Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories by Belinda Hill Read Free Book Online

excitement of resisting him pushed her over the edge. She shuddered and gasped and grabbed him by the hair and ears and tried to pull his head into her womb. She gyrated her hips, grinding her cunt into his mouth, only vaguely worried about hurting him. She was lying on her back but she wished she were straddling his face, using her weight to force her cunt down into his face... and it appalled her to think of this, but she was beyond conscious thought... she was a primal orgasm reinventing itself over and over again in her body, in their bodies. The universe was centered in her clit and she could only let it take her where it would. She could feel her ejaculate spraying out, hot against her legs. Her husband was sure that she was peeing when she came like that and it disgusted him. This man seemed to love it, he was practically lapping it up as it squirted out.

She bucked and gasped and ground into him as her cunt contracted over and over, ejaculate spraying into his mouth, soaking his beard. It was very bitter, too bitter really, but he knew she had been saving it forever. The first time a woman had come into his mouth like this, he thought she was urinating and it scared and shocked him. He had never thought of "piss play" and suddenly he felt warm fluid on his face. Now he knew how this worked and he loved it. As much as he loved spewing his own jizz into a woman's mouth, he knew there could be nothing more intimate for her than him letting her gush into his. Since then, he had developed a curiosity about piss play and had learned enough about the hygiene of it that he liked to imagine that this woman was pissing into his mouth. But he also was enjoying her pleasure vicariously. He loved feeling a woman convulsing in ecstasy under his ministrations.

She finally relaxed and lay back, one hand caressing his head, his mouth breathing gently onto her now-soaked bush. He was far from satisfied himself but was willing to take a short break while she recovered. She was soaked in a pool of sweat and had pulled the sheets from the mattress. She was breathing heavily and had her eyes closed, twitching under the eyelids almost as if in REM sleep. If he had not had as much experience with giving women orgasms, he would have been afraid she was working up to an epileptic seizure or something. Slowly his raging hardon demanded attention. He wanted her to suck him dry, but he also wanted to pound her pussy. He was conflicted but she rescued him. She reached to the bedside table and fumbled with the condom he had fished out of his jeans during their early tangling. He wanted to show her he was responsible and thoughtful and while he had been tested after some of his earlier "wild times" and was pretty sure he had nothing "extra" to offer, he was still shooting live rounds and the last thing he wanted to do was create another complication by getting her pregnant on their "first date"!

She was twitching in ecstasy but wanted more... she reached to the bedside table and took the condom he had put there earlier in her hand. She boldly opened it, popped it in her mouth and proceeded to sheath him with it in the best way she could imagine. It was a trick her sex ed teacher had offered in college and she had always wanted to try it. It was cool. He responded well. But she didn't want to suck him through latex, she wanted to be pounded. She had had her first wave of orgasms and was ready for a good pounding. She spread her legs as wide as she could, practicing yoga fairly regularly, that was pretty far. Her pussy lips opened and her twat gaped widely inviting him in. She had done this in front of a mirror before, out of curiosity, and now she was confident that he could not resist her "perfect fuck hole". She couldn't believe how brazen they both were, after all the shy and careful e-mails, laced only with hopeful innuendo and metaphor.

He couldn't believe when she deftly rolled the condom onto his stiff rod with her mouth. He didn't like