Confessions Of A Cheating Wife

“You know,I think you like the risk more than you like my cock,” he teased as si stripped before crawling to straddle his lap.

I could feel

His cock, thick and hard through his pants as I grinded against him.

“Impossible.,” I breathed out before dipping down to meet his lips in a kiss as he groped my bare tits.

“There’s nothing I could love more than your big, thick cock,” I confessed, earning a soft chuckle.

“O yeah?” He asked his fingers undoing his pants in between tracing my pussy lips over my panties.

“Nothing?”

It was true.

I was completely enamored with his dick.

Sure, it was ridiculous, but we had agreed to no growing feeling between us. I had not agreed not to fall for his cock.

I moved allowing him to get himself before kneeling before him.

Let me show you,” he said as I watched him ease back in the chair to give me room.

With a wicked grin, I held the base of his cock tight, my fingers wrapping around him, my thumb brushing against the sensitive underside. I listened to the sharp intake of his breath knowing he could feel the heat of my breath, the wetness of my tongue, and it was driving him wild.

I slowly leaned in, my lips parting, my tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precome that had formed at the tip. He tasted like salt and don. I could not stop the moan that escaped my lips and vibrated through him.

His hands fisted in my hair almost out of reflex. His grip tight as i began to move exactly how i knew it loved. My mouth wet, sliding up and down his length, as my tongue swirling around him. “That’s it baby,” he cooed in a low pant telling how much he loved the attention. “Show me how much you love my dick.”

My hand moved in tandem with my mouth, as my fingers stroking him as they met my lips as I took him deep.

He moved in the chair giving me tell tell signs he was close. His hip thrusting upward in time to my mouth. I could feel it in him, the building, the pressure, the pleasure, the need as his velvet cock grew even harder against my tongue as the base struggled stiffly as he bucked against me. He was close.

I increased my pace, my mouth moving faster, my hand stroking him harder. His breathing ragged as he pulled my hair to see me worship his cock like the Dec hod I knew him to be. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze and winked. It was far from subtle and the last thing his wife would have ever have done, earning a gruff groan. It was all I wordlessly needed to communicate that I wanted him to come, I wanted to taste him, i wanted to make him lose control.

And he did.

I listened as he walked through the house following my trail of clothes that lead to the bed room her shared with her.

Slowly the door opened for him to find my naked on his bed, legs spread 2 fingers deep.

“Sorry I started without you,”l I breathed out as my hips moved in response to my touch.

I watched as a slow devious grin played upon his lips.

“So impatient,Mrs Gault” he teased as he stripped of his clothes.

“And where is Mr Gault tonight?” He asked as he dropped his pants to revel his cock hardening before me.

“At home with the kids. Doesn’t expect me back for a few hours so plenty of time to have some fun,” I said I watched him stroke his cock twice before crawling in the bed towards me.

“I’m going to send you home with my cum dripping down your thighs,” he promised suggestively as he gripped my thighs, pulling them apart before lapping along my wet pussy with a groan.

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Sweet Corruption

How wonderful it is to wander in this valley of sweet corruption. Where fingers walk between the banks of a flowing river, and lips taste the nectar of summer peaches, left to ripen in the sun.

I knew he hadn’t listened when I told him.

“A picnic,” I reiterated without telling him with who or where.

“Have fun,” he called from his recliner as I laughed knowingly and stepped out the door.

It was an hour later, on a private piece land outside the city , sun dress discarded, legs spread wide in the hot summer sun with Rob’s tongue fucking me as I sighed with delight.

Oh… yes.

And it wasn’t just thrilling — it was wicked.

I remember the way my pulse wouldn’t slow, how every touch felt sharper because I knew exactly what I was carrying with me. The secret. The risk. The delicious possibility that he might notice something different — a taste, a scent, a shift in the way I moved.

I had barely been in the shower when my husband appeared out of nowhere where pulling back the curtain announcing her was home early. He launched into his lame flirtation as he pulled me out, barely letting me dry off as he lead me to our bed.

I soon found myself, laying there, legs spread with my still sex swollen and deliriously sore pussy from a rare night with my “friend” on full display as my husband kneeled while telling me he dreamt of this on the plane ride back to me.

I laid there, pretending innocence while my mind replayed what had happened earlier… it made me bolder. Slower. Hungrier.

I was terrified he’d figure it out.

And the thought that he might?

I had barely showered. I was certain that there no way he could not taste his cum, especially after the amount of times my friend had finished in me.

That made it burn even hotter.

There’s something intoxicating about being eaten,….fucked… and still carrying the echo of someone else.

It’s reckless.

It’s dangerous.

It’s the kind of secret that makes your thighs press together when you remember it later. Even know is barely there details of the event I find myself getting wet as i remember pulling him up for a kiss, part wanting to taste my friend’s cum on his tongue and the other part dreading it.

Sigh…

I suppose I’ve never been very good at resisting temptation whether it be a friend with benefits or my husband’s poor timing….especially when it tastes like sin and it makes my heart race and my pussy wet😈

One we both laughed at as he explained blow jobs did nothing for him.

It was the same lie mixed with a line in a vernal attempted to appeal to a girl’s ego.

It was only as the snow continued to pile up as the wine bottles were emptied that he confessed how his girlfriend hated oral.

Both giving and receiving.

Who is like that?

It didn’t take much for me to find myself, blouse open and on my knees sucking is needy cock as he moaned so loud I was certain the neighbors could hear him.

He was easy to please and hungry for every lap of my tongue.

Every hollowing of my cheeks as I sucked while pulling almost off him.

Every wet slurp I made as I passionately made out with his cock.

“I’m going to cum.”

His voice was panicked as he tried to slow my rhythm in an attempt to prevent the inevitable until he lost control.

His body trembled as he let out a low moan mixed with my name as his cock swelled and jerked against my tongue.

I swallows hard trying to take as much as his cum as I could I between continuing to suck every ounce of frustration and neglect out of his body.

His cum dribbled down my chin, neck and on to my fingers as his fingers tangled in my hair. His hip thrust upward involuntarily as he fought weakly to still my sucking his cock even harder as the pleasure became too much.

I wanted him like this.

I wanted him crying out from the pleasure that boarders on consuming him whole.

I wanted him to remember how I brought him to his knees with pleasure.

I wanted him to crave this moment again.

“Fuck,” he cried out as he came again.

But I just continued working his shaft as I sucked the head of his cock. I kept swallowing with each jet of cum against my tongue he gave me until he finally stilled.

I met his wide eyed freshly fucked gaze as I slowly pulled off his semi hard cock with a pop.

He watched as I licked at his cum thst had ran down my fingers before giving him my most innocent of grins.

“You’re delicious,” I whispered to him before crawling upon his beat up couch next to him……