Likely going to hell, but worth it. Part II: [MF], [cheating]

So, the first part of this story, where I met Laney and her husband, Brian can be found here:

Likely going to hell for this one, but probably worth it…[threesome] [MMF] from gonewildstories

The gist of the story was that we’d met, had a good threesome, Laney took my cock in her ass, and then everyone sort of cooled off.

The story resumes with my running into Laney at the gym one afternoon. I was working a job with a flexible schedule, and she was a stay-at-home mom, so also had some flexibility. Her kids were maybe 10-11, and, as stated in the previous story, Laney was insanely hot. She was short, about 5’2″, petite, fit, and had some nice fake boobs. She was sexually adventurous, as evidenced by her asking for a MFM threesome, and quite enjoyed being both DP’ed and my larger cock up her ass.

So, after a few weeks of getting fairly non-committal, but not unpleasant responses, from both her and Brian regarding any future threesomes, I gave up hope. I definitely wanted her again, but it just seemed like a one-and-done situation, which, at least, gave me some good memories.

But one afternoon, finishing my workout at the gym (I’m reasonably fit, not a muscle-head or anything, more lean and wiry), who should I run into but Laney, who was just getting started. We chatted pleasantly for a bit, and there was definitely some allusion to our tryst and some flirting that went on between us. But, as I was leaving and she was just getting started, our chat wasn’t terribly long. One thing that she did establish very clearly:

“I’m here every Tuesday and Thursday at this time.”

So, clearly, I adjusted my schedule a bit, delaying my start time for a workout. The next time I show up, about an hour later than usual, and I “run into her” in the lobby, having just dropped off her kids at the kid’s care area. This interaction was… different. We immediately started talking about how much fun we had when we’d fucked, and how good the other person looked. She was wearing yoga pants that gripped her firm ass, and a tight tank top with a built in sports bra. She looked amazing, and we were very close to one another when talking. She had mentioned that Brian hadn’t ben very giving lately in the bedroom, and that she was getting a little frustrated.

I leaned in close and whispered, “I want to fuck you right now,” and she moaned in my ear while putting her hand on my chest.
Then looking around, she suggested, “Come out to my car with me,” and who was I to say no?

She had a small SUV, like a Toyota RAV4 or something, and the trunk had few things in it, which were quickly thrown in the back seat. The garage was fairly secluded, and she was parked in a corner, so it was relatively safe from discovery. We crawled into the back of the car and wrapped up in the trunk, furiously going after each other, kissing and groping.

I got her shirt up over her head and was sucking on her tits while she stroked my dick after struggling to get my shorts down around my thighs (the trunk of a RAV4 not the best for erotic positioning, we found out). She uttered, “God, you’re so big,” as she gripped my cock and took in a quick breath when I slid my hand into her yoga pants and touched her outer lips, already damp. As we made out like teenagers, I rubbed her pussy and found her clit, flicking it to the point of her cumming hard in her car. Her “Oh God”s filled the car and her cunt dripped as I worked her pussy and clit in our cramped space.

After her first orgasm, her hand still locked onto my throbbing cock, she said, “I want to make you cum, too.”

“I don’t have a condom,” I said, my hand buried in her pants, rubbing her still slick pussy.

So, Laney, former actress and stripper, current mother and wife, and whose body could make a dead man hard, spins around in the trunk of her SUV and sucks me like there is no tomorrow. She deep throated my cock and choked, spit flying everywhere. Working my shaft with her delicate hand and the head with her lips, she brought me to the brink, and when the ball licking and massaging started, I nearly came. Indicating that I was close, I told her, she looked me in the eye and said, “Cum in my fucking mouth.” She put as much in her mouth as she could take and gripped and twisted on the shaft, milking my cum into her mouth. She waited until I finished, and made sure none leaked out, completely swallowing my load.

We fooled around a bit more for a few minutes, and she realized that she still had errands to run, so we cleaned up and headed back into the gym. She picked up her kids, and I went to work out, though my usual motivation was not present.

About an hour later, I get a text with a picture from her, saying: “This is what you did to me in Target.” The picture was her yoga pants with a giant wet spot running from the crotch down the inside of both thighs, and to the knee on one side. We then got into a heated exchange about how we wanted to fuck each other again, not in the back of her car.

Her final text that day read: “Don’t tell Brian, but I think you should come over sometime soon.”

That would be the final part of the story. Should that be told, too?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6qiayd/likely_going_to_hell_but_worth_it_part_ii_mf