It’s May thirteenth, and my husband is snuggling up to me. It’s so cute; he’s so loving, and yet, I’m here in bed thinking about Maddox and not Nate. I can’t stop myself; I reach down and touch myself, imagining it’s Maddox doing it.
He’s never done it yet, but I’m thinking about letting him. I’ve had it on trustworthy testimony; he’s got a cock to die for. Phoebe swears it’s over eight inches long and almost two inches in diameter. She claims it was the perfect size for her.
Using a woman named Phoebe as a reliable source for cock size seems incongruous, but in fact, she’s tested more cock than I have.
My finger is touching my clitoris, just barely. Then my right hand joins my left but starts penetrating my vagina with one finger, then two fingers. I’m focusing on the sensations thinking about Maddox. I’m struggling to not move and awaken Nate. When I come, I just relax. Success!
Later, I’m sitting at the breakfast table drinking my coffee, thinking about Jason. He was the first, and he’d had to seduce me. I realized what he was trying to do about three months in. I knew what he was doing, but I also knew there was no way I’d cheat on Nate, but he didn’t.
Still, I enjoyed all the compliments and the innuendo from him. When Nate had an auto accident, I got Jason to drive me to the hospital. When they were through with him, he was going to be confined for at least a week, and he drove me home. I was so rattled; I invited him in.
“Jason, I need someone to calm me down; come on in for a bit.”
We went inside, and I collapsed on the sofa with Jason holding me. “Jade, it’s going to be okay; you need to relax now. Here, let me give you a massage.”
He started on my scalp and then moved down to my neck. It felt so good that when he moved down to my shoulders, I started making noises of enjoyment.
When he kissed me, his hands were on my breasts through my clothes, and I was limp as the massage worked it’s magic. When I felt him unbutton my blouse, I couldn’t come up with enough energy to object.
“Jason, that feels so good.” I reached up to his head and pulled it toward me, toward my breasts. When he slipped my bra off my breasts, again I couldn’t object. I didn’t object because it felt so good.
“There now, Jade, you need to relax. Just enjoy it.”
That’s when I realized what was happening. This was what Jason wanted; he wanted to make love to me. Even then, I knew that was a lie; he wanted to fuck me. I tried to object, but he was sucking on my breasts, and it was wonderful.
He’s not sucking on my breasts; it’s my tits. Don’t stop, don’t stop.
I heard my voice saying it. I’d said it out loud to Jason. I moved so he could slip my blouse off.
“Take my bra off, too. Please.”
I pulled his mouth to my nipples, and I felt my excitement explode. “God, Jason, yes.”
I was beyond stopping it. Stop him? It was a primal need for his cock. I’d been so scared about Nate; now, I had to be fucked.
His shirt disappeared, then his trousers, and then his boxers, and I saw his cock. It seemed like it was the most beautiful cock. Rigid, throbbing, and immense. The perfect compliment for my empty pussy.
I tried to move so he could put it in me, but he refused; his kisses moved down until he was touching my clitoris with his tongue.
I’d forgotten about Nate and the hospital. It was his cock that had my attention. I forced him to move so I could reach it and engulfed it with my mouth. All I could think was, ‘Cum in my mouth. Come.’
When he came, it was the first time anyone had come in my mouth, and it felt glorious. I’d made a man come with my mouth. Not my pussy.
As I got up from the sofa, I was savoring the taste as I led him to bed, Nate’s and my bed. As I lay there next to Jason, I was thinking
That was fantastic. I should feel, um, evil, maybe sinful, but I don’t. I feel exultant instead. This is what I was made for.
We lay there holding each other. He had his cock between my legs, and I was holding his hands on my tits when I felt his cock stirring.
I turned and stroked it, murmuring, “Yes, now get hard enough. Get hard enough. I want you to fuck me.”
When I felt his cock in my pussy, I surrendered. “Jason, Nate’s coming home, probably on Thursday. I want you to fuck me every day until then. I want to fuck you and suck you off.
And that’s what we did. I even let him sneak in a few times after Nate got home from the hospital. When I was sure he was asleep, I’d text Jason to come over to fuck in the guest bedroom. That was so intoxicating when we did that. Taboo isn’t the right word. I’ve never found the right word in English, a word that expresses how electrifying it is to be secretly fucking your lover in a bedroom next to your sleeping husband. Cheating on him, with him asleep, oblivious. If Jason knew, it’d be humiliating, degrading, and debasing. And I loved every second.
When Jason and I gradually quit, I thought that was going to be the end of my cheating. That lasted a couple of months when I noticed Dax doing the same things Jason had done; a little innuendo, a little touching, and a few lecherous looks made it clear what he wanted.
I’ve cheated once; will twice be worse? Really?
