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After that conversation at the mall, the days were a torment disguised as routine. Outwardly, everything stayed the same: Sarah and I had breakfast together, we laughed over any little nonsense while sipping some drink, at night we cuddled very peacefully. I even tried to get close to her the way I always had, with the same rhythm as before.
One night, after dinner, I hugged her from behind in the kitchen and told her, “I want you so much,” I whispered in her ear. She turned, smiled at me with that sweetness that always disarms me, and said, “I’m exhausted today, baby. Tomorrow? I want it to be special.” Another night, already in bed, I sought her lips with more hunger, tried to touch her. “Poor baby, you’re tense,” she murmured while stroking my cheek. “Let’s rest, okay? I’ll make it up to you soon.” Always affectionate, always gentle, but always a no. I nodded, swallowing the frustration, and my mind wouldn’t stop spinning.
Inside, it was hell. I couldn’t stop imagining what would happen on Friday. Alex touching her, fucking her, claiming parts of her that I already felt didn’t belong to me anymore. It made me hard just thinking about it… Sarah on her knees, swallowing that huge cock; Alex grabbing her hair while pounding her from behind.
I jerked off in the shower, quick and ashamed, coming hard imagining her moans saying his name. Or at work, staring at the empty spot on my desk where our photo used to be, feeling that traitorous erection. I got home obsessed, sneaking glances at her phone when she wasn’t looking, wondering if they’d already started sending each other dirty messages. The uncertainty was eating me alive.
Friday afternoon came way too fast. Around six, Sarah started getting ready. I pretended to watch something on the living room TV, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She showered first and came out wrapped in a white towel that barely covered her curves, hair wet and wavy down her back. She sat in front of the bedroom mirror, door open, and did her makeup calmly.
Then she opened the lingerie drawer and pulled out a new set I’d never seen, a black lace push-up bra that made her perfect tits look incredible and a matching thong that was barely a string between her round ass cheeks. She put it on slowly, checking herself in the mirror, adjusting the straps. She’d never shown me how it looked on her. Then she picked that short black skirt we’d bought together, the one that barely reached below her ass, hugging her wide hips, and a semi-sheer white blouse that let the lace show through. High heels that made her endless legs look even longer.
I couldn’t hold back and walked over. “You look incredible,” I murmured, my cock already hard against her ass. I tried to slide my hands up to her tits, to kiss her deep.
She smiled at me in the mirror but gently stopped my hands. “Not yet, baby,” she said in that sweet voice. “Let’s save the energy for later, okay? When I get back… I’ll give you everything you want.”
I tried to kiss her on the lips again. She turned her head and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Alex says he loves how tight clothes look on me… I think this skirt is going to drive him crazy tonight,” she whispered like it was the most natural thing in the world.
My stomach dropped. “It’s just dinner and whatever happens, right? You’ll be back early tomorrow,” I said, hating how insecure I sounded.
“Of course, love. Just dinner… and whatever happens,” she repeated, winking at me. “Don’t worry, I’ll text you when I get there. I love you.”
She checked herself in the mirror one last time, radiant, cheeks already flushed with anticipation. At seven thirty she ordered the Uber. She gave me another kiss on the cheek no lips and left. “Be good, baby.” I stood at the door watching her get in the car. The skirt rode up a little as she sat, flashing thigh. The driver looked. She smiled, the Uber pulled away and disappeared.
The apartment fell into a heavy silence, and the worst was still to come.
Sarah felt her heart pounding the whole ride. She stared out the window, biting her lip, imagining Alex’s hands on her skin. The uncertainty excited her as much as the certainty. She knew that tonight he would claim more, and she was ready to give him everything. She arrived at the upscale bar-restaurant he’d chosen, one with low lights and secluded tables.
Alex was waiting at the entrance, leaning against the wall with that natural arrogance that defined him. Black shirt tight across his broad shoulders and abs, pants that hinted at the big bulge she already knew so well. When he saw her get out of the car, his dark eyes scanned her slowly, from the heels to the blouse that showed the lace.
“Fuck, Sarah,” he said in a low voice, stepping close. “You look like you’re begging to be fucked all night, nonstop.”
She blushed, but her pussy was already wet. He didn’t wait; he grabbed her waist, pulled her against his hard body, and kissed her deep, tongue and all, right there at the door. One hand went straight down to graze her ass over the short skirt. She moaned softly against his mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Let’s go inside. I want you soaked before the first course.”
He guided her with his hand low on her back, fingers brushing the top of her ass cheeks as they entered the intimate place.
The table was a secluded booth, dim light, expensive wine already ordered. They sat side by side. Alex didn’t waste time; his hand was on her bare thigh from the start, sliding slowly up under the skirt.
At first they talked light stuff like work, some funny anecdote. But soon he shifted the tone.
“Does your little hubby know what a slut you turn into when I’m inside you?” he asked quietly, finger brushing her thong.
Sarah laughed nervously, parting her legs a little. “No… this time I’m not telling him anything. That’s your rule.”
“Good.” The finger pressed her clit through the damp fabric. “You’re already soaked. Were you thinking about my cock all week?”
“All the time,” she admitted, biting her lip.
“Tell me something pathetic Mark could never make you feel.”
She swallowed, the wine warming her inside. “Mark is sweet, loving… but you’d do things to me he never could. You’d fuck me like I was really yours. You can make me come over and over until I’m shaking.”
“Because you are.” He slipped a finger under the thong, inside her. Sarah gasped. “Repeat: your tits and your mouth are mine.”
“My tits are yours. My mouth is yours. My pussy… is yours,” she whispered obediently.
“And him? How long does the poor guy last before he comes?”
Sarah laughed, turned on. “With Mark it’s quick… two minutes, three at most. With you I know I won’t stop coming, for hours.”
Alex smiled arrogantly, adding another finger. “Does it turn him on knowing his wife is my whore?”
“Yes… he comes just imagining it. But tonight no details for the pathetic Mark. He’ll only know you fucked me.”
“Exactly.” He pulled his fingers out and brought them to her mouth. Sarah sucked them. “I love that you humiliate him with me. Tell me you prefer my cock to his.”
“I prefer your cock. It’s so much bigger, thicker… it stretches me, fills me like Mark never could.”
“Good girl.” His hand went back under the skirt, rubbing her clit until she was trembling. “Talking about him like that gets me so horny… I love that you humiliate him,” she moaned softly.
Dinner went on in that constant tension, him forcing her to confess cruel comparisons, reminding her of the rules, touches getting more intimate. At one point he pulled his hard cock out under the table and made her stroke it slowly while he whispered everything he was going to do to her later.
When they finished, Alex paid and stood. “Let’s go to my place,” he said, voice rough. “I want to fuck you until you forget his name again.”
They left. In the taxi he kissed her hungrily, fingers inside her the whole way. They got to the apartment. As soon as he closed the door, he pushed her against the wall, wild kisses, hands hiking up the skirt, ripping off the thong. She gasped when he squeezed her tits over the blouse, nipples already hard.
“Take everything off except the heels,” he ordered.
Sarah obeyed, trembling, standing naked while he took off his shirt, showing the perfect torso.
Alex looked her up and down, naked except for the high heels that made her legs look endless. Her perfect tits rose and fell with every ragged breath, nipples hard, her pussy already glistening with wetness between her thighs. He yanked off his shirt, revealing that torso Mark envied in silence.
“Fuck, Sarah, you were made to be fucked nonstop,” Alex growled, stepping toward her slow and predatory. He shoved her back against the wall, his hard body pressing her completely. Intense kisses, his tongue invading her mouth with a possession Mark no longer knew, a deep kiss that claimed everything. His big hands grabbed her tits hard, squeezing, pinching the nipples until she gasped against his lips.
“Take off my pants, slut,” he ordered. Sarah obeyed with trembling hands, pulling down the zipper. His cock sprang free huge, thick, veined, the head swollen and shiny with precum. Always so much bigger than Mark’s, as he made sure to remind her.
“God…,” she murmured, dropping to her knees without being told. Alex grabbed her wavy hair, guiding her firmly.
“Open wide, like the good whore you are.” She opened her mouth, swallowing the head first, then more, until it hit her throat. Tears welled from the effort, but she moaned around him, saliva running down her chin. Alex thrust deep, fucking her mouth with a relentless rhythm.
“Get your phone,” he said suddenly, without pulling out. “Record this I want a short audio, no face. I want you to say how pathetic your cuckold is while you suck me.”
Sarah reached for her phone on the nearby table with an unsteady hand, hit record audio. She kept sucking, wet moans echoing in the room.
“Mark… you never fill my mouth like Alex does,” she murmured between licks, voice hoarse and broken. “His cock is huge… yours is so small… I’m Alex’s whore now, my little hubby is pathetic.” Alex smiled arrogantly, thrusting deeper while she recorded. She stopped the recording, so turned on by the transgression that her pussy dripped onto the floor.
“Good girl.” He lifted her suddenly, her legs wrapping around his waist, and he penetrated her against the wall in one hard thrust. Sarah screamed, feeling stretched, filled in a way Mark never managed. He pounded hard, her tits bouncing against his chest.
“Repeat for me: my tits are yours, my mouth is yours.”
“My tits are yours… my mouth… my pussy… everything is yours,” she gasped, nails digging into his back.
They moved to the bed without separating, him still inside. Alex put her on her back in brutal missionary. Him on top dominating her, his cock sliding in and out with wet, obscene sounds. He slapped her tits, bit the nipples, their sweat mixing. Sarah came the first time, shaking all over, screaming his name.
“Get the phone again, slut, and record a short video with the camera pointed at my cock fucking you.”
She obeyed, focusing on the spot where his thick cock slid in and out of her red, swollen pussy. “Mark never makes me come like this… only Alex destroys my pussy,” she moaned for the camera, voice breaking with another orgasm. Alex sped up, growling.
“Tell him you’d rather I fill you.”
“I’d rather your cum inside… not Mark’s… he doesn’t satisfy me anymore.” She stopped recording, lost in pleasure. Alex kept her in missionary a while longer, going deeper and slower, torturing her with every stroke.
“I want a third recording when I come in your mouth later, understood? But now I want you to say loud and clear ‘I’m your whore and my husband is just a cuckold.’”
She recorded again, moaning: “I’m your whore, Alex… Mark is a loser cuckold who comes just imagining us… he’ll never know how wet you make me.”
He finally flipped her onto all fours on the bed, ass high. He grabbed her hair and spanked her hard, leaving red marks on her perfect ass cheeks. He penetrated her deep from behind, his balls slapping her clit. Sarah screamed with powerful orgasms one after another orgasms Mark would never hear because he must never find out about this.
“Imagine your little hubby watching this right now,” Alex growled, spanking harder. “Record another audio with the spanks in the background.”
She hit record again and moaned, “Mark is a loser… only you fuck me for real… spank me more, Alex… my cuckold never touches me like this.” She came again, squirting a little, soaking the sheets.
“Ride me now, whore. I want to watch you bounce.”
Sarah climbed on top, guiding his cock inside. She moved up and down slowly at first, tits bouncing near his face. Alex grabbed them and sucked the nipples so fiercely that pain showed on her face, yet she sped up, grinding her hips frantically, chasing as many orgasms as she could with Alex, obeying the rule of telling her husband nothing. Sarah was completely lost in her own pleasure.
Alex kept making her humiliate her husband while she worked her ass on his cock, wanting to see how far a married woman would go who enjoyed cheating on her husband or maybe he just wanted absolute control.
“Mark… your little cock never fills me… Alex stretches me more every time… I’m addicted to him… my pathetic husband jerks off alone thinking about this.” When Sarah finished saying that, they both came together, him pumping deep inside her, flooding her womb with hot cum, so much semen that her uterus might end up pregnant from it all. She kept screaming and rubbing her clit to maximize the orgasm.
They collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Alex held her possessively, kissing her neck while Sarah curled against his chest, euphoric, her pussy still leaking his cum.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Those clips are ours… for now. Tomorrow your cuckold still won’t know anything.”
He discreetly took her phone from the nightstand, pretending to check the time. He opened the chat with Mark saved as “Baby ”and sent the most explicit clip, the one from doggy with spanks, clear confessions, and moans screaming “only you fuck me for real.” He hit send like it was an accident, quickly deleted the trace. The phone vibrated softly with the notification, but Sarah, exhausted and eyes closed, didn’t notice.
“Rest, my little whore,” Alex whispered, stroking her hair. “Tomorrow you go back to him… carrying my cum inside you.”
To be continued…
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