It's Not Cheating (5 page)

I lay down on Ben's bed naked and beckoned him.

He settled next to me, smiling. He scooted up and let me
grip him. His fingers found my pussy. Then he moved down a bit and pulled on my
leg.

 I was confused. "What?"

"A little change of position. Bend your knee up."

I did. His cock had access to my pussy now. "What are
you doing?"

"Just going to rub it without having to be on top of
you." He maneuvered his cock to my pussy.

I tensed up.

"Don't worry."

I felt him move his helmet all over my lips and clit. I
relaxed and breathed easier.

He kissed my left breast and licked the nipple.

I thrilled every time he passed his fat cockhead over my
hole. I began squirming.
I'm such a lucky woman to have a friend like this.
To have someone intimate to share this with. And I'm not cheating. I must be
the luckiest woman alive.

His cock moved around my pussy and over it. The head parted
my lips and I gasped. But it passed, leaving a trail of wetness.

I whimpered. I pushed him hard, growling lightly in my
throat. I pushed him down and climbed on just up from his erection. I stretched
my legs out alongside his as I laid down on him. I clamped my thighs on his
cock as it stood up between my legs. Then I scooted back so that the top of his
shaft was up against my pussy. I lay on his chest, clawing him and humping
furiously.

His hands cupped my butt and squeezed. His hips moved under
me and drove his shaft up and down along my opening. He was groaning happily.

Every time I lifted my hips high enough and felt his helmet
at my opening, I shuddered with need. I growled again in frustration. I lifted
up and gripped his dick, pulling it forward to be in front of me. It slid
teasingly along my slit. I gasped. Then I laid it down on his lower abdomen and
sat my pussy down on the underside of it. The helmet pointed at his head and I
slid my pussy back and forth as if gliding on a railing. My movements were
desperate.

He pulled my butt and moved his hips the little he could.

I thrust back and forth harder, grinding my pussy down onto
his hard cock. It felt on the edge of perfect. I moved faster. I scooted a
little forward so I could feel the helmet.

Ben was moaning, his eyes closed.

I rubbed my pussy over the underside of his helmet, back and
forth.

I leaned up and grabbed his cock, jacking it fast.
No,
still not perfect. More.
Still leaned up, I moved the helmet back and forth
on my pussy. The helmet parted my lips and I could feel his thickness sliding
across my opening. I was shaking. I stopped moving it and just twirled it
slowly right at my opening. It felt wonderful.

He was moaning. His hips bucked, thrusting his cock upwards.

I was holding it at my opening. The helmet pushed against my
hole, a good half of it inside my outer lips. I sighed.

Then he dropped his hips down.

I twirled it again at the opening, teasing my hole.

He thrust up hard.

The helmet pushed inside my lips again and began stretching
my hole. I moaned loud and quivered. It felt so good, so very satisfying to
feel the stretching.

He dropped back down.

My legs shook and I sat again on his cock, happy to give my
legs a rest and move back and forth a little. I was gasping. I glanced at the
clock. Thirteen minutes left. I gritted my teeth and then lifted again. I
wanted to enjoy that awesome pressure before we had to go.

He was squirming under me, eyes closed.

I positioned his cock at my hole and moved the shaft. The helmet
swirled around my hole.

He groaned and thrust up. His helmet pushed past my outer
lips with ease and right up against my hole. It began to stretch.

I gasped, feeling his fullness poking in.
Oh, yes. That's
what I need.

He dropped back down and I panted.

I moved his cock feverishly just inside my pussy lips. The
head of his cock was soaked with my juices and his leakage. It felt yummy
moving around in there.

I moved off a little and jacked him fast. I shook my head.
No,
I want to feel that pressure again. Not much time.

I lifted, moving his cock back to my opening.

That's when the mistake happened.

 He wasn't moving so I settled my weight down to feel that
pressure. Just a tease.

But he chose that moment to suddenly thrust his hips.

His helmet thrust past my outer lips and stretched open my
hole. The head of his cock entered my pussy and flexed.

I froze. My mouth was wide open.
Oh my god, no.
Penetration. But it was an accident. Just an accident. No one moves and I pull
off. Just an accident. It's barely in there, anyway. Maybe not even really
inside, just pressing.

I felt him flex. He groaned. He started to thrust.

I was off in a flash, but not before feeling the
bone-stunning sensation of his cock sliding in deeper. I sat, shaking.

He was blinking, wiping his eyes. "What?"

"It went inside. We can't do that. It was an accident,
but we can't." I was hugging myself. Lust wormed in me and made me grit my
teeth.

"Oh, sorry. I was kinda out of it."

I touched his arm. "That's okay. It's all right. But it
can't happen again." I bit my lip. "Do something for me?"

"Sure…"

I laid down and spread my legs. "Get between my legs
and tease me with your cock. Rub it all over my pussy. Tease the hole. Then
jack yourself until you finish. I want to see it."

He knelt between my legs and rubbed his cock all over me.

I sighed deeply, finally calming down. The memory of the
smooth velvet-feeling insertion toyed at my mind. I squirmed with need. It had
felt so good, even if he hadn't gotten even half in there. I moaned and lifted
my head to glance at the clock.
Almost time.
I fingered my clit.
"Jack yourself. Cum for me."

He stroked his cock, staring down at my pussy. His mouth
hung open and he had a glazed look in his eyes.

Yes, your cock felt so fine in my pussy, but we can't do
that. No more accidents.
I spread my pussy lips wide and rubbed my clit.

He jacked faster, his breath coming in pants. He started to
tense up.

I whispered harshly, "Yes, cum for me. Cum on my pussy.
Stroke it closer." I left off my clit and used both hands to pull my pussy
wide open.

He scooted closer, his helmet an inch from my pussy. He
jacked faster and then groaned and strained. His mouth dropped open and he
squeezed his eyes shut. He jerked hard and his helmet pushed inside my outer
lips.

That's okay. Just not inside.

He grunted in relief and a huge burst of hot sperm shot into
my open pussy.

I felt the scalding wetness shoot inside me. My mouth
dropped open and I moaned. Another burst shot inside me. And then another. His
cock was moving everywhere. Eruptions of sperm then splashed on my outer lips,
up on my clit, down my slit to the bed and more inside me.

I quivered, feeling both immensely satisfied and also
unfulfilled. I would need to attack Derek when I got home. I needed cock badly.

~ ~ ~

I screamed in release. My pussy was hammered forcefully and
I loved it. I gripped my husband's shoulders and shuddered violently beneath
him.

"He was inside you?"

"It was an accident." I gritted my teeth as I
grunted through my orgasm.

"How deep?"

I gasped and panted. "I don't know. Maybe a couple
inches. Maybe three before I pulled off. Four at the most."

"Did it feel good?"

I half laughed. "Yes, but it was an accident."

"You feel really wet. Was it that exciting for
you?"

"Uh, some of that is his cum."

Derek's face registered shock and delight. "Are you
kidding?"

"No, after I pulled off of him, I had him jack onto my
pussy. I was holding it open for him and a few blasts went inside."

His eyes rolled up in his head and I felt the gush of hot
sperm from my husband's cock. He grunted fiercely, flooding me with his cum. He
collapsed on me, panting. "I love you."

I gripped him tightly, still frightened at the accident and
what might have happened.
That can't ever happen again. Absolutely no
penetration.

I followed Ben into the condo.

He turned to me in the living room. "There's something
I need to tell you."

I was undressing. "Hmm?"

He began unbuttoning his shirt, but slowly. "I'm going
to be going on a short vacation tomorrow."

"Oh? Boo."

"Well, it's not just that."

I stopped undressing. "What is it?"

"Cheryl's ex has been bugging her. Begging for her
back."

"Uh oh?"

He took off his slacks and sat on the couch. "I'm
taking her to get married tomorrow. I'm hoping that ends the pressure he puts
on her."

A cold feeling washed over me. "Oh. Does that
mean…"

He looked down. "I'm here today for you. For us. But
after…"

I felt the loss. "No more kisses?"

He stood and came to me, taking me into a hug. "Not
after today. I can't."

"But it wouldn't be cheating…"

"Cheryl wouldn't see it that way."

"But—"

"Everyone's different, Elizabeth."

I shook in his arms.

"Do you still want to go back to the bedroom?"

"Yes. If this is the last, we might as well enjoy
it." I wanted to cry.

He led me back to the bedroom and gently laid me back on the
bed. He settled beside me and kissed me. Moving my leg, he repositioned himself
as he had the day before. He moved his cock around my entrance and I sighed
with need.
What was I going to do when I couldn't kiss him?

He teased my clit and parted my pussy lips from the side.

I pulled on him. "Do something for me."

"Yes?"

"Lay on me. Tease my opening that way. I want to feel
that pressure again."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded desperately. "Please."

He said nothing. He just climbed over me and settled down.
His cock pressed against my pussy.

I spread my legs out wide and shifted my hips up so my pussy
was in line with his erection.

He pressed slowly, moving the head into me past my outer
lips. It pressed against my opening.

"Right there," I said.

He stopped.

I relaxed.

We kissed and it was perfect. His mouth to mine, and his
cock in my pussy – or almost.

I moaned with happiness, with need, and with the longing I
knew would be accompanied by the slamming of the door on our kissing. My hips
moved lightly. I tried to keep them under control.

He gasped, moving his slightly, too.

The head of his cock moved back and forth inside my outer
lips, butting up repeatedly against my opening.

The delicious repetitive pressure built an enormous coil of
tension in me, twisting and turning with need and ache. I groaned loudly and
pulled on his butt.

He was panting, trying to hold back.

I could feel my hole stretching open.
That's fine, it did
that yesterday. We're still okay.
I pulled harder.

Ben gasped and his hips began moving. The head of his cock
pressed into and out of my opening, a little deeper.

That's sort of inside… Maybe I should say something.
But the pressure was exquisite. I groaned louder and pulled harder, my hips
moving faster. I couldn't control it.

He sighed and moved his hips against mine. He would push as
I raised. When he pulled back, my hips dropped. His cock slid farther inside my
opening with each thrust.

I tried to slow down. Finally I gasped and laid still.
"It's sort of in there."

"Oh, sorry." He pulled back a bit, leaving a hole
of emptiness where the head of his cock had been.

"That's okay. It wasn't as bad as yesterday."
And
yesterday had been an accident. We're okay. I stopped it.
I panted and
squirmed. "Okay, stick it in a little again. Just be careful."

I felt the push of his thick hard cock into my pussy. My
hole began to stretch. "Okay, stop. Right there."

"Okay." He shifted around on his elbows to get a
better position. His cock pressed past the opening and slid inside a little.

I moaned out with need, quivering with lust.

He immediately pulled it out. He said, "Sorry. It's
kind of hard to keep it in the same place."

"That's okay. It was an accident."

I felt him press his cock back into me and push against my
opening. I felt myself stretching. My hips bucked, and he slid in past the
opening. I dropped down, frustrated. It was hard not to move.

He tried again.

This time, I raised my knees all the way back so I wouldn't
be tempted to use my feet for hip leverage. That was a mistake.

When he pressed, I felt his cock slide easily into my
opening. It stretched quickly, allowing his cock to slide past and in.

He stopped, but he was already in. He was as deep as the
previous day.

I held my breath and sighed out slowly. I tried to stay
still. Then I convulsed to a spasm of lust. My pussy moved upwards and his cock
sank in more.

I clawed the bed and groaned. "No, pull back. Pull
back."

He slid out.

I gasped and laid my legs down. "Okay, legs in the air
is a bad idea. Just lay on me and kiss me. Put it at my entrance."

He scooted down a little, aiming his cock into my pussy and
pressed it so it was just nestled in the outer lips.

"Yes, right there. Now kiss me."

We kissed, desperate and deep. His hand roamed up and down
my naked breasts and he broke the kiss to lick and suck my neck.

I was moving. I couldn't help it. My hips bucked up and
down. His cock moved against my opening and created the most aggravatingly
wonderful sensations.

He began moving too, groaning with lust. His cock pressed
harder, stretching my opening. It slid in a little.

I panted, pulling on his butt to keep him inside.
That's
okay, it's not deep. We're not fucking, just teasing.

He was moving, his cock sliding in and out at the opening.
The head pushed in the same distance with each thrust.

Yeah, that's not bad and it feels good. We can do this.
I groaned, my body shaking out of control. I pulled harder on his butt again.
My hips bucked up. His thickness stretched me a little deeper.

I sighed with tension and satisfaction. The pressure felt
wonderful. I wriggled my hips and felt his shaft slide in deeper, causing new
sensations of stretching and fullness.
Oh… so good.

He was panting, his hip movements becoming more erratic. He
jerked convulsively and his cock slid in deeper.

Oh, fuck, this is where it was during yesterday's
accident, but it was an accident.
I let out a long, shaky sigh.
Feels so
good. Maybe I'll just enjoy this for a moment.
I squirmed underneath him
and his hips moved. With each little movement, I felt the thickness banishing
the emptiness. It was fantastic. My pussy clamped hard on his cock inside me.

He groaned and thrust.

My eyes popped open and my mouth fell in a wordless gasp of
surprise. His thickness slid in, moving in with force and need. My ache turned
to pleasure and my pussy relaxed and welcomed the thrust.

He was in deep, and still pushing in. His back humped up,
his hips tilting, driving his penis into me slowly.

My pussy clamped, and then clamped again.

He moaned with fever and thrust hard.

At the same time, I cried out with need and pulled on his
butt, lifting my knees high and wide. He was almost there; almost to the point
of perfectly banishing that maddening hollowness in me.

His thick erection pushed in. Very, very deep.

Oh my god. Too wonderful to stop. Can't stop. More!
I
groaned out, whimpering, pulling, and lifting my knees all the way back.

He let out a long sigh and then began pulling out.

No! No, please. Wait… I want to feel it.

He thrust back in slowly. Then moved a little, his cock
teasing my depths without being as deep as before. He looked delirious. I felt
delirious.

I grunted, pulling again.

His cock sank in deep again, refilling the previous depth.
That's when I realized I felt his crotch firmly planted against mine. Lights
flashed in my head. Tension rolled up my arms and legs. I pulled more and
squirmed my hips. I felt the helmet deep in me, moving around as I squirmed. It
was fantastic.

I knew I had failed, but the failure was so good.
Is this
how it was on Lifetime? Aren't I supposed to be hearing saxophones and crying?

He panted and began moving. He leaned down and kissed me.
His cock slid in and out and my pussy welcomed him.

I totally lost it with the kiss. My hips bucked up to his
and we fucked with an insane lust.

I'm now a married, cheating whore. And what's worse, I
love it. I've ruined everything…

My pussy wasn't listening.

Stupid pussy!

I groaned in the kiss, more and more lights flashing behind
my closed eyes. His cock drove into me over and over, all the way in. I was
gasping, beginning to sob with the feeling of finally getting satisfied.
"Oh yes… Oh yesss… Do it… Fuck me, Ben…"

He growled and began driving harder. His erection filled and
emptied me over and over, tightening the threatening coil within me.

I fucked him back shamelessly.
I'm a fucking whore.
Tears leaked out my eyes.
Why is something so wrong, so good?
An
explosion of tingles, tension and terror overcame me. I cried out, my body
convulsing hard with the orgasmic release of so much sexual lust. Terror
flooded me that the convulsions might kill me. I had never felt an orgasm so
hard.

He cried out above me, filling me completely. His hips
ground against mine and I felt a huge blast of hotness deep inside. He grunted,
then another blast. He kept grunting, driving his cock as far into me as he
could. Wetness increased so fast in me that I felt gushes begin running out of
my pussy.

I was coming off my orgasm. I laid my head back and moved my
hips as fast as I could. Ben was cumming in me and I wanted it all. My pussy
milked him, sucking the life out of him until he collapsed on me in the perfect
union of friendship.

Why did I have to fail?