It had been years of work, taking off the last of the baby weight. She'd hit the gym every morning, working hard, watching what she ate, until she had the body of a girl half her age.
The problem was, her husband barely seemed to notice. The night she snuck into his office, catching him watching porn, it was probably inevitable. She felt betrayed. She felt rejected.
She felt unappreciated, and that was the worst. If he didn't want her hot new body, somebody would.
As she boarded that plan, she told herself she wouldn't actually go through with it. She just wanted to know she could, that another man would want her.
When she caught Brian staring at her - directly at her tits - she caught herself wondering, if she hit on him, what would he do? Scolding herself, she excused herself and went to the restroom. Wasn't a younger guy - he couldn't be older than 25 - staring at her 40 year old body enough? He clearly was attracted to her. That's what she wanted.
Making her way back to the table, she knew it wasn't enough.
As the group thinned out, it ended up just her and Brian at the bar. He was nice, but too aggressive in that way younger men, with less experience, could be. A little clumsy, the way she caught him staring down her dress. A little too obvious.
Then she felt his hand on her knee. Not on her knee, exactly, but he kept accidentally - not accidentally at all - making contact with her leg, brushing her knee, letting his fingers linger on her skin.
He suggested a nightcap, as the bar announced last call. She knew she had to say no. Anything more could actually be cheating, would no longer be in middle aged exploratory fun.
"Sure," she heard herself say, "but let's go to my room. I need to do something."
It was a lie. She knew there was nothing safer about her room, but she thought it would be easier to call things off if she were already back in her own space, a space she felt like she controlled.
Brian agreed, and said he needed to stop by his own room, and he'd be right up.
Walking to the elevator, it felt awkward, like they were together. No, she reminded herself. She wasn't here to cheat.
But knowing she was sending him home frustrated could be fun, couldn't it?
He stood too close to her on the elevator. She worried he might make a move, but after she deposited him on a lower floor, she rode in silence.
Walking to her room, she thought she should call him, tell him she had a headache or something.
Back in the room, she looked at herself in the mirror. She knew she looked sexy, but maybe too sexy. Should she change into her pajamas? They weren't sexy at all, but they might send the wrong message.
"Just a little make out," she told herself, as she heard his knock at the door.
He seemed larger, stronger, as he entered the room. She thought she caught a glimpse of a bulge in his pants, but they were black slacks, and it was hard to tell. That had to be enough, right? Getting a man hard without doing anything, surely that was enough to prove whatever it was she needed to prove.
He'd brought a bottle of wine, and poured them both a glass, handing one too her.
She'd been drinking liquor, because wine always had such an unusual effect on her - it always turned her on. She thought about how hard she was going to masturbate once he left.
If he left.
There was only a small couch and the bed. Sit on the couch, she told herself, and he'll be too close. Sit on the bed, and she was inviting trouble.
As she stood at the edge of the bed, considering, feeling his eyes on her ass, she felt him stand behind her.
She turned.
He towered over her.
His hands on her arms. Her heart racing, he took her drink from her and set it on the dresser.
He leaned down. She could feel his breath on her face.
"Just a little make out," she told herself, as his lips touched hers. Softly, gently, timidly at first. It was almost sweet. She knew anything more would be too far, as her lips parted, their tongues finding one another.
He pressed his body against hers. She could feel his muscles against her chest, a bulge pressing against her leg.
His arms went around her back, drawing her closer. They were present together. She had to make him stop.
He turned her, lowering her down onto the bed. As he laid, gently above her, she felt it pushing against her leg. She wondered how big it was. If her husband could look at women online, she could look at a man, right?
His hands were on her body, running across her breasts. She felt her nipples get hard, as he slowly massaged them, through her dress.
She'd never let him play with them, she told herself, as he pulled the straps of her dress down her arms, exposing her tits.
He moved to start sucking on them, and she laid back, closing her eyes. It was fun, better than fun, to have a man so tuned on by her. And his mouth definitely felt good, but this was enough.
Then she felt his hand moving up her leg. As she told herself things had gone far enough, she felt her legs part, his finger moving across her underwear. She knew they were soaked. She knew, he knew, they were soaked.
He pulled them aside, his finger finding her clit. She moaned as he started to massage it. What if she let him make her cum? As long as she didn't do anything with him, that was ok, right?
Her hips started to rise and fall, as he continued sucking on her breasts, his finger rubbing her.
"Fuck" she muttered, her breath quickening. "You're pretty good at that."
"Your pussy is so wet," he said, releasing her nipple and then moving to the other.
Her husband never said anything - hearing him say something like that turned her on even more.
Her hips started to move up and down even faster, matching his finger, as she felt an orgasm building.
"Fuck" she whispered, "I...I think I'm going to cum,"
"No," he said, moving his mouth off her breast, and back to her face. His tongue plunged into her, as he moved. Then he rolled onto his back.
Looking over, she watched as he unfastened his pants, pulling his cock out.
"Come suck it," he instructed her, wagging it back and forth.
Dutifully, she climbed onto all fours, putting her face just inches from him. He was bigger, thicker, and harder than any she'd ever seen before. She stared at it, her mind unable to think about anything except having it inside her. Moving her mouth down, just inches from it, she felt him sit up, put his hand into her brown hair, and shove - not move, not place, but shove - her mouth onto it.
Her lips opened before she knew what happened, her mouth full of his thick, hard cock. She let out a moan, her body shaking, as he started to guide her head up and down. Wrapping her hand around him, she started giving him the best blowjob she knew how.
She'd only give him head, she told herself. That would be ok. As long as they didn't have sex, it wasn't really cheating, she consoled herself.
"God fucking dammit, that feels good," Brian moaned, his hand still on the back of her head. Letting go, she sat back, propped up on his elbows. "I always wondered what it would feel like."
They'd just met, she thought. Releasing him from her mouth, stroking him with her hand, she looked up at him. "What it would feel like?"
"A married woman's mouth on my cock," he said, pushing her head back down.
She felt so hot, so slutty, she couldn't stop. Up and down, her mouth went, burying him into her throat. He filled her mouth up, making her gag. When he let her go, a thick rope of spit ran from her mouth back to him. She yearned to have his finger back on her clit.
Then he pushed her off of him, not asking permission, shoving her onto her back.
Her dress was gathered around her waste. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, her mind unable to comprehend what was happening. He tore off his own clothes, his cock sticking out, pointing at her.
She started to sit up, to put it back in her mouth, when he shoved her back into the bed. His eyes were dark and intense, staring straight into hers.
He moved her ass so it was just hanging off the edge of the bed. Pulling her panties aside, he leaned forward, staring directly into her. She felt the tip, just gently touching the edge of her.
She had to tell him to stop, she screamed to herself.
She tired to sit up again, but he was so heavy, just above her. "Oh no," he said, "that married little cunt is mine."
Her eyes went wide as he pushed into her. She felt her hips buck up, her knees widen, her legs shake, as he plunged into her.
She wanted to cry out to stop, to tell him no.
Instead, she heard the sound of her own voice, "fuck yes. Take it."
He wasn't gentle. He didn't make love to her. He pounded himself into her. She felt his hips slamming into her own. Her body split open, his cock making her wider and wider with each thrust. She'd never felt anything like it, as if her pussy might explode. Putting her legs against each of his shoulder, he drove even deeper. She felt him punch her cervix - she'd never felt so full in her entire life.
"Fuck, your married pussy feels so fucking good." he moaned, his head resting on the bed next to hers.
Instantaneously, she felt her body shake, her pussy gripping his hard cock, every part of her spasming in the most intense orgasm of her entire life.
"FUCK!" he cried out, as she pushed him out of her. "You just about made cum, you little whore."
He stood above her. He looked so sexy, and the way he was talking to her, she knew she couldn't say no to anything he wanted. "Get on your fucking knees," he demanded.
She slid off the bed, pulling her dress over her head, now entirely naked. Dropping to her knees, she took him back in her mouth, licking her own juices off of him. He moaned, looking down at her, gathering her hair and fucking her face.
"You want more of this cock, don't you?" he asked.
She knew the answer had to be no, but she nodded yes.
"Roll over," he demanded.
She climbed onto the bed, pointing her ass back at him. He slid back into her, and she felt like he hit her stomach. Crying out, she had another orgasm, his cock spreading her all the way open. He started fucking her from behind, his hands holding her hips.
Then she felt something unusual on her ass. It was warm, maybe even wet. What came next was unmistakable, as he gently massaged her asshole, and then put a finger deep inside.
"Oh fuck," she cried out, dropping her head into the mattress.
"Do you let your husband finger your ass?" he asked, continuing to fuck her.
She shook her head no.
"Tell me," he demanded.
"No," she whispered.
"TELL ME," he almost yelled.
"I've never let my husband have my ass," she moaned, another orgasm growing closer.
"Good. Then after tonight, you'll always know it's mine."
She cried out, burying her face, her body shaking.
Then he pulled out, and climbed onto the bed beside her. "Get on," he instructed.
She pulled herself up, and started to throw a leg over him.
"Not like that, turn around," he told her.
She spun around, pointing her ass back at him. She'd never rode her husband this way. She wasn't sure she'd know what to do, as she lowered herself onto him.
"I can see your cum on me," he said, as he held her hips, guiding her up and down.
She started slow, but soon she was bouncing on him, her tits being thrown up and down. She felt his finger go back in her ass. She'd never felt so sexy, so needed, so desired.
Then he tossed her off, and onto her back. Climbing above her, he put himself back inside, kissing her. He started fucking her again, driving into her, his hips pumping and pumping and pumping.
"You're so fucking big," she moaned, locking eyes with him. "It feels so good."
"I don't care," he teased harshly, "I don't give a fuck how it feels. You are here for my pleasure."
She felt so degraded, and she loved it. "Use it," she cried out, another orgasm getting closer, "use my pussy to pleasure yourself."
"I'm going to wreck that little cunt," he said, still staring at her.
"Wreck it," she heard herself say.
"Fucking whore," he groaned, sitting up on his knees, still pumping away.
"Fuck yes," she cried out, her back arching. "I'm a fucking whore."
"A married whore," he grunted.
"Yes. A married whore. You're married whore. Use me like a married whore."
Her legs shook in his hands, her pussy gripping him. Her back arched, as she cried out, the strongest, most amazing orgasm yet.
"I'm going to breed your married pussy, and send you home full of my seed," he said, as he drove into her.
As she felt him expand, she heard herself start begging. "Please," she cried out, "please fill my married pussy."
He grunted, the loudest, angriest, manliest sound she'd ever heard, as she felt him splash against her insides. It felt like it lasted forever, as they orgasmed together, their bodies becoming one.
Eventually he stopped, pulling himself from her. She could feel his seed running down her leg, his cum coating her insides. Gathering his clothes, he kissed her. "Fucking amazing. I think I'm only fucking married women from now on," he said, as he climbed away.
She laid there for a minute, until she heard the door open and close. And just like that, he was gone.
*****
Arriving home a few days later, she dragged her husband to the bedroom.
"Treat me like a whore," she told him. He couldn't imagine what had gotten into her.
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