Not My Husband: Cuckold Husband Cheat Fantasy

  Not My Husband

  (Cuckold Husband Cheat Fantasy)

  by Sarah Westerly

  © 2015 Sarah Westerly / 7 Inch Books

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, places, events and characters are purely fictitious.

  Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or any actual events is purely coincidental.

  All characters in the following story are consenting adults over the age of eighteen.

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  Erin sat in her car, in the parking lot of an upscale hotel, miles away from the home she makes for her husband and 2 kids. It took all of her courage to get this far and she's wasn't sure she had any left to actually go into the hotel, or into his hotel room. She scanned the radio until remembering that doing this too long could kill the car battery. Having to get a jump would certainly blow her cover. Instead she sat in her little black dress, her fuck-me pumps, full hair and makeup, in silence. She needed the courage to finally do something for herself.

  It all started a few days ago. Erin's husband Carter had suggested spending the weekend with their two kids at his parents' house upstate. Erin was less than enthusiastic. It always ends up being a vacation for everyone except her. She would be the one taking care of the kids and Carter's mom always managed to manipulate her into cooking and cleaning while she plays with the kids. It's just like home only somewhere else. Erin suggested that they go without her, she could use the weekend to get things done around the house. Carter was surprised by her response but agreed to take the kids off her hands for the weekend.

  Exhilarated by finally having a weekend off of mom duties, Erin hurried everyone along and out of the house on Friday afternoon. Carter felt her urgency and was suspicious but at this point in their relationship there was only a faint spark, not enough to fuel jealousy. Whatever she was up to, he didn't want to know about it.

  ***

  It wasn't always this way. Carter and Erin had met junior year in college and fell fast in love. They got physical sooner than Erin was prepared for but they remained passionate for years. Their first child was unexpected, a year out of college, and although not many people knew it, she was newly pregnant at their wedding. Soon after the kid, sex became a chore. As did everything else. Carter enjoyed being "serviced" and Erin was eager to be pushed against a wall, bent over a table, anything to make her feel like a woman. She used to try and be vocal with Carter but it was never a good time. There were always other more important issues to discuss. Maybe this was what happened in marriages or long term sexual relationships. Erin had no idea, she had only had sex with one other person.

  ***

  Years ago, Erin dated John. She was still a virgin when she turned 18 and while they had had some heavy makeout sessions, she still didn't feel "ready". John had pushed her but she always managed to put an end of things before they went too far. Except that one night when they went to the beach together.

  Erin and John sat on a blanket on the sand, looking at the stars. When John leaned in for a kiss, Erin was so horny she pinned him to the blanket. John was very familiar with Erin's pert, perky tits by that point and he went straight for them. Because they were outside where anybody could see them, Erin's shirt stayed on and her unclasped white bra hung loosely around her arms. John's hands were hidden underneath, moving around and touching every inch of her chest. Dry humping drove them both crazy with passion and made Erin feel things she hadn't felt before. The sound of the ocean and the smell of the sea air acted as an aphrodisiac.

  John asked her to take off her jean shorts, "to feel closer". He promised not to try to take off her panties, he just wanted to feel more of her. Erin resisted at first, knowing where it would lead.

  "C'mon, it's just like wearing a bathing suit."

  Erin looked around and it seemed as though they were alone for miles. She had on a very cute, little pair of pink panties and she knew it would drive John wild. Erin removed her shorts and saw John was doing the same. Erin climbed on top of him and could feel his excitement. She positioned her moist mound right on top of his throbbing meat and started rocking back and forth. They shared a very deep kiss and she pushed her pelvis into him as hard as she could. The grinding got faster and harder and Erin couldn't control herself.

  "Oh John!"

  It got so frenzied that Erin could feel her little, cute pink panties moving out of place. She could feel his thick love stick directly on her skin right now but she didn't want to stop. Not now. They were both grinding into each other as hard as they could. Erin noticed John try and steal peeks at her now exposed vagina.

  Soon Erin realized that John's purple head was now directly outside of her pussy. They locked eyes and maintained eye contact as John maneuvered himself inside her. Erin didn't stop him. Just a little bit at a time and very slow. It hurt a little but Erin was prepared for much worse. This was a good pain she thought as John stretched her wide. Erin gave a final big push that resulted in their thighs starting to touch and her pussy swallowing him whole. She saw his eyes roll back into his head. She knew this was wrong but she couldn't stop.

  John grabbed her hips and guided himself in and out, in and out. John moved her body and controlled her movements. This felt amazing. She placed his hands on her rock hard nipples and made sure he squeezed them. She used her own hand on her clit and gave it the same love she gave it at home on her bed. They had a good rhythm going. John eventually let out a loud groan and before she knew it, Erin was full of hot, warm spunk. She wanted him to fill her up and when she felt his juices bathing her, she shuddered in ecstasy.

  They both collapsed onto the towel and soon started putting their clothes back on. Erin was so turned on she forgot about any hesitations she had had and instead wanted to do it with John again and again, forever.

  When Erin felt frustrated by the routine, boring sex with Carter, she would always remember her time with John.

  ***

  Back in the real world, Carter got the kids into the car all by himself. As soon as Erin saw the car leave the driveway, she was dialing her friend Mandy.

  "Hey, come over tonight. I have the house to myself. Bring wine!"

  Erin and Mandy spent the evening drinking one of several bottles of wine and gossiping. They had known each other since college and while Erin got married and had kids, Mandy was still single and living a far more exciting life.

  When they were younger, Erin was a little judgmental of Mandy's promiscuity but now she was oozing with jealousy. She was desperate for some stories. Erin and Carter's sex life had become strictly for birthdays and holidays and even then, it was uninspired and somewhat of a chore.

  Erin had never really entertained the thought of taking a lover but she needed to do something to scratch her itch. To help calm her down, she discreetly bought a tiny, pocket vibrator but had given up on ever having the privacy to use it.

  Mandy always managed to look ready for sex. Even tonight, a casual night with two old girlfriends drinking wine, she looking stunning. She had on a tight t-shirt that allowed for a clear outline and peek of her pristine, white bra. Her tits were at full attention and Erin wondered if she was blessed or if she was just really good at bra shopping. Given the heat outside, Mandy had on a pair of jea
n shorts that hugged her ass perfectly. Her thighs looked so smooth and perfect, she clearly hadn't had kids. Erin figured her panties were most likely much more cute and exotic than the ordinary ones she had on. She wanted to see them. As she continued to drink wine, Erin started warming up to the idea of having Mandy help her get over her sexual frustrations. She slowly inched her way closer on the couch.

  "So we had a few more drinks and I actually went home with Bobby".

  Uh oh, Erin hadn't been paying attention to Mandy speaking.

  "Wait, what?"

  "I know right? I hadn't seen him in over 10 years but he's single, I'm single, we hit it off" Mandy explained, having no idea she had just been mentally undressed.

  "This was at that college reunion thing?" Erin asked, having to be brought up to speed on the story she hadn't paid attention to.

  "Um, yeah. No more wine for you" Mandy moved the bottle away and Erin playfully tugged on it to get it back. Mandy resisted and Erin's hand slipped from the bottle and landed on Mandy's left breast. Erin had felt her own boobs plenty of times but feeling somebody else's was different. They both stared at each other, unsure of where to take this.

  "Go ahead, give them a squeeze" Mandy teased.

  Even though they were being hugged by her bra, Erin could tell that Mandy's tits were very firm. She explored every inch of the clothed breasts, hoping Mandy would make a move on her. Erin grinded her pussy on the heel of her foot, which had been tucked under her. She waited but Mandy didn't seem turned on, she was just letting a friend touch her boobs.

  "Oh! I forgot the best part! You'll never believe who was asking for you!" Mandy said, deflating Erin's hopes for her first encounter with a woman.

  "Who?" Erin moved to her knees now, curious about who was interested in her.

  "Danny. Bell." The two girls shrieked.

  Danny and Erin had years of flirting behind them but had never had sex, much to the frustration of both of them. Erin had never been a casual sex type person and wanted a boyfriend first. Danny didn't want a girlfriend but wanted to fuck Erin's brains out. They were stuck at that stalemate as long as they knew each other. One drunken night they made out and he got her shirt off but that's as far as it went. Erin now seriously regretted putting the brakes on things and was going to name her vibrator 'Danny' this weekend.

  "What did he say? What did he say?" Erin couldn't contain her excitement.

  "He asked what you were up to and when I said married with kids, he looked disappointed." Mandy said sadly.

  "Man I wish I slept with him."

  Mandy went over to Erin's computer and began typing.

  "Here, I'm friends with him. Look at these pictures."

  Erin got up from the couch and was surprised to feel how wet she had become. This caused her to smirk a little. Erin stood over Mandy's shoulders and soon pushed her out of the seat so she could ogle Danny's pictures.

  "He hasn't aged at all, he looks amazing."

  The bulge Erin had always wondered about was tastefully prominent in some of the pictures causing Mandy to hover the mouse over where she assumed his penis ended.

  "My guess is this whole area is taken up by his fat cock. One of us is going to have to do him, just to confirm".

  "I'm a married woman!" Erin quickly snapped back into reality.

  "Hey, you can still talk to him. Give yourself a little something to fantasize about on these nights when you're home alone. The least you can do is add him as a friend".

  Mandy pushed her way to the computer mouse and over Erin's objections, added Danny to her friend list.

  "There. Now you're friends".

  "Great. He gets a friend request from me on a Friday night, surely he'll be able to see that I'm living an exciting life. He probably won't even get the request until after the weekend..."

  Erin stopped herself as the familiar chime of a new message perked up both her and Mandy. Erin, too nervous to even look at the computer screen, just stared at Mandy. Mandy excitedly hurried back to the computer.

  "Ooooh! He messaged you! That's my cue to leave! Flirt away girl but only take it so far. You don't want to do anything you regret".

  Erin sat back down at the computer and Mandy grabbed her bag, bending down to hug Erin. Erin held on a little too long, partly because she was scared to do this by herself, partly because she wanted to make sure Mandy didn't want to fool around a little. Mandy saw herself out.

  Erin nervously returned to the computer, anxious to see what Danny had sent her.

  It read: "hey".

  The message she had waited 10 years for was "hey". This was the time when she needed Mandy's help. Does she reply right away? And if so, with what?

  More wine helped Erin not to over-analyze things and she replied back with "how've you been?"

  That reply started off a night of constant messaging back and forth. Danny was in town for a short while, staying in a hotel downtown. He was single and work made it hard to maintain a relationship. The alcohol removed most of Erin's filter and she let Danny know that her sex life was kind of stale and boring. She even began to lightly describe her figure and even hinted at some of her turn-ons.

  Typing things into an instant messenger can cause people to forget that they're conversing with an actual human. Because of this, many people type things they would never dream of saying face-to-face with another person. Erin typed something she soon searched for a way to take back.

  "Sometimes a woman just needs a good fuck". As soon as she pressed enter she was mortified. She was humiliated when, after a night of constant back and forth, there wasn't an immediate response. After 5 minutes of sweating, Danny wrote back.

  "What are you doing Saturday night?"

  Erin launched herself away from the computer, went upstairs and fell into bed. She passed out with the covers over her head.

  ***

  When Erin woke up to an empty bed, she used it as an opportunity to spread herself across as much of the mattress as she could. The stretching of her muscles felt great and she soon found herself contorting in as many positions as possible, stretching every muscle for that sweet burst of pleasure. When she arched her back with her legs spread wide, she realized that this could become a different type of party.

  Erin brought one hand up to raise her tank top over her breasts and very gently ran her hand over one of them. She had her hand so close it was barely touching her skin, just enough to get her nipples hard. She lifted her ass and used the other hand to slide off her sweatpants, leaving her with just cotton panties on. She ran her hand up and down her thigh, again, just barely touching. She did this for awhile before she caressed the lower part of her stomach. She felt her ass as it clenched and then very lightly ran a finger over her panties, right above her pussy. Even barely touching her pussy, she could feel that she was getting wet. She used a finger to trace along the waistband of her now damp panties and teased herself a little before allowing her hand to go lower. She caressed around her lips before putting a finger in. The backside of her hand touched the inside of her panties and could feel what her slick juice had done to her underwear. The very wet finger said a quick hello to her clit before going back in.

  She then tried two fingers and thought about how hot it would be if someone were to walk in right now. She has both tits out and her ass was arched up to the sky. Her legs spread and her pussy was wide open. This made her flushed with excitement as she alternated between fingering herself and rubbing her clit in well practiced circles. Oh, somebody come in now and fuck me hard. Somebody. She ran through her memory bank for men she wanted to fuck her, quickly scanning past Carter, the mailman, the hot neighbor, Danny from college...

  Fuck.

  All of Erin's activities came to a sudden stop as she remembered what happened last night. She hung her head and knew she eventually had to go check her computer.

  Erin walked downstairs towards the computer as though she expected a burglar to be down there. She covered her eyes as she shook the mous
e to wake up the computer. Once she was brave enough, she could see that Danny had written back.

  "Where did you go?"

  And with that, he was gone. Without even thinking, Erin wrote back, "sorry, had a computer problem. I'm here now" and quickly thought that sounded desperate but as she learned last night, there's no way to take back an instant message.

  Erin sat and waited, staring at the computer screen for a response. It wasn't coming. She chewed her nails, read a magazine, all while constantly checking the screen for a response. Nothing. Eventually she realized she had errands to run and a phone that was smart enough to alert her to new messages.

  Erin made a conscious decision to not shower and to wear yoga pants to the supermarket. Showing off her hot ass and smelling like pussy drove the young boys working in the store crazy and gave her the attention she was looking for. She couldn't fully enjoy it though, she was glued to her phone, refreshing it constantly, waiting for a response from Danny. A nice young man offered to help her bring her groceries to her car. He stayed to help her load it and while she bent over to reach something, noticed that he was taking advantage of the clear view down her shirt. Instead of covering up, she took longer getting out of the bent position then locked eyes with him and smirked. He stammered out a "h-h-h-have a n-n-n-ice day" while hurrying back to the store. Poor kid, Erin thought, he has to go walk back into that supermarket with a raging boner. She laughed to herself, checked her phone again and got back into the car.