Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

... against me, to the point it started to hurt. “Was that all you did with him?” Again, I didn’t answer right away. Part of me scared about where this was going. Part of me extremely turned on. The damp fabric of my panties clung to me. “That wasn’t it.” He backed away and it made my heart sink. Then he turned me around and pressed my chest against the wall. He pushed his cock against my ass. My heart stared to pound ten times harder. I may not know where this was going, but I wanted more. “Like this?” “Yes,” I said then closed my eyes. “Did he touch you with his dirty hands?” Our bedroom had become so quiet, I wasn’t used to him talking like this. “Just on my waist.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, he wanted to do more, but he wanted to get laid and didn’t want to ruin his chances by being too aggressive.” “Did you fuck him?” “God no.” I started to turn around, but he used his hands to keep me facing away from him. He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down just past my knees. He didn’t bother with my thong. He just pulled the fabric to the side, then guided himself into me. I didn’t think I was ready yet. It had all happened so fast. Yet I felt soaking wet and he slid deep into me. He gripped my waist tight and thrust himself hard into me. I held on to the wall for support. If I hadn’t, he would’ve knocked me off my feet. His thrusts came quick and intense. It reminded me of when we first dated and couldn’t get enough of each other. For a while it seemed like anytime we found ourselves ...

... alone for a few minutes, we took advantage of the time with at least a quickie. He nibbled on my ear. He manhandled my breasts through my top. Each touch from him just multiplied the sexual energy inside of me. Within a few minutes, my breathing became heavy, and I started sweating and moaning loud enough where I worried the neighbors might hear. I felt it building up inside of me. When I went out, I never thought my night would end up like this. His thrusts became wild as my moans became screams. I went stiff. The pleasure wove throughout my body and took complete control. He gripped my breasts as he exploded into me. His cum flowed into me as my orgasm hit its climax. When I opened my eyes, I found myself slouched against the wall. He had fallen on to me. “Wow, we need to do that more often.” “I agree,” he said then pulled himself out of me and went back to bed. I cleaned up and washed my face before I joined him in bed. I climbed into bed naked, but he just held me. The next morning he had already left for work by the time I woke up. We didn’t talk about it and that just left more questions in my mind. They all focused around one main subject. Was he turned on by another man dancing with me? It took a couple of more encounters like that before the answer became concrete in my head. The next time at a charity fundraiser event where he caught another man flirting with me. We didn’t make it home right away that night. We ending up having sex in the backseat of our SUV in the ...