It was his own fault. It had been his idea, his encouragement that started everything. But once it had started rolling it began to…snowball.
It had been a mundane request by fantasy standards – pretend to be picked up at a bar for a one night stand. She wore nothing but a soft, lace bralette and lace panties underneath the gown that was slit to her hips. It was the best sex they ever had, reigniting their passion for each other.
And it became a monthly habit, then weekly. But it slowly became mundane again. Until one day he left the office late, and when he got to the restaurant she was gone. The bartender told him she had dallied at the bar till someone came and chatted to her. That was the last he noticed save the cash she had slipped under her glass.
He panicked. He knew his woman well, she was an Asian minx who turned heads when she walked past and enjoyed it as men stared. She loved to tease, it reminded her of the power she held over men. Lost in his thoughts, he wandered to the lobby and sat down, his phone in his lifeless fingers waiting for her to call.
After an unknowable length of time, he heard the brush of silk and a familiar presence join him on the couch. He looked up to see her with her back straight, hands holding her compact in front of her as she meticulously redid her lipstick. Base, colour, tissues to clean up. She considered her lips her asset and knew that watching her do her lips turned him on.
The deed complete she snapped the compact shut and stood up. “Home,” she simply said and tilted her head toward their car. In a daze he got in with her and paused. Staring at her.
Her lipstick. Why had she redone it? She smiled at his stare and answered the unspoken question. “Because I smeared it, sweetie.” He felt the blood pounding in his ears, his heart quickening, he guessed the answer. Prayed that it was true. The sinking feeling in his stomach pressuring the blood into his penis.
She leaned in toward him and locked her eyes on his as she whispered, “I smeared it all over his cock as I slipped it in my mouth.” He gurgled helplessly, his cock stiffening in his pants. “I wiped my lipstick on his balls as I swallowed them in my mouth while my hand jacked him off. But do you know why I only need to redo my lipstick, baby?”
He nodded urgently. The weight in his stomach forcing him into his seat. She leaned closer and whispered throatily in his ear, “Because I made him cum in my mouth. I told him I wanted to keep a part of him inside me as a souvenir.”
The weight in his stomach released itself and dropped into his rock hard cock. He should be angry, jealous that another man had enjoyed his woman. But his cock was leaking cum. His body’s instincts couldn’t be denied. Robotically, he started the car and began to drive.
But he wasn’t oblivious. Couldn’t be, as he watched Shevonne spreading her legs, the strip of cloth falling between her legs to cover her for privacy as her hand crawled beneath it and began to strum. Her soft moans speeding up in urgency till she closed her eyes and tensed her body, and shivered urgently. Her breath hissing out from between clenched teeth.
Smiling cruelly, she slipped her hand between his lips as they drove, making him lick the coppery sweetness and hunger for more. She whispered, “And I’m meeting him again tomorrow.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d7n2wb/shevonne_part_1_hotwife_cheating_wife_bbbj_cim
Very lovely and filthy writing.