Liar - Sex Stories

Liar

... reputation. What kind of lover would I be to send you home horny?”

She didn’t get the argument from me that she should have. I was so aroused that if she hadn’t taken control, I certainly would have. I had every intention of stepping off into the woods and jerking off. Before I could put my plan into action, my shorts were again at my knees, and she was jacking me off with both hands. I went off like I hadn’t cum in a year, shooting jets of cum onto the forest floor.

She pumped the last of it from me. One last double-handed stroke brought the last of my seed to the tip, where it hung. I watched, dazed, as she swept that last bit onto her finger and silently brought it to her lips. Her mouth enclosed her finger, and she moaned as she sucked her finger clean. Silence reigned.

What we had just done shocked me to my core. The guilt that swept over me was staggering. Beth looked up at me with her eyes shining with happiness that suddenly changed to concern. I had to say something. “Please, Beth. It isn’t you at all. What just happened was amazing, and that makes me feel even more horrible. You don’t deserve someone like me, and neither does Susan. I’m a liar and a cheat. A man who can’t control his desires when he is supposed to be helping his wife. I’m scum, and you both should get as far away from me as you can.”

Her face went from concerned to stern in a flash. “Ben, you stop that shit right now. You’re a good man and a wonderful husband. What we did was sexy, fun, ...

... and, yes, emotional. You know it, too, but you’re afraid of what that might mean. I don’t know what it all means either, but I can’t wait to find out. Stop expecting the worst and embrace whatever it is that’s coming.

“Susan and I will never let you down. We want what’s best for all of us, and we watch out for each other. You are not alone.”

Her arms flew around my neck, and she hugged me tight. Her arms anchored me and helped me tame my wild emotions. It felt wonderful to hold her, and I refused to feel ashamed about that. That was the moment I began to modify my thinking about what really mattered. A crack had appeared in my ironclad moral high ground. Certainly, some fantasies cost too much, but does that mean they all do?

We were both sweaty and disheveled messes when we got back to my truck. Neither of us cared. Beth was determined to keep my mood light and immediately cranked up the sound system. She sang along with the radio for a while. It didn’t take much prompting for me to join her. She found a Taylor Swift ballad in my song list and played it. In all the years I had known her, I had never heard Beth really sing. She did then and harmonized beautifully with Taylor. I had to pull over. I tilted my head back against the headrest and listened. When the song ended, my eyes were wet, and my chest ached. It was wonderful.

I pulled up to her house, thinking I would drop her off and head home. “You better come inside for a while. Susan might get suspicious if ...