Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

“Nnnnggggggggggg” I groaned as I felt the thick cum slide down my pussy to soak the gusset of my panties.

Christ he was dumping a huge load as he splattered a third wad over my swollen lips, right into my panties. I could feel his fluids soaking the cloth even as my own juices flooded out of me. My knees threatened to buckle as an orgasm tore through me. I was cumming and we weren’t even having sex, I thought.

I eased the soaked cloth closed as Mark shuddered out the last of his orgasm. Patting the cloth in place with a wet squish, I stood on tip toes and kissed his half shaven cheek.

“Thanks Dad, I needed that” I whispered softly.

“Anytime” he choked out as he pulled his jeans back in place.

I stood in the laundry room and waited as he headed back out. When I heard the front door close I turned and picked up my cell phone, zooming in on the sticky mess between my thighs. I shut off the camera and then attached the clip to an unlabeled email to Terry; the last thing I wanted was for someone to know he was getting x-rated movies from his wife. I hit send knowing with the time difference he was sleeping, I smiled as I headed to the bedroom, wondering how he would like his morning present.

I found out later that afternoon when my phone pinged. Picking it up I opened to a short clip and three simple words. The clip was watching the most massive load I had ever seen Terry produce, splatter across his stomach; followed by the words ‘I Love You’.

‘I love you’ I typed back. I stood there in the living room and watched that clip replay twice more. ‘I want to drink you’ God I was becoming so lascivious.

‘Drink him then’ came back the quick reply.

Terry had just upped the ante, in a big way; and I knew I was going to accept his challenge, I just needed to think of how. The idea actually came later that night when I was lying in bed watching late night television before sleeping. This had become a habit with Terry, one his father had as well. They would lay in bed and watch late night, then roll over and fall asleep.

It took a few trial tries with the phone before I was reasonably happy with the position. I needed to make sure before I went. Then, Thursday night I headed over to Mark’s house arriving when I knew he would be in bed. I used our spare key to quietly open the front door and slip inside. I climbed the stairs and stood outside his bedroom door. Sure enough he was stretched out on the bed covered in only a sheet, the light of the television flickering across his bedroom.

Twice on the drive over I had almost turned around. Now, standing there staring at that bare chest, those broad shoulders; and that well defined bulge in the thin sheet; I let my hormones take command. Mark looked over in shock when I walked through the door without a word.

“Kara” you could see the surprise on his face as I walked over and stood at his bedside.

I leaned down and set my phone on his night stand, hoping I had practiced the angle right. I pulled my tank top off, freeing my pert breasts as his eyes bulged.

“My turn” I husked as I climbed onto his bed.

One advantage to being so petite is you fit right between a taller mans spread thighs. I knelt between his legs and reached up for the sheet covering him. I heard him grunt as I jerked the covering down; I felt a flip in my gut as that cock came into view.

This time it wasn’t half hidden by his jeans; and I watched as it thickened and lengthened along his belly. Reaching out I gripped his hardening cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Kara, what are you… ohhh shitttttttttttttttt” Mark moaned as I opened my mouth, lowered my head, and swallowed his hardening cock.

“Ullkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” I groaned back through a mouth full of cock.

“Oh fuck… suck it baby” Mark almost groveled. “Suck Daddy’s cock.” He groaned.

So much was the father like the son it startled me. The sheer forbidden incestuousness of the act drove Terry insane; and it also seemed to be the trigger for Mark. I popped my mouth free and looked up at him.

“Make me” I hissed. “Make me suck your cock Dad” I told him.

Heaven exploded in my belly as two powerful hands gripped the sides of my head, fingers curling in my hair. Oh God, he really was like Terry I dimly thought as he shoved my face down on his now rock hard dick.

I choked and gagged as he shoved that thing right down my throat. My spit dribbled down his shaft and balls as I clawed at his sheets while he fucked my mouth. He used my mouth like a tight wet pussy; while I leaked juices between my thighs thinking of how this man would maul me.

It didn’t take long and I felt his cock throbbing in my mouth. Between the sudden attack, and God knows how long it had been since he had gotten a blowjob; I could feel him nearing release.

“Mmmmmhmmmmmm” I hummed my approval as his hips began to jerk.

I didn’t know how Terry would know he was filling my mouth, but Mark quickly took care of that.

“Oh fuck… Kara… I’m going to cum” he groaned. “Drink it babyyyyyy” he moaned.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm” I hummed, sending a vibration right down his shaft and into his balls.

“Aaagggggggggggggggggggg” Mark roared as his hips lifted on the bed.

I turned my head and looked straight at my phone, as I slid my lips back and clamped them around his crowned head. This let me capture every drop in my mouth, while the camera caught the pulsing of his shaft while squirt after squirt of thick hot goo filled my mouth.

Like I had mentioned, Terry was the only man I had been with. Once again that strange tartness flooded my mouth, the same taste I had found on my used panties. My thighs quivered and hot juices flooded the shorts I was wearing. He was cumming, and I made him cum. Now I understood Terry’s dominance, it was thrilling.

“Oh fuck… oh Jesus” Mark wheezed as his ass dropped back to the bed.

He had flooded my mouth with so much cum it dribbled out the corner and down my chin as he slid free. I raised my head, looked at the phone, and opened my mouth. I knew the puddle of white goo was on full display, I made a show of closing my mouth and swallowing. Take that, I thought of Terry as the slime slid down my throat.

I crawled up his shaking body until our eyes met, I stared down at him. I could see the hunger in them, if I stayed I knew what would happen, but that needed to be for another time, another email to Terry.

“Next time… Daddy” I whispered to him emphasizing the last word as his eyes widened. “Fuck me until you cum in your son’s wife” I hissed.

I gathered my top and phone and walked from his bedroom and back out the front door. I don’t know who was more shocked by the incident; me for the wanton way I behaved, Terry as I watched a clip of him the next day jerking out a massive load as I heard my humming in the background. Or apparently Mark, who was now so focused on fucking me, nothing else mattered.

I had to admit, that while this little journey into dominating and cuckolding Terry was fun, it wasn’t my true nature in the bedroom. Terry had woken my more submissive nature, and I still hungered for that over powering male.

For Terry it was like a narcotic. He sent me three clips on one day. One where he painted the metal wall of a bathroom stall, one where he coated his entire chest, and one where he pumped out enough cum onto the desert sand to water a damned garden. All three loads I was shocked at the size, and ached to have it in my belly.

For Mark it was like an obsession. Apparently he had thought of fucking me since Terry and I had gotten married, it was like some kind of perverted dream come true. I had backed off everything for three days, during which Mark jerked off daily to thoughts of fucking me. Finally, that Sunday afternoon, he snapped.

I was in the kitchen washing lunch dishes from Carrie and me when I heard the front door. I didn’t even get my hands out of the soapy water before a powerful arm wrapped around my waist and lifted me from my feet. I let out a squeal as this mountain of a man carried my slight form the few feet across the kitchen and deposited me onto the kitchen table.

He reached down and jerked the hem of my summer dress up, bunching it at my waist. One big paw gripped the front of my panties and I heard the cloth give with a soft tear as he pulled. Oh God, my body went from park to Nirvana in seconds as I looked up and saw raw lust burning in his eyes.

As he pulled the shredded cloth free I realized there was no stopping him, he was going to own me in mere seconds. The thought of Terry slammed into my brain and I reached up.

“Oh God no… wait” I pressed my small hands against his chest. “Please… I need my phone… oh God no” I gasped as he undid his jeans.

“You’re sending it to him” a light seemed to dawn in his hazed eyes.

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