The Heatwave [MF] [CHEATING]

Usually Misty dreams of her days off, enjoying her few days away from work. This feeling is never stronger than during the summer. Having the chance to relax with friends, go out on a walk with her husband Taylor, or even something as simple as sitting outside with a good book. Today, however, was a different case entirely.

When the weather forecast was for one of the worst heat waves on record, she didn’t expect it to be this… *hot*. Even in the most temperate weather, the short walk from the front door of her house to her car, has Misty feel like she ran a marathon, not necessarily because she was tired but because of how hot she would get. The moment she heard of the incoming heatwave, she groaned and knew that this would be an uncomfortable weekend, but thankfully she could stay cool inside. That was, until her Air Conditioning unit blew a fuse in their house and they’ve been without cool air since Wednesday.

With the heat becoming ever more unbearable, her ever reliable husband called for an electrician to come as soon as possible to fix some wiring, to avoid any unforeseen hiccups with their electronics. The only day that he could come was Saturday, Misty’s day off and unfortunately the beginning of Taylor’s weekend rotation at his second job. While normally she leaves all of the home repairs and managing of workers to Taylor, she felt confident that she could stand around and keep an eye on some strange man in her home for a couple of hours.

After a quick refreshing shower, she had put her blonde hair into a messy ponytail, pulling on jeans along with a black and white striped shirt. Misty looked at her cell-phone’s clock and saw the time, 10:38 am. She groaned and muttered to herself, “Seriously? He was supposed to be here by nine. Where the hell is this guy?”

It wasn’t long before she received an answer to her question with a loud knock at her front door. Rushing to the door, anxious to get the work started, she opened the front door and was pleasantly surprised by the view in front of her. Standing on the doorstep was a scruffy looking young man, wearing jeans and an ill-fitting t-shirt, stubble covering his face and a hat with *“Keenan Electrical”* across the front of it.

“Hey there! Are you Misty?” the young man said enthusiastically, holding his hand out while giving her a quick once over. “Sorry for being late, I got held up at another job this morning. My name’s Jason, your husband said you needed some electrical work done?”

Looking him up and down she takes his hand and shakes it gently, smiling at him. “Oh it’s no problem at all, I can imagine a lot of people need you this weekend. Come on in.”

Jason follows her inside, taking his hat off and using it to wipe the sweat from his brow. The pair make their way to the fusebox in the basement, where he quickly gets to work. The young man works quickly and in silence, with Misty watching closely behind. She couldn’t help but notice his muscular arms as he worked, imagining how his stubble would feel on her skin…

She quickly shook those thoughts out of her mind. She was happily married to the love of her life. Recently, Misty’s sex-life took a bit of a hit due to her and Taylor’s conflicting schedules, but she made sure to show her affection whenever she could, as often as she could. Even though he wasn’t always receptive, she always had days like today where she was alone at home where she could take care of her own needs. While lost in thought, she was brought back by a deep laugh. Focusing in on Jason once again, she finally realized she had been staring; and he had noticed too.

Misty blushed a deep scarlet and stammered out, “S-sorry, what did you say Jason?”

“It’s no problem! I uh… need to get back upstairs.” he says, gesturing behind Misty. She had been sitting in the middle of the stairs, blocking his path. “Just need to grab a few things from my truck.”

“Ah of course, sorry about that!” she says, standing up and dusting herself off. Leading Jason back upstairs and to the door, she fidgets slightly still embarrassed. “Can I get you a drink or anything? You’ve been working super hard and I don’t want you to get over-heated or anything.”

“Just water would be fine, thanks.” he says politely, smiling at her before walking outside to his truck, humming quietly to himself. She sighed heavily, still in disbelief over her lack of attention. Misty walked back to the kitchen and poured two large glasses of water, putting one on the counter, waiting for Jason to return.

A few minutes later she heard the grunting noise of effort as the front door opened. Poking her head out of the kitchen, she saw Jason carrying in a large heavy looking box. “Oh put that down! Before you go down come get a drink!”

He nods in appreciation, putting the box down next to the stairs and follows Misty around the corner into the kitchen. Taking the glass of water, he starts to thirstily drink it down. He laughs as he wipes his mouth off and says, “Thanks, you have no idea how much I needed that.”

“Don’t mention it, especially since you’re doing so much to help us out.” she says, waving off his thanks and smiling warmly at him.

“Well as much as I’d love to do it out of the goodness of my heart, it’s my job.” he says, leaning against the counter and smiling back. “Oh also before I forget, your husband had mentioned he was going to be paying cash for today. I’ll be wrapping up shortly and then I can get out of your hair.”

“Oh… right. Sorry he hadn’t mentioned anything to me about paying cash, I thought he’d handle it..” she says, scratching her head in confusion. “How much is it going to be?”

“Well… my rate is $75 per hour. I’ve been here for about two hours already, should be here another hour or so…” he says, doing some mental math. “$225 plus tax.. About $260.”

Her heart sank when she heard it. She quickly grabbed her purse and phone and said, “That in cash? I may need to stop by an ATM… just give me a minute and I’ll go grab it.”

“No problem at all, I’ll just grab another glass of water and get back to it.” he replies nonchalantly, turning to the sink to pour another glass full.

Misty and Taylor had been running into some financial difficulties ever since buying the house, which is why Taylor had to get a second job in the first place. While $260 wasn’t a *lot* of money, it would make them tight. Pulling out her cellphone, Misty pulls up her online-banking app to check her balance, and the knot in her stomach continues to grow. Their bank account was in the negative, apparently their monthly bank fees had been a bit higher than expected. Stopping in her tracks, her mind races as to how they’re going to pay Jason, some of their other upcoming bills or even just to get groceries without incurring more fees.

Spinning on her heels, she walks back into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway. “Uhm… Jason. About the pay, would it be okay if I wrote you a cheque instead? I can’t seem to find my card for the ATM and the bank is closed today…”

He raises an eyebrow and slowly takes a sip, “Ah no I unfortunately only take cash. I could hold here and come back tomorrow if that works better?”

“N-no! That’s fine!” she says, trying to find a way out of this. *What would Taylor do?* She thought to herself.

While she tried thinking of a solution, she didn’t realize how much time she had been quiet. “Are you sure there isn’t something wrong? I could leave if you need me to.”

“No, I really need this fixed today.” She says sternly, taking control. “I don’t think I’ll make it through the weekend without the A/C, could I pay you on Monday instead?”

“Sorry I can’t finish the job if I’m not going to get paid.” he says, equally stern. “I’ll give your husband a call and we can fig-”

She cuts him off before he can finish his sentence. “My husband is busy, so you can deal with me. I’m sure we can figure it out, I can pay you more than the $260 on Monday? I just… can’t today.”

He shrugs and sighs, “Sorry ma’am, can’t pay today you don’t get your air conditioning back. Unless…” he says, smiling slightly at her.

“Unless… what?” she asks, confused.

“Unless you pay me with something else today?” he says, stepping in closer to her. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me all day Misty… I’m sure we could figure something out like you said.”

Realizing what he’s implying, her face begins to burn in embarrassment. “Uh I d-don’t think so… I’m married and I wouldn’t do that even if I were single.”

Jason’s large hands roughly grab her hips, pulling her close to him. “Come on, don’t tell me you don’t want this. Have a little fun, and you get your air conditioning. I’ll even knock some off of the price for today… maybe we’ll take half off?”

Taking half off would be a pretty significant improvement to their financial situation, even if it is only $130. She bit her lip hesitantly “That’s a generous offer but… I don’t think I can do that. I would rather just pay the whole amount later if that’s possible…”

Without a reply, she feels herself get moved to the counter, her back pressed against it as she feels Jason’s hot breath on her neck. A hand roughly sliding up her thighs. “If you want your air conditioning, you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Speechless, Misty brings her hands up to Jason’s chest, pushing away gently. “N-no… I can’t…”

Her breath suddenly catches in her chest as she feels her pussy being gently teased over her clothes. Jason’s hot breath coming in closer until he’s kissing her neck, biting playfully. “You can, and you will.”

She tries to speak again but all that comes out is a soft moan. Jason smiles at her wolfishly, his eyes sparkling as he knows he has his hooks in her now. He slides one of his hands down to undo her tight jeans, roughly pulling them down without any resistance from her. Her eyes still locked on the young man in front of her, Misty’s body was going into a state of shock; her knees shaking as she felt her panties slide to the side and her clit became vigorously rubbed.

“I knew the second I saw you…” Jason says, sliding a finger slowly into her, his thumb continuing to work her sensitive clit. “I knew that you were a whore who was starving for cock. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“N-no…” she squeaks out, unable to think straight between the sweltering heat in the kitchen, and the waves of pleasure crashing over her as his finger stroked her g-spot.

“No? Then why are you so wet?” he laughs, bringing his glistening fingers up to her mouth. She opens her mouth to respond, but is quickly stopped as he shoves his fingers into her mouth, which she instinctively begins to suck. Her tongue begins to work around his fingers, moaning at the taste. She never usually liked her own taste, but this time… things felt different.

Misty’s eyes close as she continues sucking his fingers hungrily, before she feels his other hand on her shoulder, pushing her roughly to her knees. Her eyes snap open as the sound of his belt buckle being undone brings her back to reality about what’s happening. The aftertaste of her pussy on her tongue had Misty becoming even more aroused, with it becoming almost unbearable as Jason pulled out his cock.

His cock was long and thick, much larger than her husbands and even larger than anyone she’s ever been with. It was cut, with thick veins along it as it glistened in front of her face covered in sweat. Misty could smell his musky scent wafting from his throbbing shaft, penetrating her senses and making her drunk with lust. Before Jason even needed to command her to do it, she opened her mouth and hungrily leaned in, taking the fat tip between her lips and gently sucking, swirling her tongue around it.

She closes her eyes as Jason runs his hands through her hair, gripping gently as he pulls her in closer, sliding his thick shaft down her throat. The salty taste of his sweat, mixed with the lingering taste of her pussy makes her moan in ecstasy, slurping and bobbing her head as she becomes more energetic with it. Pushing her head in hard and fast, she begins to deep-throat the large cock, gagging on it as spit begins to drip down her chin. When she gags and her throat tightens around his penis, he moans in pleasure, encouraging her to move faster.

“Play with yourself while you do it…” he commands, gripping her hair tight. Nodding in reply quickly, Misty obediently starts to rub herself, feeling her already wet pussy become even more soaked, edging herself closer and closer.

After several minutes of this, her eyes watering and glazing over in pleasure, she finally opens them and is greeted with the sight of Jason holding his cell-phone, pointing it down at her. She immediately focuses on it and pulls away, coughing slightly. “H-hey! What the hell are you doing?!”

He laughs and keeps the camera pointed at her. “Relax, I’m just taking a couple pictures for myself. It’s not everyday I meet a sexy MILF like you.”

“If they get out I’m fucked.” she says, angrily “My husband would kill me if he found out.”

Jason shrugs and says, “Listen I’ve already got some pictures. If these got out he’d be pissed, what’s the harm in a few more? And to sweeten the deal, I’ll make the electrical work free for you today.”

Misty bites her lip nervously. He had a point, the damage has been done and if it helps get this over with quicker, all the better. She hesitantly opens her mouth again, leaning in and starting to suck his cock deeply, her eyes never leaving the camera.

“Good girl… show me what a whore you are.” he moans happily, letting her control the speed in which she bobs her head on his shaft. He slides a hand back into her hair, gripping it roughly as he starts to thrust hard and deep into her mouth, fucking it like a toy. She tries to pull away, but her head is pressed against the kitchen counter, unable to move as Jason begins to pound his thick long shaft deep into her throat, his balls gently swinging to hit her chin with every push.

With every thrust, she gags slightly and her throat tightens around his shaft, almost milking him desperately. Over time however, she becomes more accustomed to his girth and is able to manage taking him deeper and deeper. Suddenly, Jason pulls back and roughly pulls her up to his feet, her eyes darting around in surprise. In one swift motion, she’s turned around and forcefully bent over the counter, one hand in her hair pinning her head to the countertop, the other guiding his saliva soaked cock against her, teasing her pussy.

“Beg for me to put it in. Ask your master for his cock!” he commands, sliding just the tip in so he can go back to working the camera.

“P-please…” she moans, feeling her sensitive pussy already being stretched. “Please fuck me master!”

Without hesitation, Jason slams into her, causing a yelp in pain. He didn’t ease into it at all, using her as a rough fuck toy and slamming into her, the sounds of their sweat covered bodies echoing throughout the house. Misty’s eyes rolled back as the pain turned into pleasure. She began to lose track of time as she was fucked hard against the countertop, it could have been minutes, or hours but she didn’t care; all she knew was she needed to keep feeling this incredible.

Her screams of pleasure filled the sweltering hot house, muffled only when Jason pulled her hair hard, making her arch her back as he leaned in to kiss her. His tongue pushed into her mouth, swirling with hers. She felt the scratching of his stubble along her soft skin, amplifying the pleasure she felt. While the two were wrapped together in this embrace, she could hear Jason’s breath become laboured; his cock swelling inside of her as he rapidly approached the finish.

“Y-you can’t cum inside me…” she pants out between moans. For once, Jason nodded in agreement before pulling out and pushing her back down to her knees. He slammed hard into her throat, the musky taste of his cock mixed with her own flowing juices almost had her orgasm right then and there. She continued to finger herself hard with two fingers, stroking her g-spot as her thumb worked her clit. She tasted the salty pre-cum dripping out into her mouth, longing for the real thing when he pulled back, one hand gripping his cock as he jerked vigorously.

“Open your mouth you fucking whore!” he commanded, moaning as he took aim. She obediently opened her mouth, looking up at the well-hung young man in front of her, cock in one hand and camera in the other. He moaned loudly as he finally released his load all over her, cumming several long thick strands of hot sticky cum all across her face, and several shots into her mouth. Feeling herself being covered in his seed drove Misty to the point of no return, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she finally came as well; accepting the fact that she had betrayed her husband and was this man’s whore for the day.

The two breathed heavily as their pleasure subsided, but Jason pushed his now softer cock against her lips. “Clean me up.”

Without a second thought she began to suck him hungrily, swallowing the load already in her mouth as she makes sure to drain every last drop and clean every inch of his sweaty cock. Finally with a small pop, she pulled her head back, and brought her hand up to her face. Almost mindlessly she began to scoop copious amounts of cum with her finger, and brought it to her mouth, sucking it clean. Seeing this, Jason laughed.

“Fuck you put on a good show Misty. How about we do this again when your husband works next? I can bring some buddies too, I’m sure they’d love to meet you.”

Her eyes widened in shock and she shook her head vigorously, “No! This was a one time thing to pay for the electrical work… right?”

Chuckling, Jason turns the phone around to show a video of her having her face cum on and then hungrily licking it off. “It can be, but damn I’d hate for your husband to see this. Wouldn’t you?”

“You… you wouldn’t!” she says, shaking on her knees as he looked down on her wolfishly.

“I didn’t think I would, but after having you… yeah I would.” he says, leaning down and gripping her throat, choking her hard. “Now thank master for fucking your slutty holes, and I’ll be back tomorrow. Understand?”

Feeling hopeless and defeated, her eyes start welling up with tears, looking up at her new master. “Yes sir… thank y-you for fucking my… my slutty holes.”

“Good girl.” he says, standing up and doing up his jeans, and looking at his watch. “Now, I’ll go finish getting your air conditioning working. It’s almost two, and I have other jobs I need to get to today.”

Jason turned on his heels and walked out of the kitchen, humming happily to himself as he grabbed the boxes to carry them back downstairs, leaving Misty in a state of shock. She carefully gets back to her feet, unsure if her shaking knees would support her as she stumbles to the bathroom, turning on the shower. Seeing herself in the mirror, Misty was shocked at the sight.

Her blonde hair was caked with now drying cum, a tangled mess of hair from where Jason had gripped it and pulled her around as he fucked her. Makeup running down her face, and red marks from where his stubble had run against her. She knew she should have felt disgusted by what she had done but… what Taylor doesn’t know can’t hurt him right?

She climbs in and takes a long shower, before hearing the front door close indicating Jason left. Once she’s sure he’s gone, she climbs out of the shower and dries off, and upon opening the bathroom door felt the refreshing cold breeze coming from her air conditioner. Smiling happily to herself, sure that she’d seen the last of him despite all of his talk, she walked back to the kitchen and saw a note on the counter.

*“Hey whore.*

*Took the liberty of calling myself from your phone so I have your number. I’ll call you when I need someone to take care of my cock. Be ready for tomorrow.*

*J.”*

After reading the note she quickly tears it up, throwing it in the garbage. She was a little afraid of what was to come next, but remembering the taste of his salty cum on her tongue, and the musky smell of his cock and balls in her nose had her get wet instead.

With that one day, Misty suddenly had another reason to dream of her days off work.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hvs14j/the_heatwave_mf_cheating