Cheating Wife Groupie Does the Bass Player in Her Car
(Author’s Note: This is a (mostly) true story. “Jacey” was a friend who was trapped in a bad marriage and behaved badly. I think she told me about it because she needed to tell someone. She told her about her various affairs with breathless excitement, not guilt. This was all about 20 years ago and “Jacey” is happily married to someone else now and a great mom. We’re just Facebook friends now. I suspect her current husband has no idea about her hot past.)
Jacey stewed as she walked into the club. She and the husband had another huge fight earlier — the latest in a seemingly unending series of conflicts. They’d been married less than a year and it felt like they couldn’t have a conversation without arguing. Jacey understood a lot of that was her fault. Her husband loved her. He thought she hung the moon. But that wasn’t enough. Jacey was lonely and dissatisfied. He was a firefighter and always at work. She wanted more attention than he could provide. Jacey didn’t even want to think about the lackluster sex. Going out tonight would give her just the distraction she needed.
Her favorite band was already on stage and Jacey smiled just hearing them. They covered 80s hair metal and pop rock. Her mother had passed down a love of that music to Jacey. But it wasn’t just their tight Bon Jovi covers that kept Jacey coming back every time they played. She thought just about every member of the band was hot.
They were all at least ten years older than Jacey and she knew that made her a double cliché. Not only did it point to daddy issues, but it made her a groupie. Neither fact bothered her, especially when she watched Kane play. He was the bassist and he checked all of her boxes. Tall, dark, and handsome, with a muscular physique and a chiseled jaw. Jacey thought he could step right onto the cover of a romance novel with his flowing, black hair.
Kane was pretty much everything her clean-cut husband was not. She knew he had a girlfriend, but that didn’t slow down her flirting. Her own husband didn’t get in her way. Jacey flirted with all the guys in the band between sets, but she paid special attention to Kane. The bassist loved it. He smiled every time he saw her and pulled Jacey into some tight corner where they could have some privacy. He wasn’t interested in sharing her attention with the rest of the band. Jacey had behaved herself with Kane so far — mostly. They’d shared a handful of slow, stolen kisses that left her heart fluttering.
Jacey grabbed a drink and stationed herself right in front of the stage, where Kane couldn’t miss her. The band played a song with a power bassline that she felt in her diaphragm. It was like Kane’s power was thumping through her body. His arms were sculped in his sleeveless t-shirt. Jacey thought about those arms around her and felt her panties getting wet. She’d never been able to make the first move with Kane, but if he wanted it, all he had to do was take it.
The set ended and Jacey was waiting for Kane when he came off stage. She handed him a cold beer. He always needed one right when he came off stage. He sweated buckets up there. He slipped an arm around her waist and being pressed against the sweaty man should have been gross, but Jacey found it manly.
“Hey, babe. You look hot tonight.”
“I don’t look hot every night?” she replied, playing it cool. Jacey was thrilled he’d noticed.
Kane grinned. “I bet you know exactly how hot you are, Jace. You looked in the mirror before you came out and you liked what you saw.”
“Could be.”
“And you wanted me to like it too.”
“I admit to nothing.”
Jacey wouldn’t admit it because Kane had guessed the truth. She dressed to impress tonight. A tight, white knit bodysuit paired with a short black skirt. The outfit showed off her petite body perfectly. She was a tiny thing, just a couple inches over five feet tall and slender. She’d always wished her little boobs were bigger, but they were perfect rounds that the guys she’d been with always seemed to appreciate — especially her puffy pink nipples. They were like strawberry Kisses.
They squeezed into a tight, dark corner at the back of the club where they were hidden from prying eyes. There was just enough light for Kane to stare at the puff of her nipples through the bodysuit, and he did. Jacey was complaining about her latest shift at the hospital — she was a nurse — when he pulled her into a kiss. She gasped and returned the kiss hungrily. Kane towered over her, and Jacey clung to him, her hands tangled in his hair. She loved his long hair. The kiss ignited her, and Jacey’s entire body throbbed with her pussy. She ached to finally have Kane inside her. They made out through the entire break, and she only reluctantly released him when he had to go back on stage. Jacey was left panting and licking her lips as she watched Kane strap on his bass. In the back of her mind, she thought maybe tonight was the night.
The last set wrapped, and Jacey hung out at the bar while the guys broke their equipment down. The bartenders announced last call, but she’d been nursing the same beer for an hour. Jacey wasn’t there for the booze. Kane slung his bass on his back and was about to follow the drummer to the parking lot when she jumped off her bar stool. She knew the drummer was Kane’s ride for the night. She asked if he needed a lift anyway. He smiled and told the drummer to head out without him.
Kane lived in the opposite direction from Jacey’s place, but she didn’t mind at all. His bass was in the back of her SUV and she kept nervously glancing over at her passenger as she drove. The tension was so thick she could hardly breathe. She kept her thighs squeezed together to try and control her horniness, but it wasn’t helping.
Jacey pulled into the driveway and killed her engine — unnecessary if she was just dropping him off. Kane was in his late thirties and still lived with his parents. A lot of women would have been turned off by that, but Jacey didn’t care. She wasn’t looking to Kane as relationship material. She had a husband. Jacey just wanted her carnal itch scratched. They stared at each other in the pale light from the streetlamps while the cooling engine ticked in the silent night.
Kane may have had a girlfriend, but that didn’t stop him from taking what Jacey was offering. He grabbed her, practically dragging the blonde across the center console as he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Jacey didn’t even pretend to be hesitant about cheating on her husband. She climbed across and straddled Kane.
Jacey loved how the bodysuit fit her like a second skin, but she was frustrated when Kane tried to pull it over her head like a shirt and couldn’t. He pawed her breasts through the bodysuit, strumming her puffed nipples, which made her want more as she ground into him. It was a tough maneuver, but she forced a hand between them and unsnapped the bodysuit at her crotch. She pulled it free from her skirt and pulled the thing over her head, bumping her hands on the roof. His hands went right to her tits, which were perfectly served up by a lacy, strapless bra. Jacey unsnapped that too and let it fall away, giving Kane free reign with her body.
It felt like she was a teenager again, getting busy in a car, except she’d never been reckless enough to get so naked back then. Jacey had her good girl reputation to protect. She’d always been a secret slut, maintaining that pure, wholesome blonde girl-next-door image to the outside world. The SUV’s windows were rapidly fogging and anyone looking in from outside would only see shapes moving in the dark, but it would be easy enough to guess what they were doing. Kane began sucking her tender, throbbing buds and she stopped caring. Jacey clutched him to her chest and bit her lip to stifle her growing moans.
Her body was like a strummed bass string, taut and vibrating with desire. Jacey needed Kane inside her. It had been ages since she so ached for a man. She’d soaked through her thong and was surely leaving a wet spot on his jeans as she rubbed her mound against him. Her husband never evoked these feelings. He was fit and sweet, but painfully vanilla. Jacey had gone through with the wedding because it was safe and expected. She should have been guilty that she wanted Kane so badly, but Jacey thought she deserved this for being such a good wife despite being so bored in her marriage.
“Kane…I need you…”
“Fuck, you’re hot, Jace.”
“I mean it. I need you.”
Jacey pulled at his jeans to emphasize her point. She had to slide back on his legs, but she pulled his tight, worn jeans open and shoved her hand inside. His hot meat filled her hand and Jacey gasped. She could feel Kane was big through his jeans, but she wasn’t prepared for how thrilling it was to hold his cock. She could hardly move her hand inside his jeans, but she still tried to tug it.
“Let me help you, Jace,” Kane grunted.
Kane nearly spilled her from his lap when he lifted to push his jeans down his legs. She was reminded of just how awkward car sex could be. Her head banged the roof and she cursed, but his jeans were down to his ankles, and that was all that mattered. His prick sprung up and she grasped it with both hands. Jacey loved that she needed both hands.
“Aw, fuck, Jace. Your hands…”
Jacey smiled in the dark. He probably didn’t want to know that she was the hand job queen in high school — before she became the blow job queen. Keeping her virtue intact mattered to her once. Jacey laughed when she thought about that foolishness.
“Ow, careful,” Kane cursed. “Don’t scratch it.”
“Sorry, baby. I’d better put it somewhere safe.”
Jacey realized her wedding band was turned inward and had caught on his skin. It was a nasty reminder that she was a married woman. She threw herself onto his chest and filled his mouth with her tongue. Kane grabbed her tight little ass, boosting her, and Jacey pulled her thong aside to fit his flared head to her slick folds. Kane pulled her down and she gasped as his girth stretched her open. God, she’d forgotten how wonderful it was to be so filled.
Kane tried to take it slow, but she was more than ready for his huge cock. She dropped down, fully impaled on him. A deep, satisfying throb pulsed through her. Kane’s cock reached depths her husband never could and it was only then that Jacey realized she should have made Kane slip on a condom. Did he even have one? She had no reason to carry them. Jacey wasn’t on any birth control. He’ll have to pull out, she thought as he began moving on him.
The SUV was soon rocking as Jacey rode the bassist hard. Her tight pussy stretched around his big shaft like a second skin, and she impressed him with her incredible muscle control. Jacey knew a guy like Kane had a lot of girls and she was determined to prove she was the best. They made out between moans, but Jacey needed to breathe in the stifling car. Her moans and his grunts filled the still vehicle. She held his shoulders and gyrated her hips, grinding her clit into his thick root.
Kane moved his hands to Jacey’s narrow hips and pulled Jacey onto his cock harder, more rapidly. He handled the tiny blonde like she was a doll and she loved the rough treatment. She dug her nails into his shoulders and jammed her hips back at his while he screwed her down hard on his prick. He pumped off the seat, banging her head on the roof of the car. The SUV was a sauna and sweat poured off Jacey’s body. She grunted with every thrust. The car rocked and she didn’t care that all the noise they made could wake the neighborhood. Her orgasm snuck up on her and smacked Jacey in the face. She wailed as Kane fucked her through it, using her tight body while she came. This was what she missed — being used. Her husband was too respectful to give Jacey what she needed.
“Aw fuck you’re tight…Jace…fuck…”
Jacey felt him tensing and panicked. She could not get pregnant by the bassist. She slithered off of him, folding her petite body into the foot well in front of him.
Jacey came hard again and kept riding, only coming to her senses when she felt Kane tensing. Her pulled her hair back and plunged him into her mouth, stretching her lips around his meat.
Kane jacked his hips and rammed it right into the back of her throat. Jacey tried to control him by grasping his base, but he wouldn’t be denied. He grabbed the back of her head and crammed himself deep into her throat over and over. Jacey choked and saw stars when she couldn’t breathe. It was frightening and thrilling. God, she missed this, feeling like a total slut. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. Jacey was out of practice but determined to do her best.
“Jace…Jace…oh goddam…”
Kane blasted into the back of her throat like a firehose. Jacey swallowed some but choked and his load bubbled from her lips. Cum dripped from her chin and onto her tits. Kane kept it in her mouth until he’d given her every drop. His spent dick slipped from her lips, rubbing against them and smearing her reward on her face. Jacey knew she looked just as slutty as she felt and loved it.
No words of affection were exchanged afterward. No cuddling occurred in the front seat. The ending was awkward, and Jacey finally had a moment of shame as she awkward climbed back into her seat, her used sex in Kane’s face. He pulled up his jeans while she pulled her bodysuit back into place. It was difficult in the tight confines of the SUV. She cleaned his cum from her face with wet naps from her purse. It was so dirty, Jacey felt like Kane should be paying her.
Kane thanked her for the ride and jumped out of the vehicle. He was in such a hurry to get away that he almost forgot his bass. Jacey’s feelings would have been hurt if she’d been the sentimental type.
Jacey was in a haze driving home. She wasn’t proud of her behavior. Being a married slut wasn’t something to gloat about, but she couldn’t feel bad when her body felt so good. She still glowed from coming so hard. For the first time in months, Jacey was fully satisfied. Deep down, she knew she couldn’t go back to being the good little wife.




Cheating Wife Does a Hot Guy at Her In-Laws While They’re All Sleeping Upstairs

Jacey was in limbo as she prepared for her brother-in-law’s wedding. It had been a couple of weeks since she’d screwed Kane in her car outside his parents’ house. She didn’t understand why the expected shame had never come. It felt like her husband had finally broken something in her and Jacey was free to do as she pleased without answering to those morals she’d been taught all her life as a good Catholic girl.
Her husband wasn’t a bad guy. He was a hard-working firefighter and he loved Jacey. He was a good-looking guy and in shape, which was what first attracted her to him. Jacey’s habit of thinking with her libido had gotten her in trouble in the past, but it had been different with her husband. He was the first hot guy she’d met who wasn’t an asshole and treated her well. She allowed herself to be swept off her feet, even though she knew from the start that he just didn’t excite her.
He was the kind of guy Jacey was expected to marry, and so she did, even though she knew deep down that they were fundamentally incompatible. As hot as he was, Jacey’s husband was just boring. They both worked all the time — Jacey was a nurse — but when they did have free time together, he wanted to stay home, while Jacey wanted to go out and have fun.
And perhaps the biggest sin of all, he was boring in the bedroom. He was hot, but he was a dud. All show and no go, as they say. It was only a matter of time before Jacey’s eye wandered. She’d been married just about a year, but Jacey had already cheated. Kane the bass player was the first man she strayed with, but he would not be the last.
Jacey had to be at her in-laws’ early in the day because her husband was one of the groomsmen and needed to be there to get ready. Her in-laws were nothing but nice, treating her like a princess, but she found all their attention cloying. She just didn’t want to be around any of them. Part of the problem was that she felt like she was wearing a scarlet letter. She may not have felt any active shame, but she was sure someone was going to look at her and know what she’d done. This would be the most time she’d spent with her husband since she’d cheated. He’d have to figure it out. How could he not know his wife had been with another man?
Jacey sat on the couch in the living room trying to figure out how to convincingly fake an illness when a pleasant surprise came down the step. Maybe this wedding won’t be so bad after all, she thought.
Bryce — as he introduced himself — was a friend of her brother-in-law from college. He looked like he stepped off a red carpet in his classic, black tuxedo. Bryce was tall and built. The tux stretched across his muscular frame like it had been tailored, rather than a cheap rental. His thick, short black hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes sparkled when they met Jacey’s. He couldn’t know she was taken and flashed a brilliant, seductive smile, which she returned. All he needed was skintight spandex and a cape and he could have been Superman. Jacey would like to have seen him in that outfit. Bryce couldn’t have been more opposite of Kane, but Jacey wanted him just as badly. She felt it all the way down to her core, which instantly ignited.
Bryce and Jacey were introduced by her husband. Knowing she was married didn’t seem to slow Superman down at all. He gaze at the petite blonde like he really had x-ray vision and could see through her tight, strapless navy dress with the sky-high thigh slit. The electricity between the two was palatable when Bryce told Jacey how great she looked. Her husband didn’t seem to notice at all, and for once she was glad he was so oblivious.
The wedding was a full mass, and it was the first time Jacey felt shame over her slutty behavior. Not only the cheating with Kane, but as she sat in the church, she stared at Bryce up on the alter, and her head was filled with dirty thoughts. Jacey almost didn’t queue up for Communion but knew that would have raised eyebrows.
The reception was a tasteful, but fun party at a local country club. Jacey was left to her own devices while the wedding party took their photographs and she spent that time at the bar, hoping to drink away her lust for Bryce, but getting tipsy only made her reckless.
Jacey’s dirty little secret was that she’d always been a sneaky little slut. Rather than try to suppress her carnal feelings and behave, she embraced them. She played the good Catholic girl on the outside, but she knew she loved the attention from boys at an early age and she was sneaking off to give hand jobs from too early an age. That quickly graduated to blowjobs when Jacey saw how it enraptured boys, and she started spreading her legs when she discovered how good it felt when they put it in her when it belonged. But she’d always been careful to maintain her image. Jacey didn’t want to be the girl with a reputation. She didn’t feel like being careful when Bryce and the others returned to the reception.
Jacey’s husband was not a dancer, which meant if she wanted to get out there, she needed another partner. She didn’t lack suitors. Her clueless husband never realized it, but all the men in his family had their eyes on Jacey. He was just too nice to think his father or uncles might be mentally undressing his wife every time he brought her around. Jacey thought it was funny and sometimes went out of her way to rev them up, making sure she always dressed up for his family functions. It was why she’d chosen the sexy little dress.
The older men each took their turn with Jacey on the dance floor and their behavior varied with how much they’d had to drink. Her father-in-law was mostly respectful but held her tighter than appropriate and kept trying to look down her dress. Both of her in-law uncles kept straying their hands to her ass. Her husband’s cousin must have thought Jacey was ripe for the plucking because he looked like he wanted to shove his tongue down her throat the entire time they shook it on the dance floor. Jacey might have let him if the family wasn’t all around them. He was cute enough.
All of that attention had Jacey primed when Bryce asked her to dance. Her pussy was already buzzing when he took her in his arms to slow dance to an old standard. She couldn’t believe how hard his chest felt through the tux. Bryce was a stud! She couldn’t resist resting her head on his chest with a sigh. Jacey swore he kissed her blonde hair. Jacey wanted him so badly. She whimpered and closed her eyes. It was a good thing her husband was nowhere to be found. He was off somewhere outside smoking cigars with his brothers. Jacey was sure anyone watching knew how much she wanted to fuck Bryce, but she didn’t care.
The song ended and Jacey wanted Bryce to drag her off to some secret place and fuck her senseless. Any dark corner would have been fine. She was woozy with desire for him. She squeezed her thighs together and swore she felt her excitement dripping down. Jacey reluctantly let Bryce go and returned to her table after fetching another drink.
The reception wound down and both Jacey and her husband caught a ride back to her in-laws’ house as they were both too drunk to drive. Bryce was conveniently staying there too, as he was from out of town, and he gallantly assisted Jacey in getting her much drunker husband into the house and up into his old bedroom. He was out the moment he hit the bed.
The in-laws went right to bed as well. Jacey’s mother-in-law was not pleased with her shameless behavior at the reception and shot Jacey dirty looks, but the daughter-in-law was too drunk to care. She almost stuck her tongue out at the woman.
Bryce was shifted to the pullout couch in the den with the unexpected guests, but he didn’t mind. Jacey hungrily watched him shed his jacket and loosen his collar. She willed his shirt to come off too. He caught her looking and smiled. Bryce knew exactly what Jacey wanted. If he’d been willing to give it to her, she would have done it right there in her in-laws’ house. She enjoyed the view of his muscular ass when he bent over to pull out the couch.
Jacey gave Bryce plenty of opportunity to ogle her tight body when she insisted she make up the bed for him. Her skimpy cocktail dress wasn’t designed to move in and her modest tits — pushed up by the perfect strapless bra — threatened to spill out when she bent forward to tuck the sheet in under the mattress. The dress stretched so tight over her ass, that Bryce had to see she was wearing a thong.
The den was cramped with the bed pulled out from the couch, and they had to squeeze past each other to move around the room. Jacey moved to reach for the pillows she’d tossed onto the armchair in the corner and dragged her butt across Bryce. She felt a lump in his slacks that made her center pulse with excitement. The groomsman felt like a big boy. He held her waist while she moved past, and Jacey wished he’d slide those hands higher on her body.
The bed was made, and Jacey couldn’t think of any other excuses to stay in the den with Bryce. He wanted her. She’d felt how hard he was, but Bryce behaved himself. Jacey hated his restraint.
“I guess if that’s everything, I’ll go on up to bed.”
“Thanks for all your help, Jacey. I really appreciate it.”
Jacey squeezed past Bryce one last time by the door and he surprised her by pulling her into an embrace. Her body leapt with joy, thinking he was going to take her, but Bryce just kissed her cheek. He looked down at her expectantly, but she didn’t push it either.
“Good night, beautiful.”
Back in the bedroom with her husband, Jacey was out of her mind. She was so horny she even considered trying to wake him for a quickie. He had a nice cock. He just didn’t know what to do with it. When Jacey got on top and took control, she could usually get an orgasm out of him, if he held out long enough. But she realized he probably had whiskey dick and he wouldn’t be able to give her what she needed anyway.
Jacey dug around the clothes her husband had worn before the wedding and slipped into his t-shirt. He was a big guy, so it just about covered her. The hem came to mid-thigh, but if she bent over, she’d show everything. She wished there was someone there she wanted to show it to. She laid down next to him and cursed that she was upstairs with her dud of a husband while there was a perfectly useful hot guy downstairs.
Visions of Bryce floated in her head as Jacey slipped out of her thong and touched herself. Her fingers massaged into her slick furrow, and she gasped. Jacey paused to look over at her husband, afraid the noise might wake him, but he was dead to the world. Eyes closed, her thoughts returned to the hunky groomsman. Her breathing became shallow, and excitement radiated through Jacey as she imagined Bryce had thrown her down on that sofa bed and taken her. She could still feel his hands on her waist. She had herself close when her husband shifted and grunted. Jacey stopped cold and looked at him. No, he was still asleep, but she felt her orgasm slip away.
This is ridiculous, she thought. Why am I laying up here angry and frustrated when Bryce is downstairs and just as horny as I am? She wondered if he was doing the same thing in the den — touching himself and thinking of her. Jacey wanted a good fucking, but she would have settled for watching him handle his meat while she touched herself too.
Jacey decided enough was enough and jumped out of bed. She took one last look at her husband and crept out of the bedroom. The hallway in the old house could be creaky, but she was a tiny thing and had a light step. She froze when a stair groaned under her foot, but then kept padding downstairs. She stopped at her father-in-law’s bar and stole a bottle of whiskey and made her way to the den.
“I thought I might see you again,” Bryce said.
He was in bed, the sheet pulled up to his waist. A table lamp was still illuminated. His chest was a work of art, sculpted from marble, and Jacey have herself a moment to gape at him before continuing. It only confirmed that she’d made the right call coming back down to see him.
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“Oh, it’s all good, he replied, eyes sweeping up her slender legs to rest on the tight points of her nipples that dented the t-shirt.
“Thought you might want a nightcap.” She held up the bottle.
“I’ve had enough booze. I want something else.”
Jacey set the bottle down and close the door to the den behind her. She crawled onto the bed between his legs and Bryce pulled the t-shirt over her head. He barely paused to take in her lithe, nude body before pulling her into a kiss. He already knew he wanted her. She leaned down to kiss him, her blonde hair spilling forward around them. It had been up all night, but she’d finally let it down when she went to bed. His fingers raked through her hair while she sucked on his tongue.
Jacey pulled the sheet aside. She needed to see what Bryce had. His black boxer briefs were tented and she shoved her hand right into them. His thickness filled her grasp, making her heart pound. Her slender fingers barely closed around him. Jacey felt like she’d hit the jackpot. She wrestled his underwear down his legs.

    Bryce was hard and Jacey was soaked and there was no pretense that either of them needed foreplay. Besides, it was best to make it quick with her husband and in-laws right upstairs. She fitted his flared helmet against her slick folds and was energized like she’d just closed a circuit.

Bryce was hard and Jacey was soaked and there was no pretense that either of them needed foreplay. Besides, it was best to make it quick with her husband and in-laws right upstairs. She fitted his flared helmet against her slick folds and was energized like she’d just closed a circuit.
Jacey was so wet that big as he was, Bryce slipped right inside her. He held her by her narrow hips, raising her up and down on his cock like a toy. She tried to grind into him, but Bryce kept the pace swift. She bit her lip, trying hard as she could to keep quiet. There was a house full of in-laws waiting to be woken up and catch them. She didn’t need that disaster. But just knowing they were all right upstairs and could burst in at any moment gave Jacey a charge like she’d never felt. The danger was like a physical presence with them, and it made her clit throb. She moaned deeply and felt her juices running down her thighs as
Bryce plumbed her depths. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she bounced harder on his cock. Bryce held her bouncing tits and pulled her pale nipples. He was rough, but it sent sucks of excitement right to her core. The flimsy pullout bed creaked and flexed beneath them, sounding like it was going to collapse at any moment. The thing wasn’t designed to hold up to that kind of action. Jacey thought her in-laws had to be deaf if they didn’t hear her vigorous fucking.
“Aww, fuck you needed this didn’t you?” Bryce grunted.
“Yea…mmm yeah…”
“Dirty married slut…”
“Yea…I am…”
“Husband not giving it to you good…need a real fucking man…”
“Yea…fuck it feels so good…fuck me…fuck me dammit…”
Jacey’s voice was rising with her excitement, but she couldn’t control herself. Screwing Kane in the car was fun, but this was so much hotter. Bryce obviously liked taunting her and treating her like a slut, but Jacey loved it even more. It was what she needed. She needed to be used like the little slut she was. And if her husband couldn’t do it, she’d keep finding men who would.
The tidal wave was upon her, and Jacey grabbed her head, thrusting her tongue into his mouth to muffle her scream when she climaxed. Bryce grabbed her ass and jammed her into his cock. He stretched and slammed her so hard it hurt, but that just made Jacey’s orgasm more intense. Her brain scrambled and she didn’t realize he was peeking too until it was much too late.
“Fuck!”
The word tore out of his mouth as Bryce flooded Jacey with his thick load. He kept her spiked on her meat, so it jetted right into her fertile depths and stayed there. Jacey panicked and tried to pull away, but Bryce was too powerful. That power, and the danger of his seed inside her, made Jacey come all over again. Her tight pussy contracted around him, and she ground down, milking every last drop of his essence from his heavy balls. Once she had it all, Jacey collapsed beside him.
“Oh, that was good,” she moaned, squeezing her thighs tight together and shaking with the vibrations still rocking her. She loved the aftershocks of a great orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re hot, Jacey. Jesus.”
Jacey planned to slip back into bed with her husband after she’d taken what she needed from Bryce, but lying next to his ripped, sweat-glistening body made her want more. He was down with it when she started stroking his sex-slicked cock. She added her mouth and easily got him hard and ready again. The taste of their coupling on that meat made Jacey suck so hard it made her lightheaded.
Bryce took her on her hands and knees the second time — her favorite position. Jacey tried to bury her face in the thin mattress to muffle her screams when she came, but Bryce pulled her hair and forced her head up while he used her pussy. He told her what a dirty, married slut she was, and Jacey ate it up and asked for seconds.
After Jacey came, he finished Jacey on her back, taking her pussy with deep strokes. She hadn’t felt so filled in years. Jacey loved everything about it — his meat stretching her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the way he stared at her with lust-crazed eyes. Jacey welcomed it when he filled her pussy the second time. There was no question she was going to take his powerful seed. She lovingly made out with him while he pulsed inside her.
It was shortly before dawn when Jacey threw her husband’s t-shirt back on and crept back up to his bed with her lover’s cum dripping down her thighs. She didn’t even bother to shower, counting on her husband being too clueless the notice the stink of sex all over her, and too hungover to try and initiate sex in the morning. Jacey passed right out, relishing the feeling of being such a naughty, married slut.


