I repeated myself after you sat there staring back at me with weepy eyes. You felt guilty down into the darkest recesses of yourself – even in the place that made you think that what you did was a good idea to begin with. I’d never tell you that you could have gotten away with it; I hadn’t even had the slightest inclination something was amiss that day.
“So, you want to stay?” I asked, for the third time. I could tell that you were sitting uncomfortably on my couch. It was like you could feel the cushion pushing you off of it or something. I made sure that my voice wasn’t rising. I figured you’d calm down if I stayed that way myself.
You finally nodded. You didn’t take your gaze from my eyes as you did so.
“I have a proposition for you,” I said. You cocked your head slightly, and your thoughts started racing. What revenge or humiliation could I have in store for you? You felt like the price to stay would be some firm punishment of some kind, but you wondered what bridge would be too far. I suspected that you thought I would say something like, “spanking,” or, “I need the pass-code to your phone,” or, “I need time away from sex with you.”
No. None of those punishments would do. I had other things in mind, and none of them involved “time away from sex.”
After a few days of mulling it over, pondering over the idea of if my proposition was too far for you or not. There was some risk to it, sure, and you weren’t sure how your friend would react if it came to that, but, if it meant that I didn’t kick you out of my house, then it might be worth it. Either way, Friday came and you still couldn’t believe this was what I demamded.
My car was parked of back, out of sight, when he pulled up. “He’s here,” you said. You stood in front of the window in nothing but the same lingerie you wore that day. The lace was black but sheer. Your nipples were perky and unhidden by the floral pattern in the bra, but your clit was covered by a strip of floral pattern that resembled a landing strip. Your ring glinted in the sunshine. I sat back in the shadows of the spare bedroom, where it was going to happen, admiring the curves of your ass in the g-string and garter belt. I liked how the stockings nestled right beneath your cheeks and seemed to push them up.
I heard the car do close and saw you take a deep breath. I wondered what else was going through your mind. Were you worried that your boss would find out that you weren’t sick? You called in sick today, per my demand, like you had done that day. Were you worried he’d freak out and not perform? Or that he’d just leave? Were you dreading calling your friend?
You told me that you greeted him in the doorway, ripping the band-aid off before you had the chance to doubt your decision to cheat on me in my house. I saw that repeat. “This feels familiar,” he said with a smile a slight laugh. You returned the sentiment knowing that there would be nothing familiar about it when you both entered the bedroom I waited in. I took my seat in the corner armchair and tried to relax. Even my nerves were getting the best of me.
Then you pushed him into the room. And he fell back onto the bed, just like you told me he had last time. You climbed on top of him and held him down, kissing him and running your fingertips through his beard. He reached up and grabbed your ass hard with both hands. He smacked you once, hard. I wondered if that was where the incriminating bruises came from. You were wet. I could hear your pussy open up as he spread your cheeks apart. You knew I could hear that. You worried it would make me mad. It did, but I wasn’t going to show it.
You unbuttoned his shirt, button by button, like last time. You got to his belt, unbuckled it, and opened his fly. He relaxed on the bed, knowing that soon his eager cock would be in your mouth. When he would look up at you, that’s when he would surely see me. That’s when the surprise would happen. Until then, you were to suck his cock, looking up longingly at him. You kissed and licked around the tip of his cock and then down to the underside along the sensitive seem. You licked back up to the top. You took the head into your mouth and slowly slid your lips down the length of him, drooling with lust all the way. I loved, and hated, how excited you were. When his cock hit the back of your throat, he looked up.
At first he saw only you, then, a few moments later, after he took the time to process my presence. He freaked out, tried to scurry from you and pull his pants up, and panic set in for a moment. When he saw that I hadn’t moved, and that your face betrayed that this was the plan, he relaxed a bit. “Who the fuck are you?” He demanded.
“I’m her fiancé,” I replied, “and this is my house.” He started to get up. “No, no, no. Relax,” I said standing. I gritted my teeth, and I could feel my cock stiffening. “I told her that I wanted her to do the same thing she did last time.” He stopped, but was still tensed up on the bed. “No, keep fucking my bride-to-be.” I sat back down. “It’s what she wanted,” I said. “Enjoy this though. If you had noticed the engagement ring, this might not have been the last time,” I said, “However, I may change my mind if you make her cum.”
He smirked. He made you cum last time, you told me so. I seized on that, and chose to put him back on the back foot now that he knew why he was here. “She needs to get back to sucking your cock before climbing on top to ride you. You’re then going to get behind her, and rail her hard from behind. After a short time of that, you’re going to command her to get on her back…” You resumed sucking his cock, he relaxed, and I continued my instructions. “Then you’re going to fuck her until you pull out and shoot cum all over her, from her cunt to her chin.”
“Fuck,” he said as you worked his cock with your lips, tongue, and throat.
“Am I understood?”
“Yeah, dude,” he said damn near bursting with excitement. He was probably wondering how he’d gotten so lucky. His ego must have been so inflated in that moment.
“My whore is…” I said, pausing as I stood. “…well, a whore.” I stepped towards the bed. “Not necessarily your whore though.” I leaned next to him. Time to deflate his ego. “Make her cum,” I whispered loud enough so that he could hear you slurping on his cock and balls. “Is she also your whore?” You were drenched in your pussy, thirsting for this illicit cock. I made sure he knew I was right there, in his space, and, most importantly, in control. I looked to you. “Climb on his cock. Now.” I sat back in the chair, and you did as I commanded.
You grabbed his slobbery cock and stroked it a few times as you straddled over it, with it pointed stiffly towards your eager, moist hole. You knew this would work out exactly as last time. Your hand caused a wet squelching sound on his cock as you teased the tip with your lower lips. You were sure he’d make you cum, you’d get to fuck him again, and you would only have to endure a hard spanking and fucking me after. You were certain.
I already knew you were wrong. His ego was beyond the point of no return. He felt like his cock was primed for dominance. You were his! Damnit!
Then you slid your lustful, needy cunt onto his cock… And he could feel it. He’d gotten too excited. “Fuck!” he thought. “No!” He gritted his teeth, and squeezed your ass hard enough that the squeezing alone would bruise you. You ground into him, getting closer, and closer, and closer.
I could see you getting flush and was worried you’d cum before him. Then I saw his balls tense up hard. He threw his head back and pushed his hips up. This bastard was cumming…
…exactly as I’d hoped. He filled your slutty hole with five hard ropes of cum. It started to seep out down his cock. One of his hands slipped on your sweaty ass, and he grabbed a garter strap nearly tearing it. You started to fake an orgasm. Shaking, squealing, and putting on a show. I’m sure he was convinced. I wasn’t. You looked back at me to see me smiling, knowing you’d faked it. You knew you’d never be allowed to see him again after this, but he got a good show and you got a creampie.
He must have forgotten all about my conditions, telling him what would happen. He seemed arrogant as he dressed. He must have felt like a stud. You did put on a good show for him. He kissed your cheek goodbye at the door and you locked the door behind him as he left. You sighed, but you hadn’t gotten too close to him. You tried to reassure yourself. Then, you turned around to see me. You could see how hard I was with my cock still in my jeans. You knew you were going to get spanked as the cum leaked out of you. You knew you’d have to lick all of it up, wherever it landed. You knew I’d fuck all of that cum out of you and replace it with my own. Then you’d block his number and call your friend, like we’d agreed.
“My whore is, well, a whore,” you remembered. You were my whore, and you knew it. You wanted to stay.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tj0983/so_you_want_to_stay_part_1_of_2_hotwifingcheating