Yes, Mr Allen - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Yes, Mr Allen - Chapter 1

Your breathing became more rapid. Your muscles tensed. You groaned as your balls contracted, forcing a meager drip of watery cum out of the end of your below-average member. Falling over in a heap, you lay beside your wife with a broad, satisfied grin on your face. Already snoring, she rolled her eyes in disappointment - a regular occurrence at this point in your tedious marriage.

With so little of your sperm to wipe away, she merely scooped it out with a single finger and scornfully smeared it on your parted lips. You didn’t rouse as she took that same finger and placed it onto her peeping clit. Round and round, wetting more of her fingers with leaking pussy juices, she teased herself until she was forced to bite back erotic moans and pleasured squeals. It wasn’t you that flashed through her racing mind; it was the man of her dreams - Mr Allen to you and all of his other subordinates.

“Fuck me, Jerome!” she screamed, body shaking with desire for tall, dark, and handsome Mr Allen. You woke up startled for a moment, and your wife hissed with panic. She sighed in relief and contentment as you rolled over, licking your lips and falling back to sleep.

Although it was her world of sexual fantasy, she could never bring herself to think of you in such a way. Compared to Jerome Allen, you were no man at all. Without anywhere to turn, she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and began her journey down the rabbit hole that would change your marriage forever. Article after ...

... article, they all shared the same message - unfaithful thoughts were common amongst women whose husbands did not satisfy them emotionally, spiritually, and physically. For her own happiness and sanity, she had to cheat on you.

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“Honey, you look stunning today,” you said, admiring the woman whose sexuality you took for granted. “I’ll be waiting in the car.”

You hurried down the stairs and climbed into your modest suburban vehicle, unexciting and with good mileage. Your wife glanced over herself one more time, inspecting the contours of her face framed perfectly by straight, blonde hair that fell neatly beyond her shoulders. Adjusting her blouse, she allowed another button to fall away, exposing just a little more of her rounded breasts. Hugging her shapely waist, a flowing dress fell below her knees, hiding perfectly the lingerie set and suspended stockings that accentuated her lower body beneath. Below the knee, tight to her calf, leather boots of burnished black shone to the almond toe. The zips hissed to a close and she smiled, modest red lipstick tracing the curvature of her receptive mouth. Today, she would break your wedding vows.

The drive to work was one of awkward silence, perforated only by stilted conversation. Perhaps it was that time of the month you thought as she sniped at you again - your hair was wrong, your tie wasn’t done up properly, when were you going to get that promotion… Her complaints chipped away until you were thoroughly miserable and ...