CHEATING | CHEATING WIFE

Cheating With My Neighbor

I made sure to let him feel my wedding ring as I stroked him. He had told me he liked to feel it against his skin when he fucked me, and those words had pushed buttons in my mind I didn’t even know where there.

This is a bonus story for the book “Cheating On Valentine’s Day”. The action takes place after the events in the book and contains minors spoilers. If you want to read the story first, you can find it HERE.

“Hey, babe!” My husband, Jack, greeted me as I got home. “I’m headed to the store, we ran out of snacks,” he said, giving me a quick kiss.

“We?”

“Yeah, Alec is here, too. We bumped into each other earlier when I came back from work, and I invited him over for a game night.”

Damn, hearing his name alone summoned a wave of arousal within me. I blushed, remembering those filthy moments from a few days ago, when I cheated on Jack with Alec.

My inner slut danced inside me, and I probably should have felt a glimmer of remorse, but I didn’t. My pussy ached, and my mind was already jumping from plan A to plan B and C, trying to suss out the chances for some more naughtiness.

Was I a bad wife for smiling at my husband while thinking about being ravished by my well hung, sexy neighbor? Maybe, but that no longer mattered to me.

I had felt amazing when I’d sneaked around with Alec, the risk of being caught and the forbiddenness of everything leaving my inner kitten longing for more morally wrong, filthy moments.

“Okay,” I told him. “Babe, can you also buy some drinks? Maybe those new energizers.”

“Sure, but it will take me a little longer, I don’t think they have them at the nearby shop, but I can go over to the big one.”

“Thank you, love,” I said, giving him a kiss.

I wished I could say it took me more than a second to throw him out from the apartment or that I had at least an ounce of hesitation or guilt, but that would have been a lie. With a smile on my lips and lewd fantasies in my mind, I shoved my husband out the door, locking it behind him.

As soon as I knew Alec and I were alone in the house, I peeled off my clothes. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror, I smiled, admiring the way my red lingerie set hugged my curves, highlighting my assets.

Alec is going to love this.

I sashayed inside the living room, stopping in the doorway. Alec was still focused on his game, killing pixels on the screen with his barbarian warrior.

I wasn’t exactly sure which was sexier, him or his avatar, but if I had to choose, I wouldn’t have said no to being squeezed between both of them and fucked into oblivion.

“Hey, Alec!”

I leaned against the doorway in what I hoped was a seductive position. Arching, I made sure my heavy tits almost popped up from the small bra.

The way his eyes widened when he looked at me?

Perfect confidence-boost elixir.

I could swear he drooled for a moment there when he studied me. Judging by the tent in his pants, I was going to have his enormous cock inside my pussy in record time.

“I missed you,” I purred, running a hand through my hair.

Alec smiled, giving me another once-over. His eyes lingered for a few moments on the valley between my breasts, and then moved lower, to the swell of my hips.

“Then why won’t you be a good, slutty kitten and show me how much you missed me?”

I bit my lower lip, batting my eyelashes at him. Kneeling, I crawled toward him, arousal zinging through my veins, flooding me faster the closer I got to him.

“Like this?” I asked, stopping in front of him.

I moved my hands over his legs and hovered them above his crotch. Looking into Alec’s eyes, I gave him a playful squeeze and trailed my fingers further along his torso.

“Alma,” he moaned, squirming.

My lover pet my hair, staring at me with lust-filled eyes. His chest felt like marble when I skimmed my palms higher, lifting myself and bending on top of him.

“I missed you,” I whispered against his lips before giving him a quick kiss. “I missed your taste,” I said, undoing the buttons of his shirt and undressing him. “Your touch,” I moaned, dragging my tongue along his abs while I unfastened his belt and pushed down his pants and boxers. “And, oh, yes, I missed this beautiful cock,” I added, grabbing his shaft.

I made sure to let him feel my wedding ring as I stroked him. He had told me he liked to feel it against his skin when he fucked me, and those words had pushed buttons in my mind I didn’t even know where there.

Alec moaned and lifted his hips, shoving himself more into my fist. He throbbed and swelled, making me smile.

The way he was reacting to my simple touch made me feel like a damn queen. I enjoyed the power I felt seeing him so desperate and consumed by his need and knowing I was the one who controlled him, making him act like this.

Leaning closer to him, I gave him a long kiss, my tongue dancing with his. Leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses along his body, I knelt once again, craving to taste my toy.

“Mmmm, you’re delicious,” I moaned, licking his cock in slow, gentle strokes.

I could sniff a hint of mint from the shower products mingling with his masculine scent. The lewd, wet sounds made by my lazy licks were the only ones that could be heard in the room for a few moments.

The taboo and the forbiddenness of the entire situation stoked the flames within me. I was on my knees in front of a man other than my husband, in the living room of the apartment that belonged to both me and the man I had sworn to be faithful to, worshiping the cock in front of me like a needy, desperate whore.

And how was this making me feel?

Empowered. Sexy. Thrilled. Aroused.

It was so wrong, but that was exactly what was turning me on more than I thought it was possible.

Glancing at my lover, I wrapped my lips around his fat cock and started to suck him. He tensed, visible tremors coursing through his body. I focused on my toy, savoring every inch of him.

With every stroke, I welcomed him deeper down my throat, purring in satisfaction around his dick. My pussy ached when he grabbed my hair, urging me to move faster. Obeying him, I doubled down on my efforts, pleasure swirling through my body.

“Alma!” He groaned, his breath growing more labored with every passing second.

I hummed in approval, teasing the underside of his shaft with my tongue. Alec yanked at my hair, pulling me away from his cock. Dragging me onto his lap, he tugged at the fabric of my lingerie, making my thong disappear with a few rough pulls.

“Ride my cock,” he told me, grabbing my hips and urging me to move.

“Someone is being so needy,” I teased, shifting in his lap and teasing him with a dry hump.

“Fuck! Alma!” He growled, lifting me up in the air and trying to impale me on his dick.

Giggling, I guided him inside my pussy, letting out a loud moan while he stretched me. When he was finally completely inside, I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the way he was pulsing and throbbing.

“Damn, you feel so good,” I mewled, squirming but not yet bouncing.

I spared a thought about teasing him a little more, but my own needs overwhelmed me. Bracing my palms on his broad shoulders, I started to ride him in slow movements. Alec pulled me closer to him and darted his tongue over my breasts.

My pulse raced in response to each lazy lick, my breath getting as labored as his. I clamped on his cock every time he gave each of my nipples a gentle bite, sending electric jolts throughout my body.

“God, Alec!”

Squirming and arching, I rolled my hips, rubbing my clit at every stroke. He lavished another rain of kisses, licks, and bites on my breasts. Releasing my tit with a pop, he looked at me, and I gasped when he grabbed my neck and dragged me closer, crushing his lips to mine.

“I’m going to fill this cheating cunt of yours with my seed, and later, when Jack is back, I want you to stay next to him, with my cum inside you,” he told me. “Maybe give him a kiss and hug him tight, right here, on this couch.”

“Fuck!” I moaned, writhing in his arms as I rode him faster, lost in my own pleasure. “Harder, please!”

His words were spurring me on, pushing me toward heights of arousal I never thought were possible. I wasn’t exactly sure what cheating was doing to me, and why I was so turned on by the risk, the forbiddenness, and the moral wrongness, but nonetheless, I knew I was going to enjoy every second of it.

“Can you imagine his face if he walked inside right now and found his slutwife begging like a desperate whore?”

“Oh, God!” I mewled, bouncing on top of him rougher.

Alec released my neck and grabbed my hips, throwing me up and down into a feral rhythm. His enormous cock was hitting my G-spot at every thrust, our moans and groans echoing in the living room.

“Maybe one of these days I’ll breed you. When Jack is at work, with his friends, or running errands, I’m going to fill up your cheating cunt again and again. Do you think he would notice if a child wasn’t his?”

“Fuck!”

Those words almost pushed me over the edge. I dug my fingers into his shoulders, earning myself a hiss and a growl. Bouncing faster, I closed my eyes and arched, taking as much of his cock as possible.

“He has a brother if I’m not wrong, right? Maybe he would like to fuck and breed you, too. Think about it, if he knocks you up, it’s still going to be in the family, right? Or maybe you should fuck his boss, you know, earn him a promotion.”

“Damn!”

I squeezed hard on his cock, wrecked by my orgasm. Aftershocks of my release coursed through me, scorching me from the inside out. Alec let out a loud growl and exploded inside my pussy, coating my inner walls white.

“Fuck!” He panted, spurting rope after rope of cum, the heat spreading throughout me. “God, this was amazing,” he moaned, leaning back against the couch.

I cuddled into him, barely able to breathe.

“Yeah, it was amazing,” I moaned, burying my face into the crook of his neck. “We have to host game nights more often and send Jack away somehow,” I giggled.

“Why send him away? We can let him stay in the living room while I fuck your brains out in the kitchen or bathroom. Or maybe right in your bedroom, in your marital bed.”

“Dammit, do you want to see me coming again?” I laughed.

“Maybe,” he teased, pressing me closer. “I like leaving my naughty slut all spent,” he told me, giving my ass a playful slap.

“Oh, I am. And I think I’ll make sure to have a playdate soon enough.”

I giggled, nuzzling him and I planted a kiss on his neck. Oh, yes, I was planning to have a lot more fun soon enough, both with Alec and others.

And maybe I should give Jack’s brother a call one of these days.

Note: All characters in this story are 18 years old of age or older. This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and dialogues are pure imagination and are not real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.