Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories (3 page)

"You beautiful fucking bitch," he muttered in admiration as he looked into her eyes. He grabbed her hair back exposing her neck, and sank his teeth into her neck to suckle and bite there. She cried out in pure passion, and dug her fingers into his muscular arms. He roughly squeezed her tight ass, feeling the flesh mold under his fingers. Her mouth found his neck and shoulder where she bit and licked. He shivered as gooseflesh coursed down his back as he felt her warm, wet, tongue run the length of his neck. He yanked back and pulled her down on top of him on the liner, his hands mapping out her body. He tugged off the t-shirt she wore, and grunted in pleasure at the sight of her full large titties. She in turn pulled open his vest and began to mouth his nipples through the material as her hand stroked his rock solid cock. He pulled her over so that she was completely on top of him, and reached around her so that he could remove her bra and let her large globes fall free. The nipples grew stiff and taut in the coolness of the desert night, and she sighed in pleasure as he suckled them into his mouth, flicking them roughly with his tongue. She arched her back as he sucked, as her pussy tingled and throbbed in anticipation.

He warm hands found the nice large bulge in his jeans, and here she rubbed firmly feeling it pulse and throb under her hand. She sat up on his crotch, and made him sit up as she pulled off his t-shirt. She smoothed her hands over his hairy chest as a purr of delight escaped her throat. She bent to suck his nipples, and playfully nipped hard enough to make him yelp as she chuckled. He pulled her off of him as she laughed in delight to pin her beside him. He undid her jeans and yanked them off. He kissed her belly and marveled at the softness there. He loved the feel of a big woman, and felt his cock harden to its capacity. So soft and warm she was, so wonton and ready to be pleasured by a man who knew desire. His hands smoothed down her body as she moaned softly. He bit the insides of her thighs, and she cried out in pure pleasure as his teeth nipped the tender flesh there. She rubbed her hands over his bald head as he sucked on her skin there. She gently urged his mouth down to her sweet spot, where she wanted his mouth the most.

He moved swiftly and covered her pussy with his mouth wide open to suck her in. She yelled out as his hot moist tongue attacked her blood-engorged clit with all his might, flickering it back and forth, side to side, and in deep hard circles. She pushed her pussy up against his mouth as the first orgasm rocked her entire body, and she yelled out her delight to the desert sky. She put her hands on his head and ground her pussy up against his probing tongue some more; it seemed like she could not get enough of this man. His hands slipped under her full tight ass, and he lifted her ass slightly as he ate her pussy like a man starved. He squeezed her ass cheeks tightly with his gloved hands. He bit down firmly on her clit, and her body jerked in passionate response. He rose up and in the bright moonlight she could see his face glisten with her love juices. She moaned again as he began to remove his clothing. He stood and took off his vest and shirt, then unzipped his pants for her. She sat up and gently pulled his jeans down to his ankles. Underneath them he wore a pair of silk boxers, and she rubbed her face all over the front of them, feeling the moist spot where his pre-cum had seeped through the material. She grinned up at him and mouthed his hard cock thusly. He wound his hands in her silky hair as she mouthed his cock. Her mouth felt wonderful as she did this.

She reached around him and cupped his tight ass. She gently pulled down his boxers, reveling his throbbing hard cock right there in front of her face. Not being able to go slow she groaned at its size and girth and began to kiss it, lick it and lap at the hardness there. "Ahh God," he breathed as her mouth engulfed his cock head and began to bob up and down on him.

He shoved into her wonton mouth for a few scant moments, he was afraid to do it too much, for he feared he’d explode in that fabulous mouth. She had a suction like he had never know before, and she was a true cock sucker; a woman who didn't just Suck a cock, but one that made love to it. She truly enjoyed what she did. She ran her tongue the entire length of that throbbing cock, and took his balls into her mouth gently. She squeezed his ass as she did all of this, and the sensations were mind-boggling. She did something unusual; she licked at the very based of his cock…the place where it joined the torso, flicking her tongue all around the base of his cock with her pointy tongue, and he flinched in pure pleasure. No other woman had ever done this to him, had never sucked his meat with such abandon before.

He pulled back away from her, afraid that her wonderful mouth would make him spurt his cum all down the back of her throat. He lay down beside her and said, "Fuck me, Baby. Take that big ol’ cock. Take it all you want. Fuck it hard and good."
  He lay back and she growled out animal-like as her mouth assaulted him again, getting him sopping wet. He groaned out as she did this. She moved up and thrust herself down hard on his cock as he head it up for her to take.

"Oh my God!" she yelled as his thickness filled her pussy up. She slowly ground her hips in a tight circle, relishing the feel of a hard cock inside her starving pussy. ‘Ohhh Honey, sooo good!" she moaned.

He grasped her hips and shoved up into her as she came downward. Her nails dug into his chest as that delicious euphoric sensation filled her body and mind.

She began to hump on his cock, loving the sensations it was causing her. Harder and harder she rode, twisting, thrusting, pounding. So wondrous were these feelings after being without for so long. Her pussy poured out sweet cream as she came small at first, then the feeling built and grew. She wanted that all mind consuming huge orgasm that burst behind the eyes and left you weak and breathless, and she was determined to have it. She looked down at him and taunted him, "You like that hot cunt wrapped around your cock, don't you Baby? Like to feel it gripping you like a hot glove, like feeling me fuck you like a whore in heat, don't you?! Admit it, tell me!"
  She said as she ground her pussy down on him hard and tight.

He groaned out, "You Know I do, you hot bitch. And you love it too."

He brought his hand down on her tight ass and she cried out in pleasure. He moved swiftly to his left, dumping her on the pancho, and before she had time to recover, he brought her ass up in the air, and rammed his rock hard cock as deep as he could inside of her. He bottomed out, and she cried out as it hit the cervix a little. He moved out and slammed back in. He grabbed a handful of that long silky hair and drove into her as hard as he could, then began deep hard strokes while she yelped out in pure pleasure. She had her head down on the liner while he held her hair with one hand, had his other on her tight ass. This he brought down on her ass smartly. The slap was loud in the still desert night, and it excited both of them to no end. She groaned loudly as he pounded her pussy. He stuck his middle finger into his mouth as far as he could with his half gloves on, moistening it. When he slammed into her again, he slipped his finger into her tight ass all the way down to the glove.

She yelled out with sensation and that's when her pussy clamped down on his cock like a silken vice! So tight her pussy gripped that he felt like he was fucking a sweet virgin. He growled out and began to fuck her as hard as he could. The sensation on his cock was more than he could stand as she yelled out, "Fuck me you big bastard! Take that pussy! Do it, do it!!!!"

She screamed as she covered his cock in hot steamy pussy juices over and over again. She rutted back on him, pounding her pussy against him like a wild mare in season, and he shoved into her harder than he had any woman in his life. He felt it building, rushing forth like a volcano it came. When he exploded inside of her, he dug his fingers into her back as hard as he could, bruising tender flesh, but neither cared at that very moment. All that mattered was that blissful, heart stopping ecstasy that accompanies a marvelous mind blowing cum!

He slumped down on her back, but she did something surprising! She pulled away from him and whirled around, taking his still spurting cock into her mouth and began to suck with that Hoover-like mouth of hers. Before he knew what was happening, he screamed out again as another orgasm tore through his body. He put back his head and roared out as his white hot cum was expertly sucked out of him. He fell backward, arms extended at his sides as he gasped for air, and the world stopped spinning. This was what he had searched for, searched for a very long time, and he finally found it.

He heard her chuckle somewhere close beside her. "Sleep for a while, Steel Horse Rider. Night is young yet, and I’m not through with you by a Long Shot," she said as he felt something creep around his ankles, securing his feet wide apart. She licked her lips lecherously. He raised his head to see her tying something around his ankles. He just lay back and grinned. He thought, " I’ve found a wild woman in the middle of the desert…."

He was on his way to Washington, DC, to meet up with his high school sweetheart. They had broken up after their first year in college and had only seen each other a few times in passing, exchanged Christmas Cards and eventually found an e-mail connection.
A year before he had been in DC and had a few too many drinks. He used the loss of inhibition to go the Capitol Hill Kinkos, rent an hour's time on the internet there and write her a long missive. It was thinly disguised as an admission of confusion. He told her that his wife was bisexual (quite true) and that he wanted to provide her with another woman in their bed. It was a long e-mail and a bit rambling after several beers and many shots of tequila, but she got the point.
She wasn't ready yet to admit even to herself that she might enjoy the favors of another woman, especially one she had so much reason to be jealous of. This woman had the first, and maybe only, man she had ever loved. He had come back into her life maybe a year before that when he had sought her e-mail address out through friends and family and struck up a relatively innocent conversation.
They had even met once when he was at a conference in her hometown. They had made a lunch date and she had even changed the sheets on her bed and fixed a nice curry (something he said he liked). When she picked him up at the conference center curb, they barely had time to greet, as the traffic demanded that she move on quickly. She offered him lunch at her house, but he shyly declined, suggesting that he didn't have much time. Instead she took him to her favorite Mexican restaurant where they had salty margaritas on the rocks, another thing they had admitted to sharing a taste for. They had not yet admitted to each other that most of their communication was really just a series of sexual innuendoes.
The lunch went well and they parted with a hug, but nothing untoward happened. He had brought his wife with him and her husband had not yet moved to his new job in another state. As horny as they both were for one another, they did not speak directly to it. After the Capitol Hill Kinkos mail missive, their discussions had gotten a little more direct, but even this trip was not being touted as a sexual liaison, though how could either of them imagine otherwise?
He picked her up at the airport in an inordinately large car... a huge black Lincoln Continental... not his normal style at all but when the rental agent told him they were out of SUVs and Pickups, he took this. He was a burly man and used to the head and leg room of a pickup truck. The Lincoln was a bit ostentatious but the large leather bench seat and adjustable steering column had possibilities that he didn't allow himself more than a passing thought of. Later in their relationship, this would come to be an inside joke when discussing whether a car had enough "headroom" or not. There was a warm hug and an awkward sideways kiss at the gate and they walked out to the parking lot chattering nervously.
She was very nervous but eager. Her marriage had been fairly bad from the beginning and the last few years had been dismal. She had kept her figure and most of her youthful energy but her husband was a workaholic, often a jerk, and always a prude. He had quit enjoying himself any way except through financial and business success many years before and he had always found sex "messy". He didn't really seem to like the blow jobs she loved to give and he definitely didn't like it when she climbed on top of him and fucked herself to oblivion, finishing with waves of gushing orgasms. If he let her do that, he always went straight to the shower afterwards and insisted on changing the sheets right away. This man she was meeting had been her high-school sweetheart. He had been a real enigma... a man-boy of sorts... physically and intellectually beyond his peers but very shy and quiet. There were rumors in the high school that he was a narc, a young cop undercover... but she knew that not to be the case. He had his own reasons for staying out of the drug scene, but they didn't include being a snitch. There were also rumors that he dated older women, twenty somethings that he worked with at the radio station where he had his own nighttime rock show. Also a young divorced waitress who liked to go out dancing at the country bars. When they got together, he never let on about this and aside from being a really good kisser and ultimately a great finger-fuck, she couldn't tell how much sexual experience he had. She had always wished he had been more demanding sexually, asking her to give him a hand-job or even a blow-job, something most boys would get around to asking for pretty quickly. But he had been too polite, too undemanding, yet had fucked her sweet little cunt silly with his fingers every time they had enough time and privacy. He had been quite the enigma.
On the ride into town, she slid close and used the center seatbelt, just as they had in high-school. She fondly remembered how he would always end up in her shirt and her jeans when they went to the drive-in movie. She loved the way his calloused palms rubbed her nipples roughly through her cotton tops and bras and how he eventually managed to work a hand up under her shirt and under those confining bras she had to wear to get out of the house. Most nights, his hands would also make it into her pants, unbuttoning the top button of her corduroys and sliding the zipper down. Kissing her deeply, his hands would slide over her satin panties and gently caress her mons and tease at her labia and clit through the material. She remembered being so hot for his hands but afraid to let on to him what a sexual creature she was. She kissed him hard and deep and didn't object when his hands roamed. He seemed to take this as enough encouragement to continue until he had one or two fingers in her slit, rubbing over her clit and eventually plunging deep into her hot pussy. She was embarrassed but could not help grinding up into his fingers. She would always come as quietly as possible, shuddering and whimpering, trying not to be a total slut. He would hold her until she gently removed his hand from her pants and rebuttoned them, preparing herself to return home.
He watched her as they drove, enjoying how assertive she seemed to have become. It was her idea to sit next to him and she placed her hand on his leg as she sometimes did when they were in high school driving back from dinner or a movie. He knew from their e-mail conversations that she really did love sex even though she had been very conflicted in high-school about it. There had been no overt talk of this being a sexual liaison, just innuendoes and assumptions. They were meeting up to "catch up" on twenty years. They hadn't told their spouses what they were doing. He had booked a B&B for them, which pretty much obviated any pretense of a room with "two queen beds" or whatever. They arrived just before dinner and declined the host’s offer of wine and cheese with the other guests. They begged that they had both been on the road all day and just wanted to turn in early. He hoped this meant to her what it did to him.
After laying in their luggage, they clumsily decided to sit on the love-seat and pretended to some small talk. After 5 minutes of this, she took his hand and looked into his eyes and said, "I want you to kiss me." He did not hesitate and the first kiss they shared reminded him of the hours and hours spent kissing in high school and during his several visits to her college during their first year apart. She tasted the same (wonderful!) and her kisses were more assertive and hungry but otherwise nicely familiar.
She knew he was shy despite his breaking the ice with that e-mail of a year before. So she took the initiative with that first kiss. His response told her that she needn't have worried. He was as hot for her as she was for him. She let her hand wander to his cock stretching his jeans, something she had only allowed herself once or twice in their youth, fearing he would find her too "brazen". If she had only known. He thrust up into her hand and she knew then she was going to enjoy him thoroughly tonight. He deftly scooped her up and carried her to the bed, fully clothed. He pressed his body down on hers with another long, deep kiss, this time, his hard, hot cock pressed into her thigh. He sat up long enough, astraddle her legs, to help her remove her top. She was not wearing a bra. Her tits were not as firm and pert as they had been 20 years before but they were still full and ripe and the nipples were larger and harder than ever, especially at this moment.
Straddling her, looking down at her milky-white body, naked from the waist up, her long, dark hair splashed wildly about her, he was very glad he had looked her up on e-mail, visited her, sent her that long exposing e-mail, and now made the effort to meet her for a weekend. The soft light coming in through the windows was perfect to show her best features. He could feel her squirming gently under him, trying to grind her mons into him in some way. Later he could tease her, now he just wanted to please her. He rose up off of her as he removed his own shirt and she placed her hands on his chest. He moved one knee between her legs and ground into her cunt with his thigh. She arched and pushed back, moaning slightly as her fingers rubbed across his nipples. They fumbled at each other's pants in this awkward position and eventually, he got up and helped her strip her jeans from her body, leaving only the dark outline of her panties. He helped her off with her socks, pausing to gently caress her toes and the palms of her feet. They were tiny, he didn't remember ever touching her feet when they were together... his foot fetish was aroused.
After he helped her strip her jeans off, she sat on the edge of the bed and helped him by finishing unbuckling his belt and unzipping him. She could feel his hard member through his jeans, pulsing with hot blood. Her appetite for cock was enormous but she was still afraid he might find her too bold. She needn't have worried as he leaned into her, letting the warm bulge hover an inch from her face. She took the hint and locked her teeth gently around his shaft through the material. He arched, moaned and squirmed as if to cause her to swallow his cock right through his jeans. She took that hint as well and helped shuck his jeans to his knees. She re-locked her teeth onto his cock through his cotton jockeys, smelling and tasting his richness for the first time. She could feel a slick spot through his shorts where the eye of his cock was oozing precum. She loved the taste of cum and her husband had all but denied her this pleasure for decades. Aside from the very occasional peccadillo on the side, she had not really been able to enjoy this obsession she had with sucking cock and tasting cum.
He was amazed at how deft she was with her tongue and mouth. She had all but told him that her husband didn't like to have his cock sucked and had only admitted to a few side affairs over the years, all fairly brief and not terribly satisfying. So how did she learn to suck cock like this? She was a natural! He tried to step out of his jeans without unlocking her mouth from his cock and she took his squirming to mean something else... something much better than just freeing his ankles from his pants, she took it to mean he was read to remove his pants and shorts and stick his cock all the way down her throat. She pulled his shorts down, locked her mouth over his cock and ravaged it while she helped him get free of pants and jeans. The rough handling that came with this made him almost come. He didn't want to come so early as he was afraid he would not regenerate fast and wanted to show her a "very good time" first.
She was so happy to have his cock in her mouth that she forgot all of her inhibitions and once he was free from his pants, she pulled him back and down over her onto the bed. He was practically doing pushups on the bed with his cock down her throat. She had never had enough cocksucking practice to deep-throat him but fortunately his cock, though ample, was not a monster, so when her gag-reflex stopped his cock from going past her tonsils, it was still mostly in her mouth. She wanted him to pump into her mouth, to fuck her face, but despite losing most of her inhibitions was still afraid of what he might think of her if she made him do that.
He was shocked enough when she mouthed his cock through his jeans and then when she took him directly into her mouth, but when she pulled him back down onto her as she lay back and his cock sank nearly to the hilt in her mouth, he was totally amazed. This was the shy little girl he used to finger-fuck in the car after hours of careful foreplay? As she hit the bed, his cock head hit the back of her throat and she made a gagging sound. He was sure she would pull away, maybe even be mad at him. Instead, he was amazed that she seemed not to mind, she almost seemed to like it. He carefully rolled to the side so that he was not pile-driving his hard cock into her throat, as much as he would have loved to fuck her throat like a cunt, he didn't want to hurt, scare or offend her. There was plenty of pleasure to be had without the pleasures of rough face-fucking, he was sure.
He rolled over away from her, and she was afraid he was going to pull out and not let her suck his cock anymore. This is what her husband would have done and despite having had a few other experiences wasn't sure that real men really did want to have their cocks sucked hard and deep. The stories she read in magazines, books and online suggested otherwise, that real men liked everything from being tied up and sucked dry to taking their woman's head in their hands and thrusting into their mouths until they spewed their loads down their woman's throats, enjoying the waves of constriction caused by the woman's swallowing as fast as she could. These two images seemed kind of excessive but she had to admit that they excited her too. Returning to the moment, she sucked hard and stayed with him as he rolled to the side. She knew he was very careful and polite and maybe was just trying not to hurt her. His cock hitting her tonsils *had* surprised her but had not hurt or offended her. She was surprised that gagging slightly on his cock had turned her on rather than off.
He was amazed at how she managed to keep his cock deep in her mouth with suction alone. He was a big man and she was fairly small, so it was easy enough for him to roll all the way to his back with this wonderful little succubus attached by the mouth to his cock. Once on his back, she proceeded to suck greedily at his cock, fondling his balls with both hands. He felt like he was ready to blow and did not want to waste his hard cock on her hungry mouth, as much as he really wanted to just let loose and spew down her throat. Out of about a dozen women he had had in his life, he only had one who really liked the taste of come and a couple who were polite and willing to let him come in their mouths without making a big deal out of it, so he was also careful not to offend her by spewing into her mouth. To avoid this, he pulled her off of him, loving the sound of her mouth as it smacked and popped off the head of his cock. She resisted him a little but he was much stronger than her and had no trouble removing her from his cock. The increased suction and the abrupt feeling as she popped off his cock was so nice, he almost put her back on again so he could experience it one more time.