Your Cheating Hot Wife

by Willow Haze

  Your Cheating Hot Wife

  Willow Haze

  Copyright © 2017

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  Chuck made it abundantly, if subtly, clear what she had to do to get promoted. She didn't want to spread for him. She wanted a promotion because she earned it, not because she fucked the boss.

  God, what a miserable way to live!

  Frank's pickup truck was in the driveway when she got home. Carol collapsed on the couch and kicked off her shoes. Her feet hurt. Her back felt like it was on fire. Her head ached. Just what Frank wanted to hear!

  They really had to do something. The only time they had together was on the weekend, and then they were so busy doing chores and shopping, they had little time for each other.

  The house was too quiet. She felt a momentary, but potent, pang of loneliness. She sighed and shrugged off the feeling. Frank had to be home. His truck was parked in the driveway. He was probably in the den, playing with his computer. She opened the door to the den and stopped dead in her tracks.

  The appalling scene that greeted her bombarded her senses. Cynthia Parker, the young wife who lived next door, sat on the edge of the desk, naked. Frank was standing in front of Cynthia, also naked. His hand was hidden between her legs. His tongue was avidly licking her nipples. Her hand was wrapped around his stiff prick.

  Carol's mind reeled. She wanted to scream. In anger. In frustration. In fear. But not a peep came from her mouth. The dreadful constriction in her throat silenced her voice.

  "God, baby, I need to fuck you," Frank mumbled between licks. "Carol doesn't give me much pussy any more."

  You son of a bitch! Who said I had to work so we can afford this fucking house? The words screamed in Carol's mind, but she couldn't speak them out loud. You can fuck me anytime you want, and you know it! Hell, I'd let you fuck me on the front lawn with all the neighbors watching if I wasn't so damned tired all the time.

  "Yeah, she doesn't know what she's missing," Cynthia muttered. "I love the way you fuck. I can't think of anything but your cock from one time to the next."

  Frank knelt down and pushed Cynthia's legs apart. Only Carol's eyes and lungs worked. And her lungs seemed barely functional. Her eyes followed her husband as he sank to his knees and began to lick the young woman's pussy.

  "Oh, yeah, lover, lick my cunt!" Cynthia urged. "God, I love your tongue!"

  So do I, you little bitch! But we never have time for him to lick my pussy any more!

  Frank slid both hands into Cynthia's crotch, pulled her pussy lips open, and licked every inch of the exposed pink flesh. She put one hand behind his head and caressed it lightly as she tilted her head down, watching raptly as his tongue slithered up and down her seam.

  Carol stood in the doorway, one hand on the door knob, and watched with repugnant fascination. Her brain refused to transmit any signals to her muscles so she could move, or to her throat so she could speak. She had the bizarre sense of watching a movie, not real flesh and blood people. One of whom was her husband!

  Do something! Carol thought desperately. Stop them! God, why can't I move? He's going to fuck her, and I can t do a fucking thing about it! I don't want him to fuck her!

  Frank looked up at Cynthia's face and muttered, "Your pussy tastes so good, baby."

  "You always say that," Cynthia replied flirtatiously. She grinned happily and hunched her ass closer to the edge of the desk.

  "Only because it's true. I've never tasted a more delicious pussy."

  You lying son of a bitch! You used to tell me the same thing!

  "This sure beats fucking in the front seat of your truck," Cynthia said. "Carol won't catch us, will she?"

  "Forget about Carol, baby," Frank sneered. "No telling when she'll be home. She spends more time at work than she does with me. I don't think she-likes to fuck any more. Just relax and cum all you want to."

  Liar! How can you tell such whoppers with a straight face? God, men will say anything to get a piece of strange ass!

  "Oh, goody!" Cynthia squealed softly. "I love to cum."

  "Don't I know it! You're like a fucking machine gun when you start cumming."

  Carol seethed. Their words burned her ears. She had no idea that Frank was being unfaithful to her. Not only was he screwing another woman, he had the unmitigated gall to bring the little bitch into their home. Her home! The only thing worse was to have caught them in her bed! And she couldn't do anything to stop the revolting, provocative disgusting spectacle taking place before her eyes.

  "Say it again," Frank urged. "Come on, baby, tell me you want me to eat your pussy."

  "Oh, yeah, lover!" Cynthia gurgled. "Eat my pussy! Lick it all over! Your tongue feels so good. Nobody eats my pussy the way you do. You know all the spots to make it feel so wonderful."

  Bitch! Why don't you stay home and fuck your own husband? If he doesn't know how to eat pussy, teach him! Don't come over and steal my husband! Go home, bitch!

  Frank took his time licking Cynthia's pussy, proving to her that he deserved her compliment. Starting just in front of her asshole, he wiggled the pointed tip of his tongue through her slit all the way to the top. His tongue danced around her clit, then snaked back down to her wet hole. He flattened his tongue and swept it up and down her steamy gash.

  Cynthia held his head with one hand and hunched at his mouth. She moaned and sighed and cooed continually as the wonderful feelings she cherished radiated from her crotch to permeate her entire body.

  He separated the lips with the tip of his tongue and gently sucked each one, nipping it lightly with his teeth. Her ass squirmed on the desk. Her moans increased, getting louder and louder as his tongue went faster. Then his tongue settled on her rigid pleasure button and teased it with light strokes.

  Cynthia's breath escaped from her lungs with a whoosh. "Oh, yeah, baby! Your tongue feels so fucking good! Oh, God, lover, you know I always cum so hard when you lick my clit!"

  Frank paused momentarily and looked up at her.

  "That's what you want, isn't it?" he asked.

  God, that's what I want! Carol thought. Why can't I go over there and make him lick my pussy instead of hers? Why am I just standing here, letting him give her pleasure that should be mine?

  "Ooooooooo!" Cynthia moaned. "Mmmmmmm. Yeahhhhhh! Make my pussy explode, lover! Make me cum the way only you can! Ohhhhhh, I love to cum when you lick my clit! I love your tongue, baby! Love it!"

  So do I, you little bitch! You're getting what's rightfully mine! Why doesn't he give it to me instead of you? Why do I stand here and punish myself by watching him lick your pussy?

  Frank went back to his pleasurable task, directing his attention only to Cynthia's clit. He circled the bud with the tip of his tongue, then licked it avidly. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and buried his mouth in her sexy little nether mouth.

  She draped her legs over his shoulders and wiggled her ass as he brought her closer and closer to her release. The muscles in the back of her neck tensed and tilted her head back. Her mouth hung open. Steady moans and whimpers poured from her throat. When she came, she grabbed his head with both hands, locked her legs around his neck and humped her ass furiously. Her screams of deliverance sounded like a mixture of torment and rapture.

  Carol co
ntinued her sneaky observation of the revolting scene, still unable to move a muscle.

  Watching the little bitch cum on Frank's tongue froze her brain. She couldn't even think, much less act.

  "Fuck me, baby," Cynthia moaned. She opened her legs and pushed at Frank's head. "Fuck me from behind, the way I like it. Please, lover, fuck me now! I've got to feel your big cock in me!"

  She put her feet on the floor, spun around and faced the desk. She leaned over, folded her arms on the edge of the desk and looked over her shoulder at him, gyrating her ass impatiently. Her long blonde hair hung down around her face, obscuring it.

  He stepped up behind her, used one hand to guide the head of his prick to the entrance of her cunt, and took a half-step forward.

  "Oh, God, yessssss, baby!" Cynthia howled. "Shove it to me, lover! Give me all of your wonderful cock! Fuck my brains out!"

  He grabbed both of her hips and levered his hips forward, burying his cock to the hilt inside her slick gap in one fell swoop. His hips worked back and forth smoothly, two well-oiled pistons putting out full power as he fucked the horny little housewife briskly. He drove his cock in and out of her, using the full length of his rod to probe the depths of her tight love tunnel.

  Carol's emotions abruptly underwent a dramatic change. Up to the moment her husband stuck his prick in the thieving little slut from next door, she had hoped their repulsive tryst would stop with him licking Cynthia's pussy. She knew better. Knew he would eventually fuck the little bitch.

  If he had stopped with just eating Cynthia's pussy, she might not have felt so betrayed. Now, he had committed the ultimate act of dishonesty. She no longer felt frozen, but still couldn't bring herself to make her presence known. In a perverse way, the sight of her husband fucking another woman fascinated her.

  She watched her husband's muscles ripple as he fucked Cynthia. She was short, barely five feet tall, and he had to bend his legs to keep his dick in her. Carol wondered how long he could hold the awkward position.

  "Oh, yes, lover! Fuck me! Oh, yeah, your cock is so fucking good!" Cynthia groaned over and over. Her voice wavered from deep contralto to an almost shrill soprano.

  Carol understood only too well the pleasure Cynthia was experiencing. Frank's cock was pretty thick, and real long. Each time he thrust all the way into Cynthia, Carol could visualize what was happening inside the girl's cunt. A sensation of penetrating, passionate resentment flared through her as she thought of the glorious pleasure her husband's cock was giving the horny little housewife.

  Bewilderingly, she realized her own pussy had soaked the crotch of her panties. Fiery tendrils of carnal hunger made every nerve ending in her body tingle. Her outrage mounted, nearly overwhelmed her. How could such a repulsive scene excite her? She had to be perverted!

  She noted the reddish blush of acute sexual excitement spreading over Cynthia's upper body, and knew she was going to cum again. Unconsciously, she looked at her tits. They were big, too big for her body, and soft. They flopped all over the place as Frank banged her pussy. Her nipples were rigid and sharply pointed, confirming that her orgasm was imminent.

  Frank clung to Cynthia's hips and plowed her fertile furrow with long, hard strokes, lifting her up on her toes each time he slammed all the way in. Sweat covered his body. The exertion of keeping his knees bent so he wouldn't ride too high on her ass and pull his cock out of her hot hole showed on his face.

  To relieve some of the pressure, he gripped both of Cynthia's legs and pulled them up to his waist. He held her like a wheelbarrow and fucked her faster, driving his cock in and out of her with enough force to rock her body back and forth.

  Cynthia stretched her arms out and clawed the top of the desk. Her body twisted and contorted, writhed and undulated as Frank fucked her toward another superb climax. Her wails became louder, then her body went into convulsions as her sex gun began to fire relentlessly. He continued to fuck her with mighty thrusts, driving her beyond the peak, into the never-never land of sexual satiation.

  His legs gave way. He sank slowly to the floor, pulling her down with him with his hard cock still lodged deep inside her greedy snatch. Her arms slid across the slick desk top. When her hands reached the edge, she propelled herself backwards, knocking him onto his back. His breath whistled out and his back hit the floor with a dull thud.

  She wasn't finished with his dick. It was still hard, still lodged way up her cunt. She couldn't ignore such a stupendous combination. She sat up very straight, facing his feet, and began to fuck him. She got her feet under her, squatted over his loins and levered her ass up and down swiftly, sparking herself to yet another orgasm on his prod. One hand went to her tits, pinched and pulled at her bloated buds. Her other hand slid into her crotch. Two fingers slipped between the lips of her cunt, captured her clit and wiggled rapidly.

  Carol's eyes followed the horny young housewife's hand into her crotch. She had a perfect view between Cynthia's legs. The girl would surely have seen her if she had looked up.

  Frank had always told Carol how much he liked the thick forest of hair between her legs. Whatever amount of hair Cynthia once had around her pussy, all she had now was a dark blonde topknot and a bare crotch. Carol watched her husband's cock appear when Cynthia lifted her ass and disappear when she sank back down. She still had the feeling she was watching a movie of two people fucking. That wasn't her husband under the slutty little blonde. It was someone else, two strangers putting on a private show just for her benefit.

  Frank lay still for several minutes, letting Cynthia ride his cock. When she stopped playing with her nipples and clit and put her hands down on the floor so she could work her ass up and down faster, he put his hands on her hips and began thrusting up to meet her.

  After a couple of false starts, they got their act coordinated. Cynthia's sheath slid up and down his rod as her ass zipped up and down. Her hot hole went from one end of his prick to the other, alternately swallowing the long piece of meat and spitting it out, hanging onto his cockhead on the upswing.

  Carol had never seen another couple fuck. Except one time in a movie Frank brought home to show on their new VCR. Her reaction had been one of indifference. It turned Frank on, though. So much they had one of their better fucks the moment the movie ended. She wasn't indifferent to the act being carried out before her in living color. She didn't understand why, but she was getting so turned on it hurt!

  Cynthia's ass became a blur of motion. Her whimpers and squeals of elation filled the room. The lewd sounds assaulted Carol's ears, turning her on even more. Her own juice soaked the crotch of her panties. She remained frozen in place, however, unable to do anything about her passions. She didn't know what to do about them in any case!

  Frank thrust harder as his own climax came closer. Cynthia rode his prick like a champion, taking all the cock he could give her and loving every second of it. Her body went into nearly impossible contortions when she started cumming. She couldn't articulate any words. Incoherent, guttural babble poured from her open mouth.

  She felt his cum gush into her burning depths and tried to continue fucking him. She succeeded only in squeezing and relaxing her cunt muscles around his prick. The frantic action of her tight sheath intensified the pleasure for both of them as he pumped into her with hard strokes that bounced her ass up and down.

  Carol knew that Frank had shot his wad. She thought his disgusting coupling with his little bitch had come to an end. She was wrong. Her eyes widened in surprise when Cynthia dismounted and she saw his prick. The damned thing was still hard! And thoroughly coated with a combination of his cum and juice from the thieving little blonde's pussy.

  Cynthia knelt by Frank and wrapped one dainty hand around his shaft. She put her mouth over his cockhead and locked her lips just below the crown. She jacked him full tilt as she exerted a slight sucking pressure in her mouth.

  Carol was livid with indignation and suppressed rage. Frank's cock rarely stayed hard after her came in her pussy or her mout
h! He always told her that he had to rest before he could give her a second shot.

  Cynthia's attributes definitely didn't measure up to hers. The girl's floppy tits certainly didn't compare to her firm 36D's. The damn things were as soft as bread dough. And her body definitely wasn't as voluptuous.

  Frank lied! He said he preferred hairy pussies and lush bodies. He repeatedly told her he liked the thick lips of her pussy. Cynthia's physical attributes fell far short of her standards. Yet there he was, his prick still hard, getting ready to cum again in scant moments as the little bitch eagerly sucked his cock and jacked him off. The affront was simply more than a deprived wife could endure!

  Carol's inert muscles came to life. She whirled and left the room, slamming the door behind her with a loud bang.

  She went straight to the phone. Two could play her cheating husband's revolting game! She deserved a promotion without having to buy it, but if that was the way the world worked, so be it. She had tried using her head. To no avail. Now she would try using her ass and see how that worked.

  CHAPTER TWO

  "Chuck, this is Carol. Can you get away for a while?"

  "I suppose so," Chuck replied. "What's up?"

  "Meet me in the bar at the Blue Heaven Motel. I want to talk to you about my promotion." She knew he understood what she meant.

  "How do you know about the Blue Heaven?"

  "Oh, word gets around. You can't keep your activities secret in an office. Most every girl you've taken there has talked about it. Are you interested?"

  "Damn right I am!" he exclaimed. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

  Carol wished she had time to take a quick shower. If she did, Frank might catch her. She put on her shoes, got her handbag and left before he knew she was home.

  Chuck was waiting for her. She sauntered across the room, her unfettered tits jiggling enticingly and shapely legs flashing. She looked directly at him and smiled shyly. He jumped up so fast, he nearly knocked his chair over. He pulled a chair out and held it for her.