I [F] cheated on my husband like he always wanted and it was the best decision I’ve ever made: Part 2

A few days after Ben changing my definition of sex, and Rick celebrating by attacking me every couple of hours all weekend long, I was sore. Sore, and in need of cranberry juice.

I had to cut Rick off. I had more happen to my vagina in the past week than the rest of my life leading up to it and I needed a damn break. He understood and promised to leave me alone until I was ready. I was promised the dinner of my choice (I married an excellent chef) and a no-sex massage (I married an ok masseuse). God, I love that man.

On Sunday I went to church with my parents, as always. Rick skipped out, as always. As always I lied about him having to work, which does happen a lot. In reality he cracked a beer as I was leaving and was likely trimming the hedges while I was on my knees, taking communion, wondering if adultery was still a sin if your husband was into it.

I hadn’t heard from Ben. I kept forgetting that from his perspective this was a high personal stakes secret affair. It would have been suspicious if he was texting or calling me over the weekend because that’s just not something he and I did. Besides, what was there to talk about? Nonetheless, part of me was like, “Really, dude?”

Or maybe I hadn’t heard from him because he was busy being balls deep in some stewardess in an airplane bathroom or pounding a married client on her husband’s desk. To be honest, I had no clue what that man was up to and it was none of my business. I was getting laid all weekend, I assumed he was too.

Unfortunately, I thought about him non-stop. I hated it, and I tried not to with all the vodka and mindfulness in the world, but I couldn’t help it. Every time Rick had me all twisted up, grinding as deep and hard into me as he could, I just wished he could go deeper and I thought about Ben. When Rick pounded at my walls, straining and arching himself while hitting certain spots with the precision of someone who’s known my body for years, I thought about how effortlessly Ben just glided right over them, pushing and pulling on everything at once, turning me inside out almost effortlessly.

I felt guilty. It took me a minute to realize it wasn’t the “cheating on my husband” component that was gnawing at me. It was how much I liked it, and how much I now craved it.

Rick knows all of this. He coaxed it out of me in the throws of dirty talk with a hitachi on my clit. Remember, he’s the one fixated on his size. He loves hearing me talk about Ben’s dick. How perfect and big and beautiful it is, how amazing it felt, how I dropped to my knees in worship for it and about how it reached places inside me Rick couldn’t. Pretty much everything. For Rick it’s all boner fuel, so the guilt was all me. It was just hard to wrap my mind around sometimes.

Monday morning arrived as it always does, and Ben called at 11am on the dot. I spun around in my chair and kicked my office door closed and took a deep breath before answering. It was a quick conversation.

He asked if I had a good weekend and if I had a chance to look at his uncle’s file. He told me, hearing my voice made him hard and the next time he saw me he wanted to fuck me on a bed and not have to worry about having to rush.

He told me to free up Thursday afternoon instead of that night because he’d be passing through town that day on his way to an unexpected overnight stay the next state over, but he still wanted to see me, so he’d get us a room somewhere for the afternoon.

“Well what if I can’t do that? I have a lot of work to do and my dad…..”, I said in a feeble attempt to play hard to get.

“Seriously?” Ben laughed. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”, and he hung up.

I was burning up and my heart was pounding like I just got off the phone with a boy I liked in 9th grade. Fuck, this was hot.

The next few days were relatively uneventful. Rick continued to pamper me and never once tried to initiate sex. I was extremely horny but still wanted to give my body more time to recover – and Rick actually seemed to be enjoying himself.

I got my hair cut and highlighted on Wednesday and apparently I was looking good because Rick was all over me. I was feeling more than fully recovered and pretty frisky myself.

We were taking our clothes off and Rick stopped us. “Hey…do you maybe want to save it for Ben?”

I looked at him like he was crazy. “Save what?”

“Your pussy…at this point you should just save it for him, don’t you think? I kinda thought that’s what you were doing.” Rick said.

“But I’m horny nooooow!” I pouted, as I pulled off my panties and flung them at my husband. “And I’m naked, so….”

Rick grabbed me and flung me onto the bed and buried his face between my legs. As he skillfully tongued my clit I laid back and fantasized about Ben. I was soaked in no time and my pussy was throbbing. I was aching deep inside to feel Ben’s big heavy dick stretch me wide. It was him I truly wanted inside me in that moment.

I vividly remembered pulsations of Ben’s climax and how incredible his cum felt flooding my insides as I squealed in delight, cumming on Rick’s face. Rick got up as soon as I stopped convulsing and shot his load on my pussy and stomach. He was serious about saving my pussy for tomorrow and I kinda like the sound of it too for some reason.

As instructed, I told my dad I needed to leave around noon to pick up a friend from the airport on Thursday and wouldn’t be back in until Friday. He gave me shit about it but I always get what I want from Daddy.

I was 1000% ready to get ravaged that day. I wore a short black skirt with knee high black stockings and tight, red, sleeveless button down blouse. I even wore heels, which I hate, but I wanted to show off. I was bra-less (small boob privilege) and was wearing a very tiny white thong. I was pushing the limits of workplace professionalism, but I doubted anyone would complain.

Ben called at 10am and I was giddy.

“Hey, change of plans – can you meet me somewhere and give me my uncles file if you’re done with it like you’re supposed to be? I have be out of town a lot earlier that originally planned and I’m heading out in your direction now. I’m kind of in a hurry.”, Ben said flippantly.

I was livid. “Seriously, Ben?” I asked forcibly. “Do you think I’m just some skank that can drop what she’s doing and come fuck you at your convenience? I’m busy, I’m married for fucks sake, I work with my parents – do you know the shit I had to endure from my dad to get the afternoon off?”

There was a moment of silence as I waited for his apology.

“Damn, you were really looking forward to this dick appointment, weren’t you?” Ben laughed.

“Shut the fuck up. I’ll meet you at the Starbucks up the road from the office.” I said curtly and hung up on him. I grabbed his stupid file and stomped out of my office.

“Are you leaving already?” asked my Dad as I swooped past.

“Yes, I just have to drop something off for someone. I’ll be back and I’ll be here the rest of the day.” I huffed.

When I pulled into the parking lot of the, I saw Ben’s flashy ride parked far away from the other cars with the running lights on. I pulled up next to him on his passenger side and rolled down my window. I could hear the speaker phone and Ben having a serious sounding conversation.

I was staring at my reflection in his dark tinted window making the most irritated face I could in Ben’s direction as it rolled down. He continued talking loudly (because that’s who he is, one of those loud annoying speaker phone people) as he motioned for me to get in his car.

I decided as I turned off my engine, put on a fresh coat of lipstick and undid two more buttons on my blouse, that I was going to tease him mercilessly if he stayed on the phone to teach him a lesson. I slid into his car, tossed the file in the back seat, and sat up on my knees facing him as he continued blah blah blah-ing.

He hardly looked at me, so I undid two more buttons and slowly pulled my blouse open, baring my tiny pink nipples. I bit my lip and stroked my perky little breasts. Even the big bad asshole couldn’t ignore that.

Now finally looking at me but still rambling on at the phone, Ben reached over and gave one of my nipples a gentle pinch and stroked it with his thumb. I shivered at his touch and I was covered in goosebumps as my nipples became hard. Instant wetness.

And I wasn’t the only one that liked it – I could see the bulge growing in his slacks. Ben shifted in his seat and tried to adjust himself as I sucked on his finger and rubbed his thigh. He was starting to loose focus.

Then, not because I wanted to distract him but because I fucking wanted it, I leaned over the center console with my ass in the air and undid his pants. After what felt like an eternity of excited fumbling, I pulled Ben’s fat, semi hard beast out of his underwear and immediately took as much of him into my mouth as I could.

I was done teasing. I’d been thinking about this guys dick all week and I didn’t care how mad at him I was. I sucked and sucked as he quickly grew in my mouth, moaning softly and slurping loudly.

I was starting to pick up on the fact that the person on the other end of the phone was a boss of some sort so I decided to make it harder on him. I started focusing on his head and stroking his shaft with a firm grip, determined to suck the soul out of this man.

Ben groaned involuntarily as I twirled my tongue around his purple crown. As the droning voice on the speaker phone rambled on, Ben reached behind me up my skirt, pulled my panties aside and started playing with my smooth little pussy. I responded by increasing my pace.

Suddenly Ben interrupted the other conversant “Hey – <mmm> I’m sorry but I’ve got something <AH>… I’m getting an urgent call…I, <aaaaaaa-OH>have to take this – I’m sorry I’ll call you right back Jerry.” And quickly hung up the phone.

Ben placed his other hand gently on the back of my head as he played with my clit. His dick was so hard I bet I could have chipped a tooth on it and it tasted like there’s was a constant stream of precum oozing out of him.

He was getting close and I was going to have to make a decision. I don’t normally swallow. I’m more of a “jerk you off on my tits” kind of blowjob finale kind of girl, but that wasn’t an option at the moment. And with as much as he cums I couldn’t just let it fly everywhere and risk getting it on my clothes or in my hair. I had to go back and work with my dad after all.

Before I had a chance to think about it any more, Ben gripped my ass and the back of my head firmly, pushing me down, as his cock began its muscular pulsations. I was determined to keep my composure while deep throating him this time, and I again felt myself needing his cum – so I immediately tried to relax my throat and started preemptively swallowing.

The first two pulses were dry, but on the third a torrent of hot cum shot down my throat, which I hungrily gulped down. With every pulse I swallowed as hard as I could. Ben bucked, cursed, and pounded on his steering wheel as I swallowed every last drop. I didn’t stop sucking until he began to deflate in my mouth and was just repeating, “fuck…wow….fuck….fuck….”

Goddamn, I love the taste of that man’s cum. Let’s throw that on the pile of sexual first I’ve had recently because that thought had never crossed my mind before. His dick was totally clean by the time I was done with it.

I sat up and put myself back together as Ben stuffed himself back into his pants. His face was red with a giant smile spread across it.

I said, “As much as I enjoyed that, when do you plan to actually fuck me again?”

“I’ll be back in town tomorrow afternoon. If you can handle your husband, I’ll get us a suite downtown and I’ll fuck you until the sun comes up, shit. I know one of the managers at <nice hotel downtown>, no problem. Roof top suite with pool access and a jacuzzi – I promise – you will have my undivided attention.” Ben said with the elation of a man that just had his balls drained. I think he would have promised me anything at that moment.

Overnight though? It seemed so….maybe a bit much…kind of intense…did I really want to be around Ben that much?

“That sounds amazing!” I said, thinking with my pussy. “Don’t worry about Rick – but I’m holding you too this. I mean it, you put me off again and you’re cut off.” I leaned in to kiss him.

The fucker scoffed at my threat to cut him off and shunned my kiss because I had “jizz breath”. I punched him as hard as I could in the shoulder and got out of his car.

The whole drive back to work, with my pussy tingling and my belly full of cum, I talked to Rick. He was proud of me for my blowjob stunt and almost more excited than I was for me to have an overnight with my “boyfriend”. I strongly objected to that title and Rick just laughed, promising to call him my “Bull” instead, which to be honest I think is kinda hot.

Ben called me at the office again right before I left to let me know he made the reservation. He told me to dress nice and bring a bathing suit. He also told me not to let Rick cum in me tonight so I’d be clean for him.

I told my bull I’d been saving myself for him all week.

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