She giggled. “The whole world thinks this is exactly what’s happening,” she said. “So we might as well get the full benefits, right?”
She groaned and gasped as he sucked on her, but then he was standing up—and there was his enormous great cock, stiff and perpendicular.
“When you gonna tell him?” he growled.
“When I’m ready.”
The man finished pushing his pants down, and lined up behind my wife, stroking the tip of his huge prick between her cheeks. Hayley sighed.
I felt as though my insides were on fire, my heart thumping in my chest. There was this strange pressure in the air, and related to the rapidly diminishing chances of me being able to stop this act.
My wife had done some scandalous things with Aaron Simpson already, but the most scandalous parts of all had been faked for the camera. At this moment, she and I really were going through a major change to our lives—a transformation that could not be undone, and which we were not fully sure what kind of conclusion it would lead to.
Hayley, my beautiful Hayley, gasped, and turned to look back at him—flicking glance in my direction—as he turned her into an adulteress with one little thrust of his hips. His huge cock slipped inside her, splitting her cheeks, stretching her pussy, and making her moan as she felt its immense presence filling her completely.
He held her hips and began slowly thrusting into her, surging forward then withdrawing, plunging that thing into her depths, then pulling it out almost completely.
He’d wanted her for so long, and now she was finally giving herself to him, he was taking his fill as soon as he could.
“Oh God….” she moaned as he fucked her, his body making slapping sounds as he pounded against her. “Oh yeah…Oh God it feels so good….”
As I watched, horrified and yet thrilled like never before, I could smell my wife’s arousal, smell that thick, musty odor of sex. It was intense, intoxicating.
“Fuck, it’s so big…” she groaned as he slammed into her, making the kind of noises I’d never ever heard her make.
I wondered if he was going to come inside her—to mark her quickly as his, now that he could. But Aaron pulled away, stepped back, clearly wanting to avoid a premature end. Hayley turned and knelt in front of him, taking that enormous thing in her hands—and then in her mouth.
I saw her very subtly turn him, and brush her hair out of her face, so that she might give the perfect view to her husband behind the shower curtain as she curled her tongue around his huge shaft, licking him from base to tip, and took him back inside her mouth.
Aaron held her head firmly and took control of the rhythm of his cock moving inside her mouth. He fucked her face, he pulled out and stroked his tip all over her cheeks before sinking it back as deep in his throat as she would allow.
She’d never gone that deep on me, I was sure of it, and Aaron was significantly larger than I was. It was as though this whole situation lent her increased powers, enhanced confidence, the need to go further than she had before.
But she didn’t suck on him until he came. She stood and led him out of the bathroom. I heard the creak out in the bedroom as she lay back on the mattress for him. I felt the need for escape, and knowing Hayley as well as I did, I couldn’t believe she wouldn’t try to get Aaron in a position where I could get out of that bathtub and make it to somewhere safer. I eased myself out of the large white tub, my muscles aching from being cooped up in one position for so long.
Slowly, I edged close to the doorway, peeking out.
Aaron had his face buried in Hayley’s pussy as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. I couldn’t help but envy him, though I was elated this was happening. I registered a movement that didn’t seem to quite gel with what was happening—Hayley’s hand, signaling, just out of Aaron’s view, for me to get out of there.
I did as she suggested, slipping out of the bathroom and then round past Aaron himself, so close I could smell his perspiration and cologne. Then I crept out of the bedroom, preferring the safety of the rest of the suite rather than the risk of trying to get around the rest of the bed and get to the curtains.
I could hide in the lounge adequately enough and keep out of Aaron’s sight as I watched through the open bedroom door. He fucked her with his fingers as he sucked on her clit, and took her to an ear-splitting climax before moving up beside her, to slide that great beast back inside her.
I didn’t always get the best view, but there were enough moments where I saw everything, where I saw her pink juicy pussy stretched around his swollen manhood, when I saw his muscles flexing as he piled that great thing into her, when I saw the base of his shaft glistening with my wife’s come.
But the simple fact was I didn’t need the perfect view. Just as much of a thrill were the sounds she made as she took him inside her—the sighs, the moans, the gasps, the liquid noises of his cock sinking deep inside her, stretching her, filling her with something new.
Just as much of a thrill was the look on her face as he fucked her—the strain on her features of feeling every sensitive part of her body played at once, the way she opened her mouth wide to gasp for air as he pounded into her, that surprised and elated expression at feeling herself so challenged by the sheer size of what he was putting inside her.
I didn’t care that I obviously didn’t stack up to this titan, this leviathan. It just didn’t matter. I had given her this experience. And I could give her similar experiences in the future, even if it was not me directly pleasuring her. It made me feel powerful, even detached as I was from her bliss.
I watched her move to suck on him a little more, and then she was riding him, moving him such that she was facing me as she rode him, and he was not, so she could gaze into my eyes as she fucked another man—something that almost made me lose it.
She mouthed the words: “I love you” as she fucked him like that, and as I smiled, and mouthed them in return. She broke into the brightest smile I think I’ve ever seen.
He wrestled her over onto her back before the final onslaught, as I watched him lay between her legs and clench his whole body every time he pushed inside her, both of them moaning and writhing and gasping and shaking as Aaron’s own end approached.
And here I was, standing there virtually out in the open, able to move forward into the bedroom itself to watch from so close as this statuesque man claimed my beloved, exquisite wife—holding her and driving into her, almost smothering her with his powerful body, and finally crying out as he shuddered and trembled and pumped his come deep inside her, triggering her own orgasm in the process.
“Oh yes…come inside me…come inside me…come in me….”
I didn’t hang around as it all subsided. I was shaking, feeling torn from slipping out of the hotel suite, leaving my wife to her new lover, but euphoric from what I’d seen.
My wife’s infidelity was like a world-class high for me.
Chapter Eighteen
I sat in an armchair watching TV, hardly believing what had just happened. I felt such a bizarre mix of emotions—sexual desire, jealousy, joy, fear. I felt content at witnessing the hottest thing I think I’d ever seen in my life—and also regret at leaving my wife up there, with another man. What if she thought I was walking away from her? What if she was afraid I no longer wanted her—and my vacating that room confirmed it in her mind.
Sitting there in just a dark pair of pants, my shirt and socks cast off, I had made the assumption that that was it for me for the night. I was going to have to cope with knowing that my beautiful wife was upstairs in bed with another man. It would be the usual state of affairs going forward, though it seemed shocking to me still.
I flipped through the TV channels and flinched as I came upon a show featuring a very recognizable face—Hayley herself. She was being interviewed, and there was a backdrop behind her featuring a banner promoting the movie. It was strange seeing her there, on TV. It felt as though the world was so small. I’d just seen her having sex with another man.
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“…do you have any regrets? What happened with your husband?” the interviewer was asking her.
Hayley was bravely facing the camera, and looked as though she’d been expecting this kind of question to come up.
She said, “David and I are still very good friends. We both realized our lives were taking very different directions. I still love him more than anyone—”
I looked up at the sound of my room door shutting. And there was Hayley, standing right there in my room, in the flesh. Gazing at her husband, her hair mussed and her makeup smeared, suggesting wicked things that her eyes confirmed.
“She’s right, you know,” she said, referring to her televisual self.
“I know,” I said calmly.
She looked incredible, would have looked pretty special anyway, but now she had that edge to her, the little je ne sais quoi that could only come from the fact that she had just done something very, very wicked.
This vixen had just fucked another man.
She was flushed from bedding her co-star, and it seemed to me that her hard nipples proclaimed her hopes that now that it had actually happened, the idea of her infidelity still turned me on.
I looked at her, impassively at first, but then my mouth turned upwards in a mischievous smile.
“You did it,” I said quietly.
“I did,” she said. “You still love me?”
“More than ever.”
I pulled myself up from the couch to approach her, and before I reached her she’d slipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders, allowing the garment to drop to the floor.
She wasn’t wearing a thing underneath.
On the TV, the interviewer was still grilling the pre-recorded Hayley. “Do you think you were wrong to get married so young?”
I found myself wincing at such a personal question, for the sake of promoting a movie.
But on screen, pre-recorded Hayley shrugged it off. “Not at all,” she said. “I was in love with him—and I’m still in love with him. I don’t think that will ever change. We just both realized…where I am now in my career…we’re just in different places….”
But here in my hotel room, I could see her pussy, her pussy lips looking red and wet and puffy. Used by another man. I was rock hard by the time I had her in my arms, kissing her sweet mouth, my hand slipping gently behind her head to pull her into me, to reclaim her.
It was so strange, the strong sense familiarity I had, coupled with the slight hint that she was no longer quite the Hayley I had known.
She was someone else’s girl now, at least for the duration of this adventure.
Hard to quite put a finger on what it was that was different about her, though certainly there was something unfamiliar in her scent, from her own new fragrance selected especially for another man, but also the lingering smell that could only be the after effects of another man taking her.
Hayley smelled of sex. And it wasn’t sex with me.
She was ignoring the TV by now. I was just impressed at how good she was under interrogation.
“Was he angry at you? That you’re seeing Aaron now?”
“It is what it is. He understands that. We still love each other, but—”
“But now you love Aaron Simpson, right?”
“Aaron’s very special.”
Hayley turned the television off.
“I need a shower,” she breathed as my hands slipped down to cup her breasts.
“No,” I said. “You’re mine now.”
My hands dropped over the smooth velvet of her stomach, delving down into the vale of her womanhood, and Hayley looked up at me with uncertainty and warning in her eyes.
“I should freshen up,” she pleaded, but I shook my head.
My hand covering her mound, my middle finger traced along her hot slit, feeling out how unbelievably wet she was. Soaking, from a night of serious physical exertion in the arms of another man.
She moaned as my digit sank inside her, feeling her tightness, and she kissed me as I stroked her inner walls, amazed that I wasn’t the first man to touch her there that night.
Someone else’s cock had been here. Someone else had come inside her.
I could not fully understand why it so turned me on, but it did. It drove me wild. It sent an electric current through me, stirring up my manhood, my aggression.
This was new: I’d never been an angry lover, never been an aggressive lover, never been a dominant man. Now, though, I sucked on her mouth and fucked my wife with my finger, forcefully, making her moan and writhe against me as I did so. She didn’t object.
I felt such a hunger for her, I felt the need to punish her for her infidelity and yet reward her for her boldness, for unbridling her sexuality, for being so damn sexy.
Her hand grabbed me, urging me to continue, though I now wanted more. For a moment, I allowed her to masturbate using my finger, though I turned her so that I could hold her from behind, reaching around to penetrate her more easily, and nudge her clit to drawn out long groans of ecstasy.
But I felt adamantly that she was mine now, that I had to take possession of her, I had to do as I pleased with her, not as she pleased.
I knelt down on the floor.
“Tell me how it was for you,” I said, gazing up at the red rosy lips of her wet sex, shocked and brutally aroused by the sheen of moisture over the smooth skin all around the open petals of her flower.
Her scent was powerful and intoxicating.
She was hesitant as I kissed my way up her thigh, clearly concerned about letting me close to her sex. But I looked up at her and the stern look I gave her made it clear that I was taking my fill of her as I wanted to, she did not get a say.
That seemed to help her relax. She even offered me a sweet smile, one that suggested she was happy I had become possessive all of a sudden, pleased that I wanted her so much I was going to take the lead.
She lifted her leg as I kissed my way along to the swollen lips of her beautiful pussy, resting her foot on the chair beside the front door.
So stunning, I felt like I’d never really looked at her pussy before, not properly. And here it was, stretched, filled, used by another man. Freshly fucked.
“Tell me,” I insisted. “Tell me everything.”
She gasped as my hot mouth touched down on her pussy, my nose crushing against her clit, my tongue slipping out of my lips to taste her tangy nectar.
She didn’t stop me, her hand on my head encouraging me, not pushing me away. I loved how she gasped, panted as I devoured her, but I needed her to open up, to reveal everything that had happened to her. So I slowed my pace, broke from her, lapped gently and nudged my nose and lips against her, sucking on her lips rather than furiously feasting on her gloriously adulterous pussy.
There was time for more later.
“Okay. So what about the premiere?” I asked. I urged her down, so she could kneel on the floor. I got between her thighs, sampling her sweet pussy again. She could rest her weight on me as I licked her, relaxing a little more, so she could talk freely.
“It was amazing—so much light and so many people. There were people everywhere, and they all wanted to see me with Aaron,” she said, starting a little nervously, her voice a little croaky.
She cleared her throat.
“And all night, we were just holding each other, and kissing each other, and it was really nice.”
It was so sexy looking up at her from between her thighs. All those curves, the gentle peaks of her breasts and those prominent nipples as hard as I’d ever seen them.
“Then there were all the parties, and I guess around midnight we had some food somewhere—it’s a bit of a blur, really. I guess I had quite a bit of tequila...and yeah, there was a lot of dancing, holding each other close....”
“You were out all night,” I said with my mouth full. “I thought you’d be all finished and asleep by the time I got in from the airport.”
“We just didn’t want it to end,” she g
rinned. “The whole thing just gave us this massive buzz—kept us going all night.”
Supporting herself with her hands on my chest, leaning back to do so, Hayley was nevertheless able to peer down at me, watching me lap at her slippery lips, fascinated by this strange new hunger in her husband.
I wanted to hear about her great experience, even if it seemed anathema to how a husband should act over my wife’s infidelity.
As though to assert my contentedness, I gripped her behind firmly, pulled her down on me.
“I guess it was when we were dancing I start getting a little more…forward,” she said.
“What happened?”
She moaned, and I loved that she was moving her hips gently over me, getting into this. “I guess we were both a little tipsy. He was telling me how nice I looked....”
“I bet he was.” I moaned a little at the way she was fucking my mouth, carefully but increasingly forcefully, her fingers affectionately running through my hair, stroking me, loving my attention as she began to get accustomed to this strange position sitting over her husband’s face.
“…and how wild I’ve been driving him by playing hard-to-get, you know, wanting this whole affair to be fake….”
“And did anything happen before you got back to the hotel room?”
She edged back from my mouth, looking down into my eyes to try to gauge my feelings about all this, to ascertain whether I was, in fact, capable of hearing more about this wicked thing she had done.
I was more than ready, but she slipped down my body to straddle my hips, lusting after my hardness, wanting to feel it between her legs, as the ultimate confirmation that this was turning me on.
She said, “We were pressing against each other while we danced—and I could feel him so hard against me. He wanted to go somewhere, just for a little while, but I told him not until we got back to the hotel. I think he took that as a promise, it kept him going all night.”
I laughed, but then let out a deep groan as Hayley settled down on top of my cock, so that I wasn’t inside her, but my full length lined up along her wet slit, and she could rock her hips to slide up and down, her wet lips pressing her heat against the topside of my shaft.
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