“Fuck me,” she pleaded after a while, as she felt her juices dribbling down her thighs, and his tongue trying to mop it up. “Please… fuck me… fuck me now…”
He pushed her up the bed, and she allowed herself to go with the flow, still on all fours, but her knees spread wide, her body low on the bed. Daryl knelt between her thighs, placed one hand on her lower back, and lined up his big, hard cock between her legs. Oh God, here it came. She was about to take that final step. She was going to cheat on her husband.
“Wait,” Daryl said. He leaned down a moment. She looked back over her shoulder, saw him messing with something. A condom?
“When was the last time you slept with someone?” she asked him.
He said, “I don’t know. Months. Several months.”
She said, “You don’t need that…”
“What?”
“Protection. I’m on the pill.”
“Oh, right.”
“You’re clean, right?”
“Of course.”
But now he was holding it up. The phone.
“Seriously?” she laughed.
He smiled at her. “Just this last time,” he said. “Don’t you think it would be nice for him?”
She rolled her eyes. Why the need to be so nice to her husband? Oh, she thought it was a great idea, but it was strange that her lover would think of it. Did it make Daryl feel powerful, fucking someone else’s woman? Rubbing his face in it?
He was recording it on video, stroking his cock over and around her dripping pussy. She just wanted him inside her already.
“Here it goes,” he said, and now she felt the tip of his cock slip between the lips of her pussy.
She groaned. She needed him inside her, filling her up. Then, suddenly, he was. She yelped in surprise—she was so wet he simply flew straight in, up to the hilt. She could feel the tip of his great fat cock butt against her cervix.
“Oh my God…” she cried, as it felt like Daryl’s cock was grazing up against every single nerve ending in her entire pussy at once.
Daryl held up the phone and slowly thrust in and out of her, as Kat clutched the bedsheets and just moaned.
Then, after a while, he paused.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Sending…” he said.
She felt a funny feeling inside. Intense fear and trepidation combined with fiery excitement and sexual satisfaction. She had what she might later describe as almost a paranormal experience… feeling how her husband reacted to the incoming video sent to him showing her first act of true infidelity. Feeling how turned on and how scared and how alarmed he was by it, by knowing this was the point of no return. That his wife was now unfaithful.
It was almost like people seeing loved ones just after they’d died thousands of miles away. Ghosts. She had a connection with Julian that wasn’t just a bit of paper that declared them to be married.
She grabbed the phone from Daryl and now texted Julian:
[Kat]: I love you so much, honey… can’t wait to see you again. Have fun with Renee until I get there… you can do anything you like with her. I want you to. Fuck her, and then me xxx
She just felt wild, crazy. Things were overwhelming her, but as she put the phone down and ordered Daryl to fuck her and not stop until she said, she had the most intense feeling of love for her husband, the man who had wanted this.
Daryl leaned over her to kiss her, and then he was kneeling up, grabbing her hips, fucking her as hard as she wanted, making her moan, gasp, shout. Her shapely body shuddering every time he pounded into her, her golden skin shining with perspiration, her dark hair shaking all over the bedsheets as he fucked her.
She rolled over and he took her missionary style, and she gazed in his eyes and said over and over, “I’m cheating on my husband… I’m cheating on my husband…”
Finally he was fucking her and the whole bed was shaking as if an earthquake had seized hold of the building and wasn’t letting up. She felt the fiery energy welling up from between her legs, and then every muscle in her body seemed to tense up, hard. Almost cramping. She felt a fresh warmth between her legs, all over Daryl, and as he gripped her waist and plunged into her, he was laughing and coming and it was like fireworks exploding all around them.
She felt his come shoot deep inside her, and it gave her orgasm one last powerful kick at the realization that this was another man coming inside her, another man lacing her with his seed—not her husband. She had a stranger’s cream in her pussy.
“I think you might have squirted a little,” he said with a broad grin, pulling slowly back from her thighs, both their bodies now glistening with her juices.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “It’s something that just started happening.”
“Because your husband started sharing you?” Daryl laughed. “Well, I guess you’re into it like he is.”
She looked down—she really was soaking. And now the younger man’s cream was slowly leaking out of her flushed, puffy pussy. She wasn’t sure if she’d spoken to her husband about using condoms or not. What were his wishes? Well, too late now.
She dipped her fingers in the sticky cream, and now rubbed some of it up over her hairless mound, over her stomach, her breasts. Reveling in her status as a cheating wife, perhaps, in the naughtiness of having a strange man’s come inside her, and now all over her.
“I’m sorry… did we mess up your bed?”
Daryl laughed, and lay down beside her, taking her in his arms. “That’s what beds are for, right?”
She smiled, and picked up the phone that lay forlorn by the edge of the mattress. Text message from Julian:
[Jules]: That was the hottest thing I ever saw, honey. You are amazing. I love you more than ever xxx
It made her smile. She felt tired, but there was a little flicker of something between her legs, something that kind of made her want to go again—only not necessarily with Daryl. She wanted her husband. Wanted him badly. Wanted to see how he felt about her now she’d gone through with it. Wanted to see if he was as turned on as he believed he would be.
She had some doubts as to whether the reality would match the fantasy for him. But she had hopes that it would, that he would be ecstatic that she’d come through and fucked another man.
“You want to get out of here, huh?” Daryl smiled, reading her expression.
“Am I that obvious?” she said with an apologetic expression.
Daryl laughed, “I think it’s obvious that you’d want to go to him.”
“I’m so sorry. When… when he flies back…”
“I know, I know,” he nodded, and lay on his back with his arms folded behind his head as she pulled herself up from the bed. “But it’s kinda hot that you’ve got to run back to him now.”
“Yeah?” she raised an eyebrow.
“I wanna fuck you all over again,” Daryl said as she reached for her underwear. “But I think maybe I don’t have the greatest need right now.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
She knocked on the door. It was her room, booked under her name, and she knocked on the door—and waited for the door to be opened for her before entering.
“It’s your room,” Julian laughed. “You don’t need to knock.”
She smiled, “I didn’t want to… you know… interrupt… if something was going on.”
Julian looked at Renee briefly, who shrugged and smiled as if to say, you see? We could have done something. It felt strange to him that his wife would want something to go on between him and her friend. But then, things had been so unconventional recently, particularly when sex with others was concerned.
But now, here she was. He took her in his arms before she had time to take three steps into the suite, and right there in the little hallway he kissed her.
She breathed in deeply as he kissed her, and brought up her hands to cradle his head as she responded, sucking gently on his lips. Was she tired? Was she too tired? He couldn’t tell. She looked full of e
nergy. She looked… a little buzzed, and very content.
And as he kissed her, she smelled differently to him than he remembered. He couldn’t quite put it into words, but it was somehow unfamiliar.
“So?” he said at last.
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, beaming from ear-to-ear.
It had happened.
“You still love me?” she asked, sounding slightly flippant, though probably to hide her nerves. This was the most important question to her, now that she had been with another man.
He kissed her, breathing in that strange scent, which he realized must have been the scent of sex, of their sex, of another man’s cologne and their perspiration. Of come.
“Of course,” he grinned, “More than ever.”
He held her narrow waist, just amazed at what he had in his hands. The hottest woman he’d ever known. Sexy beyond compare. An unfaithful wife. Her body was so warm through the thin dress, she seemed so alive, so vibrant, and as they continued to kiss, taking the time to reacquaint themselves to each other, he pressed her up against the wall and felt her body respond to the feeling of his hard cock lying up against her through his clothes.
That was the biggest proof for her. Her husband was hard as a rock.
The two of them were lost in each other, and neither of them really noticed Renee was still there in the room with them. The redhead stepped back, away, giving them space though not quite knowing what to do with herself at such a moment for this couple. She stepped through the drawn curtains and onto the balcony… and yet could not entirely close herself off from what was happening. It was so wonderful, what Julian had done for his wife—and how he was so turned on by it. Renee had to see what happened next. She parted the curtains slightly, and watched.
Kat was stroking her husband’s shoulders and his chest, and as they ended their kiss, she was laughing, overjoyed—but also relieved.
“It really happened,” she said.
“You enjoyed it?”
“Oh, yes. It was… wonderful.”
He pulled the straps of her dress down off her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts, and stunningly stiff nipples. Her bra was gone.
“I came straight over,” she smiled, noticing that he noticed her missing underwear.
“Good, I wanted you to,” he said.
“You want me to take a quick shower?”
He shook his head. “No,” he almost growled, kissing his way down her neck, breathing so deeply, as though he was breathing her in, inhaling her, getting off on her scent. She felt sticky, dirty, unwashed after her recent exertions, but the way her husband held her, touched her, kissed her, made her feel deeply sexy, somehow, because it was so obvious that the lingering evidence of her infidelity was a serious thrill to him.
“It doesn’t… freak you out?” she asked him, hesitant, but curious.
“Of course not,” he smiled up at her as he kissed his way down her stomach, dropping down into a crouching position, running his hands up her bare thighs.
“I was only just with him,” she said, her face apologetic, her hands moving down to block her most intimate area as he pushed up her dress to reveal her little black thong, worried that it would be too much for him.
“And now you’re with me,” he beamed, kissing the top of her thighs, right next to her sodden underwear.
Julian was just intoxicated by her. The scent was so strong now,
“Did he make you come?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Did he make you squirt?”
“I think so,” she was blushing a little as he looked up at her, as though the whole squirting thing was still a little embarrassing for her. She added, “Only when I was thinking about you. About how you might feel about what we were doing.”
“That’s sweet,” he said, chuckling as he pulled her dress down and off.
She started stroking her pussy, right there next to his face, as though she might expose him to the full experience of her unfaithful sex little by little. He watched her for a moment, kissed her here or there, even over her panties. She stretched the material, tugged it a little to the side to expose her pussy to him.
The sharp spice of her arousal, mixed with an earthier scent of sex, hit his nostrils and made him feel a little light-headed. Wow. It had such a powerful effect on him. This was his wife, his cheating wife. Nobody could deny what had happened now, what she had done.
He removed her panties, and there was her beautiful sex, her dark petals parted and puffy, revealing a hint of glistening pink inside.
“Wait, wait,” she pleaded, but his mouth was over her sensitive folds, and as she felt him connect with her there, there was no way she was going to continue trying to persuade him to leave off, to let her bathe herself before he reclaimed her as his own.
He lashed her with his tongue, enveloped her sensitive button in his hot mouth, and there was nothing she could do but cling to the wall and try to remain on her feet.
“Oh fuck…” she breathed, placing one hand on his head as though to steady herself.
“Tell me what happened,” he growled, parting her legs as far as he could without her toppling over, tilting his head and pressing it up against her soaking pussy.
“We went back to his room,” she said, breathless, her chest heaving to suck in any air she could.
“He fucked you?”
“Mmm… yeah… he fucked me…” she whimpered a little, as though from the memory, or perhaps from her husband sucking on her pussy lips. “I… I cheated on you.”
He moaned as she said the word ‘cheated’. Even if he didn’t agree it was warranted, considering his role in her infidelity, it was a powerful word, perhaps even some kind of trigger to get him going. It made him slide his tongue into her as far as he could, lick her more forcefully. She noticed.
“I took off all my clothes for him, and he was so hard,” she said, her eyes brightening as she felt her husband responding to her dirty talk. “I sucked his cock and then he fucked me.”
“God…” Julian said, sucking hard on her clit for a moment—almost too hard. She bucked under him, then regained control. “Tell me… tell me how…”
“To begin with,” she said, “from behind. It felt sooo good…”
Kat looked up, then over to her left, and there was Renee standing by the TV, watching them, one hand pulling up her skirt and tugging aside her panties, the other pressed against her pussy, her middle finger stroking her slit. Kat caught her husband’s eye and nodded over to her bandmate, who for the moment was touching herself with her eyes closed.
He smiled, but the disruption to Kat’s dirty talk made Renee look over and realize she’d been discovered.
“I… I’ll go…” she said, blushing fiercely despite everything.
“No, don’t go,” Kat smiled and took the three steps over to her bandmate, leaving Julian kneeling on the floor watching them, loving every moment.
Kat slid her hands over Renee’s body, over her breasts, and up to her head before she leaned in to kiss her mouth. Julian could hear the redhead catch her breath as the nude brunette pressed herself against her, and her mouth approached for a kiss.
“You can stay,” Kat said softly as she kissed her.
Renee sucked on her bandmate’s lips tenderly, but then she was moving to kiss Kat’s neck, and take her breasts in her hands.
She whispered into Kat’s ear, “I can smell him on you.”
“Yes,” Kat said.
“I can smell him all over you.”
Julian watched his wife peel Renee’s t-shirt up and off her body, revealing her bare little breasts, the redhead’s nipples just as hard as hers it seemed. She took one of them into her mouth, and Renee groaned quietly.
The two women kissed again, and it seemed to Julian that Renee was ravenous for his wife at a level beyond anything he’d seen before. The redhead was reacting to Kat in a very similar way to Julian himself, it appeared.
Kat crouched and slipped Renee’s skirt off
her hips and down her legs, helping her step out of it. Next she peeled down her panties, kissing the redhead around her coppery bush, though glancing over to her husband as though to tease him.
“So what about you guys?” Kat said, kissing Renee’s inner thigh, just under her sex.
“What about us guys?” Julian said, perching the corner of the large bed.
“What did you get up to while I was gone?”
Renee urged her friend up from the floor, said, “We watched movies. Hung out… you know.”
Kat giggled. “You really didn’t…”
Renee smiled, and now urged Kat down onto the bed. “Tonight was all about you, honey. Not us.”
“Yeah… but…”
“I’ve told you… I can’t fuck other men.”
Julian watched as Renee knelt over Kat, who lay stretched out on her back. The redhead ran one hand lightly down the other woman’s naked body, all the way from shoulders to lower thighs, checking out her curves, the heat and slight clamminess of her skin. The sense of a woman who had just had sex.
“You knew I was okay with you and Jules…” Kat said, almost nervous about Renee exploring her, since she had not had a shower.
“I nearly did,” Renee nodded. “But… you know…”
Renee ducked down and kissed Kat’s stomach, then her nearest breast, and took her hard nipple in her mouth.
“I wanted you to,” Kat said. “I think, when it finally got time for me and Daryl… I wanted to know…”
Renee grinned, “I wish I could have.” Then they were kissing, mouth to mouth. Julian felt a little pushed out, but it was hot watching them, Renee almost possessive of Kat, after she’d been with someone else, and now she was taking her back.
Then she was sucking on her breasts again, saying in awe, “He’s all over you… I can smell him…”
Renee slid down, and parted Kat’s legs, lifting one of her knees so that she could kneel between her thighs. Kat glanced at Julian, and he couldn’t quite read her—either she was nervous, or a touch apologetic that the redhead had stepped in meaning he could only watch.
Julian smiled and stood back, leaning against the wall, tempted to slip his cock out of his pants as he watched Renee gliding a hand all over Kat again, before she sank down to begin kissing his wife slowly and sensually up her inner thighs, closing in on her unfaithful pussy.
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