Her moist lips grasped tighter and tighter around my glistening prick as her mouth took more of my cock. I held her head steady, and pumped my entire cock in and out of her mouth as I moaned, "Oh baby that feels so good I can't wait to make you cum." Her legs were soaked with her cunt juices, which were flowing freely I groaned, "Baby the driver is getting off watching you suck me. Spread your legs for him baby. Show him your hot little cunt." She let out a long lusty groan, "ooohhhhh" as she spread her legs and pushed her ass higher in the air. She slurped on my cock as I said, "baby he's playing with himself. He's looking at your pussy and jerking off." Donna sucked harder as she felt my cock swell "Only a few seconds more baby. I'm almost there baby. I'm going to squirt my hot cum baby." Hungrily sucking my aching cock I grabbed her head and shoved her mouth down hard onto my cock. "Oh yess baby yess Im cummming." I spurted three large loads in her mouth. She licked every drop of m
"Honey, I had to do it. The slimy little bastard had me over a barrel." "Nope, he didn't. Not a barrel in sight on that video." "Please don't be petty. Not now. If I didn't do it, he was going to block my promotion." "So why didn't you come to me and tell me about it so we could fix it together?" "If I'd come to you, what would you have said?" "Change jobs or change marriages." "Exactly. I knew you'd say that." "And, that's the point I'm trying to make." "What? I don't understand." I sighed. There were a lot of things I didn't understand. How my wife could spend a whole afternoon fucking her boss, in every orifice and on every piece of furniture in the hotel room. How trust always seems to end up as weakness. How faith is just another word, or else the name of a nice girl that got bullied at school. How that fat cunt could fuck my wife for three hours solid without having a heart attack. The amount of Viagra he had to have taken, his ticker should have blown up and tocked it'
"But I brought this home to show you what I'd done, and try and explain how sorry, how very sorry I was that I had strayed down that path. It was my own fault. I can't even blame him too much. I made it way too easy for him. But you had to know how disastrously stupid I'd been. Halfway home, I started throwing up and had to decide how to tell you. I put a message at the front and at the end for you. I guessed that you might throw me out as soon as you saw any of it, and thought it might be the only way you would hear my apology. But you'd already seen it" "Then why all that shit when you saw what was playing on the TV." She sighed. "I was going to tell you and show you the video later. You took me by surprise, and everything I was going to do and say just slipped right out of my brain. I panicked and dropped into protect and serve myself mode. "I wanted us to have one final evening of loving one another. I got us a table at Mario's for eight, and even bought new clothes, so that yo
My wife, Marie, looked good - really good. Almost edible, if I was into eating rat poison. She approached the board room in the crowd of ass wipes who purported to run the company, Acme Ltd, although most of the running was so far beneath them that they would reach terminal velocity if they ever deigned to move down to that level of reality. Marie was dressed in an elegantly tailored bespoke suit, the skirt a little shorter and the top a little tighter than most business executives would probably go for, but that was Marie for you. She had shapely legs and lovely round tits, and used them to her advantage in any and every business meeting. But not for me, her sad, fucked-up husband. Not any more. The group of corpulent men and slim, hard-bodied assistants entered the boardroom and stared at me seated at the far end of the long, highly polished oak table, where the chairman - Mr Max Collins the almighty would normally sit. On one side of me were Dallas and Holmes, on the other was W
I rose to my feet, adjusted my jacket and fastened the lowest button. My suit was cheap as chips, but it followed the same general pattern as all the expensive ones. Then I adjusted my tie and cleared my throat. All eyes followed my every move. Even Marie's, although she seemed to not want to look at me, she was so furious. "Thank you, Mr Warburton. Gentlemen, the first item on the agenda is a motion of no confidence in the board of this company, and that all members of said board be replaced with immediate effect." There was a moment's silence, and then an uproar broke out that would have suited any bar during a cup final game. Some were laughing like donkeys, others were roaring like bears and some were squealing like pigs. So perhaps it would have been better suited to any bar during a showing of Animal Farm. My wife now appeared to be so embarrassed at my behaviour that she couldn't look at me. She was slumped in a seat, shrinking right down in the hope that nobody would notice
Sex with her was fine as well, although there was always a treacherous little thought within me after a bout of good loving that wondered if her responses to me had come from an Ikea instruction booklet: do this and then this, then turn it over and screw that, and then pound that and hope there are no bits left over. In other words, a well-learned way of having really good sex rather than a natural progression of desire. I had always felt a little treacherous for thinking that. I never considered that treachery would come from her. So, I had been looking at the wrong page in the cheating partner catalogue. I had imagined her with a big, fine-looking, flashy guy with an enormous nob. Not a little fucking yapping terrier with a sense of self-importance only slightly bigger than his belly. Over two years then, since the foul-mouthed old lecher had hoisted that belly up onto her naked body and prodded at her with his cock. For a moment I wondered whether he was better at it than me, or
My hand shot up enthusiastically as I looked at Marie. Her mouth was open and she kept licking her lips as if her mouth was really, really dry. It wasn't pretty. Her eyes seemed to have sunk and dulled, darting everywhere but at me. Her shoulders were hunched in on herself and her arms were crossed over her chest. Clearly she expected someone to take a swing at her. Not me. I wouldn't touch her, not even with my worst enemy's dick, never mind a barge pole. A few people said they were sorry. "Collectively, you morons. That means altogether. Now, one, two, three..." "We're sorry Mr Bentley." "No, no, no. There are some in the back who aren't putting an effort into it. Come on. I want enthusiasm!" It was so surreal I almost let myself collapse with laughter. Here were these captains of industry, giants among giants, the business elite, all chanting like second year schoolchildren how sorry they were that they had all fucked my wife. I made the mistake of looking at Beth, who was g
Beth stared at me, tears in her eyes. "I never, that wasn't it... I didn't...""You didn't tell him you were little miss diamonds and pearls from a golden family? Why not? Afraid he'd see through you?"Beth turned and I just knew she was going to run. And if she ran I might never get her back. I grabbed her hand, swung her in and held her to me."Hey," I whispered as she sobbed against my chest. "She's looking for a weakness to try and split us up and break our friendship apart. It's not going to happen. I don't care whether you have a couple of quid or not. I really don't. You are my best friend. But this is what she does. It's who she is. She manipulates reality. Why do you think I could never prove her infidelity? She could spin anyone around and get them to believe black was white."I turned back to Marie, who was watching us with triumph in her eyes."Marie, you had better shut that big trap of yours right now, or the next words out of it will