Hotwife Confessions: Five complete erotic cheating wife tales

by Cleo Danbury

  Haley slowly brought her right hand back to her pussy which was burning hot. She ran her fingers lightly over the top as her left hand cupped her breast. She was fully exposed, her lust open to the world. Her ears were ringing with the blood rushing to her head.

  This is the sluttiest thing I've ever done. The thought pushed her over the edge. She buried her fingers, thrusting them deep inside her, arching her back and spreading her legs. She leaned her head against the glass, pressing her body tight against it. Take a good look neighbors.

  As she felt herself nearing orgasm, arms slid around her waist and she gasped. Andy's naked body pressed against her, his solid cock resting between her legs. She arched her back to open herself to him and he slid in without hesitation.

  "Oh, fuck yeah," she moaned as he struck her deep inside her pussy. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard, making her legs quiver.

  "Fuck me hard, please fuck me hard."

  Andy slammed against her, shoving her fully against the glass, her face pushed to the right. She had to use her hands to brace herself as he fucked her. Haley felt her pussy begin to tighten, the tension running through her thighs and up into her clinched stomach muscles. Her hands opened and closed against the glass, searching for something to squeeze.

  She screamed as she came, her legs buckling but Andy holding her effortlessly as he continued to pound her soaked pussy. He was using her now, paying no attention to anything but fucking her. He showed no signs of slowing down as she felt another orgasm building. She reached behind her, finding his head and digging her fingers into his hair. She held his head against her neck, his breath heavy in her ears. He was pressing hard against her now, flattening her body against the glass as they fucked.

  She felt him tense and sighed with pleasure as he pulsed, shooting deep inside her. He paused, holding his cock in place and in seconds, she could feel the slick cum dripping out around the base of him.

  Andy pulled away and grabbed her shoulders, turning her. "Get down on your knees and lick me clean."

  She dropped instantly and took his still hard cock in her left hand. She cupped his balls in her right and licked the cum from them, running her tongue up his shaft before sliding her lips over the tip and then taking him all the way in. She held his softening cock deep in her throat, sucking the cum and her juices as she slowly rolled his balls in her hand.

  He held her there for five minutes, long enough to make sure everyone in the neighborhood had a good look, before lifting her by the hands.

  "That was amazing," Andy said, suddenly back to his mild mannered, chatty self.

  Haley buried her head on his chest. "Yes, it was. Now, let's get away from the window before Mrs. Murphy gets home."

  Chapter Seven

  Danny came three times. He didn't think that was still possible. He hadn't cum three times in thirty minutes since he was in high school. In the heat of the moment, she was the most beautiful woman on the planet. But not now.

  "Oh, you fucking bitch. How can you do that to your husband?"

  Danny grabbed a paper towel, cleaning up his mess on the floor and tucking his dick back in his pants. This was too much. It's one thing to cheat on your husband. It's another to intentionally put it out there so everyone can see it but him.

  "That poor bastard," Danny thought. "He deserves to know." Tom seemed like a real stand up guy, and here was his wife, fucking around behind his back and flaunting it. It was time to teach this whore a lesson.

  Chapter Eight

  Haley had dinner ready when Tom arrived; chicken alfredo and garlic cheese bread.

  "Hey babe," he said, greeting her with a kiss as he walked into the kitchen. "That smells great."

  "Thanks, sweet heart," she replied, reaching back to meet his lips. She parted hers slightly, lingering, enjoying the taste of him. "How was your day?"

  "Usual," Tom said, pouring a glass of tea. "Bob's dumb ass meeting ended up lasting about ten minutes. It could have all been said in one email." He walked around the counter to face her. "How was your day?

  "Interesting," she said slowly, staring at the sauce pan in front of her.

  "Hmm, I can imagine." She didn't have to look up to see the gleam in his eyes.

  "Well, you can hear all about it later, at bed time."

  Tom laughed, "Yes, it probably is more of a bedtime story than a dinner story."

  Bed time came as soon as the food digested. They lay facing, her hand on his cheek as they chatted about the day.

  "So, how did it go today?"

  Haley thought for a moment. "It was fucking amazing, but completely different. He fucked me in front of the window." She felt him stir under the covers and ran her hand down to stroke his cock. "But first, he made me finger myself. It was unbelievably hot, standing their naked with no control over who could see me."

  "So you're a bit of an exhibitionist?" Tom ran his hand across her chest, circling her left nipple.

  "Apparently. I was just so fucking horny, I couldn't think straight." She stroked him faster, feeling his hips shift as he pushed against her.

  "Did you see anyone watching?"

  "I don't know," she said and laughed. "I didn't actually think about it. I couldn't get my eyes to focus and I definitely wasn't paying any attention to anything across the street."

  Haley pushed him onto his back and rolled on top of him. "I hope they saw me. That makes me wet just thinking about it. There may be someone watching right now."

  She lowered herself onto him, gasping at how hard he was. She settled her hips and ran her hands up to her breasts. "Maybe they're watching us fuck. Do you want to fuck me while they watch?"

  Tom responded, grabbing her hips and shoving deep inside her. "Did you cum while you fucked yourself?" Tom's voice was deep and soft.

  Haley nodded, "I did. I came so hard it was running down my legs. And everybody saw it." She rocked back and forth on top of him, his cock pushing hard inside her. She dug her fingers into his chest and threw her head back. The idea of being watched was driving her now and she picked up her pace. Tom joined her, pulling faster against her hips.

  Haley let out a moan as she came, digging in with her nails and drawing blood. She froze in place, his cock hitting that perfect spot and holding there. She clinched her thighs and shivered, finally remembering to breath. As the tension left her body, she slowly unclenched her hands and patted him on the chest.

  "Not bad, big boy."

  "You put on quite a show."

  Haley laughed, "I doubt anyone paid the least bit of attention."

  Chapter Nine

  "Well, I guess someone was watching."

  Haley pulled an envelope out her bag and tossed in onto the table. Tom picked it up and turned it over. A plain white envelope with no return address. A single page typed letter inside.

  Tom glanced at her and she nodded towards the letter. He unfolded it and read silently.

  Dear Haley,

  You put on quite a show the other day. Everyone saw it. Except your husband of course. Wouldn't it be a shame if he found out? I have it all on tape. You need to contact me at isawyou42@gmail.com within 48 hours or Tom learns your secret.

  "Well. That's interesting."

  Haley grinned, "Ain't it though? What am I going to do if my husband finds out?"

  Tom shook his head. "What an asshole." He put the letter back in the envelope and handed it back to her. "So..just ignore it?"

  Haley nodded, "I could. Or, we can have some fun with the guy. I'd kinda like to find out who the fucker is."

  Tom sat a moment, thinking. "Okay. Feel free to mess with him. But if you get uncomfortable, walk away. I want to know who it is, but I don't want to know that bad. We can always just buy curtains."

  "Well then, let's do this." Haley pulled her phone out of her purse and pulled up her email.

  Chapter Ten

  Danny jumped when his email notification chimed. His heart pounded immediately. Only one person had that email.

  He
pulled up his inbox. A new message from Hwilson92@yahoo.com. Danny's hand trembled as he clicked on it.

  What do you want?

  He took a deep breath and stared at the screen. The fact that she had responded at all told him how scared she was. He looked across the street at the dark apartment and typed.

  Where are you now?

  He sat back, waiting. He got up and grabbed a beer, just to get away from the screen. It chimed before he made it to the refrigerator.

  Out to dinner. Who is this?

  Danny ignored the question. Go to the restroom and take a picture. Send it now.

  Waiting. A response two minutes later. He clicked on the attachment and saw Haley staring back at him, looking frightened. He didn't necessarily want her scared, but it was necessary. He pushed a little harder.

  Another one. This time with your shirt opened. Show your face.

  Chapter Eleven

  "You pervy bastard," Haley muttered when she got the message. Another customer stepped in the bathroom and entered a stall. Haley stayed near the sink, waiting until the door latched. She shrugged, "what the hell." She undid three buttons, exposing her black lace bra. She took a photo in the mirror and quickly buttoned up before hitting send.

  She returned to her seat and looked at Tom. "Fucking pervert," she said, handing the phone to Tom. He glanced at the message and smirked.

  "You're going to ruin this poor guy's life, aren't you?"

  "Oh, he has no idea," she said, taking the phone back. It chimed in her hands and she looked down. That will do for now. I'll be in touch.

  Chapter Twelve

  Nothing happened right away.

  After a couple of days, Haley wondered if it would just go away. Maybe he chickened out. The idea was slightly disappointing.

  She thought briefly about buying curtains, but decided, "Fuck it." It was their life and she wasn't going to let some creep control it. They would buy curtains when they had kids.

  Haley was sitting on the couch, watching Real Estate Renovations when her phone chirped. She picked it up, a little faster than she should, and pulled up her email.

  What are you doing right now?

  What the hell? If he was across the street, he knew damn well what she was doing. She shrugged. Maybe he just wanted to see if she would tell the truth.

  Masturbating.

  "Don't be cute,” came the reply. I'm ready to lay down my ground rules. Pay attention. You have a lot to lose here.

  Haley read the message, trying not to laugh. "Okay you freak. Let's hear it." The phone beeped a moment later.

  1. You just keep doing what you're doing. Don't stop just because you got caught. Keep having your trysts you cheating whore. I'm enjoying the show. Don't even think about closing the blinds.

  2. If I have any special requests, I expect you to do them. Remember, I've got everything I need to ruin your life.

  Are we clear?

  Haley stared at the message. She wanted so bad to tell him to go to hell. To tell him Tom already knew everything that happened in their home. To tell him to fuck off.

  But she didn't. She wanted to know who was doing this and that compelled her to play along. At least for a while.

  We're clear. Just don't tell my husband. He doesn't need to get hurt.

  Good girl. Are you expecting company any time soon?

  Sadly, no, she wasn't. Andy was out of town for a couple of weeks and she wasn't too happy about it.

  No.

  Then I guess it is request time.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Danny was hard as a rock.

  He stared across the street, watching her as she turned to look out the window. Not knowing where he was, her gaze settled a couple of floors below him.

  He thought a moment longer and typed.

  Go to your bedroom.

  He watched as she glanced at her phone, hesitated a moment, and then got off the couch. He watched her step through the doorway and then stand, waiting.

  You have a vibrator in the drawer on your side of the bed. I want to watch you use it.

  Danny was shaking so bad, it took two tries to hit the send key. He watched as his message was delivered and she looked out the window. He realized he was holding his breath. What would she do next?

  He unzipped his pants as she began to slowly undress. This was going to happen. He was stroking himself by the time she removed her panties and walked to the bed. He forced himself to stop; he was ready to explode and she was just getting started.

  Danny stood up, shedding his pants and sitting naked in the chair. Haley opened the drawer, removing a purple vibrator and a bottle of lubricant. She took her time, lathering the toy before laying down and spreading her legs.

  His breathing grew ragged. His hands were shaking so hard he could barely grab his dick. He stared intently at the scene in front of him. This beautiful young woman was at his command.

  She began fingering herself, rubbing the lubricant across the lips of her pussy before running the vibrator across her clit. Danny stroked his cock, unconsciously. He couldn't help himself. He stroked faster as she pushed the vibrator into her pussy. When she started to writhe and push her hips out, he was on the verge. Her left hand reached up and grabbed her breast, pulling hard on her nipple.

  With that, he exploded, shooting a stream of cum so hard it hit the window. He moaned as he continued, three more shots before the spasms finally stopped and he collapsed in his chair. He lay panting, trying to catch his breath.

  His interested dissipated as soon as he orgasmed. He didn't even watch the show, instead grabbing some paper towels and cleaning up his mess. She was still going strong when he turned to his keyboard.

  That's enough. Go put your clothes on, whore.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Haley grabbed the bottle of lubricant because she didn't expect to be wet. She was wrong.

  By the time she touched herself, she was fully aroused and ready to fuck her own brains out. As much as she hated to admit it, she was loving the idea of being watched. She still wanted to find this asshole and ruin his life, but in the mean time..

  She was really getting into it, her mind alternating between the sensations of the vibrator and the idea of being watched. Knowing he was out there, getting off no doubt, was exciting and it made her pulse race. Haley was almost there when her phone chirped, breaking her concentration.

  "Ugh, what the hell!" She yelled at the ceiling and grabbed the phone. "Damn it dude, you gotta last longer than that!"

  But, she obeyed. She got off the bed, gathered her clothes and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door.

  "Fuck you, I'm not done yet," she muttered, leaning against the door. She ran the fingers of her right hand across her throbbing pussy. Once she found her rhythm, it only took her a few minutes.

  Leaning against the countertop, Haley stared at her phone and typed.

  Did you get off?

  She ran her fingers lazily across her clit as she waited for a response.

  That's none of your business.

  "I'll take that as a yes," she said, sliding a finger inside and back out again.

  Did you like my show? Did I do a good job for you?

  She pushed two fingers deep inside now, grabbing her breast and squeezing her nipples.

  You did fine.

  Haley smiled. Smug bastard.

  Just fine? I want to be good for you. Whatever it takes to keep my secret safe. I want to know I made you cum. Did you cum while you watched me fuck myself?

  She was having trouble breathing now, fucking herself hard, reaching as deep as she could go.

  Yes. I came.

  Haley smiled and typed fast with her left hand while she rubbed her clit furiously with her right.

  I thought about you. Watching me. I liked it. I'm such a bad girl.

  She closed her eyes, focusing now. She leaned back against the counter, fingering herself as fast as she could. When the second orgasm came she squeezed her legs
together, clinching her hand tight against her pussy. She took a deep breath and relaxed.

  She glanced at her phone. No response. Probably still jacking off.

  Chapter Fifteen

  "I want to find out who this mother fucker is, but that means I have to talk to him."

  Haley sipped her coffee and looked at Tom, sitting at the other end of the couch.