Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories (19 page)

Shane looked thoughtful for a moment then he wrapped his arms around me tighter. “I don’t know what you want to do about your husband, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, but I am crazy about you Alexis. I have been for ages. I just never thought that you would ever give me a second glance, as for work … well I’ve always wanted to christen that office of mine……and yours for that matter. Now as for where we go from here…..” He glanced over at me and wiggled his eyebrows and moved off the bed. I giggled as Shane pulled me up and carried me into the bathroom. “I think that this is a good enough place to start.”

As we stepped under the steaming hot running water of the shower together I knew that things had changed not only between us but everything had changed. I knew from now on that I wasn’t going to live like I had before. Shane had shown me that there were life- altering experiences out there, my eyes had been opened to it now, this would be the beginning of a new chapter in my life, the awakening of Alexis.

"Come on Lilly, I don’t have all day." I looked at my beautiful toddler with frustration because she was intently trying to stuff a quarter in her pocket, and she would not move any farther until she had accomplished this goal. I wanted to get to the store and home before the ice storm, which had been forecast to hit within the next couple of hours. I had been unreasonably grouchy today for some reason; maybe because it was coming up on a full moon, maybe because the next door neighbor had just started on a career of drum playing or maybe because I had not had sex in 3 weeks. When Lilly finally achieved her mission she hopped into the car and I strapped her into the car seat.

I heaved a big sigh and walked around to the other side of the car, carefully getting in so as not to cause any further pain to the left side of my body, which had been badly bruised when I fell on the ice after the last ice storm, two weeks ago. I sighed again as I started the car. Why was I so unsatisfied? I had every kind of physical comfort and was not lacking for anything except my man. He was still gone and I had no idea when I would see him again because of stupid military bureaucracy. I had a brand new car, with a sun roof, a beautiful home and any time I wanted to I could go out to eat or fix a meal of my choosing without having to worry about how I was going to pay for it. We were financially better than we had ever been and little Lilly sure was a sweetheart; she made me laugh all the time now with her antics. She was really a good girl most of the time.

As I backed out of the driveway, I smiled and waved to the neighbor, wanting to ask her if she knew how long her son was going to keep it up on the drums. I started thinking of the relationships I had experienced in my life, my vehicle almost automatically taking me to my destination. I reached up to turn on the Queen cd and started listening to "Bohemian Rhapsody." My reflective reverie was interrupted by the sound of my little girl singing "Mamaaaaaa...oo..oooo..ooo" along with Queen. "What a girl," I laughingly thought to myself. "They singing mama," she informed me knowingly.

I pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store and noticed that there were a lot of people out and about. Everyone must have had the same idea, to get to the store and stock up. I pulled in next to the cart corral and Lilly immediately noticed the bus cart. Though I dreaded the thought of pushing that behemoth around the store I knew that I would never hear the end of it if I denied her heart’s desire to ride in the beast. You have to choose your battles. I would prefer to wrestle a shopping cart the size of a small vehicle through the aisles of the store rather than listen to her incessant prattling whines as to why she could not ride in the bus. After all, she wouldn’t understand if I tried to explain to her that mommy has depth perception problems and fears running into things and people. She would not care that mommy does not want to be the loudest shopper in the store because of the amplification of the mini-bus wheels. The things we do for our children.

I loaded the water jugs into the cart, got Lilly out of her car seat and in the shopping bus and headed for the store. Why did I have to notice so many good-looking men tonight? Everyone was looking at us and smiling; they must have all had children of their own, I assumed. I felt a little sense of camaraderie with the woman pushing the shopping police car, which carried three little boys. "At least I only have one," I thought to myself with relief. Then my breath caught in my throat as I saw him. It was Stone Adair. The last time I saw him was 1993. Oh my God, I had such a crush on him back then. The first time I met him was on the volleyball league we had joined in 1989. I was 23 and he was somewhere between 18 and 20. I thought I was so much older than him back then. Ironically, my first daughter was just about the same age as Lilly when we had met. He looked better than I had even remembered him. He is the type who ages well. "Let’s see," I thought, "he must be in his late 30's." Tall and lean with sandy brown hair and mischievous eyes. He was by himself and he really had hardly changed at all in the last 14 years.

I spoke to him. "Stone, do you remember me?"

"Linda? God, you haven’t changed a bit. No, wait...you look even better than you did last time I saw you! Who is this?" he asked.

"I Lilly," my little girl retorted. "That’s my mommy." She looked at me and then back at him, missing nothing.

"How are you doing Stone?"

"I just got divorced," he said.

"I got divorced in 2002 and now I am re-married."

We talked like this for about 20 minutes until I realized that the sky was really starting to get ominous outside. I told him that I was very glad to see him and asked him where he lived. When he told me I could not believe my ears. Come to find out he lived on the same street as we did. For some reason that thought sent chills up my spine. I shook his hand and could feel longing in his touch as he smiled at me and said goodbye. He said, "Sometimes I get so lonely since the divorce."

Then I did something that I thought I would never do. I told him, "Remember when we met at the grocery store back when Katie was this age,” pointing to Lilly. "I so much wanted to invite you over to the house to help me with my volleyball skills."

"I almost followed you home that day," he responded.

The rest of the shopping trip was a blur for me. I wanted him so bad I could feel my desire in my stomach and between my thighs. I knew that he wanted me too. It had already started to ice when I got to the car and I noticed that there was someone sitting in the car next to mine. It was him! My legs were shaking with anticipation at the thought of what I knew was about to happen. He rolled down his window and said, "Would you like me to scrape the ice off your car while you warm it up?" I looked at him and told him that I would really appreciate that. I watched him; his lean frame and soft, boyish face were titillating my senses.

"There you go," he said when he was finished. "Let me follow you home so I know that you don’t get in trouble on the road."

"O.K," I said, knowing that he was following me home for more than that.

The road was really slick and I was extremely glad when I pulled into my driveway and opened the garage door, relieved that I was finally in the shelter of my home. I got out of the car and waved at Stone as he drove past my house. I was in a state of anticipation, knowing that I had not seen the end of him.

I went about my usual tasks...getting Lilly out of the car and the groceries out of the trunk all the while thinking of Stone and how much I wanted to see him again. I put the groceries away and got ready for my favorite part of the day; Lilly’s nap time. I read her a couple of stories and as soon as I knew she was going to succumb to sleep I headed downstairs to make a fire. After lighting the fire, I lay on the couch and watched the ice softly beating down on the window and covering the trees with a beautiful silver winter blanket.

There was a knock on my door. Knowing intuitively that it was Stone, I went to the door with a pounding heart. He held my ice scraper in his hand.

"I forgot to return this," he smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, thank you...I wouldn’t want to be without it next time I ventured out," I responded. "Would you like to come in for some coffee?"

"That does sound awfully tempting," said his words while his eyes said, "I want you more than words can express."

Leaving his shoes and coat at the door he followed me up the stairs. I got the coffee ready and we chatted some more. I asked him if he would like Bailey’s in his coffee and he told me that would be wonderful. I told him about my fall on the ice and he said that he had become a physical therapist after leaving the army and would I like him to see if he could help get rid of some of my pain. Shyly I said, "Please do." We went downstairs and I showed him where it hurt. He told me that he knew some great techniques and asked me if I would like to lie down.

I was full of anticipation and my body was responding to just the thought of his touch. As I lay down in front of the fireplace he softly whispered, "You are so beautiful. You don’t know how many times I have thought about you over the years." As his hands started softly caressing my side I looked at him and told him that I had wanted him since the first time I laid eyes on him.

Giving up all pretense he moved his hand to my neck and lifted my hair. He bent down and softly kissed my neck. I breathed in a deep sigh of longing and contentment. At this moment in time I needed him more than anything and I was in heaven. He started kissing my earlobe and sucking on it. As he did this he put his hand inside my shirt and softly but firmly caressed my back, my shoulders and my neck.

He brought his lips down to the small of my back where my pants met my shirt. Raising my shirt, he slid his tongue across my lower back and up my spine. My desire was mounting with every touch. He lifted off my shirt and unsnapped my bra. Gently lifting me into his lap he removed my bra and cupped his hands over my breasts. He played with my nipples with his fingers while his tongue and mouth played with my neck, shoulders and earlobes.

I turned myself around to face him. Smiling, I put my arms around him and kissed him deeply. Our eyes were closed and we were lost in that kiss for what seemed like an eternity. When we came up for air we were both breathing heavily and we could feel our hearts beating as one. He playfully asked me if my side felt better. I told him that I did not feel any pain in my side but that I was aching somewhere else. He asked me where I was aching and instead of telling him I lifted his hand and placed it between my legs. He whispered, "I have some therapy for that too." Then he grabbed my hand and pressed it between his legs. I could feel his swollen member through his jeans.

I wanted to set it free. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and reached in to feel the warmth of his thick, hard shaft. I was a hungry animal; I roughly pulled down his pants and started rubbing up and down on his penis with vigor. I got on my knees and with my hand wrapped around the base of his shaft I bent down and licked the head of his penis. I could taste pre-cum as I teased the head with my mouth. I wrapped my right hand softly around his balls, rubbed my left hand up and down in a rhythmic motion and licked the head circularly with my tongue.

I did this for a while and then when I thought he was getting used to my technique I changed it and swallowed him whole, sucking greedily. He winced with pleasure as I continued to latch on to his cock with my mouth while I alternately squeezed lightly on his balls and then firmly grabbed his ass.

"Oh my God," he gesticulated and moaned. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and tore them off with my underwear. Flinging them aside, I got on top of him and guided his throbbing member into my tight wetness. I pressed my breasts into his chest and kissed him passionately as I rode up and down on him with force.

"Mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmmm. Yes, God yes," I cried. I put my hand to my swollen clit and started rubbing it greedily as I continued to ride him, though not as forcefully as before, but methodically. I made myself cum this way and as he felt my juices being released and my pussy starting to spasm he could not contain himself any longer. He grimaced and grunted with pleasure and I felt his hot cum squirting into my body.

We laid there in ecstasy for quite some time, not able to move. Finally I said we should get up so Lilly would not find us like this. He reluctantly agreed. We got dressed. As I pulled on my jeans I felt some of his cum sliding out of my body. We smelled like sex and we were both more than satisfied. "I have a confession to make," he told me as he was getting ready to leave. "I'm really not a physical therapist."

I laughed and said, "Well you sure gave me some good therapy!"

As he opened the door to the storm outside he looked at me with amazement and said, "We will do this again."

"I know that," I replied as I gave him a hug and a kiss and told him to be careful in the ice. Closing the door I sighed with contentment and smiled to myself.

“Shit!” I thought as I opened the front door. I knew I should have looked to see who it was before I opened it. Don’t get me wrong. Kat would be welcomed in most homes…and usually was. I had avoided her for the most part because she was usually in heat. Not that that’s a bad thing. But I was married and wasn’t interested in making any more problems than we already had.

We met Kat thru some other friends. She had moved down here from New York to get away from a bad lifestyle. She had been in the drug and alcohol scene and hadn’t quite grown up enough for adulthood and was struggling to keep herself afloat. She had been here for about a year and had finally gotten on her feet enough to move out of our friend’s house and start living on her own. Unfortunately she had moved into my neighborhood, renting a room with three other people. She often visited us and we chatted about lots of stuff.

It’s not that I didn’t like her but it seems she always turned the conversation into something sexual. She would make comments about her sex life, or lack there of, almost as if I should do something about it. Why hadn’t I? After all she was a very hot girl of 24. About 5 foot 5. She had a little meat on her bones, but not quite what you would call a bbw. She had large breasts and she often showed them off in the tight low cut tops she wore. They were very inviting to say the least. She had thick black hair that was a little longer than shoulder length.

So, what was my hang up? The marriage thing was the first place to start. Although, that didn’t seem to stop my wife. She had a little affair a few years before. Well, perhaps it wasn’t so little. It lasted five months. She confessed it to me and we sort of worked through it. Although, we had a pretty good relationship since, things in the bedroom were pretty much dead. When we were intimate it was very vanilla and boring. Very little foreplay, and nothing close to what I wanted. We had talked about it but she just never got into it, which pissed me off because she had the affair.

We had been going through a rough time lately and it seemed we were fighting all the time. She decided to go visit her mom for the weekend and take the kids with her. I had two jobs and needed to stay behind and work. I didn’t really take it as opportunity knocking when I opened the door to find Kat standing there. There she was, her tight low cut top looking oh so fuckable. Without thinking I invited her in. and we made small talk a bit until she asked where my wife was. I told her she was away for the weekend. I couldn’t believe I had told her that. I could already see the hint of a mischievous smile form across her lips. It didn’t take long for her to make a comment about not finding any decent guys around here. I decided not to fight it and joined her in the conversation.

She went on about not getting any lately and she was starting to get a little desperate. Not sure if I should have been offended by the comment but since we weren’t doing anything but talking I snickered on the inside. She told me she had a guy at work that had been hitting on her but he was married and she wasn’t sure she was interested in something like that. She paused and looked at me for a reaction. I almost felt like this was a set up. If I agreed with her assessment off screwing a married man perhaps the conversation would steer elsewhere. If I said anything other than that, would I be playing into her hands? Oh the games we play with our minds. I mumbled something about playing with married men not really encouraging it but not so much discouraging it either. I wanted to see how far she would go. She went on to some discourse about not really wanting a boyfriend type relationship but really needed to get laid. She had a friend that was in the same position and had hooked up with a married man. There was no real relationship just sex. And that’s what Kat wanted. A guy she could fuck when she needed without any strings.

I was sitting there listening to her and I noticed her nipples had begun to perk up a bit. I stared without knowing it just long enough to feel a stir in my shorts. As I looked up, she smiled knowing full well what I was looking at.

“So, what do you think?” she asked.

“You find the right married guy that is only interested in a little nookie on the side and that can trust you to just want the same thing without jeopardizing his marriage and I suppose that can happen.”

“Is that something you could do, have a little nookie on the side?” she asked with a grin.

I was almost shocked by the question. But then it was Kat. I shouldn’t have been.

“Perhaps if I thought it was totally safe and I thought I could trust that person.”

“It’s not like I have a whole lot to lose,” I thought.

She could fuck around on me and then not be interested after I had tried to put it behind us. The thoughts of all these things were swirling in my head.

She then asked, “Can you trust me?”

I thought a second and answered, “Yeah I think so, you haven’t done or said anything to make me think otherwise.”

That seemed to be the answer she was looking for. She leaned over to me and placed her lips to mine. Her tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth almost immediately. It didn’t take me long to let any inhibitions I had go and just give into the feelings of arousal I was having. My hands traveled up the side of her body and began to caress the underside of her breast. I forced my tongue into her mouth and we began jousting with our tongues. We continued to kiss for several minutes letting our hands roam a bit over each other’s bodies. We released lips to take in a breath and I fondled her tits. She lifted up and off her top to expose those braless breasts. My fingers went right for her already hardening nipples. I pinched them lightly and rolled them in my forefinger and thumb. She leaned in and kissed me hard again and placed her hand down to my groin.

She found my already hardening cock and she immediately slid down between my legs. She took my shorts and underwear off and grabbed my dick and placed her mouth over it. Waves of shear pleasure gripped me just as I felt her hot breath on my member. She wasted no time sucking me hard and stroking my shaft. Having gone so long without any action at home I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer at this pace. Then she hit my button. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Her free hand went to my balls and squeezed them. There was an immediate rush up my shaft and I felt my hot load of cum pump into her mouth. I looked down as she looked up with her eyes wide from the surprise. She hungrily sucked on my swollen dick until she was satisfied she had gotten it all. She licked the tip teasingly.

“I’m sure we can get it hard again,” she said with a smile.

When she stood up just her tits alone was almost sight enough for me to begin to get me hard again. She lowered her shorts and revealed her shaved pussy. It was already glistening with moisture and I couldn’t wait to taste her. I sat up on the couch and pulled her close and rubbed her slit. Her knees buckled a bit, making the slit wider. I used my fingers to rub at her moist area and licked it off. I moved off the couch and let her sit down. I knelt down and went right for her opening. I ate her snatch like there was no tomorrow. My hands were all over her ass and cunt opening. Her first orgasm was almost as fast as mine. She moaned loudly and I felt her body tense. There was a small discharge of liquid from her honey pot. This excited me more as I eagerly lapped the dew from her hole and sucked as much out of her pussy as I could.

She was still very sensitive to my touch so I kept at it. Alternating between licking her clit, and fingering her tight box to rubbing her clit and tongue fucking her. On one occasion while my hand was all over her ass she bucked and my finger inadvertently brushed her ass hole. Her reaction was one of pleasure and so I let my hand wander further south and rubbed her other tight opening. She placed her hand on top of mine and pressed me harder into it. I pressed my middle finger harder onto the opening.

“Fuck yes, put it in,” she begged.

I worked at the hole and slid my finger inside it slowly. She pushed herself down and forced me deeper inside her. I licked her harder and I could feel her body shake as her second orgasm hit. Her discharge was about the same and again I hungrily ate it. I kept fingering the inside of her ass and licking her box. I let my tongue drift farther down and licked the outside of her asshole. This sent her bucking more.

“Fuck, where have you been?” she screamed. “Oh shit…that’s fucking good, lick there.”

 Her hand went to her clit and rubbed herself. The sounds she was making and the reaction of her body had gotten me back to being hard as a rock. I stood up and lifted her legs. She grabbed my dick and stuffed it in her hot pussy.

“Com’on baby and fuck me! O shit yes, pound my pussy.”

She reached through her legs and grabbed at my balls.

“You know I will shoot my load if you do that.”

“Then I can suck your cock and make you hard again.”

As she grabbed at my balls she informed me she’s not done. As I was pumping her pussy, trying not to cum so quickly, she was telling me how she wanted me to blast my jizz on her tits.

“Then I want to make you hard again. And I want you to take this throbbing piece of hot flesh and fuck my tight little ass.” 

She knew that excited me and felt my nuts tighten. She sat up and grabbed my shaft and stroked me hard. She looked up at me.

“Mmm yes give me that sweet cum of yours. You know you want to cum on my tits, don’t you?”

I didn’t have to say a word as she grabbed my balls again and my knees buckled. I placed a hand on her shoulder to steady myself as my second load of the evening splashed across her large hooters. She giggled as she kept stroking me and rubbed the head of my cock across her nipples to wipe my cum on them. Kat purred like a little kitten as she continued to work my shaft slowly and rub my warm juice all over her chest. She sat back a bit to give me a good view. She looked up and saw I was pleased.

“You liked that huh?” she said with so much lust.

“Fuck, yeah, but I’m thinking how good it’s going to feel in your ass. ”

She obviously liked that response as she went on to lick the underside of my dick. She rubbed the shaft lightly and then let her tongue trace down to my balls. It’s just one of those things with me, it’s my hot button and she seemed to figure it out quickly. I liked the way she would stop licking long enough to tell me how she can’t wait to feel it in her tight hole. Already excited about what I was about to experience coupled with her lusty comments brought my prick back to life. I took my hands and placed them on the back of her head and thrust deeper into her mouth. She let me fuck her mouth until I was good and hard again. She was rubbing her hot box and making the most wonderful sounds.

She got up and turned around and positioned herself over the arm of the couch. Her ass was sitting up and she reached back and parted her cheeks for me. I leaned down and licked at her a bit and then worked my middle finger back in. I worked it around and then rubbed a second finger in to open the hole a little more. Kat was rubbing herself and moaning and purring. I stood up and she looked back to watch me place my member to her tight ass. I placed my cock head at her opening and began to work it in. Her lusty comments spurred me on and I pressed harder as she pushed her body back.

My head slipped in and she pushed hard against me and my shaft was enveloped into her tiny butt. She was so tight and I was enjoying the moment.

“O Fuck that tight ass, you make me feel like such a slut.”

I thrust hard into her and she squealed and squirmed with delight. My own lust had gotten the best of me.

“This what you wanted tonight, to be someone’s slut? You can be my slut anytime.”

“Fuck yes.”

I could hear her breathing heavily. She was finger-fucking her snatch and I feltl her body getting rigid.

“Cum again for me. I wanna feel you cum with my dick in your ass.”

Kat let out a long loud growling moan and I could feel her whole body shaking. I pumped her harder out of my own excitement and the sound of her orgasm triggered something in me. I began to moan myself.

“Cum in my fucking ass”

That was all I needed to hear. My load filled her inside. She rocked back and forth in lust milking the last bit of cum I could release. She stood up and I placed my shirt on the couch so she could sit down. She licked and sucked my purple head. We collapsed against each other and just panted a few minutes.