One Offs: Random Rambles of a Crazed Fool

Cheater 🐽

How I am sitting in front of my occasional hookup's wife.. is sort of amazing.

She is regal. Hair in perfect coils of curls. Dark eyes black as onyx gems. Perfectly smooth cocoa skin. She highlights her chiseled cheeks with a hue close to the color of sunset with a shimmery glitter. It's not too much, just enough to pick up the natural highlight of her skin. Her lips are dark red. Lovely and asymmetrically full.

She is as beautiful as the man I would occasionally sleep with. I never asked about the ring. I was never curious. He had something I wanted. No love. No feelings. Just a hard fuck when I demanded it and gentleness when I didn't. He only wanted me to fuck him in return.

The waitress checks on us again. Neither of us ready to order. Neither of us ready to approach the subject.

'You are not what I expected,' she finally says, not quite looking me in the eye.

I smile at that. 'I never thought about you.'

'That is fucking obvious,' she says calmly. Her voice shakes with emotion. Her eyes threaten tears.

'Let me clarify,' I begin, reaching over to grab the glass of water fill peppered with condensation, 'I never thought about you.. meaning I never concerned myself with Blue Eyes outside of what he was doing for me. I knew nothing about you other than the ring on his finger.

You are here because of the emails?'

She doesn't answer, but I know, so I press on. 'None of those emails say anything about love or wanting him to leave you - for all I knew you were dead and he was wearing his wedding band for sentimental reasons. My point is.. I never cared, never got curious. I never asked.'

Her dark eyes laser in on me, trying to find the lie. Everything I said is the truth. I don't even know the man's name. I call him Blue Eyes or Blue. He calls me Jon Dee - the name I gave him.

'I cannot believe he is gay.' This comes out more to herself than to me.

'I do not think he is anything.. Just chasing pleasure. Sex is sex and a good fuck can lead to addiction.'

She looks at me then and sneers. I expect her to go ham on me. She looks like a fighter. Her arms are sculpted with lean muscle and have good definition on them, like working out is her religion. I did check her out as she walked toward me. Her tight dress leaves nothing to the imagination.

The color, an soft orange, compliments her pretty skin. It makes my mind drift to what she would feel like, what sounds she would make, and why Blue would search me out instead..

But none of that comes, she holds up her manicured hand signaling the waitress. What she says next surprises me..

'Show me.'

I choke on the water some, thinking for half a second she read my mind. 'Excuse me?'

Her sneer turns into a smile. Full, pretty, and predatory. 'Show me why my husband chooses you over me.'

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Her hands hold for dear life in my hair. Like her husband, she likes eye contact but her eyes are half closed. Her head's back and her body arched pressing me into her middle.

I suck on her clit as I spread her to reinsert my fingers. Her body bucks and churns against me when I do. Unlike her husband, she doesn't have a special little button on the inside that I can pound into oblivion until he is a screaming, crying mess, and flush all over. His pale skin turns apple red. So pretty.

Her whole insides are keys to her pleasure. Turning my fingers into a hook and pressing upward, her body shakes more as an orgasm rocks her. Some liquid gushes around my fingers and onto my chin.

'No..' She pants trying to catch her breath. 'No.. more.. please.. No..'

Her thighs quiver around my head. 'This was only foreplay, Apricot..'

Denying her request, I shove into her. The condom is supposed to be ultra thin, but it feels like it is deadening the pleasure. Her long nails sink into my shoulders at first. It doesn't bother me to have marks. They are small reminders and the masochist in me loves to watch them heal.

But she loses her grip as I increase my speed. I like the way her sounds match my tempo. Like an singer matching the beat. When I dip deep into her and stay, she sings and octave higher. It's lovely and takes her breath away.

Picking her up scares her a bit. I carry her from the dresser of the room to the bed slowly sinking her down onto the soft messy surface. We are back to where we started. Her hands come up my sides and dig into my back again as her moans and slight gasps urge me into the bridge of her new song. Her body clenches around me, telling me she is at her crest again, ready to release.

Garbled noises akin to speech come out of her mouth, but it's not enough for me to acknowledge. The one would that I will pay attention to hasn't crossed her lips.

She arches up again feeding me her breasts. They are no longer dark like the rest of her beautiful skin.. they are tinged with red from my attentions. She says "no" over and over as I lick, suck them and continue to alternate my thrust pattern. Like her husband, she enjoys that same treatment.

'Oh fucking god.. fuck.. fuck..' She moans leaving her sensible self behind.

We changed positions again, she on top of me as we sit on the edge of the bed.

'Chanise? Baby?'

I pound harder into her. She moans leaning forward. She's tired, so tired. She won't give in. She won't say the word to get me to stop.

He stops at the door frame watching me take his wife. I don't stop looking him in the eye. She clenches tight around me and bites me on the shoulder as she cums. Her body limp against me.

'She's tired.'

'What the fuck?! That is MY wife!'

She chuckles weakly, throwing her head back and looking at me. My dick still inside her.

'You didn't care about that when you were fucking him, but I can see why..'