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  Only there was a big part of me that couldn’t help but feel a touch disgusted at what he was doing. He was pawing me and pretty much dry humping me here, and there wasn’t anything to lead into it. He wasn’t trying to be romantic or anything. No, he was just pulling me down on his cock and trying to get me to hump him right back.

  It was enough to make me want to puke. I shouldn’t want to do something like puke when my husband was trying to be intimate with me. What was wrong with me?

  Instead I found myself thinking about what it’d be like to have one of the hot studs at the gym getting with me like this. I wouldn’t mind one of them pulling me down onto their lap and then pressing their hard cocks against me!

  I was surprised when a little pang of something ran through me. Just a little bit of excitement that told me there was something to that thought that was really turning me on.

  I shouldn’t be getting off on the thought of getting with other guys while my husband was grinding against me, but here we were. I was so pissed off at him right about now. He spent all his time at that damned office, seemed to actually enjoy not being around, and then I was supposed to bow and scrape for him when he got home from work like we were a couple back in the ‘50s or something and all I was good for was watching the kids and giving him sex.

  I didn’t even bother reminding him that I’d had a career of my own that I’d given up as part of the deal when we had kids. That part of the reason he was always working those extra hours was because he had to as part of that deal if he was going to make up for what I’d made.

  It pissed me off, and now here he was dry humping me with the kids asleep upstairs, and I wanted to smack him and tell him there wasn’t a chance it was happening tonight, or any time soon as long as he wasn’t going to take the fucking hint and actually start dieting and working out a little bit from time to time.

  Only.

  There was that flame that was lurking deep inside me. There was that part of me that was really turned on at his cock pressing against me, and it had everything to do with imagining that it was someone like Liam pressing his cock into me and nothing to do with the fact that it was my husband pressing his cock into me.

  I found myself getting wet. Sure I felt a little guilty that I was mostly getting wet at the thought of another man pressing his cock into me, but at the same time it was difficult for me to feel all that bad since, after all, he was going to get laid out of this.

  “Come on baby,” he said. “Show me a good time. I’ve been hard at work, and now I’m hard for you.”

  I reached down between us and grabbed his cock. I felt it up and down its length, and he let out a little gasp as I felt him up. It was weird to hear him reacting like that when we’d been together for so long. I would’ve figured he’d get used to this and maybe want something new by now, but here we were and here he was and he was still getting just as turned on when I grabbed his cock today as he’d gotten the very first time I did something like this when we first started dating.

  That was enough to make me feel guilty all over again. I shouldn’t have been thinking about feeling up another man, but I couldn’t help but think about Liam. Wonder how he would react if I was grabbing his cock while I pressed my pussy down into him.

  I’d seen the way he looked at me. I knew he was interested, the same as all the other guys at the gym. I knew he’d love nothing more than to slide his cock inside me, and there was something about knowing I had that kind of power over such a hottie that really turned me on.

  “Oh fuck,” I moaned, and it was a moan for Liam. Not for Paul. Paul would’ve been furious if he knew why I was moaning, but Paul wasn’t going to have to find out why I was moaning, was he?”

  “Oh fuck is right,” Paul said. “Time for me to give you the good stuff.”

  He reached up and pulled up on my nightie. It was so predictable that I probably could’ve done a fuck by numbers and known exactly what he was going to do, in what order he was going to do it, and exactly when he was going to do it. That was how predictable sex had gotten with us.

  I bet sex wouldn’t be like that with Liam. It’d be hot and new. He’d be exploring me for the first time, and staring at me with those worshipful eyes that he always had when we were in the gym together, only it’d be all the more intense because he’d be looking at me and getting to fuck me for the first time and…

  I shook my head and wondered what the fuck was wrong with me that I was thinking about another man wanting to fuck me. I should’ve been thinking about my husband wanting to fuck me, damn it. He was the man I was to have and to hold. I wasn’t supposed to be…

  Paul pulled my shorts to the side. Pressed a thumb between my legs. Hoo boy did that cause me to have a little bit of an exciting moment. I jumped under his touch, and there was a guilty part of me that knew part of the reason why I was jumping under his touch was because I was thinking of how hot it would be if it was Liam doing that instead of my husband.

  I was a terrible wife. I shouldn’t be thinking things like this. I shouldn’t be imagining Liam pressing me down against a weight bench at the gym as his sweaty muscular body loomed over me. I shouldn’t have been thinking about how good it would feel to have him pressing his thumb against my clit and manipulating me like the master I knew he had to be when he was in the bedroom. I shouldn’t be…

  Oh fuck it. It’s not like I was going to get off getting fucked by my husband or anything. I’d had to go somewhere else when I was fucking him so many times. Usually it was something like thinking of Jamie Dornan in Fifty Shades so I could get over the edge or Jason Momoa in… Well pretty much anything Jason Momoa was ever in.

  This would be the first time that I was thinking of a man who wasn’t my husband that I actually knew, a man I had a chance with, but what the fuck ever. Was it really all that different from getting off thinking about some guy off in Hollywood or something? It’s not like I’d be able to do anything with Liam any more than I’d ever be able to do something with Jason Momoa, so who gave a fuck if he was the one I was thinking about while I fucked my husband?

  He pulled his cock out. I frowned at that. I guess he wasn’t even going to bother with foreplay or anything like that. Not that he’d been all that big on that sort of thing lately, which was another reason why I hadn’t been all that big on the thought of fucking my husband lately. Not that he probably noticed or cared that his lack of consideration in the bedroom was contributing in large part to him not getting as much as he’d like in the bedroom.

  “That’s it baby,” I said as he pressed his cock against me. I guess we weren’t going to even take our clothes off. “Just like that. You’re so fucking good when you fuck me like this.”

  Paul grunted in surprise as his hands moved to my waist. I guess he wasn’t used to hearing his wife talking like this. Well what the fuck ever. I guess he could enjoy this if it meant I was thinking about another dude. I was beyond giving a fuck about it. I was beyond giving a fuck about the fact that this felt sort of like cheating, only sort of not because I was fucking my husband while I was having this fantasy and wondering what the fuck was wrong with me.

  “Just like that,” I hissed, feeling his cock slide into me.

  It was a familiar feeling by now. I’d gotten used to his cock inside me. There’d been a time when it felt like the first time every time. When I had to adjust myself to him. Those days were long in the past, though, and it said more about how tight I’d been back then, how nervous I’d been about fucking a man, than it did about how big Paul was. He was strictly in the middle of the bell curve when it came to cock size, though it’d always been enough for me.

  It’d always been enough for me until now. Now I found myself wondering what it would feel like to have Liam stretching me. I’d seen the bulge in his gym shorts, and hoo boy did he look like he had the kind of package that could show a girl a good time!

  “Oh fuck that’s so good,” I said, unable to resist the delicious sweet temptation to bo
unce up and down on his cock even though I’d been disgusted by the way he was sitting down here vegging out and converting all the calories from the fast food he had for dinner into fat cells.

  Ugh. I could still smell that shit on him. It was like it was leaking out of his pores or something. There’d been a time, back when I got more fitness minded, when I’d felt the call of fried food like a siren call beckoning me to have just one fry. Just taste the tip. See how it felt in my mouth.

  Those days were long gone. Now the smell of fast food merely disgusted me, and it made it all the more disgusting when my husband showed up reeking of the stuff.

  Only I was able to power through, because I wasn’t thinking of Paul. I was thinking of Liam. Thinking of how fucking hot it would be if this was him and his hard body under me. He was younger, and I could show him all the fun he could have with an older woman, thank you very much.

  And so I kept right on bouncing on his cock. I kept right on letting myself get overwhelmed with the wonderful feelings that were thinking of another man. And I knew I was close. So fucking close. I’d never come this quickly when fucking Paul before, but I guess there was something about thinking about the other man that was pushing me towards that edge.

  “Fuck Connie,” he groaned. “What got into you?”

  I heard that in Liam’s voice. I couldn’t not hear it in his voice. Not when I was being so naughty. Not when I was imagining what it would feel like to have his cock sliding into me. And that’s when I made the mistake.

  “Oh fuck Liam,” I moaned.

  Paul stopped. Stared up at me. And I knew that I’d just made a hell of a mistake, for all that I was so close. So fucking close, and now he was holding me there on the edge of glory and there was nothing I could do because he was suddenly holding my sides in a vice grip that kept me from getting that satisfaction I craved.

  Damn it!

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  Paul

  I stared up at my wife in confusion. I tried to tell myself that I’d heard her wrong. That was the only explanation for that. I had to have heard her wrong. There was no way she’d just said another man’s name.

  And Liam? Who the fuck was Liam? I didn’t know anyone named Liam.

  Well, there was the dude who starred in that crappy Star Wars movie, and those Taken movies which were pretty fucking awesome, but other than that it’s not like I knew anyone in the real world with that name. What the fuck was going on here?

  “What did you say?” I asked.

  “I said that’s so fucking good Paul,” she said, leaning down and kissing me, an causing the tips of her tits to trail along my body.

  I shivered at the feel of those tits trailing along my body. Oh holy fuck was that the good stuff. I’d always been a fan of her tits, but I was even more of a fan of them when she still had some of her clothes on.

  There was something about the thought of her getting so excited while we were fucking that she didn’t even stop to take her clothes off all the way that really got me going. There was also something that’d clearly really gotten her going tonight.

  I’d been wondering what the fuck it was that could’ve gotten her that excited, but now that I’d heard her cry out another man’s name I had a pretty good idea of exactly what the fuck it was that had her so revved up and ready to go. Could it be possible that she was thinking about another man?

  I found myself in a bit of a conundrum. On the one hand I wanted to ask her who the fuck this Liam guy was. I wanted to make it clear that I was not cool with her thinking about other guys while we were fucking. Even if she was thinking of an older actor who she somehow had the hots for.

  But at the same time she’d been fucking me like there was no tomorrow. She’d been giving me the good stuff like she hadn’t in so long. There was something frenzied and animalistic about the way she’d been fucking me tonight. Like she couldn’t get enough of me, or maybe she couldn’t get enough of thinking about whoever this Liam guy was.

  And so I made a decision in that moment. Maybe it wasn’t the best decision considering I might’ve just been presented with some pretty clear evidence that my wife was cheating on me, but I was still as hard as a rock and her pussy was practically begging me to come inside her pretty little body.

  Besides, the thought of coming inside her and filling her up when some other guy couldn’t, assuming she hadn’t done something with whoever this Liam asshole was, was kind of hot. Oh yeah. I’d be getting what he couldn’t have, and there was something about knowing that my wife wanted him to have it but wasn’t going to let him have it because we were married that was twisting me up inside and turning me on and making me rock hard.

  So I lowered her on me. Pulled her down on my cock. She sighed as I buried myself inside her one final time, and then I was going over the edge. When she realized what was happening she tried to pull herself up and down on me a few more times. Tried to squeeze out a last few drops of her own pleasure while I was squeezing out all of my own pleasure deep inside her body, but it was too late for that.

  She seemed a little disappointed, but even then there was something about her leaving this experience disappointed that was turning me on more than anything else that’d happened during this fucking session. If she really was thinking of fucking another guy then I figured the least she deserved was to not get off with me.

  Sure there was a part of me that was also arguing, not very convincingly, that maybe if I was able to get her off while she was fucking me then she wouldn’t feel the need to find a little bit of fun in the arms of another man, but that part of me was having trouble giving a fuck about what my wife thought if there was even a possibility that she was cheating on me.

  Finally it was over. I finished blowing my load deep inside this tight little body she’d been working on for me at the gym, which led me naturally to wondering if this Liam dude was someone from the gym, and then she pulled off of me. And of course the judgmental wife who’d been there when I walked through the door was back in full force.

  She stared down at me, but it was difficult for me to meet her eyes. Not because I was ashamed that I’d just gotten my rocks off while she was going to be left wanting. No, that’d happened often enough that it wasn’t really something that bothered me these days.

  No, I was more concerned with my come dribbling out of her pussy. I could see those lips swollen where she’d been fucking me in a way she hadn’t in years, and the sight of my come leaking out of her was definitely doing something for me. My cock was stirring, and I found myself wondering what it would feel like to be staring at something like that happening, only it was another man who’d just fucked her and not me.

  I pushed those thoughts out of my mind almost as soon as they appeared in there. I wasn’t going to think of shit like that. I wasn’t going to think about other guys fucking her and how hot it would be, because that sort of thing wasn’t fucking hot. It was something wimps and losers were into, thank you very much, and I was no fucking cuck.

  “So that’s it?” she asked.

  “What’s it?” I asked, looking past her to the television. “You sounded like you were having a pretty good time for a little while there.”

  She stared at me, and I knew she was waiting for me to catch her eye. I knew she was waiting to lay into me or tell me that I’d been a selfish bastard or whatever it was that she was about to say, and so you bet your ass I did my best to not look at her and give her the opportunity to tell me what a selfish asshole I was.

  No, I had a show to catch up on, thank you very much. They’d set the last season on a tropical island for some reason, and this one was in the far future for some reason. Some of those cartoon chicks were pretty fucking hot, though. There were times after Connie went to bed, on nights when I didn’t get a mysterious fuck session coming down from on high, when I rubbed one out to some of those before I headed up to get some sleep.

  I wouldn’t need to do that tonight, but it would be nice if my wife would get the fuck out of
the way so I could see what the fuck was going on.

  “Do you mind?” I asked.

  “I can’t believe you,” she muttered, low enough that it was under her breath but loud enough that I knew I was meant to hear it.

  There was a time when something like that would’ve terrified me. When I would’ve been jumping up to see what the fuck was wrong and try to figure out a way to make it all better, but those days were all way behind me. We’d been married long enough now that I knew I didn’t have to worry.

  What was she going to do, divorce me and go for some other guy?

  That thought was enough to put a smile on my face. Yeah, there was a fat fucking chance she was going to pull something like that. She knew she had a good thing going here, even if I was maybe a little out of shape.

  Oh I could read the signs she was sending me loud and clear. She was on this fitness kick because she was hoping I’d get on a similar fitness kick and do what needed to be done to get back to my fighting weight.

  Not like I had much of a choice with something like that. Not when I was so busy making the money we needed to live in a place like this. So I ignored her and stared at the TV. I’d had a good time, but I wanted to make sure she knew that this was just a good time. I wasn’t going to let her push me around or any of that bullshit. No sir, I wasn’t putting up with that.

  She stared at me for another moment before finally making a disgusted noise in the back of her throat and turning to make her way back upstairs.

  A part of me felt bad for doing that to her, but then again I also figured it was the least she deserved for calling out another guy’s name while she was fucking me.

  Maybe this would remind her who the real man was in her life. Then again maybe not. Honestly I didn’t give a fuck. I’d just gotten my rocks off, and that’s all that really mattered.

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