I pulled his jeans and pants down at the same time.

  His cock sprang out in front of me.

  Enormous, darling! Shocking me just as much as it had the first time I saw it.

  I pushed him back onto the bed so that his arse was half hanging off the end of the mattress.

  I took the tip of his cock into my mouth again, sucking while stroking the shaft and remembering that he loved being finger fucked, licked the tip of my finger and pushed it gently into his arse.

  After a few minutes, he pushed me away, got to his feet, and pulling me to mine in one movement, scooped me up in his arms and laid me gently on the bed. I lie there naked with my cunt wet in anticipation as he knelt over me, his hard cock swaying in front of him.

  He got between my legs and massaged my clit with his tongue, slipping his index finger into my cunt, using it gently, rubbing my g-spot back and forth. It felt sensational! After a while, he inserted a second finger, making it wet before slowly extracting it from my cunt and introducing it into my arsehole.

  His finger felt big, and I drew a sharp breath.

  He didn’t stop, pressing slowly into my arse until it was fully inside. With a finger in my cunt, another my arse and his tongue on my clit I soon climaxed, the room smelled of sex now, the scent of we two having overcome the smell of cleaning, I made quite a bit of noise, not caring if we were heard.

  He mounted me.

  Tom is a master. His hips felt as though they were on a swivel as he slid his thick cock slowly in and out of my cunt, making me come again quickly. He didn’t relent and continued screwing me, even after I’d had my orgasm, and I don’t mind telling you that it was painful. I don’t like fucking after I’ve come, and that day was no different to any other, particularly with a cock as big as his.

  Nevertheless, we did it in several other positions, and I felt happy that he remembered that I liked finishing play with being mounted from behind.

  I could hardly wait! Tom had me bend over the side of the bed. Stepping up behind me, he pushed his cock into my cunt, continuing until it was all the way in again, and buried deep inside, my walls clutching his shaft. I was a little sore and tight and let out a little yelp; Tom pushed his thumb inside my arsehole. It felt huge, pressing the wall of my rectum against his cock. When he felt me coming again, his pace quickened, and he drilled deeper and deeper into me. I moaned loudly, and he filled me with cum, I loved feeling his warm flood oozing inside me.

  We fucked the afternoon away.

  As I drove home, I felt my wet panties between my legs.

  ***

  Do you remember when you got home that night, darling? As we went into our room, I told you that I had run into an old friend and ended up at a hotel.

  “You had better get undressed and tell me all about it,” you said.

  I took off my clothes, and as I removed my panties, your eyes lit up when you noticed the crotch soaked with Tom’s cum.

  I handed them to you.

  “Mmm! Sloppy seconds, especially for me?”

  “Yes, my darling, and it’s still running out of me.”

  You made me lie down and spread my legs to give you a closer look. You trailed your fingertips through his cum, which was also dribbling o
ut of my arsehole and I told you all about my encounter as I stroked your erection.

  When I finished speaking, you stood up and waved your cock in my face.

  “Suck me, my love. I have an urge to feel your lips around me,” you said.

  I took your cock into my mouth and sucked you until you ejaculated. It wasn’t long before you were hard again, the thought of sloppy seconds keeping you erect.

  After that, you wanted to bugger me. It is always my aim to please you so in spite of the discomfort in my sore arse and cunt, I agreed.

  Rolling onto my hands and knees, I offered up my delicate open holes for you.

  I felt the head of your cock against my arse, shrieking when you pushed it in. I could not help myself, you were not as gentle as usual, and my arse was a raw and sore.

  It was as though you wanted to hurt me.

  I cried out in pain as you penetrated fully, without giving me time to get accustomed to you. You plunged in and out, and I knew you were a little piqued that it was Tom who I’d fucked that day. You were always a little jealous of Tom despite your need for my whoreship, you worried about Tom and my feelings for him, which never totally abated; I was besotted with him for most of my adult life and still yearn for him even though he’s long dead.

  You fucked me hard and told me to play with my clit. I was determined not to let you know how much it hurt so I buried my face in the pillow, muffling my cries, and as I masturbated, you slapped me hard on my arse.

  “Slut, whore, baggage!” you panted, spanking and buggering me until at last the excitement built within me, your words driving me to orgasm as effectively as your cock.

  When you were ready to come, you pushed hard into me, pinning me to the mattress, ejaculating, filling my rectum and staying in me until your cock went soft and slipped out.

  I can still feel, hear, and smell the hot excitement of that day and night, my cunt twinging with the memory of my sluttish behaviour with Tom and your treatment of me afterward.

  Friday 3rd June

  Dearest, I hope you’re getting as much pleasure reading these words as I am from writing them.