by Raven Merlot
“Ohhh…you mean while I was out being a good friend and helping a woman in need? You were screwing around behind my back? How could you?”
“I’m sorry,” Stephanie said shamefully.
“Yeah, you are,” John said spitefully. “Because I’m going to divorce you and throw your ass out on the street.”
“I deserve it,” Stephanie replied, not daring to look him in the eye.
“I mean Jesus,” John ranted. “I’ve never cheated on you. Ever.”
Stephanie looked back up at him. “Ever? Really?”
“EVER,” he said.
“Even with Christa?” she said, staring a hole through him.
“Did I say I slept with Christa?”
“Did you?”
“You know what? I don’t have to defend myself. Not today. You’re the one who told me you cheated on me. This isn’t about Christa, is it?”
“I guess not.”
“So what do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m sorry,” she replied sadly.
“Sorry for what?”
“For cheating.”
“For being a slut, you mean? For cheating on me with that fucker, that loser Connor?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m a cheating slut,” Stephanie said blankly.
“I think you also owe Christa an apology.”
“WHAT?” Stephanie replied, looking angry again.
“Whoa, whoa, don’t get pissed at me. You cheated on me. You don’t get to judge anything I do with Christa from now on.”
“You’re right,” she said.
“You owe Christa an apology for even insinuating that she and I were doing anything before. Now of course, it’s none of your business. I could revenge-fuck Christa all I want and you don’t have any say. You understand that?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I don’t know,” John said in frustration. “I just feel completely betrayed. I want to forgive you…but I don’t know if I can.”
**
“He really said that to you?”
Stephanie’s quizzical look continued, all the way until the next morning when she caught up on the phone with Connor.
“I told you, Connor, I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
“Oh? Is that coming from your husband or you?” Connor said.
“I’m busy at work. What do you want?”
“I need to see you again.”
“No, you don’t. I’m a married woman, Connor. I think you need to reconsider what that really means. I took vows. I meant what I said. I keep my promises…yeah, I fail sometimes. But I mostly keep my promises. I try. You’ll never understand.”
“I do understand,” Connor replied. “A faithful woman stays true to her husband, just as he stays true to her. But John is not a faithful man.”
“It doesn’t matter!” Stephanie shrieked.
“He cheated on you first. And now you slept with me to make it fair. But he still shames you for cheating? Don’t you understand? He hasn’t owned up to anything he’s done.”
“Why is that your job, to make him own up? This is our life together, Connor. You’re not a part of it.”
“I want to be a part of it.”
“NO! There is no us. We cannot see each other anymore.”
“So you don’t want to see me?”
“Right.”
“Okay. So you won’t see me. But the love between us only grows stronger.”
“I’m hanging up now. The next time I see you, it’s only as a friend.”
“I won’t see you at all.”
***
Stephanie woke up the next Saturday morning relieved. She didn’t have to work today. John was going to mow the lawn later on. Christa was wherever the fuck she was, making someone else’s life miserable. Today would be all about HER. Maybe a good smoke, a good book. A day of relaxing.
And maybe a day of fun too?
Stephanie smiled as she felt a stirring under the covers. She knew that familiar sensation. A pair of hot lips puckering up as they grazed against her pussy lips. So perky this morning, so passionate.
John’s oral technique was unmistakable. He always insisted on attacking the clit early on and making sure every nerve was activated, by pulling back the clitoral hood. It was almost too intense to bear, but it always got the job done.
“Oh, honey, you’re on fire this morning…” Stephanie cooed, throwing her head back on the pillow and surrendering to the ecstasy.
“Yeah…” she moaned softly, loving the feeling of his hands pulling her panties all the way down so he could finger and lick her at the same time. “Yes, honey. Eat me the way you do…so good.”
He licked her clit hard, just the way he knew she liked it. He stayed under the covers but ransacked Stephanie’s clit, gladly increasing the rhythm.
“Ohhh God!” she cried, watching helplessly from above the covers as her body spasmed back and forth. “Oh, you like that taste? You like eating pussy, baby?”
He licked her hard, right and left and then up and down, finding the right combination to her orgasm.
“Yes…right there…” Stephanie cried out, looking up at the ceiling and spreading her legs wider. “Eat me…eat me good. Lick me dry…”
Suddenly, her cell phone rang, a familiar sound too. John’s signature ring tone.
“What…what…” Stephanie laughed. “How are you doing that? Are you on the phone under there?”
Stephanie reached over to the counter and grabbed the phone. She played back her voicemail message.
She dropped her mouth open in horror as she heard John’s voice, assuring her that he was just minutes away from arriving home.
“What… What-?”
Stephanie lifted the covers furiously until she found a nude Connor staring back up at her.
“Connor!” she screamed.
“You weren’t supposed to see me.”
“What are you doing? I thought I was making love to-?”
“To your man? Your true love? Your soul mate? Maybe you are.”
“You have to go, sweetie!” Stephanie said with a head shake. “John is just seconds away from walking in that door and he’s going to kick your ass.”
“Tell me you’re not in love with me,” Connor said, looking straight into her heart
“I…I…”
“Tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you.”
“I don’t know, Connor, what any of this means. But I can’t be with you while I’m with him. You have to go. For your own protection.”
Connor looked hesitant. “I don’t like the way this makes me feel.”
“WHAT?”
“We have something together and then you just toss me away, with no regard for how I feel?”
“Fuck you, you knew what you we’re signing up for...”
“Yes. As much of your pussy as I could want. And I want more.”
“Some other time!”
“Some other time? So you do want me.”
“I know you have to get the fuck out of this house!”
“How many times did you stay awake at night, thinking about your husband fucking your best friend? How many times did you want to punish him? Show him how it felt?”
“I DID!” Stephanie said. “And he didn’t take it too well. He was furious. Which is why I’m telling you, you need to go right now! Or else.”
“Or else what?”
Connor shoved her back down flat on the bed and began to finish what he started. He licked and sucked her clit with mad zeal, turned on by the rush of danger.
Stephanie felt it too and flinched her way through another halfhearted rejection.
“Oh God…Connor, I don’t think we should.”
“Yes,” he muttered, still fingering her pussy. “Say my name.”
“Ohhh God…” Stephanie moaned, loving the feeling of wetness and heat, but still looking around the room frantically. “Connor…we…”
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br /> “Just my name. Does John like to call you a whore? Dirty talk?”
“Sometimes…”
“What if I called you something else? A princess? A beautiful woman in the prime of your life? A lady…A sexy, smart and desirable woman? You’re MORE than he deserves.”
“Stop saying that…”
Stephanie cried out as Connor’s tongue pulsated strong licks right in the most sensitive spot of her clit. “Ohhhh! God, I don’t want you to stop but you gotta…he’s coming.”
“No. You’re coming. You’re cumming.”
“No, seriously what if he comes…”
Connor lifted Stephanie’s shirt and clutched her buxom breasts as he worked his way down.
“He’s going to kill you!” Stephanie said, breaking free from the erotic trance.
“No. He won’t.”
Connor spread Stephanie’s legs and found her wet, aching pussy hole. As terrified as she was turned on, Stephanie was game for whatever Connor wanted to do. Fuck her or run for his life, the choice was his.
But Connor was always a man who finished what he started. And he hadn’t had nearly enough housewife pussy to be satisfied.
He shoved his massive, erect cock inside her snatch and inhaled deeply.
“Ohhh, Connor!” Stephanie said, losing all scruples and reacting to him—the man who truly owned her.
Stephanie howled as Connor’s cock rammed into her pussy with a vengeance. Connor fucked hard and fast, pretending for just a moment that he was going to cum quickly and hide in the closet. The way Stephanie might have preferred to prevent conflict.
But Connor didn’t like hiding. And he sure as hell didn’t like rushing things. Once his penis went hard, there was no slowing it down and no hurrying things up. The mammoth had a mind of its own.
“Spread your legs farther, I want to feel your whole cunt. I want to feel every part of you.”
“Ohhh God!” Stephanie cried, obliging and spreading her legs so that she could take more inches. “This is supposed to belong to him.”
“Not anymore. It’s mine.”
“Ungh!” she groaned, taking his cock obediently and grabbing the blankets for dear life.
“You’re so beautiful. You could have any man you want.”
“Yes…”
“But you’re my whore. You’re my girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes…” Stephanie said, staring into his eyes and worshiping his gaze. “I love you…I love you…”
“Do you love me?” he asked, grabbing her by the hair and pounding his cock harder.
“Yes…”
“Prove it.”
“Tell me what to do.”
“Ride my cock. Climb on top of me and ride my cock as hard as you can. Because I want to watch your married tits bounce up and down. That’s what will make me cum the fastest.”
“Okay…” Stephanie said, taking the time to glance at the clock. Something Connor definitely noticed.
Connor smiled as he watched her gorgeously imperfect wifely body climb on top of his lap. Her breasts were big but slightly sagging. She had a tummy and her butt was chunky. But that just made Stephanie more real to him—a wife who belonged to another man. But today, he would own her cunt and make hard love to her entire flawed body.
“Hurry,” Connor said, watching Stephanie carefully sit on his monster cock. He put his hand on her pubic patch, massaging her as she took her position.
“Yeah, I will…” Stephanie said, clueless, figuring maybe by dumb luck John would be a few minutes late. Maybe Connor could run into the closet and then run out again while John used the toilet.
Her anxiety over the accidental meeting hindered her performance, which Connor found unacceptable.
“Ride my cock harder,” he said disapprovingly, as he held onto her tits
“I’m trying…”
“Don’t try. Channel your fear. Your hatred. Your love. All those ambivalent emotions. Ride my cock and let go of what’s inside of you.”
“Ohh God…” Stephanie said, squinting her eyes as she welcomed more of his long dick into her pussy. She started straddling him harder, coming up farther and down lower. Every time she pushed down, more of his hard member would rib her pussy, setting her nerves ablaze.
“Ohhh fuck…Connor…”
“Yeah, fuck me. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked him before.”
“AH!” she screamed, increasing the pace. She rode his cock violently, so hard and fast, she was afraid she would break a lesser man. But not Connor. Even with this fleshy vice grip, she still couldn’t tell where he began and where he ended, in terms of inches. His cock was always just there, pounding into her. God knows from what direction, God knows how long the fucker actually is.
By now John would have cum. Any man would have cum after being manhandled so hard. But Connor was still rock hard and wanting more.
“Is this what you do with your husband? Come on, bitch. Break me. Fuck me harder.”
Connor grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. With his other hand, he rubbed her clit with his fingers, giving her another to scream.
“Ohhh yes…”
“Almost there,” Connor said, shooting his dick into her, just as roughly as she straddled him. His balls slapped against her ass so loud, a sound only rivaled by the squeaking of the bed.
“Ohhhh fuck!” Stephanie screamed, by now slamming her hands against his chest, demanding he cum already. “Come on, motherfucker. We have to finish!”
“I’m almost there,” Connor said.
“Hurry!”
“Hold your tits together. That really turns me on.”
“Ohhh Jesus, we’re really cutting it close.”
Stephanie held her tits together and rode his cock as fast as she could move. She pounded his manhood repeatedly, squatting on her feet, trying anything to hurry the cumshot.
But Connor’s cock was invincible. Every time she increased the penetration speed, she only got wetter while he grew even harder. It was a very pleasant feeling to punish a cock that just wouldn’t quit. But with every passing moment, there was only more anxiety.
“Connor…I’m getting worried.”
“I know what. Turn around. Reverse cowgirl. Because I want to look at your bouncing ass while I fuck you.”