by Gayle Keo
“Fuck me from behind, doggy style,” she said, turning to look back at Mike, who moved behind her and made her part her thighs.
She was shaking as she felt him guiding his shaft under her butt and in between her thighs. She closed her eyes and moaned softly when she felt his cock sliding into her slit. It filled her up in a pleasurable way, the thickness pulling her clit in with it as Mike drove into her. He groaned his delight as he began to drive his cock in and out of her, his hands holding her hips firmly. His crotch slammed against her butt cheeks, and she felt the pleasure building within her with every stroke. Betty did not remember ever having such a huge cock inside her and she knew that she would forever be addicted to Mike's dick.
Mike drove his shaft in and out of her cunt hard and fast, but careful not to take it too deep since he was afraid that it might hurt her womb. Betty's pussy became hotter and wetter with each stroke, and he could not believe the amount of pleasure that he was feeling. He had longed to fuck her for such a long time and even just hours ago had thought that it was something that would never happen. He was fucking a woman who was legally married to his best friend, and he could not even begin to describe what it felt like. He felt the heat within his balls beginning to rise as he drove in and out of her love slit.
He knew that he was going to get the climax of his life and this time he was going to come deep inside her pussy instead of her mouth. He leaned forward, his hands going around her to take hold of her hanging breasts to begin massaging them. He took her nipples in between his fingers and began twisting them around in semi-circular motions.
Mike pinched Betty's nipples, and she moaned loudly, moving her hips from side to side as she gripped her pussy muscles tightly against his cock. The pleasure that he felt was enough to make him let go of his passion. He drove his cock deep into her slit, his cum shooting into the depths of her cunt as she gripped his dick as tightly as possible, her pussy muscles milking his shaft of all the jism that it had to give her. She gripped his dick tightly with her vagina as he pumped in and out of her slit until his dick finally began to get soft. Before he knew what was happening, Betty pulled away from him and turned around to crouch before him. She took his dick into her mouth and began sucking on it as she cleaned the mess of their love juices off it.
Mike could not believe the sort of pleasure that he had just felt and after this, he knew that his best friend’s wife had just become his. There was no way that he could live without this sort of pleasure, even if it meant jeopardizing his relationship with his best friend. Betty still wanted more, she wanted Mike in ways she could not describe. Whether it was the pregnancy hormones or not, all that she knew was that she wanted Mike to fuck her like it was the end of the world. She finally pulled her mouth off his softening dick and stood up, taking a hold of his hand and leading him out of the kitchen. She wanted to take him to the bedroom where she could have him all to herself. He suddenly stopped and as she turned to look at him, he reached down and lifted her off the ground, carrying her up the stairs. When they got to his bedroom, he set her down, and Betty immediately pushed him backward towards the bed. She made him get on the bed and lie on his back. She then got on the bed and crouched on top of his face, straddling him with her steaming sex directly above his face. She lowered her pussy onto his mouth, and as he began eating her out, she leaned forward, her hands taking a hold of his shaft as she sucked his dick into her mouth. She began sucking on it, willing it to become harder. It was not long before it began to get harder and harder. She loved the feel of the shaft getting harder and thicker in her mouth.
When his dick was hard enough, Betty could not hold back her lust any longer, and she pulled her love nest off his mouth and scooted over him, straddling his waist with her back facing his head. She took a hold of his dick and guided it into the heat of her love slit as she lowered herself onto it, letting herself all the way down until it was fully inserted inside her. Betty then leaned forward, resting her hands on his thighs as she began riding him reverse cowgirl style. She rode him harder and faster with each stroke, and she felt the heat within her building by the second. The pleasure that she felt was enormous and driving her crazy in the most explosive way. She gripped her pussy muscles tightly against the shaft to increase the friction between their love organs.
“Oh yes, oh yes,” she moaned over and over again, in rhythm to the way that Mike was grunting.
Mike was hers now, and he had just confirmed that by coming deep inside her, and now she wanted even more of him. She wanted to feel his forbidden cum shooting into her hot cunt once again. She fucked him so that his dick rubbed against her clit with as much force as it could, heightening the pleasure that she felt. She felt her orgasm coming closer and closer, and she rode him harder and faster.
She could feel his dick thumping softly against her womb, and it was an enjoyable feeling. Suddenly, her whole body erupted into an orgasm that Betty could not describe. Intense pleasure rippled through every nerve in her body as her pussy quaked over the dick within it. She creamed up more than she ever had and to add to the intense pleasure, she felt Mike's dick stiffening within her. His dick pulsed within her pussy just as she felt his hot load of cum shooting into her again, this time blending with her own orgasm. Betty had never felt such a feeling of utter satisfaction, and as soon as she was done, she collapsed on the bed next to Mike.
“I think that now more than ever I am in love with you, Betty, and this time, I don’t think that I am going to let you go. I'm going to take care of you and the baby,” Mike said as she rested her head on his chest, drifting away into a sated and happy sleep.
*****
Mike had never felt better than he had when he woke up in the morning and found Betty asleep on the bed next to him, naked. It had been a night that he would never forget because they had made sweet love over and over. He was even surprised to wake up with a hard-on, his dick aching for more sex. He sat up on his elbows and looked down at Betty, who was snoring lightly, with her back facing him. She looked like the sexiest and most vulnerable thing, and he couldn’t help but notice the scent of sex that came from the bed.
He felt the urge to lie down next to her and spoon her from behind, but he changed his mind, thinking instead to get up and go and cook her a surprise breakfast. She would most likely wake up famished from all the lovemaking of the night. Forcing his eyes away from her tempting body, he pulled a robe over himself and made his way out of the bedroom silently.
As he made his way down the stairs, Mike thought about the repercussions that sleeping with his best friend’s wife would have on their relationship. Ronnie did not deserve a woman like Betty, and he had known it right from the start. Ronnie had never been the sort of man that would settle down with one woman for a very long time. He had just had the most mind blowing sex with Ronnie's wife, and he did not regret it one bit. She deserved someone that would take good care of her and her baby, and Mike felt like he was the best guy for the job, even though the baby was not his.
Who knows, they would probably run away to another city and live there happily ever after. That would be the best thing to do in their best interests, and the first thing that he was going to ask Betty to do as soon as she had settled into his house with him was to apply for a divorce. That way, it would not be such a bad legal matter if she continued living with him. As long as she was with him, he would never be able to keep his hands off her.
He walked into the kitchen and began making pancakes, the only thing that he knew how to cook very well. Pancakes and coffee went very well, and the pancakes were healthy since they contained eggs and sugar. He got so busy with the pancakes, he didn’t even notice the way that time flew past. He was just about done with the final pancake when he heard footsteps walking lightly down the stairs. As he turned to look towards the doorway, there stood Betty looking better than ever. She had one of his robes wrapped around her, and she looked amazing in it, especially the way that her pregnancy protruded before her.
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br /> “Hmm, something really yummy is smelling in her, I didn’t know that you know how to cook,” she said, walking up to him and kissing him lightly on the lips.
“Well you know what they say, when you are in love, anything is possible. I just thought that I would surprise you with something to eat in the morning. I figured that you would be hungry after all the action that happened at night,” he said, pulling his lips away from hers before kissing her lightly on the lips again.
“You are such a horse, if I had known that you would make love to me like that, I would have eaten double the share of dinner,” she said, brushing her hand over his crotch and touching his dick through his robe.
“How do you feel? I hope that you do not change your mind about moving in here with me?” he said, putting his hand around her waist and leading her to the table.
Last night she was the one that had led him to the table, but today it would be the other way round.
“I was sober when I told you that I wanted nothing to do with Ronnie ever again. At first, I wasn’t really sure about moving in with you, but after the night of pleasure that you gave me, I can't imagine moving anywhere else. Besides, who would want to miss out on these morning pancakes that smell so delicious?” she said as she settled into her seat.
“I am glad that you feel that way, Betty because all that I can say is that even though we just got closer to sin, you have always been the love of my life. I could not believe it when you got married to Ronnie, but there was really nothing that I could do about it. It was your choice, and Ronnie happened to be one of my best friends,” he said, kissing her on the cheek before walking away to remove the last pancake from the pan.
He served the pancakes hot along with the coffee and then just like last night, he sat opposite her at the table.
“I have one question, and I would like you to answer it very honestly, Mike,” she said, looking at him thoughtfully.
“Anything for you, my dear,” he said to her, his eyes sweeping over her cleavage as he looked at her enlarged breasts.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but it is something that I really have to know. What do you think of my pregnancy? I mean, you are telling me to move in with you and yet I am pregnant with your best friend’s baby.” she asked.
‘And who said that it could not be mine?” He smiled at her. “What if you were fooling around with me just the same way that your husband was fooling around? Rest easy, my love.”
THE END
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Bonus Story 23 of 36
Forever
I’ve never been one to believe in the supernatural. Paranormal, of course. I could spend days watching ghost hunting television shows, but everything supernatural always seemed so far-fetched and unrealistic. Werewolves, vampires, witches… It all seemed so crazy – until I was thrown into their world.
Shortly after graduating from a small community college with a degree in business, I decided to open my own floral shop in my hometown of Jasper, just about an hour outside of Atlanta. It started in the spare room of my apartment and blossomed until I had enough income to buy my own little building space. I lived in a town small enough to garner regular customers, yet big enough to move away from my parents and choose when I got to see them. I didn’t have much say in who else I saw. At thirty-six, I’d spent sixteen years in the business and in that time, I had seen half of my high school classmates come to me for their wedding arrangements. Watching everyone get married when I was still stuck online dating made it hurt just a bit more. I loved seeing everyone so happy, but I couldn’t stand constantly seeing what I was missing out on – what I had dreamed of since I was a little girl. A big wedding with flowers adorning every wall, down the aisle and underneath my feet.
After organizing the bouquet sets for an old classmate’s second marriage, I hit my slow season. We never had bad weather in Georgia, but summer and fall were definitely the most popular wedding seasons and high school prom wasn’t until the spring. Right as slow season hit, I saw an unexpected face walk in through the shop doors. It was nearly impossible to ignore him as his tall frame loomed over every pre-made arrangement in the store. His dark mop of hair moved through the small aisles of flowers and trinkets until he made his way to the front counter.
“Hannah. Hannah Campbell, right?” he said, a small smirk crossing his lips as he looked at me, his brown eyes lighting up in silent laughter.
“Professor Crowne,” I replied with a mirrored smirk.
“It’s been fifteen years, Hannah. Please, call me Kyle,” he insisted.
“Kyle,” I said quietly, testing the sound of the name on my tongue. “You look exactly like you did in college.” He was one of the younger professors, fresh out of graduate school and only six years older than me.
“I could say the same about you, but you look much more mature than you did at nineteen.” Something about the way he said those words sent a rush down my spine. His demeanor was undeniably friendly and the lilt in his speech told me he didn’t mind getting a little flirty during our first meeting in years.
“I hope by ‘mature’, you don’t mean old,” I laughed lightly. I turned from facing him to tie bows around a couple new floral arrangements sitting in vases on the counter behind me. He followed the curve of the counter to stand in front of me again, barely taking his eyes off of me to look at the flowers.
“Is there anything I can help you find?” I asked, forcing myself to keep my eyes on the bouquets as I tied the ribbons.
“Yeah, actually. I’m looking for something to give a friend for her birthday.”
“A friend or a girlfriend?”
“Friend. We both like girls so that wouldn’t work out very well,” he chuckled.
I smiled at his comment and nodded my head for him to follow me across my little shop. One wall had particularly colorful flower sets, typically chosen for birthdays.
“These are pretty popular birthday sets,” I said, pointing at the wall of color. “We have most of these growing in the greenhouse if you wanted to handpick which flowers you’d like.”
Kyle walked along the wall examining all the flowers while I stood back and examined him. He honestly looked like he hardly aged. He looked a little older when he was my professor at twenty-five, but now at forty-two, he looked closer to thirty-five. Maybe it was his general style. He wore dark wash jeans and a slightly tattered band t-shirt; his hair was shorter and a little shaggy, hanging just above his glowing brown eyes. The stubble covering his jaw helped a bit too – and had me biting my lip at him as he chose his flowers.
“You have bearberries?” he asked suddenly, snapping my attention back to reality.
“Yeah. We have a couple more pots of them in the greenhouse if you want some. We usually sell them during the winter months.”
“No, I’m actually allergic,” he laughed. “I’ll just take this one.” I grabbed the colorful flower set he preferred and rang it all up for him, packaging everything for him to take along.
He turned to the entrance. Before he could make it to the door, I mustered up enough courage to ask the question I wished I could’ve asked while I was in school – except professors dating students was against school code.
“Prof – Kyle,” I called, barely catching my slip-up. He turned back and smiled at me, making me feel a little more nervous about what I was about to say. “Do you want to, maybe, get lunch later? Or dinner? Whichever would work better for you. I have a pretty flexible schedule,” I rambled.
“Sure. Lunch sounds fine.” He walked back over with another smile and handed me his phone to put my number in. Despite my nerves, I gave him my number and managed to smile in return. He left without another word. Barely seconds after the door shut behind him, I received a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: Hey Hannah. It’s Kyle. Are you available in about two hours for lunch?
I smiled to myself and typed back a quick reply, saving his number before I’d
forget.
Hannah: Sure! My lunch is usually from 12-1 if that works?
Kyle: Sounds good. I’ll pick you up at noon.
I didn’t know Kyle as Kyle in college, but those texts told me he wasn’t a very exciting texter. Whatever, I could deal with that. I set my phone down and went back to work for another two hours. I could hardly pay attention, though. Mainly because I was incredibly nervous for my date with…my old college professor. Maybe it was a bad idea.
At eleven o’clock, my other employee, Taylor walked in. I hired her about five years ago to only work summers while she was in college. Thankfully, she studied creative writing and wrote her own novels while she wasn’t working. Even though she was about twelve years younger than me, we had grown close in the past two years of working full-time together.
“Hey, Taylor,” I smiled. She punched in her time card and joined me in the greenhouse to make new arrangements. “Can I ask for your opinion on something?” I asked.
“Yeah, definitely,” she said.
“Okay. I don’t know how to say this, to be honest. Um, I ran into one of my old college professors today.”
Taylor just stayed quiet and waited for me to continue. My mind was racing with everything except what to say next. “Okay. And?”
“And,” I started, “I have a lunch date with him in about an hour.”
“What? You have a date with your old professor?!” Taylor squealed. “That’s awesome, Hannah!”
“I’m really glad you said that,” I laughed. “Ugh, I was getting so nervous.”
“Is he old?”
I laughed even more and replied, “No. He’s only six years older than me.”
“Damn, nice!”
Taylor and I spent the next hour talking about Kyle until the man himself walked back into the store.