The 24hrs of Cum : Prelude – The Uber Driver [Mf][Cheating-Wife]

I have gotten a lot of questions over the last couple weeks with regard to my diary entries that I have been posting here on Reddit. The single most repeated question by far is “when did you start cheating on your husband”, followed closely by “when did you first realize you wanted to be a ‘cum dumpster’ and be used my random men”. I have been thinking about that a lot recently. The answer to the first question is reasonably straightforward and I will tackle it first. The answer to the second is a little bit more involved, and I will save for a follow up post.

It was late early November of last year, 2018. My husband, the kids and I take a yearly vacation to Orlando for Disney, Universal and other local attractions, during the yearly NJEA Convention. We have done this since our kids started school and it is generally a fun time for all. This past November however something was different. We had been in town for a few days already, we had gotten a nice condo this year, instead of a hotel, through VRBO, and actually saved a little money not having to get 3 rooms at the resorts. We had been to the main Disney park, and through Universal Studios the day before. It was Saturday and we had decided to spend the day at the waterparks, Typhoon Lagoon and the new Universal Volcano bay. The kids were all in seventh heaven, which made me happy. I noticed however that my husband seemed fixated on a rather young blond girl, not much more than 20, who he kept finding excuses to follow from spot to spot. Every time, we seemed to end up a few spots behind her in line.

At first, I thought it an odd coincidence. But then I start to notice, every once in a while, she is looking back at him, and when she thinks no one is paying attention she “adjusts” her already teeny bikini. At first, it was little more ass here, a little more side boob there. Doing my best not to get upset, and not to let on that I see exactly what’s going on, I continue watching them all morning. As the day continues, they both appear to be getting more brazen. Twice she has exposed a full breast to him, and I caught him grabbing and showing off his ample package through his wet bathing suit. I should say that my husband has always been a stud. Quarterback in high school and college, went on to medical school and is now a top surgeon at one of the most prestigious hospitals on the East Coast. He is 6’5, still toned and muscular, though well past 45, and his thick meaty 11-inch cock has always kept me happy in our marriage. But now I am watching him show off and trying to seduce a woman who is literally half my age, and this little bitch is playing into it. At lunch he picked a table nearly on top of her and wound up sitting back to back. And then it happened. She got up, walked passed, and headed to the bathrooms. Seconds later he is making excuses about needing to go, and heads off behind her in a ridiculously obvious bee line.

I am fucking furious. We have been dating since college and married for nearly 15 years. I am no dummy, I may be a stay at home mom, but I did go to college. I did have a career once. It just made less and less sense to me over time to be a nurse, when I had three babies at home who needed me. I have told myself for nearly 15 years that I could always go back to it one day, like riding a bike. The point being I know hospitals. I know my husband. I have known for all 15 years we have been together that I am not the only one, but I have always been the one he comes home to. In the 20 odd years we have known one another we have almost never spent the night apart: save the odd conference he attends. I have accepted that as a true alpha, he needs to stud: I accepted it before I married him. Though unspoken in all that time, there was always an understanding that I didn’t want to know about it or see it, and definitely do not want my children to ever know.

I am furious, but my babies are having the time of their lives. I send my oldest to grab more napkins, after his sister, my youngest, has spilled her drink: again. I see him coming from the bathroom. Big grin on his face; god his is so handsome when he smiles. For all of it I can’t let go of how much I love him, how much I accept him for who he is. But this is too much for me. And watching him now, in the afterglow, not wanting to know what he’s been up to, I am legitimately starting to feel ill. As he reaches the table he looks me over and asks, “You okay love?” I don’t know how to answer him. But I need to go. I grab my back and stand up. I tell him I am feeling sick and need to go lay down, but to stay and enjoy the rest of the day and to text me to figure out dinner plans. He barely acknowledged me much beyond a “sorry baby”, and “feel better”. His little tart had come back to her family, walking a little funny: I hope he stretched her out good. I want to grab her by the throat, and say “MINE BITCH!”, but I can’t: my children are here, and they deserve better.

I am reeling, my feet are moving but I can barely feel them. I haven’t even thought how I am getting back to the condo. I barely know the address. As I reach the main gate of the park I text my husband, asking for the actual address and the gate code, and telling him I will Uber back, and if I feel better take another Uber to join them for dinner. I logon to uber and call for a pickup. 8 minutes, Juan. Great. And looks like traffic all the way back to the condo, I didn’t realize it was so far, or maybe so busy? Doesn’t matter. Its just past one in the afternoon and I need a drink. I buy a bottled water but its not what I want. Juan arrives two minutes early, I smile at him politely, and realize I am still dressed in my bikini and flip flops. Though I have other clothes, and shoes, and could have worn something more Mom appropriate, I wanted to make hubby happy. I had even lost a few pounds recently in anticipation of water rides and taunting him with my ass in this cute polka dot through back. I even had Minnie Mouse ears to match.

Juan opened the door for me and I caught him giving my ass a full ogling as put my bag and then myself into his minivan. It was nicely chilled, and plenty of room, and I was happy to be out of the heat. I thought, well at least someone appreciated my ass today. He was younger than me, late twenties, maybe early thirty. Tall for a Cuban, with that lovely accent and tanned skin. He reminded me a little of Ricky Ricardo when he spoke, which made me giggle a little, but I kept to myself. He was a little plain looking, but clearly had a nice body and a smile that was infectious when it lit up his face. “You okay miss? You feelin alright? You don look so good. You not gonna be sick huh?” I apologize, and explain I’ve just had too much sun and will feel better if we just sit a few minutes in the air conditioning. He smiles brightly and pulls the car around the parking lot and parks a moment, with the engine running , near the exit. “Where in Cuban are you from Juan?” I ask. “That obvious a? I am from just outside Havana, but I have been here in Florida for almost 20 years, I came over boy”. He goes on a while telling me about his family, and there journey here. I smile through most of it, nodding politely. He is seated looking back at me, and I can see that as he is talking he is eyeing my breasts, and my curvy belly, and my long legs: I still haven’t bothered to change or cover up. As he talks I start to run a hand lightly through my hair, and then down my neckline and along the inside of my bikini top. Juan’s gaze becomes fixated. Subconsciously I have brought my shoulder blade together to push my tits out toward him. He seems to be salivating a little. I spread my legs. And slowly begin to adjust my bikini bottom, pulling it out a little, and then slightly to one side then the other, hiking it a bit, exposing my camel toe clearly, and soon after fact that I am suddenly very, very wet. His mouth is open, and his tongue is moving, but no words are coming out. “Drive Juan.” I say in a low sultry voice. “I need alcohol. Can we stop at Publix, please.” “Okay miss, you got it” he responds. I love Florida I think to myself.

As Juan turns to focus on the road ahead I can see him glancing back at me in the rear view. Absentmindedly, I continue prying into Juan’s family life, is he married, got a girlfriend, and as he answers I am slowly pulling and adjusting at my bikini. After a few minutes, just as we are finally pulling off of the park ring roads on to the main roads, I get a little daring and pull first one and then the other of my perky tits out. “Eyes on the road Juan” I say, as he is staring right at me in the review. I center myself a bit, to give him a clear direct view. “How far to Publix?” I ask. “Not far, but there is a lot of traffic today, unusual for so late in the season. Twenty minutes or so.” I reach down with both hands un untie the sides of my bikini bottom. It falls down, exposing my thick ass, and my hairy muff. I can see the bottoms are soaked through, and its not water. Juan tilts the mirror and I start squeezing my clit between my thumb and forefinger. Squeezing it hard. My juices start to flow heavier, and I am groaning now, getting into it. I lay back. “Am I doing this?” I think. “Doing what?” I say to myself coyly. Juan has nearly driven off the road twice. “Careful love. I said, eyes on the road”. My musk is intoxicating, and I can see he is dying to turn around and watch. I can see his nostrils flaring taking in my scent. We come to a dead stop in traffic, and now I am laying back into the seat, legs up on the seatbacks in front of me, and I am fingering myself hard while squeezing and working my clit. He turns in his seat, all the way round now. Looking at me. My eyes have been half closed, but I look at him. He is eyeing me back hungrily, like a wolf on the prowl. I can tell he wants to fuck me. Horns blare, first one, then the other. “Drive Juan”

I straighten up a little in the seat, and cover my breasts again. But leaving my bottom undone I continue to squeeze and rub my clit. The car is full of my scent now. Juan is shifting in his seat like he has to pee. “Here’s Publix, Miss.” I reach in my bag and pull out a couple twenties. Leaning towards him I say, “Would you be a love and get me a big bottle of the cheapest vodka they have, a bag of ice, and some plastic cups?” He isn’t paying attention. He is fixated on my swollen wet pussy, and the fact that I am still rubbing it, and squeezing harder and harder on my clit. I find his gaze, and smile, and he nods, and then says, “Vodka? Not rum?” “Grab yourself whatever you like baby” a say playfully, and he begrudgingly and then quickly darts off towards the store.

I lay down along the seat and spread my legs and start rubbing my clit hard with one hand using my other to create downward pressure on the first. I am cumming. A deep, convulsive orgasm. My whole body begins to twitch and contract, and I let out a massive groan and sigh. All the while I am thinking to myself “What the fuck am I doing?”, and as if to answer, at the moment of climax, the side door of the minivan opens, and Juan bright smile appears exposing my swollen soaked pussy and my orgasmic tones to the entire Publix parking lot. He climbs in, still smiling, and sits down on the seat right between my legs. As though he knows what’s coming next. As though he has done this with every lady ever to get in his fan. And without a word, he drops my change, and my bag full of vodka and ice on the floor, props up my back leg over the seat and proceed to go down on me, first in big lapping gulps and then in smaller, tighter circles around my clit. His hands are groping my body, caressing and squeezing and massaging me. My hips are moving with him now, and I put a hand on the back of his head. “Man has skills,” I think to myself. He reaches a hand under my ample ass and lifts me a bit, sucking my whole clit deep into his mouth, will somehow also nibbling on gently and licking the tip. It is exquisite. Who ever taught this boy how to lick the box taught him right. I am cumming again, and its even bigger than before, I am shaking violently, and can feel my abdomen contract and a small spurt of my juice hits Juan in the face. He wipes himself a little and then licks himself clean. I am so turned on. I sit up and go for his belt buckle, and then recall we are in a parking lot. There a families and children. “Take me to my condo Juan”. He nods, smiling, and squirms his way to the front seat. I can see that his shorts are drawn taught with a sizable tent. It seems to be getting in his way.

I sit back, lace up my bikini and pick up the bag as Juan head to the condo. Pulling out a Solo cup, some ice, I poor myself a drink, and half chug it down. I check my watch, it’s nearing 2pm. I check my phone, nothing. I text my husband to say I am at the condo and going to lie down. Nothing. I have another swig. It goes down to easy and I follow it with another. Just as we reach the gate of the community where we are renting, I refill on ice and vodka, and give Juan the gate code. As he parks, I gather my belongings, and the shopping bag. Juan helps me from the car like a gentleman from the fifties. I giggle a little. I start walking towards the entrance, and then turn and pause. “Cumming?” He leaps into action with a smile. Closing and locking doors, running ahead to open the entranceway door. He follows me like a puppy, down the hall , up the stairs, down another hall and into the 4 bedroom condo we rented for the week. He is oooing and ahhhing. “So nice” “Is this your place?”

I let the door close behind me. He is wandering through the place, taking it in. It reminds me of my children a few days ago, doing the same routine. He is excited. I drop my bags at the door. Top off my drink and set it on the counter, and then without hesitation remove my biking, top and bottom, and pick up my drink , sipping it, head after Juan who has wandered to the bedroom. His back is to me. He is still talking. I playfully push him into the room and onto the bed. He turns to see my naked body and is immediately all hands again. Pawing, squeezing, he begins suckling on my thick nipples and lifting and squeezing my fat ass cheeks. Its delightful. “You got a perfect ass” he says. “Thank you baby”

I unbutton his shorts, and give them a yank. Helping me he pulls his boxers off, and his shirt. His body is all muscles, like he has worked the fields his whole life, but his hands and skin are soft as butter. His cock is swollen and thick. A nice fat 9 inches, with a massive bulging mushroom. I lick it hungrily, like an ice cream cone, and then tease the shaft and glans with my tongue before finally taking him in to my mouth, and down my gullet. I have virtually no gag reflex, and after learning to deep throat my husbands massive 11, this cock is all mine. I take him deep, all way into my throat. I begin slowy making small swallow motions, working his meaty head with the muscles of my throat, and sticking my tongue and thrusting myself hard forward sink his thick latin stick all the way down, till my nose is in his pubic mound and my tongue and feel his nuts. I swallow more vigorously now, licking his nutsack, slurping my way slowly back up his shaft, gagging myself back down, till I am choking and swallowing hard. He blows an enormous load into my throat, straight down into my stomach… I gag hard, to take him all, letting him use me, he arches his back, pushing down deeper and I nearly pass out. My eyes tear, I struggle slightly, and he eases, letting the last spurts of his tasty goo slide down my throat. He lets out a satisfied noise, and looks at me, almost lovingly. “Damn baby, I have never, ever been sucked so good. I never cum from blow jobs!”

I smile at him. Swallow down more vodka, to chase his seed, and say “How soon till you can cum again? I need to be fucked!” He stands up. His cock, as if by magic, begins to resurrect itself. “You sure baby? Once I get going, I often can’t stop!” He is thickening, becoming engorged. I get down on all fours, lean on my elbows, tilt my soaking wet, dripping pussy towards his face, and squeal “Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me hard!” He literally pounces on me. I can feel him sinking his erect member right into me, in one deep glorious wet stroke. I grunt, taking him all in to the hilt, and tilting a bit to accept him, begin to rock back into his stroke. I am moaning, my pussy is beginning to contract involuntarily, gripping hard on his thick Latin dick. “ooooo mami, … fuck me” he says, over and over. I am pushing back into him hard, but I want more. I lock him in a bit with my legs and begin working his shaft both up and down and back and forth simultaneously. He groans, and stiffens and I feel another massive explosion of his cum hitting my cervix and vaginal floor, I cum almost immediately with him. Letting out a deep guttural grunt.. a noise I haven’t heard myself make in a long time. I am shaking. Weak at the knee. I lay down on my back and immediately his is between my legs, hungrily going down on me, and slurping and lapping up his own cum. I am so turned on. And then he comes up for air, with his mouthful, leans in to kiss me, sinks his fresh erection deep back into my swollen greedy pussy, and spits all the delicious cum and pussy juice back into my mouth.

I am in heaven. This big muscular Latin god is fucking me better than I have had in years. He cums again deep in my pussy, setting off another orgasm, and without skipping a beat continues to fuck all the while his cock seeming to get harder and thicker inside me. “Fuck my fat ass Juan” I scream, “Fuck me right in my shithole!”, I am bent over, on my knees , presenting my asshole, cheeks spread wide with both hands, and relaxing I begin to gape: a trick I learned to please my husband. Juan responds with glee, and jams his rock hard meat hammer into my tight balloon knot. I fuck back hard into him, using my kiegles and my sphincter muscles to work his shaft with my anus. He starts fucking me harder and harder, and then “Oh gawd mami, fuck!!!!!!!!!” and he cums deep and hard still thrusting his member into my asshole. He is shaking, and cumming, and filling me up. I rock back hard onto his shaft, taking it deep as I can, and let go a deep, guttural grunt.

“Uuuuuunnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggggaaaaa”

I am squirting. Big powerful shots of my hot cum are covering Juan’s delicious cock and balls. I lie down on the floor, completely exhausted, and oddly Juan curls up with me, holding me. It is almost intimate. For a few moments we both lie silently, half asleep in one anothers’ arms. After basking a bit in his embrace, I sit up, and begin to clean the area around us. He is in a bit of a daze, like he was still asleep. I tell him he will have to go before my husband get home, and as if he suddenly realized the situation, hurriedly gathered his things, and barely dressed bolt for the door without so much as a goodbye.

After taking a shower, and cleaning the rest of the condo, and spraying a little Febreeze to cover the ass, balls, pussy and sex smell, I texted my husband. “Feeling better” “Meet for dinner?” He has reservations at Epcot, the Italian place he likes. Silly cause we have by far better at home, but whatever. I call another Uber to get a ride to Epcot to meet them. I am half hoping it will be Juan, but instead it an older lady, who talks my ear off the whole way. Once in Epcot, I find my way to the restaurant and head in, and after a quick scan, find my husband and kids seated towards the back, and as I approach a wave, I see her, his whore, dining two table over, and still flashing him seductive looks. “Its going to be a long night I thought”. The day after we got home, I went out and bought myself a second secret phone. It took me until last week to act out on fully, but now the cat’s out of the bag, and this cum-slut wants to play.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b5snam/the_24hrs_of_cum_prelude_the_uber_driver