[M]y [F]irst Affair – She blew me while her husband was yelling at her on the phone

A month after our successful encounter in the car, I had the opportunity to travel through their hometown on a business trip. I suggested that I could arrange my flights in order to have a multi-hour layover, and she could meet me at the airport and we could have a couple of hours of private time. She asked if I could extend my layover to an overnight, and I immediately agreed.

We made plans for me to arrive noon one day and then fly out the following afternoon. We’d have time together during the day, before her kids got home from soccer practice and golf lessons, and then again the next morning.

By this time, her family knew about me, although just ‘as friends’. She suggested that I come over for dinner, I’d already met everyone and it would be comfortable enough. She could even drive me from the airport to my hotel, then to her house, and then back. This all seemed logical, actually, to show that we were ‘just friends’ and keep the story going.

However, when her husband found out about that idea, he immediately said no. He was the perfect storm: mysogonistic, super suspicious, and dumb as a bag of hammers. So it was perfectly alright for him to treat women like they were objects, flirting with them, all touchy-feeling, hugs and kisses and swats on the ass. But if she as much as noticed another guy, he went ballistic, calling her names and accusing her of the worst possible motives. A classic hypocrite.

So when she suggested she could pick me up at my hotel and then drop me off after dinner, he immediately suspected hanky-panky. Which was stupid, it was a 10 minute drive, so if she left at 5 and we returned at 5:20, just how much trouble could we get into? Nonetheless, he insisted that I stay at their house, supposedly to save me some money, but very obviously so he could ‘keep an eye’ on me.

Turns out that backfired, more than once. Here’s the first time.

She did pick me up at the airport. She had told her kids that we would pick them up from practice and get gelato. Fortunately, there was enough time between those two events that we had some serious make-out time first. Not enough time or privacy to go any further, although we both ended up a little handsy and pretty worked up by the time we had to get her kids.

After cold snack time, we had to go shopping for groceries, but when she mentioned that, the kids protested, not wanting to be dragged along with ‘two old people’. One of her kids asked her to pick up a couple of items for school since we were already going shopping, and so the rest of the afternoon turned out to be more alone time than expected.

All the while, her husband had been texting and calling her, making sure that we didn’t have five uninterrupted minutes together. In fact, he’d actually been on the phone with her when I walked out of security, and we shared a quiet laugh as we hugged and kissed while he was on the phone. She made a point of holding the phone at arm’s length while she pressed up against me and then slid her tongue into my mouth. Once we picked up the kids, his poorly disguised attempts at keeping tabs on her halted, figuring they would act as intermediate baby-sitters.

But once we dropped the kids off, his pestering picked back up, and it was very funny to see his continued messages and calls, for the lamest reasons, in his plan to keep us from having uninterrupted time together. What he didn’t realize (I told you he was dumb, right?) was that we simply integrated his interruptions into our time together.

In between stops at a couple of stores, she pulled into the parking lot of a big box store, with a huge parking lot. Finding a place out of the way of most traffic flow, she parked next to a semi, hiding us from the street. We began making out again, and every few minutes he’d call or text, and we stop and catch our breath.

After one such call, she finally yelled at him, saying that if he kept interrupting her while shopping, we weren’t going to get home until 8, because reception at the store was so bad she had to walk outside to talk to him. “That should give us a few minutes. I bet I have enough time to find out if your cock is hard.” “Like you don’t already know,” I laughed. With that, she reached down and started squeezing the bulge in my shorts. We continued making out as she pumped me.

Her phone started buzzing again, and she let go, and saw a string of messages from him. “I better answer these without making him wait too long. Can you hold on for a minute?” I spun her around on my lap, so she was facing away from me, and began fondling her tits as she texted back. Then I began nuzzling her neck from the back. “Stop! I can’t concentrate!” she protested, but not too much.

Finally she hit send one final time, and threw it on the seat next to us. She spun herself around, straddling me. “I think we have five minutes of peace and quiet. I want to suck you so bad, think that’s enough time?” “I bet you don’t need 2 minutes, let’s try!” I agreed. She moved over next to me, kneeling on the seat, balancing with one hand, and quickly unzipped me. It didn’t take long to get completely hard again, and she began moaning as she swallowed me, pumping with her free hand.

But not two minutes later her phone rang again. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” she screamed at him, “YOU ARE WORSE THAN ALL THE KIDS PUT TOGETHER!” I could hear him yell incoherently, about how he was so busy at work, that he kept getting interrupted, that he kept forgetting things she needed to know RIGHT THEN. As he started on his rant, she looked up at me, rolled her eyes, and then, holding the phone at arms length again, proceeded to take my cock in her mouth again. Needless to say, that was incredibly hot, and funny as hell besides. All of his attempts to keep her ‘honest’ were having the exact opposite effect.

He kept yelling, every once in a while, she’d pull off and argue with him for a moment, and then go back to filling her mouth with me. He had absolutely no idea his wife was blowing another guy WHILE he was yelling at her to prevent her from doing so. We were both so turned on.

It didn’t take long for the combination of the situation – my cock in her mouth as he was yelling at her – and her energy to bring me to climax. I stiffened my legs, and started to shake. She pulled off me quickly, and interrupted him. “Then what do you want? Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything you want.” And as he started to answer, she slid her lips around my knob as I started to come. We were both in a big hurry for me to finish so that if he asked her a question, she could answer, but fortunately he had a lot to say, and she was able to finish me while he was still yammering. Then she made a big display of opening her mouth, showing me her mouth full of my cum, and then swallowing.

“Look, Michael, we’re about at the checkout counter. Can we finish this up tonight after dinner? Just the two of us, in bed? Please?” With that, he appeared to relent, and let her go.

“I’m sorry he’s such a blowhard.” she apologized. I laughed, “You’re a much better blowhard than he is. I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk for a few minutes…”

“You better hurry, we still have to go shopping here. And we have to stop at another department that I hadn’t planned on.” I looked at her with a question, and she responded, “I’ll show you when we get inside. Now let’s zip you up.” She smiled at me wickedly, leaned down and sucked one last drop out of me, then put me back together.

Once in the store, she pointed the cart down one aisle and started filling it with items. Then made a right turn to the women’s apparel. “My panties are SO wet, I can barely stand it! I want you to pick out a couple pair for me while I’m getting the stuff for the kids.” She pointed to the school supplies department. “I’m going to put one pair on in the car, and the other, I’m going to wear tonight during dinner. Only you and me will know.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nsnigg/my_first_affair_she_blew_me_while_her_husband_was