*Beth’s phone buzzes. At first she doesn’t respond. Pretends to be disinterested. Tries to be disinterested.* *But she can’t help herself. She’s like a cat with something shiny. Luke knows it too. They don’t talk about it often, but he knows. She has permission. Sort of.*
It started as a joke. Beth’s a work buddy, but she knows I have a reputation. More than one, actually. It was an after-hours meetup at a nearby restaurant. Tanya, one of the admins had made a casual remark about “that fucking python you have.”
“I wanna see it! I know you’ve got pictures… you’ve practically sent them to half the women in the office” Beth chimed in. I smirked, gave a shrug. Pretending to ignore her. She wouldn’t let it alone. “I bet I’ve seen bigger.” I took out my phone, thumbed the Lock Screen and opened a folder slid the phone across. Her mouth opened, then closed silently. Eyes wide, then she stilled her expression as the people at the booth laughed. “Hahaha… I told ya!!!” Tanya howled, cackling like a hyena. Tanya’s had my cock. She slid the phone back with a forced roll of her eyes. A glass and a half of chardonnay later she leaned in. “That’s not really you.” I just smile. I’ve set the hook. I’ve wanted to fuck Beth since she started working here. She’s gorgeous. Beautiful face with a light dusting of freckles, wavy strawberry blonde hair to her shoulders, soft shapely tits, a tight waist and curvy hips. Her skin is perfect and smooth. Her ass makes me hard on site. She’s built for fucking.
I leaned into her, whispering hotly in her ear. “Wanna find out?” She bit her lip. Smiled. I got up and walked to the men’s room. About a minute later here comes Beth. Nervous. Trying not to look guilty. She looks back over her shoulder. I extend a hand. She takes it. Hers is soft, warm. Her fingers are delicate and slender. I lead her into the men’s room, going all the way back to the last stall. Her face flushed the sexiest shade of pink.
“The boys room toilet, huh? You really know how to impress a girl!” I can’t help but laugh. We both get quiet.
I lean back against the stall and touch her face, her cheek. My thumb slides over her lip and she sucks it in. If this was ever about idle curiosity, it’s not anymore. She just wants to fuck. I look at her. “Go ahead”
She bites her lip again and reaches for my belt. Her fingers are shaking. She’s not as confident as she makes out. She pops the snap on my jeans and unzips me. I don’t help her. She’s going to work for it. I’m already semi hard, my cock tucked along my leg in my boxers. “Shit” she breathes as she sees it. She touches it, then leans into it placing her face against my hardening bulge. She’s almost worshipful, rubbing her face against my shaft as she begins planting tiny kisses and licks against the fabric. She does this for what seems like long minutes until she hooks those manicured fingers into the waistband and pulls my boxers down. My cock springs free, like a trebuchet, swinging upward with a force that surprises her, grazing her face on its way to slapping against my stomach with an audible smack. It bobs in front of her.
She pauses, startled. Fascinated. She reaches out, straight at her face, and then does something I’ve never seen a woman do. She places her elbow against my trimmed pubis and measures the cock along the length of her forearm. It comes almost to the bone of her wrist, and is equal to its diameter.
“Oh my god.” She says, almost inaudibly, staring at my cock. Then up at me.
“I don’t think…” she mumbles.
“You can. You’ll get used to it.” I reply, saying little but implying a lot more. “You’d be surprised what you’ll be capable of doing with me.” A round head of crystalline precum turns into a strand as gravity pulls it, shining and glistening toward the floor. She sticks her tongue out, catching it, before she parts her lips over the purple head of my cock. Her hand wraps around it. That pretty engagement ring around that slim finger drives me nuts. “Kiss it. Kiss it the way you kiss your husband.” Her eyes fly upwards with a glare that morphs into something else, a fiery lust. She does just that: softly French kissing my cock, eyes closed, then looking up at me for approval before she licks her way down the shaft and back up before resolvedly opening wide and taking the length of me down her throat. She manages about half of it. Her mouth is so hot and tight. The way her jaw stretches and her tongue pushes against my shaft is perfect.
I lace my fingers in the soft curls of her straw-copper hair and rock my hips gently, slowly fucking her mouth, pushing the barrier of her throat. She gags a bit but there’s a gleam in her eye as she looks up at me. She’s better than she gives herself credit for. She can’t deepthroat me – yet – but she makes up for it by perfectly squeezing and pumping me with her hands as she flutters her tongue across the head of my prick.
The bathroom door opens and we both look at each other and smile. We’re silent, but she keeps with shipping my cock. The man finishes washing his hands and exits.
“I want you inside me” she says with watery eyes. “Do you have a condom?” I shrug. “No…” Smirking. She pauses. “…but I’m clean” is all it takes to reassure her, and she stands, pulling her skirt up over her muscles thighs and round, beautiful ass, and places her hands against the stall.
“One day, I’m going to fuck her in the ass”, I tell myself. I pull her panties down, stretched taught across her thighs. The gusset is soaked, and her inner thighs are damp and sticky with obvious arousal. I line my cock up against her wet, swollen lips, running it up and down. She’s drenched and her pussy makes the most delightful noises. “Just don’t cum in me” she says. I reach around her dress and maul her shapely tits as I push into her. She hisses through her teeth until I’m inside her passage. I slide in and out and she whimpers until I plunge forward and slide fully into her creamy wet pussy. She lets out a pained, animal groan through gritted teeth. “Gahhhh… yessss… fuck”
Like this, I grab her hips and piston her. Whispering in her ear. Making promises to defile her, to fuck her in places her husband can’t, she just moans between gasps of air. Sweat is beaded all over her neck and shoulders. She’s such a hot fuck. I’m not gonna last.
I reach forward, rubbing her clit, hissing in her ear “tell me you’re a cheating whore.” She loses control. Her legs shake and she drips wetly around my cock as an orgasm tears through her. “Yesssssss… I’m a married cheating whore…. holy fuck”. I wrap my hand around her throat and buck my hips harder as she shakes and bite down on her shoulder as my own orgasm takes me.
My cock jumps inside her married, unprotected pussy, shooting the first of a series of jets of thick, white semen agains her womb. She wriggles against me, trying to get loose but she can’t. I bathe her insides in cum and collapse against her, pressing her to the wall. “Shit… I said don’t…”. But she’s smiling, gasping for air, her tresses stuck to her forehead with sweat. My cock is still twitching inside her now-flooded pussy and begins to recede. Finally, after a long moment, it plops out, followed by a gush of our combined fluid that runs down her legs and splatters on the tile floor.
And that’s how I began fucking Luke’s wife.
*… she finally looks at her phone. “Come over, now.” She smiles. By now she’s addicted to being a cheating slut. She gets up off the couch, passing Luke and heading to the bedroom. Minutes later, she emerges in a black, floral print sun dress that shows off her curves and delicious cleavage I’ve grown fond of fucking.*
*Luke looks up. He knows what’s going on, but asks anyway. “Where are you going?”*
*“To see my boyfriend” she replies simply. wickedly. She grabs her purse and keys and heads for the door. As she’s about to leave she pauses. Turning, she walks back and stands in front of her Husband. Without a word, she reaches under her skirt and pulls her panties down, over her thighs, down those beautiful toned calves, and around her ankles. She steps out of them, bending down to pick them up and giving her husband a show of her tits in a black lace bra as she does.*
*She balls them up and places them in his hand as he looks at her, slack jawed in stunned silence.*
*“I won’t be needing these. They just get in the way.” She turns and leaves. Luke hears the car start and pull away before he looks at the panties in his hand and realizes they’re completely soaked.*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kqfnga/owning_beth_cheating_mf_cuckold
Really good. Could’ve had a few parts to draw out the story!