“Is this really…?” Renee whispered, but Julian shushed her.
They heard Daryl say on the video, “Here it goes…”
And then the man’s big cock slid effortlessly into Kat, between the sweet lips of her pussy, and straight in, all the way. She was so wet that he just entered her and kept going, filling her up with his full length, only stopping when he was fully penetrating her.
“Oh my God…” Kat cried in astonishment, and her voice made Julian’s own hard cock throb and buck—and very nearly come.
Then they were watching Daryl thrusting into her, time and time again. Julian didn’t even think about anything else, he was just sitting there on the couch, his hand tightly gripping his shaft, pumping it as he watched another man fucking his wife for the first time. The first cock inside her, other than his, for years.
Wow, just wow. It had really happened—no way back.
Kat was unfaithful. And so sexy with it.
The video ran on a loop for a while, until Julian realized he was close to coming—he very nearly went over the edge, but the proximity to orgasm pulled him out of his daze. He stopped himself, calmed down.
Beside him— so close her bicep was brushing against his, her knee knocking against his—Renee was tending to her own lust, and though she wasn’t quite squirting as Kat had done, she was seriously wet and pushing herself to an intense climax.
Julian saw a message arrive from his wife, and thought he wouldn’t quite be able to handle another video, even another photo. It might send him over the edge.
But it was just a text message, perhaps typed while she was actually being fucked such were all the typos. Stating:
[Kat]: love you so much, honey… can’t wait to see you again. Have fun with Renee until I get there… you can do anything you like with her. I want you to. Fuck her, and then me xxx
It was official, then. And yet now he didn’t want to fool around with Renee because he was so close to orgasm. He needed to calm down, relax, perhaps take a cold shower and just reset.
He showed the text message to Renee once the redhead had come down from her high, and the redhead said: “I told you there wasn’t anything to worry about.”
But she said, “I don’t think I was ready, anyway. I… my husband…”
He nodded. Whatever the logic, things were complicated for Renee’s marriage, though she was strongly tempted to make it more simple through straight adultery.
The two of them tried to cool it, and Julian did actually take a cold shower. Now they were watching the movie again while waiting for Kat to return, and things weren’t quite as nervous. To Julian it was because his wife was there now, an adulteress. It wasn’t something anybody could prevent, or retract. All they could do was deal with the consequences.
It seemed to take an age. But then there was a knock at the door.
Chapter Twenty-Two
She stepped out into the doorway wearing nothing but a purple-and-black bra and black thong, and she could hardly believe how calm and collected she was able to act, even though under the surface she was anything but. Hormones raged around her body like they hadn’t since she’d been in the throes of puberty. Her insides were melting, nerves jangling, butterflies fluttering in her stomach enough to cause a hurricane. Her heart was beating twenty to the dozen and her chest was heaving as she tried to remember to just keep breathing.
And the heat between her legs was just plain astonishing.
He was just lying there on the bed, smiling up at her as she paused on the threshold, giving him a little show. Well, she was proud of her body, she’d worked at it in the run-up to the tour—ostensibly for the fitness to cope with the high-energy music, but with benefits for seducing a new boyfriend.
“Hey,” she smiled, and walked slowly into the room, exaggerating the swing of her hips just a little, maybe pushing out her chest somewhat. Slipping a finger under the waistband of her tiny thong as though it needed adjusting over her hip.
“Hey,” he said, beaming back at her, dazzled by her. She felt a little shiver of joy at how he responded to her, at how obviously he wanted her.
As good as sex was with her husband, she simply didn’t get this kind of nervous energy with him. This kind of thrill. How could she? He knew what to expect with her, she knew what to expect with him. He had a marital obligation to tell her how beautiful she was, and to be attracted to her. Daryl had no obligations. He had only natural responses, and it was such a thrill to her that she still had what it took.
“So it’s finally just us, huh?” she said, approaching the bed.
“That’s right.”
“Alone at last.”
He was lying there on the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black undershorts, and though his ripped body got her pulse racing, it was the bulge rising up from his underwear that caught her eye and soaked her panties.
“Was Julian at the party? I didn’t see him,” Daryl said.
She smiled, “He was tired. Never does well with the time difference.”
She climbed onto the bed, offering him an easy view of her cleavage as she crawled up to him between his legs, moving as though in slow motion, giving her young stud a spectacle, loving the way his eyes roamed all over her.
“I can’t believe he’d let you out of his sight,” Daryl said.
Even now, he couldn’t quite get the whole deal with her husband. Well, could she honestly say she 100% understood why Julian wanted her to cheat on him like this? Not 100%.
“Oh, he’d watch if he could,” she smiled, “but I think he’s curious what it feels like to just let me go.”
He sat up as she approached him, but Kat planted her palm in the middle of his hairless chest and gently but firmly pushed him back down onto the bed. He didn’t resist. Some little spark in his eyes suggested he wasn’t used to a woman showing him what she wanted, and maybe the novelty factor was interesting to him, exciting even.
She straddled his bulge, and did not object as his hands swept around to spread over her rear, reveling in the roundness, the softness of her flesh there.
Wow. He was so hard for her. And for a moment it kind of shocked her. This was not her husband. This was another man, almost a stranger. The first other man she’d been with for years. She tensed her muscles and gyrated her hips slightly, grazing her throbbing sex over that hardness stowed within his undershorts.
Oh, God.
“I saw you with him,” Daryl said, surprising her. “At the theater.”
“You did?” Why was Daryl bringing up Julian at such a moment? Was he freaked out by it all, after all?
“You’re obviously crazy about each other.”
She felt a touch of fear, that he was suddenly going to demand she renounce her marriage or something—or maybe he’d just declare that whatever Julian had said, whatever the two of them had agreed, her marriage could not be a success if she continued this seduction.
“Yes, I’d say so,” she said warily.
“And he really wants you to do this with me?”
She smiled, trying to reassure him that everything was okay, but really she was also trying to give herself that final reassurance.
“It’s strange, maybe. He just gets off on the thought of me… you know… being a little naughty.”
“A ‘little’ naughty?”
He laughed, his smile broad and his teeth bright, and as she sat up on him, undulating her chest and stomach like some kind of belly dancer, or perhaps just some kind of lap dancer, grinding her pussy against his erect cock, there was no hint of reluctance on his part.
It wasn’t putting him off, that she was married, that Julian wanted this to happen. He was just curious.
He wanted her so much, and she wanted him. It felt so right, so perfect, so incredible—and yet ordinarily her marriage would have prevented it. Crazy. Monogamy was crazy. When you thought about it.
“I can’t stay the night with you, though,” she said with regret. “Not tonight.”
/> “Of course not.”
He slid his hands up her smooth thighs, now. This was adultery. Cheating. Even if she had her husband’s permission, society frowned on such a thing. Didn’t that just make it that much more delicious?
She shivered again, involuntarily, even though the temperature in there was on the warm side. She hadn’t felt this nervous about sex since losing her cherry back in high school.
“Does it make you feel bad?” She asked him, feeling honesty the best way to go here. Full disclosure. “That I’m going back to him tonight?”
He shook his head. “Why? I get to enjoy you… then you run on back to him. What’s the problem?”
She smiled again, trying to hide her resurgence of surprise at how understanding this guy was. Younger guys were supposed to be more possessive, more angry, right?
She reached up to brush her hair back out of her face again, and now his hands swept up under the little black triangle of fabric covering her sex. She moaned as she felt his thumbs graze over the wet material, rubbing over her throbbing pussy.
He grabbed her thong in one hand, stretching it, pulling on it, the narrow band of black covering almost nothing, digging into her soaking slit as he held on to her underwear like the reins of a horse as she rode him. Revealing her bare pussy to his hungry gaze.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” he told her, and she warmed up inside another few degrees.
“You’re pretty incredible yourself,” she smiled, flattered, jubilant.
She rocked forward, onto him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest, cradling his head in her hands, kissing him. His hands traveled all over her body as she enjoyed the softness, the sweetness of his lips. Down her back, over her behind, down her legs. Down to her black suede cowboy boots. He was unfastening them, pulling on them.
He chuckled. “What’s this?”
She’d almost forgotten about her phone, stowed there in her right boot.
“Oh…” she said, and for a moment wondered if she’d scare Daryl away if she said the wrong thing. “I guess… it’s in case he… you know… changes his mind…”
Daryl chuckled again. “I can’t believe this is your first time. I’m your first time.”
He took the phone, and she sat up again, gently rocking herself over his hardness, wondering what he was up to. He held it up, framing her with the camera lens as she straddled him.
“What’re you doing?” she said, smiling, slightly self-conscious at having a camera trained on her, even if it was that of her own phone.
“Capturing pure beauty,” he said, his hand slipping between her legs, stretching her underwear aside as he snapped pictures of her.
“You better delete those afterward,” she warned. “You know how easy it is to hack into cameraphones.”
Daryl grinned, “You don’t think Jules would like to see?”
Kat caught her breath. Well, he had let her take a couple of pictures of her blowing him to send to Julian. They’d been quite drunk at the time…
“There,” he said, as though he’d done something.
She gasped, “What did you do?”
“Sent it to your husband,” he grinned. “Let him know what he’s missing.”
“Hey!” she grabbed for the phone, panicking a little since she hadn’t talked to Julian about sending him pictures that first time. This wasn’t a little blowjob, this was the final barrier being crossed—what if it made him think twice about it all?
She tried to relax as it was clear she wouldn’t wrestle the phone back from Daryl. If pictures could make Julian change his mind about tonight… then let him. She would be wrong to go through with it if anything could change his mind. She pushed out her bottom lip, giving him a pretend sad face, and Daryl put the phone back in her hand.
It buzzed. A message from Julian.
[Julian]: You look sensational, honey. Such a turn on… xxx
It warmed her up inside again, and she felt a flicker of pure lust between her legs. He really wasn’t going to change his mind. She was really going to get to fuck this gorgeous specimen of a man.
Kat flashed a pretend frown at Daryl, but then broke out into a smile and began kissing her way down his chest, enjoying the sheer physicality of the man.
“You see? He loves it,” Daryl said, picking up the phone from where she left it beside them on the mattress.
It was surprising how the guy seemed so chill about referring to her husband while they were together.
“You know, most guys would probably shut up and just fuck me,” she said, giggling. “You know… rather than bringing up the whole thing about my husband…”
Oh God, and he smelled so good. Whatever his cologne was.
“I just think it’s interesting,” he laughed. “You know… you don’t hear about this kind of thing every day.”
She kissed her way down his incredible body with its hard muscles and soft skin, and there was his huge bulge right there for her. She stroked it with her lips and her nose through the thin material of his undershorts, and felt that flush of lust and shock sweep through her again—this was not her husband’s cock. This was another man entirely.
“‘Interesting’?” she giggled. “You think it’s ‘interesting’?”
He shrugged. “I never thought marriage could be like this.”
“Like what?”
“You know… fun.”
Even before marriage she’d accepted that she’d never get to enjoy another man again in bed. That her decision to commit to Julian would prevent anything like this from happening again. And yet here she was, nuzzling up to a strange cock, feeling it so hard for her, breathing it in.
Peeling off his underwear to reveal the glorious sight of his huge manhood, shorn of all hair, bulging and veiny, throbbing as she laid her hands on it, glistening at the tip as she opened her mouth and licked its full length.
She glanced up and he snapped another picture.
“Have you got some secret deal with my husband to shoot pictures of this?” she asked him.
He said, “Did you think it was gonna turn out like this when you married him?”
“No, not really,” she said, holding up his cock and swirling her tongue around it as she gazed into the dark little circle that was the camera lens. Would Julian really see this?
“I mean, marriage is where you kinda… give up sex, right? I mean sex with anyone else,” he said.
“Supposed to be,” she stretched her lips around him and sank down on his cock, filling her cheeks with it, thrusting it right to her throat.
“But here you are… he lets you see other guys… and he actually enjoys it…”
“He says he does.”
“Look here: he says, ‘you look so hot, honey. You gonna fuck him?’” Daryl read a text message.
Kat laughed, “Are you going to just play with that phone? Or do you want to fuck me?”
She pulled herself up, slid over him, stroking his hard cock with her body, her breasts.
“Oh Jesus…” he moaned, thrusting his hips at her as she stroked him with her soft, golden skin, then wrapped her mouth around it again, pumping it with her fist. He couldn’t take it for long, pulling her up on his lap, sucking her hard nipples into his mouth.
“Fuck me,” she whispered his ear, kissing him. “Fuck me now.”
She pulled away from him, off the bed, stood up and removed her panties and her boots, slowly again so that he had a chance to just look at her a while. He shuffled forward onto the edge of the mattress and removed his own underwear completely, then reached for her, clutching her hips, kissing her stomach, taking in her lithe, petite form.
“You’re gonna do it?” he asked her.
“Do what?”
“Cheat on your husband.”
She smiled, covering her breasts with her hands as she looked down on him. “It’s not really cheating when he wants it to happen,” she said.
“You vowed to be with only him, right?” he said, st
roking her wet pussy with two fingers while he kissed her stomach.
“I guess I did.”
“So you’re cheating.”
She looked down on him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. “You like it, don’t you?” she asked him. “That I’m cheating on my husband.”
He turned her around with his strong hands, drummer’s hands, checking her out from the rear view, reaching between her legs to continue stroking her soaking pussy with skilled fingers. “I guess I think it’s kinda sexy,” he said.
“You think I’m a slut?”
He laughed, “Considering it’s the first time?” Then he said, “No, I think you’re more like… exotic… powerful… I don’t know… like some kind of femme fatale.”
She laughed at that. “A femme fatale? You think I’m dangerous?”
“Maybe,” he said, standing, kissing her mouth. “Maybe you could be dangerous.”
She brushed her hair with her hands and skipped past him, diving onto the bed, lifting her beautiful behind for his benefit. “I think you’d better tame me,” she said. “Don’t you think?”
She went on all fours so that her knees were on the edge of the bed, pushing her behind up so he could drive into her from where he stood on the floor. But Daryl knelt down, taking her thighs in his strong hands, and she felt his breath on her behind—and then he was pushing her up and clamping his mouth over her pussy, tasting her wetness.
“What are you—”
But he didn’t answer. Only licked her, moaning at her flavor as he lapped up her juices. The juices of a cheating wife. He wasn’t even married to her, how could he be so taken with the idea of an adulterous woman too?
But he was. Of that she had no doubt. He ate her with wild abandon, the same way her husband had started to once he’d accepted the fantasy of her infidelity. She could feel her body responding to him, to it, the whole idea of these men obsessing about her because she was unfaithful, because she was promiscuous.
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