Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories (16 page)

I felt my heart melt in my chest as he seated me at the large wooden table and cut me a slice of carrot cake. He left me in the dining room to go back into the kitchen and when he returned he was holding a cup of what I believe was a caramel latte.
“Caramel latte?” he grinned with those perfect pearly white teeth of his.
“Of course,” I chuckled lightly taking the steaming cup from his grasp.
“And who could forget your chocolate chip cookie?” he laughed heartily.
I thanked him for everything and then he joined me at the table to enjoy a piece of carrot cake.
During our little lunch we talked about work. He used to work on a ranch back in North Carolina and of course that’s where he got that terrific body from. He explained why he moved to New York City and how much he liked it here. I gave a brief description of my marriage to him; mainly just my husband’s name and how long we’ve been married.
“You don’t sound happy.”
I looked up from my carrot cake. “Excuse me?” I didn’t mean to sound as blunt as I did, but I believe he was referring to my marriage and that upset me just a bit.
“The way you talk about your husband, the expression on your face.”
I slid my chair back from the table and wiped my mouth with my napkin. I wanted to storm off and leave without saying a word, but I mustered up the strength to say, “You have no right to judge my marriage by the few details I gave you about it,” and then I got up, push my chair in, and walked to the door.
I was feeling liberated as I swung open his front door, but then I felt something hold me back.
“Wait,” he said apologetically; it was his hands holding my one hand in his.
“What?” I whispered; my eyes beginning to tear. I had realized he was right, I wasn’t happy.
He gently grabbed me to his chest, and as I thought he was going to hold me to keep me from balling to tears, he held his face a breath away from mine. His eyes lingered on my lips and then his hands slowly crept up my back to my neck. I closed my eyes and tilted my head in the direction his hands moved it. Our lips were so close that I could taste the carrot cake off the tip of his tongue. I wanted so desperately to taste his lips and have him embrace me tighter, but he just hovered there for a moment teasing me with his heavy panting. He bewitched me within those first few minutes; one of his hands remained on my neck and the other one held my cold cheek. After a while I felt his top lip caress my bottom one, but it was short lived as he pulled back from me completely.
Dizzy from his trance, I spoke breathlessly, “Carter,” I begged; saying his name for the first time.
His blonde hair glowed from the light hitting of the windowsill while his tall stature blocked the rest of it. It was getting dark outside, the sun was setting.
He rested both of his hands on his waist and then held one arm across his face. I couldn’t believe he just stood there in front of me with regret in his eyes, so I just turned back to face the door, but I couldn’t move.
I heard him creep towards me and then his tender fingers removed my jacket from my body. As it hit the floor, he started to unbutton my blouse from behind me. I felt chilly, even though after my blouse and bra were removed his warm hands massaged my torso. He removed his flannel shirt and my body flinched at the touch of his soft but firm abs to my back. His lips found their way to my neck as his hands struggled to move my hair out of his way. My hands were holding my firm breasts; enjoying the sweet strokes of his lips. While continuing on my neck, his right hand found its way down my skirt. He began to assault my swollen clit violently; my small body began bucking against his. After five seconds I couldn’t take it anymore and my sweet nectar began to run down his hands. We were both breathing heavily as if we’d been making love all afternoon.
My cell phone rang loudly from my briefcase, but I ignored it; it was probably just work. The noise didn’t seem to bother him because after feeling my juices bathe his hand, he spun me around to pick me up. We arrived into his bedroom; the color of the summer sky was painted on the walls. Everything I saw from that point on felt like I was wearing rose colored glasses. Nothing felt ordinary anymore, but extraordinary.
He laid me on the large comforter that was sprawled out on the floor in front of his fireplace. I sat up on my elbows as he knelt in front of me; admiring my womanly form while removing his jeans and briefs. He smoothly lifted his body on top of mine and kissed me on my lips for the first time. I finally allowed my body to rest down on the floor so I could savor every minute of his delicate kiss. His hands held my petite waist and I felt his stiff erection grow between my legs. He let out a slight groan, signaling for me to surrender my body to him. I admit I was terrified. Not knowing if what I was doing could end up ruining everything I worked for; my marriage, my job, my life. This stranger, who I met two days ago, was now on top of me getting ready to fill my insides with his love. Then I thought, this man has shown me more love than anyone I’ve ever known; not even my husband in all our five years of marriage has held me or kissed me the way Carter has in this past half hour. I felt comfortable with him, I wanted him inside of me, and so I put my mind at rest and relaxed my body.
Carter noticed my body go limp. He kissed me once on my forehead and then filled me until I let out a soft cry. In syncopation we moved as one to achieve the ultimate pleasure we both sought. The back of my neck was supported by his left hand, which raised my head slightly off the covers so I could gaze in his tantalizing green eyes. I saw passion, I felt warmth, and I knew he was determined to please me in anyway possible. A few of his movements sent me into mini convulsions and the satisfaction from seeing me content made him grow more eager. I hardly made a sound as he helped me come closer to climax. I would close my eyes and bit my lip every time he’d hit me with pleasure, but I didn’t want any sound to escape my body, for I was enjoying keeping everything bottled up inside me.
I began to feel warmer and tiny shocks of pain and pleasure grew as Carter’s stamina built. His grip on my waist became tighter and both of our paces sped up. Breathing increased, as did blood flow to our faces. We were both ready. Almost in unison, I let out a moan while he saturated my insides with his love potion. I hyperventilated as my orgasm ripped through my body like a tsunami; this was my first orgasm by penetration. He held me close to his chest to feel some of the strong after shocks I gratefully suffered from his loving attack.
After my body went back to its normal temperature, he wrapped the covers around both of us and we sat in front of the fire for what seemed like a lifetime. He whispered, “I love you more than anything I’ve ever known,” before falling asleep next to me. I kissed him tenderly on the lips while wrapping his arm around my midsection.
I forgot about everything; the world outside Carter’s apartment, my apartment, work, and none of it meant anything anymore. I wanted to live in this room for the rest of my life with this man.
I heard my phone beep a few times, but I knew it was just voicemail messages so I could get it later. After a while it started to beep more continuously, and I didn’t want to wake Carter up so I removed his arm from my waist and got up to retrieve it. I was feeling so comfortable with myself and my body that I just waltzed into his living room still unclothed; something I would never dream of doing at home. I grabbed the small electronic device out of my briefcase and went straight to my voicemail messages.
“You have three new messages,” the voicemail woman said.
The first message was my boss; I figured.
The second and third messages were from my husband. The second was just him calling me to say he was going to be home late, typical, but the third one startled me.
“Hey hun, it’s me. I was just calling to see where you were. I had plans to take you out tonight but I guess you decided to go out and that was unexpected since you usually come home right after work. Anyway if you get this call me back. Love you.”
I shut the phone and placed it on the table. I couldn’t possibly explain this day to him tonight, I was still feeling Carter’s touch on my skin and I didn’t want to think about doing anything else but making love to him in the morning.
I picked up the phone, dialed home… “Hi, Greg?”

Looking around the hotel car park as I waited for her, I admired the trees in the first flush of spring, some having white blossom on them. Dusk was just beginning to fall, casting a dark shadow over the surrounding area.
I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, waiting in a hotel car park, for a woman I knew little about, and who, at 57, was 17yrs older than me. I was also cheating on my wife, and going out of my way to do so. It felt exciting, a bit like being 16 again, but it also felt sordid, which in truth it was, for both of us.
We met over the internet, and had some real quality cyber sex. Both of us wanted more out of our sex lives; neither us wanted to get involved with one and other, more than some quality shagging. We had met in a roadside café a few times, so we both knew there was a bit of chemistry between us.
As I wait, a little nervously, I wondered if I could be the lover I wrote about in our cyber sessions. Plain fact was I hadn’t touched another woman sexually in twenty years, other than my wife.
Her car pulled into the car park, the wheels crunching on the pebble drive. We both wanted a nice country hotel, and I found just that for her; it was a smallish chain of hotels, big enough to be faceless, and not giving a shit who does what in their rooms.
As I opened the car door for her, she looked better than I remembered. The roundness of her large breasts showed through her top, just a few buttons undone, giving a teasing look, her nipples just visible, through her blouse.
Holding her hand to help her of the car, she hesitated, while I looked up her legs, her short knee length black skirt with black stockings, and black lace knickers, and ending in stiletto heels. She let me have a good look at her legs and knickers, smiling at me with a sexy smile. She was a perfect example of a sexy woman. She wasn’t fat, not that it mattered to me anyway, nor was she thin. But she had curves to die for, and a wonderful round backside, and at 57, she was most definitely in her prime. Her perfume filled my senses as we kissed hello.
Picking up both our bags, we walked to reception, her arm through mine. We checked in, and while I took our bags to the room, Joanna went to the bar to order drinks. We spent the next hour or so chatting, but she couldn’t resist teasing me, crossing her legs slowly, leaning over in front of me showing her breasts off, and looking at me in that seductive way.
“Come on, let’s go to our room,” she said in my ear, in a whisper that sent a tingle to my groin.
As soon as the door banged shut, I found myself pinned against the wardrobe as we kissed frantically. I felt for the zip in her skirt, and it fell to the ground. I held her back, looking at her, and my cock jumped at the sight of her, in black lace matching underwear with stockings & suspenders, her large hard nipples, pushing against the material of her bra and blouse. She took my hand, and guided it to her pussy. I stroked it through her very wet knickers, she moaned. Her hand guided mine inside her knickers, my fingers found a wet, and a spunky pussy.
“My husband couldn’t resist me, just before I went out, I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, and once I have fucked you, I’m gonna lick your cunt and clean off both our spunk,” I told her.
Giggling like a schoolgirl, she took my jeans off, and wanked my cock. I pushed her onto all fours, slipped her knickers to one side, and drove my cock into her, as deep as I could. This was a new feeling for me, and the powerful scent of both her pussy cream and his smell mixed really turned me on.
“Come on, fuck me harder, use me like the slut I am. HARDER, HARDER, I felt her fingers brush against my balls as she rubbed her clit, and she started to make a stifled scream as I felt her come. I could not hold back, so I slammed into her as hard as I could, and came, my spunk flooding into her, holding myself inside her, till we both regained some composure. Pulling out, I put her knickers back straight. It was a quick one, but we had all night.
Joanna, got off the bed.
“Oh I liked that.”
Walking around the bed, she finished undressing, taking her blouse off, just leaving her in her underwear. And she looked fantastic, black bra, barely keeping her large round breasts in. My eyes moved down her body, matching suspender belt, and lace briefs, the black sheer stockings. Yeah, sure her body wasn’t perfect, nor was mine. But the sight of her made my cock jump and go hard, and I couldn’t resist moving my hand down and rubbing it. She was just so damn horny looking.
Then she undressed me, shirt, socks, and trunks. As the final sock came off, she moved up my body, taking my now hard cock in her mouth, pulling the skin back with her hand, and she began to lick it, her tongue, slipping into the slit on my head, her mouth and tongue moved all over my groin, tasting the combination of juices. As she finished, her tongue whipped around my helmet, making me groan. She stopped and moved away, leaving me tingling, and wanting her to finish me off.
Getting up, and taking two silk scarves from her bag, she gently tied my hands to the bed head. I watched her step out of her knickers. She then draped the delicate black lace over my shaved head, and then onto my nose. The scent of 3 people gave a powerful aroma, making my cock convulse.
As she knelt above my head, I got a glimpse of heaven. She kept it just out of my reach, letting me have a good long look at her pink pussy. It was red from the two recent fuckings, large lips, her clit hard, and needing attention. The spunk was evident inside her. She lowered herself onto me, letting my tongue slowly explore her juicy folds. I couldn’t quite believe I was licking another man’s spunk together with mine, however I wasn’t going to stop. Slipping into her folds, moving into her hole, I worked around them and moved my way up to her clit, then back down again. Her hips moved against me to match my movements. Looking up her body, I saw her hands massage her breasts through her bra, and heard her make little yelping noises, biting her bottom lip. Her eyes were closed, both hands holding onto the bed head, as she rode me.
I wanted to free my hands from the silk scarves so I could feel her bottom and pull her more into my face. I wanted to slip a finger in with my tongue, but as her yelps and moans got louder and more frequent, I didn’t want to spoil her fun. My tongue now was moving around her pussy, she was soaking my face with her cream. Her hips grinded against me, moving faster, very nearly breaking my nose. I concentrated on her clit, jabbing it, and then working round it, trying to keep up with her hip movements. As she started to cum, her hips pushed right into my face, moving in little circles. As her body convulsed and shook, her cream flooded into me, not relenting. I kept my tongue moving around the clit, but let off some pressure, seeing if she wanted more.
Her hips replied by trying to break my nose again. The material of her stockings rubbed on the side of my chest. I moved down her slit, back into her tunnel, and worked my way back up. She was holding so tight onto the bedhead that it was pushed against the wall. As her body gave way to another orgasm, trembling and shaking, she cried out.
“Oh fucking jeeeesuuuuuusssss, aaaaahhhhhh, yessssssss.”
She pushed her pussy so hard into my face, I couldn’t breathe. She fell beside me on the bed, trying to get her breath and laugh at the same time.
She leaned back over me, kissing me, and sharing her cream. I could feel her hard nipples through the lace on her bra and it made my cock start to harden. When she knelt above me and took her bra off, it went rock hard in 2 seconds flat. 46EE, and large round hard nipples, she held them above my mouth, controlling which part of them I licked.
“Don’t bite them, just lick and nibble them with your lips,” she instructed. This I did.
Kneeling up and moving down my body, I grabbed hold of my cock, wanking it slowly. I put the tip in her pussy and tried to push in.
“Not yet.”
The way her hand gripped my cock and rubbed it almost drove me over the edge. Then quick as a flash, she went all the way down on me, taking both our breaths away. I looked up at her, her eyes closed, hands gripping her huge gorgeous breasts, and I pinched her nipples.
“Please stop Jo, or I’m going to cum again,” I managed to gasp. The feelings going through me were incredible.
“You will wait till I have cum again,” she ordered.
I couldn’t do anything, as my hands were still tied. As she finished saying this, her body went into a shudder, her hips grinding harder onto me; I pushed as much I could, back up to meet her. The little yelps returned, and I felt my cock and balls get wet.
After untying my hands, she lay on her side, the sweet smell of sex strong in the room. I moved her leg up so I was astride her leg and entered her, pushing into her with long strokes, rubbing her clit.
“Don’t cum!” she shouted as she yet again submitted to another orgasm.
“Oh fuuuuuuuucccck, aaaahhhhhh oh fuuuuuckk yesssssssss!”
And with that she slumped back onto the bed. I pulled out of her, reluctantly, my cock now hard red and angry looking.
“Jo, what am I gonna do about this?” I asked her, pointing to my cock.
“Oh don’t worry about that,” she said. “I want you to work up a real head of steam so you will cum as hard as you ever have. Come on, let’s get something to eat.”
With that she lead me to the shower. While we washed each other off, she took me into her mouth, just teasing me. As we dried and got dressed, I looked at her. She was fucking gorgeous. How could some 18yr old girl compete with her? The simple answer was she couldn’t come close, in my opinion. Dressed in a short red dress, struggling to keep her tits and tummy in, she asked me: “So do I look ok?” I laughed. “What are you laughing at?” she wanted to know.
“Nothing, you just look so damn horny, that’s all.”
“That’s the idea, dumbass.”
She lifted her dress up just enough to reveal that she had no knickers on.
“Make sure you don’t wear socks, and wear slip on shoes, I want you to toe fuck me while we are eating.”
We sat down at the table, and ordered and talked. One of the other things I liked about her was that she was so easy to talk to, no awkwardness, or silent moments. I had never seen anyone eat a steak so erotically. Taking the moment, I lifted my foot out of my shoe and directed it between her legs. My big toe rubbed her wet pussy.
She was having a hard time concentrating on her food and keeping quiet. It seemed to do the trick though. I felt her squirm on my foot, and make an mmmm noise, audible enough for me to hear. We finished the meal and had coffee.
“Let’s go for a walk outside,” she suggested.
Well by now I was getting quite frustrated, and my hard on had returned with a vengeance. Still she obviously knew what she was doing, so I happily played along.
As we walked hand in hand around the floodlit car park, we came to a darkened recess in the stone wall. Pulling up the hem of her dress and jumping up to sit on the stone wall, she began to push two fingers in and out of her juicy pussy.
“Eat me,” she cried as her head went back, and her hands propped her body up.
As I bent down to eat her pussy once more, I could hear cars and people in the car park, and we were only just hidden from view. I couldn’t resist any longer, and so I undid my trousers and plunged myself deep into her pussy. She yelped in surprise.
“Oh yes, a little bit harder, but don’t cum yet!” she pleaded.
“Why?” I asked as I reluctantly pulled out, and pulled my trousers up.
“I told you, I want it to be special.”
Back in the room, as soon as the door banged shut, I turned the tables, pushing her up against the wardrobe, pulling her dress up over her head. Dropping to her knees, she took my trousers and pants off. Her bra came away and she folded her tits around my cock, licking my helmet as I fucked them.
She sensed that I could not resist anymore so she lay on the bed on her side again, giving me a teasing view of her pussy. She opened it with her hand. I straddled her leg, and entered her long and deep. I gave in to my own instincts and fucked her with long hard strokes.
“Cum on my tits and flabby tummy,” she gasped.
The sensations running through me as I pumped her were incredible, and I felt my orgasm rising.
Breathless now, my orgasm washed over me, making my head spin. I withdrew from her sopping pussy and did as I was told. My groin tingled with a powerful pulse, and my cum shot out. Missing her tummy, it reached her tits and neck. Falling back on the bed, I tried to catch my breath and watched her playing with my cum on her nipples and neck. She licked it off her fingers with a look of pleasure on her face.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she groaned. “Now wasn’t that worth it?”
It was difficult to disagree, as I lay there panting.
The next morning, I awoke and watched her sleeping. She looked horny sleeping, but it wasn’t just that. She was a really nice person all round, confident but not too bossy. I got in the hot shower, washing the previous night’s sweat and sex from my body.
“Good morning,” Joanna said, as she pulled the screen back, and got in the shower with me, kissing me. We both knew that our hours were numbered, as we both had to be elsewhere before 10 o’clock.
Washing each other’s bodies down, she went for my cock again, wanking it with her strong hands, making it hard again. I reciprocated and rubbed her clit until she was groaning and soaking my fingers. She turned around and bent over, looking at me with that glint in her eye. I pushed into her. It was difficult to keep my balance. She moved forward, giggling to make me withdraw from her pussy, each time I pulled her hips back.
“If you do that again,” I growled at her, “I’m going to have to punish you.”
“So what you going to do then?” she asked pushing her tongue out at me.