I want your husband to know. [Cheating] [Thought POV]

“I need you” my phone lights up with your name above it.

Great. Now I’m horny and you’re not here to help. How could you do that to me? You know I’m sharing a room for the next 3 weeks!

“Don’t do this to me right now!” I respond.

“Do what? I’m not doing anything!”

You know exactly what you’re doing and you’re loving it aren’t you. Just you fucking wait til I get back home and see you again.

We both know you’re touching yourself. I’d be disappointed if you weren’t. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about excusing myself and going to the bathroom.

The thought of you teasing your clit, moaning silently, breathing a little heavy gives me shivers. I love it.

“You’re such a tease. Stop it.”

“Mm.. No. I’m going for a shower now anyway so speak soon.”

I read the message and take a deep breath. Fuuuck. Now I’m thinking about you in the shower. Great.

I slip into a little daydream where you’re bent over in front of me, my hands grabbing your ass, getting fucked.

My phone vibrates. I open your message and it’s some pictures of you and the marks I left on you a week ago.

I can feel myself getting more and more worked up.

The fact you’re doing all this to me when you know I can’t do anything about it drives me crazy.

Don’t get me wrong, I love it. A lot. But you’re being so cruel.

Now I’m sitting here daydreaming of an encounter we had last week. Wow.

-_-_-_-

You tell me you’re home alone for a few days, which clearly means you want to get fucked. And you know what? Damn fucking right I’m coming to see you.

The train journey was boring and quite long, but definitely worth it just to see you. To hear your voice, to judge your driving, to listen to you talk about some animal statue your college had. But most definitely to hear your moans a few hours later.

We sit and watch old videos from over 10 years ago and show each other some of the weird shit that was around back then.

The entire time, I’m sat next to you wanting to kiss you.

Well.

And other things.

I’m not paying full attention to the videos because all I can think of is taking you upstairs.

Tasting you.

Teasing you.

Touching you.

Making you shiver.

I want to feel your clit in my mouth. My tongue teasing you. Your body jolt and your voice shake when I hit a sensitive part.

I want to taste your cum. Feel your hand push my head closer against you so my tongue can get deeper inside.

I want to drive you so close to the edge that you beg for it to be over.

I want you to get on top and ride my dick. I want to see your face when I hit harder and deeper inside you.

I want you to sit on my face and ride my tongue so fucking hard. I want you to cum on my face.

I want to bite you. Scratch you. Leave marks all over your thighs so that your husband might see them. I don’t care if you give me permission or not anymore. I like the risk and I’m not giving you a choice in it any more.

I want you to feel my fingers deep inside as I suck on your clit and make your body move with each combined movement of my hand and mouth.

Fuck.

I want to fuck you so hard that you’re on the verge of tears. And then I want you to ask for more.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pate9b/i_want_your_husband_to_know_cheating_thought_pov