Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

... but I knew Todd lasted far more than a few minutes. He took my legs and put them on his shoulders. I did yoga in the gym every once in a while, but I didn’t think I would be flexible enough for this position. He didn’t give me any time to object. He moved forward and plowed his cock deep inside of me. Each thrust caused my whole body to shake. My moans became screams as he hit the right angle. I wanted to be quiet. I didn’t want to wake up the people in the next room and be interrupted by a hotel employee with a noise complaint. However, I couldn’t help myself. My husband never fucked me like this and the pleasure quickly became surreal. My whole body filled with an intense feeling of bliss. My body went stiff and his next thrust sent me over the edge. I climaxed with a loud scream and my nails digging into his back. Wave after wave of pure ecstasy flowed through me. I had forgotten sex could feel so good. I had forgotten what it felt like to orgasm from sex alone. After a short series of wild and out of control thrusts, he stopped deep inside of me. A deep moan and he erupted. His cock exploded inside of me, pumping his cum directly into me. He let my legs go, then collapsed on to the bed next to me. Both of us breathing hard and covered with a layer of sweat. “Okay,” I said, “I need to know one thing.” “Anything baby.” “How much did this room cost? You know we don’t have the money for this. Did you put it on a credit card?” The smile on Paul, my husband’s face faded away. ...

... “Stop worrying. I signed a nice sized contract today with the city. It’ll more than pay for this.” “But we don’t have the money in our bank account now.” “Way to bring us back to reality. I put it on the credit card. By the time it’s due, we’ll have the money.” “I’m sorry, it’s just been stressing me out. I hate living paycheck to paycheck.” “The winter was slow, but this is turning into a good year.” We lay there quietly, lost in our thoughts and not sure what to say next. Both of us still breathing heavier than normal. “Why didn’t you wear that dress I bought for you?” “That black dress? Did you save the receipt? I tried it on. It didn’t exactly fit.” “I’ll bet it did. You would’ve looked so fucking hot in it.” We became silent again. I broke the silence this time. “Why don’t you go down on me like that every time?” “I don’t know if you’re joking or if you’re serious and mad at me.” “I’m not mad at you.” “Then how come you’ve never sucked my cock like that before?” “I’ve never heard you talk like that before.” His initial response came in the form of his hand on my thigh. He slid it up my leg, reigniting the flame inside of me. “You really turned me on. What can I say?” “I can say the same thing.” This had become a recurring fantasy for him over the past six months. I went along with it, but it was definitely more his thing than mine. It started after a night out with my girl friends that ended with my friends and I dancing the night away. When I came home, I woke him up ...