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.


