Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
The glass of wine has helped take the nerves away. I feel like a true slut as the adulterous husband smirks down at me.
“Yeah, I can feel how much you want it. You’re not playing.”
“How much I want you, you mean.”
His grin is so bright. “Viv’s gonna go fucking berserk when she hears you talk like that.”
“I hope so. I want her to punish me like I deserve it.”
“Be careful what you wish for.”
“Oh, I wish for it. Give me that big cock and fuck me like a guilty, dirty husband. Make her go fucking berserk!”
“Holy shit!” he says and moves position with brute force, pulling out and flipping me onto my front. He pulls my panties down and off as I fall flat on the bed, but he yanks me right back onto all fours in a heartbeat and slams into my pussy from behind. He grabs a load of my hair, and I’m his. I’m his. I’m fucking his. I drill it into my head so hard I’m panting, telling him so.
“My name’s Mark,” he tells me. “You’d better start using it.”
“Mark,” I repeat. “Fuck me, Mark. Don’t stop. Please, don’t fucking stop!”
I drop down so I can work my clit, well aware I’m leaving lipstick smears on the pillow as my face hits. The more the better. I want his wife to see them.
Fuck, how Mark pounds me. He’s gripping my hips to slam deeper, on the road to fucking coming when he curses to himself and pulls out.
“I need to stop,” he says. “It’s only supposed to be a warmup until we’re discovered. If I start shooting my load already, Viv is gonna be pissed as fuck.”
I roll onto my side, watching him cupping his dick and balls.
“Have another drink if you want,” he offers, and I reach across to the bedside cabinet to pour myself another glass. I stare at him while I sip it.
“This is the problem with Viv choosing someone so… so hot,” he says. “You’ll drive me fucking mental.”
“That’s what she wants, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but after she arrives, not before she even shows her face. She isn’t home yet.”
“How long do we have?”
He checks his watch.
“Ten minutes. She always gives me an hour first.”
Shit… we’ve been playing for nearly an hour already? Time sure flies when you’re having fun.
“How about this, then,” I say, finishing up some more wine and relaxing back on the bed, legs hitched up. “I’ll play for you until you hear her car pull up, and then, when you hear her arrive, you climb up on top and slam me like you fucking mean it?”
“Determined to give me every minute, are you? Most girls would just lie there and cream the cash.”
“I’m not most girls,” I say, and snake my hand down between my legs.
I play with myself while the adulterous Mark watches, spreading my slit wide open so that he can see my swollen clit. I spit on my fingers and use the opportunity to lube myself up some more, until I’m nice and wet, clit slick and needy. I look at the cock he’s holding, and imagine taking another cock on top later tonight. I wonder how hard his wife’s slaps are going to be, and if she’s going to punish me even half as much as I want to be punished right now.
Mark looks over at the window a few minutes later.
“Her cab just arrived.”
He starts to move towards me, but I shake my head.
“The longer you wait, the more feral you’ll be when you fuck me.”
“I’m fucking feral now,” he says.
“Just one more minute,” I tell him, “I’m close to coming,” I work my clit fast, “I want to be real close when you slam into me. I want her to see me coming when you fuck me.”
“Fucking hell,” he says, gripping his cock tight.
I keep playing while he watches, and his eyes are so full of need. I spread my pussy and show him what he’s missing… what he’ll be getting… and he groans, gripping his balls.
I slap my clit once, twice, and I’m so fucking close, I daren’t touch it again.
His wife calls out loudly, no doubt deliberately, from the stairs as she approaches the action.
“Mark! Are you up there? The party was boring, so I came home early.”
Her voice is deep. Authoritative.
“Jesus Christ,” Mark says and launches his body onto mine, pumping me like he’s been doing it for hours, his mouth slavering as he kisses me. I wrap my legs around his waist and coax him on, urge him on, panting like a bitch against his mouth. We’re still going strong as the bedroom door swings open wide, but it’s a close call, since I can’t hold back anymore.
“Mark!” I cry as he slams me and the orgasm is so intense, I’m seeing fucking stars as he pounds me.