Straight Male / 42
I Guess I’m A Bitch Part 1
I am a 42 year old wife of 15 years, a mother, and an executive. I have to always be in control. I think I might be in to domination or humiliation. It’s definitely a control thing, though. My husband, CJ, challenges my control, at least in my mind, and I feel the need to assert myself.
There is this guy, Len, that most of our friends know. Every group has one. He’s the self proclaimed “player” and has had sex with most of the women that run in our circle of friends. He’s the guy that skinny dips at parties and unabashedly hits on any woman. He is short, has a nice body, is good looking, but has a tiny dick. We’ve all seen it. So at one party we were all sitting around, my husband included and I asked what the allure was? Why anyone would want to sleep with him? A couple of the girls that had slept with him said that it was his confidence. They said the sex was good though. One of them expressed she was surprised that I had never been with him, because I had known him since long before I was married. I said no, but maybe I missed out. I could tell that made my husband uncomfortable.
It was later that same night that Len showed up. It was serendipity. Or maybe not, because he always seemed to come around to all the parties. This time, when he flirted with me, I was more receptive than I had ever been before. I could see it was making my husband jealous. A little later on my husband, who was acting like a jackass which he always does when he drinks, went to the bathroom and Len was near me. I told him we had been talking about him earlier. He asked what and I told him that people were surprised we had never had sex. He put his hand on my leg and said it’s not too late. I told him he better be careful, my husband would be back in a minute. He said we better go somewhere else then. I said where would we go? He said somewhere private. At that moment I could see my husband in the house. I assumed he was coming back out, so I leaned in and kissed Len. Not just a peck, but full on kissing. It lasted for several minutes and I heard one of the girls say, Whoa! When I looked up, I was disappointed to see my husband was still inside talking to people.
Len grabbed my hand and said, cmon, come with me. I let him lead me off, expecting my husband to see us and stop him. But he didn’t and Len led me to a guest room. Len told me that he had wanted to “fuck my pussy” for years but didn’t think my husband would be cool with that. He seemed like he was half joking. He was kissing all over my neck, (I’m taller than him), while he was saying it and shoving his hands down my pants, grabbing my ass and trying to get down low enough to touch my crotch. I said my husband probably is not cool with it, but he’s not the one that’s going to get his pussy fucked. I let Len take my shirt off. He immediately said he loved my “tan lined titties” and how big my nipples are. His comments were turning me on more. I wanted my husband to hear this.
Len shoved his hand down the front of my pants and began fingering me. Then he brought his hand up to his face and sniffed. He said he loved the smell of my pussy and he sucked on his fingers. He told me that he wanted me to blow him. So I sat on the edge of the bed and helped him get undressed. His little Brody is chiseled and rock hard. His dick wasn’t as small once he got hard. Maybe 5 inches I’m guessing. I licked the head of his dick and then began giving him head. He started fucking my mouth fast, but it didn’t gag me so I didn’t mind. I could taste him starting to cum and he pulled out really quickly. He pushed me back on the bed and and took the rest of my clothes off. He commented on how he couldn’t wait to take my “sweet trimmed pussy”. I laid back and he put my legs on his shoulders. He lifted my ass off the bed and began to eat me out. He ate me out for a long time until I came.
I was laying on the bed with my feet on the floor, still recovering from my orgasm. He pushed my legs apart and positioned himself standing there to slide in to me. He said get ready for the “best dick of your life”. If felt him enter me. He started thrusting slowly. He said “I finally got you drunk enough, there’s no backing out now”, clearly reveling in what he saw as another conquest. I said “I’m sober” which clearly turned him on more. He got harder and started to fuck faster. He said I always knew you wanted this dick. He started pounding me and rubbing my clit with his thumb as we fucked, bringing me to another orgasm. When I finally thought he was going to cum, he stopped and pulled out.
Len walked me over to the dresser and bent me over it. He smacked my ass hard. He asked me if I was always a cheating whore? I told him he was my first. He Spanier me again and asked why I waited so long? I told him he should have tried harder. He said hard like this? He jammed his cock in to me again and began fucking furiously slapping my ass occasionally. He was pounding, I was cumming, the dresser was rattling, when we heard “Oh My Gosh!” Someone had come to use the restroom attached to the bedroom that has a second entrance to the hall. We had locked the bedroom but didn’t think about that. It was Christine, standing there. Len said she almost done and pounded harder. Christine just stood there with her mouth gaping. She said “Holy shit!”, as Len started to cum. I felt him begin to ejaculate inside of me maybe 4 or 5 squirts but then pull out and fuck my ass cheeks as he sprayed on my back and rub the head of his dick on and a little bit in my asshole. Christine said “What the fuck! Well your husband is looking for you, just so you know” and she walked out. After Len finished cumming on me he said it’s not like that bitch hasn’t cheated on her husband with me. She’s just jealous.
As we got dressed, I asked Len how many of the women at the party he had slept with. He named 8 names. I asked how many were married when he had fucked them. He named 6 of them. All except 2 were women no one would have ever expected that from. Or at least not me. I wondered how many husbands knew. Mine was going to but I hadn’t figured out how I would tell him yet.
There is this guy, Len, that most of our friends know. Every group has one. He’s the self proclaimed “player” and has had sex with most of the women that run in our circle of friends. He’s the guy that skinny dips at parties and unabashedly hits on any woman. He is short, has a nice body, is good looking, but has a tiny dick. We’ve all seen it. So at one party we were all sitting around, my husband included and I asked what the allure was? Why anyone would want to sleep with him? A couple of the girls that had slept with him said that it was his confidence. They said the sex was good though. One of them expressed she was surprised that I had never been with him, because I had known him since long before I was married. I said no, but maybe I missed out. I could tell that made my husband uncomfortable.
It was later that same night that Len showed up. It was serendipity. Or maybe not, because he always seemed to come around to all the parties. This time, when he flirted with me, I was more receptive than I had ever been before. I could see it was making my husband jealous. A little later on my husband, who was acting like a jackass which he always does when he drinks, went to the bathroom and Len was near me. I told him we had been talking about him earlier. He asked what and I told him that people were surprised we had never had sex. He put his hand on my leg and said it’s not too late. I told him he better be careful, my husband would be back in a minute. He said we better go somewhere else then. I said where would we go? He said somewhere private. At that moment I could see my husband in the house. I assumed he was coming back out, so I leaned in and kissed Len. Not just a peck, but full on kissing. It lasted for several minutes and I heard one of the girls say, Whoa! When I looked up, I was disappointed to see my husband was still inside talking to people.
Len grabbed my hand and said, cmon, come with me. I let him lead me off, expecting my husband to see us and stop him. But he didn’t and Len led me to a guest room. Len told me that he had wanted to “fuck my pussy” for years but didn’t think my husband would be cool with that. He seemed like he was half joking. He was kissing all over my neck, (I’m taller than him), while he was saying it and shoving his hands down my pants, grabbing my ass and trying to get down low enough to touch my crotch. I said my husband probably is not cool with it, but he’s not the one that’s going to get his pussy fucked. I let Len take my shirt off. He immediately said he loved my “tan lined titties” and how big my nipples are. His comments were turning me on more. I wanted my husband to hear this.
Len shoved his hand down the front of my pants and began fingering me. Then he brought his hand up to his face and sniffed. He said he loved the smell of my pussy and he sucked on his fingers. He told me that he wanted me to blow him. So I sat on the edge of the bed and helped him get undressed. His little Brody is chiseled and rock hard. His dick wasn’t as small once he got hard. Maybe 5 inches I’m guessing. I licked the head of his dick and then began giving him head. He started fucking my mouth fast, but it didn’t gag me so I didn’t mind. I could taste him starting to cum and he pulled out really quickly. He pushed me back on the bed and and took the rest of my clothes off. He commented on how he couldn’t wait to take my “sweet trimmed pussy”. I laid back and he put my legs on his shoulders. He lifted my ass off the bed and began to eat me out. He ate me out for a long time until I came.
I was laying on the bed with my feet on the floor, still recovering from my orgasm. He pushed my legs apart and positioned himself standing there to slide in to me. He said get ready for the “best dick of your life”. If felt him enter me. He started thrusting slowly. He said “I finally got you drunk enough, there’s no backing out now”, clearly reveling in what he saw as another conquest. I said “I’m sober” which clearly turned him on more. He got harder and started to fuck faster. He said I always knew you wanted this dick. He started pounding me and rubbing my clit with his thumb as we fucked, bringing me to another orgasm. When I finally thought he was going to cum, he stopped and pulled out.
Len walked me over to the dresser and bent me over it. He smacked my ass hard. He asked me if I was always a cheating whore? I told him he was my first. He Spanier me again and asked why I waited so long? I told him he should have tried harder. He said hard like this? He jammed his cock in to me again and began fucking furiously slapping my ass occasionally. He was pounding, I was cumming, the dresser was rattling, when we heard “Oh My Gosh!” Someone had come to use the restroom attached to the bedroom that has a second entrance to the hall. We had locked the bedroom but didn’t think about that. It was Christine, standing there. Len said she almost done and pounded harder. Christine just stood there with her mouth gaping. She said “Holy shit!”, as Len started to cum. I felt him begin to ejaculate inside of me maybe 4 or 5 squirts but then pull out and fuck my ass cheeks as he sprayed on my back and rub the head of his dick on and a little bit in my asshole. Christine said “What the fuck! Well your husband is looking for you, just so you know” and she walked out. After Len finished cumming on me he said it’s not like that bitch hasn’t cheated on her husband with me. She’s just jealous.
As we got dressed, I asked Len how many of the women at the party he had slept with. He named 8 names. I asked how many were married when he had fucked them. He named 6 of them. All except 2 were women no one would have ever expected that from. Or at least not me. I wondered how many husbands knew. Mine was going to but I hadn’t figured out how I would tell him yet.
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