Getting Caught with Another Man's Wife (MFM) | 2016

As has already been noted, I have something of predilection for other men's women. Feel free to fault me for it (I'm sure you already have.) I enjoy the power it gives me to sleep with a taken woman, as it heightens the sexual experience and sharpens my pleasure. I also don't deny the havoc that I can wreak as a participant in an adulterous affair, and I feel no need to rationalize away my culpability. Whether or not she would have cheated with someone else, I take advantage and I make it happen. But I feel no guilt, shame, or remorse. The only thing I've ever been wary of is the possibility of violent aggression from another man. I can, and have handled myself in violent situations, but it's always something I'd rather avoid. This is the story of one time I got caught, with less than dire consequences...

I was in my early twenties, and flush with a new influx of cash from a promotion at my job. Included in the promotion was a bonus to be spent on a new wardrobe. Up until that point in my life, I'd never felt more like a big shot than when I walked into my local watering hole dressed to the nines. I ordered myself a drink and sat at the corner of the bar, surveying my options for the night, but in less than half an hour, she came to me. She was older than me, probably in her early thirties, and tall, at least 5'10 without heels, with very short, dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was more slender than fit, so thin she bordered on skinny, with what I would later find out were perfect fake C-cup breasts. She wore a skirt suit with a devastating neckline and a high hem. I didn't bother to pretend not to look, as she clearly wanted the attention while she slowly sauntered my way, never taking her eyes off of me.

She introduced herself as Sheila and asked if she could have a drink with me. I laughed and ordered one for her. Assuming immediately that she was a professional, I decided to take it slow and see how much she might cost me, since there certainly wasn't anyone more appealing available in the bar that night. Before our conversation progressed very far, though, her hand was on my thigh, which is a very un-hooker-like move.

"I hope I'm not being too forward," she said, smiling.

"Oh, you're absolutely being too forward." I leaned in closer and put my lips by her ear, whispering, "Are you being the kind of forward that wants to follow me to the bathroom, or the kind that wants to head back to my place?"

She laughed, loudly. "Oh, I knew you'd be perfect the moment you walked in, but let's head back to my place, it's just around the corner."

We groped each other on the way over to her building, and the doorman definitely gave us the side-eye. As we entered her apartment, I immediately notice the pictures of her and her husband, including a wedding photo, but she wasn't wearing a ring.

"Divorced?" I asked, trying to seem casual.

"No."

"Separated."

"Do you honestly care?" she asked, turned away from and dropping her top to the floor.

I answered by coming up behind her and cupping her perfectly sculpted tits. She groaned, but immediately pulled my hands off, pulling me into the bedroom. As we entered, she unzipped her skirt, and I found out that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

We had yet to even kiss, when she dropped to her knees, undid my fly, and pulled my ragingly hard erection out. She smiled and glanced to the side, then took the head of my cock into her mouth, circling it with her tongue. She pulled it out again and licked my cock all over, front to back and back to front, getting it sloppy wet, and started stroking the shaft with her hand while she went back to work on the head. I dug my hands into her hair and groaned as she energetically went to work. It wasn't very long before I warned her, "if you keep this up, I'm going to cum," but she never stopped, not for a second, and I held tight to her head as I shot rope after rope of cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop and opened her mouth afterwards to show me.

As I sat on the edge of the bed, recovering, she removed my clothes for me, until we were both bare naked. Then she positioned me, lying on my back on the bed, facing a particular direction, and climbed over my face, lowering her shaved cunt to my mouth. I started to tease the edges of her pussy with my tongue and fingers, but she would have none of it and shoved herself onto my face, grinding against my mouth and moaning, loudly. As I continued to eat her out, I experimented with my fingers around her asshole, and when seemed to respond positively, I pushed a wet finger into her ass and she screamed in delight, which is when I heard a clattering noise from the closet. I immediately sat up, and the closet door had fallen open, with her husband, naked inside, still gripping his fat cock.

As I sat there, confused, Sheila babbled on and on about how they were sorry, that this was something they'd been talking about for a long time, and I wasn't supposed to know, etc. Finally, I guess it was clear that I wasn't leaving and my dick was still hard. She looked at me expectantly.

"Do you... want to continue?" she asked.

He hadn't said a word. I looked him right in the eyes.

"You want me to fuck your wife?"

He was sweating bullets, but he nodded, vigorously.

"No condom."

He looked at Sheila, and she nodded, and then he did to.

I mounted Sheila from behind and started fucking her, rough and hard, right from the beginning. She was unbelievably wet, and screaming as I fucked her in front of her husband. He was still stroking his dick (later I would find out he already came once in the closet.) I told him to come up on the bed and let his wife suck his dick while I fucked her. Sheila practically collapsed at the mere mention, but I held her hips up and kept fucking her. He climbed over to her and she swallowed his cock, enthusiastically and messily blowing him as I fucked her. I felt her pussy clench as she came, and I knew I was near.

"I'm going to cum into your wife's cunt. You want me to cum in her slutty little pussy?"

The husband groaned and nodded.

"Say it."

"Cum inside her! Cum inside my wife's cunt!" And he exploded into her mouth.

I slammed into her a couple more times and unloaded deep into her.

I put on my clothes and left while Sheila and her husband were still cuddling each other. I would meet up with the two of them some more over the course of the next year and a half, and we even had some MMF threesomes as well.