Because He Asked [MF] [Cheating] [Cuckold]

Standing in the doorway to the bedroom, Gabe watched his wife secure her stud earrings in place and then retreat into their bathroom to finish her hair and make-up. He moved to join her but first shot a quick glance over his shoulder to check on the kids in the living room. As expected, their two boys were fully preoccupied with the animated show on the tv and way too young to understand the strange vibes happening between their parents. Leaving them to their entertainment and obliviousness, Gabe followed Michelle into the bathroom.

The cedar-haired mother of two leaned against the sink applying a light eyeshadow in the mirror. The position left her bent over ever so slightly and Gabe took a moment to admire her lovely wide rear in the blue floral dress she wore before his eyes traveled to her reflection, catching the cleavage her v-neck left on display. Michelle didn’t possess the biggest breasts, and they hung a little lower these days after two kids, but there was no denying how ravishing she looked dolled up like this. A sharp contrast to the dressed down attire he was used to whenever they went out over the last four years.

Happy with her make-up, Michelle stood up straight and grabbed her curling iron to reenforce the thick waves of her hair. Gabe, on the other hand, frowned, the reason for her posh outfit jabbing at his brain.

“I still don’t understand why exactly you’re going on a date with this guy.”

“Because he asked,” Michelle said. Needing to keep the curling iron still, she used the mirror to dart her soft brown eyes over to her husband. He seemed unsatisfied with that response, and she sighed and added, “It would have been rude to say no.”

She removed the heated rod and checked the spring of her hair, her palm tapping at the ends and causing the large curls to bounce and return into place. Pleased with the effect, she unplugged the iron, turned, and hastily headed back toward the bedroom. Gabe’s large frame blocked the doorway. He stood there for a moment, a brief second longer than necessary to express his frustration, and then sheepishly moved aside.

As much as Gabe wanted to push back against his wife’s response, that seemingly too simple of an explanation, he understood it entirely. An answer like that would never fly from him but from Michelle it made complete sense. Her willingness to make everyone else happy, to not cause a stir and never come off difficult or impolite, was her most attractive characteristic.

Well, that wasn’t fully true, he admitted, again inspecting her figure as she slipped on a pair of heels. Another thing he wasn’t quite used to, having mainly seen her in flats and tennis shoes. Michelle may have put on some weight, lost a bit of firmness, but even after two kids she still looked as pretty to him as when they first met back in junior year marching band. She wasn’t the hottest girl in high school or someone that oozed sex appeal, but she was kind and cute. Attainable, which worked perfectly well for a slightly overweight and dorky guy like him.

Of course, attainable didn’t mean unattractive. Not at all and especially not for Michelle. Thick lips that hid a sweet smile, gentle eyes and an adorably awkward nose, and boobs the size of large oranges all gave her an appealing appearance. But those wide hips and toned thighs, those made Gabe’s dick twitch. Following behind her in marching band, his eyes often found their way to her legs and ass incased in a pair of black yoga pants. He never told her this, but he even paid the school photographer to snap a couple photos of her from behind, pictures that he jerked off to a couple times before finally working up the courage to ask her out.

That was where her kindness and willingness to please and placate came in. Everyone knew about Michelle’s desire to appease. If a teacher asked her to help on a school project, she always said yes. If someone needed her assistance on an assignment, she tutored them after class. Even to this day, when the other moms needed someone to bake cookies last minute, they asked her because they knew she’d spend all night making them, and she did.

Part of Gabe always wondered if that personality trait was why she said yes when he had asked her to dinner, but even if it was the initial reason for them to have started dating, after eleven years and two kids, there was little doubt they loved each other. And truly he couldn’t complain considering all the other benefits that came with her courtesy. There were the little things, like making choosing where to eat out or what movie to watch much easier, but then there were the other things. The things that took him till freshman year of college to figure out. When he realized her pleasing attitude extended into the bedroom, and all he had to do was ask.

He still thought about her letting him give her a facial for the first time, kneeling in front of him and gazing up with wide brown eyes until he unloaded globs of cum onto her nose, lips, and cheeks. Or when right before their wedding ceremony he asked her to go down on him in her dress, and he came in her mouth from the sight of her done up hair and bobbing veil. Or that night of risky balcony sex during their anniversary trip, her bent over and holding onto the railing, breasts bouncing wildly as he pounded her from behind.

That was likely the night he got her pregnant. Once that happened and she gave birth, her unquestionable relenting to his requests slowed down. She still gave in if he asked hard enough but overall, after Nathan was born, their commitment and bond meant she didn’t need to make him happy in those other ways. With him, she didn’t need to say “yes” all the time. Only on occasion did she have to concede to him fucking her in the laundry room or “accidentally” losing her top for a second at the beach or changing the dinner menu to suit his random craving for tacos. He gladly accepted that their love didn’t necessitate her doing whatever he wanted — and that even though it didn’t apply to him anymore, she still extended her compliance to others.

He just never realized it meant she’d agree to go on a date with one of her co-workers.

“Isn’t he, like, twice your age?” Gabe asked. Michelle finished putting on her shoes and brushed her hands down her dress to straight it back out. The movement drew his eyes to her breasts and her still slim but a little softer midsection. He felt a small stirring in his pants. It wasn’t a particularly revealing or slutty outfit but seeing his wife so dressed up made his pulse pound. The way her loose and styled hair framed her face compared to the usual ponytail. The touch of lipstick and eyeliner that caused those features to pop on her cute face. And the amount of visible skin normally covered up by jeans and t-shirts.

“Over,” she replied. “He’s sixty-one.”

Gabe wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse.

Michelle had mentioned Mr. Hannigan, or Stan, a few times over the past couple years. He taught the classroom across from hers but had been doing so for decades before she came to the school. They often saw each other between classes, passed a few pleasantries in those early days of her teaching, and developed a sort of friendly rapport with one another. She brought him up sometimes off-handedly — telling Gabe how welcoming the older man was during her first few weeks or how he organized a baby shower for her prior to her maternity leave with Caleb — but never in a way that made Gabe feel threatened or like Michelle was interested in him. He had even outright asked her if she was when she came home and said she needed to get ready to go to dinner with him.

“Ew, no,” she’d said while stripping off her blouse and cardigan. “It’s not about that.”

Yet, despite that statement, she’d proceeded to peel off her jeans and replace her mismatched cotton underwear with a more supportive bra and a pair of lace-banded panties and had spent the next half-hour putting together her outfit. An outfit she was just about finished putting the final touches on while Gabe continued to try for answers.

“He’s that much older than you and you’re still going to go on a date with him?”

“Yes, Gabe!” Michelle said, her exasperation evident in her tone and posture. “It would be so awkward if I said ‘no’ and then had to keep teaching and talking with him at work. Not to mention what the other faculty members might say and think. It makes me anxious just thinking about it. You know how much I hate that kind of thing.”

His constant questioning had clearly hurt her feelings. It frustrated her to think that he didn’t even understand her or know her. But the truth was that he did. He fully grasped his wife’s strange compulsion to never seem difficult or impolite. It was one of the things he loved about her, wasn’t it? He’d certainly taken advantage of it himself, on a number of occasions. Getting her to do things she might not have done on her own without him asking. Like that time he got to bend her over his knee and spank her bare ass or when she jerked him off on the plane on their family vacation. Her compliancy turned him on as much as the acts themselves.

As hesitant as he was to admit it, her getting this dressed up to go on a date with an older guy she wasn’t attracted to just because he asked, solely because of her steadfast amenability, was kind of hot. Twisted but kind of hot.

Michelle turned to the dresser and grabbed her clutch and Gabe let out a sigh. “I’m sorry. Of course I understand. I know who I married, and I love her for it.”

The tension deflating from her shoulders, Michelle placed a hand on his arm and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “I love you, too.”

He followed her into the living room and watched her give the boys a peck on the forehead, but they barely acknowledged her, only taking a moment to tell her bye and then returning to some jumping game they were playing while the tv blared in the background. Glancing at the clock on the wall, Michelle nabbed the car keys from the entrance table and rushed over to give him another quick kiss, this time on the lips.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon. Just in case, can you make sure the boys brush their teeth and put them to bed tonight?”

“Sure,” Gabe said, giving her a warm smile. It wasn’t until she was long out the door and he’d settled down on the couch with the kids climbing all over him that he wondered what she meant by, “just in case.”

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Michelle grunted from Stan’s lengthy cock hammering into her. The near ten-inch prick repeatedly bumped against her cervix and its girthy thickness stretched her hole wide. Rocking back and forth on her hands and knees from his powerful thrusts, she was glad for her husband’s own thickness and having given birth twice. She couldn’t imagine taking his monster cock into her love-tunnel otherwise.

“Ah ah ah!” The mattress of his bed creaked noisily under them. One of his hands left her hips and smacked down onto her wide ass, and she let out a small yelp from the impact. Stan groped and squeezed at the pliable cheek and picked up his pace, pounding into her soaked cunt and making her moan. She was surprised at the older man’s stamina, him having cum already less than an hour ago, but it had been a quite a while since he had had any sex and had built up quite a few loads into those heavy, low-hanging balls of his. “Ungh! Ungh! Unnghh!”

Eyes scrunched shut, she bowed her head, waves of mussed curls swinging and bouncing around her face as her walls spasmed around his pistoning pole.

Dinner with Stan had been a rather simple affair. He took her to a nice restaurant in the town over, bought a bottle of wine for the table, and told her to order whatever she wanted from the menu. She was sure he meant it, but she kept things simple with a lemon chicken breast and asparagus. Though he did order an oyster appetizer for them to split. She wasn’t really a fan of the slimy mollusks but of course ate it without question. She appreciated the gesture. He may have worked at the school much, much longer than her but she knew what a teacher’s salary was and “market price” never meant cheap.

They chatted about work, he made her laugh a few times, and now and then, he would thank her profusely for “making an old man’s night” and compliment her hair or smile or tell her again how gorgeous she looked in her dress. It was stuff she was used to with him. Both the casual conversation and the occasional flirtatious remarks.

Even since she started teaching first grade at Grant Elementary, Mr. Hannigan took an interest in her. He might have been considerably older than her and rather harmless — if a bit old-fashioned — but she knew when someone found her attractive and thought about her in less than savory ways. It never bothered her that much and not wanting to appear rude or dismissive, she often thanked him for comments about her looks and never said anything about those moments when he peeked down her blouse or stared at her rear. She found it much easier to just go along with it since she did enjoy his company and they got along rather well.

However, she never expected him to ask her out on a date. In the teacher’s lounge at that. Everyone’s eyes were on them, and she nearly panicked while he waited for her answer. She probably only hesitated for less than thirty seconds but for her, that long of a time before saying yes made her seem like a total bitch. All the other teachers would shake their head at her, call her callous if she rejected poor old Mr. Hannigan, and she wouldn’t have blamed them. Everyone knew Michelle always said yes, that her need to be nice and amenable was her guiding principle. What would they say if this was the one instance she said no? He was single and lonely, never married, and just wanted to take her to a nice dinner. What harm could there be going on a date?

Another slap on her rear made Michelle squeal and toss her head back. Her dress and panties lay discarded on the floor, her bra thrown aside in the living room. Stan’s left hand joined his right on her ass, each one squeezing and molesting a wide cheek, while Michelle took over thrusting back and forth onto his big fat cock. She slammed herself faster, keeping his rhythm, to allow him to focus his attention on enjoying her soft, pliable cheeks.

“Goddamn, your ass is so nice, Michelle.”

“Th-thank you.”

“I love how it feels,” he groaned, his dick pulsing and throbbing inside of her. “I’ve thought about getting my hands on it for so long. It’s better than I could have dreamed.”

“That’s, mmph!, so sweet.”

She knew it wasn’t, but it would have been disrespectful not to say anything.

Michelle never intended to end up in this position. She really had no interest in Stan, just like she told Gabe. But after the great dinner and tipsy from only two glasses of wine — she never was a heavy drinker but didn’t want to say no considering he got them a whole bottle — he took her back to his place where she had parked and then invited her in for a little while. All he ended up having to do was ask and she was down on her knees sucking him off, old habits returning right back to surface.

For two years, Gabe was the only guy Michelle had been with. When he asked her out after performing at one of the school’s football games, she of course said yes and discovered during their many subsequent dates and time together that she really liked him, even loved him. More than that, she loved to please him. For her whole life, Michelle went out of her way to make people happy and content. She did whatever anyone asked, never wanting to put someone out, and took a bit of pleasure in pleasing as well. With Gabe, she found someone she wanted to please more than anyone else. She tried new foods because of him, went on roller coasters for the first time, and even gladly spread her legs and came on his cock for his birthday.

Anything he asked, she would have done.

But she should have made that clearer. Otherwise, maybe they wouldn’t have broken up in early freshman year of college. At least that’s what she thought.

They only separated for four months but in that time, Michelle took her need to please to a whole other level. Any guy that asked her out, she accepted. Anyone that requested something of her, she did. She blew one date in the bathroom of the restaurant when he asked her if she’d ever try something like that. She tried anal with a few guys that wanted to fuck her ass. She even got gangbanged at a party, word spreading throughout the house that anyone that wanted a go at her could have it. Feeling like she failed at satisfying Gabe, she went out of her way to submit to the requests of others, and she got off on doing so. But never as much as with Gabe.

When he showed up at her dorm, apologizing for breaking up with her, begging for her to take him back, she didn’t even hesitate. They had sex then and there with her palms against the door and ass stuck out as he hammered into her and made her cum again and again. Afterward, laying on the floor of her room, she said that whatever he wanted, he only had to ask. It still took him another week to test that offer and cum on her face.

She never told him about all the things she did while they were broken up and he never asked. There was no point looking back when so much laid ahead of them. Graduation, marriage, and countless sexual horizons and experiences marked their relationship, and Michelle enjoyed every second of it, every moment of giving Gabe anything he asked. Things naturally changed once she got pregnant but by that point, they’d done so much with each other, and she realized she didn’t need to convince him of anything anymore. She wasn’t going to lose him. She didn’t need to always give in when it came to sex.

Which meant she had forgotten how pleasurable it was to do so.

Michelle was so used to saying yes to people that it just slipped out when Stan wondered if a beautiful girl like her would ever end a date by going down on someone. Add in that he had told her during dinner how he hadn’t been with anyone in almost twenty years and how he had such a great time with her that when he followed up by asking, “Would you do that with me?” it seemed almost inappropriate, if not outright mean, not to respond by unbuckling his slacks and taking out his cock.

She’d heard the rumors but the size of it still surprised her. Gabe possessed an above average and rather thick dick, but Stan beat that by a couple inches. It filled her mouth and forced her thick lips wide apart but working up saliva and coating his shaft in spit allowed her to go deeper and deeper with every bob of her pretty head.

“Oh, Michelle,” he had moaned and dug his fingers into her hair. He guided her mouth back and forth onto him, his grip breaking apart her styled waves. “That feels so damn good. Can you take more of me?”

She steeled herself and obliged, slipping even more of him past her lips until every plunge took him right to the entrance of her throat. She worried that he might ask her to go even further, get him into her gullet, but he didn’t. She could if he had but she just preferred not to. Instead, the sex starved old man asked to see her tits.

Breathing through her nose and letting him keep pace in her mouth, Michelle slid the shoulders of her dress off and slipped her arms free. She pushed the garment lower, past her bra clad breasts, and she felt him thrust a little harder at the reveal. She liked the bra she picked out because it gave some lift to her once firm but now softer boobs. She was self-conscious about how they hung a little lower on her chest these days, but two kids would do that to you. Stan, however, seemed entirely unfazed and in total awe of her tits, licking his lips when she unfastened her bra and flung it out of the way.

“Shit! I haven’t seen boobs that sexy in a long time,” he grunted, dark eyes locked on her jiggling slopes and copper-colored nipples. Michelle smiled around his thick pole, appreciating the compliment. He tightened his hold in her hair and made her tits bounce.

He hadn’t lasted much longer after that. Groaning and moaning, his wrinkled balls smacked against her chin until with a sudden stop he unloaded a tsunami of cum into her mouth. The shock of the first heavy voluminous blast made her choke but she recovered quickly and gulped down his impossibly large creamy load. Her throat bobbed noisily as decades of pent up jizz filled her stomach.

She had assumed that had meant their date had ended. It hadn’t. Instead, he had asked her to the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the mattress, he watched her undress. His cock stirred back awake when she pushed her dress the rest of the way off, leaving her standing there in just her pair of red panties. It rose to complete attention when she lost those as well, baring her muff to him and causing his revived member to throb and pulse.

Since having Caleb, Michelle only really shaved whenever she had reason to believe her and Gabe would fool around. Even then, she mostly maintained, only bothering with anything major for special occasions. She had no reason to think she needed to shave for her date with Stan. So, while she generally kept her bikini line clean, a bush of tawny-brown hair covered her mound.

“Now that’s the way a woman should look,” Stan said, leading her into his lap. She climbed onto him, and his length caused his cockhead to already push itself into her fur-covered snatch. “Thank you for indulging an old man and saying yes to this date. I never thought I’d get to do this with someone again.”

Michelle sank down onto him and let out a low moan. “You’re-you’re welcome.”

Thirty-five minutes and three positions later, he now fondled her ass while slamming into her doggystyle. Michelle had climaxed a few times already and from the intensity at which Stan’s big dick jackhammered her hole, he was about to hit his second one of the night. His hands returned to her wide hips and rocked her faster against his prick.

“I’m so close. Can you… can you talk dirty to me? I’ve never had anyone—”

“Fuck me, Stan,” she gasped, arching her back and driving her butt into him. “Pump your big dick into, ah!, into my pussy. Fuck me. Oh god, fuck me!”

“Ungh! Ungh! Tell me-tell me to cum inside you.”

“Cum inside of me. Flood my pussy with your spunk. Fill me up with, ohhhh, fill me up with all that cum you’ve been holding onto.”

“Almost there… almost… Tell me… Oh fuck, Michelle… I want… I want to knock you up.”

A low moan escaped Michelle’s throat.

“I never got a chance to… to have a child, and I’ve always wanted to have one. Ungh! Please, let me do it to you. Cum in you and give you another baby. I’ll never have another chance and you’re-you’re so perfect. I want to so badly. Let me knock you up, Michelle. Oh fuck, can I knock you up?”

She didn’t hesitate and hoped Gabe could understand.

“Yes. Yes, you can do it. Knock me up. Cum inside of me and knock me up with your baby.”

Holding tight to her hips, Stan came with a roar.

He yanked Michelle as deep onto his dick as possible, his head pushing against her cervix. In trembles and jerks, he released pulse after pulse into her, an ocean of cum washing over her insides, coating her cunt with his seed. Then once his balls were emptied, he fell sideways onto the bed, pulling her down with him. They laid there, sweaty and sticky, his dick still inside of her and plugging her hole, even in its softened state.

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Gabe sat on the edge of bed in total shock listening to his wife finish telling him how her night went. Her nightgown slid down her body and settled into place and she turned to him, letting out a little yawn as she strolled over to the bathroom to wash her face.

She had returned home close to midnight and after checking on the boys, sleeping in their beds peacefully, she had recapped to him everything that happened during her date with Stan. While she took off her make-up, changed out of her clothes, and got ready for bed, she had described every morsel of dinner, every joke and laugh, and every sordid detail of the hung old man’s fat cock and how it pummeled her cunt and filled her up with an ungodly amount of cum — all with the intent of getting her pregnant.

“And you came home after that?” he asked once she emerged from the bathroom. She had returned her hair to its usual ponytail, but the thick bunched up locks still maintained some of its waves and messiness.

“No. We laid there for a little while but then he started rocking slowly into me.” She climbed onto the mattress and took her spot on the bed, and Gabe automatically joined her. “These little movements back and forth, working himself back up until he got all the way hard again. Then we had sex one more time. Just to make sure.”

Gabe imagined the scene: the two of them lying on their sides, the old man’s hips making small rocking motions, his big cock growing harder and harder inside of her, causing her to gasp and moan until they were full-out fucking, her soft cries turning into lustful wails.

What surprised him the most wasn’t his wife spreading her legs for a guy twice her age solely because he asked her to. It wasn’t the unconcerned way she explained how big his dick was and how much she came. It wasn’t even that her obsession and compulsion to say yes all the time and placate everyone led to the insanely depraved act of letting a guy cum inside of her and possibly knock her up.

It was how goddamn hard it all made him.

Lying next to her in bed, Gabe’s cock strained at his sleeping shorts, and the large bulge didn’t go unnoticed by Michelle. She smiled warmly and reached her hand down to grab at him through the fabric. He let out a thankful moan at her touch.

“I’m so happy you understand and are okay with it,” she said. Her hand moved up and down his lengthy package, the stiffness and heat of it evident even through the layers of cotton. “It would have been so cruel not to at least given him the chance of getting me pregnant. What if he told everyone I denied him that? I’d have to quit from embarrassment. Everyone knowing I was too mean to give old Mr. Hannigan something he always wanted. That he’ll probably never get another chance to get?”

It was absurd. Completely illogical. Twisted and depraved. Yet Gabe’s dick never felt harder. He loved his wife. He loved everything about her. And that included her unbreakable and unfathomable desire to appease others and “be nice.” Her incapability not to give people what they wanted. He always thought that applied to things like volunteering to help at the church fundraiser, even though she wasn’t religious anymore, or like sneaking off with him during a friend’s housewarming party for a quickie. He didn’t realize that it applied to something like this. That it wouldn’t just be him she’d say yes to — or how turned on that’d make him.

Michelle leaned over and gave him a kiss on the lips, and then slid her way down his body. Her pretty face hovering above his crotch, she pulled the waist of his shorts down and freed his leaking dick. The rigid appendage sprung into the air, and she encircled its base with her thumb and index finger.

“Plus, it’d make him so happy to see me standing at the classroom door across the hall from him with a baby inside of me,” she lowered her mouth to his tip, “knowing that it’s his and that he got something he never thought he would.”

Michelle wrapped her lips around her husband’s cock and pushed down, sinking further and further until he entered her throat. Then she began bobbing.

Gabe dug his fingers into his hair and groaned from his wife deepthroating him. Hearing her talk about being pregnant again, about giving Stan a baby just because he asked, it was so messed up but so unequivocally Michelle. Someone so desperate to please that she’d fuck an old man and have his baby, not out of spite for Gabe or because she wanted to cheat or anything like that. Solely because she thought it’d be rude not to. This was his wife — and he loved her for it.

Gabe reached down and wrapped a hand around Michelle’s ponytail. He jerked her head up and down, fucking her face, and a healthy dose of precum flooded her mouth. She swallowed it down, not even breaking her rhythm. After a few more pumps, he lifted her off his prick and she gasped for air, gazing up at him with loving and lustful eyes.

“I want to fuck you.”

Michelle maneuvered up his body and positioned herself above his large spit-soaked dick. She reached toward the bedside table and pulled open a drawer, rummaging around inside, while Gabe grabbed her dangling breasts in his hands. He was so lost in squeezing and caressing the soft mounds of flesh that he didn’t put together what Michelle was doing until she ripped open the package and reached between her legs, rolling the rubber down his length.

“A condom?” he gasped as his wife’s hot wetness descended onto him. They moaned in unison, and she rocked her hips back and forth.

Michelle didn’t immediately answer, instead fucking herself steadily with his big cock, gasping and moaning and building herself up. For his part, Gabe was already at the brink, even with the condom dulling the natural sensation of his wife’s walls.

“I can’t… have you… cum inside me,” she panted, bucking faster on him. “I want to… make sure… it’s his. Unngh!”

Michelle came but kept her pace on her husband, her satisfied eyes meeting his. Gabe took her in, his beyond erotic and perverted wife. One strap of her nightgown hanging off a shoulder. Hard nipples low on her chest but still unquestionably hot and sexy. Thick thighs on either side of him, muscles tensing underneath. And while he couldn’t see it, he could feel her hairy pussy around his hard, close-to-exploding cock.

The reason for her not wanting him to cum inside of her almost pushed him past the edge, but right before he tumbled over, something occurred to him.

“How would he know it’s not his?” He could barely get the question out, his hands reaching behind his wife to grip and feel that ass that first caught his attention all those years ago. “Is he going to make you take a test?”

Michelle shook her head.

“No,” she said, her hips a blur, her pussy clenching, “Because he’s black.”

Gabe thrust all the way inside of his wife and flooded the condom with his jizz.

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