#cheatinghusband

My husband said the only way I was going to have an orgasm would be a ruined orgasm. He told me I needed to hump a piece of furniture in our house and edge for 15 minutes. After the 15 minutes was over, I was allowed to get to the very start of an orgasm, but as I started to cum I had to stop completely and then spank my clit 3 times for being so selfish about my own pleasure. All it did was make me more horny and needy for my husband.

She doesn't suck him for long before he makes her stop. I assume so he doesn't cum. He lays her back down on the bed and starts eating her pussy again.

I'm just left there sitting by myself, they have literally forgotten that I am even there.

She starts moaning like crazy again, this time I can hear that he is fingering too. I can hear him sucking and slurping her pussy and her getting wetter as he fingers her. I can her silhouette squirming and bucking wildly and she is getting louder and he starts fingering her faster and then I can see her juices flying as she screams. He keeps going until there is nothing left. I have never heard or seen anything like it.

He crawls up beside her in the bed and grabs her in his arms and holds and kisses her. They just lay there for while like that. My nipples are so sore at this point and the couch is now wet. They have been at it for over an hour.

She gets up on her hands and knees and he gets behind her. He kisses her pussy before he started to slide his dick in her from behind now. Her huge boobs are swaying back and forth. He started out slow and then was slamming himself into her so hard she was screaming into the bed and. He then stopped and slowed right down again. This went on for awhile as well.

After awhile if that he kneeled down and ate her pussy from behind. He ate her out until her knees gave out and she collapsed on the bed. Again, she came multiple times. They both crawled up in the bed and got in each others arms and laid there and kissed. The kissing and whispering went on for a little bit.

She then got on top of him and slide his dick inside her. I could see her shadow on the wall and knew her huge tits were in his mouth. She started bouncing on him and her tits right along with it. He was moaning, she was moaning. My 29yr old co worker was riding my husbands dicks.

She was bouncing and grinding on top of him, he was grabbing and squeezing and sucking her tits. They were kissing and fucking right beside me. Their moaning got louder and louder. He grabbed her and held her tight to him and moaned and grunted I knew he had just shot his cum up inside her. She then started grinding wildly on him and started orgasming too.

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI !, smut w/ fluff + angst, porn w/ too much plot, reader is a #loner like myself, age gap (readers is in their early 20s), cheating , suggestive, mentions of shane, lori, etc , somnophilia, slight obsession from reader (theyre just a lil yearner), confused lovers,

pairings: s2!rick grimes x gn!reader - s2, ep4

word count: 2.2k

songs I listened to while writing: the lakes, illicit affairs, visions of Gideon, your best American girl, crush, the river ...

a/n: this is my first time writing smut in a while so pls, dont judge <_>. i personally really like this fic (kinda proud of it) so i hope you guys like it! i left the ending ambiguous but if people want a p2 i might consider doing it. also finally proof read LOL. confirmed series <3

moodboard - p2 - p3

You didn’t belong. You never really had and even as the world came to an end, you still couldn’t fit into the group, even at the stakes of your own survival. To the group you were seen as weaker, you knew how they thought, had been with them so long to know exactly how they were thinking and for some, it made them feel inferior, leaving them to disregard you when it came to group conversations and more.

The only person who had ever had your back apart from the family you had lost so early on was Jim. Back in Atlanta he had been like a brother for you, somebody you could always rely on but, he had gone too, just like they all had. But lately, you had found yourself coming into conversation with Rick a whole lot more than you had used too.

Since your arrival at the farm, Rick had come to acknowledge you more. You still found it hard to understand why but, you weren’t unhappy with the change, far from it in fact. It was nice to have a man like rick looking out for you, an older authorial figure, it was comforting, a feeling you hadn't felt from anybody in a long, long time.

And as ricks life slowly began to unravel around him, there you were, looking to him with them deep set of eyes. You were a temptation he knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist for long, not with the stress of what Lori and Shane had been and not with the pressure on how a leader should guide his people instead of continuing to let them down, again, and again.

On the days where the refuge of the farm had gotten too much to bare, you found yourself nearing the swamp, never too close to the walkers but close enough to hear the calming sound of the stream. It wasn't as if anybody would notice your disappearance on camp anyway… to them, you were invisible, an extra mouth to feed and you hated how it had started to make you feel, so much so you were genuinely starting to consider the offer Shane had placed infront of you a few days prior.

You spent most your days on the farm drowning them out, sitting by the stream writing whatever you could in your journal. Recently, the pages of your journal had only been on Rick... little poems on how sweetly he had spoken to you, quick sketches of his face peppered with salt and pepper stubble as the sun set on the farm… you knew it was silly and most of all, you knew it was wrong. But, could anybody really blame you? Rick was a handsome man and there was no harm in fantasising a little, right?

but it wasn't just a fantasy.

Rick had began to notice your drifting away from camp, disappearing in the early mornings or into the late hours of the night. But this evening after Lori had finally decided her secrets were worth telling, he acted on impulse, needing to clear his head and walked down to where he knew you would be hiding.

The snap of a twig in the growing darkness of the greene’s woods made you jump, clutching your well-used pocket knife in your twitching hand as you turn, heart racing faster than it had in months.

‘only me darlin’’

rick says gently, making you aware of his presence as he moved slowly towards your smaller form, not wanting to scare you. A hint of a smile finds its way onto his face, just noticeable in the only light of the moon creeping through the tree branches.

You sigh softly, letting your grip, still held tight, against the ruggedness of your pocket knife drop inside your pocket, closing the journal which lays beside your feet and beginning to stand. He looks even more beautiful in this lighting and you hate yourself even more as you are already making a mental note of this image of him in your head, stored away inside your brain for the nights you want to get off to something you wished didn't have to be somebody already claimed.

‘I know , I shouldn’t be out here… I'm sorry’

You already begin to apologise, a common habit of yours seen already from Rick at camp. You're not able to meet his eyes, to ashamed from what you were just thinking and instead, move o return back to camp. However, he stops you, reaching out and taking your smaller hand in his own. He’s surprisingly warmer against your numbed skin and the feel of another’s skin against your own is foreign but, nice. He lets his thumb move against the skin, just below your own ever so softly before meeting your eyes and gently, taking his other hand to cup your cheek, providing more warmth for your bleak skin.

For a second, Rick dosen't think about Lori. Or Shane. Or the family that he had here. The only thing that can form inside Rick Grime's head is how it finally felt to hold your face in his palm, how it had felt so right. The amount of nights he had imagined himself doing this, letting his thumb graze against your lips and taking you right where the both of you stood. What scared him the most was that he nearly had.

‘should be gettin’ back to camp, t’s dark.’

With that, he drops his hand, retreating the piece of flesh as if it has been burned to the touch and placing it back into his warmer pocket, retreating away from yourself. before the silence between the two of you is broken by the sound of your voice cutting through it.

‘i'm leaving rick.’

You announce, leading the man to turn back, right eyebrow slightly raised in confusion as his eyes skim over your softened features once again, taking them in as the seriousness of your words slowly start to sink in.

‘shane wants to go and- and so do I. I don't belong here rick, y’know that better than anybody. i'm causing problems and you, you don’t need that, not from me, not now’

You admit, words slightly hoarse as they come out your throat but still, you hold your ground. It was the right thing to do, you were sure of it and you knew that deep down, he was too. You couldn’t continue to stay in a place where you knew you weren't welcome and stirring problems... it would never work out for you, you didn't expect it too, Not when the man you loved too dearly wasn't yours.

‘don't be tellin’ me what i need y/n, you dont- you dont have to leave, especially with- with Shane. You aint cousin' no problems, not for me.’

Rick begins to explain, words coming out a little more frantic than he had hoped they would as he found himself placing his own hand across yours again, eyes focused to your face once again. If anybody was causing problems it was Shane, he should be leaving by himself, not dragging you down with him. He wouldn't allow it.

‘Let's get you back to the farm and, we'll- we’ll talk about this, properly.’

his thumb moves in its regular motion against the crease of your own as he had done before to soothe you, to try and make you believe in what he was saying. But it just wasn’t cutting.

‘I'm sorry Rick, i'm going’

You let go of his hand with that, holding what little self respect you had for yourself left and walking away from the conversation, back to the camp. In the morning you would be gone, set off down the highway with Shane, away from the group who had never accepted you as their own but also, departed from the one man who’s soul had been torn apart onto your pages at the hands of yourself, now to be carried with you for however long you were to survive without him.

The thought had your body running cold but, you dismissed it, climbing into the little space you had been given in your tent and setting off to bed. Tomorrow, you would be rid of this farm, rid of all the bad luck you had been carrying with you and onto these people but most of all, rid of Rick.

He just couldn’t see you go, not without the goodbye he so desperately needed.

You didn’t know how long you had been asleep. A few hours, a few minutes. It didn’t matter now. The feel of somebody’s colder fingers tracing against your now warmer skin had led you to stir, a slight movement made half-asleep, welcoming the fingers that were now moving upwards of your inner thigh. You hadn’t fully woken up yet, hadn’t fully opened your eyes but, the feel of hard lips pressed against your pulse point and the pressure of another body on your own led you to awake this time.

‘Rick?, what- what are you’m doing’

you murmur as the man creeps on top of you, sturdy hands moving to press your thighs apart and you cant help but moan softly when he does so, the feel of his growing erection pressed against your most needed area feeling exquisite and, you couldn't help but feel the need for more. This was crazy, this was wrong… but you weren’t about to back out now, and neither was he.

‘dropped that lil book of yours, had a quick read- couldn’t let ya’ leave all riled up now could i?’

He whispers with a soft grunt, belt buckle clinking against itself as he begins to rid himself of his trousers, needing to feel himself inside of you like he had wished for so long, craved for so long.

You must have completely forgotten about the journal, left it by the swamp after your talk with Rick. Fuck. He must’ve seen everything from the small doodles to the poems written on how the temptations building between the two of you were coming to much to bare, itching to get out of your skin and be acted on. Before you could even ask about what he had read, he pushes inside of you without any warning, body immediately irking up into him and a pathetic whimper falling past your lips before you could stop it.

‘God-‘

Is the only word you can fathom as he settles his thick, pulsating cock inside of you, relishing the feeling of how he felt around your tightening walls before letting himself move against them, pleasuring the both of you with it.

‘couldn't let you go- not without doin’ this...'

He grunts against you, burying his face up against the cuff of your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point before settling down onto it lightly. His hands move on impulse up your body, touching whatever he could feel as his movements into you came into a regular rhytmn, a rhythm which had you whimpering softly beneath him.

‘s’good. knew you’d be- always knew’

He admits lowly into your ear as he kisses up your neck, body consumed by the fire and no longer caring for the burns he would receive, only the feel of you beneath him and the noises which had him hurling towards his finish faster than he had been expecting. He speeds himself up in a second, touching you in the places you needed the most so you would come and finish with him, needing to feel you squeeze around himself.

‘rick- rick im gonna,’

‘yeah, yeah- let go f’me’

he grunts again, sweat glimmering off of his skin, reflecting off the candle light inside of your oil lamp, the only light inside of the tight space of your tent. and as your eyes flickered open, resting upon his own blue ones, you saw past the unbridled lust and instead, the love that was beginning to bloom between the two of you. it was wrong but it was there, something that couldn’t be mistaken and as you found it, your body let go, letting out a cacophony of moans under his palm, eyes still held onto his own in a trance like state, not being able to pull yourself away from the bright blue iris’s that you had sketched so many times before.

Rick found himself leaving a few minutes after the two of you came down, a little lost in his way after the incredible orgasm he had felt but also the other feeling he had felt, one he had known you had too and one that would stick with him a whole lot longer than the fleeting feel of pleasure.. but what was he to do with that new found information? He had a wife, a son. This had been wrong, something he should have never acted on. But he had and now, in just a few hours, you were going to leave him behind and Shane would do the same for Lori.

Everything would be okay again, his family, so broken now, would be fixed again. But what if he didn't want that? If he was to lay next to his sleeping wife and son and read through the pages of your journal for the rest of his life, would that be fair? would that be right? that, that is what he would now have to decide for himself.

© 𝘬𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘥 2026

she has no idea her husband fingers me with his wedding band on, praises me for taking his cum so well, jerks off to my pictures

I began molesting my wife but imagining it was you. I felt your body. Your skin. Your ass.

As I pulled her pjs down it was your body I was after. As I plunged into her body it was your tighter body I was feeling.

As I rolled her over on her back to plunge deep into YOUR body I noticed she was crying. She must have felt that I was with you. Her tears made me harder and I fucked you even better. She cried more.