Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories (2 page)

She began to climax he could feel the muscles being to tense as she shuddered, pressing herself against the cold tiles, her tits rising to the chill.

He slid out of her ass and washing his dick lifted her leg, driving into her puss as her tits rocked and he slapped her butt cheek making her moan with pleasure. Another orgasm wracked through her as he once again felt his own cum begin to rise. Faster and faster, his balls slapping against her cunt, he pumped, roaring as he let another load of creamy spunk go, pulling out he spurted all over back, holding his dick to steady the stream.

The warm water, washed over them, lovingly they kissed, and cleansed each other. Standing under the jet of the shower just holding one another, neither of them wanting this afternoon to end.

Finally after what seemed an eternity she got out of the shower, wrapping a large towel around herself and another around her wet hair. She knew she had to make herself up and look as if she had done nothing but shop, he knew he had to do the same, another busy day at the office.

She dressed, applied her make up and dried her hair, he watched her in the mirror wanting to just take her again, but the clock was ticking and they knew they couldn’t. She sat with a lump in her throat, fighting back the tears that welled up and caught in her eyes, one fell, a huge drop bounced down as he came to embrace her, holding her face and kissing the tears as they fell. He felt the same but couldn’t let himself cry, if her did her would never stop.

Silently they held hands and hugged, she refused to let him take her back to the station – it would hurt too much and so together they once more took the lift to the lobby. Once outside they hugged, kissed as if they would never stop, and then suddenly she moved away. Held his hand and then let go, not looking back she tossed her hair, she looked so confident walking away head held high and yet for those walking towards her, they saw a woman, tears streaming down her face as if her life had come to an end and her heart was breaking.

He stood there, watching her leave, his lip trembling trying desperately to hold back the tears. He loved this woman so very much, it took all his power not to run after her and run away with her into the blue.

Her phone beeped – she was sat on the train waiting for it to leave, she begged it to hurry up as she wanted to get off and never get on again.

“I Love you,” said the text, nothing more nothing less – she knew it was true and as the train lurched she knew they would be together again… Soon.

He rode down the highway, the hot wind on his tanned face, content in the feel of his Hog underneath him. Free from the constraints of the city at last, he was free to indulge in whatever came his way.

His life at home was good. Was always bustling and busy, his sex life was mediocre though. He oft times craved something more. Even though he dearly loved his sweet wife, there were just some things a man did not do to/with his wife. So when he would go on business trips, he would seek out diverse pleasures of his own design. Instead of taking a company car or jet he chose to don his leather chaps, black leather jacket, and ride his big Black Harley. He relished the feeling of freedom it gave him, and enjoyed the feel of total power it afforded him. He loved the way the hot sun felt upon him, and enjoyed the way the wind felt on his baldhead when he didn’t wear the helmet. He had concluded his business in San Jose, had picked up a woman in the Bar at the hotel, and had taken her roughly, thrusting into her over and over again, but somehow it wasn’t enough. Although he came, it still left him feeling unfulfilled. He wanted something more, but was unsure as to
what.

He had one more stop to make before heading back home. On the way to the proposed meeting, he stopped in the early morning at a small diner on the scenic route to the city. It was small and cozy, a kind of Mom and Pop type place, the kind where you always found good food, and even better coffee. He got off his ride, took off his leather jacket, took off his skullcap outside the main doors, and took a seat at the counter. He smiled at how full it was. That was a sign of good food. He got his coffee and sipped on it in pleasure. It was a comfortable place where he sat easily and relaxed, his booted feet up on the old-fashioned pipe foot rest under the counter. He took note of how the place was set up, and noted how clean and presentable it was. He took in the Native American artifacts that adorned the walls, the pictures and the tapestries. He noticed a picture behind the counter centered in the middle of a large P.O.W. flag. The picture was of a group of soldiers, and with them was a Lady. She had a marvelous smile, and seemed happy. She was dressed nicely, and had a soldier on either side of her smiling for the camera. One knelt in front of her, and she had her hands on his shoulders. He took in the Cherokee colors on the Medicine wheels, and Dream Catchers that decorated the walls tastefully.

He took an unaccustomed interest in whom he took to be the owner/manager of the place. A tallish, dark skinned, larger lady, with an authoritative demeanor. She moved with a confidence and air that he liked. Yes, she was definitely Large and totally in Charge. She bustled about giving instructions to some people behind the area where the kitchen was, and spoke to many of the patrons, laughing and teasing, and they in turn seemed to love her. One man waved as he left and called out, "See ya later, Mama," and in turn she blew him a kiss as the rest of the patrons chuckled or laughed.
  She had sable hair that at the moment was worn pulled back in a very long ponytail, long and lush. She had large breasts that moved sensuously under her T-shirt. Her hips were large and firm looking, perfect for a man to hold on to during some wild fun, he mused. She came behind the counter and took the money as a customer paid his bill. She smiled and chuckled at something he said, and that’s when Mike noticed the smile. This was the same Lady that was in the picture, a tad older, but still a pretty Lady. Her eyes were all business, and when she went back into that mode she was a person to not be trifled with. He decided that he liked this Lady.

A younger man entered, and something said Hype all over him. Nervous, antsy, sickly looking, he had all the classic signs. He approached the Lady and asked if she had any left over food he could have.
  She took in the runny eyes, the sallow skin, and the long sleeves despite the already sweltering heat. When she spoke it was with a hard line attitude, and straight-forward manner.

"What will you do for me if I do choose to feed you? You willing to work for it, Boy?"

The kid looked at her in confusion. "Well, I dunno. I didn’t really count on doing any work."

She smirked at the kid. "Let me see your arms."

He hesitated, and asked nervously, "Well, what do you want to see my arms for?"

She shrugged, "You wanna eat, let me see your arms."

Another young man sitting in a booth behind him quipped up, "If he don’t want the job Ma’am, I
do
! I’m willing to work for some food." She looked at him, turning slightly in Mike’s direction, and Mike could see cold Cat green eyes, the kind that could look straight through to a man’s soul. The young man stuck both arms out so she could see them. He turned them over so she could see all sides. She looked at the calluses on his hands, and the dark tan on his face and arms. This one was used to a good day’s work. To him she said, "You go into the back right there and tell Bubba to give you a cup of coffee and some rolls, then you take all of those crates of produce in the back and put them in the cold room. Stack ‘em up right, and when you get that done, you come see me, ya hear? If you are still willing to work, I have more things for you to do. And for this, you will be paid cash."

"Yes Ma’am!" he said with a huge grin and hustled off into the back.

To the hype she said, "I want you out of my place, and don’t bother coming back in. If you cant face life straight Boy, you’ve got no chance at all, and I ain’t wastin’ my valuable time on a no account that can’t work for something as important as food. I’m a business woman, and I don’t have the time or patience to waste on the likes of you."

The little man bristled up, and when he began to get look like he would get boisterous, Mike placed his feet flat on the floor. If things got ugly, he would have some fun before going to his meeting. But he wanted to see how the Lady would handle this first. If she needed help, he’d be more than happy to take the trash out for her. The hype began to get nasty with the Lady, but her expression never changed once while he called her a half-breed Bitch, and other things. She told him, "Get out of here, Boy. Now. Or your worthless ass is going to spend a night in jail."

She turned her back on him, and made to leave. The scene moved in slow motion for Mike at that point as the hype said, "You fuckin’ Whore!" and grabbed for a ketchup bottle with his right hand. Mike was on his feet a second later.

Suddenly, as the hype had the bottle raised above his head in strike formation, two things happened. One, the Lady’s right hand whipped out and took him by the windpipe, and two, she applied pressure. He struggled to breathe as cold eyes regarded his face. Her eyes narrowed, and Mike saw something there he had only seen in his fellow Veterans, a cold fire burned there; he knew that feeling of adrenaline that was pulsating through her veins at that very moment. He smiled, for he knew the Lady liked it, as there was a familiar gleam in those green eyes. Eyes that were like Emerald Ice.

A chill of heat raced down his entire body without him really knowing why.

She told the kid in a voice low and menacing, "Unh uh, don’t you dare drop that. SET it down. It has a function, you do not."
  He slowly lowered it to the counter as he tried valiantly to not pass out. Mike chuckled to himself as he saw her lips curl slightly, and she leaned in close to say, "I could rid the world of just another bag of shit, but you’re not worth staining my hands over. And I got better things to do."

Mike came up behind the kid and grabbed him by the scruff of the neck in one of his large hands. Mike muttered, "S’cuse me Ma’am." He locked eyes with her for the barest of moments, but something passed between them. She inclined her head as if to say proceed, and she released the kid. He dragged the kid to the door, opened it, and went outside. He threw the hype down none too gently, and told him if he wanted to make it to the next day, he had better not come back. He stood and watched as the boy walked off to get into a car with some other people, and headed down the road. When he came back inside, he went back over to his seat, where he found his coffee cup refilled, and a piece of homemade Dutch Apple pie sat waiting for him. He didn’t get to see the Lady before he left, but he wanted to for some reason.

As he rode toward his meeting something kept stirring inside of him, and he actually got a raging hard on. He shook his head, not being able to figure out where that came from. The boring meeting wore on, and by dinnertime he was starved. He made a decision, and headed back down the highway to the small diner. He stepped inside and noticed that she was still there. She looked up when she saw him come in. A slight smile crossed her face as he grinned boldly at her, and took the seat he had had that morning. He turned over the cup in front of him, and she filled it. He got a good look at her then. She had changed the clothes she had been wearing that morning, and was now wearing a low cut white shirt, her large soft breasts showing nicely. Round and firm, he mused. Her long hair was piled up on top of her head, and she smelled like shampoo and Roses. She smiled as she noticed him boldly looking at her big titties.

"What can I get you, Sir?" she said in a voice now as soft as smooth silk, very slight southern accent. He decided to see her reaction so he stated, "Well, if I can’t have you at the moment, I guess I best eat, huh?" He looked her in the eyes and smiled.
  She chuckled as she wrote down what he wanted to eat. The food was good, and in large quantity. As he ate he watched other people come and go, took in her quick smile and easy going manner with her customers, but he knew there was something else inside of her…something that she kept hidden, something raw and hot. He knew a passion brewed just slightly under her skin, a passion no one else probably knew of.

He took his time with his coffee, and when all were gone in the front, he tapped his cup with the edge of his knife to get her attention. Her eyes hardened a tiny bit at being summoned this way, but she brought the pot and refilled his cup, then set it back on the heater.

As quick as a rattler striking, he reached out to grab her right wrist as she reached for his plate to remove it. He gripped it in a vise-like grip, and held it hard enough to be very firm, but not inflict a great deal of pain. She gave a tiny gasp of surprise, then he saw it! The reaction he was looking for. Her eyes narrowed and went completely hard as he looked into her eyes. There was that cold fire again, and a rapt defiance of "How the fuck
dare
you touch me??" and he was certain that she would strike him. In fact, he raised his head and prepared for her left hand to lash out and slap him silly. He almost dared her to do so with his attitude. For a scant second he expected it, and just as he thought she would, he leaned over and began to nibble/bite the inside of her wrist right on her pulse line. All the while still looking deep into her blazing eyes. He kissed the pulse there, licking it with just the tip of his talented tongue up and down the blood engorged vein, stroking it with a small amount of pressure there, and watched her eyes. He was telling her that he had the Mastery over her, but that right now trust was a huge issue between them both. He also wanted her to know that pleasure would be hers that night. He released his grip slightly on her wrist, and continued the kiss the flesh there softly while caressing her forearm and hand smoothly. Her breathing escalated, and it made her large breasts move within her shirt. He saw her nipples harden, and his cock began to do so as well.

They never said a word, but the look between them spoke volumes, and he relished the look in her eyes, the look of desire and hunger. She could have easily slashed his cheek with her fingernails, but instead she lay her hand on his cheek there. He kissed her palm, and drew his tongue up to her fingers. She shivered slightly, closing her eyes for a scant moment as he tongued the area between her fingers, the sensitive flash there at the base of the fingers. Obviously it had been a long while since this Lady had any passion, he noted. A noise in the back made her straighten, and she swallowed hard. He in turn, reached over and took a sip of his coffee as if nothing had occurred. She turned away and went into the back for a moment. He could hear her speaking to someone in the back area. She came back out and went to the front door, turning the closed sign in the window. She looked at him, and on unspoken consent, he got up to follow her out the door.

When they got to the darkened parking lot, the full moon was just cresting over the hills, and cast its light on the valley below. She walked a tiny bit ahead of him heading for her car. He reached out and yanked her around to him, and took a hold of her, pulling the small clamp comb out of her long hair, letting it cascade down her back. He ran hair hands all through it feeling its richness, and smelling the clean fresh scent there. He kissed her deep and passionately, holding her body tight up against him, and felt her responding to him. His tongue dueled with hers, and she suckled on it. His hands roamed her body; her back, her sides, her titties, ran his hands down her thighs, ending up clutching her ass tightly in his large hands. She in turn dug her fingers into his back, dragging her nails down from his shoulders to his ass. He bit into her neck, sucking the flesh there hard as his hands kneaded her ass. His hand smoothed her hair, took hold of it again pulling her head back to look at her. She gasped out, but it was in pleasure, not in pain. She mmmmm’ed like a big cat, and brought her fingers around front to pinch on his nipples as he gripped her hair. He felt his cock grow rock hard. This Lady knew how to give it out as well as take it, and he liked that idea.

He took her mouth again, then broke the kiss to bury his face in her cleavage to bite and suckle on the warm flesh there. Her soft moan filled his mind with passion and heat. He stood up and fondled her breasts for a moment, as he took in the scent of her body, the natural smell of a woman, rich and heady. He took her hand and pulled her over to his bike. Once she was on, he turned toward the desert. They rode for a few miles in the darkness, the breeze cool on heated skin. She ran her hands over his thighs as he drove, and reached around to caress his pecs, and to lightly thumb his pert nipples under his t-shirt. He spotted a turn off, and went down the dirt road. He stopped in the inky blackness, and stepped off. From inside the saddlebag he pulled out a poncho liner, and spread it on the ground in the moonlight. He turned swiftly to her before she had time to know what he was about. He yanked her to him to crush her lips to his, and heard her gasp of passion. She growled, and returned the kiss with equal passion. He was surprised when she bit the side of his mouth hard enough to make it hurt.