Cheating After Ten Years Of Marriage (Ch 4) - Sex Stories

Cheating After Ten Years Of Marriage (Ch 4)

... for my prize with the right.

I pulled Richard’s dick and balls out of their hiding place. If I hadn't known better, I would have surmised they were the model for my new vibrator. His sausage was a little over eight inches in length and a nice comfortable thickness. It felt just right as I circled its girth, with my fingertips not quite approximating.

Richard placed both hands on my head and brought my face toward his offering. I didn't mind. I wanted him to be in control, total control.

His pee slit was glistening with precum. I extended my tongue and with the tip sampled its salty sweetness. I heard Richard sigh, and I felt his cock twitch in my hand. While keeping the tip of my tongue in contact with his slip, I looked up and locked eyes with his. He opened his mouth and nodded.

I've got to give Richard credit. My guess is that many men would have forced my mouth onto their pricks and then given me a royal face-fucking. I wouldn't have minded it, any more than I would have minded kneeling on the dirty concrete floor to service him. I wanted to be his fuck toy.

I parted my lips and scooted forward on the chair, bringing his velvety cockhead into my mouth and over my tongue.

I bobbed my head up and down, sucking while applying upward pressure with my tongue. I jacked the shaft and added a ring-out-the-dishrag rotational component. It must have had the desired effect, as he moaned, “That's it, Baby. Suck my cock. Jack it. Suck it good.”

I was getting hot. ...

... I used my left hand to hike up my skirt. I plunged my fingers down to the front of my sopping-wet granny panties. I began making small circles over my clit. Even with a layer of damp cotton interposed between my fingertips and my love button, I could feel it hardening.

In order to avoid a loss of focus on Richard’s dick while I masturbated, I tried to synchronize the pace of my right hand jacking and my left hand diddling. I was only marginally successful. I'd never been a gal who could simultaneously chew gum and tie my shoes.

As it turned out, all it took was another “Yeah, suck that cock” to get me over the top.

I stopped sucking and jacking. I held my breath. Then the tsunami began. I shuddered, my thighs involuntarily locked together and my toes spasmed in my flats. Despite having a mouth full of cock, I gurgled out an “Oh, G*d, I'm cumming.”

After two or three minutes, I regained at least a semblance of composure. I pulled Richard’s cock out of my mouth, spittle drooling down my chin. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and looked up at him. “Hey, I'm sorry. I lost control.”

He put his large hands into my armpits and pulled me to my feet. He leaned and kissed me on the forehead, then the nose and then my lips. He didn't linger. He moved on to my neck and left breast, then up to my neck again. He whispered in my left ear, “I've never been so turned on. I need to fuck you.”

I broke our embrace and turned toward the corner and plastic chair. I leaned ...