Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories

by Hill, Belinda

  His dick softened and slipped out of me. He lightly patted my ass as I rested my cheek against the mattress and continued to concentrate on my breathing. He lay on his stomach beside me and looked directly into my eyes. “I hurt you.”

  “No.” I lied, not wanting him to think that I minded.

  “Don’t lie to me, baby,” he said, stroking my hair back from my eyes. “I know I didn’t use any lubricant. And I could tell you have never been fucked like that before. I know that must hurt. Besides, the cum dripping down your ass crack is mixed with some blood.”

  I leaned up on my elbows and looked down in shock. Sure enough, there was a slight bit of blood in the fluid dripping down my ass. “Oh.” I said, not quite sure what else to say.

  Much to my surprise, he apologized. “I’m sorry, baby. Next time I’ll use lubricant. Your ass is just so fucking perky and tight, I couldn’t resist. That’s what you get for being such a perfect little fuck goddess.” He said this last part with a huge satisfied male smile as he bent down to press a small tender kiss to my nearest butt check.

  Next time. I didn’t expect there to be a next time. He was married after all. But he gathered me in his arms and stroked and kissed my hair and suddenly next time sounded pretty damn good.

  Exhaustion over came me and soon I fell asleep, naked and feeling totally safe in his bed with my head resting on his hard, muscled chest….

  I awoke to the feel of one of his long fingers entering me from behind. In my sleepy haze, I moaned with pleasure and turned my face into his rock hard chest, deeply breathing in his manly scent. While I slept, he had arranged my naked body so that my legs were straddling his wide hips and I could feel his long, hard, fully erect penis pressing against my belly. Meanwhile, the lips of my vagina were spread wide and the underside of his large cock was pressed against my exposed clit.

  “Wake up, my darling,” he whispered. “I’m ready for another fuck.” As he said it he buried two fingers from each hand into my slick opening from behind. His fingers were long and beautiful and I could feel myself tighten around them as he rhythmically moved them in and out of my slit.

  “James.” I moaned into his chest, still not fully awake.

  “You like that, don’t you, baby? You like it when I finger fuck you?” He whispered softly into my hair as he shoved his fingers deeper still into my cunt.

  “Uh huh,” was the only reply I could muster as the excitement in my belly grew. I could feel myself getting wetter as I thought of the pleasure of his fucking and I pressed soft open-mouthed kisses on the hair-sprinkled muscles of his chest as he continued to move his fingers inside me.

  “Yeah?” He said into my hair as he pressed soft, tender kisses on the top of my head.

  Much too soon for my liking, he removed his fingers from my cunt, but I didn’t have time to protest because he buried his big strong hands into my hair and pulled my head down to his for a deep open mouth kiss. “What about this?” he whispered against my lips as he grabbed his hard dick and began to rub the head along my open folds.

  “Yes! Yes that!” I cried softly right before I took his mouth with my own again. I plunged my tongue into his gorgeous mouth and mated it with his tongue, mimicking what I wanted him to do to me with his body. He quickly took charge of the kiss, however, by sinking the fingers of one hand into my hair and holding on tightly while he pushed his own tongue into my mouth and kissed me so hard and deep that it hurt. Meanwhile, he continued to tease my cunt with the head of his dick.

  The sweet torment of his mouth ravaging mine combined with the teasing between my legs was too much for me to bear and I dragged my mouth away from his, resting my forehead against his own and begging him to fuck me.

  “Not yet, baby. Not yet.” Although his voice was breathless, it was commanding and showed that he was in possession of much greater restraint than I. I, on the other hand, was very needy and when he rubbed the stiff head of his shaft against my opening again, I ground my hips down in an effort to take him inside me. His hand was still wrapped tightly around his penis, however, and effectively stopped me from taking all of him. The partial entry only made me feel needier, especially when I felt a small drop of his pre-cum ooze onto one of my vaginal lips.

  “James, PLEASE!” I cried out as I arched my head back and dug my fingers into the pillow on either side of his head.

  He ignored my cries and instead pressed hot wet kisses on my exposed throat and collarbone. He filled his hands with the round cheeks of my curvy ass and pulled me off the tip of his dick. I moaned in frustration as I heard his heavy manhood slap against his stomach. With his fingers digging deeply into my ass, he urged me to rock my body against him. Every fiber of my being was concentrated on the place between my legs where the underside of his penis was rubbing between the open folds of my cunt.

  He nibbled gently on the side of my neck and whispered against it, “I want you to cum before I fuck you.”

  Intent on his mission, he pushed four fingers into my opening from behind just as he had when he awoke me from my slumber. I moaned and buried my face in his neck and nibbled on his taunt, salty skin, just as he was nibbling on my neck and shoulder. I imagined his huge dick in me, stretching me, and the image moved me to rock quicker against his body as my excitement grew.

  “That’s it baby,” he whispered against my shoulder between nibbles. “You’re getting closer, aren’t you? I can feel you getting wetter and tighter around my fingers.”

  He moved his head and found my lips with his own and nibbled lightly on my bottom lip. At the same time, he shoved his entire fist all the way up to his wrist in one quick thrust into my cunt as I gasped in surprise. The gentle bites on my bottom lip were a delicious contrast to the heavy sexual torment and searing pain that his big fist was wreaking between my legs and I felt so full and so stretched that I thought I would burst from it all.

  “Oh fuck, Oh fuck, Ohhhh FUCK!” I cried out in torment as he punched his fist over and over again into my body.

  “I know you fucking like it. You’re such a slut. My slut. You’re so fucking wet and tight,” he said before he bit my arched neck harshly. “Tell me what I like to hear, my sweet darling slut,” he demanded.

  “I am your slut, baby. Fuck your slut. Fuck her hard.” I whispered the words right before I buried my face in the crook of his neck and muffled my scream against the smooth beautiful skin of his neck as I came around his fist.

  I could feel the cream from my orgasm ooze around his hand and onto the underside of his dick and I knew he would take my cunt quickly in his own excitement.

  James did not disappoint in this regard. Before I could catch my breath and recover from my own heart-stopping orgasm, James shoved his mouth onto my own and drove himself upwards so that he was seated with my legs straddling his hips and my ass resting on his powerful, hairy thighs. With hands that were still dripping wet with my cum, he clenched my ass and guided my hips upward so that he could guide my body onto his stiff prick until it was completely buried in my opening.

  “That’s what you like, isn’t it, babe? That’s what you wanted?”

  “Yes. Yes. Yeeeesssss.” I responded breathlessly as my body adjusted to the over-full feeling of his cock embedded in it.

  James continued to kiss my mouth as his hands urged my hips into a quick rhythm that took him deep inside me. He dragged his mouth away from my own and down my neck as his hand moved to the small of back, urging me silently to arch backwards. I complied and with one hand grabbed a hold of the sheets behind me to brace myself. I threw my head back, allowing his mouth better access to my throat and chest. He traced my jutting collarbone with his tongue before dragging his open mouth lower to capture the nipple of my left breast. I moaned deep in my throat as he worried the sensitive tip with his teeth, biting it gently and then chewing more roughly before he urged my body closer still with the pressure of his hand on my back. This effectively forced my heavy breast into his welcoming mouth as he continued to suckle and c
hew it. I buried my free hand in his hair, holding his head against my breast even as I continued to move my hips in short quick movements up and down his long, thick dick.

  My breasts rose and fell with each labored breath I took and I could feel my cunt tightening around James’s cock as I moved closer to my second paradise. James must have felt it too because as he continued to lavish my breast with his tongue and teeth, the hand that was resting on my thigh inched upward to the place where our sexes meet and he began to stroke the nub of my clit with his thumb. Two little strokes were all it took to finish me off and I gasped as my body thrust forward against him with the force of my climax.

  He wasn’t done with me yet though.

  He wrapped his large arms tightly around me as he moved his mouth away from my breast and pummeled me onto my back without ever removing his engorged dick from my tight cunt. I could tell he was fighting to hang onto his precious control because he was panting in quick short breaths, just as I was, and his beautiful bulging biceps glistened with sweat. In an effort to regain some control he held himself still for a minute and I watched intently as he shut his eyes tightly and gasped for breath. My own breathing was labored from my climax and with each short breath I took, my large breasts pressed insistently against the wall of his chest. I stroked his beautiful cheek with my hand, enjoying for a quiet moment, the roughness of his morning stubble against my palm.

  When he regained enough of his control, he swatted my hand away from his face and forced both my hands above my head and then held them there with one big strong hand wrapped around both my wrists. With the other hand he traced the outline of my lips just before he began thrusting against my body again. I moaned with the force of the initial thrust and caught the pad of the thumb on my lips gently between my teeth. The smell of me on his hands filled my nostrils and the sensation sent jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. He thrust quick and hard into my welcoming center as I rubbed the heel of my left foot along the backside of his thigh, urging him on. He took my mouth in a deep hungry kiss as he moved his hand lower along my neck and breastbone and to my right breast, which he pressed roughly against my rib cage with a rotating palm. He kneaded my right breast with his hand so hard that I feared it would leave bruises. But I didn’t care. The roughness of his hands gave me pleasure and I could feel my tight, perky nipple jabbing against his palm. He began to move quicker still, pressing the full weight of his body along mine as he did so.

  “You’re such a good fuck, baby,” he whispered into my ear. “So tight and wet around my prick.”

  I couldn’t respond because I was too busy trying desperately to catch my breath under him as he thrust deeper and deeper, harder and harder, and quicker and quicker.

  “Damn you’re getting tighter again. Can you feel my dick getting bigger inside of you, baby?”

  “Uh huh,” was all I could muster.

  He continued to press me. “Tell me you like it.”

  “I like … I like it … I like your dick … in me … so big …” I said between breaths that were getting shorter by the second.

  “I wanna watch it.” He said as he pulled out of me completely and sat back against his heels. I moaned in disappointment but didn’t have time to do anything else because he grabbed my thighs and pulled me roughly over his own thighs and then guided his dick back into my cunt with his hand. When he was fully inside, he grabbed my hips and dug his fingers into my ass as he thrust violently against them in quick, angry strokes. I lolled my head from side to side on the bed and moaned in sheer ecstasy.

  “That’s a fucking gorgeous sight,” he said as he stared at the sex between our legs. “Play with your clit and my balls while I fuck you,” he ordered forcefully.

  I obliged and used two fingers to rub my clit while I stroked his heavy ball sack with my other hand.

  “Just like that, baby. My slut. My good fucking slut….” He said this as he thrust even harder into me. I tightened and came again around his shaft just before he shot his seed into my cunt in what seemed like never ending amounts

  Afterwards he collapsed fully on top of me, pressing my body fully into the firm mattress and burying his face against my neck as his labored breathing returned to normal. I too had to catch my breath and was grateful for the opportunity to do so as I had not been able to do so properly since my first incredible climax around his fist.

  After his breathing had returned to normal, he raised himself on his hands and looked down at me with the wolfish grin of a man who knows he has just pleased a woman.

  “So was it good for you?” he asked.

  I blushed and turned away from his stare. Who the hell knew I had it in me to be so fucking wanton?

  “You blush just like a virgin. A sweet, young virgin.”

  I looked directly at him that time. “I’m not a virgin, you know.”

  He smiled. “Oh I know, baby. But you are sweet and young. My sweet, young Hannah. You ever been fucked so hard before, baby?”

  “No.”

  “Did it hurt?”

  “No. It felt good. But I’m sore.” I was sore. Wonderfully, delightfully sore.

  “I’m sorry, my sweet darling.”

  “Don’t be.” I whispered as I leaned up and pressed a small kiss to his forehead and stroked his beautiful face.

  He pressed soft feather light kisses to my cheek, my eyelids, and my lips before he snuggled against my body and rested his cheek on my breast. We feel asleep again, both of us completely sexually spent.

  When I awoke again, I was alone in his bed. I could hear the shower running in his en suite bathroom and the morning light was shining through the window. I blinked hazily to clear my vision and saw it – a picture of his pretty, middle-aged wife smiling at me from a photograph on the night table. Suddenly, I felt very, very wrong. I jumped out of bed and searched for my clothes and was all the more embarrassed when I remembered that they were downstairs lying on the floor of his foyer. I rushed downstairs, wrapping my arms around me to hide my nakedness, although there was no one else in the house but him and we had way passed that.

  I found a bathroom downstairs and made use of it to quickly wash my face, rinse my mouth, and get dressed. I ran out of the house before he got out of the shower. I had no clue where I was but I managed to find a gas station with a pay phone. I called a cab and went home, completely embarrassed, particularly when I walked into my house and Lauren, one of my roommates, gave me a knowing 'what have you been up to?' stare.

  I wasn’t sorry, however. How could I be sorry, when just the memory of our night together had me wet and aching? But in the light of day, I had to remember that this was so just one of those crazy things and it could never happen again.

  And that would have been all fine and good. Except, about a week later, I ran into him in a bookstore….

  Pleasure and Confusion

  I’m lying in pitch black. I put my hand to my head, which is thumping and throbbing from last night. The shutters on the window are doing their job of ensuring total darkness and I can’t even see my hand an inch from my face. Bucket loads of alcohol, dancing singing and hilarity eventually caused me to crash out somewhere. I’ve no idea where. There’s no point opening my eyes, there’s nothing to see, and even this effort starts to remind my aching brain of last night’s abusive partying.

  Wherever I am, I’m naked. I nearly always sleep naked. I find my bra uncomfortable at night, and knickers invariably rise up too far as I sleep, so I prefer being naked. I suspect I’m not alone either. I don’t even know if I’m on a bed, a sofa, the floor… God, for all I know I could be on a fucking spaceship. And right now I don’t care. I’m not even having these thoughts right now. I’m just trying to rest in comfort and let nature take its course with my aching head. I can hear breathing noises. As I lay on my left hand side, someone’s close behind me. David. It has to be David. My loyal hubbie. Even after last night’s heavy drinking and debauchery he didn’t leave me alone. Last night had been the celebratio
n of our first wedding anniversary. That much I remember. Yeah… it’s gotta be David. Avoiding moving my body from my comfy position, stretched out on my side, I let my right hand flop back and find his stomach. Assured it’s David, I leave it there and let myself drift off back into my coma. A slight ringing still fills my ears from the club last night and I halfheartedly wonder where all of the other 20 odd people who had come to our place for the after party are now.

  Feeling my hand on him, David stirs a little, takes my hand in his and slides it down to place it just where his mound of curly pubic hairs start. He’s perhaps a little more awake than I’d expected but I’m still far from being ready to leave my daze. Without being too brusque, I take my hand back, but David doesn’t care. Reacting probably through pure instinct, in his own alcohol clouded daze, he follows my hand and rolls onto his side, pressing against my back, his semi-hard cock nestling right at the top of my thighs. Nothing unusual there. Guys love to cuddle like this in the morning. His arms fold over me, and he holds me, his hand gently effleuring my nipple and settling lightly on the lower part of my breast, cupping me. I’m looking forward to happily drifting back to sleep, with my lover at my side.