Another Cheating Wife Bundle!: Sexy 3-Story Erotic Collection

by Fleming, Felicity

  “Mmmmmph,” Susie mumbled, her mouth full of his thick shaft.

  She sucked gently, and swirled her tongue around his swollen cock, and within seconds Marcus’s big dick was as hard as she’d ever remembered it. Like a pale, turgid torpedo, his cock stood angrily to attention, and Susie worshipped it with her lips and tongue.

  “Mmmph,” saliva drooled down her chin, as she braced herself against the wall with one hand, and used the over to massage Marcus’s heavy balls. “Mmmmph.”

  “Oh, Jesus that’s good,” Marcus groaned. “Oh, fuck me. I need to have you come around to my office more. If I had you under my desk, doing this to me every lunch break, I’d be a lot more productive.”

  “Mmmph,” Susie’s whole body shuddered at the thought.

  “S-so here’s the deal,” Marcus groaned, as Susie’s mouth brought him closer and closer to the inevitable brink of orgasm. “I was going to get it for you as a surprise for your birthday, but if you can keep from scratching your nose all day, I’ll pop by the gallery on my way home and pick you up that print of the Salvador Dali painting you like. From the Divine Comedy?”

  If Susie’s panties weren’t already moist, that alone would have flooded them.

  “Mmmmph, mmmph!” She nodded enthusiastically, sucking and slurping with even more enthusiasm now. “Mmmph!”

  “Oh, fuck,” Marcus felt his balls churning. “Oh, God, you do that so fucking well.” A moment before he spurted in her mouth, Marcus wrenched back on Susie’s ponytail and yanked her mouth off his throbbing cock.

  “Aiiie!” Tears sprang to Susie’s eyes, as Marcus’s cock sproinged from her mouth and slapped her wetly across the cheek.

  “Hold still, darling,” Marcus was brutal, using her ponytail to hold Susie’s face upturned, as he grabbed his spit-slick cock with his other hand and started stroking himself. “That’s it… I’m going to cum all over your face.”

  “Huuungh,” Susie groaned hotly as she heard that.

  She started up at Marcus’s big cock, swinging just inches in front of her face. It was a humiliating and degrading position to find herself in – kneeling on the floor, with Marcus yanking on her pony tail and furiously jerking himself off in front of her face.

  But the indignity was partly what made it so hot.

  “H-here it comes,” Marcus groaned, and his knees nearly buckled. “Oh, fuck, I’m going to paint your face, you little slut…”

  And then he did.

  Groaning, Marcus jerked himself off until his cock swelled, and a hot spurt of pearlescent cum splattered Susie’s face.

  She squeezed shut her eyes and opened her mouth as Marcus continued jerking himself off; and more scalding spurts jetted across her chin… Her lips… Her nose and cheeks.

  Finally, with a satisfied moan, Marcus released her hair and flopped back against the doorframe, gasping for breath.

  Susie slumped to the floor, blinking furiously. She reached up to wipe the hot, heavy cum that was splattered all over her face.

  “No!” But before she could, Marcus grabbed her wrist painfully hard.

  Susie gasped, and looked up as her husband stood looming over her.

  “Don’t you dare fucking touch it,” Marcus snarled sexily. “You’re going to wear my fucking cum over that pretty little face of yours all fucking day.” Then he knelt down, until he was eye-to-eye with his cum-covered wife, and purred: “If you’re still covered in my cum by the time I come home from the office, I know you won’t have scratched your nose.”

  And then he kissed her – crushing his lips against hers, and tasting his own cum on her mouth.

  Susie groaned hotly into his mouth.

  Pulling away, Marcus licked his glistening lips, and squeezed Susie’s hand.

  “I want to buy that painting for you, honey,” he purred. “And I know you want your nose to get better. So do what’s best for both of us, and don’t touch your nose.” And then he kissed her briefly again. “And if you’re not still wearing my cum when I come home tonight, we’re both going to be disappointed.”

  And then Marcus pulled himself upright, tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants and zipped them up. He started down at his beautiful wife – her face covered in his glistening cum, like she was a porn star.

  “I’ll see you tonight,” he promised. “And you better still have my special ‘face cream’ on, or instead of buying you a painting, I’ll pull those pajama pants down and paint your sexy little backside red, instead.”

  Susie squirmed at the thought.

  She clambered up from the floor of the bathroom, and watched her handsome husband grab his briefcase, and head for the door. A moment later he was gone – the sound of his big, V8 Cadillac rumbling off into the distance.

  She turned and looked at herself in the mirror – and didn’t know whether to be mortified, or turned on.

  Her face was splattered with cum. It was all over her nose, dribbling down her cheeks, and dripping into her cleavage.

  It was slutty. It was undignified. But it was also fucking hot.

  Biting her lip, Susie stuck her hand in her panties, and started to touch herself as she stared at her cum-covered reflection in the mirror.

  Chapter Two

  Being a sassy little Italian wife, submissiveness was not exactly hardwired into Susie’s personality. Under normal circumstances, even the idea of spending all day wearing a load of her husband’s cum on her face would have seemed ridiculous.

  But that particular morning seemed to warrant it.

  Firstly, the thought of Marcus bringing her home one of the prints she’d been dreaming about owning for years was practically as sexy as giving him a blowjob that morning (was that wrong? That she got physically turned on by rare art?)

  Secondly, she got a deliciously slutty thrill from doing something dirty and perverted. Normally she’d have washed off her face the moment Marcus zipped up his pants, but she honestly actually liked the idea of doing the laundry, washing the dishes and even talking to her parents on the phone, all while covered in his seed.

  And thirdly – and perhaps most importantly – it actually worked.

  Probably once or twice an hour, Susie would absently reach up to scratch the rash on her nose – but the moment her fingers brushed against the cold, sticky cum on her face, she snatched her finger away like she’d been burned.

  Yes, it was slutty. Yes, it was undignified. But, you know what? It did actually stop her from touching her nose.

  And that made a huge difference.

  * * *

  But Marcus’s demand wasn’t without its challenges.

  The biggest one, as it happened, was the reason Susie had been stuck at home all day in the first place.

  At about 5pm, a big, white FedEx truck rolled onto the driveway and there was a rap on the door. It was the package Susie had been waiting all day for.

  She was excited to receive it – but she also knew that opening the door and signing for it would give the FedEx delivery guy an interesting experience.

  But she did it anyway.

  Opening the door, Susie stood in her Ducky pajamas, with Marcus’s dried cum all over her face, and smiled at the delivery guy as if there was nothing untoward with her appearance at all.

  Making her embarrassment even more acute was the fact that the driver was a towering, handsome black man – one whom Susie had been developing quite the crush on.

  Not that it was mutual. In fact, the good-looking, muscular guy sometimes acted like he didn’t even notice Susie was a woman – let alone a compact, curvy and attractive one. He’d dropped off dozens of packages to her over the years and never really acted like he noticed her.

  “Oh, hey, Miss.” Today, for example, the driver started off by staring at his clipboard, not even looking up at Susie. “I’m afraid I’ve only got one of the packages you’re expecting. I’ll have to drop the other one to you tomorrow…”

  But that’s when he looked up – and things changed.

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sp; “T-tomorrow,” the driver repeated – narrowing his big, brown eyes as he drank in Susie’s pretty face. “I-I’ll have to…” Then he stopped. “Er… Miss?”

  Susie looked up at him, and smiled sweetly.

  “Yes?”

  “T-there’s something on your face.”

  Susie’s cheeks burned hotly.

  “Y-yes, there is,” she stammered. “But don’t worry about that. You want me to sign for something?”

  Robotically – never taking his eyes off Susie’s cum-splattered face, the driver passed over the clipboard and had Susie sign for her package. Then he handed her the box, murmuring: “I-is that…?”

  Susie smiled as if nothing was wrong, but she was practically dying with humiliation inside. This handsome black stud wasn’t an idiot – surely he knew what it was all over her pretty little face.

  “O-okay, thanks, Miss,” he was still transfixed by Susie’s face when she handed back the clipboard, and she started to shut the door in his face.

  “I’ll see you again tomorrow, I guess,” Susie smiled sweetly, and then clicked shut the door.

  Cheeks burning red, and heart thumping, the humiliated housewife threw herself against the door and squirmed at what had just happened. Then she peered out of the window, and watched the handsome black delivery driver walking back to his truck, shaking his head.

  “Oh, God, Marcus,” she sighed. “You pig.” And then she giggled, at the ridiculousness of her situation.

  Humiliation and embarrassment were her first reactions to what had just happened; but she started to experience another almost immediately.

  She’d had a hundred packages delivered to her by that handsome driver, and he’d never even noticed her during all that time.

  Today he had; and his curious look had been sexy and intense.

  Hardly believing that she was about to do it for the second time in the same day, Susie’s hand slid beneath the waistband of her pajama pants, and into her already-moist panties.

  He pussy was already moist and trembling as her fingertips found her clitoris.

  “Oh, God, Marcus,” Susie groaned, slumping against the wall as she started to pleasure herself. “What have you done to me?”

  Chapter Three

  Susie satisfied her sexual frustration with her fingers, and her sexy thoughts about that handsome black FedEx delivery guy.

  But her other issue seemed to be satisfied by something else entirely.

  As the day neared it’s end, Susie realized that for the first time in weeks, her nose had began to stop bothering her.

  Perhaps it was because she didn’t scratch it, or maybe it was the cum itself, but for some reason Susie’s humiliating facial was working wonders on her dermatitis.

  In fact, by the time the sun sunk below the horizon, and Susie finally heard Marcus pulling his Cadillac back into the driveway after a long day at work, her nose had stopped irritating her entirely.

  The key rattled in the lock as Marcus opened the front door. He swaggered in and threw his briefcase in the corner.

  “Hi honey! I’m horny! I mean, HOME.”

  Sitting on the sofa, watching HGTV, Susie was still wearing both her Ducky pajamas, and his cum all over her pretty face.

  “Well, hello, dear,” she purred.

  “Holy shit,” Marcus grinned, kicking shut the door behind him. “You actually did it.”

  Susie pouted. “What, you doubted me?”

  She could already see what effect this was having on Marcus. Her handsome husband was pulling off his tie and stripping off his jacket even as he pounced across the room towards her.

  A moment later, he was on top of her, kissing her neck, and murmuring: “Fuck, that’s so sexy to come back home and see you covered in my cum.”

  Susie giggled, but pushed him off.

  “Hey,” she snapped. “We had a deal, buddy. Where’s my painting?”

  Snarling in frustration, Marcus clambered off his sexy wife, and staggered to his feet.

  “Well, I suppose you did earn it,” he admitted. Shirt untucked, and pants bulging with his erection, Marcus yanked open the front door and headed out to his car.

  Susie heard the creak of the long, low door being opened, and then the clunk as Marcus slammed it shut. A moment later, he returned to the house bearing a small rectangle wrapped in brown paper.

  He handed it over.

  Excitedly, Susie tore at the paper – for the first time that day, suddenly forgetting that she was crusty and sticky with Marcus’s cum.

  Inside the package was a gilt-framed print of one of Salvador Dali’s infamous Dante’s Inferno paintings – printed from the original woodblock and even initialed by Dali himself.

  “Oh, my God,” Susie’s eyes welled up with tears. “I love it.” She looked up at Marcus. “Thank you, baby.”

  Marcus smiled, unbuttoning his shirt.

  “They have one more at the gallery,” he grinned, peeling off the crisp, white cotton. “I’ve asked them to hold it for me.” Then he tossed the shirt over his shoulder. “Maybe you can earn it tomorrow.”

  Susie carefully placed the print on the table by the settee, and then turned to her husband; giving him her full attention as he unbuckled his pants.

  “Maybe I can,” she grinned.

  And that’s when Marcus pounced on her.

  Chapter Four

  Susie wasn’t exactly turned on by humiliation. Instead, she was turned on by just how much that humiliation turned Marcus on.

  And today was no exception.

  Her husband threw himself on top of Susie on the couch, and kissed her furiously. Susie eagerly kissed him back, as they each fumbled to pull off each other’s clothes – Marcus’s suit pants, and Susie’s Ducky pajamas.

  “Oh, fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Marcus groaned, as he yanked Susie’s pajama pants clean off. “You sitting at home wearing my cum, like an obedient little slut.”

  Susie groaned, as her husband kicked off his pants. His hard-on reared from between his legs like a thick, pale torpedo. Susie giggled, and stretched out her fingers to curl around it.

  “Huuungh,” Marcus groaned in pleasure as she began stroking his throbbing shaft.

  “Come here,” she ordered.

  Using his cock as a handle, Susie pulled Marcus forward, and he positioned himself between her thighs. Like well-oiled machinery, their bodies worked in unison together; Marcus’s cock automatically finding the entrance to Susie’s eager pussy, and nuzzling against her glistening lips.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” Marcus murmured, as he gazed deeply into Susie’s eyes and thrust.

  “Unnnngh,” Susie arched her back as her husband filled her, stretching her pussy with inch after inch of his thick, satisfying cock.

  Within seconds, he was inside her all the way, and they gazed into each other’s eyes as their bodies were finally interconnected.

  “You look so fucking sexy, with my cum over your face.”

  Susie giggled: “You’re such a pig. You know I had to sign for a package like this?”

  Marcus groaned, and Susie felt his cock throb inside of her. He began to thrust, and the whole sofa creaked as he slid in and out of her.

  “W-was it Derek?” Marcus groaned. “The big, black delivery guy? The one you fancy?”

  Susie’s cheeks burned.

  “I do not fancy him,” she lied.

  “Oh, I bet he loved it,” Marcus kissed her furiously. “Looking at your pretty face, and wondering what that was plastered all over it.” He began thrusting faster. “I bet he knew.”

  “Unnngh,” Susie wrapped her arms around her husband’s shoulders, and humped up to meet his thrusts. “Y-you’re such a pig. It was so humiliating.”

  “I bet he thought it was hot,” Marcus groaned. “I bet he wished he was the one cumming all over that pretty face of yours.”

  “Oh, fuck,” Susie squeezed shut her eyes. “I-I bet you’re right.”

  “Oh, God, I c
an’t hold out…” Marcus’s thrusting was fast and rough. He reached one hand up to squeeze Susie’s breast through her pajamas. “You’re just too fucking sexy…”

  “No, it’s fine,” Susie groaned. “Oh, God, you’re so hard.”

  And then she felt Marcus’s cock throb, and swell, and spurt hotly inside of her.

  The moment she felt him cumming inside of her, Susie felt her own orgasm wash over her. For the third time that day, pleasure crackled over her body like electricity, and she moaned hotly into Marcus’s ear.

  Then, drained, they both collapsed into each other’s arms on the couch.

  “Oh, fuck,” Marcus groaned. “You’re amazing.”

  Susie giggled, and stroked Marcus’s sweaty head. She could feel his cum dribbling out of her. It occurred to her how naughty it was to be sticky at both ends from his seed.

  “Get off me, you big lug,” she eventually laughed. “I’ve got to go and take a shower.”

  Chapter Five

  The next morning, Susie looked at herself in the mirror and her eyes opened wide.

  Her nose was looking great.

  “Holy shit, Marcus,” the happy housewife called from the bathroom. “Look at my nose!” And when Marcus poked his head around the doorframe, she proudly showed off how the inflammation and rash had practically disappeared.

  “You’re a sick pervert, Marcus,” Susie grinned. “But your little tactic seemed to work. I did work really hard not to scratch it yesterday, and it seemed to work.”

  Marcus grinned lasciviously.

  “Well, unless it was the cum that did it.” He shrugged. “It’s an old wive’s tale that it’s good for the skin; but maybe there’s some truth to it.”

  Susie giggled, but she was actually thinking about it. She’d tried so many skin creams and potions over the years; surely this wasn’t any weirder than the chia seed scrub she’d bought from Origins, or the twenty dollar lotion she’d bought in France that supposedly contained real snail slime.

  Marcus was grinning at her.