I sat in the driveway trying to figure out what I was doing. Cheating. That’s what I was doing. If my wife ever found out she’d be heartbroken and I’d be ruined.
So why was I doing it?
I love my wife. More than anything. She’s my whole world. And I didn’t even like Jacob. He was a complete bastard. Rude. Demanding. Forceful. Impatient.
The first couple of times we were together he forced me. Physically overpowered and intimidated me. After that he basically blackmailed me, threatened to tell my wife and everyone else.
He was a complete ass. And on top of all that he was a *he*. I’ve never been attracted to guys. I’m not gay. There’s nothing wrong with it, it’s just not something I’ve ever been interested in. Outside of a short time when I was growing up, I’ve never questioned my sexuality or anything.
But there I was, sitting in my car in his driveway. I’d driven there of my own free will. Not physically forced there, no coercion.
The day before he’d pulled up next to me as I was about to get into my car at the gym. He’d rolled down his window and ordered me to get into his car, so I did. I didn’t even fucking protest.
As soon as I sat down and closed the door he handed me a little bag.
“There is a piece of paper in there with my address,” he said. “Skip the gym tomorrow and be there at 6. I told you I’ve bought you a gift. They are in the bag too. Make sure you are wearing them when you come.”
I didn’t say a thing. I couldn’t think of any words. I never could when he was close. He’s just so big and dominating. I’m not a tiny guy myself. I spend a good bit of time at the gym and take pride in what kind of shape I’m in. But he made me feel … frail and tiny. That’s just how big he is.
He stared at me for a minute with his cocky little smirk, I guess waiting for me to say something. Then he just grunted, unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. He was already hard, and like I said … he’s a big guy.
“I’m in a hurry today,” he said. “But I need to cum. So get to it.”
I sat the bag down on the floor board and leaned over the center console. You don’t say no to Jacob. Or I guess I don’t.
I wrapped my lips around his cock and swirled my tongue around the head. I’d figured out that he liked that and the quicker I could get this over with the quicker I could go home … and brush my teeth.
I pressed my tongue against his shaft and bobbed my head up and down a little. I guess that wasn’t enough for him though. He put one hand on the back of my head and pushed me down. I gagged a little when his dick pushed down my throat, but not as bad as I had the first few times.
“Mmmm” he murmured. “That’s good. That’s how you do it.”
He released the pressure on the back of my head and let me pull up but just a few inches. He held my head still and started thrusting his hips. His dick hit the back of my throat, occasionally pushing past and down my throat as he continued to fuck my mouth like I was a coed with daddy issues.
He lasted maybe five minutes before he pushed my face down into his lap and started shooting his cum down my throat. He liked it when I swallows his cum so I did my best to swallow it all. There is always such a relief when he cums. Knowing that it is over. That he is done with me for now. It’s … it’s almost a pleasure. It’s almost a joy to feel him cum just because we are done … and because I know I did a good job.
A little of his cum dribbled out of my mouth and onto his stomach. “Lick it up,” he instructed. I felt sick to my stomach. Somehow it felt worse licking his cum than swallowing it when it was shot directly in my mouth. But we were almost done and then I would be free, so I did it.
He pushed my head out of the way and zipped up his pants without saying a word. I just sat there like an idiot, waiting for his permission to leave I guess. Finally he looked at me and said, “Tomorrow. 6 o’clock.”
And so there I was, sitting in his driveway at 5:55, trying to figure out why I was there. Why I couldn’t even think about not coming. Why my body ached at the thought of what he was going to do to me.
I resolved myself to not getting an answer to those questions. I was there. I guess the “why” doesn’t really matter. I let my mind go blank, turned off the car and headed to his front door.
He opened the door before I even rung the doorbell and looked me up and down like a wolf inspecting a cornered bunny. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and from the bulge I could tell he was starting to get hard. I hated myself for noticing that so quickly and for the reaction it had on my own body.
“Are you wearing the gifts I bought you under those clothes?” He asked.
I just nodded dumbly.
“Good,” he smiled. “Get on your knees. We are going to have a lot of fun tonight.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/sunua5/my_addiction_pt_4_mm_reluc_cheating
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