How it started…. part 9 [cheating] [MF]

This parts a bit more vanilla than some of the other parts have been, I hope y’all still like it though, let me know ?

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The after party kicked on back at B’s house. There were probably about 30 of us there partying and drinking until the early hours of the morning. For a few hours B and I manage to behave ourselves, other than a couple of raunchy public lap dances but I’m sure to pay just enough attention to the other guys around too so as not to raise too many questioning eyebrows.

Sure enough we can’t behave ourselves forever and late in the night, or maybe it’s early in the morning? B grabs me by the hand and we sneak off out the front door and around to the side of their house. He pushes me against the wall and presses his mouth over mine, tongue pushing its way inside as his hands shimmy my skirt up my legs. His fingers rub me through my panties, smearing them against my wetness and pushing his fingers as deep inside as he can before the material provides too much resistance.

I’m biting at his lip and quietly moaning, he takes that as his queue that I want more and he pulls my panties down to my knees as he drops to the ground and pushes his face into my pussy. Tongue pressing between the lips, lapping at my clit while his hands hold tight to my ass, pulling me firmly against his face.

‘Fuck me’ I beg him in hushed tones. I just want his cock and he thankfully doesn’t need to be told twice.

He stands up and spins me around. I brace my hands against the wall of the house, arch my back and push my ass back towards him. He fumbles with his zipper for a moment but eventually gets it down and I can feel his cock pressing between my legs. I tilt my hips more until the angle is right and he can push his cock inside me, his arm tight around my waist holding me to him, the other covering one of my hands and pinning it to the brick wall.

I feel full of his cock and I groan too loudly as he sinks his teeth into the side of my neck, the bite is sharp but not hard enough to leave a mark.

‘Shhhh’ he reminds me.

He starts thrusting into me, or maybe it’s more that he’s pulling me back onto his dick over and over again slowly at first but it’s not too long before we’re picking up a good rhythm and we’re both starting to breathe heavily.

‘I want you to cum’ he growls into my ear as the hand that was around my waist slips down to play with my pussy.

‘I’m not going to be able, too drunk’ he tells me, never missing a beat as he fucks me harder and harder.

Even in this state his fingers know exactly what to do and it’s not long before I’m biting into his arm and convulsing around his cock as my juices are dripping down my thighs.

He seems satisfied with that and pulls out of me. It’s that moment that we hear voices coming from inside the house ‘Has anyone seen B?’ We can hear his wife asking.

‘Oh fuck’ we both whisper quietly as I wrench up my panties and hurriedly pull down my skirt and he shoves his dick back into his pants.

We bolt from around the side of the house and I drop onto the bottom step of their front porch, put my head between my legs and try my best to look unwell. Honestly it’s not that hard, the fear of getting caught sure turned me a nice shade of green.

I feel B’s hand on my back rubbing slow circles just as the front door bangs open and his wife and our friend appear.

‘Oh good, can you grab S some water?’ B asks before they can say anything.

‘Ohhh no. Drink too much?’ His wife asks and I drowsily nod my head as B continues to rub my back.

His wife turns to go and get my ‘drunk ass’ some water and our friend comes and sits down next to me and takes over the back rubbing.

‘We’ve been looking everywhere for you two, I didn’t realise you’d drunk so much’ she says sympathetically.

I just nod my head pathetically again and be thankful for the fact I don’t verbally have to lie right now. Being ‘drunk’ is an excellent cover.

B’s wife returns with water and they all sit there chatting, keeping me company while I drink it and they make sure I’m not actually going to vomit. Long enough passes that I figure I can tell them I’m feeling much better and we all go rejoin the party.

I spend the rest of the night trying to keep a bit of distance from B. I don’t want to raise any red flags. He however is not as well behaved and at every opportunity he whispers in my ear that I should go out the front to ‘vomit’ again. I just laugh him off and ignore his requests.

At 6am as the sun is rising all the guests finally leave. B’s wife heads off to shower before bed and we take the opportunity to have a hot make out session in the kitchen. We’re both absolutely wasted by now so we don’t really attempt anything else, just kiss messily and enjoy running our hands over each other until we hear the shower turn off, we say a whispered goodnight and go our seperate ways to bed.

I’m just about off to sleep when my phone pings with a message.

‘She’s asleep. Bathroom?’

I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t get enough of him. So I get up, chuck my robe on and open my door loud enough that I know he’ll hear me.

I head to the bathroom to wait and within a minute he’s there too. He’s just in his underwear and I can see he’s already at half mast.

‘We shouldn’t’ I tell him in a hushed whisper

‘I can’t get enough of you’ he tells me

‘We’re too drunk, this is a bad idea’ I point out

‘I just want to kiss you’ he tells me as he lifts me onto the counter top and slips between my legs. My robe has fallen open and his cock is getting harder by the second. He starts rubbing it against my bare pussy through his underwear as we kiss and his hands push my robe open further until my breast are completely exposed. I may as well be naked.

His fingers expertly pluck at my nipples and I’ve already soaked the front of his underwear with my wetness. He takes his lips from mine and kisses down my neck, across my collar bone and down to my nipple. He bites it gently, just the way I like it and my head drops back in pleasure.

‘Mm, fuck it’ he mumbles against my breast

And then he’s pulling his underwear down and his cock springs out, hard and ready. He shimmies me further forward on the counter so that he can have better access. He rubs the head of his cock against my pussy a few times before he pushes it the whole way inside.

‘I thought we weren’t going to…’ I manage to gasp out

‘Just a little bit, I needed you’ he tells me

I want him just as badly as he wants me so I don’t press the point. We fuck softly and silently, he bites at my neck and my tits and I scratch my nails down his back again and again.

At some point his thumb finds my clit and he flicks at it while he thrusts. I’m getting closer and closer and it’s so fucking hard to stay quiet. Just as I’m about to cum he completely stops, pulls out and pulls his underwear up.

‘We shouldn’t’ he tells me with that devilish grin, I know so well.

‘Oh you’re fucking kidding me’ I angrily whisper at him.

‘Not at all’ he replies as he pulls me off the counter and adjusts my robe to cover me again.

‘Goodnight sugar’ he says as he gives me a quick kiss, slaps my ass sharply once and heads out the door back to his bedroom.

I stand there stunned and frustrated for a few moments before I realise he’s not coming back and I head back to my bedroom.

My phone pings again

‘I like when you’re thinking about me’ is what the message reads.

‘I was thinking about you anyway’ I text back.

‘But now I know you’ll be thinking of me all night’ he sends back.

‘It’s already morning.’ I remind him ‘Goodnight’

Goodnight sugar ?’ is the last message. Thankfully I’m drunk enough and tired enough that the sexual frustration doesn’t keep me awake, I’m asleep within minutes.

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