Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories

by Hill, Belinda

  "Jack, I don't want your fingers anymore I want your cock."

  "Are you sure baby?"

  "Yes I am sure and I'm ready."

  I smiled and pulled my fingers out and grabbed my now fully erect cock and rubbed the tip against her ass. She slowly pushed back against me telling me she was ready and more than willing. I took the head and rubbed it right against the crack and carefully pushed it into her ass giving her part of my shaft and then stopping to push in letting her get use to the new object penetrating her ass. Then slowly pushing more in each time giving her time to adjust until the full length of my cock was buried in her ass. Her moans were that of a mixture of pleasure and pain. Once I started to thrust my cock in and out the moans became of pure pleasure. Soon my thrusts became faster and a bit rougher and my moans joined in with hers. I could feel her squeeze her cheeks tighter around me and almost instantly from the rough thrusts I was now doing she screamed out with another climax. The whole time she was bucking back against me forcing all of me in her ass. Between her moans I could hear her beg to taste me so I pulled out and forced her to kneel in front of me and open her mouth while I started to jack myself off. Between her moans of excitement and my speedy stroke I finally shot another load of hot cum into her mouth her taking in every drop and swallowing it with a satisfied look on her face she stood up and kissed me deep letting me taste myself. The rest of the shower was uneventful as we washed each other got out and got dressed.

  "Debbie I don't want to go but I got to get back. I am sure the other woman will be wondering where I am."

  "Yeah I know I just wish you could stay here and hold me while I sleep."

  "I do too baby more than anything."

  With a heavy sigh we walked to the door and I opened it stopping to kiss her one last time. As I turned to leave I knew the same thought was crossing both of our minds. How were we going to be able to keep our hands off each other the next few days that we would spend with my fiancée?

  So Wrong... But Oh So Right!

  Have you ever had an affair? Have you ever met anyone who you felt could tempt you into having an affair? Having an affair with a married man had never once crossed my mind. I could never see myself doing that to another woman. Another Person's Property, Forbidden, Sacred vows, Off limits, Taboo, Slut, Homewrecker. Those are the type of words that usually come to my mind when a person would even mention the word affair. I was brought up in a strict moral and religious family. Even sex without marriage was a No-No. Not only that, but everyone knows that you just don’t touch things that don't belong to you.

  But then you meet someone. Someone who makes you forget everything because the longing to be with them is just too overwhelming. There is always that one person who takes your breath away with just one glance. One touch, one caress, and your pulse races, your senses are aroused, and sparks shoot throughout your body clear to your toes. Just one kiss and you ache to know much more.

  I met him at a work, of all places. We both worked for a large company and he called into my department quite frequently. He had such a sexy voice. It was deep with just a touch of a smooth drawl. It would curl my toes just hearing him talk. He was polite, funny, charming, and easy to talk to. It wasn't long before we were talking by phone, not only at work, but at home as well. Emails were flying back and forth, both at work and at home. We talked about everything: work, hobbies, our kids, sex. We talked on the computer a lot. Mainly we talked about sex. There was a lot of flirting, a lot of teasing, each conversation building both desire and frustration, leaving both of us wanting so much more. Even though we had never met face to face, we soon learned that we had a lot in common. Not only that, but I found out that he was a freak like me. Someone who was crazy about sex. Several of our emails were filled with longing, frustration, unfulfilled desire, and pent up passion.

  Then one night, I received an email from his account. It wasn't from him. It was his wife. I had heard through the grapevine at work earlier that day that he was, in fact, married, so it really came as no surprise. I was going to confront him with the information when I spoke with him next, but I received the email before I had the chance. She wrote that she had read our emails. She was letting me know that he was married and that she knew about everything. I was shocked at first. I didn't respond to her email. In fact, I thought that was the end of it. I thought that I wouldn't hear from him again. I don’t know what emotion I felt more, relief or disappointment. I tried to forget about him. Every time I would think about him, the word "MARRIED" would flash into my mind.

  He contacted me one day. It was a few weeks later. I hadn't heard a word from him. He said that he wanted to apologize for all the drama. He had smoothed things over with his wife. I don’t know what was said to his wife, if she forgave him, or what the outcome was. To this day, I really don’t want to know. We still had not met face to face, but we considered each other as a friend. So, occasionally we would talk on the phone and by email. I didn't write to him unless he wrote to me first. I didn't call him unless he called me first. It wasn't long though before we were talking more and more, and sending more and more emails. It was like the episode with his wife had never happened. There was one main difference ... now I knew.

  One night, after a lot of coaxing, he talked me into meeting him after work. There was a local bar just down the street from work. It wasn’t far from the corner. I knew I shouldn't go. He was married. Yet I had convinced myself that it wouldn't hurt to meet him face to face. I had even convinced myself that nothing was going to happen. It was just going to be an innocent meeting and therefore that was okay. We exchanged vehicle descriptions so that we would know what vehicles to look for.

  As I was leaving the parking lot my conscious again roared to life. The word "MARRIED" slapped me back to reality as the warning flashed in my mind. I couldn't do this. This was wrong. I exited the parking lot and started driving down the street. I had decided to just keep on driving. As I drove past the bar I saw his truck sitting in the parking lot, waiting as planned. It was just my luck, though, that just as I reached the corner I pulled up to a red light. I watched in my rearview mirror as his truck exited the parking lot. He was in the lane directly behind me and was rapidly getting closer. I panicked. The light changed and I took off. I made it about a block or so down the road before he flagged me down. I turned off onto one of the side streets and pulled up to a curb and stopped.

  He pulled up right behind my truck on the side of the road and got out. He walked up to my driver's side door. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop staring. He was so damn sexy. I didn’t want to stop staring. Tall, dark, handsome, built for pleasure, hard and rugged, and oh so hot. I am sure my mouth was gaping open and I knew then that I was in big, big trouble. He was every woman's wet dream come true. My panties were instantly wet, drenched with anticipation.

  He caught my eye and I smiled. "Thought for a minute that you weren’t going to pull over," he said. My palms were sweating. I was so nervous. I think I stammered a little as I admitted that I was going to keep on driving. He smiled, "I am glad you stopped."

  He stood there looking so relaxed, so sexy. We talked and laughed for a while. He had a way about him that made a person feel that they were the center of his undivided attention. He was charming, well mannered, and soon I was feeling comfortable and at ease. During a slight pause in the small talk, out of the blue, he said to me, "Damn, you are so beautiful. I am as hard as a rock."

  "Oh yeah?" I smiled. I was feeling a lot less nervous and a lot more at ease. "Prove it."

  It was one of the comebacks we would tease each other with in our emails. Prove it. The words had just slipped out as if they were meant to be said. It was as if they had a mind of their own.

  He took the bait. He reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled out his rock hard erection and began stroking it. Never thinking that he would actually do it, I was shocked and amazed that he did. Standing there in the street, in front of God and everyone, not that anyone was ar
ound to see, and there he was stroking his massive cock as if it was perfectly natural. I am more than sure my mouth was hanging open that time. It was always a turn on for me to see a man handle his business. It felt like I was gasping for air. With each stroke I could feel my pussy tighten and quiver with need.

  My mouth watered. He was all that I had imagined and then some. I could almost taste his hard cock in my mouth. I could almost feel it throbbing, deep in my core. As he continued to stroke his swollen shaft, all coherent thoughts of this being wrong flew right out my truck window. I didn’t care. God help me, but I didn't care. I knew only one thing. I wanted him. I wanted him with every fiber of my being. I could feel my pussy weep even more, just aching for that hard cock to be buried deep inside.

  I couldn't stop myself. I reached out and stroked it. My hand had turned traitor to my mind. It was now following orders from down below. He had a beautiful cock. It was hard and yet so soft. It was all I had imagined. I had desired it, had dreamt about it, and now it was in my hand and growing harder and larger with each stroke. My conscience made one final try to take control. It was telling me to stop. It was telling me to just leave. It was telling me, "Do not do this." But I didn't listen. With each stroke his erection came more and more alive. Soon he was rocking into my hand and I could feel his hips shudder with each movement. At that point and time nothing mattered but satisfying the hunger that had been building for weeks, months even. I didn't care. It didn't matter. Not then... Not that night.

  Suddenly, he backed away from my hand and put his heavy burden back in his pants. He opened my truck door and pulled me into his arms. The interior was still quite dark because I had no dome lights. The only light was coming from the street light at the other end of the street. His lips met mine. He kissed me softly at first, teasing and tasting my bottom lip, licking it slowly, and sucking it gently. With one hand tangled in my hair, he coaxed my lips apart and slid his tongue inside. Instant meltdown occurred at the contact of his tongue meeting my own. My body was on fire as his tongue was thrusting against mine, chasing it, savoring it. The passion was building, fierce and hungry. My body was tingling from head to toe. Every sense had come alive. My nipples were hard as pebbles. My juices were flowing.

  I felt his hand that was on my knee slide slowly up the inside of my thigh under my skirt. I was lost in the magic of his kiss and almost didn't catch it until it was at the apex of my thighs. I grabbed at his hand just as he brushed against the damp crotch of my panties. I was somewhat embarrassed and didn't want him to feel the obvious wetness there. But it was too late, he felt it, and he now knew just how turned on I really was.

  "Oh God… baby, " he moaned into my mouth and continued to kiss me deeply. He cupped his hand against my hot sex and began courting my hot pussy. Each gentle stroke coaxing my legs further and further apart, allowing him more access. I felt him slip his finger just under the edge of my panties, teasing my swollen outer lips and then spreading them slightly to get to the inside, to the smoother path that led to my clit. Each time he stroked lightly, stopping just before reaching the goal. Repeatedly he did this. It was getting so hard to breathe. I felt like I was gasping for air. I could hear myself whimpering. I was enjoying the taste of his lips and the feel of his hand teasing my hot pussy.

  His lips left mine and he licked and sucked gently at my neck, creating a trail down to the soft swell of my breast, which was visible above my low cut blouse. Without warning, his mouth covered one of my hard nipples, which was outlined through my shirt, wetting it as he sucked on it deeply. As he continued to suck on my hard nipple, biting it gently with his teeth, his finger delved deep into my hot slick pussy. He slowly rocked his thumb against my clit as he tickled my g-spot with his finger inside. He then slowly eased his finger back out before slamming it in even deeper, causing me to buck uncontrollably against his hand in complete surrender.

  His mouth released my breast and he again kissed me deeply as I rode the delicious waves of passion he was creating with his hand and fingers. I was out of my mind, crazed with need, and oh so close to orgasm. Mewing sounds were combining with gasps of pleasure as his fingers punished my hot box repeatedly. My legs were spread wide open. My panties were shoved to the side allowing full view of my glistening juices, which were running onto his hand as he continued to rampage my aching hole.

  "Cum for me baby," he whispered against my ear as he nuzzled my neck with his lips. "I can feel you pulsing inside. You're ready to explode."

  "Oh yesss... Oh yesss, " I cried. "Don't stop. Please... don't stop."

  He turned me in the seat and pulled my hips to the edge of the seat facing him. Before I knew what he was about, I could feel his hot breath against my already sensitive pussy. He spread my outer lips wide and began licking at my wet juices, sliding his tongue in and out, slurping at my inner heat. He slowly licked up and down my slit, lightly flicking my clit each time he reached the top, making me grind and buck against his face. He slid two fingers inside this time and began to thrust them in and out as he flicked his tongue against my hard nub. I was mindless, moaning and thrashing about on the seat as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. He sucked deeper and deeper on my clit. His tongue was in continuous motion and my pussy was grinding harder and harder against his face. My hips were moving faster and faster, gyrating, trying to bring him in closer. I was nearly ready to explode and still he teased me. Not once breaking his pace. His mouth was soft and warm against my aching clit and my wetness was running down his fingers and hand.

  "Aaaah... I'm cumming!" I cried out as I felt the first shudders of orgasm wrack my body.

  My pussy was convulsing against his face as wave after wave of pleasure spread throughout my body. Yet he continued to suck and fuck me with his mouth and fingers. His hands grasped my hips, pulling me in closer, not letting me go as he continued to devour my cum drenched pussy. He continued to lick and suck at my sensitive clit. Licking away each drop of cum as his fingers were pounding my pussy furiously. In and out, as if in a frenzy, and my cum was running down his fingers and hand. I was writhing on the seat as he punished my pussy relentlessly.

  "Oooohh... Ohhh! Baby... Please... I can't... I can't take it!" I pleaded with him as he showed no signs of stopping. It wasn’t long before I felt yet another orgasm building.

  “Don't stop. Oh God ... that's it!" I cried out, grabbing his hair, holding him as still as I could as my orgasm ripped through me and I came a second time, drowning him in my juices. He licked away every drop before sliding my panties back in place.

  He pulled me up and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on his sweet lips and it was beyond erotic. I was still in somewhat of a daze. The pleasure was that good.

  "This time I wanted to please only you,” he whispered softly as he pulled my skirt back into position. "As much as I would love to continue this, here or elsewhere, it is getting late and we both need to be up early tomorrow for work."

  I was still sitting there in somewhat of a daze. Speechless, and glowing in the aftermath.

  "Are you able to drive?" He asked as he smiled all-knowingly. My legs are shaking in love's sweet aftermath and I felt like a limp noodle. I could only nod my head in speechless wonder.

  "I'll call you," he whispered against my lips as he kissed me goodbye. He shut my door softly, reached in and caressed my cheek, and then slowly walked back to his truck. I watched as he started his truck. He didn't drive away, and I realized that he was waiting for me to pull off before leaving. I started my truck and waved back to him as I slowly drove away.

  The word "Married" didn't enter my mind once during our encounter. Not that night, nor any of the nights that we have shared since then. And what I thought was the end was just the beginning. It's been 3 months now, and there is so much more to be told.

  The Southern Gentleman

  It was a Tuesday afternoon, the worst day of the week if you ask me, and of course it was raining. As I walked out of my office building to whistle for a ca
b, the heel of one of my new Manolo Blanik’s split into two after I had stepped off the curb. “Damn it,” I whispered as I held back my curly brown hair to inspect the damage of my shoe. After dropping my briefcase on the sidewalk, I realized my broken heel had just landed me in a crater size pothole. Much huffing and puffing went on as I cursed this day in my head; like I said… I really hate Tuesdays.

  I decided to stop and get a cup of coffee at a nearby café. As I limped into the tiny shop, the aroma of cakes, cookies, and coffee filled my senses. It seemed to calm me down, because after I found a small square table to sit down at, I had forgotten all about my broken shoe and wet stockings. Before ordering I went through my briefcase to check that I had grabbed the depositions for tomorrow’s court case off of my desk. Without realizing it, my waitress had been standing in front of me with a large caramel latte, slice of carrot cake, and a gingerbread cookie. “Here you go, Mrs. Heart.” I thought for a second. “I didn’t order anything yet Lacey,” I said. After coming to this café for over three years I knew every waitress, waiter, and manager’s name, address, and phone number by heart; that’s what I love about small businesses. “The gentleman over at table three asked me to bring this over.” Lacey smiled. I giggled a bit, like an immature schoolgirl and said, “How did he know this was my favorite combo? And did you tell him that I’ve been happily married for over five years?” Lacey glanced over at the gentleman who was sipping his coffee in silence and reading the Wall Street Journal. “He asked me what you fancied so I told him, and no, I forgot to mention you were married.”