Another Cheating Wife Bundle!: Sexy 3-Story Erotic Collection

by Fleming, Felicity

  Her nipples grew hard, and her breath deepened, but she didn’t stir.

  My God, David thought. She’s out cold. She’s utterly unconscious.

  Except she wasn’t.

  Sure, she was physically unconscious. She was sleeping as soundly as a baby. But her body was responding to her touch. Her nipples were as hard and swollen as the erasers on the tips of pencils, and her breathing had deepened noticeably since he’d begun touching her.

  As he massaged her breasts, David had a crisis of conscience.

  Part of him told him to continue – probably the part of him that was hard and swollen between his legs. But the rational side of him was howling at him to stop – that this was a terrible idea, and that his wife would awaken at any moment and scream as she found him violating her.

  Only she was still. Utterly still.

  And so David pushed those rational thoughts aside, and listened to his more carnal instincts – and one of his hands left his wife’s breasts.

  His fingertips traced a path down her soft stomach, until they met the soft bristles of her trimmed pubic hair. And then they ventured further, until they encountered the cleft between his wife’s legs.

  David added pressure, and he felt moisture. Like a flower, the lips of her pussy blossomed and his fingertip slid frictionlessly between them.

  Cassie stirred.

  Still lying absolutely still, the unconscious beauty sighed. It was akin to a moan, only barely audible. And she remained utterly, totally dormant even as her breath deepened.

  David narrowed his eyes and stared at her face; scanning for any sign of consciousness. But there was nothing – not even as a second fingertip joined the first, and then a third. Moment later, he was rubbing all four fingers up and down between the lips of her glistening pussy, and aside from her deepening breath, she was silent.

  David’s thumb pressed her clit, and it grew hard. As he began to trace circles around it, Cassie’s breathing grew deeper, but she remained utterly asleep.

  Her pussy gushed. His fingers, between her legs, encountered wetness. A moment later, two of his fingers pressed against the resistance of her cunt and were sucked inside.

  Cassie moaned.

  It was a soft, guttural, instinctive moan. Her legs twitched, and her thighs opened, and David’s eyes widened as she felt her body almost suck his fingers inside of her.

  Holy shit, he thought. I’m fucking fingering her. She’s fast asleep and I’ve got two… no, wait, three fingers inside of her.

  And then David’s cock throbbed, and he knew what he had to do.

  Still staring intently at his wife’s serene face, he clambered onto the bed. His knees pressed against the mattress, between her legs. They nudged her legs aside and spread her thighs.

  And then gripping the base of his throbbing cock with one hand, David thrust.

  The swollen head of his cock met a moment of soft, wet resistance; and then his wife’s body accepted him. Her deliciously tight cunt literally sucked him inside of her; inch after glorious inch until he found himself buried to the hilt inside his unconscious wife.

  God, it felt amazing. After weeks of going without, he was suddenly buried in her soft, tight cunt; and as he pulled his hips back, the friction was exquisite.

  David thrust. He sunk himself inside his sleeping wife and then pulled out, almost to the tip. God, it felt amazing. After weeks without sex, it was intoxicating.

  He knew he wouldn’t last long – couldn’t last long. But he kept going as long as he could, revelling in the delicious sensations until…

  David bit his lip. He hunched his back. He thrust inside Cassie’s pliant depths and exploded.

  He detonated hot, wet spurts inside his wife’s willing body and unloaded weeks of pent up frustration. She accepted every jet; a sleeping, serene vessel for him to fill with cum. She barely even stirred as David finally emptied his balls inside of her.

  And then still staring at her face – still paranoid that his wife would wake up in horror – David pulled his softening cock from his wife’s tight depths and rolled off her unconscious body.

  He lay on his back on the bed, chest heaving, gasping for air.

  My God, he thought, that had been incredible.

  As it always was after orgasm, he started to feel himself grow drowsy. He had the wherewithal to lean over his wife’s sleeping body and throw the covers back over her before his eyes closed and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

  Chapter Four

  The next morning, David awoke gripped with paranoia.

  Cassie was going to wake up and know what had happened, he felt sure. His beautiful wife was going to realize he’d violated her in her sleep, and then there would be hell to pay.

  Only, she didn’t.

  That morning, just like the previous one, Cassie padded out of the bedroom in her nightgown and stretched like a lazy kitten.

  “Wow,” she purred, as David handed her a bowl of steaming oatmeal. “I slept so well.” She gave a happy little wiggle. “I feel great.”

  And then, to David’s amazement, she sauntered over to where he was standing and grabbed his crotch – squeezing his cock and balls right through the thin fabric of his slacks.

  “You know what?” Cassie purred sexily, looking her husband direct in the eye. “When I woke up this morning I was sopping wet down there,” her eyes fell downward, towards her crotch. “I was so wet, I must have been having some very sexy dreams about you.”

  David grinned nervously. Oh, she was wet and gooey down there, alright. But he’d had more than a little to do with that himself.

  But apparently Cassie was none-the-wiser; and she trotted off to work whistling a happy tune, as relaxed and cheery as David had ever remembered seeing her.

  As he looked out of the kitchen window, and watched her drive away, his cock throbbed at the memory of the previous night.

  She hadn’t remembered a thing, David realized.

  Which meant he could do it again tonight.

  As soon as those thoughts had appeared inside his brain, he felt himself grow hard again. The feeling of her soft skin and supple body was fresh in his memory. Blowing his load deep inside her tight little pussy had been amazing.

  He couldn’t wait.

  * * *

  That night ended like the night before.

  Exactly one hour after Cassie had headed off to bed, to listen to her hypnosis tape, David stripped out of his clothes and tip-toed into her room.

  Of course, he was a little more confident this time. Immediately, he threw back the covers and exposed her beautiful naked body. He was a little rougher, too, fingering her until Cassie’s tight little pussy grew moist and slick.

  And then, hard-on raging, David climbed between his unconscious wife’s legs and aimed the head of his swollen cock for her dewy pussy.

  Fuuuuck, she felt good. As each inch of David’s straining erection slid into his wife’s tight wetness, his eyes rolled up into his head and he groaned in pleasure. She was so tight, and so wet. Just like the night before, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.

  But this time, David took his time as best he could. He lifted his wife’s knees, so he could plunge even deeper inside of her. He squeezed her tits, to feel the supple firmness between his fingers. He revelled in the feeling of power, as he fucked her like she was a helpless slave to his desires.

  And as his balls churned, and he felt his orgasm building, he thought about the tape she was listening to – the one he could still vaguely hear reverberating through her tinny headphones.

  Cassie had told him she was trying to ready her womb to get pregnant.

  So in some ways, David was only doing something a little more proactive about it than listening to audiobooks.

  As she lay there, trying to “reprogram her fertile cycle to be more receptive” by listening to her tapes, he was seconds away from blowing a load of his hot, powerful seed into her willing, fertile cunt; and making their wished-for preg
nancy more of a possibility.

  And just the thought of that tipped him over the edge.

  “Oh, fuck, yes,” he found himself groaning, not even caring that he might wake her up. “Oh fuuuuck yes.” And then he exploded; spurting powerful jets of wetness into Cassie’s body and feeling her pussy clench hard in response to his thrusts.

  Finally, balls drained, David flopped onto the side of the bed and lay gasping for breath.

  Did he just knock her up?

  After months of trying, were these nocturnal trysts what were going to solve their infertility crisis?

  David didn’t know the answer to that – but he knew that what he was doing was far more likely to solve the problem than listening to tapes would.

  He knew it so-much-so, in fact, that just the thought made his drained, flaccid cock throb.

  He wondered how long it would be before he was ready to go again – and if his gorgeous wife would still be unconscious when he was.

  And twenty minutes later, he found out for himself that she would be.

  * * *

  The third night mimicked the second. And the forth.

  In fact, in every one of the seven days since David had first fucked his unconscious wife, he’d repeated the experiment – sometimes more than once.

  Finally, after months of frustration, he’d found an outlet for his sexual urges – and, each morning, Cassie would awaken refreshed, relaxed, and seemingly none the wiser.

  It all seemed too good to be true.

  And, as it turned out, it was.

  Chapter Five

  On the last Friday of every month, the guys from work went out for Happy Hour.

  David wasn’t always too enthusiastic about this, but he went along every month because it was a good opportunity to meet other people at the company he worked for – stuck in his cubicle each day, he didn’t get much of a chance to get out.

  That particular Friday, things were getting rowdy.

  Towards nine o’clock, people from the sales department and finance peeled off; heading back to their wives and their kids. David was about to make similar excuses, when Brandon from I.T. swaggered over.

  “Yo, yo – David,” the imposing black man barked. 6’2” and 250lbs, Brandon Brown was a broad-shouldered and thick-necked character who looked a little like a strategically-shaved black bear. “C-can you give me a ride home tonight?” He hiccupped. “The guys back there say I’ve had too much to drink.”

  David had spent his entire life with an inability to say “no.” Tonight was no exception.

  “Er… Sure,” he shrugged. “Are you ready to go? I was just about to leave.”

  “Fuuuck, no!” Brandon rolled his big, brown eyes. “I just ordered some shots. You want one?”

  David really didn’t – but that inability to say “no” hit him again, and before he knew it he was being ushered over to a booth and handed a shot of Jack Daniels.

  And that’s when things started to get messy.

  * * *

  David wasn’t much of a drinker – and although he’d been able to refuse the next round of shots, on account of “I’m driving”, he still ended up sipping a beer and feeling kind of buzzed.

  A little woozy, he listened to Brandon from I.T. and his raucous buddies exchanging stories.

  “So one time, right,” Brandon was regaling them with tales of his days making house-calls as a computer repairman, “I knock on the door to this guy’s house to fix his computer, right? And his wife answers the door buck ass naked.”

  There were howls of laughter from his buddies in the I.T. department.

  “The way I figured it, she was just horny – and her computer ‘breaking’ was just an excuse to get a well-hung brother over to do what her husband wasn’t!”

  More howls of laughter.

  “Oh, I gave her my hard drive, alright,” Brandon roared. “And before I left, I uploaded all over her fat ass!”

  That moved the conversation on towards wives in general, and a few of Brandon’s colleagues expressed frustration similar to what he’d experienced.

  “Ever since the kid was born, my wife just ain’t interested,” a technician called Lou complained.

  “It’s Friday nights or nothing,” a guy called Ted complained, “if I bring home flowers – and I’m lucky.”

  Brandon rolled his eyes.

  “Man, this is why I got divorced. Putting up with that shit?” He swigged his beer. “No fucking way.” The big, black man turned to David. “So, B-man. How’dyou get over your wife saying ‘no’?”

  Maybe it was the beer. Perhaps it was the shot. Most probably, it was because David felt not a little pride in getting more tail than any of the men sitting at the table. In any event, he shared his little secret.

  “I get some every night,” he boasted. “Sometimes more, if I’m in the mood.”

  Every man at the table – including the swaggering Brandon – turned and listened to David at that point.

  “See, she listens to these hypnosis tapes, right?” David was digging the attention, and swallowed his reluctance to share these personal details. “She lies down, and it just out cold. So if I want some?” He winked in an attempted display of suave confidence. “I just go in there and take it.”

  “You mean, she just lies there?” Ted asked in hushed tones.

  David nodded. “She’s out cold. I could bring one of you guys home to look at her, and she’d never even know.” He raised his glass. “Here’s to that, right?”

  The rest of the guys raised their glasses and chinked. All except Brandon. David didn’t notice at the time, but Brandon was staring at David particularly intently; uncomfortably so.

  In no short time, the conversation had shifted course, and the I.T. guys were discussing which female member of the sales team had the nicest breasts.

  David sat back and didn’t say anything; still wallowing in his moment in the spotlight. As a textbook introvert, it wasn’t often he felt like the centre of attention; even if it did come at his wife’s expense.

  At close to nine, the guys at the table started to disperse and David used that as an excuse to tell Brandon: “We’ve got to leave.”

  At first the big black man complained – but when it came apparent that nobody else was hanging back, or (more importantly) buying any more shots, he reluctantly grabbed his coat and followed David to the door.

  A few minutes later, they were rolling down Route 110 in David’s Camry.

  David was annoyed. He wished he’d had the balls to tell Brandon “no” when he’d demanded a ride home. Brandon lived on the other part of town; and David actually had to drive past his own house to get the big guy home.

  But while that was inconvenient, Brandon was at least making the trip entertaining.

  “So you know that cute little intern last summer?” Brandon boasted. Alison had been a tiny slip of a girl – 98lbs soaking wet and from a hugely overprotective Jewish family. “I fucked her.”

  David’s eyes widened and he gripped the steering wheel harder.

  “No way,” he scoffed. “She was such a good little girl! She went home early every Friday for shabat and everything!”

  Brandon laughed heartily.

  “It’s the quiet ones you gotta watch out for, brother! She pulled my pants down in the server room and boy can that girl suck dick.”

  Brandon nudged David so hard in the ribs when he said that, that the car swerved into the other lane.

  “So,” Brandon continued. “Is it true what you said about your wife? That those hypnosis tapes lay her out so cold you can fuck her without her waking up?”

  David started to feel a little awkward about admitting that, but he felt pressured to respond. “Y-yeah,” he stammered. “Pretty much every night.”

  “And you said you could take one of us guys home to look at her and she wouldn’t even wake up?”

  David’s stomach knotted when he heard Brandon say that.

  “Y-yeah, I guess.”
/>   “Damn, brother! You gotta let me see that shit!”

  “Oh no,” David shook his head. “No way.”

  “Aww, c’mon, man. I know we drive right by your house. Let’s just stop in for a second, and let me get a look at that good lookin’ wife of yours while she sleeps.”

  “Hell, no!” For the first time in his life, David was actually standing up to somebody.

  Brandon noticed this, and changed tactics.

  “I’ll tell you what,” he offered soothingly. “How ‘bout I call a cab and get it to pick me up from your place. Saves you the trip across town, right?”

  David said nothing. That would save him forty minutes of driving.

  “We’ll go in, grab a beer, and you can show me your sleeping wife’s titties, and then I’ll be on my way.”

  David had drunk just enough to think that this wasn’t such a bad idea.

  “Hey, I’ll even tell you what,” Brandon added. “You let me see your wife’s bazongas, and maybe I can do you a favor at work in return. Got anything in mind?”

  David’s eyes widened. As a matter of fact, he did.

  His boss was a huge sports freak, and had been bitching about the new company firewall blocking his coverage of the golf, football, baseball or whatever other sport he was passionate about that week.

  If he could get those sites unblocked…

  “Okay,” David said. “How about this?” He outlined his plans.

  Brandon listened, nodding.

  “Okay, brother. You got yourself a deal. Now you got some beer at home, or do we have to stop by a liquor store on the way to your house?”

  Chapter Six

  David parked his Camry outside his little condo, and they stood in the cold for a moment while Brandon called the local cab company and booked himself a taxi.

  “It’ll be here in fifteen minutes,” the big man nodded, snapping shut his phone. “Just enough time to down us a cold one and get a look at that good-looking wife of yours.”

  David led Brandon up the steps and unlocked the front door.