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Authors name: Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)
Story title : One In The Oven - 1
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One In The Oven - 1 (MF, voy, cheat)
by Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)
Edited by Jan (The Kristen Archives)
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I've been married for 9 years now. I've never fooled
around on my husband from time to time, but I've always
played the faithful, dutiful wife to him.
I knew he had fooled around on me once or twice with the
girls he worked with.
But now things are different, he never looks at other
girls, he has eyes only for me. I love him so much for
this and I'm going to surprise him. I'm going to pick him
up from work, and treat him to the sexiest night out of
his life.
I drive to his workplace wearing a housecoat with the
sexist white see-through bra and g-string I can buy
underneath. I always felt funny when I'm at his
workplace, I don't know if he was sleeping with the girl
I'm dealing with or what he might have said about me to
win them over. I wonder if they are secretly laughing at
me.
I arrived at his building, and ride the elevator to the
15th floor and walk up to the receptionist desk. I'm a
few minutes early, but there is no one to meet me at the
desk. I wait a bit, then walk up the hall to his office.
His office has a window that looks out into the hallway
so he gets to keep an eye on all the comings and goings
of everyone working there. There are blinds on the window
but they are always open. Except for right now.
That seemed wrong, they're never closed.
Suspicion fills my mind. I look through the gap at the
edge, where it doesn't quiet block the view and see the
receptionist. She's topless! And she's stepping out of
her expensive-looking silk panties. She is still wearing
her mini-skirt, a dark blue "power cut" number.
She walks across the room, to MY Husband, who is sitting
on the edge of his desk his shirt unbuttoned, his
trousers open, down around his knees. He's leaning back,
watching his receptionist as she walks toward him, her
large firm breasts swaying slightly as she walks. She
stops in front of him and reaches down and wrapped her
fingers around his erect cock. His cock is wet, probably
from her mouth, I suppose.
I watch them as she uses his dick as a handle to pull him
back onto his desk. It is something different to watch, a
stranger with her hand wrapped around my husbands dick.
His purple knob sticking out.
Now she uses two hands, one stroking his shaft and the
other ever so gently circling the head of his dick in a
rhythmic motion. The look on his face is one of ecstasy.
Then she moves her hand from his knob up to his face and
a string of his sticky pre-cum follows, breaking half way
leaving a shiny line on his belly.
Now she rubs the palm of her hand on his face caressing
his cheek, making it shine as well. She is staking claim
to my man, she has sucked his dick already. Did he cum in
her mouth? Did she swallow his cum? These questions race
through my mind.
Feeling that way is silly I know. Here the cheating
bastard is giving what is rightly mine to a girl I don't
even know. I want to bust in, to shout at them, but I
can't move. Shock and disbelief hold me to the spot.
Now she's pushing him back onto the desk further, he
appears to be totally in her control, his eyes going from
her breasts to her face. Now he reaches out to her,
laying down on his back across the desk he lifts the
miniskirt she is still wearing up so it looks almost as a
dark blue belt. She climbs up onto the desk and astride
him. Now on her knees, still holding his cock, stroking
it gently every so often.
I must admit, she is a beautiful woman, her long thick
dark hair falling over her shoulders, her full bosom, no
need for a bra for this girl. Her flawless skin, and her
youth, she couldn't be a day over 19 at the most. Except
for her breasts she would easily have passed for 15 or
less.
My husband is a womanizing bastard, but credit where it's
due, she's a beautiful woman. Watching them made me feel
a wave of emotions, extreme excitement. For watching such
an intimate moment, even betrayal, it's the kind of
moment sacred to most married women, my husband being
sexually possessed, and not by me. I always imagined when
he screwed around it would be harsh unloving sex. But
here I am seeing something entirely different. They're
gentle, loving, extremely sensual, and totally different
to the way we make love together.
She raises herself up on her perfect legs and moves
forward onto my husband. The hand she is caressing his
cock with now positioning it against her pussy, her most
intimate of parts.
I know that feeling, as his knob parts my lips.
She lowers herself onto him taking all of him into
herself, her eyes never leaving his.
I am standing at this window, peeping in through the gap
between the blinds and the window frame, watching another
girl and my husband. It's only been a minute, but it
feels like a lifetime.
Now she has both hands free and she leans forward on him,
and sucks on his nipples. Now I can see his cock buried
in her pussy. He splits her wide open by the look of it.
She is hairless there and I watch as she slowly humps up
and down on him. She must be tight because her inner lips
drag along his shaft as she lifts herself, and her outer
lips nearly disappear as she moves down his shaft. It is
wet from her juices, very wet, I can see her little pink
arsehole to, it sinks in and nearly pops out with her
movements.
I can't see his face now, her long tresses hide both
their faces, but I see his hands as they squeeze her butt
cheeks, rubbing her arsehole, feeling her thighs. She's
no bigger than a teenage girl, five foot tall and very
lightly built, except for her chest.
Her tits are squashed against him now, he holds her butt
cheeks and starts to drive himself in and out of her
faster. She is his now, he is using her body, with no
regard for her needs, just his need to cum in her, to
fill her with his seed. I know how this feels to.
As he approaches his orgasm his dick swells, the driving
thrusts being forced onto her. She's impaled by him and
she cums because of him. He drives into her faster
feeling her excitement. I can't see his cock now, only
his hairy balls because he is totally inside her now,
holding her tightly against himself.
Then he pulls nearly out and I see the edge of his gorged
purple knob glistening with their combined juices. A
dribble of his semen escapes, then he drives in again
hard. His fingers sink into her soft arse cheeks, then a
little thrust, another then a buck of his hips.
I know he is cumming, shooting his sperm into her. He's
giving MY sperm to this girl. I think of how it feels
when he cums in me, I can feel his seed, the pressure of
it jetting against my womb.
He bucks his hips again and presses a finger into her
arsehole to the first joint. She arches her back, her
breasts are red, her nipples sticking out. She is cumming
herself.
My husband leans forward taking a nipple in his mouth and
cups the other in his hand. She grinds down on his cock
and his finger both. His semen dribbles out of her around
his shaft, down over his balls and soaks into his
trousers.
Finally she gradually relaxes as her orgasm subsides, and
then gently lays down on my man panting for breath. Her
breasts looking as squashed pillows between them, his
cock still inside her with their sex-juice leaking slowly
out of her still.
Then she speaks for the first time, "I'd better go and
ring your wife, I'll tell her you're doing overtime
tonight, we have a lot to do yet"
"Mmmm, do that," he replies contentedly, he is still
fingering her arse, now working a second finger in, "I do
have some new ground to break." He says jokingly.
I can't believe this, he is going to screw her in the
arse. The bastard won't suck my tits, not since our child
was born. He never touches me apart from a rough
fingering before sex, "To get me ready."
I shave my pussy to a neat patch of hair. I try to look
my sexist for him, to keep him interested, but what hope
do I have? With my soft tits and my soft belly against
this girl. I'm thirty going on forty. I have a small pot
gut, she has a flat hard stomach, my breasts sag and are
very soft, her's are hard and stick out from her chest.
My husband has just filled her with his seed, "MY seed,"
it should be in "MY womb," not hers.
She sits upright then slides off the desk, from on top of
him. His dick pops out of her flicking a small spray of
their combined fluids in the air. His cock is still hard,
it seems bigger than I ever saw it before, it stands up
proudly, glisteningly wet, semen still dribbling from the
end of it. He never cums that much for me.
She sits herself on the desk next to him and lays down on
her back, legs open, knees up, spread wide. I look at her
pussy. I'd never really looked at another woman's pussy
before. Hers is pretty, obscenely open from their recent
sex, juice leaking from it, down her crack, into her
slightly open arsehole.
My husband sits up and reaches over between her legs, and
I watch as his fingers disappear into her pussy. She
seems not to notice, and reaches over herself to pick up
the phone receiver from his desk and hits a speed dial
number.
My mobile phone suddenly vibrates in my pocket, luckily I
have the ringer turned off, or the game would be up. I
wanted to see for myself how far they would go, how
brazen they would be. And in a strange way I was turned
on as all hell by watching my man perform like this.
I back away from the window so they don't hear and answer
the phone, "Yes? Hello?"
"Hello Mrs. Drake? Your husband asked me to ring you..."
OH GOD it its HER, I'm watching her being fingered by my
man. They are both stark naked and he has one hand
fingering the sex juice from her pussy, and the other
working it into her arsehole, "He going to be working
late tonight," she was having trouble keeping her voice
level, unemotional.
"We are working on a new project, and he is setting up
the basic ground work for it."
No joke, he was now standing between her legs aiming his
hard cock at her pink arsehole, his knob actually pushing
on her anus.
"He says it's only basic entry level work."
He pushes his knob into the back-door opening and she
gasps audibly. I hear it more than clearly over the
phone.
"But if it's not done right, it just won't work."
His cock is three quarters up her now and he's fingering
her pussy, rubbing her juices on his shaft and easing it
further in. She is making fun of me while my husband
makes use of her body. He pushes in further, I can't see
her little pink ring anymore, I'm distracted.
I hear the pain of his entry in her voice. It is hard to
watch your husband betray you as this and talk with the
girl he is actually having sex with as if nothing is
going on.
I can see in pornographic detail every action, every
movement, every expression on their faces. The touches,
the fondles, the kisses.
"OK, fine," I say, I want her off the phone, its too hard
to see this far from the window. "I'll put something in
the oven for him for later."
"Thank you Mrs. Drake, bye," she says sweetly.
I watch her hang up the phone. Then I move back to my
position at the window. I can see her grab the desk with
both hands, and my husband no longer controlled by this
beautiful girl is dominating her. He grabs her hips and
starts thrusting into her with determination.
I watch her face as a mix of pain and pleasure crosses
it. She is not used to this, being used, or the harshness
with which she is being used now. Her face gets redder,
her eyes are clamped shut now, her breasts are jiggling
wildly up and down her chest as she hangs on.
My husband thrusts harder now, I see his cock sliding in
and out its full length, then he thrusts in and holds it
in, his body tenses and then his hips buck a couple of
time as he fills her bowel with his cum. I watch as she
pushes back at him, motioning for him to let her up.
He pulls his cock out, its still hard, I am amazed at
this, I have never seen him last this long before.
A little trickle of brownish stained cum leaks from her
stretched arsehole.
He rolls her over onto her belly on the desk, and begins
to enter her again, doggy style this time in the arse.
She is really slippery from his cum now and she looks
like she is enjoying it this time.
I feel sick now, I was getting hot before, but now, I was
just sick to my soul. The man I had made my life with was
betraying me in the worst way, and would keep on doing it
into the small hours of the morning by the looks of it.
With my best efforts, I was never able to get a servicing
like that from him. Now, with two kids, and a body
showing signs of wear and tear, what hope did I have?
It had started with us, as I saw it with them now. He let
me think I was in control, he was gentle, patient and
kind. But by the end of the first night he was demanding,
harsh, taking what he wanted with no consideration for
me. Just as I saw happen to his receptionist today.
The young girl in the office would be ready and willing
to do whatever he asked her to do tomorrow, regardless of
the discomfort of the rough handling today. It was just
the way he had.
I leave the building feeling sick, hurt, and incredibly
horny. I make squelching noises as I walk. The need for
vengeance comes up in my heart. I want him to pay for his
betrayal, but how? I want him to feel the hurt I am
feeling, and for the rest of his life too if possible.
Just as I would feel hurt from watching him freely use
another woman, one whose charms I can never equal.
How would he like it if he saw me having sex with another
man? How would he like it if someone else filled my womb
with their seed?
On the way home, the words I had spoken earlier to his
receptionist whore, "I'll put something in the oven for
him," took on a new meaning.
Continued in part 2...
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