Ben was already hard in her mouth, sucking on him was just delaying the inevitable, and even as much as she liked it, she wasn’t going to let him cum in her mouth, not tonight. Once she was free of her panties, Petranella crawled up her husband’s body, took his wet cock in hand, and slid her pussy down onto his hardness. It went in easily, she wanted to think that was because she was hot and wet and ready—all of which were true—and he was hard and eager—which was also true—but she couldn’t deny that his passage was aided by the remains of Jonas’s cum in her pussy.
Once she was fully seated on her husband’s cock, Petranella reared back and displayed herself to him. Normally she wasn’t shy about showing off her body to her husband; he liked to look and she liked to indulge him. In the half-light of the bedroom, Ben reached up and grasped her breasts; they fit exactly into his hands. Unfortunately his strong hands also squeezed much harder than she liked because they were sore and bruised. She winced in pain.
“Did I hurt you?” Ben asked.
“Just a little,” she said as she started moving up and down on his cock.
“Why are they so sore?” he asked, pulling his hands back a bit and looking at her abused flesh. When he inspected the soft skin more closely, he noticed that there weren’t just impact bruises, but ovals of bite marks. “What happened to you?”
Petranella couldn’t help herself. She rocked her hips a few times before answering him, she needed to work up the courage and the only way to do that was to ramp up her sexual excitement. “I fucked Jonas at work today,” she said as she ground down on his cock.
The almost casual way she said it took Ben by surprise. “What? You’re kidding right?”
“It was fucking hot. I needed to get fucked and he was there and his cock fit into me perfectly. He couldn’t leave my tits alone.” She grabbed his hands and put them back on her breasts. “I loved it,” she admitted while staring directly into his eyes.
Petranella hadn’t planned on confessing her faithlessness to her husband while having sex with him, but as it turned out that was the best way to do it. His cock got harder inside her.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Before she could say anything else, he pulled her down to him and he sucked viciously on her left breast, pulling the prominent nipple deep into his mouth. She hissed at the pain, but also shivered with the thrill. It was wrong, but she couldn’t resist it. He switched breasts and sucked hard again, this time shoving his cock upward into her. It was good to be fucked this way. She turned her head and whispered into his ear, “Do you love your cheating wife?”
He made a noise of confirmation as he continued sucking on her breast and pinched the other nipple as hard as he could. It hurt her, but she loved it. A hard shiver passed through her body and she realized she was going to cum again, but this time, instead of the orgasm originating in her pussy, her clit, it was going to come from her tits.
“He’s still in me,” she continued. “He came in me hard and I never cleaned my pussy. You’re fucking your wife’s dirty pussy.”
That did it. He came. Ben deposited shot after shot of burning cum deep in her. She loved the feeling, and she loved it even more when he bit down on her nipple while viciously twisting the other. She came. It was a most unusual orgasm, spreading from her chest down to her abdomen where it blossomed into something more powerful and making her body dance spasmodically.
When it was over she laid atop her husband’s body. Her tits were crushed against his chest and his cock was still in her pussy. It was softening, but slowly. She loved the feeling. But she hated the guilt she felt at the same time.
“I’m sorry I fucked him,” she said softly, not facing him. “It was wrong.”
“It’s…it’s okay,” said Ben. He had never considered himself a jealous person, but he always thought that he would get upset if his significant other ever cheated on him. Always his relationships, before Petranella, had ended more or less amicably without any cheating or involvement of a third party. It was strange to hear his wife confessing that she cheated on him and at the same time, he was oddly okay with it. “Are…are you…I mean…are you kidding? Did you say that just to get a rise out of me?”
She laughed. “I did get a rise out of you, didn’t I?”
He chuckled a little. “Yeah, I suppose so.”
There was silence and then she said, “But no, I’m not lying. I actually did have sex with Jonas. In the bathroom, of all places. I just needed to have sex right then and there.”
“That’s…a little strange.”
“What can I say? I’m horny and my tits needed the attention.”
Ben turned her head toward him. “Your tits needed attention? Not your pussy?” He was puzzled at her words.
“Yeah. They were aching. I mean, I wanted to get off too, but my tits…that’s where the focus was.”
“And that’s how they got bruised?”
“Yeah.”
They looked at each other, his cock still inside of her. Talking about it someone kept him hard, even after orgasm. “Maybe you are hitting that early thirties sexual plateau.”
“Maybe,” she agreed. “Lately it seems I can’t get enough of sex. That’s why I fucked Jonas.” She sat up. “I’ve never cheated before but today I couldn’t help it. And then afterwards…afterwards I still wanted to fuck more. I was looking at every man in the lab with the idea of what it would be like to take them to bed.” She sighed. “And a couple of the women as well.”
“Women? Really?”
She actually blushed at her husband. “Yes. A couple of the women.”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that.”
She giggled and shook her head slowly at him. “I bet you would.”
“This is weird,” he said.
“What?” she asked knowing full well what he meant but still going through the motions of the conversation.
“Are you telling me about your need to get fucked today, and then the guy you fucked today, and then your wandering eye during the day, and then fucking me…it’s just a lot. It’s weird.”
“And you’re still hard from it.”
“How can you tell?”
“Your cock is still inside me…and it’s pretty damn hard. A woman can tell.”
“This is still weird.”
“But I like it,” she said. “Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Can I ask a favor of you?”
“What?”
“Suck on my tits.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Really? They look pretty sore. I was pretty rough on them…and I guess that Jonas was as well.”
“Don’t abuse them,” she said. “But they still ache.”
“I bet they do.”
“A little pressure would feel good to me,” she added as she picked herself up off his chest and showed off her small breasts to him. “Just a little. Just love them a little.”
With half a shrug, Ben decided to go along with her quest. What would it hurt him? “Sure. Why not?”
“Be gentle,” she reminded him as she rolled to her side. This caused their bodies to uncouple, which wasn’t unpleasant, but did cause a little physical disappointment for them both. She cupped her hand under one breast, offering it to him.
Now his brow furrowed in confusion. “Why are you going to your side?”
“Because I don’t want to be hanging over you the entire time. Just do it.”
He scooted down a few inches and laid his head on a pillow, before taking her upper breast gently between his lips and sucking gently. Petranella moaned ever so softly, letting him know she felt it but at the same time letting him know it felt good. Her nipple hardened in his mouth at first, but as he continued to suck on her, exerting just enough pressure for her to feel it, the nipple relaxed and so did they both.
“Perfect,” she said. “Don’t stop. Just like that.
Ben rested one hand on her hip, letting his long fingers curl down to her buttock. She shifte
d around a bit, scissoring her legs, trying to get comfortable while he continued to suckle. After a few frustrating minutes of Ben not getting the hint, she grabbed his hand and shoved it between her legs.
He broke the latch on her breast. “I thought you just wanted me to suck on your tits,” he said as he gently massaged her clit, penetrating her pussy just enough to see how wet and hot she still was.
“I did, but a woman can change her mind. Keep sucking, but maybe make me cum as well?”
He did as she asked. It was odd, doing this to his wife, it was sex, but not sex, but more importantly it was much more intimate, which was odd, but he was fine with. He moved his mouth back and forth between her nipples, sucking gently while he slowly pushed his finger in and out of her, occasional teasing her clit as well.
When she came it was a gentle climax, not violent, and she moaned in relief. Yes, exactly like that,” she half mumbled. Sleep was coming for her.
While it was great for her, Ben was left with an erection he didn’t know how to dispose of. His wife looked so happy and content as she drifted off to sleep that he hated to disturb her so he waited. He waited until her breathing became regular and steady, indicating she was fully asleep. Only then did he go to the bathroom and beat off as quietly as possible, the images of what he had just done with her rushing through his mind while he tried to figure out why he wasn’t more upset at her for cheating on him.
Chapter Three
The next morning Ben woke up with Petranella’s breasts dragging across his face. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. “What are you doing?” he asked, bleary eyed, his vision mostly blocked by her small, but still rather substantial tits.
“Waking you up.”
“It worked.”
“I know,” she replied. She was crouched over his body and when she said that, her hand drifted down between his legs to cup his erection. “Morningwood or horny wood?”
“A little of both.”
“Know what I want?”
“I can imagine.”
“I want you to suck on my tits.”
“I wasn’t exactly expecting that.”
She was naked and it was easy for her to tug his pajama bottoms down, releasing his erection. “Suck on them nicely and make me cum and I’ll make you cum.”
“Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?” he asked.
“Shut up and do what I want.” Petranella pressed her breast into his mouth and since Ben had no reason to resist, he opened his lips and started sucking on her. She didn’t object when his hand came up between her legs to cup her pussy. He slipped one finger into her opening. As was becoming normal for Petranella, she was hot and wet, ready for sex. “Just suck,” she told him, wiggling her hips a bit, getting her pussy away from his finger, but keeping her hand on his cock.
Ben was fine with that plan. Her tits should have been sore and bruised, and while there was more than enough visible evidence attesting their abuse over the past day, she didn’t complain at all while he played with her tits.
Maybe it was a bit childish to be doing it this way, but they both enjoyed each other. Petranella kept her hand busy on his cock while he suckled. It seemed the perfect symbiotic relationship. As he got harder, her hand went faster and he sucked with more intensity. It might have just been his imagination, but he was certain he was getting more than just sexual pleasure from her tits.
He held back as long as he could, but eventually it was too much. His cock stiffened under her assault and abruptly sprayed its load of cum. It arced through the air, eventually splashing against her side and dripping back down to his belly. During the pleasurable ordeal he never stopped sucking on her nipple.
After groaning with satisfaction, Ben brushed her hand away from his cock—it was far too sensitive for more stimulation—and asked her, “What’s gotten into you lately, Ella?”
She shivered once and slumped on to the bed next to her husband, casually wiping her hand off on his chest. “I don’t know. For the past day…I’ve just wanted sex all the time.”
“I’m okay with that,” he half-laughed.
“But am I?” she asked. “I mean…I’ve never cheated on you before. I never wanted to cheat on your before. And yesterday…”
He turned his head and kissed her cheek. “Hon, I’m okay with it. Really I am. It’s kinda hot that you attract the attention of others.” He tried to control himself, but it was impossible to stop from grinning. “I’m especially happy you’re attracting the attention of women as well.”
“Ugh. Don’t be that guy.”
“What can I say. It sounds like a hot show.”
“Don’t get your hopes up,” she said as she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
Ben gave her a minute and then joined her once he heard the shower running. She hadn’t yet gotten under the water; she was inspecting herself in the large mirror over the sink. Her hands were cupped under her breasts, lifting them up slightly and checking their size and bounce.
“I thought you were showering,” he said. He had left his pajama bottoms on the bed and was ready to wash off the cum sticking to his skin.
“I think they’re bigger,” she said, turning to the side, continuing her inspection.
“They’re perfect,” he said from under the water. It was deliciously hot.
“I think they’re growing,” she muttered to herself before joining him.
After showering, dressing, and eating breakfast they prepared to go their separate ways to work.
“I’m sorry about yesterday. I promise I won’t fuck anyone else today.”
“You promise,” he asked with a wry smile.
“I promise,” she said with a broad smile that immediately collapsed. Sorrow and regret passed over her face and she shook her head. “No, no I don’t. I don’t mean it. I already know if the right person comes on to me, I’m going to fuck him. Or her.”
Ben was taken aback. Even after their conversation about the direction of their sex life and her needs, he was surprised at her honesty—and her weakness. “It’s not like I’m advocating for an open marriage or anything like that, but you and I are both human.”
Her eyes narrowed and she playfully asked, “Are you fucking some girl on the side? You aren’t going to use this to excuse your own infidelities?”
A deep sigh let her know she was on the wrong track. “I wish, hon. I wish.”
She patted him on the butt. “Some guy then.”
“Ha. Funny. No.”
“Too bad. I’d pay good money to watch you with another guy.”
“Not going to happen.”
“I’d pay good money to fuck another guy with you,” she amended.
Ben paused and ruefully shook his head. “Play your cards right and that might happen.”
At work Petranella reviewed records of what she had been working on two days pervious when she had spilled onto her arm. It was a project for another tech, but the notes didn’t tell her much other than what she had been working on wasn’t dangerous.
“Ron, what was it that you had me working on?”
“When you had the accident?”
“Yeah.”
He leaned against the low back of the stool he was seated on. “Nothing dangerous. A hormone and enzyme study. Did you have a back reaction to it?
She automatically pulled back her sleeve to display the red mark that had faded to pink. “Just this,” she said. It was a half lie. Her behavior had changed but how could she link the two events. And her sexual behavior had changed as well, that was the hard thing to put into words.
Ron glanced at the mark. “Do you want to see a doc about it? It’s within the lab’s contract for you to get whatever treatment you want.”
“No. I was just curious.”
“Let me know if you have any other problems or symptoms.”
Petranella wasn’t particularly worried, but she knew her body was desiring sex more than ever. After her encounter with Jonas in the bathroo
m, it didn’t seem a good idea to try that again with anyone, so instead she went to the locker room used by some of the female staff. Most tech tended to wear lab coats over street clothes, but some would wear scrubs when working with dangerous substances. It wasn’t much of a locker room, but it had showers, bathroom stalls, and large lockers open to anyone. There was some privacy there. She stepped into the bathroom area to look at herself in the large mirror above the sinks. Someone else was in the locker room. There was a shower running. If she hurried, she could take care of business and be done with it.
Working quickly, Petranella hung up her lab coat, pulled off her shirt, which she realized now was tight enough to show off the outlines of her tits without being overtly sexual, and unhooked her bra. The marks that Jonas had left behind were fading, but still visible. Her nipples stood up proudly and in the cool air contracted, making her look sexually excited.
If forced to admit it, she was sexually excited.
After a long, thorough inspection where she turned this way and that and hefted her tits in her hands, she made the decision that her boobs were definitely bigger than she remembered. Maybe they were just larger because of where she was in her cycle, or maybe because of all the attention she had demanded showered upon them over the past two days they were slightly swollen. Either way, it wasn’t much of a change. She still fit easily into her bra.
“Sorry, didn’t see you there.”
The words startled Petranella and she tried not to jump or shriek like a little girl. She hastily covered her breasts with her hands and then dropped them to her sides, thinking that hiding her tits made her look guilty, as if she were doing something wrong.
It was Marty. She was combing back her wet long brown hair. The intern was wearing only a towel, a towel that stayed in place wrapped around her body and tucked into her rather impressive cleavage for a young woman. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” Marty said at Petranella’s flustered reaction.
“I didn’t…I wasn’t expecting anyone to walk in.”
Marty nodded and looked at herself in the mirror as she worked the comb through her wet hair; the purple streaks were almost imperceptible amongst her dark brown base color. Petranella was somewhat jealous of the other woman. She had never been able to grow her dirty blonde hair beyond shoulder length. “I always shower after running during lunch. Usually this place is deserted.”
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