Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories (12 page)

As I lay there keeping all of his sperm in me he squirmed up the bed till his cock was close to my face. I licked the remains of his cum from the head of his cock and started to stroke his shaft. Rather than soften his cock seemed even harder. He moaned as I took his cockhead into my mouth. I could just get him in - there was no chance of deep-throating a cock this thick. I used both hands to stroke him in a spiral motion as I bobbed my mouth up and down on his beautiful circumcised cock. Although he was a pale coffee color, his cock was much darker. The head was a deep purple-black color and there were thick veins on the shaft. His scrotum was loose and his balls were like large plums. I was determined to make him cum quickly - we had to get to the dinner in less than an hour.

I took my mouth off his cock and told him to imaging his spermatozoa all swimming up through my cervix, into my womb and then on into my fallopian tubes to find my egg and make his baby. I told him how much I wanted that, how I could literally feel his cum in me. All the while I was stroking his cock and felt him start to thrust his hips. I took him into my mouth and let him fuck me. He was thrusting deeply and I could feel him start to swell and his rhythm become jerky. I squeezed his shaft tightly delaying his cum. I took my mouth off his cock and then released my grip on him and his cock started to erupt. Thick white lines of sperm sprayed into my face, my eyes, my mouth and my hair. And still he came. My breasts were coated now and my neck. Slowly his spasms subsided and at last this huge cock started to soften.

The bed was a mess again, cum all over the sheets under my cunt, on the pillow under my hips and now the other pillows and the upper part of the bed was drenched in cum. What would the maids make of it - how many men would they think had produced this amount of sperm?

I managed to shoo him out. I looked in the mirror at my face coated with drying cum and the white streaks of cum in my hair. I looked so sluttish - I loved it! But time was short and I had to shower and change and be down on duty in just over half an hour - thank god for short hair.

As I shampooed the cum out of my hair and lathered my body I thought about the two times that I seem to have ovulated and the two men who had fucked me so well. I felt in my bones that I was going to be pregnant, that I would have twins. Each with a different father, one white and one black. Even if Brett was a pale coffee, how dark would my baby be? Would it be obvious that the baby had a black father or would everyone assume that his color was simply from my olive complexion and that the other baby had Steve’s pale complexion?

Soon I was heavily into working the room and there was no time to think further on this. The following day we split into two groups for separate workshops and another afternoon outing. I was in the other group to both Brett and Bob and could not see them till the following morning when everyone was leaving. Both came up to me and said how much they cared for me but hoped that we could keep our relationship to wonderful sex and not to get emotional about it. I could see they were feeling guilty and anxious. Especially Brett who knew that I hoped to get pregnant. I gave each a hug and reassured them that I wasn’t going to expect any emotional tangle, that I loved the sex and maybe we might have a repeat in the future. I told them that I had no intention of threatening their marriage or mine. Then suddenly the conference was finished and we were packing to the airport.

I arrived hope that evening to find that Steve had a bottle of champagne on ice and a special meal brought in. I told him all about the meeting - well not all -and all of the ways it would help me in the future. He told me that he missed me and was sorry that we did not have children, so that a part of me would be left behind when I went away. He was tearful saying that he supposed that our childlessness, despite not using contraception for years, was his fault. He confessed that he had never told me that he had had mumps as a teenager and had always worried that he might be infertile. I kissed his tears away and said, “My love, I am so regular ….. I always knew when to avoid making love so that I would not get pregnant. That is why I haven’t got pregnant yet. If I am going to have a baby, now would be the best time for me as far as work is concerned. At this I started stroking his cock. He was very hard in no time at all. Bigger that usual, though not in Bob’s league, let alone Brett. I slowly took his clothes off and pulled my skirt up and slipped my panties to one side and sat on his hard spike of a cock. I rocked my pelvis gently at first and I looked into his teary face. “Susan, I do so want to get you pregnant.” I bent forwards and kissed him deeply and murmured, “I am sure that tomorrow I will be pregnant, I should be ovulating today” I then speeded up my rocking and started to slam down on his cock, until he groaned as I milked the sperm from his cock. By now I was really hungry and we sat in bed drinking the champagne and eating our special dinner of oysters and lobster.

Two weeks latter there was no sign of my period, I felt pregnant but waited one more week before doing a pregnancy test which was positive. A month latter I was having my first ultrasound. There was no doubt that it was twins. But who was the father, fathers?

It is now three months since my twins were born. The births were easier than I thought and within six hours I had delivered two health babies. One is a blond little girl and the other is a darker skinned boy. One might suspect his black father looking at him, but he is an even paler coffee that his father and his blond sister reassures everyone that he really couldn’t have a black father. I simply say that he has inherited my complexion and his sister Steve’s coloring. I was tempted to say maybe I had a colored ancestor somewhere in my family tree - but that might make them wonder more.

My new jobs is going really well and I have been told that I will be soon taking over and running a department within marketing. I am on track to become CEO in the next decade - they just don’t know it yet. Steve is deliriously happy, he wept when I told him that I was pregnant and when I had the twins. He cares so and is a diligent loving father. I am blessed - two wonderful children fathered by two wonderful, intelligent men and handsome men. My career and Steve’s money to support me as I climb in the company. Maybe in a year or to I will find a suitable time to have more babies. Every month since my pregnancy I have ovulated twice …… I will have to find two such desirable potential fathers again. This time it will be planned from the outset.

In the meantime, I have found a very well endowed black lover. We are very discrete and keep our relationship to sex. He in loves fucking small white women and I get off on his big black cock. He isn’t going to be one of the fathers of my next children as he is not over bright. I am going to want a clever and intelligent man who also has the sort of really big cock that I have come to love so much. Steve makes love to me much more often since he decided that he wasn’t infertile. He will never make me feel like Bob or Brett, but he is very loving and it is comforting to feel him wanting me. Maybe, I will still want to share what happens when I get pregnant again

She didn’t like Randy, her next door neighbour.
Randy was tall and slim, with a firm muscular body. She guessed him to be in his late twenties. He was handsome too; ruggedly handsome, with shoulder length dirty blond hair. He had never been unpleasant or unkind to her, in fact quite the opposite. He was kind and had been very helpful since she moved into her flat with her newborn baby. Sara had needed a man about the place, light bulbs to change; electrical plugs to fit; air conditioning to fix, Randy had been there for her while her husband was away in the UK.
She didn’t like him because she needed him, not for the jobs around the home, but because she needed a man. She yearned for her husband’s strong arms around her; his closeness in her bed to kiss and cuddle with; and above all his hard cock inside her. Sara was desperate for a man and she didn’t like Randy because she was afraid; afraid of being unfaithful to her husband with him.
Tonight the sink had blocked. She hadn’t got used to the Australian waste disposal systems yet and she had blocked her drainpipe up. She had knocked on his door and as usual he was ever ready to help her. Minutes later he appeared with his toolbox dressed in his usual apparel of tee-shirt and shorts. She gave him a cold beer and started to watch him as he diligently went to work; his firm hands gripping the tools; his muscular arms straining as he exerted strength; and his strong hairy legs holding his weight as he squatted at the sink. She dared not spend too much time looking at his buttocks; it would have been too much. Sara turned away and pretended to attend to her baby.
Randy had told her that he was single, although she had seen women coming out of his apartment on four or five separate occasions; he had also told her that he worked part time in a scuba diving store in town. As usual he made the work seem so easy and she stood chatting to him for a few minutes while he finished his beer. He knew about her circumstances of course; her move from England; her business venture; her temporary renting of the apartment until the purchase of their new home went through. Did he know that she wanted him; that she needed him? She hoped not!
As always she offered him money for helping her and as usual he also pushed her hand away. “I am a neighbour,” he told her, in his thick Australian accent. “Neighbours are there to look out for one another.”
“I wish there was something I could do for you,” she told him. “I feel so guilty about not giving you anything for all you have done for me.”
As he smiled she realised what she had said and how it could be misinterpreted. “I….I…didn’t mean it to sound…..”
He touched her hand. “I know what you mean!” he told her as he gazed into her eyes.
For a moment she stood there holding his gaze as his hand rested on hers. Then his eyes looked down at their hands. Her hand was trembling. “If there is anything else I can do for you just ask!” he said.
His eyes lifted to meet hers and she found herself looking away as she withdrew her hand. “But I would have to charge for that service!”
His words shocked her. “W…w…..what service is that?” she stammered.
He smiled. “You have obviously seen women coming from my apartment, married women!”
Sara’s face flushed as the realisation hit her. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he told her. “Married ladies with husbands either away or too busy….they have needs. They don’t want involvement or complications. I have the equipment and the experience, and, I need the money!”
Sara was stunned.
“I am sorry if I have embarrassed you but…” he said.
“N…no.…no I am fine. Just a bit shocked that’s all,” Sara replied.
He took her hand. “Don’t be,” he said as he looked her in the eyes again. “All I need is 24 hours notice if you need my services!”
She laughed nervously. “I am okay on that score,” she stated.
“No worries,” he replied with a smile. “But if you have any friends who might like some male company then it’s $100 for the hour, $300 for a morning or afternoon session, and $500 for the night.”
Sara turned her back on him. She knew that he was offering her his services. “Discretion goes without saying, of course,” he said as moved closer.
Sara could feel the heat of his body against her back. Her body was screaming for sex. She had gone four weeks and two days without the touch of a male hand against her skin; four weeks and two days without penetrating fingers inside her most intimate of places; four weeks and two days without the touch of a hot tongue pleasuring her; four weeks and two days without a hard cock thrusting inside her until orgasm; and four weeks and two days since falling asleep in male arms in the afterglow of love. Sara was desperate. Suddenly she felt his hand upon her hip and his groin against her. “I am free tomorrow tonight!” he said softly.
“And….and it’s $500?” she found herself saying as she felt his cock growing hard.
“$300 to you!”
“It would have to be here,” she told him.
“Wherever you want it and whatever you want,” he responded as he kissed her gently on the soft exposed flesh between neck and shoulder.
Sara shuddered at his touch. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “Tomorrow at 9:00pm.”
“My pleasure,” he said as he turned and walked away.
When she heard the door close she turned around. For a moment she thought about running after him and telling him ‘no’. She felt so ashamed. She felt like a slut. “Paying a man to fuck you!” she said out loud, before going to the refrigerator to pour herself a large glass of wine. Two more glasses later she sloped off to bed to dream about Randy.
The note that she had written and intended to push under his door, cancelling the appointment, was still on top of the television set as she sat sipping her third glass of wine, waiting for his knock on the door. Three times that day she had gone to his door with the note and three times she had walked away. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t bring herself to say no. After her third attempt at 7:00 pm that evening she went and showered and slipped into her new red lacy bra and matching thong. After putting on a pair of lacy top black stockings she gazed at herself in the bedroom mirror. “Yes you are a whore!” she whispered to herself. A few minutes later she slipped into a black dress and after one final brush of her long blond hair she poured herself another glass of wine and sat down to wait for him.
The knock on the door when it came startled her. She took a large gulp of wine followed by a deep breath and then let him in. She was surprised to see him dressed in a pair of slacks and a shirt. He kissed her lightly on the cheek and sat down as she poured him a glass of wine. After handed him his wine she went to the drawer and picked up the roll of notes and handed it to him. “$300 as agreed,” she told him as she sat down next to him.
He thanked her as he slipped the bundle into his pocket. “You are very beautiful,” he told her.
Sara smiled nervously.
“I take it you have never done this before?” he asked her.
She shook her head. “Never even thought about paying for sex before!” she told him.
He rested his hand on her knee. “Nothing to be ashamed about,” he told her. “As I said yesterday….no complications and you get a job well done!”
“And what do you do?” she asked.
His fingers traced along the edge of her dress. “Whatever you want. You pay the money and call the shots. You’re the boss,” he told her.
“I feel like a slut!” she told him.
He leaned over and kissed her, this time on the lips. “But you are not a slut,” he told her. “Not unless you want to be treated like one!”
Sara said nothing.
“Would you like to be?” he asked her. “Some women like that!” he added as he pushed back the hem of her dress. The touch of his hand was electrifying and she found herself parting her legs slightly. “Yes you are a slut aren’t you?”
Sara nodded.
“Come on say it? Tell me what a slut you are?” he said softly as her dress moved higher exposing her stocking tops.
“I am a slut,” she told him.
She said nothing as the hem gathered around the top of her thighs. “Open your legs!” he told her.
Sara parted her thighs.
“Wider,” he said.
She opened her thighs wide and his hand slid over the top of her stockings. The touch of his firm fingers on the soft white flesh of her inner thighs brought a quiet sigh. “You are very horny aren’t you?” he said as he prodded her pussy lips through her thong.
Sara looked down and could see the wet patch that had formed. “You’re in need of some cock aren’t you?” he said as he pulled the edge of her thong over her pussy lips.
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Tell me you need cock?”
“I need cock,” she said loudly.
Sara felt ashamed as he took her hand pressed it against her cunt. “Let me see you masturbate,” he told her.
Moments later Sara found herself running her fingers up and down her labia. She had only once masturbated in front of another man, her husband, and she had found that an embarrassing experience. Now she was doing it in front of a man she had not only ever been intimate with before, but who she was also paying for sex. As her fingers slipped over her hood Randy stood up and began to undress.
She found her fingers moving faster and faster as he stripped down to his boxers. The bulge in them was bigger than she had imagined. He moved to the edge of the settee and stood between her open legs and slid them down his thighs, slowly and tantalisingly. Looking down at her he smiled, as he stepped out them. He was big and quite thick in girth. Randy had something to smile about. Moments later Sara found herself sat forward with her hand cupping his large testicle sac and her lips firmly gripping the shaft of his cock. “Come on suck you slut!” he told her as he ran his fingers through her hair.
Sara didn’t need any encouragement when it came to sucking cock. She loved the feel of a man’s hardness inside her mouth and she also loved the taste of a man’s juices. She would have been more than happy to bring him to climax with her eager mouth and gulp down his delicious cum, but Randy wanted her pussy. “Bedroom!” he said as he pulled away from her.
She loved his mastery and got even wetter when he prodded her in the back to make her move quickly. “Come on slut I want a fuck now!” he said.
No one had ever spoken to her like that before. Inside the room she stopped at the edge of the bed and turned around only to be pushed backwards. Randy was quickly upon her, guiding her into the centre of the bed, before pushing her dress up over her waist. She could see the hunger in his eyes as he grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs in the air before resting them on his shoulders. “Yes,” she groaned, knowing what was coming next.
With one hand pulling her thong aside and the other guiding the tip of his cock to her opening, she waited expectantly. Lowering himself down on her body his cock slowly entered her. She could feel her vagina stretching to accommodate the biggest cock she had ever had inside her. As their lips met he held back while they kissed and for a few moments she clung onto his shoulders as she experienced the fullness of his manhood deep and still inside her. Then he lifted his head back and began the slow rhythmic thrusts of his cock inside her. Sara groaned as her hips rose to meet him.
Looking into his eyes she urged him on. “Come on fuck me,” she told him.
He responded by increasing his thrusts and she urged him on again. “Come on fuck this whore!”
Again his thrust increased and the room started to resound to the sound of the rhythmic creaking of the bed. “Come on don’t wait for me just fill me. Fill this slut with your cum!”
Randy need no further prompting as he slid his hands under her bottom to pull her harder against him as he thrust faster and faster. As she heard his groans getting louder and louder she urged him on again. “That’s it, fill me; fuck me,” she cried, as her nails dug into his shoulder blades. Moments later with a louder cry he came, and as she felt his hot cum bursting forth inside her Sara came too. Their fuck had been fast and furious, exactly what Sara had needed.
For a while afterwards they lay there kissing and caressing. Sara was satisfied now. She had had the feel of a man’s cock inside her again, and the warmth and security from kissing and cuddling after a mind blowing orgasm. As Randy started to stir again she turned and asked him if he minded leaving now. “You have paid for the night!” he told her.
“I know but…..”
He understood and got up and left quietly. Sara slept well that night and when she awoke next morning she was surprised to find an envelope had been pushed under her door. Inside were $300 and a short note saying, “I am sorry but I forgot to mention the introductory offer of a 100% discount.” Sara smiled.
“I wonder how much discount I will get next time?” she said quietly to herself.