A Dish Best Served Hot V.2 [M/F][Cheating][Long Read] Part 1

A Dish Best Served Hot

This is my first erotica post. Grammar might be shit but I refuse to apologize.

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“Goddamn it Steve, stay with me! Fuck, man, you we’re supposed to go to the track with me next weekend and show me your car!”

“Time of death, 0545 January 31st, 2021,” the physician lamented. As he passed Victor, he patted him on the back and softly said “I’m sorry”.

All the nurses and doctors and Respiratory Therapist filtered out of the room; Victor remained. He looked down at Steve, one of his patients, and pressed his eyes closed forever. “He’s only 25 years old,” he whispered with sorrow, “way too young. This fucking virus….” He balled up the plastic disposable gown and slammed it into the trash.

“CODE BLUE ROOM 899. CODE BLUE ROOM 899. CODE BLUE ROOM 899,” The intercom blared.

“No…. Lisa!”

A wave of green scrubs rushed into the room, beeps and alarms sounding off. Victor ran off towards the room, slipping on another pair of plastic protective gown and glove.

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He didn’t feel like working out that morning as he stepped into his home with his shoulders low and his head down. He just lost two patients, leaving them behind in a white plastic body bag. As a nurse he is supposed to have a steel resolve when it comes to a patient’s death, but he couldn’t help but break down when he told Steve and Lisa’s family. He couldn’t help but cry with them.

He headed upstairs. It’s already 10 AM so his girlfriend should be working, the virus basically forcing her to work from home. From time to time he would talk to her about work and how it is, but often he would tell her the good part about work and never the more depressing part. He felt like today is one of the days he need to talk to someone.

Today he peeked in as he opened the door to one of the unoccupied rooms that she turned into her little office. She sat there, beautiful as she is in her pajama bottoms and business casual top, sipping on her coffee mug. She looked at him and smiled, giving him a little wave.

“Hey babe,” he greeted with a sad smile.

“Welcome home babe, sorry but I can’t talk right now,” she mouthed, and Victor nodded understandingly as he sunk back into the hallway. It seems like that day will have to wait.

He went into the bathroom and peeled off his scrubs and tossed it into the laundry basket. He stepped in and turned the shower onto a warm flow. He felt the sensation hit him, like an embrace wrapping around him. He felt the pain come and he couldn’t help but cry again, his tears mixing in with the flowing water. He sat on the floor of his shower, hugging his knees and cried.

He dried himself off soon after and went into his bedroom. Sitting on a small desk near the window is a small potted cactus, with the sun laying its golden ray upon it. A small spray bottle sat next to it. Victor pulled up a chair and grabbed the bottle.

“Steve died today, Roronoa Zoro,” he began, talking to the cactus. He named it as such because it has three long needles poking out from it, which reminded him of the character. “He was only 25, you know, still a kid. He had hopes and dreams too. Oh, and Lisa died too and she’s 19. I’m sure she has hopes and aspirations too, but now she can’t reach it. She told me she wanted to be a nurse too, she already applied. I can’t even properly grieve for them because I have to move on, I have other patients depending on me. I’m just so… tired of the death and the uncertainty. Will they make it through the day? Will they make it through the night? Through the hour? You know, Carl actually took my hand and told me to make sure to attend his funeral. He told me that he loves his wife and his kids, and he asked me to tell them that, to make sure they know. He’s sure that he wasn’t going to make it, and you know what Roronoa Zoro? I don’t think I’ll see him again tomorrow night.” Victor’s voice began to shake and waver as he held back tears. He’s cried enough, he decided.

Victor sprayed the cactus once and then set the bottle down, feeling a tear run down his cheek. He planted his elbow against the windowsill and looked out the window, sighing heavily as he pondered the finality of life.

Outside his room, Anna listened in as her hearth ached a little.

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Victor woke up around 4 PM. It’s his day off and he intends to go to the gym since he didn’t go after work. He slipped on a pair of sports boxer brief and a pair of gray sweatpants. He wore a black tank top.

Anna caught him as he left, still wearing the pajama but is now wearing a gray hoodie. “Going to the gym?” she queried, knowing full well what the answer is.

“Yup, missed it this morning,” he answered as he grabbed the keys to his car.

Anna noticed the keys and knew exactly what it is. “Is there anything you want to talk about?” She asked as she sipped on her coffee, “anything at all?”

Victor looked to the upper right and scratched his head, “can’t think of anything babe. I’ll see you in a few hours ok,” and with that he went through the door leading to the garage. The clanking of machinery soon followed as the garage door went up and a mighty roar soon followed. Victor revved the engine of his WRX STI and with another blaring roar he sped off.

Anna knew exactly why he took that car. “He tells the cactus everything, but I’m right here,” she lamented as she ran her finger along the rim of her coffee cup.

Victor inspected himself on the mirror as he curled a dumbbell with each hand with a distinct 30 lbs. carved in it. While he’s half black and half Chinese, almost all of his facial feature is Chinese. He has a pointed and thin nose, thin upper lips and almond shaped eyes. His hair is straight and black, coming down to just below his ears. He wore a white plastic hairband that keeps his hair swept back. He’s tall, 6’4 and he weighs about 190 lbs. His shoulder is wide and his arm is toned and well muscled. He’s not big, he’s not trying to get to that level of fitness. He just wanted to be shredded. His stomach is flat and his abs are magnificent and he managed to attain that V shaped torso that most people are working towards.

He worked out for 3 hours, he’s not much of a gym rat but he likes to utilize the sauna in his gym. He came home, the thunder of his engine alerting Anna.

As soon as Victor came home he gave Anna a kiss on the cheek and smelled her cooking. She has spaghetti boiling in a pot and spaghetti sauce bubbling away in another. Store bought parmesan cheese ready and some other accouterments such as chopped parsley, hot sauce and pepper.

“How was your workout?” Anna asked as she returned the kiss. She went back and stirred the spaghetti sauce.

“Repetitive, but my body needs it. I needed it,” Victor replied as he retrieved some plates. Anna scooped up some of the pasta with a pair of tongs and laid it into the plates then took a ladle and poured some of the sauce on it but made sure not to drown it. She then sprinkled some cheese on it and added a few shakes of hot sauce on one specifically for her. Victor laid the plates on the table and retrieved a bottle of wine from the cupboard and one glass. He poured the wine into the glass and set it on Anna’s side of the table.

The both sat and faced each other, Anna wearing a smile. “The office is opening up tomorrow,” she began with a laugh, barely able to contain herself.

Victor looked at her and gave a smile. He knew that her being stuck with him in isolation has been killing her. Anna has been the extrovert in the relationship, and because of the lockdown she has been going crazy not being able to go out with her work friends. He knew she was dying for this and all he could do is smile for her.

“It’s obvious you’re happy,” Victor surmised as took a bite of his twirled pasta.

“Yes, I can’t wait to see the girls again!”

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She couldn’t wait to go back to the office. Anna sat in her cubicle and took in the atmosphere. It’s like nothing changed, the same old office she’s been working in for the past couple of years. She breathe in the smell of shit office coffee that no one knows the brand of. She took in the noise of keyboards being physically abused. She took in the atmosphere of one fucked up lightbulb that would constantly turn on and off, and she wondered why, in 10 months did no one fixed that shit.

Andrea rolled in with her rolling chair, oh Anna missed the sound of it scraping along the ground, and peeked her fuzzy red headed face in. “Drinks tonight, Anna, I know you’re in.”

Anna squealed as she pulled out her phone.

***A: Hey babe, the girls and I are going out to the bar tonight ok?***

***V: Ok, just be careful. I’ll see you tonight.***

***A: Thanks babe, I love you.***

***V: Love you too.***

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Alcohol flowed freely that night and Anna has a rather high tolerance of it. She drank beer, took in shots of vodka and tequila and she stood strong, her intestinal fortitude forged from her college days of partying. That and she made sure to eat fries.

That night is when she met Salazar, or Sal as he introduced himself.. He’s Italian, slightly older at 32 and well built but, as Anna admitted to herself, not as well built as her boyfriend. He managed to insert himself into the group of half drunk office ladies, all of whom are either married or engaged as Salazar took a gander of their ring finger.

All but Anna, whom he admitted is the prettiest of the bunch. He found his prey and he made sure to say all the right things at the right time. He sauced the ladies up, buying them drinks and shots after shots. When midnight came the ladies headed out, all but Anna who stayed to chat with the charismatic Italian.

Pretty soon she found herself making out with him, biting his lower lip and with his hand on her hips. She couldn’t stop herself, perhaps she didn’t want to, but eventually she found herself in his car driving towards the edge of town and into a motel. He paid and into a room the two went.

She knew what was going on and she didn’t care. She and Victor has been together for two years during that time he hasn’t touched her once. Admittedly it is her fault, she told him she wanted to take it slow during the first year, and then the pandemic happened and Victor worked almost five days a week and slept the other two.

Sal slipped in the card key and into a fairly okay motel room. A cheap bed with a green blanket and a couple of flat pillows. Anna sprang into action, kissing Sal and shoving her tongue into his mouth. She undid her blazer and tossed it onto the couch, slipped off her blouse and bra and it soon followed the blazer. Victor worked his polo shirt off and he haphazardly discarded it in some random direction. He held Anna in arms length and really took a good look at her. She’s fit, that much he can tell, with ample C-Cup perky breast and pink nipples. Her fair skin is blemish free and she has a tattoo of a heart right above her panty line is. She stood a few inches below Sal, at 5’3, and he guessed her weight to be about 110 lbs. or so, but he couldn’t really tell. She has strawberry blonde hair that reached down to her shoulder blade that framed her pretty face. She has green eyes, long lashes, and plump lips. Her ass is plump and tight, not thick as most would call but enough.

Sal gave her a light push and pulled her legs up. He bunched up her pencil skirt onto her waist and pulled her thong aside.

“Ooooh, that’s where we’re starting?” she cooed as she began to rub her breast with her left hand. Sal breathe in her womanly scent and immediately he became enamored by it. Her pussy is thin and tight, hiding and secret. He dove into her well trimmed muff and his tongue forced its way into it and he began licking and prodding. Immediately, after a year of celibacy, Anna threw her head back as pleasure wrapped itself around her. She’s moaning and groaning as Sal dug deeper and deeper into her, licking her folds and her clit.

“Shit, your tongue is magic —- guuuuh, ahhhhhh fuuuuuuuck— I’m coming, don’t stop. I’m coming, I’m COMING!!!” Her grool gushed out and covered him as she felt herself getting close. She felt the pressure building, her eyes tightly shut and as her orgasm arrived she bucked and thrashed. She moaned hard and loud, her legs shook and her arms grabbed Sal by the hair and pushed him in deeper. Her thighs closed in on his head, threatening to crush it but soon relaxed.

Sal stood up and surveyed his work, Anna breathing fast and hard. He started to undo his belt but Anna, coming up on her belly, stopped him. She bit her lower lip as she began to undo his belt buckle and swiftly brought his pants down. Before her face stood his bulge as she ran her tongue over it. She hooked his waistband with her thumb and, with another swift motion, brought it down to around his knees. His 6 inch penis sprang up and flicked her on the nose as she smiled and grabbed it with her hand. She took in his scent, like he did with hers, but Sal’s stronger and it made her head swirl.

She licked the head and then ran her tongue from base to the top and took in the precum that formed. She swirled it around her mouth, savored the taste, and smiled as she took in the head. Sal lightly grabbed the back of her head as he began to thrust into her mouth and eventually down her throat, enjoying her wetness and warmth. She kept her lips tightly sealed around his cock and when Sal felt himself come as he groaned loudly and unleashed a few spurts of his thick semen into her mouth.

Her eyes widened as she felt his cock twitch inside her mouth. She didn’t let go, she felt the warm splashes of man goo on the back of her throat and on the roof of her mouth. Her tongue danced around the head of his dick and he felt his knees go weak from pleasure. He looked down on her, looking up on him with wide eyes and as she starts to deepthroat him he groaned in pleasure again. She kept her lips tight around him and drew her mouth back out and released him with a ***POP***.

She showed him her prize, a mouthful of white cum. She played around with it, swirling it around and then swallowed with a loud gulp and an ‘Ahhhh’. “Fucking delicious,” was all she said as she licked her lips.

Sal laughed and smiled, “Dirty minx, on your back,” he growled as she did as she was told and he lined himself in front of her pink slit. He spat on his dick and pushed it in slow. Anna started to breathe just a bit quicker as she felt the head of his cock invade her confines and when the head is fully in she felt herself becoming stretched.

“Kuuuugh, you are tight,” Sal groaned, “You have been neglected.”

“Don’t remind me,” Anna moaned as she felt him penetrate deeper. “I told my boyfriend I wanted to take it slow, I didn’t think he’d wait so long.”

“Maybe he is respecting you, — hoh, really tight — maybe he is waiting for you,” Salazar offered as he began to thrust into her slowly.

Anna moaned and groaned, inhaling sharply and hissing. “Insightful words from a man fucking — don’t stop, right there, yes! YES!— another man’s girlfriend,” she quipped.

“Well he snoozed, he loose….d”

Salazar began to pump into her quicker, drawing in louder moans. “Faster, faster. Fuck that tight little pussy, tell me you like fucking my tight little hole!” Anna started saying with such gusto that Sal couldn’t help but become even more turned on.

“This is a good pussy, grade A pussy. I fucking love fucking your tight little pussy!” Sal answered with grunts of fervor.

Anna started to shake a little, feeling herself come as she moaned more and more. “Yes! Fuck my hole! Drive your cock in, faster!”

Salazar’s tempo began to speed up. He pushed her legs into her until they were next to her ear and he fucked her deeper and deeper. Anna began to shake a little and she squealed and let out a huge raspy, shaky groan as another orgasm slammed into her. “Fuck that’s good! Do it, cum inside my pussy!”

“You are on birth control?” Sal asked with shakiness and stifled breath as he tried to hold his cum back.

“Yes, of course I am. Pump me full of your cum!”

Salazar couldn’t hold back after that declaration as he drew his cock back until only his head remained and slammed it into her quick and hard. Each time he pushed into her he threw ropes of thick semen against her cervix. Anna shakily moaned and closed her eyes as she savored the moment, the warmth entering her and she reached out and took Salazar into her bosom. Sal kept pumping into her as he laid down against her breast feeling her vaginal walls contract and spasm around his member. He took her breast and suckled on it, taking her nipple into his mouth and softly biting it and rolling it around his mouth. He kept on thrusting into her until he became soft and she gave out a soft purr.

Salazar picked himself up and peeled his cock off from inside her as a thread of semen rose up with him. He brought himself over to Anna and offered his dick, which she gladly took as she tasted both him and her off his glistening manhood. She sucked as much as she could and swallowed, “Tasty,” she said with a giggle as they both dove into the covers.

They both slept soundly that night, Anna breathing just a little easier with smile of contentment in her face.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p9l7hw/a_dish_best_served_hot_v2_mfcheatinglong_read