Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories

by Hill, Belinda

  It wasn't long before one of the ladies, a tall slender woman in her early 30's, walked over to our table and asked Mike to dance. Mike offered that his wooden leg didn't perform too well on the dance floor...a ruse which didn't last long as the lady took the no-nonsense approach of alternatively squeezing both of his legs as he sat there. We all had a good laugh over that and after some quick introductions he invited Carol to join us for a drink. "Just a minute," she said and vanished onto the dance floor only to return seconds later with her friend Cathy in tow.

  The four of us sat watching, talking and laughing for the next couple of hours. The girls were interested in finding out about these two Canadian transplants and we were grateful for some companionship. As time went by Mike and Carol shifted their chairs closer to one another and Carol began getting "touchy feely" as she chatted and exchanged stories.

  It turns out Carol had married young; it didn't turn out well and between work and raising a child had gone a few years without sex. Cathy and I meanwhile had been more or less politely chatting when Cathy leaned over and told me this bit of news in my ear.

  Cathy was in her late 20's, brunette with glasses. She had the most tempting lips I had ever set eyes on, full, soft, beautifully shaped...I wondered what it would be like to kiss them. She was about 5'2" and was built very solid...not fat...not skinny...a bit of an hour glass shape and a sweater on, which nicely showed her cleavage.

  Across the table Mike had the "full court press" going on. His hand around Carol's shoulders, whispering in her ear, nudging, suggesting, trying to entice her back to the Best Western. Cathy noticed as well...who wouldn't? It was getting late and Carol looked over at Cathy with a "what should I do?" look on her face. Cathy didn't mince her words. "Girl...if you don't use that thing it's going to dry up and close!" Well...no need to decipher that advice.

  Carol made one last attempt at avoidance. "I can't...I drove and Cathy has no way to get home."

  "Not a problem," I said. "If you don't mind," I said to Cathy, "I can drop you off."

  With that, the arrangements were made, Carol would follow Mike back to the motel in her car and I would drive Cathy to the other side of town, back to her place.

  As we were getting up from the table to leave Carol said, "Nice to meet you," to which I returned the compliment and said to Cathy, "And you too, I had a great time tonight." With that...and to this day I'm not exactly sure why, but I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Just a peck...I wasn't really looking for anything more, it was Mike and Carol who were headed for the sack.

  Cathy and I headed out to my rented Cougar and got in. I had only just said, "OK, where to?" when Cathy leaned over and kissed me passionately. She said, "If I had to wait any longer in there I was going to slip under the table and suck your cock right there."

  Needless to say I was blown away by this! I hadn't been trying to seduce her and up until this point of the evening...didn't get any signals from her that she was so hot to trot. Blindness or stupidity on my part I guess...but with those lips next to mine and while she stroked the front of my jeans...I really didn't care.

  We necked in the dark parking lot for another 10 to 15 minutes, both getting hotter by the moment. My cock was long since erect and straining for its freedom. With a hand up her sweater I could tell that she had a fantastic set of tits, not too big, but incredibly firm. By this time neither one of us could wait to strip naked.

  "So...where to?" I said.

  "If we don't go back to your room now I'm going to do you right here," she said in between kisses.

  This was crazy I thought as I fumbled with my room key as Cathy stroked my back in the hallway. Sometimes I guess life just deals us up some little unexpected pleasures...this was certainly one of those times.

  Into the darkened room we went without even turning on the lights. Between the two queen sized beds we stood, kissing, groping, grinding against one another. While our lips were still locked together and our tongues probing each other's mouths Cathy reached down, unbuttoned my pants, slid down the zipper and cupped both hands between my hips and jeans to slide them and my boxers down towards my ankles. As the pants dropped, so did Cathy, telling me, "You just stand right there."

  Now on her knees Cathy plunged my swollen cock into her mouth. There were no preliminaries, she wanted that cock in her mouth and took what she wanted. As she sucked and licked it she moaned almost hummed; it seemed as if she was a starved person being fed a meal for the first time in days. She devoured every inch of my cock in her mouth, forcing her head down until her chin was pressing hard against my balls. This was a totally new experience for me. My wife never gave head with such abandon or skilled technique.

  I couldn't take this much longer or I was going to pop in her mouth after about one minute. I reached down and put my hands under both her arms, pulling her up to a standing position and thrusting my tongue back into her mouth. At the same time I frantically grabbed at the base of her sweater and pulled it up and over her head, then tossing it onto the floor. We both grabbed for her bra clasp at the same time, still kissing. Before the bra hit the floor my hands were already exploring those beautiful tits of hers. I could not believe how firm and round they were, much larger and quite a different shape from my wife's.

  I kissed my way down her neck and quickly latched my lips around a hard nipple. Now I was the starving man feasting with abandon. Her warm soft skin against my face, the slight smell of her perfume, the feel of her left breast cupped in my hand as I madly sucked on her other nipple...my head was simply spinning.

  "Sit down," she said as she pushed me back towards the bed. "I'm not finished with you yet."

  With that I sat close to the edge of the bed, my cock standing straight and laying flat against my belly. I might not have the largest cock in the world....about 7 inches, but there is none that gets harder. Cathy again kneeled between my legs and engulfed my dick once more. This time she fondled my balls as she pumped her head up and down. As she fondled she straightened out her index finger and began to stroke the sensitive area between the base of my balls and my asshole. It was an incredible feeling.

  Now she turned her full attention to my cock itself, using both hands to stroke it as she worked it in and out of her mouth. And then again something new for me...as she stroked up and down she twisted both hands around my cock, which was slick from the mixture of saliva and pre-cum. My cock felt so hard I thought it would break. I leaned forward and kissed her, running my tongue in and out of her mouth, holding her head in both my hands as both of her hands continued to twist and pump on my shaft.

  I reached underneath her arms and pulled her up to a standing position, then stood up myself and turned her around to direct her onto the bed. I with my shirt still on and her with her jeans still on. "Wait here," she said and with a kiss started to head for the bathroom. "I'll be right back...and I'm still not through with you yet."

  Was it time to pinch myself yet? Here I stood in a dark motel room far from home, a strange woman in my bathroom and my cock pointing to the ceiling. I stripped off my shirt and socks, pulled back the sheets and lay down on my back on the bed closest to the bathroom. It was late. I don't know if that buzz in my head was fatigue or shock or pleasure overload. I was so hot, so horny, my cock bobbed slightly with each throb of my heart as I lie there. I reached down and put two fingers just under the head of my cock, which was still slick from her mouth. There is that ever so sensitive spot just below the little "V" in the circumcised head of the penis...and I ran my fingers in little circles right there, pressing hard as I rubbed, waiting for Cathy to come back into bed.

  My heart was pounding as I heard the latch on the bathroom door and a momentary beam of light enter the room as the door opened, only to be extinguished by Cathy as she came back into the room. I sat up to greet her, having....oh so modestly...taken my right hand away from my cock lest she catch me masturbating. Little did I know how much she would enjoy watching that in later encounters.


  As she came into bed I rolled her onto her back and began kissing my way down her neck and torso. I love to eat pussy and wanted to give her as much pleasure with my tongue and fingers as she had given me with hers. I worked my tongue down the soft crease between her legs and torso, periodically kissing as I went. My hands found those beautiful mounds of flesh and nipples, kneading them as I licked closer to her pussy. She was dripping wet, her pussy slick and glistening in the shallow light that came through the curtains. I teased her with my tongue, very gently licking up and down between the folds of her cunt. Kissing her protruding clit when I reached the top. Cathy moaned and squirmed on the bed...mmmm....I love to tease and "torture" a woman like this.

  "Oh fuck," she moaned as she took both hands and yanked my head into against her wet cunt. I buried my tongue as deep as I could and began to tongue fuck her, each stroke having to overcome the resistance of her hands grasping at the back of my head, urging me against her. As deep as my tongue would reach, the texture of her pussy was rougher right where it curved upwards around her pubic bone...ah...that was just the spot for her...and now was the time to concentrate on it. I pushed hard against it with my tongue, rubbing it, straining to keep as deep insider her as I could. My jaw and tongue were tiring...but I found new energy in her moans and writhing on the bed. "Ah...ah...ah...AH" Her increasingly vocal outbursts were music to my ears and I squeezed both her tits hard while I tongue fucked her pussy. She came in a convulsion, her hands and arms shoving my head against her so hard I thought I might suffocate.

  I began to kiss my way back up towards her face, faster this time then when I went down. I urgently wanted to put my still hard cock up inside of her and fuck her. I wanted to fuck her brains out, to pound my cock into her and feel my balls slap against her ass. There are times when you reach this state...I don't know if all guys do...but I do...that there is just no satisfying, no quenching the thirst my cock has for attention. Once past that initial urge to come it becomes an insatiable thing of its own...craving attention, able to be sucked and jacked and fucked and deliver unbelievable pleasure without cumming. Tonight...this was exactly the state it and I was in.

  There was no need for her to reach down and guide my cock into her...although I love when a woman does that. My cock was aimed straight at that warm and dripping wet pussy from the moment she spread her legs and I worked myself upwards to drive it in. I immediately began pumping, our bodies slapping together, both of us grunting and moaning like the animals in heat that we were. I grasped both of her hands and held them above her head as I fucked her. "I like it rough," she gasped in between her panting. I grabbed her wrists tightly, putting my body weight on them as I pumped. She might have been the aggressor to get me here, but now I was in control, she was mine for the taking and I relished the thought.

  Cathy had her mouth open, her eyes were closed tight, squinted together, her face contorted and as if in tremendous pain...but it was pure pleasure that put her in this state. Again she convulsed and came. "Oh fuck...FUCK...ah....oh fuck me!" she yelled. Her body began to shiver and her muscles tightened as her orgasm took over her body. I let go of her wrists and held her face in my hands, kissing her full lips. Now her hands moved down to my ass, grabbing it, holding it and pulling me inside of her, not to urge me on, but to try and slow my thrusts into her now ticklish pussy.

  I needed a breather too. We were both drenched in sweat and the hot Louisiana night was in full force...how was it we forgot to turn on the air conditioner when we came in? Cathy pushed against me and rolled me on to my back. She lay beside me and stroked my cock, which was wet from her pussy juices. "You gonna let this thing go, or what?" she said with a devilish look in her eye. With that she wasted no time in returning my cock into her mouth, sucking it hard, relentlessly stroking it and periodically grasping my balls, squeezing them as if to pump the cum out of them one way or another. This time, I there was no holding back for me, now it was my body that was convulsed, my face that was contorted and my moans and pleading filling the room. My stomach muscles contracted, I held her head with my hands and reached that moment when you know you can't stop, the moment when you know, you just know you are about to cum and nothing can stop it, that sweet, ultimate, few seconds before ejaculation, before it is about to all come to conclusion.

  My cock squirted the first bit of cum into Cathy's mouth. As if I was trying to hold back it was just a small squirt, but it was followed by a second, larger shot of semen, then a third, then a fourth. I suppose that I should detail how it came dripping out of the side of Cathy's mouth and onto my belly...but honestly...I didn't see a thing. My eyes were still tightly closed, every fiber of muscle in me seemed contracted, my breathing was...well not breathing at all, panting, gasping. What once was an insatiable cock needing attention was now too sensitive for touch. Cathy gently stroked my balls and released my cock from her mouth, it laid flat on my belly as she very delicately kissed and licked it.

  I was exhausted, we were both totally spent. Cathy curled up around me, her head on my chest, one arm and leg draped over me like a leopard on a tree branch. We fell asleep that way. A deep satisfying sleep. It was to be the first of a series of frequent encounters we would have during my stay in her town.

  Almost Dawn

  The nightclub throbbed all around me. My head was sore with noise and drink, and the ceaseless writhing of the dance floor was beginning to wear me out. I could see my mates away on the other side of the floor. Gary raised a bottle of lager in a cheery salute and I tipped him a wink. They were having a great time - as they would. As the only married man in the party, it was my role to act curmudgeonly about their boyish excesses and daft plans, and we all laughed about it. Even so, it was what - 2:30 in the morning? Unlike them, my long working days weren't followed by relaxation in front of the telly. My wife and I were renovating a house, parents of two young babies, short of cash and almost permanently tired. A trip out with The Boys was both a welcome break and a tiresome chore.

  Sick of the lurching about, I decided to either get some fresh air or find a relatively quiet corner to have a sit down for a while. Stumbling about the club, I noticed a bench behind some barrels that were there obviously as a kind of table, and slumped down gratefully. I could feel the sweat of my dance floor exertions pinning my shirt to my back. I closed my eyes and let my head loll back, keeping a leg tapping to the beat in case anyone though I was asleep.

  "Excuse me?" A muffled voice penetrated the darkness. For a second, I think I must have fallen asleep. I opened my eyes and looked to my left. A slender young woman in a white dress was bent over to talk to me.

  "Yes?" I said, cupping a hand to my ear.

  "Mind if I sit down?" she shouted. I gestured that this was fine, and she slid into the seat next to me. As drunk and as married as I was, I couldn't help but take in her long tanned legs as she crossed them. She crossed her arms under her tits and sagged forward so her chin rested on one of her palms. I got the strong impression that she was as tired and as fucked-off with this place as I was. A kindred spirit, in an odd sort of way.

  "I'm too old for this shit," I said, inanely, "I'm feeling your pain." She looked across at me from under her blonde fringe and smiled.

  "Yeah - I know what you mean. Young man's game, isn't it?" She said. I laughed.

  "Thing is, these kids today - begging your pardon - don't know what real music is. Back in my day, it was all Glenn Miller." She laughed back, relaxing a little from her tense posture.

  "Fuck off, " she smiled, "you're not that old. I bet you remember Elvis though." She motioned at my sideburns, a slightly ridiculous teenage affectation that had stayed with me into adulthood even though they say uneasily with my receding hairline. I chuckled.

  "Yeah - I used to get on my teddy boy gear on and go down the Mecca ballroom to see Bill Haley." She looked quizzically at me.

  "What the fuck is a Mecca ballroom? You really are old, aren't you?" She said it with a disarming smile. From some mouths, that wo
uld have come across as a slightly spiteful question - a don't-even-think-about-getting-into-my-knickers shot across the bow. As it was she delivered the line with a relaxing laugh.

  "Fuck me – is it that obvious? 32 years old... I remember the war, you know..." I started. I'm a terrible gobshite when I get going. "A young lady like you would have to coloured her legs in with gravy browning and drawn a seam on the back cos you couldn't get stockings back then. You don't know you're born." She laughed again and leaned in so I could hear.

  "I don't get stockings now!" she said, indicating her bare legs. I quickly looked down before feeling like a bit of a letch and looking back to her face. "It's alright," she said, smiling again, "they're only legs. I can hardly complain if someone's looking at them seeing how I'm dressed." She pointed at herself and I had a quick scan up and down. Pure white and silky. Low cut at the top with thin shoulder straps. Actually not that short on the legs, coming a few inches above her knee. I felt a bit silly. Clearly this girl was bold and confident, but she certainly wasn't coming on to me. For some reason I felt desperately keen to not look like I was coming on to her.