Cheating Wife: Pt 2
On the drive home my mind was everywhere.
I’d just watched the woman I love give herself so willingly to another man. She’d betrayed me. I was devastated.
But watching her, seeing her take her pleasure. Voyeuristically experiencing the pleasure she gave to him. The pleasure she’d given me so many times. The pleasure I’d thought was out of love and for me alone. Was so arousing.
And how dare she accuse me of such things when it was so obvious now that it had been her cheating all the time. How many of her nights out had resulted in her indulging her inner slut? How many of the people in that pub that I called friends, albeit through my wife, knew she was cheating on me and never said a word. Cunts! The fucking lot of them.
But fuck me was I horny… Yes I was hurt, upset, defeated, angry, really fucking angry! She’d had the temerity to accuse me of cheating over nothing, over meeting with a friend for a coffee who happened to be a woman who I’d known for 20-odd years!
But I was hornier than I had been for a long time. Replaying the image of her playing out her inner-slut with him. Loving it, loving him. It was so exciting. If only she hadn’t ruined us by going behind my back then I would have gladly let her indulge her desires if it came from a place of love. The thought of waiting for her to come home after a date, knowing what she’d be getting up to. Realising that she’d explore herself with others and maybe give them the treats she held back from me. Maybe she’d meet a couple and fuck another woman. Maybe she’d let a group of men use her. Maybe she’d visit a swingers club and just give herself to the lust. Maybe… Maybe… Maybe.
If only I’d known what she was up to those many nights she came home late, slid into bed next to me, cuddled up letting me feel the coolness of her naked flesh against me. She’d spoon me, run her fingers through my hairy chest, gently kiss my shoulder. Rousing me from my sleep so she could ease her conscience with her man. Saying sorry for being a naughty girl without saying sorry.
It all made sense now. She loved me going down on her almost as much as I loved going down on her. It was a regular part of our love making and it wasn’t uncommon for me to please her and then just cuddle up, getting enough satisfaction from knowing she’d been satisfied. But after a night out it was all about me. She’d go down on me, she’d ride me, she’d worship my cock. But she never let me go down on her. She never let me indulge myself. Maybe that was because I would find out that she had another man’s cum in her?
Right… That’s it. She’s had her fun so I’m having mine. We’re done, well and truly over but one last time for old time’s sake? Afterall, she was at her most giving, most indulgent when she was easing her conscience. Why should I deny myself such a “thank you and goodbye” experience?
How I kept on the road during the 4 or 5 mile drive home is beyond me. My mind definitely wasn’t on the road that’s for sure. I’d heard about the pleasures of angry sex. Of being totally selfish and pushing the limits to get what I want. But I’d never been angry at her long enough. She always knew how to be to bring me round and to apologise with her gorgeous femininity. But now I was the kind of angry that changes lives. The kind of angry that wasn’t going to be put out with a kiss or a caress.
I pulled up on the driveway and went in to the house. I had a few hours to kill. On previous form she wouldn’t be home for at least another 3 or 4 hours. I was super horny and would normally put some porn on the big TV in the den if I knew I wouldn’t be disturbed but I was saving this for her. So I mixed myself a large drink I went for a bath. She wasn’t having any excuse for refusing my demands. She will be worshipping my cock and ensuring that I get everything she has to offer. Everything I want. She can ease the hell out of her conscience tonight.
It was nearly 3am when I saw the tell-tale shadows of the lights through the curtains and heard the taxi pull up outside. I hadn’t slept despite being ready in bed for an hour or so. I adjusted myself so I was in my usual sleeping position, ready for her to come creeping.
“Thank you, keep the change.”
What the fuck… That wasn’t her voice. Familiar as it was, it wasn’t her voice. Who the fuck had she brought back to ruin my fun? She owed me the best fuck of my life. She owed me one last dance. How was that going to happen with someone else in the house? Fucking bitch!
But who was it? If it was Sam then maybe a 3-some? Nah! I’m pretty sure Sam would be up for it. She was openly bi and very flirtatious, at least with me she was. I often thought about her and whether the flirting was a window of opportunity or just her nature. She was cute too. Petite and tomboyish with short hair that changed colour each time I saw her. She’d be a great addition to the bedroom gymnastics but no, my woman was far too straight for that.
“Come on Mum, let’s get you inside.”
Shit! It was Ellie. Her daughter. I got out of bed and went to the curtains, being careful not to move them as I peered through the slightest of gaps. Yes, it was Ellie, and her Mum, who was clearly very worse for drink and being practically carried up the drive.
I threw on a dressing gown and rushed downstairs. My desire had given way to rage. Not only had she ruined our relationship but she’d ruined my revenge… I opened the door and met them at the top of the drive.
“What the hell’s going on here?” Ellie looked shocked as she had her Mum’s arm draped over her shoulder, struggling to stand under the dead weight of a woman that could hardly stand up.
I reach forward and grab my ex and lifted the burden of Ellie.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you but I found her like this in the pub so decided she needed to come home.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault mate. Thanks for taking care of her.”
Ellie was a good girl. Good natured, kind hearted, and with a good moral code. Despite some of her “issues” stemming from her Mum and Dad’s own issues, I liked her. On the rare occasion it was just us, we got on well. We laughed and joked and shared the same dry and sarcastic wit. And just before she moved out, I came to be the person she turned to as a distraction from her Mum’s bullshit. I was the calm port in a storm. We’d had our differences when she was younger but that was mostly down to the fact that I came in to her life at a difficult age and she already had issues with her Dad which she then started projecting onto me so we never really bonded. We lived together for a year but I was never her stepdad, just the bloke that paid the bills. And As soon as she turned 16 she was off and living with her boyfriend.
I dragged her Mum’s d*unken and almost passed-out ass inside. I took her to the den and dumped her on the sofa. It was where either of us spent the night during the many rows that had come to punctuate our relationship recently. I removed her shoes and started to undress her. By this time she was almost completely gone and a nasty thought crossed my mind but as soon as it was there it was dismissed. Between Ellie and I we got her undressed and sorted some blankets before switching off the light and closing the door. By this time she was already snoring.
“Thanks for your help Ellie. She was lucky to have you.”
“I was out with Tom and got a weird text off her so I knew she was d*unk. Then Sam called me and said she might need help getting home so I went and got her.”
“Well, she lucky to have you.”
“Why didn’t Sam ring you?” Ellie quizzed.
“No idea, a question for your Mum in the morning.” But I knew why. Sam will have known about the guy she’d been with that night and no doubt my ex had been telling Sam about what an arsehole I was.
I gathered up my exes clothes and took them to the utility room and put them in the laundry basket. When I returned to the dining room Ellie had already left and I could see up the stairs that her bedroom light was on. I looked in on my ex who was snoring loudly and felt very thankful that I wasn’t having to put up with that in my ear tonight. I went up the stairs and paused outside Ellie’s room to say goodnight through the door.
"Night-night" came the reply and I made my way along the landing to my bedroom and got back into bed, resigning myself to an indulgent wank. I got myself ready and stripped naked and got the out of the draw. For most of my adult life I wasn’t aware of how good a lubed up wank was until my ex introduced me to her version of a “posh wank”. Wow! Mind blown… The enjoyment of the actual wank was heightened, the pleasure of the feeling was much higher, and the wank was no longer a race to cum. But when I did give in to the cum, the intensity was huge and lasted a lot longer, and the ejaculation was more. So given that my ex wouldn’t surface until at least midday I had time to enjoy what was left of the evening.
I was already hard and horny from the memories from the earlier events so I started to gently stroke back and forth as I enjoyed the sensation. I was just reaching for the lube when there was a knock at the door. My ex wouldn’t have knocked and given her state would have just fallen through the door and landed in a heap at the foot of the bed. It could only be Ellie.
I quickly pulled the duvet over my nakedness and said to come in.
“I know you must be tired but I just wanted to sorry.” Ellie entered the room and stood at the foot of the bed.
“Don’t be silly, it’s not your fault she got that d*unk and you were a star getting her as far as you did.”
“No, not about that. About how I’ve been with you since you and Mum got together. It’s not your fault but I took it out on you. You’ve always been nice to me but Mum and Dad have been difficult and I blamed you even though I knew it wasn’t your fault.” Ellie confessed.
“You’ve nothing to apologise for. It was difficult and I didn’t know how to deal with it. I tried to connect with you but your Mum was so desperate to control it that I just couldn’t be myself around you so I stopped trying. It wasn’t your fault at all and I’m sorry that you feel like you need to apologise.”
I’d got used to Ellie’s choice of house clothes. And it hadn’t changed since living with her boyfriend. Tight and revealing were the norm. Short shorts, cropped tops, gym wear. The ones that hug every curve and leave very little to the imagination without being obvious. I know I wasn’t supposed to notice her “that” way but she was pretty too. She didn’t really know it though which seemed to add to her appeal and charm. She took after her Dad so was “big boned” so was always bigger than her friends. This made her self-conscious so she was very careful about what she ate and worked out a lot. She didn’t have an ounce of fat on her body but was just bigger than her friends. She also filled out sooner too. The first of her peer group to need a bra and develop boobs. The first to fill out in the hips. And this didn’t help her self-consciousness as she would draw the often unwanted attention of older guys when we went out.
But, for some reason, tonight felt different. Ellie seemed different. She was older now and seemed it. It was 6 months since I’d seen her. 6 months since she left to live with her boyfriend. And maybe it was that 6 months where she’d grown up a little more, matured. But she wasn’t the Ellie I remembered. Her dress sense was still the same though. She’d obviously sensed that whilst it was late I was happy to talk to her so she moved from where she was stood and perched on the edge of the bed on her Mum’s side, twisting herself so she was still looking and could still talk to me.
“That doesn’t look comfortable.”
She laughed. “It’s not, no.”
“You can sit on the bed if you want. If it’d big enough for your Mum’s fat ass then your petite peach of daintiness can easily fit.”
She laughed and shuffled a bit before standing up and climbing onto the bed to sit down properly, facing me cross legged. And that’s when I realised the full extent of her attire. Yes she was in skimpy tight hot-pant type shorts but I hadn’t realised they were satin, or knowing Ellie’s taste for the finer things in life, silk. With her legs crossed she left nothing to the imagination and I was going to have to work miracles to avoid getting caught looking.
I needed to take my mind off it.
“I guess we both got caught in the crossfire a little bit here. Your Mum’s got issues and I naively thought I’d be enough to help her fix them. The last 12 months have shown me that I’ll never be enough. And it seems she also took some of it out on you. I don’t want you to think that any of this is your fault. You’re a good kid…”
“Were… A good kid!” Ellie interrupted.
“Were, a good kid,” I smiled at her as I corrected myself. She definitely wasn’t a kid anymore.
“I know I wasn’t the easiest to live with.”
“Are any teenagers? I’m pretty sure I was a knob when I was a teenager. But, to be honest, aside from leaving the bloody lights on, hogging the bathroom and leaving your stuff all over the place, you were a lot less of a teenager than you could have been.”
Ellie giggled.
“The hardest thing I had to deal with was what you wore about the house. I don’t think you realise what you look like in those short shorts.”
“Do you like them!” She jumped off the bed to pose for me in her satin shorts and gave me a twirl.
“Like them? It’s a good job you’re not a kid anymore given the thoughts they give me.” Oh fuck… What had I just said? Surely that was a step too far. I’d just told my step-daughter that I was having dirty thoughts about her. I was just about to blame it on the drink and the events of the night before she interrupted.
“So you think about my cute ass then do you?” and with that she stuck her bum out towards me.
Where do I go from here…? She was clearly flirting with me. Wasn’t she? She’d come to my room in sexy nightwear and showed herself off when I’d noticed. Was I reading something into this that wasn’t there because I was horny or had another opportunity to get some revenge presented itself?
It’s not like it was wrong. Sure I was old enough to be her Dad, but I wasn’t her Dad. I wasn’t even her stepdad. I was just some bloke she knew through her Mum. She was 18 and clearly not innocent given by the noises that come from her room when her BF stayed over before she moved out…
I decided to chance my arm. Afterall, given her Mum and I were over I probably would never see her again after tonight anyway so it’s not like it would be awkward. I reached over and smacked her bum.
“Ow!” She scolded.
“I’m sorry, come here and I’ll kiss it better.” Our tone was now playful. It was like we’d been when we used to rip each other before she moved out. The mutual apology society session was now concluded and now she was a sexy nymph in my bedroom and I was naked and horny under the duvet. We’d either have fun tonight or she’d leave my room thinking I was a creep.
“Yeah, that’s right. Kiss my ass bitch!”
“Who do you think you’re talking to young lady?”
“I ain’t no lady, sir… This “lady” has probably had more action than you this year given that piece of evidence over there.” She said pointing to the lube on the bedside table.
When had she noticed that? When she walked in? When she sat down? Either way she knew what it was and probably knew why it was there.
“Posh wank was it?” She joked? “I always knew you were a wanker!”
“You cheeky little bitch!” But she was right. Obviously she knew that her Mum and I were very active in the bedroom. Even after several years we’d be at it 5 or 6 times a week. If we didn’t fuck I’d bring her off and she’d posh wank or go down on me. And when she came, she didn’t do it quietly. She had to have heard her Mum several times a week. So when it all stopped, when the rows become nasty, when the rot really set in, I was oversexed and with nowhere to get satisfaction apart from myself.
“It was a good job you moved out when you did. Parading that sexy little ass around as you did and with you Mum failing her womanly duties I might have had to start charging you rent and we all know how you’re paying that with Tom.”
“I am not a whore!” She stood bolt upright with her arms folded which aside from being incredibly cute, showed off her tits nicely. They were a good size. C, maybe a D-cup and very perky. And under her short t-shirt, her little bullet nipples were clearly on show.
“Good, because I’m not paying for it.”
“Oh, but you’ve decided you’re getting it though have you?”
“Looking at those nipples honey, so have you.”
And there it was, the point of no return. She was clearly a little embarrassed. She clearly realise that we’d got to a ‘put up or shut up’ moment and I could sense she wasn’t sure whether she should run off.
Stick or twist? I decided to twist…
“Anyway, I could do with some help with this.” And with that I pulled back the duvet to reveal my nakedness and my hard cock.
She looked. She stared. For a few seconds that seemed a lot longer. Was she going to twist?
And there it was. The tell. The slightest tell but I saw it. She was going to twist. The slightest, almost imperceptible, soft bite of her lower lip.
“If you’re joining in this party, as sexy as it looks, you’re over dressed,” I continued.
She stood motionless. And then lowered her folded arms, hooked a finger into each side of the waistband of her shorts and bent down lowering her shorts as she did. As she stood up, almost in slow motion she revealed her cute and tidy vaginal slit. Completely shaved and the most beautiful pussy I’ve every seen. As I absorbed the view, taking as many mental pictures as I could, Ellie reached up and removed her top, revealing her perky, pert boobs, standing before me completely naked. Her eyes locked mine, she crooked a leg and put her hands out to the side.
“Ta da!” She whispered, almost silent.
My words failed me. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen naked and in-person. She was stunning. Her figure was simply divine, her boobs were pert and round, sitting proudly on her chest. The contours of her waist flowed in and then out again to her hips. And that pussy was heaven on earth.
“Perfect.” The only word I could find to describe her. To describe the moment.
I reached my hand towards her and she stepped forward as she reached for it, climbing back onto the bed as our hands met and our fingers intertwined. She kept coming and within seconds she was kissing me.
The kiss was simple, just two sets of pursed lips meeting and pressing to each other before pulling back slightly and the gentle sound of the kiss. For a few seconds it seemed like that would be it. Maybe she would break away, horrified at the situation. A grim realisation coming over her. But in an instant, all fears of that melted as she moved back in for another kiss, this time with her lips parted slightly, inviting me to do the same. I responded in mind and our mouths opened further as we pushed together, our tongues tentatively moving forward and touching for the first time. With my free hand I started to reach for her and brushed her breast, instinctively cupping it, feeling the hard nipple against my palm before it closed, dragging the fingers gently across the soft, smooth skin. Her nipple nestled between my thumb and finger, almost anticipating the gentle squeeze I gave. Ellie gasped, gently, but it was there.
With the other hand, our fingers still interlocked, I pulled and she glided forward and fully onto the bed. The increased body contact increased the intensity of the kiss, our heads now turning and twisting as we kissed deeper… harder… to the point we were almost trying to devour each other. Ellie bit gently on my lip as a squeezed harder on her nipple and she let out a soft, low moan. She pushed me backwards with her head and I lay down, our hands released their grip allowing her to shift her position and put her leg over me so that she was straddling. A shuffle of our respective bums to find a comfortable position and he lowered her head towards me, her breasts pushing onto my chest as my hand remained in situ cupping her and rhythmically squeezing and then releasing the pressure on her nipple.
We kissed again. Animal in it’s intensity. Primal. Pure lust. My hand released her breast, revelling in the feeling of the taught skin and firm shape before moving to her face and caressing her cheek. Brushing her long hair away from her face and out of mine, she rolled her head quickly to the side, forcing her hair to fall down the other side of her face before she resumed our kiss.
Our hips moved. My hard cock was sandwiched between us and I could feel the wetness of her pussy as her lips rubbed the shaft. Each movement of our hips sent pulses of pleasure from my groin throughout my body. She pressed her self on to me and moved so as to rub against me. She moved up my body slightly, then down, her pussy lips pulling and sticking to my skin. Each rocking movement slightly longer until her lips were touching my exposed gland. And then back away. And then back to the gland. Several times this happened before I grabbed her hips and positioned my pulsating cock against her wet pussy lips.
She stopped, her body seemed to freeze, our lips locked. My hips rose slightly and my cock pressed her pussy. Her eyes closed as she moaned. Her pussy lips parted under the pressure, moistening the head of my cock a little. Then I lifted her hips off. Her lips seemed to kiss at my cock as they closed again. Then again, I pushed my hips up, my cock pushing a little further. Another little gasp as my cock not pressed against her pussy. One push and I would be inside her. Fucking Ellie. Fucking the girl I’d regarded as the forbidden fruit. The girl that had teased me with her curves so amply presented in her tight clothes.
Without warning I was in her. Ellie could resist no longer and forced her hips down, enveloping my engorged penis with her wet pussy, easing me inside her. Only stopping and rising slightly to lubricate my shaft a little more before taking more of me inside her. A few more motions and I was in to the hilt. We both gasped in unison before our lips met again and our ferocious kissing continued. Her hips moving up and down as she rode my cock. Lifting until the head was just inside then pushing down to the base several times. And then several faster motions before slowing down for more long fucks.
Ellie felt fighter around my cock, understandably, than her Mum. And I knew it wouldn’t be long before her effort would be rewarded. I folded my arms over her shoulders and across her back, holding her in a close and tight embrace. She broke off our kiss and moved her to be beside mine, her breathing fast and hard. I raised my legs and in doing so stopped her fucking. Before bucking my hips, slowly at first. Deliberately. And then quickening the pace. Gradually. Steadily. Fucking her. Building to a frenetic rhythm. Hard. My balls slapping as I pumped into her. Her moans were loud in my ear.
“Oh daddy! Yes… Fuck me Daddy. Fuck your little girl. I want to be good for you Daddy. Fuck me please Daddy. I’m yours Daddy. You know I’m yours Daddy. Please don’t stop Daddy…”
Her voice was low and guttural. Somewhere between growling and breathless. A tone I was familiar with. A tone that foretold what was building in her body. The pressure building in her pussy that would soon explode throughout every nerve ending. The tone was familiar. But the words. The words spoken by that voice. The intensity with which it was spoken. That was different. That was naughty. That was wrong. But oh so right.
“You can have me Daddy, whenever you want me. Just take me Daddy. I’ll be your good little girl whenever you want me to be Daddy just please don’t stop.”
The pumping of my cock in and out of that tight wet pussy was furious. Hard. Fast. A constant rhythmic pounding.
“Are you going to cum for me Daddy? Does Daddy’s cock want to film his little girl with cum? Please Daddy. Your good little girl wants your cum inside her. Cum for me Daddy.”
The words. The tone. The tightness. The knowledge of the forbidden. Her hands in my hair, pulling. It was all too much. With each pump of my cock in and out of her beautifully silky wet pussy, the inevitable was closer. My cock was getting harder. My orgasm was getting closer. The tell tale itch was there and Ellie’s gorgeousness was about to scratch it.
“I can feel you Daddy. I want you. I’m going to cum for you Daddy.”
That was too much. My cock swelled as it seemed to hold back the eruption. My own guttural moan building in my chest. The pressure throughout my whole body building until one… final… push… deep inside Ellie. Making sure every inch was inside her as far I could go I erupted. Exploding into her. What felt like jet after jet of cum filling her. Electricity pulsing throughout every fibre of my being. My chest released the pressure through my throat and out of my mouth with a low, deep raw.
“Yes Daddy! Yes! Yes! I’m coming for you Daddy!”
Ellie’s body convulsed at the same time as mine. Holding her tight to my chest with my hand on her head. Our moans and groans combined, my cock still pulsating and a slowing, involuntary rhythm. Our muscles releasing as Ellie relaxed on top of me. Our breathing hard and laboured. Our energy spent.
“I love you Daddy,” she whispered.
“I love you too baby.” |
