To begin, I know I fucked up, but two things can be true at once. I made a terrible mistake, but the sex was amazing. I had gone to Vegas with a group of friends for a bachelor party. I know; this is the cliché setting for a million cheating stories.
The first night we decided to go on a guided bar crawl. It seemed perfect for what we were looking for. You pay an upfront cost, and then an enormous group of party-goers moves from bar to bar with their drinks paid for all night. It took little time for our bachelor party group to find our counterparts, a bachelorette party. The numbers matched almost perfectly, and eventually, everyone was paired off, including me, even though I was clearly wearing a wedding ring.
Her name was Stacey, and she had long black hair past her shoulders, dark eyeliner, and a short pink dress that hugged her tight body perfectly. We immediately hit it off, but things remained relatively innocent. Light touching during a dance and just a slight amount of playful flirting. Eventually, the drinks began to kick in. The touching on the dance floor turned into lustful grinding. I got us a couple more shots and knew I was in trouble when she suggested I took mine from between her perfect breasts, which were threatening to bust free from her dress any second.
A white light strobed, and hip-hop music bumped in the background as she slid the shot glass between her tits and looked up at me with an irresistible smile. She knew she had me. As I leaned forward and fished for the drink, she put her hands gently on the back of my head, pulling me in close. She smelled like wildflowers, and her nails sent a shiver down my spine as she ran them through my hair. No sooner had I downed the shot than she pressed her lips to mine. I knew it was wrong, but at that moment, that only made me want her more.
We ended up back in her hotel room, pawing at each other like savages. Immediately, she dropped to her knees, expertly unbuckled my belt, and dropped my jeans to the floor. My thick cock was already throbbing for her, and she took a moment to tease me a bit. Her wet tongue gently ran the length of my shaft before taking only the head in her mouth, giving it a light suck that ended with a popping sound. I let out a moan which made her giggle.
She went to work and nearly took the entire length of my cock in her mouth, which impressed me. Then, she wrapped her soft hands around my girth and stroked gently. I was in a state of complete bliss. Until I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket.
I had noticed it before but thought little of it given the circumstances, but its persistence finally caught my attention. I pulled it from my pocket, expecting it to be one of my friends, drunk and trying to find me. Instead, my heart stopped when I read “Wifey” on the screens display. “Fuck,” I thought. I was supposed to call her when I got in for the night, and now it was two in the morning, and she was probably worried. Maybe annoyed. Probably both.
I had to answer it and motioned for Stacey to hang on and that I had to answer the call. She stayed on her knees and only looked up at me with a smile. She knew it was my wife calling, and the fact she didn’t mind only turned me on even more.
I answered and immediately began to apologize for not calling. We made small talk for a minute, but apparently too long. Stacey’s hand wrapped around my cock, her spit helping her hand glide smoothly across my length. I quickly lost focus on the phone call, and she decided to turn it into a game. She gave me a sly wink before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around my cock. She took me deeper and deeper into her mouth until I touched the back of her throat. It was too much, and it took everything in me to not let out a revealing moan. Stacey found my struggle quite funny.
Thankfully I told my wife I was too drunk and needed to get some sleep. The call ended, and finally, I could breathe a sigh of relief. Stacey immediately began laughing, falling back onto the floor. “Was that too much?” she asked with the perfect among of purr in her voice.
I helped her to her feet and pushed her gently against the hotel room wall. I kissed her hard, my cock pressing against her dress and leaving slight traces of spit and precum. My hands slid down her slender slides and cupped the perfect curve of her ass. I squeezed and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her tan, toned legs around my waist as our tongues danced in playful circles.
I turned and let her fall onto the bed with a bounce. She giggled and bit her lower lip, taking pride in how bad she had been. I slid her dress up past her hips, revealing a black lace thong which I promptly removed with one hand. I pressed my thumb to her clit and began making small circles, adding the slightest bit of pressure with every pass. She moaned and closed her eyes. I could feel how wet she was, giving away how much she had loved teasing me while I was on the phone. I pressed my throbbing cock against her pussy, and with a firm thrust, I pushed inside her. Her eyes shot open, and she let out a yelp of both pleasure and pain. “Was that too much?” I asked. I didn’t give her time to answer before thrusting again. I felt her pussy stretch to accommodate my girth. I love that look on a woman’s face.
I leaned into her, kissing her neck as I took long, deep thrusts inside her perfectly manicured pussy. Her nails dug into my back as she screamed, “Yes! Yes!” Her body began to shake, and she wrapped her legs around me as she lost herself in orgasm. Her hips convulsed, milking my cock, and the sight of her cuming was too much. “Fuck!” I moaned as I tried to pull out. Instead, she only pulled me in tighter as my cock twitched and exploded inside of her.
I sat up and watched her catch her breath as my cum slowly began to drip from her swollen pussy. “Do you have anymore?” she asked, moaning and biting her lip. There was no use in holding back now. I smiled down at her, taking in her gorgeous figure.
“Why don’t you come find out?”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tjc312/mfcheating_cheating_in_vegas
Nicely written.