[MF] If you’re going to blow up your life, might as well go all out! – Part 2 [cheating]

[Original post here, in which I cheat on my wife with a super young coworker who gets pregnant](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6d4kj9/mf_if_youre_going_to_blow_up_your_life_might_as/)

I’m writing this while I’m on a layover in Denver. I mentioned in a previous post that what I’d written was actually from two weekends prior (may 20th). She sent me the pregnancy text results on the 13th, and I’ve been traveling a bunch since then. I’m flying home today, and I’m actually staying in a hotel until Thursday. I’ve been scheduled for some more travel next week, so I’ll be overseas from June 1st through the 8th, so I cancelled my extended stay hotel reservation for now.

As for my wife, we’re more or less fine, still. She told her parents, to what level of detail I don’t know, but I got an email from her mom saying how disappointed they are that we can’t find a way to make things work. I haven’t told my family, but will this weekend (they don’t live near me). Two of my wife’s friends unfriended me, so I assume they know, one hurt a little, since she was cool, but the other was a fucking bitch, and I’m happy to be rid of her from my life.

I’m not staying at my house anymore, and my soon to be ex is prepping it for showings (per divorce mediation, we’re selling it), so I’ve been in a hotel off an on for the last few weeks. I did move a bunch of shit into storage, and I’m selling my car too. Fun times to juggle all that shit.

To cut to the chase, Leah is scheduled for a trip to planned parenthood Tuesday. Yes, I’m going with. No, I haven’t put any pressure on her one way or another. She actually made her mind up less than 3 days after the initial test results. Bottom line, in her words, “I’m 22 and don’t know if I even want kids, so this isn’t going to be a thing, plus I’ve gotten super drunk a bunch before I knew, so the kid would probably be messed up.” She did ask me if I wanted kids or would be disappointed if she ended the pregnancy. I told her it wasn’t something I had planned on doing, but that it’s her decision, and if she decides to have it, I’m more than willing to live up to my responsibilities to the child.

Unfortunately, she let slip to her older sister that she’s pregnant. I don’t know the older sister, and only have a few stories about her. She has kids of her own, and is married to a very well off guy and is a stay at home mom, but before having kids she worked in finance. Leah insists her sister doesn’t know that I’m the father, but I’m a bit anxious because she did tell her it was someone from work.

I have to say, she’s handling all this remarkably maturely. I tend to forget just young she actually is, until we start talking about our lives and friends and it becomes really clear (like when she asked me what a 401k really is and if she should put money into it).

One fun thing is that she has me using Snapchat, which has been an eye opener. I never really thought of myself as someone who would send *dick pics*, but things change I guess. Last week she sent me a couple of snaps of her doing naked yoga, with the instruction to send her back pics of the responses they create. Next thing I know I’m in a Starbucks bathroom taking pics of my erection to send back to her, which she then masturbated to, which she recorded and sent back to me.

She bought a selfie stick and has been putting that to good use with FaceTime. She hasn’t said it, but I think being pregnant is making her really horny. Her breasts are definitely starting to swell up, but her belly is still very flat and toned looking, no visible signs she’s pregnant. Her tits are super sensitive though, to the point where all I can really do when we’re fucking is lightly suck or nibble on them.

**Ssexy times start here**

Probably the hottest thing since my last story was from last weekend. Leah was busy most of the weekend, but Sunday evening she messaged me if I wanted to get together. Since I was in a swanky downtown hotel, I told her to come by me and we’d hang in the rooftop lounge.

She comes over an hour later in a dress that was massively overkill for a Sunday night, but I wasn’t about to complain, since it had a nice deep neckline and was delightfully short. The low neckline, tight material and swelling tits made the dress almost obscene, but in the best ways. I’d later learn it was from a designer called Herve, and very expensive. She sits down and starts talking about her weekend and some drama with her friends, while I sip a drink. If I had to put a label on it I’d say we’re straight-up fuck buddies. We agreed we’re not dating, or really exclusive for that matter, though neither of us (AFAIK) are fucking anyone else. Our social circles have nothing in common, and as cool as she is, I’m not really wanting to be in a relationship right now for a giant list of reasons.

Somewhere in the conversation, I make a comment on her dress:
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> Me: “Not that I’m complaining, but I’m surprised you dressed like that for a Sunday night.”

> Her: “Hey, you picked the venue, it seemed appropriate!”

> Me: “Fair enough, and you do look amazing!”

> She blushed slightly, which I still find incredibly attractive

> Her: “Well, it’s not often I get invited somewhere fancy enough for me to wear this dress. Hopefully it makes me milfy enough for you to wanna take me back to your room!”

> Me: “These pregnancy hormones will be the the death me.”

We settled up and went to my room. We got in and we were kissing and she told me to sit down on the bed. She kicked off her shoes and straddled me, grinding her hips down on me, getting me pretty hard in the process. She leaned back and started undoing my belt and we both work to get my cock out. She strokes me a few more times and shifts to her knees and takes me in her mouth. She’s still pretty good at giving head, and it has the desired effect as I can start to feel an orgasm building, but I don’t want to come yet, and I say as much.

“I wanna fuck you in that dress.” She stops blowing me and climbs back up me, and kisses me. I’m pretty sure she gets off on kissing me after blowing me, because she’s done it multiple times, and every time I taste my own precum, which is, well I don’t know what, but it’s a thing.

We make out for a bit and she starts grinding her pussy on me. It took me a bit to realize it, but I’m about 98% certain she wasn’t wearing any underwear. At no point did I see her remove them, and as she rocked back and forth on me the bottom of my cock kept getting wet from her pussy. The more she did it, the more the dress hiked up her hips.

She raised herself up and slid me inside of her, then paused and leaned down on me, “Unzip me!” I did, and then she tossed the dress on the floor and started to ride me really hard. I came relatively quickly, but it had been a few days, so it was still a pretty healthy load. She kisses me as I start to soften up, and I apologize for having not gotten her off, but she tells me not to worry about it. She hops off me and the bed and goes into the bathroom to get cleaned up. She comes back with a damp washcloth and hands it to me to clean myself up.

We crawled under the covers and fell asleep pretty quick. She’s a late sleeper, but I normally get up by 5:00 to go work out, so Monday morning I started coming to before my 5:00am alarm even went off. I got up and showered, and noticed that she only had a small purse with her, so I don’t think she planned to stay over. I saw her dress on the floor, and chuckled knowing she’d have to wear it back to her apartment. I also saw her laying somewhat spread eagle in bed, with her breasts on dispaly. She really was looking crazy sexy, and combined with my morning wood, decided I’d wake her up the best way I knew: with some oral!

I crawled up the bed and pulled the covers back to expose her hips. I slowly started kissing and licking her inner thighs while I spread her legs apart. Again, I could once again taste myself. I heard her moan a few times so I knew she was somewhat awake and didn’t seem to mind what I was doing. I ate her out for a while, then gradually started pushing a finger inside her, then shifted my tongue to her clit. I felt her hand rub across my head and in my hair, so she was fully awake by now. She’ll usually come fast if I nibble super lightly on her clit while I have a few fingers inside of her, and this morning was no different. Her hips were bucking and I was using all the strength in my left arm to hold her down while she climaxed.

We finished getting ready, and I offered to drive her to her apartment before I went into the office. After she came out of the shower, she knelt down to grab her dress stepped into it, then asked me to zip her up. She went into the bathroom where I heard her yell, “Oh fuck!” I hurry into the bathroom asking what’s wrong, and she just points at her left breast.

Plainly visible is a large jizz stain. It’s crusty and there’s no way to really hide it. “It must have oozed out of me when I went to the bathroom to clean up!” We both kind of laugh, but then she got a little upset knowing she’d have to do the walk of shame through the hotel lobby in a jizz stained micro dress.

Being the gentleman that I am, I let her wear my sport coat on the way out the hotel, and made a few jokes about this being the kind of thing an escort would do.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6dj71j/mf_if_youre_going_to_blow_up_your_life_might_as

5 comments on “[MF] If you’re going to blow up your life, might as well go all out! – Part 2 [cheating]

  1. Please tell me you made a Monica Lewinski joke….which she probably didn’t get lol

  2. “I’m pretty sure she gets off on kissing me after blowing me, because she’s done it multiple times, and every time I taste my own precum, which is, well I don’t know what, but it’s a thing.”

    Legit made me laugh out loud. Great story dude, keep em coming.

  3. You are my hero. You are a divorced guy and fucking and letting your dick get sucked by a 22 year old hot youngster. And she being prego you can actually cum in her.

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