It's Not Cheating

by Mithras, Laran

  I wanted to cry. I was just getting started. "Nuts."

  "Maybe tomorrow?"

  "Yes, and you better not change your mind."

  He laughed. "Oh, I won't."

  ~ ~ ~

  Derek rammed his cock into my wet pussy. I really needed it. "So you got all worked up again today?"

  I laughed and panted. "Yeah."

  "Good."

  "No, it was torture."

  "Eh? Why?"

  "I wanted to kiss more. We ran out of time."

  "You have to make the best use of the time you have."

  I pumped my hips up to his and luxuriated in the feel of that deep ache getting treated. "Mmm, make love to me."

  "Did he notice your bra?"

  "That I wasn't wearing it? Uh, yeah."

  "Nice. How did that come about?"

  "He slid his fingers in. I figured boob play wasn't really sex and it's certainly not cheating, so I let him."

  "Some people might argue kissing is sex."

  I frowned up at him. "Those are strange people."

  He laughed, his cock flexing in me. "I don't know."

  "Kissing isn't sex."

  "Hmm."

  "Oh come on. How many girls did you kiss in high school and was that considered sex?"

  "No, of course not. That was just fun."

  "So how does it magically become sex when you graduate?"

  He shook his head. "It doesn't…"

  I held out my hands to the side. "Kissing is fun. That's all there is to it. And so are hugs."

  "Oh, I won't argue with you. I'm happy you're kissing him."

  I twitched, a spasm of lust ripping up my back. "Yeah, but we both know why."

  He panted, driving in a little harder. "No, really. I'm glad you're having fun." He leaned down and kissed me gently.

  My world did a lurch sideways and I gasped.

  He knew the signal. He thrust in and then ground his pubic bone against my clit.

  I saw stars and explosions of light. I cried out, bucking underneath him as he released the pressure on my clit. Perfect, hubby… I love you.

  CHAPTER 6

  Derek said, "Go without panties."

  I coughed. "I can't."

  "Why not?"

  "Because he removed my skirt yesterday. I was in my panties."

  "Holy son of a fuck what? You didn't tell me that."

  I blushed. "You didn't ask."

  He slapped his forehead. "What else did he do?"

  I turned. "See that mark?" I was pointing at my boob.

  He grunted.

  "Bite and suck."

  He shifted back and forth on his feet. "You sure you need to go to work? You just made me horny again."

  I laughed. "You're always horny."

  He chuckled that pervert-laugh.

  "Anyway, I can't go without panties."

  "Yeah, I guess not. He'd have a heart attack."

  I made a face. "Try to be serious."

  He made a face back. "When I am, you tell me to be serious."

  I turned back to the selections. "Slacks, maybe."

  "As long as he takes them off."

  I laughed. "Stop it."

  "Hey."

  I put a fist on hip and looked at him. "I'm not going without panties."

  "No, no. What about your bodysuit?"

  "What?"

  "That lingerie I bought you. Nice and silky. Acts as a bra and panties." He dug it out of the drawer and held it up.

  "It's awful skimpy."

  He coughed. "Like, uh, you were in your panties?"

  "Oh… yeah. Hmm." I took it from him. It was very smooth and silky, black with lace edges. "Yes, maybe this might be a lot more comfortable."

  He smiled. "See? I can help."

  I pecked his cheek. "Thank you."

  I chose a shorter skirt that was a little tighter. The other one had been comfortable but had twisted up.

  Derek kissed me extra-long before I left. He left me weak-kneed and wanting more.

  I fumed. Darn you. Now I have to wait half the day to get more from Ben.

  ~ ~ ~

  I was in Ben's bedroom, striping off my slacks.

  He grinned. "Save some time, huh?"

  I grimaced. "Lunch hour is too short."

  "You make it go by fast."

  Aw, that's sweet. I removed my blouse.

  He smiled even wider. "Wow, sexy."

  I blushed. "I thought it would be more comfortable."

  "Goes perfect with your hair."

  I looked down, trying to hide my embarrassment.

  He removed his shirt and slacks. His briefs were already bulging.

  I licked my lips, preparing for some heavy kissing and petting.

  He climbed over me, one hand running all over my silky bodysuit.

  I spread my legs out for him.

  "Gorgeous," he whispered.

  That made me feel special. "You like it?"

  "It's perfect." He settled slowly down on me, placing his bulge against my pussy.

  I closed my eyes and sighed.

  His mouth came down on mine, that now familiar manliness that so tortured me with fun. I could kiss him for weeks. Months.

  His motions against my crotch had me panting in his mouth.

  I reached down and pulled on his butt. I squeezed. Then I slid my hands under the band to get a proper feel of his very fine butt.

  He groaned and kissed deeper.

  You like that, do you? I reached further underneath and fully cupped his butt. I pulled hard. It felt so delicious in the bodysuit. The material was so thin it was almost like I was wearing nothing. I could feel his hard cock.

  He tilted his hips and I pulled. His bulge pressed against the material covering my pussy.

  I reached further down his briefs to get a better grip on his butt. I felt something hot against my pussy.

  He froze. "Oops." He was leaning up.

  I gasped.

  His cock was sticking straight up and out of his briefs. I had pushed them too far down in back and they had barely contained his bulge anyway.

  "Oh, I'm sorry."

  He chuckled. "That's okay." He was trying to stuff his throbbing erection back into them.

  I glanced at the clock. "Maybe just take them off. It doesn't look like you're going to get it back in."

  He grunted. "Probably not. Sorry."

  "Not your fault." I was beckoning with my hands.

  He slid them all the way off and Ben Branton stood there naked in front of me. He was beautiful. His cock was stunning. He climbed back over me and at first I tried to close my legs. Dummy, you're wearing the bodysuit. There's no penetration, I told myself firmly. I opened my legs wide.

  He settled back down onto me, a feverish look on his face.

  I sighed contentedly. I could really feel his cock now. His erection was hot and hard against my pussy. I could feel the heat of it directly on my pussy lips. It was heavenly. I found myself moving my hips, rubbing my pussy on it.

  He kissed me. His hips thrust with mine, sliding his shaft back and forth along my opening and clit. The only obstacle was the thin material of the bodysuit.

  I began panting.

  He moved down a little and lowered the top of the suit. His tongue lashed my breasts and I arched my back, my hips grinding even more energetically. My clit rubbed hard on his shaft and it felt so good. I was moaning.

  He shifted around a little and I felt him grab my legs. He put them up onto his shoulders and gently squeezed my thighs shut around his cock. Then he began sliding it back and forth.

  Lights flashed and the room spun. My pussy felt it all. I started groaning loudly, my body quivering as his cock slid back and forth. My hips began bucking, shoving my pussy along his cock. I felt it all. I felt the head, the shaft and his balls along my opening, rubbing and moving.

  He kissed me frantically and I moaned in the kiss so loud I thought his neighbors might hear. My pussy was on fire.

  Sud

denly, he leaned up. His eyes were wide.

  Spurts of scalding wetness spattered my chin and then down my body. I opened my mouth in shock and looked down. His cock was erupting like some angry volcano. "Oh my god."

  He was panting. "Sorry." He was trying to get my legs off his shoulders so he could pull his spurting cock from between my legs. He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut. Another burst shot forth, right at my face.

  I squealed and turned my head.

  Scalding sperm scorched my cheek and landed in my hair.

  He was trying to say he was sorry. "I'll get a rag. I'm sorry."

  I held out my hands, looking down at the mess on my bodysuit. Cum dripped off my chin in a tickle of movement. "Agh."

  He was back with a wet rag. "I'm so sorry."

  I started laughing.

  He was pawing at me, trying to get his cum off.

  I grabbed the rag and wiped my face. "Um, oops?"

  He laughed nervously. "Sorry."

  I giggled harder. "It's all right."

  "Really, I'm sorry."

  "It's all right." As the shock receded I began to feel something different. I felt energized with satisfaction. I had made a man cum just by moving a little. It was a new feeling, something similar to what I felt when I married the love of my life. It was the satisfaction of success, but on a different level.

  Whereas I had won my husband and claimed him, I had now won an intimacy with a friend and claimed it. What had happened was something we shared.

  I handed back the rag.

  He came back out of the bathroom after depositing it in the hamper. "Um… do you want to go?"

  "What?" I looked at the clock. "We've got another fifteen minutes. Get over here." I held out my hands.

  He broke into a very relieved grin and climbed on the bed. He laid at my side and we kissed. His hand drifted down to my breasts and toyed with them: I had not adjusted the bodysuit to cover them back up.

  I moaned happily, kissing this delicious man that had cum all over me. It had been an accident and no penetration had been involved. But it sure had been fun. My hand felt his cock brush against it.

  I reflexively twisted my hand and gripped it.

  His eyes opened wide, then he smiled.

  I instantly realized I had gripped it. "Oh, sorry." I let go.

  "No, that's okay. I liked it."

  "Oh. Are you sure?"

  "Yes."

  I moved my hand back and gently took it. It was warm and soft – having already cum. But it remained thick and long. I gave it some gentle strokes with my hand, savoring the feel of his silky skin.

  He chuckled into my ear and stuck his tongue in.

  Shivers ran up my spine. Then I felt his hand leave my breasts. I pouted; it had felt good. But I began breathing heavy as his hand slid down my bodysuit and I felt his fingers slide over my clit. I opened my mouth in a gasp. His fingers pressed lightly at my crotch, his fingers pushing the material against my hole.

  I shook, feeling the wonderful sensation of pressure promising even more fun at my pussy. I widened my legs and thrust my hips up. My hand moved more on his cock.

  He whispered to me, "May I do something for you?"

  I was panting. "What?"

  "May I lick you and make you finish?"

  My mind raced. Was that cheating? No. If it wasn't cheating that I made him finish, even if by accident, then making me finish wouldn't be cheating, either. I groaned with desire. "Okay, but no penetration."

  He moved down immediately.

  I felt the need for speed, too. Time was running out.

  He pulled the material of my bodysuit aside and I felt his mouth cover my pussy.

  I moaned desperately as I felt his tongue began to lick. My clit vibrated with urgency, sending all the right signals through my body. I quivered, tensing.

  He stopped. "Do fingers count as penetration?"

  That was a dilemma. I tried to breathe deeply to think about it. Technically, it was penetration, but it wasn't intercourse penetration. As long as his penis didn't penetrate, I would still be in the clear. I felt it was right. All the movies had shown that it was the actual sex – fucking – that was cheating. Anything else was fine. "No, go ahead. Hurry."

  I moaned loud and long as I felt his fingers slide into my pussy. His tongue flicked and licked. I bucked my hips, crying out with pitiful whimpers as my sexual tension tightened dramatically within me. I felt as if I was a guitar string pulled over-taut. Just a single thrum was all it needed.

  He shoved more fingers in and the bed lurched as I convulsed. Walls of pleasure collided within me, rocking me back and forth with shock and release. I gripped his head and pulled. My legs turned to jelly and quivered out of control. I cried out, on the verge of tears as the walls crashed and tumbled.

  One tear escaped, and slid down my face in a wet trail. I panted, mouth wide open, my chest heaving with my gasps. The explosions within me were replaced by thrumming vibrations that sent satisfying pulses tingling along my limbs. I went limp and took in air.

  "Are you all right?" He sounded concerned.

  I let out a laugh I couldn't control - just a single burst. Then another. Then I was laughing, shaking the bed. "Yes…"

  He climbed up next to me. He rested on his side and traced my face with a finger.

  I felt the smile splitting my face. "Wow, thank you."

  He chuckled. "Thought I had hurt you."

  "No. No, that was great."

  He glanced at the clock.

  I pouted.

  CHAPTER 7

  I held onto the bars of the bedframe behind my head as my husband drove his cock into me. I had told him about lunch hour. He had become a raving lust-machine.

  He was all over me, licking, fingering, asking questions. When I told him about the mutual orgasms, he had lost all control.

  Derek was panting, half grunting, half mumbling gibberish. "Oh, fuck yes. Licked. Cum all over the place. Fuck!"

  The entire bed was moving back and forth. My pussy took his thick shaft with delight, and I gasped and tossed my head with pleasure. "More, give me more."

  He strained above me, looking down at me in wonder. His cock was a sliding piston of love and lust and it was sharing all of it with my pussy. It felt so completely right.

  ~ ~ ~

  I drove to work without the bodysuit. It needed to be washed. Instead, I wore a skirt and panties. I continued to leave the bra off, though I only wore a blouse this time. It was a warm day.

  Flush with satisfaction from the previous day, I looked forward to getting the most out of our thirty-five minutes or so.

  Would Ben even want to? Or had yesterday been the final straw for him? Would he reject me now? He was done, having shot his load? Move on to another woman?

  My husband had made me feel a lot better. He had readily agreed that fingering and licking was not cheating. I had felt that it wasn't cheating, but I felt better when he confirmed it.

  My fears were washed away when I entered the office.

  Ben winked at me with a sly smile.

  That told me all I needed to know. I went through the morning humming to myself and listening to Hotty-Totty Tina's plaintive pleadings to Evelyn not to write her up.

  I shook my head at Ben at the water cooler. "She's just making it worse."

  Ben nodded. "Evelyn digs on that, like a vampire after virgin blood."

  We could hear her cruel voice promising with glee the marks on Tina's record.

  He glanced at the clock. "Were you still wanting…?"

  I coughed and dropped my mouth open. "Are you kidding? Yes." I dropped my gaze down to his pants and then slowly back up.

  He ran a hand through his hair and looked desperately at the clock.

  I giggled.

  He said, "Twenty-five minutes to lunch. I'm going to crawl out of my skin."

  I said, "I suppose I could jump you in the file room."

  He pouted.

  I laughed harder.