I told him I WOULD NOT FUCK HIM.
I said it in no uncertain terms. I’m married with 2 kids. I love my husband. But when I saw that cock, I KNEW I had to suck it.
That’s not cheating-cheating, right?
It all started when he carried my groceries out to the car. He’s at least 10-15 years younger than I am. He’s probably legal to buy cigarettes, but not alcohol, I’d guess, but I never asked. He clearly flirted with me as he loaded up my trunk.
This happened again and again over the next few months—I’d do my weekly shopping, and he’d be the one to help load up my car.
I noticed he had a pretty sizable bulge in his pants, and thinking about his young, probably inexperienced cock made my panties very, very wet.
The flirting got more and more obvious until he finally asked me if I were single. I held up my hand with the ring.
“Your husband is very, VERY lucky” he told me, “I hope he knows it”.
“I’m not sure he does,” I said, fiddling with the bottom of my shorts, biting my lip. I gave him the eyes—you know which.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, “is there anything I can do…to, uh, help that situation?”
“I can’t fuck you” I told him bluntly, “I can’t cheat like that”.
“Oh” he said, starting to turn away.
Then I said “but I CAN do other stuff”.
“Yeah?” he smiled.
“Yeah,” I smiled back, “what time do you get off?”
I was back 4 hours later, picking him up in my car, hoping no one noticed. He made nervous small talk as I made my way to my house. I escorted him upstairs to the bedroom. I took off my overcoat to reveal the sexy purple lingerie I was wearing. His jaw dropped. Did I mention I LOVE younger guys????
“Yes, please,” he said, and leaned in to kiss me.
“NO” I told him, just this…”
And I got down on my knees. Slowly, so as to make the moment last as long as possible, I undid the button of his jeans. He moaned almost too quietly to hear. I unzipped his jeans, and I could already feel that hardening hunk of meat expanding- pushing out into the new space, happy to have room to grow. I slipped the jeans down to his ankles. He was wearing black boxer briefs- my favorite. I pulled those down too.
When I saw it finally—that long, thick, hard, pulsing cock, I almost fell in love. It was a gorgeous dick- perfect in every way. I licked my lips and looked up at him.
“Tell me you want me” I said.
“I want you so bad” he said, shuddering as the tip of his cock entered my lips.
Slowly, gently, I massaged the tip with my tongue, swirling the head, popping in it in and out of my mouth. I felt his hands on the back of my head, guiding me down, eager to get further inside. So I let him- I opened up my mouth and throat and let him slide ALLLLL the way back until his cock was tapping at my tonsils.
“Oh my god YES” he was saying as I deep-throated him vigorously, also working my hand on the shaft as well, tugging his balls too. I wanted to FUCK that cock soooooooooo fucking bad, but THAT would be REAL cheating. I’d have to just hammer away at my pussy later with a toy. For now, it was just his cock and my throat, taking him all in. The more I wanted him, the more excited I got, the harder I sucked.
I took his cock out of my mouth and slapped myself in the face with it.
It felt so good I did it again, HARD! When his cock THWAPPED my face my pussy cramped up in pain—it actually aches sometimes when I get THAT horny, and oh boy, it was aching! I laid his cock right up my face so I could lick his balls underneath while my hand massaged the tip. I could tell by his breathing he was getting close. I slapped myself with that meat a few more times, looked up at him with “fuck me” eyes, and then jammed his cock back down my throat, sucking as hard as I could!
I grabbed his perfectly smooth ass cheeks and guided him into my face until his balls were squashing my chin.
“OH MY GOD” he shouted “I’M GONNA CUM!”
I wanted the best of both worlds, and I got them—I let him pump the first couple of squirts down my throat, swallowing his sweet cum. But then I pulled him out to let the last few squirts hit my face and my neck.
I closed my eyes and let this BOY jack the rest of it all over my nice make up. When it was finally spent, I rubbed this glossy tip on my lips, taking one last taste.
I sent him home after that, and grabbed the nearest toy. I’m not exaggerating here: I literally masturbated for 2 hours after he left!
I jammed that vibrator into my pussy, against my G-spot, I laid it against my clit, and I finished with it in my ass. I fucked myself RAW thinking of that cock, and what it would be like to ride it. I SWEAR I won’t cheat and fuck another man. But sucking a cock? Not REALLY cheating. What my hubby doesn’t know won’t hurt him, and shit, how do I know HE’S not getting his knob polished by his cute secretary working those long hours anyway, right?