Hotwife Confessions: Five complete erotic cheating wife tales

by Cleo Danbury

  "How do you want to fuck me?" I asked, spreading my legs and opening myself to him. I was already swollen and wet, aching to be touched.

  He looked at me a moment, thinking. Then he unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor. His erect cock sprung from his shorts as he shed his boxers. But rather than accept my inviting pussy, he stepped up towards my face and lowered himself over me. I grabbed him, running my hand softly down his enormous shaft. I didn't think I could get half of him in my mouth.

  I licked the tip of his cock softly; long slow circles with my tongue, then taking the head in my mouth and sucking it like a lollipop. He braced himself on the couch, holding his position above me. I rolled the underside of him against my cheek, the smooth skin felt like silk on my face. My tongue rolled slowly from top to bottom.

  Holding him in both hands, I opened my mouth and slowly slid him between my lips. I guided him in, my warm tongue caressing him as he entered. When he reached the back of my throat, I held him there, flicking him with my tongue.

  For the next few minutes, I gave him the softest, most luxurious blow job imaginable. And then I couldn't take it any more. I pulled away and looked up at him. "Now, fuck my mouth."

  He drove himself into me, catching me by surprise. Just before I gagged, he pulled back, but was coming forward again almost instantly. He struck the back of my throat, pulling back again just in time. It was like having my head dunked under water over and over again.

  And I fucking loved it. I finally got my bearings and just relaxed. My face went slack and I laid back and enjoyed the sensation of his cock pistoning in and out of my mouth. I found my self grunting with each thrust and I was very quickly a drooling mess.

  Kevin kept going, gripping the back of the couch for leverage so he could thrust his hips against my face. Eventually, he grabbed my head to keep me from moving, now burying himself to the hilt in my throat. I was so turned on, I didn't care. At some point, I started fingering myself, but I don't even remember when.

  I felt him start to change speeds and new he has close to cumming. "Uh, huh," I said as best I could, pleading him to keep going. I wanted to taste him cum. I wanted to feel it slide down my throat. He sped up, gagging me on each thrust until finally he seized up and stopped, fully buried in my mouth and began to pump his seed down my throat.

  I moaned with each pulse, letting his milky seed slide down my throat. When he finally relaxed, I pulled back slightly and sucked the last of the cum from the tip of his cock. I rolled it around on my tongue, reveling in the taste and feel.

  But now that we had that out of the way, it was my turn. I spun around, onto my hands and knees on the couch. He climbed up behind me and thrust straight into my pussy with no hesitation. Even slightly soft, he was the biggest man I've ever had inside me and he went straight to work, pounding me.

  I was instantly close, feeling an orgasm build as soon as he entered me. His massive cock continued to slam inside me, drawing me closer with each thrust. Just before I felt the first wave, my phone rang.

  Rick was calling. I grabbed the phone and answered it instantly. "Hey baby," I was out of breath and jerking with each thrust as Kevin never slowed down.

  "Just trying out the couch," I said in stilted words and in between a few groans.

  "Yep….seems to be holding up just fine….oh fuck, yes!....oh no, not you babe….hold on," I turned to Kevin. "You need to fuck the shit out of me. He wants to hear me cum."

  He nodded in reply and squeezed my hips and hit me so hard I thought he would shoot out of my belly button. "Oh, dear mother of god! Yes, just like that!" I put the phone down on the couch and proceeded to utter a string of guttural moans. "Oooh, keep going, yes! Yes! Oh fuck me, yes!" and my pussy clinched in the strongest orgasmic contraction I've ever felt. He kept going, my pussy tightened around him. The waves kept coming and when he finished with me, I was so light headed I nearly passed out.

  I dropped my head to the seat of the couch. "I'll be home soon," I said into the phone. "I'm picking up pizza for dinner. I'm not cooking tonight."

  Chapter Thirteen

  That was the last time. By mutual consent, we all agreed to cross that off our bucket lists and move on. Kevin found a steady girlfriend in the apartment across the hall and Rick and I considered making some adjustments in what we wanted out of our sex life. So far, we haven't found anyone that measures up.

  We were lying in bed, several months later when a thought suddenly hit me. I sat up and punched Rick right in the chest.

  "Ow! What was that for?"

  "You knew he was coming home!" I didn't get an answer though. Thirty seconds later, Rick was fake snoring, pretending to sleep. I rolled back over. "You son of a bitch," I thought, smiling to myself as I drifted off to sleep.

  The End

  Open Windows

  Chapter One

  Danny Wyman's neighbor was cheating on her husband.

  She wasn't technically his neighbor, she lived across the street in a neighboring apartment building, but he knew enough about her that he felt they were connected. Haley Wilson did not know his name, but he definitely knew hers.

  The microwave clock said it was ten minutes until seven, and Danny reflexively looked out the window. Tim Wilson kissed his wife goodbye before heading out the door. In a moment, he would walk out the front of the building and head to Mayes Chevrolet where he worked in the finance department.

  Haley would continue to walk around the apartment in her underwear for another half an hour before leaving for her part time job at Bed Bath & Beyond.

  Danny would still be sitting at his desk, doing online tech support, six hours later when she returned. He would watch her strip out of her blouse, shed her bra, and throw on an old University of Texas t-shirt.

  The highlight of Danny's day was trying to guess what would happen next. Most days, she vegged out on the couch and watch Orange County Housewives until it was time to start dinner at 5:30. But every once in awhile, maybe twice a month, Haley had company.

  The Wilsons came into his life six months ago. The vacant apartment had no curtains and when the couple arrived, they left it that way. They were on the eighth floor, perhaps in never crossed their minds that anyone would be watching.

  But Danny was watching. People were so much more interesting than television or video games. He often spent hours observing what went on across the street. Two floors down and six windows over was a forty-ish couple who never spoke. Three floors up was a college kid who smoked dope and played Halo most of his waking hours. On the second floor was a single woman who had a new live in boyfriend about every six weeks. Most of them beat her.

  It was a sad collection; a building full of all sorts of problems and dysfunctions. And then Haley Wilson moved in and brought a ray of sunlight to their dreary world.

  Chapter Two

  "Haley, I'm heading out."

  "I'll be right there," Haley answered, adding the last of her mascara. She headed to the kitchen, her breasts bouncing as she skipped through the living room.

  "Give me a kiss," she said, throwing her arms around her husband. She brought her lips to his, parting them as they touched. Tom wrapped his arms around her waist and she pushed her chest against him. Haley sighed as he grabbed her ass and squeezed.

  "What time do you think you'll be home tonight?" she asked, leaning back and looking up at him.

  "Probably not until seven. We've got a stupid meeting after Bob gets back."

  Haley nodded, "Okay. I'll have something ready if you give me a heads up when you leave."

  "Will do. You have any plans this after noon?"

  Haley smiled and bit her lip. "Maybe," she said in a slow drawl. She felt him press tighter against her.

  "Will I enjoy hearing about it when I get home?"

  "Maybe," she said with a smile as she traced a hand down his tie.

  "Then Bob better finish this fucking meeting fast."

  Haley giggled and kissed him again. "Okay, you gotta g
o. Love you!" She ushered him to the door, stepping to the side as he opened it.

  "Love you, too. Have fun today."

  Haley locked the door behind him "I'm gonna get fucked today," she sang to herself as she skipped back to the bedroom.

  Chapter Three

  At two thirty, Danny watched as Haley walked to the bedroom and took off her shirt and bra. Her tits were small and perky with tight, bright pink nipples. He was instantly hard, as he was every time she undressed. He wanted to pull his dick out right away, but held off, waiting to see what came next.

  As she walked across the bedroom, his breath quickened. She didn't reach for an old t-shirt out of the drawer, she was going to the closet. She came out with a loose white peasant top blouse which she threw over her bare breasts.

  Danny moaned. She was dressing up. He clinched his fist, fighting the urge to jack off. He reached over to a drawer full of equipment next to his office desk. He pulled out a pair of 10x50mm binoculars and his video camera. He quickly set the tripod and screwed down the video camera, checking the focus and zooming in on the bedroom.

  Clear as glass. If only he had audio. He shook his head, no need worrying about what he didn't have. The show would be excellent even without the screams and moans.

  He forced himself to walk away, heading to the kitchen to grab a beer and relax. It might be awhile before anything interesting happened.

  Chapter Four

  Haley threw the peasant top on and then shed her slacks and underwear. She whistled a random tune while slipping on a knee length skirt. She thought briefly about heels, but changed her mind. They wouldn't stay on long anyway.

  Her phone chirped as she sat down at the sink to do her makeup.

  30 minutes?

  Sooner if you can. I'm so fucking horny.

  Hmm, I'll run every red light.

  She put the phone down and tried to keep her hand steady while applying eye liner. Andrew was proving to be an amazing lover. He was such a pleasant guy, right up until the moment he took her in his arms. Then, no more games. He dominated her in every way. Telling her how to stand, when to touch him, how to lay while he fucked her.

  She looked forward to submitting to him and he played the dominant role so well. Tim had tried, but bless his heart, he was just too sweet. There was nothing sweet about Andy. He made it clear that he was here to take from her and she could either get off on that, or not. He didn't care. That attitude was such a rush for her that she often came several times before he did.

  Each thought made it harder to put on makeup. "Oh, fuck it," she muttered and slid her left hand under her skirt. She was soaking wet already and her fingers glided over her clit in small circles. Slowly, so as not to mess up her eye liner. Her breath quickened, heat rising to her neck. Why would you need makeup when you had that blush of lust? She slid two fingers inside her pussy and moaned.

  Haley stood up, dropping the brush and grabbing the edge of the counter. She alternated between rubbing her clit and plunging her fingers inside her. She threw her head back and clinched her thighs, holding her fingers as deep as they would go. "I want him to fuck me right here," she thought as she felt the tension growing inside.

  Just before she came, she stopped. She pulled her dripping fingers out and slid them into her mouth. She licked them clean as she ran her right hand over her chest, squeezing her nipples.

  "Whoo, that was close," she said as she walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. She didn't want the release, choosing instead to ride the edge of pleasure as long as possible. Haley needed fucked now more than ever and that is exactly how she wanted to be when Andy arrived.

  Chapter Five

  It took every ounce of control for Danny to keep it in his pants. He was rock hard beneath his jeans; so hard it ached. His hands were clinched on the window ledge and his face was pressed against the pane. All he wanted was to watch her cum. That she was doing it alone was even better.

  "What the fuck!" Danny moaned and dropped his head. How could she stop like that? Was that even possible? Damn, this woman was getting in his head. He stood up and walked around, taking deep breaths. He took a drink of his beer and plopped down in his office chair.

  Just relax, he told himself. The main show is yet to come.

  Chapter Six

  "Where the hell are you?" Haley yelled at her phone. "Uggh!" She was dying here, waiting for Andy to arrive. He was fifteen minutes late now and she was going crazy.

  Haley flopped onto the couch, her left arm dangling over the side, and stared at the ceiling. Her pussy ached. It needed to be touched. It needed Andy. But, she thought, I guess I can keep it company until he shows up.

  She ran her hand slowly down her stomach. As her fingers pressed against her wet lips, she slid the left sleeve of her blouse off her shoulder, exposing her breast. She grabbed her nipple and squeezed, gasping at the rush of pain. She pulled hard on her breast as she squeezed her thighs.

  Haley slid two fingers into her pulsing pussy, moaning as she reached inward and upward, searching for that spot that was so elusive when trying to do it yourself. She circled her clit as she tugged her hard, tight nipple. Her eyes closed and she held her breath, drowning in the pleasure.

  Then, that familiar knock at the door, tap, tap…tap tap.

  "Open," she yelled in a ragged breath, not stopping.

  Andy opened the door slowly, peering at her on the couch. He looked amazing in a fitted button down baby blue shirt and a red tie. He watched her from the door, pausing a moment. His mouth firmed up as he shut the door.

  "You started without me."

  Haley nodded, looking at him through drunken eyes as she continued working her fingers between her legs. She was facing him and her right leg was thrown over the back of the couch. She was laid open before him, shaved clean and swollen a deep pink.

  Andy walked across the living room and sat in the arm chair just a few feet from her. He crossed his legs and held his fingertips together in front of his face.

  "Keep going."

  Haley's breath caught in her chest. This was new. She had never performed for him before. She watched his face as she masturbated, trying to guess his reaction. But she received no feedback. He was stoned faced, showing no outward signs of arousal.

  "I want you," she said in a hushed voice, fingers sliding in and out of her, a soft wet sound accompanying each stroke.

  He didn't respond, just sat and watched. Haley was torn between being self conscious, feeling so exposed before him, and the lust that drove her to keep fucking herself. Finally, the lust won out. She threw back her head and picked up her pace, fingers jack hammering her pussy at a frantic pace as her left hand kneaded her tits.

  Just as she felt the surrounding room starting to slip away, she noticed Andy's breathing increase. It barely registered as she was lost in the sensations of her own body. She raised her hips, driving her fingers deeper before pulling out and circling her bare clit.

  "Oh, god, that feels amazing. Do you like it when I fuck myself?" She received no response beyond the short fast breathing. She kept going, "You like to watch me, don't you?"

  "Get up and go to the window."

  Haley looked at him, "What?" She paused in mid-stroke.

  "Go to the window now. You want to be watched." Andy hadn't moved except to point to the bay window of the living room.

  Haley propped herself on one arm. "I can't do that," she said, shaking her head.

  "If you tell me no again, I leave and I don't come back. Last time, go to the window."

  Haley stared into his eyes. She felt that yearning to submit. To obey him and please him. She was also horny as fuck and was willing to do just about anything he asked.

  She rose from the couch and walked to the window, turning to face him.

  "No," he said, shaking his head, "face it."

  She turned, standing still, waiting for his instructions. Her legs quivered and she was practically running down her thighs.

  "Take of y
our blouse."

  She hesitated a half second before sliding it over her head and letting it fall to the floor. She could barely breathe; the city stared back at her, the midday sun illuminating her white skin for all to see. "This is so fucking hot," she thought.

  "Remove your skirt."

  No hesitation this time, she pushed it off her hips and stepped out of it. Her breathing was ragged and her heart was beating a thousand beats a minute.

  "Now, keep going."