The first time you cheat on someone you tend to panic. You are overly cautious about your words and your habits. This is where you normally slip up because you tend to say the wrong things and do things totally out of character. The second time, you are less scared and it becomes comfortable, you enjoy the adrenaline and grow confident. Everything gets easier as the cheating continues and you become complacent until reality kicks you in the balls.
You see, the truth is; that when someone gives you attention, your feelings change towards that person almost immediately. You feel more confident and your spirits are immediately lifted from the dopamine. You smile more and you are friendlier, even to people you don’t get along with. Nothing gets you down after that if the attention is maintained.
Even if you know you are in the wrong you feel invincible.
****
When I first fucked Monya in the Cabinet room at work I could not believe what had happened. I was scared for days on end; scared that I would be found out or that someone had seen something. I never wanted anyone to find out but after hanging on to my trophy panty she gave me I felt the rush. I could never have foreseen where this would all have led to. I would look at the underwear knowing what I got away with and yet turned on by the reminder at the same time.
It was a week after our romp at the office when Monya had joined the gym. She asked my advice over the following weeks on how to get fitter and lose a few centimeters. She enforced that advice almost immediately. Her presence had immediately changed. She was positive and she started being more productive at work. I never feared that she would tell anyone about our encounter though, she helped me more and more with everything in the office too. We had become somewhat of a team at work as time passed.
Monya never flirted with me as the weeks went by nor did she ever bring that day up. I imagined us, fucking everywhere but I never acted on it. Monya would bring me coffee at the right times and she would enquire where she could help. Her focus was on work. Her dress sense had changed to a more professional look where she would dress in office suites and less grungy styled clothes. She was taking care of herself, ordering salads instead of eating pies from the bakery.
More than a month after our encounter, I had been starved of sex at home. I was horny as hell and felt neglected. I came out of the gym and saw Monya coming towards the entrance. Her belly fat was much less and her gym clothes showed a bit more confidence than I thought necessary. Monya looked good even though I think my opinion was compromised from getting to know her better in the past few weeks. We briefly spoke about her progress before parting ways but I dreamt about her all night. Needless to say that when I saw her at work the next morning I was pining for a proper fuck again.
When Monya brought my coffee to my desk I looked at her up and down and complimented her outfit. She looked a bit unsure of what to reply and when she walked off I maintained eye contact. I was being suggestive but I wasn’t sure because I had absolutely, no game.
I think that was where it all started getting real and by the end of that week, I had already collected two more trophy panties before it became a more regular venture. I was never into full-figured women but she was soft in my hands and comforting on my cock. Her skin was silky on my tongue and her breasts so round and lush. I was loving the adventure.
Monya would let me please myself in her with the wink of an eye or with a suggestive comment and because the office was almost always empty, we started getting more playful and adventurous with our encounters. Monya sucked me off while I was on a call with management. I fucked her over her desk in the back of the office and one evening after the gym I offered to take her home and we fucked in the back seat of my car; with some difficulty but it was worth it. The car needed a full valet after that but I did not care as long as I could cum inside her again.
****
It was September 24, 2021, national braai day for most people but for me, the day I had my wife walk out on me. I did not see it coming because I was too caught up in Monya. Although looking back now, all the signs were there. She went to live with another man and when I was asked to sit down, I was expecting it to be about the affair I was having. Turned out I was not the only one being unfaithful. It just so happened that her relationship had been going on much longer than mine.
She had packed her bags and a few boxes before the sit-down and left that same night. I did not argue anything because I was guilty. I wondered how I should tell her my side of the story but I figured my dirty little secret does not have to come out. Besides I had not even spoken to Monya about it anyway. I did not need ammunition against me so I let her be.
Stacey had come over a day later saying she saw my wife packing the car and explained how she had seen things. I found her words drifting past my ears and not processing anything. I was not even angry or hurt but still processing how everything would work out. Stacey’s boyfriend drove past my house up to her driveway at that point and she rushed the conversation a bit before she walked backward toward her place.
“If there is anything I can do for you just shout,” she offered as turned and walked away.
I was immediately thinking of ways she could help with my needs.
****
Monya and I were not advertising our relationship, in fact, we never even spoke about what we were, colleagues during the week, fuck buddies when we had the need, and gym partners on weekends. We were fucking three to four times a week at this point, she had already lost 37 kilograms and was getting attention at the office and the gym.
Stacey had already befriended Monya through the months of seeing her at the gym with me. Stacey enquired if the divorce was settled yet because we had spoken about it before. I nodded in approval and she excitedly asked if I was going to celebrate. I did not know it needed to be celebrated because the celebration was never really my thing. I did not see the need.
Monya looked at me wondering why I was not answering and suggested a braai at my place. Monya had still not been to my place even though I was alone, I had spent several nights at her place but did not feel comfortable having someone over until the divorce was settled. Stacey grabbed at the opportunity to rather have it at her place and we should come over that same night. I did not have a say between the two of them and kind of felt obligated to do something.
“Just bring the wine,” Stacey instructed as she trotted off.
I looked at her peachy bum in the purple Nike hotpants wishing I could bite them. “That is one sexy woman,” Monya interjected having spotted the way I was looking at her. I shrugged a bit pretending I was not impressed while locking eyes with Monya. But in reality, I had thought about it several times but I was too much of a coward to even try my luck with Stacey.
****
I saw Monya pull into Stacey’s driveway. Monya had bought herself a sporty little hatchback a few weeks back. When she got out of her car she looked around; probably looking for where I stayed.
She had a very racy bright orange dress on with her breasts pressed neatly round against her chest. She had a lovely brown tan from the sun already having been wearing more revealing clothing with her newfound confidence. Her strappy stilettos laced her thin ankles up her wide calves highlighting her bottom perfectly. She was so proud of herself and lady-like in every way.
Her shoulders were exposed since her date with the salon, her blond tints sexy, and her hair wavy and bouncy. Her large hooped earrings and thin white gold necklace complimented her pretty face so nicely and her straight pearl white teeth radiated a gorgeous smile from her filled peach-colored lips. The evening sky made her look more like a princess than ever.
I grabbed the two bottles of wine before looking myself up and down in the mirror. I wondered if two bottles were enough for the four of us and decided to pull another Pinotage from the wine rack. I felt a pinch and looked at the wedding band that twisted on my thinner finger. I removed it with surety because now I could and placed it in the drawer of the table at the door.
Stacey was welcoming Monya into her home when I crossed the road. Stacey was wearing a royal blue strapless top and white Freddy jeans; her abs were showing and her golden hair was bleached silver since we last saw her that morning. I could hear them complimenting each other on Monya’s outfit and Stacey’s hair and how it suited her.
As I got to the door Stacey made a comment that my outfit matched Monya’s although we were not wearing the same colors. I had a slim-fit white shirt on and a pair of camel trousers that was quite snug since I had been working on myself so much. I laughed as I looked at myself and then at Monya. “You guys would make a cute couple,” Stacey insisted.
I was sure that Stacey was a few glasses of wine ahead at that point. She had done her hair that afternoon so she must have started at the salon already. Monya blushed at the comment but stated we were just good friends. I looked at her and just smiled awkwardly.
We entered and I placed the wine on the granite counter in the kitchen. Stacey was playing music through the TV at a level way higher than what was required. We got some wine glasses and went to sit outside where the fire was already going. Stacey answered a call and disappeared for a short time before returning but looking a bit agitated. She took three or four big gulps of her wine and topped it up again.
Her boyfriend was running late even though she had told him not to be late.
Monya was smart enough to change the topic and was very talkative after her first glass of wine. Her body was lean and smaller, she was tiny after losing all the centimeters and think the alcohol was getting to her fast. The ladies were talking about going to some lodge and we should all go together. Stacey was very suggestive through the conversations about Monya and I hooking up but we kept laughing it off.
The fire was already red embers of coal and I was sitting in the corner of the lounger. Stacey kept picking her phone up and texting angrily between her sentences.
Stacey then asked Monya why she doesn’t snap a man like myself up for herself because she can see the way Monya looked at me some days. Monya denied it and was looking scared that the truth would come out. Stacey asked if she would be jealous if this now single man found someone. Monya confidently replied “No”. I was feeling hurt at that point and did not know how to feel because it sounded genuine.
Stacey approached me and sat beside me while Monya was sitting on the other end of the lounger from me. She placed her hand on my leg and grazed her nails along the surface of my trousers up toward my crotch. Stacey directed herself toward Monya to see her reaction. I was shocked and nervous and could see the concern in Monya’s eyes.
Stacey’s phone pinged and she looked at the message, she threw her phone against the back of the lounger and finished her glass of wine.
Moments later Stacey walked her fingers to the inside of my thighs. Staring at Monya attentively “Nothing?” she questioned Monya.
“Nope!” Monya replied without hesitation but her eyes said otherwise.
I flicked my legs closed. “Well, it does stuff to me!” feeling the blood rush to my penis.
Stacey and Monya were in a playful stare-down. Then Stacey turned her head slowly before kissing me, her tongue slid into my mouth and she gave a small fake moan. My eyes were open and I tilted my head to see Monya looking down at the ground. Her knees pressed hard against each other and her fists clenched closed.
Stacey pulled away slowly, she looked me in my eyes and bit her lip. She turned to Monya and asked, “Still nothing?”
Monya looked at her with an intense glare and then at me with a sort of insecurity. The look in her eyes made me realize she wanted me for herself but she also knew I had a thing for Stacey. Stacey looked back and forth at Monya and then me. She could see something that both Monya and I had missed ourselves.
Monya stood up and took a few short steps toward me and Stacey. She placed herself on the lounger facing me before she took my face into her hands and kissed me. This kiss was different, we hardly ever kissed unless it was on the neck or when I would kiss her genital area or even on the tips of her nipples. This was meaningful. Monya kept kissing and pressed her lips hard on mine, her tongue wrestled mine. Stacey was silent for that time and when Monya pulled away I opened my eyes and saw Stacey biting her lip as if she was lustful for what she just witnessed.
Monya gave me a look I will never forget before she pulled Stacey’s head closer to mine so we could kiss too.
Monya pulled Stacey’s leg over my lap, Stacey’s thigh gap almost touching my crotch, I raised my hips to better position myself and my hardened dick pressed into her warm gap. It was uncomfortable for me in my tight trousers. I placed my hands on Stacey’s waist and pulled her down onto my dick. Monya was rubbing my leg and must have sensed my hardness and discomfort, she reached between Stacey and me. She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers as far as she could. Stacey stopped kissing me, she looked down and positioned herself beside me on the lounger to access my dick.
Monya tugged at my pants and pulled them down while Stacey took my dick into her mouth. Stacey slowly jerked my foreskin while sliding her tongue around my head. Monya kissed me passionately as I had never experienced before while Stacey pleased me. Stacey started bobbing her head very fast and slurped up the spit once or twice but I was cumming within a few minutes, Stacey had a deep mouth, her tough was soft and her strokes were so sensual, she knew exactly what she was doing. She sucked up all the creamy thick cum and swallowed when she sat up while looking playfully at Monya.
“Your turn you sexy little vixen,” Stacey suggested as she wiped her lips dry.
Stacey pulled Monya toward her then got up and lay Monya’s head down a bit away from my legs. Stacey proceeded to undo Monya’s stilettos and then slid her hands down under Monya’s firm bum to slide off a cute orange g-string. Stacey removed her shoes and wiggled her hips out of the Freddy jean quickly shimmying them off. Stacey was a tall woman and her clit peaked proudly from her smooth-shaven lips at me. I could place my whole hand between her thighs to fill her gap.
Stacey dropped her top revealing her perfect round natural tits and button nipples. Her body was athlete-like, toned and ripped, highlighted under the downlights of the outside canopy. I had always imagined her naked but never saw it as clearly as I did then, right in front of me.
Monya was looking up at me gazing upon this magnificent body when Stacey pushed me aside and placed her gap over Monya’s face. With Stacey’s knees next to Monya’s ears, Stacey had her ass facing my way. Her slit was pink from the excitement, Stacey was reaching over Monya to pull back Monya’s dress, she lowered her head between Monya’s legs. There were some kissing sounds and a moan or two from the two of them. Monya had closed her eyes while she was being eaten at the other end. Monya raised her head to the soft pussy and gently licked Stacey side to side just tantalizing the extruded clit before her.
I gripped my dick in my hand and stroked it up and down, Monya opened her eyes briefly and saw me jerking myself to the site of her eating Stacey and Stacey’s tiny ass-hole exposing itself between Stacey’s firm butt cheeks. I removed my shoes and shifted my trousers off and stood behind Stacey wondering if I should try entering her. Monya moaned and dropped her head while she cussed. I seized the opening and pressed up against Stacey, Monya took hold of my shaft and pushed my tip into Stacey’s pink pussy.
Stacey lifted her head surprised at the rapid entry “Not so fast” she indicated. So I didn’t go in too fast. I could feel her walls tighten from the unexpected thrust. She started relaxing and changed the angle for me so my curved rod would find its way into her better. Monya watched Stacey’s pussy stretch over me and had her hands over Stacey’s butt patting her cheeks comfortingly.
I was slipping deeper very slowly and something just slipped when I went to my full length. Stacey pressed back onto me, I grabbed her on her sides to maintain my balance and stance. I pulled back and plunged right in again. Every few insertions I would slap her ass in my groin.
Stacey roared, “God, yes! It’s so good”
Her orgasm was magnificent to watch, all her back muscles tensed up. Her shoulders pressed back as her vagina walls gripped around my cock. I held on to her hips and fucked as quick as I could because the sight of her incredible body was fueling a raging fire in my balls. I could feel my cock ejaculating while I was pressed up against her ass but there was not much left. Stacey launched forward.
“Did you cum inside?” she asked as she opened her toned legs and inspected her red stretched hole.
“Uhm, yes. Sorry,” I apologized not knowing what else to say.
I stood there with my dick in my hand and a look of concern on my face. Monya looked taken back by the question and looked up at me.
There was a drop of cum seeping out of Stacey’s cunt and some cum dripping from my tip. Monya sat up slowly unsure if she should say or do anything.
“I haven’t taken my birth control in weeks!” Stacey explained as she tried to scoop as much of the cum out and wiped it on the top of her hand.
“Serves me right for playing with fire though,” she further joked while she reached for a tissue box on the side table near her.
Stacey looked back at me and then at the look on Monya’s face.
“No. Sorry guys,” Stacey played it off as her not laying down ground rules and jumping into something without warning.
I was limp from the fright and reached for my trousers, Monya stood up and pulled her sexy orange dress down.
The mood was in my opinion fucked. The air was warm and humid and my heart was still thumping rapidly in my chest from the shock of what Stacey said.
Stacey leaped up and grabbed my hand and then Monya’s in the other.
“That’s what the morning after pill is for,” she rebelliously joked.
She pulled us toward the patio entrance and passed the kitchen, she walked backward while pulling on our hands looking lustful and toying with us.
She pulled us into a room and put a lamp on for some light.
“You are going to be here.” Stacey pushed me onto the middle of the double bed.
“And you are going to get out of this,” as she stepped in behind Monya and slipped the straps off over Monya’s shoulders.
Monya stood naked before me. She was radiating beauty, her whole presence was engulfing my thoughts. I looked at her thinking pure thoughts and how amazing she looked. I did not see the fat ungroomed nasty girl anymore, for months I saw her transform into this petite little gem of a person. In all our encounters we had some clothes on or she had always turned the light off so I could not see her fully. But here she was.
Stacey lead Monya towards me and placed Monya’s hand in mine. Stacey sat beside me and reached for my cock while Monya positioned herself over me. Monya straddled herself over me while Stacey was guiding my cock into her. I slipped into Monya gently as she lowered her soft pussy on my dick. Monya looked down at me with her mouth opening as I entered her deeper. She turned to face Stacey, they locked eyes while moving closer to kiss. Stacey was stroking herself very softly. Monya was pressing her breasts in her hands, her breasts were smaller and were hanging a little. Her breasts were silky to the touch and I traced the stretch marks on her breasts and around her waist with my fingertips. All the weight she once had was gone and these were her battle scars from a fight she had won.
I looked at the two kissing softly and Stacey caressing her shaven pussy. I turned my attention to Monya and placed my hands above her hips, I moved her small body to start her rocking her hips, and she slowly moved her pelvis back and forth with a small amount of pressure every time she came forward.
“That’s my girl,” Stacey said to Monya who was rocking on me.
Stacey straddled herself over my head and lowered her pussy toward my lips. The tip of my nose almost touched her moist lips.
I had wanted to eat her pussy from the first time I ever saw her. I wasn’t sure if this was a manifestation of my thoughts over the years or because Monya had played along from the start and ensured I got this incredible experience. But I embraced every moment of it. I could smell her warmth, my nose touched her skin, and my touch stretched out for a taste. I traced her slit using the tip of my tongue and softly kissed her clit. I breathed over her mound and licked her lips some more before I got overwhelmed with excitement; pressing through her lips and sucking down on her hot cunt was invigorating.
I sucked and licked at her pussy like a puppy in a food bowl, her sweet juices were like a nectar from the forbidden garden. I did not care that there might be remnants of my cum in her. I sucked on her clit and flicked vigorously at it in between breaths. Stacey was almost pressing on my face while Monya was riding my dick in small circles.
Stacey sat up on her knees lifting away from my face. She was kissing Monya with her hand behind Monya’s head. I shoved my head into her ass and licked as deep as I could trying to get at her pussy but was not able to reach. Stacey got off and Monya looked down at me. Resting her hands on the sides of my head she was out of breath and I could see she was tired but she was pushing through.
Her eyes rolled up into her eyelids and I felt her pee over my stomach, she collapsed onto my chest. I knew I could not orgasm again but wanted to ride her through her orgasm so I quickly rolled her over onto her back and pressed her legs up against her sides. I was pumping in and out quite rapidly then Stacey tried to touch Monya’s parted pussy.
Monya screamed in pleasure and sprayed onto the sheets and my stomach and Stacey’s hand. She passed out and her body sank into the sheets from exhaustion.
Stacey opened the bed and placed the extra pillows on the floor. I lifted Monya in my arms and lay her on her side, kissed her cheek, and covered her with the duvet. Stacey appeared at the door a minute later with our clothes and asked if I wanted to shower. I nodded and Stacey pointed to the en-suite bathroom as she put the light on and closed the door behind us.
“I always wondered about you Adam,” Stacey said as she turn on the water in the shower. “You are a good guy but you need to start opening your eyes,” she pulled me under the running water. I stood right up against her looking at her lips and wanting to kiss them. “That girl in there? She loves you. Don’t let her go, you two are made for each other.”
Stacey and I washed and got out of the shower to dry off.
I put my underwear on and went towards the bed to check on Monya, she was spent but looked at peace as she slept.
“Go home Adam, Monya can sleep here and we can come over for breakfast tomorrow.” Stacey kissed me on the cheek and left while I got dressed quietly. I snuck out of the bedroom into the passage.
Stacey was in a thin gown outside but was talking loudly on her phone. I stood there for a short while and noticed her clothes near her washing machine. While she walked up and down outside I saw a white thong hanging from her white jeans. I saw Stacey facing away from the house and sneakily tugged at the thong. I hooked it with my finger and looked at it, there was a thin glistening line and a small wet patch on the inside.
Stacey, very agitated ended the call and came inside. As she came towards the kitchen I crumpled the thong up into my hand and clenched it from sight. Stacey stepped towards me and hugged me tightly. “You are one of the better ones,” she said.
I held her in my arms knowing she was upset and clenched the thong in my fist until she let go. I quickly pressed the thong into my trouser pocket as we moved towards the front door.
