After four days of adulterous debauchery, by both of them, Michelle returned home. Tyler picked her up from the airport and asked about her trip. She rambled on about boring meetings and dinner parties and sprinkled in a bit of pool and beach time. The whole time she was thinking of Ben, and the other two guys that she let violate her body in every possible way. She wasn’t necessarily thinking of the men themselves, but rather the hot sex and unspeakable acts of passion that made her feel alive. Tyler pretended to listen, but he too had other things on his mind; the mischievous games that he and Rachel played while his wife was out of town. He thought of how she dressed in his wife’s lingerie, how she wore one of her dresses out on a date, and how he fucked her with it still on. He wasn’t proud of his cheating, but he didn’t feel guilty either. Neither of them did. They both thought they were keeping a sexy slice of life to themselves, a secret, and the other was completely innocent. That part turned them both on.
Michelle said, “So, about our sex life. I’m all for spicing things up, but let’s start slow.”
Five days ago, she wanted to start slow. Today, she wanted to fuck anything in sight, but she knew she couldn’t swing 180 degrees without raising suspicion.
Tyler perked up, “Really? What do you have in mind?”
He thought of the sex they had before she left. The same tired routine. Out for a date, come home, undress, get on top, and have sex. It wasn’t lovemaking, it wasn’t fucking, it was having sex. She thought it too.
Michelle answered, “I’m tired of just having sex. I want to be fucked. Or something. I want to feel more than I do now. I love you, very much, but the passion and physical fire are gone. We both know that. You told me that yourself, and I shut you down. For that, I am sorry. Let’s explore. Let’s do something. Maybe, I don’t know, go to a sex club and see what happens. That could be fun, yeah?”
A surprised Tyler pulled the car into the driveway, shifted it to park, and exclaimed, “Are you serious?! I’m up for it if you are. And I’m sorry for the way I brought everything up before you left. I missed you so much, but you are right. We do just have sex. It’s like we are going through the motions as if it is a chore. Remember when we used to attack each other? I would throw you onto the bed and fuck you with your heels still on. Or you would just pin me to the wall and drop to your knees and give me a blowjob in the hall? Now, none of that. It’s just…bland. What happened in Miami to make you change your mind?”
She didn’t say a word, instead, she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned over into his lap, unbuttoned his pants, and jerked his cock from the cotton fabric that held it. She teased the tip with her tongue and he instantly grew. She wrapped her lips around it and bobbed her head up and down. He looked down and only saw her bright blonde hair as she sucked him hard and fast. She felt his legs begin to shake and that made her go even faster. Within two minutes her mouth was full of cum. She raised her head up, looked at him and swallowed. She opened her mouth to show that it was all gone.
Tyler moaned, “Holy fuck! What have you done with my wife? Where is she?!”
They both laughed as Michelle sat back in her seat. A droplet of cum managed to escape her mouth and was about to drip off her chin. She felt it at the same time her husband saw. She smiled as she used her index finger to clean it off and slowly, and sexily, licked her finger. She winked at him as she swallowed again.
Tyler said, “Wow! What a little slut! I think I like it.”
“Good. There’s a lot more where that came from. It’s just been hiding. How about we go out tomorrow night and have some fun!”
The fun didn’t wait until the next day. All throughout the evening, the sexual tensions between them brewed. Rachel texted a few times and that made Tyler want to fuck his wife even more. He thought of the second night that she stayed over. She came out of the closet wearing a little black dress that belonged to his wife. It was simple, yet elegantly sexy. The two favorite girls in his life were very similar in build. Rachel’s breasts were slightly smaller than his wife’s but perkier. This made the top of her dress fit almost perfectly. The neckline plunged just enough to let her pale white breasts peak from the top. The length was short, but not too short, her fingertips extended just past the hem if she stood upright with her arms to her side.
Rachel said, “Tell me, and be honest, is it hotter on me or your wife?”
Tyler didn’t answer. He only pushed her to the bed, reached under his wife’s dress and jerked the panties off his best friend. He climbed on top of her, with the dress still on, with her heels still on, and fucked her brains out on his wife’s side of the bed. And they both fucking loved it.
Images of his forbidden sexual encounters flooded his mind as Rachel texted him while his wife showered. He thought of Rachel, he thought of his wife, he thought of his wife with someone else, and, soon, he could no longer harbor the tension. He stripped his clothes as he walked through their bedroom and into the master bath. Steam filled the room as Michelle loved the water as hot as humanely possible. He snuck into the oversized shower and took her from behind. She was startled and gasped as he pushed her to the glass. Her tits were lathered, and her nipples made small soapy circles on the warm shower glass. He reached around with his right hand and felt down her body to the crevice between her legs. He massaged her clit with one hand and spread her legs with the other. Soap and water dripped down her body onto Tyler’s hand as he pulled it away from her nether region. He moved it around his waist to her back and teased her tiny little ass with his fingers. She bent over, exposing herself to her husband, becoming completely vulnerable. The soap was enough lubricant to part her rear entrance with his finger. She moaned as he stretched her with one hand and squeezed her nipple with another. It didn’t take long for him to stretch her and slide a second finger into her.
Michelle yelled, “Goddamn that feels good. You never do that!”
She touched herself as Tyler fucked her ass with his fingers. He reached for the liquid soap and squirted it onto the small of her back. The toasted praline and pear bodywash trickled down her back and pooled around the area her husband was fucking. He used the additional lather to stretch her even more and slide in a third finger. She yelped as he entered her again. “Get me out of here and fuck me however you want!”
He wasted no time pushing the two of them out of the shower. The water remained on as they moved their soapy bodies from the bathroom to the bed. She bent over for him, presenting her forbidden hole to be fucked. Tyler reached into the nightstand and grabbed the oil that they hadn’t used in ages, but that he and Rachel had used just the night before. He lathered it onto his cock and applied a generous amount to her rear entrance. Seconds later, Michelle screamed in a pleasurable pain as his cock split her open and expanded her. He moved slowly, at first, until he could feel her relax and knew the initial pain had subsided. Michelle moaned as he moved in and out of her tiny ass. Her blonde hair provided leverage as he pulled it and assaulted her rear entrance. She felt his cock throb and expand her even more.
Michelle screamed, “Give it to me. Fucking cum in my ass!”
That’s all it took. Tyler exploded. His cum erupted into her with a volcanic force. She felt the warm liquid ooze deep inside her. He pulled himself out, slowly, and watched as his cum pooled in and around her gaping hole. Drops escaped the cream pie and dripped onto the bed.
Michelle sighed, “Wow, that was fucking hot!”
“Yeah it was. So tomorrow?! I can’t wait.”
Michelle replied, “Me neither, but wow, that was fun. I like it when you take what you want.”
Tyler, still out of breath, replied, “I’ll do more of it.”
She smiled as she rolled off the bed and said, “Good. Do whatever you want to me. I want to be your little toy. Always.”
She walked into the bathroom, cleaned herself, and turned the shower off. She retrieved a fresh towel from the linen closet and gave it to her husband upon re-entering the bedroom. Minutes later, they were both sound asleep.
**This is an excerpt from a story I’m working on, I hope you enjoyed the sneak preview!**