I had just closed the oven door when the doorbell rang.
“Honey? You expecting someone?” I quickly hurried to the front door and cracked it open. I wasn’t indecent, not exactly anyway. Wearing an oversized pink t-shirt and black cotton panties meant at least I was covered.
“Dalton! What brings you over?” Dalton paused, knowing whatever answer he gave would get his friend Arlo in trouble. I could see the six pack in his hands.
“I’m here to watch the game!” Figures.
“Come right in!” I opened the door and lead the way into the living room. Turning gave him a free look at my back. My shirt covered my backside and hid my intimate black fabric, but only just. I’m not usually a tease, but it felt like just revenge on Arlo for our unexpected guest.
He took a seat in the recliner while I lounged on the couch, my feet facing him. His eyes drank me in. Damn did it feel nice to be noticed!
“What game are you watching?” I made small talk.
“Oh, the Eagles are playing the Squids. Should be a good matchup, and if we win we might actually get a bowl game!” I nodded, pretending to care. The Squids were Arlo and Dalton’s college team. I enjoyed sports, but had no interest in watching a team get pounded week after week.
“What channel is it on?” I got up and bent over the receiver, setting it to tv and turning on the sound. I felt my t-shirt rise, which made my face flush. I also realized the black cotton between my legs wasn’t centered, Would he take notice, or look away politely? I glanced at the reflection on the black screen and felt a flutter when I saw his eyes locked on my ass.
How naughty should I be? And where was Arlo?
“One Sports South, I think.” He reached for the remote and tried to change the channel, but it was the wrong setting. The screen went from black to fuzz. It was a simple fix, you just had to hit the source on the remote.
“Oh jeez, I messed something up. Can you help?” I stayed bent over and fiddled with the buttons and knobs. Doing so only managed to mess the TV up worse, and cause my shirt to slip up my back.
Dalton got up and stepped behind me. “Actually I think I’ve got it, can you stabilize me?” He put his hands on my hips, not sure exactly what I was asking for. I pushed my ass against his crotch, and could feel his excitement poke directly between my cheeks.
“Thanks! That helps a lot.” I couldn’t stop myself, having his wood there it was only natural to grind against it. I tried to be discreet, but between the show I had put on for Dalton and the physical contact he must have gotten ideas because his hands on my waist slipped inside my panties.
I should have objected, but instead I turned off the receiver and started listening for Arlo’s footsteps. My lack of communication was all the consent Dalton needed. He pulled my panties down to my lower thighs. I felt relief as the heat between my legs met the cool open air. When did I get so worked up?! I braced against the wooden tv cabinet as he rubbed my pussy with his hand. It was direct and rough, but we didn’t have time to fuck around.
He unzipped with the speed of a teenager and stabbed me with his cock. Fuck! Fuck, was that out loud? He slammed into me again. He might not be bigger than my husband, but he didn’t hold back either. The shaking of the cabinet made too much noise. We had to stop, but the feeling of being filled so crudely, the rush of betrayal was too good to pass up.
I looked at the reflection in the tv, straight into his eyes. It felt dark and evil, really good in all the wrong ways. In for a penny, in for a pound. I took off my shirt and arched my back, giving him a good but strange look at my tits in the reflection.. His eyes were no longer locked on mine. “Cum in me,” I half asked, half begged. I didn’t want it to end, but we needed to be quick.
I felt warmth, an extra wetness inside me. Dalton went quiet. I took a brief second to enjoy the moment, then let his dick flop out and pulled my panties up. His seed squished around inside me, and as I stood up I felt it run out and start to soak up in my underwear.
I turned around and tucked his cock back into his pants. “See you at half time.” I gave his crotch a quick double pat, then went to check on the oven. The pizza looked a little extra crispy, but I had a feeling Dalton wouldn’t complain. And where the hell was Arlo?
I went looking and found the bathroom door closed. Walking straight in, I saw his phone propped on the sink and his hand on his cock, going to town on himself. He panicked at the interruption, and grabbed at his phone.
“Don’t mind me, I just have to pee.” I didn’t, but the situation in my panties was unsustainable. I pulled them down and sat on the toilet, being careful to knot them up to hide their creamy white filling. A few drips fell out naturally, then I clenched my insides and pushed out a few more. And more. How much had Dalton deposited?!
Arlo was frozen, dick in his hands. I wiped myself dry, then let myself release in earnest. True fact: girls always have to pee. As Arlo’s gaze went from my tits to my waist, I spread my legs and let him watch the flow. The fluid that came out wasn’t all mine, but he didn’t need to know.
“Let me help you,” I said as I took his phone from his hand. I pushed play, then turned the volume up. Seeing some girl bent over and getting railed, I spun the phone around and held it right above my pussy.
Arlo resumed jacking it with gusto, his eyes darting between the porn and my leaking snatch. I leaned back, and used my free hand to explore myself. Usually I would just toy with the outside, but having already been filled once made me slide my fingers deep inside. Mmm. The flow trickled around my hand and down my arm and dripped on the floor. I didn’t care and Arlo certainly didn’t.
“Do you like your slutty wife?” More slutty than he knew. I slid my fingers out and spread my slit for him, and his eyes went wide. He wasn’t usually this interested in our dallyings, although I wasn’t usually this forward.
“Do you want to cum on your slutty wife?”
It was as if a command was issued. Jets of white cum shot out of his cock and onto my breasts, my stomach, my neck. He breathed heavily and relaxed. I picked up a glob on my chest with my finger, circled one of my nipples. I slid it in my pussy. God, two men’s seed was now inside. What has come over me?
I stood up, feeling the cum turn cold and run down my chest. I was a mess. “I’m going to get a toy, then I’ll join you on the couch okay?” He nodded his head and left the bathroom. I quickly ran to my nightstand and pulled out my vibe. It slid in easily, and then I turned it on. Mm, good god. That’s the spot. I pulled my panties up tight, then walked to the living room.
Arlo looked horrified. I pretended to be surprised.
“Oh, I didn’t know we were expecting company.” Both Dalton and Arlo were speechless, the only noise was the hum from the plastic missile buzzing in my vagina. I stood there, a hot mess in just my panties. “Well, whatever then.”
I flopped on the couch and turned the vibrator on high. Fuck. Yes. I spread my thighs apart and pressed on that magic missile as hard as I could. I squeezed my breasts, enjoying the stickiness.
“Should you be doing that.. In front of our guest?” Arlo was getting angry. I stared him down.
“Do you think you should let me know when you invite friends over?” I slid a hand under the seem and began abusing my clit.
“I can leave -” Dalton started to say, but I shushed him.
“No, be a doll and hold this in place,” I tapped the bulge in my panties. He hesitated, then shrugged at Arlo. He placed his hand on the hard plastic end covered by damp cloth. He pressed on it rhymically. That’s the ticket.
Arlo looked furious – but it’s amazing what you can get away with when you let a guy cum all over your tits. I locked my eyes on his. They darted back and forth from my buzzing panties to my eyes. I moved Dalton’s hand for a moment, pulling the only fabric I had left on to the side. Arlo’s eyes got even bigger, shifting from fury to passion. He stared at the same vagina he saw in the bathroom, but now that his best friend was seeing it too it had a stronger, more conflicting effect.
I felt like a little whore, letting two guys watch me get off like this. Letting them see a cheap plastic toy plunge into my most precious, sacred area. But I didn’t care in the slightest. I did want to comfort Arlo though, this was probably worse than he deserved for inviting a friend over.
“Mm, that’s better. Arlo come here, let me polish that pole of yours. Dalton.. keep yourself entertained.” Arlo had a problem with another guy helping my pussy get off, but he had no problem whipping his dick out and stepping up to the couch. I intended to be gentle, but the rocket down below demanded otherwise. A soft kiss on the tip lead to me sucking in the head. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began stroking, jacking him off into my hungry mouth.
Momma always said don’t leave a guy unattended with your snatch, and boy she wasn’t wrong. Dalton was doing everything he could to distract me from my husband. The vibrator slid out, then in, then on my clit. Then something else inside me. His fingers circled one hole, then found their way to my backside. I wasn’t sure I liked it, but with my mouth full I couldn’t do much about it.
I may have had Arlo’s cock in my mouth, but Dalton had his attention. He watched with intensity the things he was doing to me. I looked at my husband and he at me, the feelings of mutual pleasure and betrayal silently communicated. As Dalton shifted from the toy to his fingers, my own shudders were matched by Arlo’s.
So he liked watching another man pleasure his wife.
I heard fabric ripping and looked down. Dalton was pulling them apart! The elastic waist band still wrapped around me, but the front no longer connected with the back between my legs. Dalton took the vibrator and slid it straight up my ass. Fuck me! It hurt, but unlike his fingers up there it actually did something. It did a lot of somethings.
Then he stood up and dropped his pants and briefs. Arlo looked at him in disbelief. “Are you going to fuck my wife!?” I took my mouth off of his penis.
“Yes, and you’re going to watch,” I ordered. “Go ahead, slide that lovely looking dick inside me.” I paused, looking straight at Arlo. “Inside my juicy pink slit. He’s going to fuck me with no barrier between, his raw skin against mine. His fluids with mine.”
Dalton made a show of it, pressing the tip against my eager folds. And then thrust in.
Oh. Oh fuck! I couldn’t – couldn’t take any more. I grabbed at the couch, yelled, screamed, begged. “Fuck me Dalton, fuck me hard!” I made sure to keep one leg off the couch, letting Arlo see precisely how another man’s cock was hammering me.
My hand working on Arlo’s pole didn’t stop, but it’s hard to jack effectively while getting fucked. It didn’t seem to matter though, because without warning he started squirting cum all over the side of my face. Then he collapsed on the recliner.
Arlo passively watched us fuck, looking a combination of rejected and satiated. I tuned him out. All of my attention was on Dalton, and the orgasm wrecking my insides.
I motioned and we shifted, with him laying on the couch and me on top. I ran my hands through his chest hair as I worked my hips, slamming my pussy down his shaft. I rode him like a good and proper whore. The vibrator slipped out of my ass, and I replaced it with two of my fingers. They finally hit just the last tickle to send me over. God it felt good! Dalton’s hands grabbed tight on my ass, locking himself inside me as we still humped each other. He came inside me a second time.
I collapsed on top of him. I felt our fluids trickle out of me and collect on the base of his cock.
I woke up to cheering on the tv. Turning, it looked like the Squids had scored. Dalton was still underneath me, and in my half awake mode I subconsciously ground myself against him. Dalton looked at me instead of the TV, shrugged, then looked back to the game. He repositioned his cock so I would be grinding my pussy against it.
When I woke up a second time, I was curled up and Dalton was dressed. I got up and went to the kitchen. I was a sticky, naked mess. There was cum on me inside and out, and my panties left my my used snatch open for public viewing. I went to the kitchen and reheated the pizza, bringing it back in for the boys as well as some beer. When I went to hand Arlo his he roughly grabbed between my legs, forcing his fingers inside of me.
Ouch!
It hurt because he was rough, and because I’d been fucked raw by Dalton. But I let him take what was his, looked down at him submissively. He spun me and pulled me back onto his lap, guiding his cock straight in me. I dropped his beer and the pizza as he started thrusting. He kneeled off the chair and pushed my head into the carpet, my ass up in the air for him to fuck as he saw fit.
It hurt. There was no preamble, no foreplay. The only saving grace was the two loads Dalton had shot inside me.
Add another one to that list. I felt the base of Arlo’s cock spasm against my outer lips, the only way I could tell there was yet more cum filling me. The rest was just numb.
He rolled me on my back. I felt the pizza squishing there. Just another warm gooey mess to go with the rest, I guess. He took the glass beer bottle and rammed it up inside me. Fuck me! It was cold, too cold, and the beer sloshed out and up inside me. The foaming, the thousands of little prickles on my inner walls!
I writhed on the ground. There was some pleasure, but it was mixed with so much else. I screamed, but did my best to take it like the slut I was. His slut. My insides pulsed, grabbing the bottle, trying to force it out. I felt squirts of pee jetting out from the contractions. It felt like everything. I could hear the blood pounding in my pussy.
It wasn’t an orgasm, at least not one I’d ever had, but there was a peak of intensity. A moment where the pleasure came out on top, where Arlo’s face regained the confidence that I was his. He pulled the bottle out of me and sat down. I felt all sorts of liquid run out between my legs and pool on the carpet. My hole gaped open.
I relaxed, and for the first time since this started Arlo did too. Taking off the useless black panties, I used them to wipe down my slit.
“Come here bitch and suck me off.” It was crude but I was okay with it. I curled against the front of the recliner and began slurping on Arlo’s dick. I didn’t have the energy to really get him off, but I don’t think he had any cum left to give anyway. It was the action he wanted, another affirmation of his masculinity. I was happy to give it to him.
I casually worked his dick with my mouth the rest of the game. After Dalton got up and checked me out. I continued my slow worshipping of my master’s wand, but put my butt up so he could see what he wanted. He seemed to enjoy it.
Dalton picked up my used panties and patted my pussy goodbye. For some reason those gentle touches hurt just as much as the bottle had, my vagina having had time to realize it was hurting. Arlo’s only acknowledgement was a grunt, his hands pushing my head down on his cock. I gagged as he came, coughing and struggling to breathe as he shot what little seed he had left in my throat.
Dalton let himself out, and Arlo let me up for air. I relaxed my head in his lap next to his deflating cock. Arlo got up and went to bed, leaving me there. Without a clear thought in my head I laid down on the couch. I felt something poking my back. My vibe. I carefully slid it in my broken flower without turning it on, enjoying the fullness and giving my aching insides something to clutch on to.
Then I drifted off to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gcsgly/cheating_at_game_night