Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories

by Hill, Belinda

  Carter noticed my body go limp. He kissed me once on my forehead and then filled me until I let out a soft cry. In syncopation we moved as one to achieve the ultimate pleasure we both sought. The back of my neck was supported by his left hand, which raised my head slightly off the covers so I could gaze in his tantalizing green eyes. I saw passion, I felt warmth, and I knew he was determined to please me in anyway possible. A few of his movements sent me into mini convulsions and the satisfaction from seeing me content made him grow more eager. I hardly made a sound as he helped me come closer to climax. I would close my eyes and bit my lip every time he’d hit me with pleasure, but I didn’t want any sound to escape my body, for I was enjoying keeping everything bottled up inside me.

  I began to feel warmer and tiny shocks of pain and pleasure grew as Carter’s stamina built. His grip on my waist became tighter and both of our paces sped up. Breathing increased, as did blood flow to our faces. We were both ready. Almost in unison, I let out a moan while he saturated my insides with his love potion. I hyperventilated as my orgasm ripped through my body like a tsunami; this was my first orgasm by penetration. He held me close to his chest to feel some of the strong after shocks I gratefully suffered from his loving attack.

  After my body went back to its normal temperature, he wrapped the covers around both of us and we sat in front of the fire for what seemed like a lifetime. He whispered, “I love you more than anything I’ve ever known,” before falling asleep next to me. I kissed him tenderly on the lips while wrapping his arm around my midsection.

  I forgot about everything; the world outside Carter’s apartment, my apartment, work, and none of it meant anything anymore. I wanted to live in this room for the rest of my life with this man.

  I heard my phone beep a few times, but I knew it was just voicemail messages so I could get it later. After a while it started to beep more continuously, and I didn’t want to wake Carter up so I removed his arm from my waist and got up to retrieve it. I was feeling so comfortable with myself and my body that I just waltzed into his living room still unclothed; something I would never dream of doing at home. I grabbed the small electronic device out of my briefcase and went straight to my voicemail messages.

  “You have three new messages,” the voicemail woman said.

  The first message was my boss; I figured.

  The second and third messages were from my husband. The second was just him calling me to say he was going to be home late, typical, but the third one startled me.

  “Hey hun, it’s me. I was just calling to see where you were. I had plans to take you out tonight but I guess you decided to go out and that was unexpected since you usually come home right after work. Anyway if you get this call me back. Love you.”

  I shut the phone and placed it on the table. I couldn’t possibly explain this day to him tonight, I was still feeling Carter’s touch on my skin and I didn’t want to think about doing anything else but making love to him in the morning.

  I picked up the phone, dialed home… “Hi, Greg?”

  Secret Meeting

  Looking around the hotel car park as I waited for her, I admired the trees in the first flush of spring, some having white blossom on them. Dusk was just beginning to fall, casting a dark shadow over the surrounding area.

  I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, waiting in a hotel car park, for a woman I knew little about, and who, at 57, was 17yrs older than me. I was also cheating on my wife, and going out of my way to do so. It felt exciting, a bit like being 16 again, but it also felt sordid, which in truth it was, for both of us.

  We met over the internet, and had some real quality cyber sex. Both of us wanted more out of our sex lives; neither us wanted to get involved with one and other, more than some quality shagging. We had met in a roadside café a few times, so we both knew there was a bit of chemistry between us.

  As I wait, a little nervously, I wondered if I could be the lover I wrote about in our cyber sessions. Plain fact was I hadn’t touched another woman sexually in twenty years, other than my wife.

  Her car pulled into the car park, the wheels crunching on the pebble drive. We both wanted a nice country hotel, and I found just that for her; it was a smallish chain of hotels, big enough to be faceless, and not giving a shit who does what in their rooms.

  As I opened the car door for her, she looked better than I remembered. The roundness of her large breasts showed through her top, just a few buttons undone, giving a teasing look, her nipples just visible, through her blouse.

  Holding her hand to help her of the car, she hesitated, while I looked up her legs, her short knee length black skirt with black stockings, and black lace knickers, and ending in stiletto heels. She let me have a good look at her legs and knickers, smiling at me with a sexy smile. She was a perfect example of a sexy woman. She wasn’t fat, not that it mattered to me anyway, nor was she thin. But she had curves to die for, and a wonderful round backside, and at 57, she was most definitely in her prime. Her perfume filled my senses as we kissed hello.

  Picking up both our bags, we walked to reception, her arm through mine. We checked in, and while I took our bags to the room, Joanna went to the bar to order drinks. We spent the next hour or so chatting, but she couldn’t resist teasing me, crossing her legs slowly, leaning over in front of me showing her breasts off, and looking at me in that seductive way.

  “Come on, let’s go to our room,” she said in my ear, in a whisper that sent a tingle to my groin.

  As soon as the door banged shut, I found myself pinned against the wardrobe as we kissed frantically. I felt for the zip in her skirt, and it fell to the ground. I held her back, looking at her, and my cock jumped at the sight of her, in black lace matching underwear with stockings & suspenders, her large hard nipples, pushing against the material of her bra and blouse. She took my hand, and guided it to her pussy. I stroked it through her very wet knickers, she moaned. Her hand guided mine inside her knickers, my fingers found a wet, and a spunky pussy.

  “My husband couldn’t resist me, just before I went out, I hope you don’t mind.”

  “No, and once I have fucked you, I’m gonna lick your cunt and clean off both our spunk,” I told her.

  Giggling like a schoolgirl, she took my jeans off, and wanked my cock. I pushed her onto all fours, slipped her knickers to one side, and drove my cock into her, as deep as I could. This was a new feeling for me, and the powerful scent of both her pussy cream and his smell mixed really turned me on.

  “Come on, fuck me harder, use me like the slut I am. HARDER, HARDER, I felt her fingers brush against my balls as she rubbed her clit, and she started to make a stifled scream as I felt her come. I could not hold back, so I slammed into her as hard as I could, and came, my spunk flooding into her, holding myself inside her, till we both regained some composure. Pulling out, I put her knickers back straight. It was a quick one, but we had all night.

  Joanna, got off the bed.

  “Oh I liked that.”

  Walking around the bed, she finished undressing, taking her blouse off, just leaving her in her underwear. And she looked fantastic, black bra, barely keeping her large round breasts in. My eyes moved down her body, matching suspender belt, and lace briefs, the black sheer stockings. Yeah, sure her body wasn’t perfect, nor was mine. But the sight of her made my cock jump and go hard, and I couldn’t resist moving my hand down and rubbing it. She was just so damn horny looking.

  Then she undressed me, shirt, socks, and trunks. As the final sock came off, she moved up my body, taking my now hard cock in her mouth, pulling the skin back with her hand, and she began to lick it, her tongue, slipping into the slit on my head, her mouth and tongue moved all over my groin, tasting the combination of juices. As she finished, her tongue whipped around my helmet, making me groan. She stopped and moved away, leaving me tingling, and wanting her to finish me off.

  Getting up, and taking two silk scarves from her bag, she gently tied my hands to the bed head. I watched h
er step out of her knickers. She then draped the delicate black lace over my shaved head, and then onto my nose. The scent of 3 people gave a powerful aroma, making my cock convulse.

  As she knelt above my head, I got a glimpse of heaven. She kept it just out of my reach, letting me have a good long look at her pink pussy. It was red from the two recent fuckings, large lips, her clit hard, and needing attention. The spunk was evident inside her. She lowered herself onto me, letting my tongue slowly explore her juicy folds. I couldn’t quite believe I was licking another man’s spunk together with mine, however I wasn’t going to stop. Slipping into her folds, moving into her hole, I worked around them and moved my way up to her clit, then back down again. Her hips moved against me to match my movements. Looking up her body, I saw her hands massage her breasts through her bra, and heard her make little yelping noises, biting her bottom lip. Her eyes were closed, both hands holding onto the bed head, as she rode me.

  I wanted to free my hands from the silk scarves so I could feel her bottom and pull her more into my face. I wanted to slip a finger in with my tongue, but as her yelps and moans got louder and more frequent, I didn’t want to spoil her fun. My tongue now was moving around her pussy, she was soaking my face with her cream. Her hips grinded against me, moving faster, very nearly breaking my nose. I concentrated on her clit, jabbing it, and then working round it, trying to keep up with her hip movements. As she started to cum, her hips pushed right into my face, moving in little circles. As her body convulsed and shook, her cream flooded into me, not relenting. I kept my tongue moving around the clit, but let off some pressure, seeing if she wanted more.

  Her hips replied by trying to break my nose again. The material of her stockings rubbed on the side of my chest. I moved down her slit, back into her tunnel, and worked my way back up. She was holding so tight onto the bedhead that it was pushed against the wall. As her body gave way to another orgasm, trembling and shaking, she cried out.

  “Oh fucking jeeeesuuuuuusssss, aaaaahhhhhh, yessssssss.”

  She pushed her pussy so hard into my face, I couldn’t breathe. She fell beside me on the bed, trying to get her breath and laugh at the same time.

  She leaned back over me, kissing me, and sharing her cream. I could feel her hard nipples through the lace on her bra and it made my cock start to harden. When she knelt above me and took her bra off, it went rock hard in 2 seconds flat. 46EE, and large round hard nipples, she held them above my mouth, controlling which part of them I licked.

  “Don’t bite them, just lick and nibble them with your lips,” she instructed. This I did.

  Kneeling up and moving down my body, I grabbed hold of my cock, wanking it slowly. I put the tip in her pussy and tried to push in.

  “Not yet.”

  The way her hand gripped my cock and rubbed it almost drove me over the edge. Then quick as a flash, she went all the way down on me, taking both our breaths away. I looked up at her, her eyes closed, hands gripping her huge gorgeous breasts, and I pinched her nipples.

  “Please stop Jo, or I’m going to cum again,” I managed to gasp. The feelings going through me were incredible.

  “You will wait till I have cum again,” she ordered.

  I couldn’t do anything, as my hands were still tied. As she finished saying this, her body went into a shudder, her hips grinding harder onto me; I pushed as much I could, back up to meet her. The little yelps returned, and I felt my cock and balls get wet.

  After untying my hands, she lay on her side, the sweet smell of sex strong in the room. I moved her leg up so I was astride her leg and entered her, pushing into her with long strokes, rubbing her clit.

  “Don’t cum!” she shouted as she yet again submitted to another orgasm.

  “Oh fuuuuuuuucccck, aaaahhhhhh oh fuuuuuckk yesssssssss!”

  And with that she slumped back onto the bed. I pulled out of her, reluctantly, my cock now hard red and angry looking.

  “Jo, what am I gonna do about this?” I asked her, pointing to my cock.

  “Oh don’t worry about that,” she said. “I want you to work up a real head of steam so you will cum as hard as you ever have. Come on, let’s get something to eat.”

  With that she lead me to the shower. While we washed each other off, she took me into her mouth, just teasing me. As we dried and got dressed, I looked at her. She was fucking gorgeous. How could some 18yr old girl compete with her? The simple answer was she couldn’t come close, in my opinion. Dressed in a short red dress, struggling to keep her tits and tummy in, she asked me: “So do I look ok?” I laughed. “What are you laughing at?” she wanted to know.

  “Nothing, you just look so damn horny, that’s all.”

  “That’s the idea, dumbass.”

  She lifted her dress up just enough to reveal that she had no knickers on.

  “Make sure you don’t wear socks, and wear slip on shoes, I want you to toe fuck me while we are eating.”

  We sat down at the table, and ordered and talked. One of the other things I liked about her was that she was so easy to talk to, no awkwardness, or silent moments. I had never seen anyone eat a steak so erotically. Taking the moment, I lifted my foot out of my shoe and directed it between her legs. My big toe rubbed her wet pussy.

  She was having a hard time concentrating on her food and keeping quiet. It seemed to do the trick though. I felt her squirm on my foot, and make an mmmm noise, audible enough for me to hear. We finished the meal and had coffee.

  “Let’s go for a walk outside,” she suggested.

  Well by now I was getting quite frustrated, and my hard on had returned with a vengeance. Still she obviously knew what she was doing, so I happily played along.

  As we walked hand in hand around the floodlit car park, we came to a darkened recess in the stone wall. Pulling up the hem of her dress and jumping up to sit on the stone wall, she began to push two fingers in and out of her juicy pussy.

  “Eat me,” she cried as her head went back, and her hands propped her body up.

  As I bent down to eat her pussy once more, I could hear cars and people in the car park, and we were only just hidden from view. I couldn’t resist any longer, and so I undid my trousers and plunged myself deep into her pussy. She yelped in surprise.

  “Oh yes, a little bit harder, but don’t cum yet!” she pleaded.

  “Why?” I asked as I reluctantly pulled out, and pulled my trousers up.

  “I told you, I want it to be special.”

  Back in the room, as soon as the door banged shut, I turned the tables, pushing her up against the wardrobe, pulling her dress up over her head. Dropping to her knees, she took my trousers and pants off. Her bra came away and she folded her tits around my cock, licking my helmet as I fucked them.

  She sensed that I could not resist anymore so she lay on the bed on her side again, giving me a teasing view of her pussy. She opened it with her hand. I straddled her leg, and entered her long and deep. I gave in to my own instincts and fucked her with long hard strokes.

  “Cum on my tits and flabby tummy,” she gasped.

  The sensations running through me as I pumped her were incredible, and I felt my orgasm rising.

  Breathless now, my orgasm washed over me, making my head spin. I withdrew from her sopping pussy and did as I was told. My groin tingled with a powerful pulse, and my cum shot out. Missing her tummy, it reached her tits and neck. Falling back on the bed, I tried to catch my breath and watched her playing with my cum on her nipples and neck. She licked it off her fingers with a look of pleasure on her face.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” she groaned. “Now wasn’t that worth it?”

  It was difficult to disagree, as I lay there panting.

  The next morning, I awoke and watched her sleeping. She looked horny sleeping, but it wasn’t just that. She was a really nice person all round, confident but not too bossy. I got in the hot shower, washing the previous night’s sweat and sex from my body.

  “Good morning,” Joanna said, as she pulled th
e screen back, and got in the shower with me, kissing me. We both knew that our hours were numbered, as we both had to be elsewhere before 10 o’clock.

  Washing each other’s bodies down, she went for my cock again, wanking it with her strong hands, making it hard again. I reciprocated and rubbed her clit until she was groaning and soaking my fingers. She turned around and bent over, looking at me with that glint in her eye. I pushed into her. It was difficult to keep my balance. She moved forward, giggling to make me withdraw from her pussy, each time I pulled her hips back.