Just in case you didn't read my other stories, I will quickly describe the situation. I had been married for a few years, my husband and I had two kids, and a pretty good life. Two new cars, a big apartment, and my husband ran his own business, and made pretty great money. I worked at a factory, and essentially, out of a combination of horniness and boredom, I turned into a bit of a slut. I had been engaged in an illicit affair with a coworker named Tom for a while now, but that was cooling off, as he had recently started dating someone else, and so I was back on the prowl, looking for some new cock to fill the void.
This is where Eric would come into the picture. He was new at the factory, and so he didn't know anything about me, or my rather spotty reputation. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and he put effort into conversations with me. He made jokes, and went out of his way to make me laugh and smile on a regular basis. Now, if we are being honest, this didn't matter too much to me, because I wasn't looking for a meaningful relationship, just another casual fuck buddy. Someone I could meet up with, bang, and get into otherwise erotic situations with, and then go our separate ways.
It only took about a week for him to get the idea. We had been casually talking for a few days, before the flirting started. Nothing too overt, just little things, like how easy it was to talk to him, and how cute I looked when I wrinkled my nose. Stuff like that really got the ball rolling. Of course, I needed him to know that there wasn't some fairytale ending for the two of us, so I did mention that I was married. This was also my way of testing the waters. Most people, or at least I should hope, would stop the flirting, or at least go no further, because "I am married," generally means "I'm not interested" or "I'm Taken" in polite society. However, as I would discover, Eric was not exactly a gentleman.
If anything, the information that I was married only made Eric more interested in the flirting, and risqué talk at work. We swapped phone numbers, followed each other on Instagram, and even swapped emails, as a backup. It of course started out casually, just light conversation about what we were doing outside of work, but it evolved quickly. I found out pretty quickly that he liked to talk dirty, and not just in general, but specifically about the fact that I was married. He insisted that I call my husband "hubby", which I had literally never done before. And he wanted to hear me complain about my hubby. Now, truth be told, I didn't actually have a whole lot to complain about. My home life was pretty great. My husband was a hard worker, but made time for me and the kids, provided more than we needed, and is great in bed. But that didn't stop me from lying, especially when I saw how excited the trash talk got Eric whenever it would come up. This always gave him the opportunity to compare himself to the fictional image of my husband that I presented.
I started off slow, as it excited me to play the naïve innocent wife who was being corrupted and seduced by the aggressive coworker. I would say: "My husband never makes time for me," and Eric would respond, "A real man would take advantage of a girl like you." When I said, "My hubby doesn't compliment me," Eric would say "With an ass like that, he must be a moron not to worship it." And on and on it would go. It wasn't until one night of sexting that it escalated out of control shockingly quick. We were texting back and forth, exchanging pretty lewd messages, when I decided to send a picture. It was simple, just me, lying in my bed, on my stomach, and a picture of me looking up at my phone. Of course, I made sure the angle showed my ample ass, and winked as I took the picture. I waited for a response, holding my breath, expecting a "nice ass" or "sexy", I wasn't expecting a picture. But, after a few minutes, there it was. Nothing fancy, just him, standing up with his rock-hard dick in his hand. Now, I'm not a connoisseur of cocks, I haven't had that many in my time, but I do really like them. This one wasn't massive looking, but it looked big enough that I wanted to try it. I could tell he had been stroking it at least a little, because the tip was glistening with what I assume was a good amount of pre cum. I just texted back "Looks good, can't wait to try it." With a picture of me biting my lip.
This was all getting me pretty hot, and without really thinking about it, I was rubbing my pussy while looking at our conversation. I was wet and my panties were getting soaked, and I could tell that my thin pajama pants were starting to get damp. I was looking at the picture of his cock, imagining what I would do with it, and I knew I had to make a decision. I either had to move somewhere less conspicuous and finish myself up, or stop and clean myself up. I was leaning towards stopping, when I got the last message of the night, "Tomorrow." That's it, just one word, and it was all I could take. I frantically started to plunge two fingers into myself as hard as I could, and built-up speed working myself towards an orgasm. I wanted it to be a good one, so I slid my other hand down the front of my pants, and started sliding three fingers back and forth across my clit. As I felt the orgasm building in my stomach, I pictured Eric's hard cock, pointing straight out at me, leaking copious amounts of precum onto the floor. And there I was, kneeling on the floor right in front of him, mouth wide open like a whore, slamming my hand into my pussy and watching him jerk off. I love watching guys jerk off for me. Especially up close and personal. This image sent me over the edge, and I sprayed inside my panties, soaking them through, and wetting my pajama pants. I kept playing in it for a few minutes before calming down. I then quickly hopped out of my filthy soaked panties and pajama bottoms, tossed them into the hamper, and jumped into the shower. When I was all soaped up, I snapped a quick picture showing my soapy bare ass, and sent it to Eric with the caption "Can't wait 😉." After my shower, I dried off and went straight to bed. I was like a kid on Christmas eve. I couldn't wait for morning.
The next day at work, I was in a constant state of high arousal. I could feel my pussy rubbing against the soft inside of my satin panties. I could feel the moistness coming from inside, coating my labia, and sliding together as a walked, intentionally swishing my ass whenever I was near Eric. I could practically hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, and I could consistently smell the lusty odor wafting up from between my legs if I bent over to pick something up. I couldn't remember the last time I had worked myself into such a frenzy.
The only issue was that we were not working closely with each other that day. We were in the same department, but not on the same line, so it was all sideways glances, and quick gestures. It wasn't until my first break that something finally happened. I was leaving the line, about to head for the breakroom, to have a drink, check my phone, and maybe even have a snack. But I saw Eric walking quickly towards me, and signaling to follow him. We walked towards the rear of the room we had been working in all day, he stopped, looked around, and when he could see no one in sight, he opened the door for the rear staircase and we both stepped inside.
For clarity, the facility we worked at was two stories, and had a basement. The room we were working in was at the back of the plant, and had an upper story, and a lower level, which we were working in, and also a storage area in the basement. It also had two staircases, on opposite sides of the room. Everyone always used the west one, no one ever used the east one, as it was further away from the breakroom/time clock. It was basically just there for fire safety purposes. In any case, once we were inside, my eyes quickly adjusted to the darker lighting, and we rushed down the flight of stars to the basement. There, Eric shoved me against the wall, and started to aggressively kiss me. I was not expecting this, and frankly, I did not like it. For me, it was like what I imagine kissing a prostitute would be like, and it didn't turn me on at all. When I struggled a little bit, and tried to free myself, he held me down and I realized I was totally out of control here. That did get me excited, way more than I imagined anything could. I thought I was going to burst right through my pants and cause a slipping hazard.
We did not have much time, and we both knew it. I tried to free myself again, and Eric shocked me when he almost yelled, "Hold still, and let me do what I want slut! I know you want it." Again, this scared me quite a bit, but the dirty talk, and the feeling of powerlessness made me a little weak in the knees. I just reminded him that we only had a ten-minute break, and needed to hurry up. He nodded and turned me around. I was worried that he was about to fuck me, right then and there, three hours into my shift. If we got caught, not only would I lose my job, but my husband would surely hear about it, and that would be the end of my life as I knew it. But he didn't pull my pants down and fuck me. He reached one hand around my throat and lightly choked me, and slid his other hand down the front of my pants. He was not going slowly either. He dove right in, under my wet panties, and shoved two fingers straight up into my pussy. Now, I was wet, and ready, but it was still rigid, rough, and hurt pretty bad. A stifled a cry, and he growled into my ear that if I made any more noise, he'd choke me out.
I didn't want that, and I was extremely horny so I just stood there, and took it. He pumped away for a while trying to slam his fingers as deep into my wet cunt as he could reach before getting frustrated and demanding that I unbutton my work pants. We only had about three minutes left in our break, so I quickly complied, and undid the button and slid the zipper all the way down. He grunted approval, and started really hammering away with his fingers, it was rough, and hurt, but it was also bringing me dangerously close to an orgasm. I tried to whisper that I was about to cum when he moved his hand off my throat, and clamped it down firmly over my mouth. He slammed his fingers into my twat three or four more times before it hit. The orgasm that was building in my belly pulsed through me sending waves of violent pleasure up my torso, and down my legs. I buckled and dropped. I thought he would catch me, but he quickly pulled his hand free of my pants, and as I dropped to the floor, he told me to clean myself up, and stalked up the stairs and out the door. What else could I do? I pulled my still wet panties up over my sore cunt, buttoned my pants, and zipped them up. When I walked out into the factory and towards my line, I could feel my sore cunt, and looked down, and was horrified to see the crotch of my pants looked like I had wet myself. I quickly got back to my line, and tried as best as I could to hide it.
I worked for a few more hours before my next break, expecting to see Eric heading my way again, but he didn't. It looked like he was heading towards the breakroom, so I figured he must be hungry. He went straight out to the parking lot, presumably for a smoke. I was however very hungry, so I just carefully sat down and ate my lunch quietly while watching my phone for texts. After my fifteen-minute break was up, I went back to my line and got back to work. Perhaps two minutes later I saw Eric walking in. He looked pissed. He stared daggers right at me, and I was actually a little scared, and I had no idea why he looked so mad. Two hours later when it was time for my last ten-minute break, I figured out why.
I walked off the line, intending to head for the break room, when just like before, Eric was walking briskly towards me, and this time, grabbed my arm, and pulled my back to the stairwell. When we were safely inside, and down to the bottom level, he slapped me, and nearly yelled at me, asking "Why the hell didn't you follow me to the parking lot? You little bitch? You think you can get what you want and I'm not going to get my rocks off?" I was apologizing and saying I didn't know, when he just put his hands on my shoulders and forced me down to my knees. He unzipped his pants pulled them down just below his ass, and told me to get to work. I reached up slowly and pulled his boxers down exposing his penis less than two inches from my face. I tentatively grabbed it, and lightly stroked it. I was still pretty turned on, and wanted to have fun, as I like to play with cocks, but he was not interested in that. He grabbed my chin, and pulled my face up so I was looking up at him and grunted, "If I haven't cum by the time this break is over, you'll regret it."
With that, I got to work. I nodded at him, trying to look as submissive as possible, hoping he would ease up on me, and take it easy a little bit. I Then narrowed in on my target, his erect, angry looking penis which was so close I could almost taste it. In all honesty, it was not a bad cock. Looked pretty similar to my husbands in fact. It was probably a little over seven inches long, decently thick, with a slight upward curve to it. It was so hard it was almost red, and he was leaking pre cum pretty heavily. The only thing I noticed was that while my husband's cock has a roundish sort of bulbous head that is slightly wider than his shaft, Eric's head was actually narrower than his shaft, in fact, I would describe it as pointy. In any case, I knew I needed to hurry up, so I reached out, grabbed it firmly at the base and reached out with my other hand to massage his balls to get things going. They were heavy hanging globes that felt slightly greasy to the touch, and smelled of sweat and ass crack. As is tarted to rub them between my fingers and pull lightly on them, I plunged forward and sucked his waiting cock into my warm wet mouth.
We both loved this blowjob, but for apparently different reasons. I was horny, and wanted to experience some strange cock, and it made me extremely excited to be kneeling in the basement of my workplace with a stranger's dirty cock in my mouth. He however, was focusing on something else. As I started to slide my mouth up and down his cock, while tugging on his balls, he put both his hands on my head and started to fuck my face. Slowly at first, but progressively speeding up. He asked, "Well slut, do you like that big hard cock in your mouth?" I looked up at him with his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, and tried to say yes, but all that came out was a gurgled "mphhh" as he sloshed in and out. Then he tilted my head back down and started to hammer in and out rapidly as he kept spouting little profanities, like "fuck yeah", "you dumb whore", and "I bet your cuck hubby doesn't do it like this." I just closed my eyes and focused on my work. I made sure to maintain a light suction seal around the base of his dick and was working on his balls with both hands.
I could tell that he was getting close because his balls were contracting, and he was jamming his cock all the way to the back of my throat gagging me with each push. Then he stopped and pulled all the way out, and I was worried he was going to spray his load all over my face. But he just pulled my face up so I was looking at him, and said "I bet your little dicked hubby hasn't worked that mouth like this. Well, has he?" He looked down at me, and he again looked angry, I knew I had never mentioned the size of my husband's penis, and this didn't seem like the right time to say that, if anything it was a little thicker and longer than his. I knew what Eric wanted to hear. He wanted to hear me, a married woman, who was sucking his cock, and being treated like a whore say that my husband had a small dick, and couldn't satisfy me. He got off on the cuckold fantasy, and he saw himself as the big dicked bull. Ironically, not out of loyalty or anything noble, more like pride, I didn't want to say what he wanted to hear. I just nodded, and went back to try sucking his dick to finish him off, but he stopped me and said he wanted to hear it. I pushed back to try to get his dick back into my mouth, but he stopped me, and again slapped me on the cheek. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes from the pain, but I didn't want to look like a baby.
I looked right into his eyes, and gave him everything he wanted. I grabbed his iron erection in my left hand, clenched my teeth, and said, "I want this big hard cock in my mouth. I want you to skull fuck me until you blow your load down my slutty married throat. I want to taste your hot sticky cum and suck your big balls dry." He smiled at that, but I could tell he wanted more, and it had to be about my husband, so I relented and gave even more. "My little dicked hubby can't compare to this monster," as I said that I gave his dick a squeeze. "He can't even get hard, and if he could, I wouldn't want him anyway, because I know that you are so much bigger." And I felt his dick spasm in my hand, and felt his balls tightening up in my other hand, so I quickly plunged back down onto his cock, swallowing the entire thing into my throat. His fantasy was all about cuckolding. He came with almost no stimulation, just my dirty talk, and more from stroking his ego than his cock. Now, with his dick engulfed in my mouth, I sucked hard, I squeezed his balls with my right hand, and pumped the base of his shaft with my right hand. I pulled all the cum out of him I could get until he was begging me to stop.
After swallowing what was one of the biggest cumshots I've ever experienced, I stood up straightened my hair. I was mad that he had been so rough and mean to me, but I had learned that the way to make him happy, and control him was to dial up the cuckolding talk. He wanted to fuck a married woman and have her tell him that he was so much bigger and better than her husband. I decided, I could do that. I grabbed his cock as it was deflating, and gave it a good squeeze, and said "Let's do this again sometime, but next time, don't hit me." I expected him to be a little more charming again after orgasming, but that side of him was gone. He just looked at me and said, "Next time don't piss me off, and I won't hit you." Then as he pulled up his pants and stuffed his shrinking cock back into his boxers he spit in my face, and said "Just be a good little slut, and do what I say, and we'll have a lot of fun."
I felt dirty, humiliated, abused, scared, and physically sore. Part of me wanted to run, to tell someone, to get away, and quit so I would never have to see him again. But, part of me wanted more. I wanted to be treated like a slut, and fuck him again and again. The slut part won out.
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This story is part 2 of my second affair that happened several years ago. For the full story, and all the context of the situation, I invite you to read the first two chapters of the story that cover my first affair, "Young Wife Finds a Lover at Work." And then, of course, chapter 1 of "A Very Different Kind of Affair." As those stories include details and events relevant to this one.
But, as a short summary, my name is Alex. I am currently 28 years old, and I am a married mother of three. I am 5'2, I weigh 120 lbs., I have a firm round ass that I'm very proud of, and small, but perky tits. Several years ago, I engaged in two affairs with coworkers, the first with a man named Tom, and the second with Eric. This story continues the Eric story.
It had been a couple weeks since our basement session at work, and things had not slowed down. Every day at work, Eric would talk dirty to me whenever we would see each other. He would make gestures at me, nearly all of a sexual nature, and whenever we got close enough, he would slap or pinch my ass, or find an excuse to rub his groin against me.
Every night, we would text each other. He would tell me how hard his cock was, and how much he wanted to fuck me, and I would tell him how much I needed his hard cock inside of me. Of course, Eric was in it for the cuckolding fantasy, so he always wanted details about my husband. He wanted to hear how neglected I was, and how my needs were never met. He wanted details about how small and pathetic my hubby's cock was, and how it couldn't satisfy me. Eric wanted me to tell him he was the big man, and that I only wanted him.
Of course, none of that was true. My husband loved me and our children. Provided for us very well financially and emotionally. He is great in bed, and to this day remains the best lover I have ever had. His cock is more than enough for me, being nearly eight inches long, and plenty thick. In fact, his cock was bigger in pretty much every way than Eric's. But that song wasn't the one I would sing.
I knew what Eric wanted, and I gave it to him. I would describe the comparison of my husband's small limp dick, saying I couldn't even feel it inside of me. I would complain that I never orgasmed with him, and that my hubby would just pump into e a few times, blow his load, and then go to sleep.
I would even start talking about wanted to leave my hubby, and live with Eric. To be his little fuck buddy, and make him cum whenever he wanted. Eric loved all of this. All I had to do was stroke his ego, and that would be enough to set him off in a sexual frenzy. He constantly sent me dick pics of him masturbating and cumming, and I would do the same. In those couple weeks I must have sent over a hundred sexually explicit nude photos of myself to this man, who for all intents and purposes, was a stranger.
We would meet up at work two more times, following the same basic pattern. He would walk towards me, and we would secretly head to the back staircase for our break. The second time we did this, he would order me to strip down and take off my work pants and my panties. He would make me spread my legs and put my hands against the wall, and he would finger fuck my pussy until I came.
Later that day, I would follow him back down the stairs for our second break, and this time he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and had me hold open my panties as he jerked off and came on my exposed pussy. He then made me pull my panties back into place, zip up my pants and leave it there. He then ordered me to suck his cock clean. So, I did, and as he tucked it back into his underwear, he slapped me on the face, and said have fun. Then he left.
I felt so dirty all day, and my crotch actually burned until I was able to get home and shower. I both loved knowing that I had a crotch covered in cum all day, and hated the pretty painful feeling it gave me.
The next work time encounter we had was a little different, but again followed the same pattern. This time on our first break, he stood behind me in the dark stairwell, with his hand down my unbuttoned pants, and rapidly rubbed my clit until I reached my orgasm.
On the second break, he led me to the basement bathroom. Here he stood at the urinal, and ordered me to take his cock out. I reached from behind him, unbuttoned his pants, and unzipped them. I pulled his boxers slightly down, and flipped his semi erect cock out from underneath. He then started pissing, and I let go, but he barked at me to hold unto it. So, I did.
As his piss splashed against the urinal, I held gently unto his warm soft cock, and felt the warmth going through it. As soon as he stopped peeing, he turned around, and forced me to my knees. He then shoved his soft piss tasting prick into my mouth, and like a hungry little slut, I slurped it down, quickly getting him rock hard.
I deep throated him, wondering how much of our 15-minute break was already gone, and worrying we would be caught. With my right hand, I firmly gripped the base of his cock, and with my left I massaged and tugged on his sweaty balls. Right before he was about to cum, he pushed back against me hard, and pulled his cock free of my mouth.
Before I could protest, he was furiously jerking his cock, and shot his hot load of cum all over my face. Four long ropes of cum drenched my face, before he roughly shook his dick, getting the last few drops all over my work shirt, tucking his cock in his pants, and leaving the bathroom.
There I was, kneeling on the floor, face covered in cum in the basement bathroom of my workplace, when in walked Jim. He was another line worker, a friend of Erics. I started to panic, but he just looked at me, still kneeling there, said "nice." And then walked to the stall and started to take a shit.
I was horrified at my embarrassment. I stood up, and looked in the mirror. I really looked like a slut. My shirt had drops of cum all over it, already soaking into the material. And my face was covered in an obvious amount of thick white cum. Some of it had even gotten in my hair. I remembered where I was, and quickly started to clean myself up.
I could hear Jim shitting, which was gross, but I needed to hurry. I pulled some paper towels out of the dispenser, and wetted them in the sink. I frantically washed the cum off my shirt and threw the paper towels away. Then I quickly wiped the cum off my face with my hands, and washed my hands in the sink.
I splashed my face with water, and dried it with more paper towels. When I looked up, I looked terrible. I had messed up my makeup, and my face was red from washing it, but I needed to go, I was running out of time.
When I got back to my line, I was four minutes late, and the group leader angrily asked me where I was, and yelled at me for holding up production. I explained that I had been going to the bathroom, and said I wasn't feeling well. I went home sick twenty minutes later, because it felt like everyone was staring at me.
That night, I angrily texted Eric. I was so mad. He had embarrassed me, and now someone else had seen what we were doing at work. I was late coming back from break, and then I had to miss a half day of work. And I was still shaking from the fear and embarrassment of being caught.
Eric texted back, and in a condescending way, just told me that "A whore should expect to be treated like a whore." Then he told me that Jim thought the whole thing was hot, and that he was considering inviting Jim to join us next time.
I felt like I was losing control, and I told Eric that I didn't want anyone else to be involved, or even to know what was happening. Eric just replied, "It's too late for all that. I've got hundreds of pictures of you being a whore, and now I have a witness of you doing it at work. If you don't do exactly as I say, all of that goes to your husband, and your supervisor, and you'll lose everything."
Part of me was still horny and excited from all of this, but a growing part of me was getting very scared. I did not want this to continue, but I didn't think there was any way I could get out of it. So, I just responded, "Ok. I'll do what you want." Then, I cried myself to sleep.
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This story is the third and final part of my second affair that happened several years ago. For the full story, and all the context of the situation, I invite you to read the first two chapters of the story that cover my first affair, "Young Wife Finds a Lover at Work." And then, of course, chapter 1 and 2 of "A Very Different Kind of Affair." As those stories include details and events relevant to this one.
But, as a short summary, my name is Alex. I am currently 28 years old, and I am a married mother of three. I am 5'2, I weigh 120 lbs., I have a firm round ass that I'm very proud of, and small, but perky tits. Several years ago, I engaged in two affairs with coworkers, the first with a man named Tom, and the second with Eric. This story concludes the Eric story.
I stayed mad at Eric for nearly two weeks after what had happened that day in the bathroom. He knew what he was doing, and I am convinced he planned the whole thing. He probably had Jim waiting outside the door the whole time, and planned for him to see me like that. On my knees, with his cum on my face, kneeling in the men's restroom at work. After all, they were best friends, and talked to each other constantly every day. I was starting to wonder just how many people Eric had told about us. Just how many people he had shown my pictures to. I was furious.
Of course, all of this although making me constantly sick to my stomach, also made me incredibly hot, and wet when I thought about it. Did everyone around me know what I looked like naked? Had they seen videos of me pumping my fingers into my vagina, moaning someone other than my husband's name? Had they heard of what I was doing at work, on break while they were smoking in their cars or eating their lunches, did they know that I was being finger fucked, and swallowing cum? It all made me feel like running away, quitting, and moving to a different town. But...
Every time I thought about what Eric had said after our last session, I couldn't help wondering what it would be like. Would Jim join us next time? Was I even going to allow there to be a next time? If the two of them walked towards me on break, would I go with them, down to the basement, and let them have their way with me? I had never been with two men before. The thought was terrifying, but also incredibly exciting. I had done oral and vaginal more times than I could count, and even anal a number of times, but never two at once. Could I even handle it? I would imagine that while masturbating one night at home. While plunging two fingers into my pussy, and rubbing my clit with my other hand, I just imagined sitting down on Eric's hard cock, and sliding it up into my ass. I knew it would hurt, but I would get used to it. At the same time, I pictured Jim sliding his cock up into my eager pussy, and I imagined how stretched and full I would feel. Or was I picturing my husband in my pussy? It was hard to tell which thought I liked more. Jim was a stranger, and that was dirtier, but if my husband knew about it, and participated, he could keep me safe, and it would still be hot.
I came hard on my own fingers imagining my husband thrusting into my pussy, with Eric rock hard underneath me shoving his cock up into my ass. It was an incredibly powerful orgasm. Possibly the most intense sexual pleasure I have ever experienced from masturbation alone, but the vivid imagery of the scene in my mind was still fresh. I did this all while sitting in the bathroom before my shower. But I couldn't get the scene out of my mind, so the whole time I was showering, I continued to rub my sensitive pussy through several more, albeit weaker, orgasms. That night, as I lie in bed, falling asleep with my husband next to me, I was so conflicted. A huge part of me was crying out to tell him everything, so he could protect me, and take me away from where I worked so I didn't need to face Eric again, but another part, really wanted to know what would happen one last time.
I didn't say anything, I just went to sleep.
Nothing happened for a few days at work, but eventually, Eric started to text me again. He was very apologetic, and seemed like he was very sorry for what he had done. He didn't even bring up anything sexual for a day or two. But soon it started again, and we were sexting like horny teens. And that's when it happened. I was so worked up one night that when he asked me if I wanted to finally do something outside of work, I asked "when, and where?" He replied, "Right now, meet me downtown. I'm parked outside the bar on the corner of fifth and main street. Come quick."
I was not expecting such a rapid response, nor for him to suggest something right now. It was Saturday, and a little before noon. I was at home, with my family. I didn't want to piss him off, because he was being nice again, but I didn't want to raise any suspicions. So, I casually asked my husband if he cared if I went to see a movie with a girlfriend of mine from work. He asked what I was going to see, and I said it was a horror movie, knowing it's his least favorite genre, but he still offered to see if someone could sit for us, and he could go with. I told him it was sweet of him to offer, but I said I just wanted a little bit of girl time, and that I would be back in a few hours. I then got up, and walked out the door. I could hardly believe what I had just done. It was so casual and so unplanned, but I was on my way.
When I got downtown, I saw Eric's car parked outside the bar he had described, and in a moment of combined relief and disappointment, he was alone. Jim was not with him. I parked my car on the side street, and walked to his car. He saw me coming, and unlocked his door. Without hesitation, I opened the door, and slid into the front seat. The moment I got in, he locked the doors, and drove away. I panicked a little bit, but he didn't look angry, so I assumed that we were just going somewhere more secluded. We drove for about 20 minutes out of town, down the highway towards a beach I used to go to in high school. I knew exactly where we were headed.
The beach was well off the beaten track, nobody lived around there, and this time of year, there would certainly be nobody swimming back here. The only reason to go there now, was to fuck. And sure enough, he didn't even wait to get there. A few miles from the beach he told me to pull my pants off, and slide out of my panties. I was worried we would pass someone and they would see me, but I obeyed. I wanted today to go as smoothly as possible. When we got to the beach, no one was in the parking lot, so we pulled in, towards one end by some tall pine trees, and he parked the car. I was sitting there, with my wet pussy out for anyone to see, when I unzipped his pants, pulled out his semi flaccid cock, and told me to suck it. I knew what to do, and quickly slid over to his lap, and pulled his cock into my mouth. It was salty from sweat, and I could taste his pre cum, but it didn't take long to get him rock hard. Before long, about seven inches of cock was sticking out of his jeans, when he pulled me up off his cock, and told me to sit on it.
There wasn't much room in his car, but I did my best. I straddled on top of him, rubbed my pussy lips a little to get them wet, and lowered myself down onto him. I bottomed out, and started to grind back and forth with him all the way inside me. He asked, "How's that feel?" I looked him in the eyes, let out a soft little moan, and replied, "Mmm, It's so good." And I kept grinding. In fact, it did feel good. It was very good. I was very aroused, my pussy was super wet, and his cock was rock hard. I could feel an orgasm building inside of me as I ground up and down on his cock. I started to go a bit faster, trying to match my internal rhythm, but he grabbed me by the hips, and told me to slow down, because he didn't want to cum yet.
I tried to slow down, but I needed to either pick up the pace, or miss my orgasm, and I really didn't want to waste it. So, I started to grind faster, and faster. He told me to stop again, but I ignored him and kept going. He kept saying stop, but he was holding onto my hips, and I could feel him thrusting inside of me. Then, I felt it. He bucked a little bit harder, and his rhythm was way off, and I knew what was happening. He was emptying his balls inside of me. I was very close, so I just kept bucking on his cock, until the damn broke, and I exploded. I felt my pussy spasm on his cock as I slowly pumped away at him, enjoying wave after wave of the orgasm racing through my vagina and into my ass. It was then that I noticed what I hadn't before. He had two fingers inside my ass. How did I not notice him slide them in? I then saw the open bottle of lube on the seat next to us, and understood. He had me slow down so he could get his fingers lubed up and slide them into my ass, and I was just too turned on to notice. But that explained the powerful orgasm.
I sat there on top of him for a few minutes to catch my breath. I felt very shaky, but finally, I was able to pull myself up off of him, and made to get back into the passenger seat. As I did, a huge creampie ran out of me, and splashed onto his still hard cock, and all over his jeans. He looked pissed, and when I looked into his eyes, I was genuinely scared that he might do something really bad to me. Wanting to avoid being hit, or worse, I quickly leaned back over, and started to lick and suck everything up. It was all over his cock, which was still amazingly stiff, and his sweaty balls, and his open jeans. But I did my absolute best, and tried to get every drop, in hopes that he wouldn't hit me. When I was sure I had cleaned every centimeter of his groin, I looked up, and he still looked mad, but not as bad as before. I said "Sorry" in the most contrite voice I could muster. He grunted, "Fine." And pushed me off of him.
I got back into my seat, and started to pull my panties on, when he yelled at me to leave them on the floor. He said, "I'll tell you when I want you to get dressed. Until then stay that way. Or I'll make you walk back to town naked." I didn't know if he was serious, but I didn't want to risk it. As we drove back into town, we passed a lot of taller vehicles, and I know they could see my pussy if they were looking down at me, but I kept telling myself that even if they did, they couldn't see my face. I thought he was taking me back to my car. We must have been gone for nearly two hours already, and I was anxious to get back. I went to check my phone, and it was then that I realized. I had left it in my car. I started to panic, as now I wouldn't be able to respond if my husband called or texted me. I turned to Eric and said, "I need to get back to my car right now, I don't have my phone." He looked at me, laughed a little, and said, "I'll take you back to your car when I'm done with you."
What did that mean? Isn't that where we were going? I was confused and now I was getting a little scared. But he kept driving. We finally stopped outside an apartment building on the other side of town, and he stopped the car, shut it off, and told me to get out. I reached for my pants and panties again, but he looked at me, dangerously, and warned me again, "I said to leave those there until I tell you to touch them. Do not make me tell you again."
"What if someone sees me?" I asked. "That will be your problem. You're the whore, you figure it out." He got out of the car, and I quickly followed. He walked up towards the building. Luckily, I didn't see anyone outside, so I was fairly certain no one saw me. I was trying to hold my shirt down to cover myself, but I knew it could barely half cover either my ass or my exposed pussy, but certainly not both. We entered the building, still no one around. We walked past three doors, before Eric stopped at one, and put his key into the doorknob. I felt a wave of relief pass over me, but then a door across the hallway opened up, and an old Asian man walked out. He saw me immediately and stared at my for a few seconds before continuing on his way. Eric swung the door open, and I bolted inside.
The inside was about what I expected, a slightly dirty small apartment with little furnishing. Two bedrooms, one bath, wall to wall carpeting. Eric walked to the kitchen and pulled some bottles down from a shelf. I thought the tall drink he was pouring, which looked like three different kinds of alcohol was for him, but when he walked back towards me, he handed it to me, and barked, "Drink." I started to tell him that I don't really drink, but he shoved the glass towards me angrily and again yelled, "Drink it." So, I did it took me four terrible gulps, but I got it all down. It tasted like cough syrup and lighter fluid, and I had to struggle not to throw it up immediately. But I knew what Eric would do if I threw up, so I held it down. After a while I stopped feeling like I was going to throw up, but started to get really dizzy. I was now drunk.
Eric then led me down the short hallway to his bedroom. And inside there was a bed, or I guess you could call it that. It was just two mattresses stacked on top of each other on the floor. No sheets on it, just a bedspread and a pillow with out a pillow case. He told me to get on the bed. I sat on the edge, but he said, "On your knees or on your stomach, I'm going to fuck you in your tight little ass hole." I started to protest, feebly, as I knew there wasn't much I could do. "Why don't you just fuck me in my pussy again? Didn't you like it?" I asked, trying to sound innocent and not afraid. "No, I've had enough of your loose pussy for today. I want to feel some more of your ass, and I'm going to do it, now turn over." I obeyed. I got on all fours, with my ass facing him and waited.
It wasn't immediate. I heard him rummaging around in the drawers by his bed, and then heard him open something up, and felt a cold splash of something against my asshole. I then felt him smearing what I now know was a liberal amount of lube on my asshole and without warning me, he slid two fingers all the way inside it. It didn't hurt. I was braced expecting pain, but I didn't feel any. I looked back at him, and saw he was sliding his hand up and down his cock, coating it with lube. I asked him how he was still hard, and he pointed to the bedside table, where I saw a small bottle labeled Cialis. Well, that explains how he was still so hard after the car ride we took.
Then I felt it. The tip of his cock pointing at my asshole. I knew what to do, so I tried my best to relax, and pushed back on him as he started to push into me. It actually went surprisingly smooth. See, his cock has nearly the same length as my husband's, and about the same thickness overall, but the head was very different. My husband has a larger more bulbous head on his cock, larger than the shaft. Not much larger, but enough to make it feel like a butt plug going in before the shaft. But Eric's cock was different. His head was slightly pointed, and a little narrower than the shaft. This made it sink into my ass way easier than my husbands ever had. It was a bit of a relief.
He started to thrust away wildly. I was surprised, figuring he would want to make it last, but then I remembered he had already cum not that long ago, and was being kept hard by ED pills. Who knew how long he could go like this? After I got used to having a dick in my ass, a feeling that always takes a few minutes to adjust to, I was a little disappointed. Yes, it hurt less going in, but it didn't stimulate me the same way as my husband's did. Still, it did feel good, and he was pounding me very hard, so I could feel an anal orgasm building up. Instinctively, I reached back and started to rub my clit. He kept pounding away, without slowing down for what felt like nearly ten minutes, occasionally applying more lube to keep things going fast. I furiously rubbed my clit until I exploded again, and I actually squirted. I sprayed out what felt like a gallon of whatever "squirt" is made out of, and drenched my legs and the bed beneath me. But Eric didn't seem to notice. He just kept hammering away at my ass, until I felt him studder a little bit, and give three more hard thrusts all the way up into my ass.
He had, for the second time today, emptied his balls inside of me. This time, deep up inside of my ass. He warned me right away not to let it spill out. I asked him if I could use the restroom, but he didn't even let me catch my breath. He said, "No, you're leaving." And with that, he grabbed me by the hand, led me to the front door, out of the building and to his car. He made me put my panties and pants back on in the parking lot before getting inside the car. Then he drove me back to the bar where I had left my car parked. He didn't even say goodbye. I got out, and he immediately drove away.
I got into my car, and grabbed my phone from the center console. One missed call, and two texts. All from my husband. The texts were "How is the movie?" and "Coming home soon? Dinner is getting cold." And then twenty minutes ago, a missed call. I had been gone for nearly four hours. By the time I got home, it was after five pm. My husband had already put the kids down for a nap, and he met em at the door. He looked slightly concerned, but asked me how the movie was. I responded it was fine, but that I had a headache. This wasn't too far-fetched, as movie theaters usually gave me a headache. My husband responded that the kids were asleep, and that we could fool around if I was feeling up to it, but I was not. I just went to the bathroom, and took a long hot shower.
After my shower, I looked at my panties, and saw they were ruined. Full of cum, and stained with blood, I realized that Eric must have torn my ass when he was fucking me. I carefully wrapped them up and discarded them before heading to bed. When I woke up the next day, I texted Eric, and told him that we needed to take a break. He didn't respond. I was glad he didn't respond. I didn't want to talk to him. Sure, the sex was fun and exciting, but it always made me feel terrible. And he didn't love me, he didn't even like me. He just liked fucking me and hurting me, and I fully understood how stupid I was to ever get involved with him. I never wanted to see him again.
I avoided Eric for a long time after that. I never responded to his texts, and did my best to avoid even seeing him at work. That day was the last day we ever hooked up in any way.
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This ends the retelling of my affair with Eric. After this chapter, comes the events of Young Wife Finds a Lover at Work Chapter 3. After which I was caught by my husband and kicked out of our house. To make a long story short. I ended up quitting that job, and going to therapy. After about six months, my husband agreed to meet with me, and I told him every single detail, and begged for forgiveness. I knew I didn't deserve it, and thought he would divorce me. I even told him i wouldn't fight him for custody of the kids. But he forgave me. He told me he didn't think he loved me anymore, but he still wanted me to be in the kids' lives, and that he would be willing to try to love me again. Under the understanding that I would never cheat on him again, or do anything to endanger our children he let me move back in, and we resumed life as a married couple. We moved a few hours away, and now he runs an advertising agency, and I work from home. We didn't have sex for nearly a year after that, but eventually, he warmed back up to me, and we have been happy ever since.
Think what you want about me, but I have never once since then taken him for granted, talked shit about him, or even considered flirting with other men, much less cheating on him again. In the years since then, our sex life has become more active and exotic than ever, but I am now, in every sense of the word, a loving wife. And that is what I will remain.
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