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Cheating Husband By Wag
"Fuck me!" I yelled as my husband, Don, slammed his cock into me. "Oh fuck!" I continued as he went deeper into me, pounding me on our bed.
"Take it Joe!" he ordered as he thrust inside me. He had me on my back with my legs on his shoulders. I was spread wide as Don's fat 6.5 inch cock went in and out of me. This more than made up for the weeks he was away for work. I didn't want it to end...
BEEP BEEP BEEP
What the fuck?! I shot up in bed. Wait. Where's Don? I was in our bed alone and that annoying beeping was my stupid alarm. I silenced it. Morning light streamed in through my window and onto the empty side of our California King bed. I sighed. It had all been a dream. Don was still out of town. 1 month and 2 weeks. That's how long I'd been without my husband. He was in China for his job and would be for another month and a half. He loved his job and it was great money, but the drawback was the constant traveling. Sometimes he could come back for a weekend here and there, but that was not so easy when you were in China. So we were going to tough it out until this new project was over. Phone calls, texting, and the occasional Skype session helped. But I missed Don. And his dick. I really missed that. Not having sex for 1 month and 2 weeks can drive you a little nuts.
I pulled the sheets back to reveal my 7 inch cut cock, still boned from my sex dream. That wasn't going down anytime soon. To describe the rest of me: I'm 37, with red hair, 5'10, and about 170lbs with a little muscle. All together I'd say I'm attractive. Don likes it. I turned on my side and closed my eyes. Maybe I could drift back into that dream. Suddenly, my phone rang. Shit, the conference call. That's why I set my alarm. I quickly got out of bed and pulled on some shorts. I took my phone into the home office across from the bedroom and answered on the fifth ring. Time to work. While Don is constantly traveling, my job allows me to work from home. It's convenient.
After my call I was able to grab a quick breakfast, do some work, and hop in the shower. Then back to work. Around 12 I decided to take a break. I stood up and stretched. The roar of a lawn mower drew my attention to the open window. Oh yeah, Max was working today. I looked out the window and saw him in our backyard tending to our overgrown grass. His company, Max's Mowing, does most of the lawns in our neighborhood. He has a team of guys, but he still gets out there and works alongside them. Damn, he looked good. He's 40, 6'2 or so, dark hair, lean muscular build, and a hot face. He looks a little like Rick from The Walking Dead. With his build he could easily kill a few zombies too. He was wearing a blue sleeveless shirt with his company's logo on the back, a pair of jeans, and some work boots. He must have hit up a few lawns already because he was sweating through that t-shirt. It was a warm spring day, but a little breeze came through the window. Not enough to cool me down. Seeing hot sweaty Max had raised my temperature. My dick was responding.
Before Don and I got married I was kind of a...um...slut. I'm not ashamed. I had a great time jumping on every hot dick in town. I've been known to top every now and then, but the bottom bunk is my preferred role. And I loved getting a good hard pounding. Had a few boyfriends, but nothing too serious. Then I met Don and that all changed. We were friends, then boyfriends, and when it became legal, husbands. We've been together 5 years and our relationship/marriage was definitely closed. Don wouldn't have it any other way. I loved him so I went along with it. Plus we had a great sex life and I didn't feel the need to look elsewhere. But recently, I'd been getting the itch. It wasn't just this latest trip away. Over the last year, Don had been traveling much more than usual. Not that I was counting how many times we fucked, but the numbers were low.
And now with Max mowing my lawn below, looking hot as hell, I couldn't help but wish he was tending to me too. After my shower I had tossed on a robe and my hard cock had already made its way through the flaps. I pulled on one end of the belt and the robe hung open. My dick was free. While intently staring at Max I spit on my right palm and encircled my cock with it. My left hand went to one of my nipples. A favorite place, I tweaked it, causing my cock to pulse. I moved back to lean against the wall so I couldn't be seen from below, but could still see Max. I spread my legs wide and began to stroke my aching cock. Up and down, adding more spit for lube. Working the shaft and head. It felt so good. I had to stifle a moan. Just when I was getting into the groove, the lawn mower stopped. Max walked out of view. Where was he? The knock startled me. Fuck. It's him knocking on my back door. I closed my robe and retied the belt. Making my way down stairs, I willed my dick to go down. By the time I reached the door it had gone to a half chub. Through the glass door, I saw Max on the other side. I opened it.
"Hi, Joe," he greeted me. He had a great smile.
"Hey, Max. How's it going?" I asked.
"Good. Just finished up back here and..." he began.
"Your check. Of course," I finished for him. I grabbed the envelope off the kitchen counter and handed it to him.
"Thanks. Gotta hit up a few more lawns now." He reached up to wipe the sweat off his brow. I was able to get a peek of his damp armpit hair. I tried not to lick my lips. "Damn, it's hot out here. Not the usual spring weather," he continued.
"Did you want a glass of water before you go?" I offered.
"That would be great," Max said. I turned to get a water bottle out of the fridge as Max came inside. I handed him a bottle and took one for myself. I leaned against the sink as Max took a spot across from me by the counter. "So how have you been?" he asked.
"Pretty good. The usual. Work and stuff," I answered, taking a sip of water.
"How's Don?" he asked. Max had never met Don, but I told him about my husband. We typically chatted for a minute when he came by to collect his check. Nothing significant. Just chat. I didn't know much about his personal life. Although I suspected he was gay.
"He's good. Out of town," I replied.
"Wow, still? He's been gone awhile."
"Unfortunately."
"Must be tough for you. I'd be climbing the walls. You must be doing a lot of this," he said as he made a jacking off hand gesture. We both laughed. If he only knew, I thought.
"Yeah, pretty often. Can't seem to keep my hands off my dick. And my dildo," I told him. Wow, why was I being so revealing with Max? We weren't really friends and I was telling him about my masturbation habits. He wasn't shocked though.
"How's that going for you?"
"It does the job well enough."
"Can't beat the real thing," he said giving me a look. This was definitely taking a turn from our usual bullshit conversations.
"That's true," I said staring back at Max.
"Looks like you're ready for another session," Max said looking down. I followed his eyes and saw the tent in my robe. I hadn't realized the effect this conversation was having on me.
"Sorry, it has a mind of its own," I said.
"Nothing to be sorry about. I'm enjoying the view. Should I leave you to it?" he asked. I knew what he was really saying. I had a choice here. Tell Max to leave, jerk off alone, and stay faithful to my husband. Or let him stay and cheat. It felt like an eternity before I made my decision.
"No. Stay," I said. I reached down and untied my robe, exposing myself to Max. He drank in the sight of my smooth chest, pink nipples, slight treasure trail going down my stomach to the red patch of pubes above my hard dick.
"Very nice," he complimented. In two steps he was right in front of me. As he stared into my eyes he grasped my chest. His working man's hands felt rough, but welcomed on my skin. He licked his lips before leaning forward and pressing them onto mine. I instinctively opened my mouth and let his tongue inside. It explored my mouth and my own tongue. Wrestling around. Max pressed his body to mine. I felt his bulge make contact with my crotch. We made out and rubbed our bodies together. I wanted to feel skin on skin. I pushed him away and pulled his shirt out of his jeans and over his head. He had an awesome chest, slightly furry and firm. His chest hair was wet with sweat. I ran my fingers through it. Feeling him up as he had done with me. A trickle of sweat ran from his right armpit down his side. I caught it with my tongue and followed it back to the source by lifting his arm up. My face was now in that damp place. Licking and sniffing all that was in there. "Yeah, lick my pit," Max commanded. I really got in there and did as I was told. After a moment, I licked my way across Max's chest to his other pit. He lifted his arm for me and I cleaned that one out too. I was getting high of his scent. Bathing my face in it. Max grabbed my face and kissed me, tasting his musk all over my lips.
"I need your cock," I said while sinking down to the ground. I took off my robe and used it to protect my knees from the hard kitchen floor. Max leaned against the counter as I reached up and unbuttoned his jeans. In one motion I had them and the boxers underneath down to his ankles. A huge 8 inch cock surrounded by wiry dark hair greeted me. A sliver of precum was already coming out of the slit. I grabbed the shaft. It felt hot to the touch from being confined in Max's tight jeans on this hot day. Max gave me nod.
"Have at it," he said. I guided that cock to my mouth. Taking almost the whole thing. I was so hungry. I began to suck Max, making loud slurping noises. Gagging a bit when I got too eager. But I kept pressing on. Up and down. It had been too long since I had this and I was enjoying it. Max moaned above me. Looking down and taking in the sight of me on my knees sucking him off. He used one hand to push my head further down onto his dick, gagging me again. Finally I got used to it and was able to deep throat that monster. He moaned louder, really fucking my throat. He let me go and I gasped for air. Max pulled me up and spun me around so that I was over the sink now. He got down on the floor. His rough hands took hold of my ass cheeks. Kneading them. "Great ass," he said. He smacked one cheek. Then the other. Then he used his hands to spread them apart, exposing my tight hole. I felt his breath on it, then his tongue.
"Oh fuck," I exclaimed as Max's tongue attacked my hole. Lapping at it. Eating it. Getting me wet. Stabbing at it like a dick. Sometimes nipping at it. Teasing me. I leaned over the sink further and pushed my butt into his face, almost suffocating him with it. He moaned into my ass as he ate it up. It felt so good, but I knew what would feel even better. "Fuck me," I begged. Max pulled out and got to his feet. I felt his hard cock slide up and down on my trench.
"Lube?" Max asked. I didn't want to go all the way upstairs and break the mood. Then I remembered the sunscreen in one of the kitchen junk drawers. I retrieved it and handed it to him. "That will work," he said. He squirted some out and coated his hardon with it. I resumed my position, bent over the sink. I felt Max's finger enter my ass, prepping me with the sunscreen-turned-lube. "So fucking tight," he said as a second finger joined the first. I winced a little from the stretch. I looked over my shoulder.
"Open me up with your cock," I told him. Max grinned. He put the bottle down and his fingers left my hole. I faced forward and looked out the window above the sink. It was a beautiful spring day. Great day to get fucked. The head of Max's cock was at my backdoor. He pushed it in. His cock slowly entered me, filling my hole. I sighed. Max held still for a moment.
"Better than that dildo?" he asked as he worked his cock inside me.
"Much better," I replied. He started to fuck me, grabbing my hips. I held on to the countertop as he laid his pipe into my ass. Fucking me hard. Pushing me up against the counter. His cock was hitting all the right spots. I moaned with pleasure, taking every inch.
"Bury the cock in me, Max," I urged. He took that as a hint to go harder and started a power fuck. One hand on my hip, the other gripping my shoulder as he took my ass. Slamming into my tight hole. I pushed back on his dick. We were moaning in unison. Crying out for the orgasm that was about to overtake us. Harder, faster. The slapping sound of his pelvis hitting my ass filled the room.
"Shit I'm close!" he announced. I reached for my cock and frantically stroked it. I wanted to cum with him.
"Fuck!" I screamed as my load shot out. I clinched my asshole around his dick. That's all it took for Max to get there too. He fired his own load inside me. As cum left my dick he poured some into my ass. We both shook from our near simultaneous eruptions. Max collapsed on my back. He panted in my ear. After a minute his semi-hard dick slipped out of my ass, followed by a trail of warm cum. We disentangled. He pulled his jeans and boxers up from around his ankles. We'd been in too much of a hurry to completely get them off. I picked up my robe and put it back on. We both took a swig of water from our bottles and smiled at each other.
"That was awesome," he said.
"Definitely," I agreed.
"Well, I should be going," he said as he retrieved his shirt from wherever I tossed it.
"Yeah, I have some work to do too. This was fun," I said. Not knowing what else to say. It had been awhile since I'd had a random hookup.
"It was. Really hot," he said. He leaned over and gave me a kiss. "Catch you later," he said as we went out the door.
"Later," I replied with a quick wave. Damn, I had done it. I kept waiting for the guilt to wash for me. I had just cheated on my husband. In our own kitchen for fuck's sake. I should feel like shit. But what I felt was...satisfied.
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