I Can’t Believe I Cheated

Author’s Note: Hello readers, it has come to my attention while re-reading my stories that I need to work on my structure to make it more reader friendly. I haven’t changed the story at all but just making it easier on the eyes. Also, please note that I use italics as inner thoughts of the main character and since my favorite genre of movies are musicals I use the the italics for musical breaks as well. For those of you who are not aware of my work, I try to make my stories as illustrative as possible so you, as the reader, will have a clear visual of the characters and the environment. Please enjoy and like always constructive criticism is welcomed!

I Can’t Believe I Cheated

I honestly cannot tell you how I let this happen but it did. All I can say is once it started, I don’t know if I can stop it. His charm and sexual magnetism made my pussy drip the moment he touched me. This can ruin my marriage and not to mention my family life, but I’m addicted to his cock. My name is Erin Avena and I am Bobby Johnson’s slut!

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It was a Saturday night and my husband and I were excited to finally be going out with friend’s. We have very busy lives with us both having full-time jobs and being parents to two wonderful children. My husband, Jacob, is a Case Manager at a correctional facility and I am a Software Engineer working for an Investment Company. We have made a great life together. We have achieved the American Dream, so to speak.

Jacob and I have tried to schedule date-nights to get our love life back on track because we know it has become stale but something always seems to come up to derail our plans. We are very much in love with one another and have been together for 17-years and married for 15 of them. Communication has never been an issue with us. We have made the point early on in our relationship to have dinner every night to talk about our day and anything else going on in our lives. Jacob stressed that issue when we got married because he saw how his parents drifted apart because of lack of communicating with one another and he didn’t want that for us. Now that we have our children continuing that tradition is of most importance because we want to be involved in our kids’ lives.

As you probably could guess, with all this going on means me and my husband don’t have a lot of time for our sex life which we both realize needs improvement. Between us working, taking our kids to school and their subsequent soccer practices, Tae-Kwon Do classes, and play dates Jacob and I have lost our way in the intimacy department. We love being parents but it has changed the quality time we spend together and forget about alone time especially with the kids’ always around. We have become great parents but we have become horrible lovers. Our sex life which once was twice a day and at least 4 times a day on the weekends has dwindled down to barely twice a month! We get in a quickie every now and again, which I don’t count, but we have not FUCKED in a while.

Jacob and the kids are my whole world! I know he adores me, is faithful and will do anything for our family so this is why I am so disgusted with myself for what I did and continue to do. This is my story:

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As I’m standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror applying my makeup Jacob peaks in at me and asks, “Honey, do you know where I put my blazer?”

Looking at him through the mirror I reply, “I put it on the hanger inside the closet because you left it on the bed and I didn’t want it getting wrinkled.”

He smiled, blew me a kiss and was about to head back into the bedroom until he notices the sheer lingerie I have on. Walking up behind me putting his crotch up against my ass then dry humping me he whispers in my ear as we make eye contact through the mirror, “Damn, baby you look delicious. You making my dick hard right now.”

Leaning back against his chest I smile while reaching for his hard cock through his boxer-briefs and say in a sultry tone, “I would like nothing more than for you to bend me over right here and bury this dick of yours in my wet pussy but our friends will be here any minute and we need to get dressed. I don’t want to look freshly fucked when they get here.”

He moaned as I removed my hand from his dick “Baby, c’mon we haven’t had sex in… shit, I don’t even remember the last time we had sex. Let me just put the tip in, pleassse?”

Turning around I gave him a quick peck on the lips and joke, “Just the tip is how we got pregnant with Roman and Alicia, remember that? There is no tip with you. You go from 0 to 100, REAL QUICK”.

Jacob laughs puts his hands up conceding the point, answers as he walks out the bathroom with is hardened dick, “Not my fault. Your pussy grabs my dick and won’t let it go.” Laughing while shaking my head I turn back around to finish applying my makeup. Looking at myself in the mirror I realize that I am looking sexy which makes me blush.

Being a 45-year-old Southern-Belle, I have kept my looks quite well over the years. People have often said that I look as if I’m in my late 20s or early 30s. I contribute that to having good genes and doing Pilates four times a week. I’m 5’7” with light brown hair, brown eyes, with perky C-cup breasts (Courtesy of a breast augmentation when I was 24) and a bubble butt. Having had plenty of gentleman admirers of all ages over the years, I still got it! If you want a clearer picture of my appearance look up Ashley Jones. Dressing up mostly for work which consists of wearing dress slacks, button-down shirts and high heels; tonight, is a welcomed change because I haven’t dressed up to go out in a long while.

My husband, Jacob, is a 42-year-old Dominican male. He looks like David Ortiz, the former baseball player. He is dark-skinned with the most adorable brown eyes. I had to force him to do Pilates with me 5 years ago because he started getting obese. Now, don’t get me wrong I love my husband and would love him fat or skinny but his health was a major concern for his doctor a few years ago. Jacob was diagnosed as pre-diabetic and would have diabetes today if we didn’t change his diet and start him on an exercise program. He is much healthier now and is almost at the weight he was when we first met. If you ask him he didn’t lose the weight for health purposes but for vanity; he wants to look good in clothes!

Walking into the bedroom I pick up my floral print mini dress that was placed on the bed and as I’m putting it on Jacob is in the walk-in-closet telling me how happy he is that my mother and sister finally moved to Florida so our kids have a place to sleep over so we can go out.

Because of all the horror stories in the news about babysitters or nannies hurting children they take care of, Jacob and I never wanted to hire one. We knew if that ever happened to our kids we would both end up in jail for murder!

Giggling and agreeing with him as I finish putting on my black open toes stiletto heels he walks out and stares at me. “My, my, my, someone is going to be a lucky son-of-a-bitch who takes your sexy ass home” he says excitedly.

Sticking my tongue out at him, I grin then and vowed, “Whoever it is, is going to get THOUROUGHLY FUCKED.”

Jacob raised his eyebrows astonished by reply walked over in front of me with his 6’1” frame, kissed me then said, “Erin, I love you so much”.

Looking up at him I replied, “I love you too baby”.

Just then the doorbell rings.

We both smile and say in unison “They’re here!” Jacob gives me a quick slap on the butt and told me to finish getting ready while he goes downstairs to open the door. Putting on my hoop earrings to complete my outfit I hear chatter and laughter in the living room. Walking down the stairs I hear off in the distance, “There she is.” I know that voice anywhere. It is one of Jacob’s best friends from work David De Luca. He got up from the sofa and walked over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

David is your typical macho Italian guy. He is very funny and personable as we went out with him and his lovely wife Claire a few months back. David is one of those people that if you need anything and I mean anything he knows how you can go about getting it. Being a correctional officer, he has hands in both the legitimate and illegitimate world. He was ruggedly good-looking with his curly dark hair and he was sporting a new goatee look. If you look up John Turturro you get an idea of how he looks. His wife Claire was a very pretty woman and what I like about her was her outgoing personality. She stood about 5’4” tall, brunette and petite. Think of Moira Kelly.

As I take a good look at him, I put my hand on his chin and tease, “Nice whiskers”.

He smiles, turns and lifts his head to give me a profile and asks, “You like it Erin?”

Claire gets up and gives me a hug, kiss and chuckles, “Don’t encourage him Erin. He is spending too much time with your husband over there who is a bad influence”.

We both look in Jacob’s direction who smiles and shrugs his shoulders and responded, “I did no such thing. Plus, it looks good on him”.

Claire continues jokingly, “You would say that because he has copied your look. I’m just happy he didn’t do the whole sideburns thing and just kept it up front. Not everyone can pull off facial hair, my friend”.

David interjects, “Hey, hey, hey I’ve gotten plenty of compliments on my new look”.

Claire moves closer to me and murmur’s “Yeah, no one is going to tell their commanding officer you going through a mid-life crisis”.

We both giggle at her comment.

David walks over to us and gives her butt a quick tap and says, “I heard that.”

She gives him a kiss on the cheek and teased, “I know you did baby. You look great and I love you. But, after 22 years of marriage, you not being clean shaven is something I have to get use to,” she took a sip of her champagne she received from Jacob prior to me coming down and continued, “Plus, when you’re eating away down there I’m the one with the chafe marks.”

Didn’t I say she has an outgoing personality.

Jacob laughed so hard he spit out the champagne he was drinking. David took the glass of champagne from Claire’s hand, turned to Jacob and laughed, “Did you spike my wife’s drink bro? T.M fucking I.”

Putting my head in my hands with embarrassment I just giggle.

Claire pulled David towards her and kissed him. These two were meant to be together.

Being around them always was fun.

Just then the doorbell rang.

As they unlocked their kiss David told us he forgot to mention that he invited his childhood friend Bobby Johnson to join us for drinks tonight because he would be in town for only a few weeks and they haven’t seen each other in about 7-years. Jacob and I both readily agreed that it was ok as I walked towards the door.

Opening the door there stood before me a tall, maybe around 6’3”, medium built black man.

He smiled and then introduced himself, “Good evening my name is Bobby Johnson. A friend of mine, David De Luca gave me this address to meet him here. Is this the correct residence?”

I gave a warm smile, extended my hand and replied, “Yes, Mr. Johnson, I am Erin. Please, come on in. We were expecting you.”

Shaking my hand, he stated, “No need to call me Mr. Johnson. Bobby will be just fine.” Leading him into the living room he mentioned that he thought I had a lovely home in which I thanked him.

Just as we got to the living room David walked over to Bobby and they gave each other a long embrace. Sort of like a brotherly hug. Claire walked over to give him a hug and a kiss. David formerly introduced us to Bobby.

Bobby Johnson was not just a childhood friend of David’s but his best friend. He was the best man at he and Claire’s wedding. They were going to enter into the police academy together but Bobby decided that food was his passion so he became a chef. He’s been a chef for a little over 30 years now and has made a great living for himself as he studied in French cuisine and worked in almost every part of the World from New York to Norway. Name a country, he probable worked there for a while. Like I said he is 6’3” medium built, clean shaven with a very low haircut. You would think he was bald if you didn’t look closely. Decent looking guy. If I had to describe him look up Eddie Bo Smith Jr. What I found most interesting was when we shook hands how his hands completely devoured mine.

As the guys were talking Claire and I started to chit-chat about work, our kids and just mundane everyday stuff. I noticed ever so often Bobby would just look at me and when I caught him staring he would just smile. Smiling back at him the first few times I was thinking he was just being friendly but after a few more times of him staring at me I kind of felt uncomfortable because it seemed as if he was undressing me with his eyes.

Jacob was the one that stopped the chatter and said, “O.K guys it is time to hit the road. We didn’t get dressed up to stay in this house. I got an Uber XL and it is here. Let’s go.”

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The first stop on our trip was a bar/ lounge where they played a mix of Reggae and Spanish style music. When we got out the SUV the place was lively. People dancing, drinking and having a great time. Walking up to the bar Jacob and I kissed in which Claire yelled out, “Get a room you two.”

We laughed and Jacob replied, “Oh, we plan to!”

We all laughed and ordered drinks from the bartender. After a few drinks Claire wanted to dance but David not being dancing type declined. After the second failed attempt in asking him, she just pulled me to the dance floor.

I love to dance. I met Jacob on a dance floor in a club on South Beach. He doesn’t always go out to dance; he’s more of a hang out and drink with his boys kind of guy but, as he states, he saw me and couldn’t resist coming over to meet me. Since we have been together, he has never discouraged me from going out to dance whenever I felt like it even when it was just me and the girls. Jacob has never been a jealous type; he always has told me that it would more of a concern if guys didn’t look at me like they wanted to fuck. He says guys can look but not touch the merchandise and the sluttier I dressed while with him the better. I just love him so much!

While we were dancing to Daddy Yankee’s Limbo, I looked at my husband and fingered him to come to the dance floor in which he complied. I saw Bobby say something to David then he joined us on the dance floor as well. While dancing with my husband he had his hands all over me grabbing my ass and brushing his hard-on against my crotch and ass. He was getting me ready for tonight by getting my pussy wet! Claire and Bobby looked at us acting like two horny high-school kids in the middle of the dance-floor then busted out laughing. We didn’t care. That is how we danced with one another.

After the third song Jacob tapped out to tell me he was too tired and couldn’t do another dance. He told me he was going back to the bar to drink with David so he wouldn’t feel left out, but he told me to continue having fun because I was in that zone. Just before he walked back to the bar we kissed and as our tongues swirled with one another he slipped his hand under my skirt sliding a finger in my dripping pussy which made me moan in his mouth. We broke the kiss then he said hungrily, “There’s going to be plenty more of that later. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

All I could mutter was “I love you baby.”

He smiled and walked in the direction where Claire and Bobby were dancing.

I continued to dance as the DJ started playing some salsa music when I felt someone tap me on my shoulder. It was Bobby. He told me that Claire went with Jacob because her feet were getting a little sore and Jacob told him he should come dance with me because I wanted to dance a little more.

Bobby extended his hand in which I asked, “You dance salsa?”

Bobby laughed and answered, “I am well-traveled, little lady, and I’ve picked up a few moves here and there.”

Bobby was right, he definitely had moves. He danced very well.

I noticed that the dance floor was getting more packed and I could barely see where Jacob, Claire and David were at the bar. Being that Bobby was tall he knew exactly where they were and he told me that Jacob was giving him the thumbs up to keep on dancing if I wanted to. I noticed something else too. Bobby was being freer where he put his hands on my body. He would caress my ass ever so often then apologize. After a while he stopped apologizing but just continuing smiling and staring in my eyes and I would just smile back at him. I didn’t object to it because the dance floor was crowded, the music was so good and also the alcohol was surging through me which made me have my guard down.

There is no way he would try anything with me with my husband less than 100 feet away, right?

Th DJ mixed it up and started playing some dance-hall music. He started to play Kevin Lyttle’s Turn Me On. Bobby looked at me and asked if I wanted to go back to the bar and I told him I wasn’t ready yet because I haven’t been out in such a long time and I wanted to make the most of this night.

I know I should have walked back to the bar when he nodded and gave me a grin. There was something sinister and mischievous abut that grin.

As the music started playing, he turned me around and started to slowly grind on me. He had his left hand on my waist holding me in place as I could feel his cock swell against my ass.

We kept dancing.

He moved his right hand down my skirt until he touched bear skin of my outer thigh.

We kept dancing.

Reaching my thigh, he started to move his hand up under my skirt until he squeezed my ass from the side.

We kept dancing.

While continuing to dance to the song, I didn’t realize he moved us to the back of the club wear he was leaning against the wall. At this point his dick was firmly wedged between my ass cheeks still grinding into me but as I said we were having such a good time plus us drinking I didn’t seem to mind.

“You are making my dick hard Erin; do you know that?” he groaned in my ear.

Looking back at him I just smiled and continued dancing.

“Oh, I see. You are just a naughty little slut; aren’t you?” he continued, “Do you know what I do with naughty little sluts, Erin?”

Snapping back to reality I started to apologize, realizing where I was and who I was, “Oh my gosh… I’m so sorry for this Bobby. I don’t know what got into me, but I can’t, we can’t…”

Turning to go back to the bar Bobby grabbed my hand spinning me back close to him and said calmly, “It’s ok Erin relax, but you still didn’t answer the question. Do you know what I do with naughty little sluts?”

Staring into his eyes hyperventilating and totally flushed I slowly shook my head no.

Not realizing he had his hand under my skirt he whispered in my ear, “I fuck them dirty and nasty. Exactly how they like it.”

Just as he let those words out in one swift motion, he pulled my panties to the side and shoved his thick middle finger in my dripping cunt while rubbing my clit with his thumb.

My pussy was on FIRE as he pushed me to an orgasm I’ve never felt in my life, right on the dance floor. Burying my face in his chest as to not scream and cause a scene he snickered while tugging on the back of my hair, “Relax and just enjoy it. You’ve been wanting me to do this since we met. I’m going to fuck you many times over these next few weeks while I am in town. Do you understand?”

Letting out a soft gasp as he was fingering me and pulling my hair, we just stared at one another. He quickly took his middle finger out and put it to my face to show how me much I creamed on him. As he licked his finger, I was still dripping pussy juice down my leg, he repeated, “Do you fucking understand, slut?”

Giving him a nod, I replied, “Yes.”

Still licking my cream off his finger, he shakes his head and says, “From now on you address me as sir or Mr. Johnson. Do I make myself perfectly clear, slut?” Feeling a mixture of anger, shame, guilt but most of all excitement I looked up at him and answered, “Yes sir.”

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Walking back to the bar with Bobby I just kept thinking to myself how could I have allowed this happen? What the fuck is wrong with me? I just me this man not even 3-hours ago and now I have him fingering me to an orgasm on the dance floor? And he is having me call him sir?

All these questions kept repeating in my head I didn’t even realize Jacob was talking to me… “Baby? Baby? Are you ok?” he worriedly asked.

Looking up at him and giving a strained smile, “huh, sorry honey. I think the alcohol has my head swirling right now. It’s been a long time since we went dancing.”

Jacob smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Someone is getting to old for this shit” David remarks.

Turning back to him I replied, “Oh, be quiet mister.”

Bobby chimed in, “Oh no she worked me out there on that dance floor,” giving me a quick glance then continued, “Jacob, you didn’t tell me your wife is such a terrific dancer. She danced circles around me I could hardly keep up.”

I blushed at that remark.

Jacob smiled and declared, “That’s my baby. She knows how to work those hips.”

As he hugged me, I glanced over his shoulder seeing Bobby, standing behind David, giving me a sinister smile while licking the tip of the same finger he had in pussy just moments ago.

I was transfixed by him and my pussy started to pulsate. I’m such a horrible wife.

“So, what’s next?” Claire said and continued, “Are we done for the night or are we hitting the next stop?”

Releasing our embrace Jacob asked me if I wanted to go to the next spot or was I ready to call it a night and head back home. I should have told him yes, GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.

Walking over to us came Claire pleading, “Please Erin, one more stop please. Last stop, promise.”

Giving her a grin and looking up at my husband who looked like he was having such as good time tonight I nodded in agreement. Everyone cheered.

The cool night air was welcoming as we headed outside. It was just what the doctor ordered to get that alcohol induced haze feeling off me.

David stepping in front of all of us and asked, “Ok, guys. Where to next?”

As Claire, Jacob and I looked at one another having no clue, Bobby interjected “There’s a place right down the block I use to frequent a few years ago when I worked here in South Beach. Good music and drinks.” We all agreed to that location and started to walk there.

As the guys were walking together talking and laughing, I was chatting with Claire.

“How long have you known Bobby for?” I asked.

She didn’t say anything but just grinned.

“What was that grin for Claire? What are you not telling me?” I whispered.

She walked slower as to give the guys a little more distance before should would answer me. Once she felt the boys were far enough, she explained to me that she, Bobby and David were all high school friends. She went on to explain that even though she had a boyfriend at the time, not David, she and Bobby were fuck buddies from time to time. I was shocked, and Claire could see the expression on my face.

“David does not know, and I would like to keep it that way, ok?”

“Of course, I would never break your confidence, Claire.”

“He had a reputation as a lady’s man back then,” Claire continued, “He fucked about 4 members of my cheer-leading squad and they all commented on how big of a dick he had!

As Claire said that I flashed back to how his dick was wedged in between my ass just moments ago and how good it felt.

Claire with a concerning look asked, “Are you ok sweetie, you looked flushed?”

Nodding my head with a smile I replied, “I’m fine just taking this all in. Please continue.”

She began the story on how it was at a house party that they all attended where alcohol was flowing freely. As she said before her and Bobby were friends and she never thought of him sexually, not until that night.

Claire went on how it was David, Bobby, her, her high school boyfriend Dylan, and some other friends drinking, having a good time when she had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom to freshen up. A few minutes later while in the bathroom Bobby knocked on the door to say he really had to pee badly. She was just fixing her make-up, at the time, so she opened the door for him allowing him to come in and pee. This is when she found out what her friends were talking about.

“His dick is big and beautiful,” she marveled. I giggled.

Bobby could see her staring at his cock from the corner of his eye and when he finished peeing, he turned toward her without putting his dick back in his pants to ask her if she wanted a closer look. She smiled at that remark, turned to walk out the door but he reached out and grabbed her by the hand.

That is exactly what he did to me.

“I swear Erin, I wanted to leave that bathroom, but when he grabbed me it seemed I was under his spell.”

If she only knew I understood good and well the power he has.

Claire proceeded to say that Bobby pulled her close to him as he pinched her nipples and asked her if she ever been with a black guy before in which she replied no.

“But you do want this cock, don’t you?” he inquired.

She could feel the heat emanating from in between her legs as he smiled while he still pulled at both her nipples.

“Erin, he was always nice and respectful to me but at that moment, I don’t know if it was the alcohol, he treated me like a cheap whore and I loved it!”

I wanted to tell her so badly that is how I felt with him just a few minutes ago but was too embarrassed to admit it.

He walked over and made sure the bathroom door was locked and then pushed her down on her knees and placed his dick across her face. As she was going to reach for it, he commanded her not to touch it with her hands but reach for it with her mouth and suck it nice and slow. She did as she was told and tried to take as much of it in her mouth as possible.

“I got about three-quarters of it in my mouth before I started gagging,” Claire confessed.

My pussy began to get wet as she was telling the story and if the street wasn’t noisy with people and music, everyone would have been able to hear it as I walked.

Bobby looking down at her smiled and teased how pretty she was with a mouthful of black cock. Taking his dick out her mouth which was coated full of spit, he slapped the side of her face with it telling her he owns her from now on. Before she could reply he picked her up, grabbed her throat and tongue kissed her hard. After breaking the kiss, he brought her to the mirror showing her how she looked.

“Erin, I looked like a total slut with my mascara running down my cheek and my face covered in spit. No one before or after has fucked me the way Bobby has. He kept telling me I was his slut and he owned every part of me and whenever he wanted to use me, I had to oblige, no questions asked. I just nodded and agreed.”

I am in so much trouble, but I can resist him. I’m in love with my husband. I will put a stop to this.

Claire continued the story.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was Dylan and he wanted to know if she was in the bathroom. Bobby put his hand over her mouth, told her to shut up, get behind the door and get on her knees. Claire thought he just wanted her out of sight, but Bobby wanted more than that. He put his cock to her lips and commanded her to open her fucking mouth. He called her a slut in the process which Claire said made her pussy cream even more.

This story sounds vaguely familiar as I am listening intently.

“I just did what he told me. He completely owned me Erin. I was a bitch in heat and all wanted was to please him,” Claire confessed as she put her head down shamefully.

Walking next to her I nudged her and reasoned, “It’s ok Claire. We can’t help liking what we like sexually. You like being dominated and Bobby provided you with what you needed at the time.”

Raising her head, she gave me a small grin to thank me for understanding.

He started to face-fuck her slowly. Dylan knocked again. Bobby looking down on her put his fingers to his lips to tell her to be quiet with his cock in her mouth as he opened the door slightly.

Dylan apologized and asked him if he saw where Claire went, in which Bobby told him that she left about seven minutes earlier but had no idea where to. As he was explaining this to Dylan, he held the back of her head and forced his cock deeper in her throat holding it there. Claire heard Dylan say thank you as he walked away. Closing the door, Bobby released her head in which she gagged and was gasping for air.

Claire was panting and rubbing her throat as if she was reliving the experience, “To this day I can’t believe I let him do that to me. I really can’t.”

Being so intrigued by the story I inquired, “So, what happened next?”

Just as Claire was going to continue the story, we hear the guys call out to us to hurry up because we reached our destination. We both look up and see the guys by the entrance. Picking up our pace I nudge Claire and say, “We are not finished yet.” Her cheeks turn red and she nods in agreement.

As Bobby, David and Claire entered the bar together Jacob kisses me. Reaching for my hand he then asks, “What were you two gossiping about?”

Smiling up at him I reply, “Just girl talk honey, girl talk.” He nods and escorts me in.

This bar was livelier than the other bar we were at! The crowd was massive with people at the bar as well as the dance floor. Jacob and I noticed Bobby talking to the hostess as he handed her a hundred-dollar bill. We both raised our eyebrows and smiled as he turned to motion us to follow him. The hostess brought us to a large red velvet booth in the corner of the bar. The seating arrangements were Claire, David, Bobby, me and David.

I really didn’t want to sit next to Bobby, but I figured he wouldn’t dare try anything while Jacob was sitting right next to me.

With the music roaring and all of us joking and laughing I forgot about what transpired with Bobby. The waitress came over to ask for our orders and Bobby said, “I would like a bottle of Don Julio Real for the table please.”

The rest of us looked at each other to which David interjected, “Bro, you just ordered a four-hundred-dollar bottle of Tequila!”

Bobby replied, “It’s ok D. I got this. I am the only single person here and you guys were so generous to have me tag along so this is my way of saying thank you.”

In unison we all jokingly said “Awwww!”

Being the only concerned person I turned looking at Jacob who just shrugged his shoulders and then I turned to Bobby, “You have to at least let us a pay a portion of it. I’ll feel horrible having you pay the whole thing.”

He had a sign of gratitude on his face when he replied, “Thank you Erin, but I assure you it is fine. You guys get the next one when we go out.” Just as he finished saying that he put his hand on the top of my inner thigh and squeezed gently which sent an electric bolt up to my pussy. I tensed up as not to moan.

“Are you ok, honey?” Jacob whispered.

“I am fine baby. It was just a cool breeze that caught me off guard.”

I caught Bobby just smiling from the corner of my eye.

This guy is fucking nuts.

Drink after drink after drink came flowing to our table. We haven’t drunk like this in years and the effects of the drinks were apparent. David and Claire were getting frisky with their touching and kissing as well as Jacob and me. He had me feeling his cock under the table as well as him rubbing my pussy.

I was so unbelievably wet and ready to go home and fuck his brains out.

David was so drunk that he went to the dance floor with Claire. The three of us that remained at the table just watched and laughed as he was just flailing his arms wildly and gyrating badly to the music, but he was having so much fun and so was Claire. Just then Jacob slurring his words a little bit let me know he had to go pee. I offered to help him to the bathroom which he declined and told me to keep Bobby company. Looking back over at Bobby he had his eyes closed head nodding to the music.

I felt relieved until….

“Unzip my pants and take my cock out, slut” Bobby commanded.

Looking at him stunned I replied, “Excuse me?”

He opened his eyes, place his hands underneath my skirt and slid his index finger in between the folds of my pussy lips over my panties. If the music wasn’t so loud everyone could have heard me moan in pleasure.

With a chuckle Bobby emphasized while staring at me, “You do WHAT I tell you, WHEN I tell you Erin. You are my fucking, SLUT. Now, take my dick out and stroke it!”

Looking over at David and Claire dancing they waved at us. We both waved back at them as I used my other hand to unzip Bobby’s pants taking his cock out.

“Oh my!” I gasped as I could barely put my hand around it.

Leaning forward on the table and with a sinister laugh he said, “Yes, get a feel of what is going to stretch that white pussy and mouth of yours. You are going to be craving this cock after I’m done with you, slut” as he was telling me this his finger made its way inside of my cunt.

My whole body shivered in ecstasy! His fingers manipulated the inside of me made me tremble.

Slowly pushing his finger further and further inside of me I started fucking his finger back harder because it felt so good. Putting my head down on the table, after releasing his cock, my orgasm took over and I let out a low tone moan and just then…

“Hey guys I am back. Erin are you ok?” Jacob asks concerned. Sitting back up quickly I try to move Bobby’s finger from my pussy, but he was too strong and held it inside of me.

“I’m ok baby. Maybe too much to drink, I guess.”

“Yes, I told her to lay her head down for a bit as to not get sick,” Bobby said.

“Thanks man. I think we have had enough for tonight. I think it’s time to head on home,” Jacob responded as he held my hand.

David and Claire strolled back to the booth overhearing Jacob.

“One more shot everyone then we go home ok?” David announced.

“Yes, agreed. You in Jacob?” Bobby asked enthusiastically.

Jacob looked at everyone and agreed. Just as everyone cheered loudly Bobby pumped his finger, that was still in my pussy, a few more times. I let out a moan you couldn’t hear unless you were listening for it. Turning to Bobby I gave him and exasperated look as he just gave me that mischievous smile.

As the waitress approached to take our final order, Bobby requested Mexican Flag shots for everyone. David widened his eyes at Bobby, “You’re going for the gusto tonight, bro.”

Bobby laughed, “Go big or go home.”

Still squirming in my seat, it took all my strength to stay calm as Bobby was still fingering my cunt. I was so close to the edge of an orgasm just as he put a second finger in me. I totally lost it! To mask my explosion, I pulled Jacob in by the lapels of his jacket and tongue kissed him hard while moaning in his mouth.

“Holy shit that is hot!” Claire exclaimed.

David shouted, “Well, damn!”

Releasing him from the kiss Jacob could see the wanton in my eyes.

“Get up and take me to the bathroom now!” I ordered.

Without hesitation Jacob pulled me up, which plopped Bobby’s fingers right out from my pussy which made me bite my lower lip in pleasure and led me toward the bathroom. It was a good thing the bar was dark because pussy juice was running down my leg. I told Jacob to take me into the women’s bathroom because it would be cleaner in there. As we entered, there were a few women who just looked at us given coy smiles. Grabbing Jacob’s hand, I led him into and threw him up against the bathroom stall.

“My, what has gotten into you baby?!” Jacob wondered.

I couldn’t let him know it was Bobby’s fingers that gotten into me the last few minutes, could I?

Unbuckling his belt, fishing out his cock then getting on my knees I panted, “This is what I need to be in me!”

Spitting on then wrapping my warm wet mouth around half of his dick made him bawl, “Oh fuck baby! That’s it right there. Take that diiickkk!”

Savoring every inch of his 6-inch cock I took more and more of it until he reached the back of my throat which made him let out a guttural moan. This was the first time I have deep throated him in years! With his dick in my throat we made eye contact and he looked at me like a whore.

I loved it.

He grabbed both sides of my face and slowly started pumping in and out of my mouth with his dick finding my throat. Groaning on his cock, we never took our eyes off each other. After a few strokes he picked me up with one swift move turned me around and reached under my dress to push my panties to the side.

“This pussy is mine,” Jacob whispered in my ear.

“Yes, baby this pussy is ALL yours.”

“Get on top of the toilet so I can taste you.”

As I bent over, he shoved his tongue inside my sopping wet cunt which made me squeal with delight. Grinding down on his face as his tongue attacked my clit, Jacob slapped and spread my ass apart which made me scream out his name.

“Is this pussy ready to get fucked!” he groaned.

“Please, I’ve been waiting for this dick all night baby. Please give to me!”

Stepping down from the toilet he bent me over and lined his purple head right to the entrance of my screaming pussy and pushed… “OH. MY FUCKING GAWDDDDDDDDDD!” I bawled. At this point, we didn’t give a fuck who overheard our carnal desires.

I’ve been suppressing orgasms all night long and this one needed to be let out.

Fucking me fast and hard, the nectar from my pussy was flooding the bathroom stall as all you could hear was the ‘swishing’ sounds as Jacob hammered into me.

Looking back at him I yelled, “FUCK ME BABY. FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!”

Jacob did not need to be told twice, while grabbing a fist full of my hair and continued pounding me from behind, roared, “I’m going to fucking fill you up with my leche!”

“Fill me up baby! Fill this pussy up!”

“Here it CUUUMMMMMMS!”

“AWWWWWWWW!” we screamed in unison as both our orgasms released.

With us both leaning forward, me against the bathroom wall and Jacob on my back, we were both spent. Spinning me around Jacob looked me dead in the eye and told me he loved me then kissed me affectionately. As our tongues were swirling around with each other I started to feel flooded with guilt and shame for what I’ve let happen with Bobby which made me start to cry.

“Hey now, what’s wrong baby?” Jacob asked lovingly.

“Nothing honey, I just love you so much that’s all,” I sobbed.

He gave me something I always love to receive from him…besides a good fuck… a big bear hug. His hugs always made me feel loved and safe.

With that I felt something else… Jacob’s cum dripping out of my pussy.

“Baby, can you please pass me some toilet paper?” I ask.

Jacob looking down between my legs saw his seed dripping out of me and falling to the floor.

“Holy shit, I wasn’t playing when I said I was going to fill you up!” Jacob joked. We both laughed as I was collecting and wiping his cum off of me.

“You had a lot backed up in there. I didn’t think you were going to stop with as much cum flooded into me,” I teased.

Pulling up his pants he smiled broadly and explained, “This how we use to be before the kids.”

Lifting my hand to caress his face I knew he was right. We have not put the time for ourselves, especially in regards to sex, as we did before Roman and Alicia were born.

As we got ourselves cleaned up, as best we could, we opened the bathroom stall door to a thunderous clap from a group of women listening to our entire fuck session. We both blushed as we heard them yell, WOOHOO and YOU GO GIRL, as we walked out of the restroom.

Heading back to our table we saw Claire, David, and Bobby grinning from ear to ear looking at us.

“I was just about to come and check on you two,” Claire joked. Jacob and I sat back down to our seats with me back next to Bobby who gave me a naughty look.

“Are you ok buddy? You look a little lightheaded? Remember, you ain’t no spring chicken!” David teased Jacob.

Chuckling at that comment Jacob replied, “I think I’ll be ok. Where are the drinks?”

Bobby let him and I know that he told the waitress to hold that order until we returned, but as he saw us approaching, he motioned for her to get the drinks.

If you don’t know what Mexican Flag Shooter is, please Google it. They are beautiful. It’s a mixture of grenadine, white tequila, and creme de menthe topped off with a flame. It looks like the Mexican Flag in a shot glass.

The agreement of one drink before we left quickly turned to five as we continued to joke and laugh with one another.

I kept a safe distance from Bobby as to not have him try anything else with me.

As we finished our final drinks, we were all pretty much sloshed. Coming out of the bar Bobby had to hold on to Jacob because he was extremely wobbly. I love my husband but he cannot hold his liquor at all, for the love of God I don’t know why he drank so much.

Chalk that up to peer pressure, I guess.

As we all reached outside David let us know he was going to hail us a cab to take us all home. He got us a mini-van cab and we all got in. Bobby sat in the back, Jacob and I sat in the middle, David and Claire sat in the front row as they would be dropped off first. As we were driving to David and Claire’s house, Jacob was laying his head on my lap knocked out. Everyone was laughing on how he was such a lightweight with alcohol but I defended my baby saying he just wanted to fit in.

“At least he gave you the high-hard one before he passed out,” Claire joked while giving me a high-five.

Shaking my head and grinning I replied, “Oh, yes he did!” Claire gave me another high-five.

Reaching their home, we all got out, except for Jacob as he was stilled passed out. I hugged David and Claire to wish them a goodnight. They both stated we have to all go out again sooner than later in which I agreed.

David turned to Bobby and asked, “You want to stay the night bro? We have more than enough room if you want.”

“Nah, I’m good D. The place where I’m at is not that far from Jacob and Erin but I’ll take you up on that offer in a few days because I have an early meeting near your area.”

They both gave each other a hug then he kissed Claire on the cheek and hugged her as well.

As I was trying to wake Jacob up, to no avail, to put him in the front row of the van, Bobby came behind me and asked, “You need any help?”

Thanking him, he helped lay Jacob across the first row telling me that it would be best to have him lay down just in case he vomited, it wouldn’t ruin my dress. Bobby told the driver the address and stepped on in the cab to his previous seat in the back row. As I got in and closed the door my intention was to sit in the second row when Bobby reached for my hand.

Looking up at him he asked, “Where do you think you’re going?”

Startled I replied, “I’m going to sit here.”

“Uh, uh. Get you slut ass back with me now!” he snickered.

He pulled me to the back with him and to my astonishment he had his half-hard dick out.

The cab driver looked up in the rear-view mirror asking if we were ready to which Bobby told him we were and if he could play some music.

Just as the cab drove off Bobby put his tongue in my mouth, pushed open my legs, ripped my panties off and started rubbing my pussy.

My body betrayed me! Instantly I was wet!

Taking his tongue out my mouth he commented while still rubbing my pussy on how he loved my slut performance in the bar with Jacob but he knows I only did that so we wouldn’t have got caught with his fingers in my pussy. He told me that I was a good slut. Panting uncontrollably while he was violating my body, I just stared in his eyes not responding.

“Tell me that you want to suck my cock right now,” Bobby ordered.

Shaking my head, I replied, “Bobby please. We can’t do this. My husband is right there. I’m a faithful wife.”

Bobby then started to finger fuck me like he did in the bar with two of his fingers. He put his other hand over my mouth to muffle my screams of pleasure so not to alert the driver of anything or awaken Jacob.

“Good wife, huh? A good wife wouldn’t be getting finger fucked in the back of a cab with her husband 3-feet away. A good wife wouldn’t be grinding on another man’s cock in a bar,” Bobby whispered in my ear as he was furiously driving his fingers in and out of me.

I must have orgasmed 2 or 3 times. I was in a state of ecstasy!

“And,” Jacob continued, “a good wife wouldn’t be sucking on another man’s cock.” Right after he said that he pushed my head down on his lap and I readily opened my mouth for his cock to enter it.

I was a cock hungry slut at that moment. Slurping, gagging and moaning on his cock while he was slow finger fucking me, Bobby started telling me how my mouth was made for his cock, that my body was to be used by him however he wants.

Bobby grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me up off his cock which made me gasp as a trail of spit was falling off my lower lip.

“Do you agree to my terms, slut?” he hissed.

People often use the term tormented, but now I fully understand it. I really didn’t want or expect to do this but Bobby abusing me like this turned me on so much I just gave into him.

Looking at him in the eyes, catching my breath I smiled, “Yes sir, Mr. Johnson. I agree to your terms.”

Nodding in approval he pushed my head back down on his steel cock and said in a low growl, “Breathe in this cock, slut.”

My whole body was aching with pleasure as I slowly descended taking in three quarters of his 9-inch dick before I reached my gag reflex.

I’ve totally dishonored my marriage but Bobby has unleashed something I never knew was in me, a slut!

Bobby just held my head in place and commanded, “Just relax your throat and take it in, you can do it.”

Taking a deep breath with his cock still in my mouth, I moaned yes when he asked me if I was ready in which and he proceeded to push my gag reflex beyond its limits.

Reaching the base of his cock he held my head in place sneered, “Ohhhh yeahhhh. Good girl. Take that cock.” He pushed his hips up a little to push his dick further in my throat which made me almost vomit.

“Don’t you dare vomit. Sluts breath cock. Just hold it in,” he scolded. I concentrated hard as not to vomit but was also was suffocating on this massive phallus in my throat.

Just as I was about to completely pass out Bobby pulled my head of his dick which caused me to make a retching sound that caused the cab driver to ask, “Is everything ok back there? Do you need me to pull over?”

Struggling to catch my breath and spit tattered all over my face, Bobby with a fistful of my hair pulled me to him, commanded me to answer the driver.

“Ummm… it’s… ok…. sir,” panting I continued, “I’m…fine.”

Looking over at Bobby, he just nodded in approval.

“You never looked more beautiful than you do right now, slut,” Bobby commented as he smeared the saliva all over my face.

I gave him a big smile and replied, “Thank you sir.”

Just then Jacob muttered my name. I fixed my dress and quickly got up from the back seat to move closer to him. He was getting a little restless but I just caressed his head to let him know I was there and we would be home soon which calmed him. Jacob turned over to me with a drunken smile mumbled, “I love you baby.” Smiling down at him I told him I loved him too.

How can I do this to Jacob? He has done nothing but love me. What have I done?

“Lift up your dress, bend over and keep talking to your husband, slut,” Bobby ordered from behind me.

Looking back at I pleaded with him not to make me do that but he gave me a stare and snapped, “Honor our fucking agreement, slut.”

Feeling defeated I lifted my dress slowly, I turned back to Jacob who was still looking up at me in a drunken haze.

In the back of my mind I am thanking the heavens above that it’s way too dark mixed and the fact that Jacob is drunk out his mind to see my face right now. I must look like a cheap whore.

With his big hands, Bobby started kneading my ass brushing his thumbs against by pussy and clit ever so often. Trying hard to concentrate as not to moan too loud while speaking with Jacob I focused on my breathing, like in Pilates class. Jacob continued his drunken rambling on about how he loved everyone, how much he respects the cashier from Publix who double bags the groceries for us and how he hates the fact that the next Avengers movie is a year away.

As he talked, I would add in the occasional ‘Yes, honey’ or ‘Mhmm” because Bobby bottomed out his middle and ring finger in my pussy with his thumb popping in and out of my asshole.

Closing my eyes, my breathing started becoming ragged and shallow as Bobby’s fingers were sending shivers through my whole body when I unexpectedly let out a small cry, “Aaaaahhhhhh.”

I opened my eyes quickly thinking Jacob might have caught me. Looking down at him, he didn’t even notice as he continued his babble.

Oh my gosh I dodged a bullet!

Turning to meet Bobby’s eyes, he held his two fingers up that was covered in my cunt juice and commanded me to suck it off. Readily opening my mouth, I sucked his fingers nice and slow as if it was his cock. I was lost in lust tasting myself off his fingers while staring at him just as the driver announced, “Ok lady and gentleman we have reached our destination. I hope you enjoyed your ride.”

Oh, you have no idea how much I enjoyed it.

Getting out the cab first, followed by Bobby we tried standing Jacob up but it proved quite difficult. The cab driver came out and offered to help. Just as he reached the passenger door he took notice off my makeup and lipstick smeared all over my face and Bobby’s pants was unzipped. His face was priceless as he reddened. Bobby didn’t seem to care as he nodded and grinned at the driver.

Meanwhile, I was totally embarrassed as I quickly looked in my purse searching for my keys walking to my front door. They both finally got Jacob to his feet in which Bobby told the driver he had it from here then gave him a tip for his assistance. The driver thanked him and wished us a goodnight.

Helping Jacob to the front door I hear Bobby tell him, “Come on buddy, I got you.”

Jacob gave him a goofy smile and babbled, “Thanks BUDDDDY – I LUV YOUUU.”

Laughing and shaking his head Bobby was walking him along until Jacob looked up and saw me at the doorway.

Jacob, with a sudden burst of energy walked toward me, started to serenade me loudly and terribly Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers:

But she said, where’d you wanna go?

How much you wanna risk?

I’m not looking for somebody

With some superhuman gifts

Some superhero

Some fairytale bliss

Just something I can turn to

Somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo

If I was embarrassed before I was totally mortified as Jacob was doing this at three in the morning! I kept telling him to quiet down before he woke up the neighborhood but he was too drunk to care when all of a sudden, he said he was getting lightheaded. Bobby grabbed him and brought him inside.

We finally got him upstairs and into bed. Looking down at him then up at me, Bobby praised, “You guys have a great thing going. I can see there is true love here.”

As I nodded and thanked him he walked over to me, grabbed my hand pulling me just outside the bedroom door, pushing me against the wall.

“Too bad I am going to slut his wife out for my pleasure!” he sneered then put his tongue in my mouth.

He unzipped me, letting my dress fall to the floor as I just stood in front of him with just my bra and heels. Tracing his fingers alongside my body, my nipples started getting extremely hard which did not go unnoticed by him.

“We are going to have a lot of fun together, slut. I’m going to enjoy using you. Do you want to be used, slut?”

I just nodded my head without saying a word.

“Good, now lie down on the floor. Since we met I’ve been waiting to put my dick inside of you,” Bobby said as he took his clothes off releasing his 9-inch cock.

Getting on the floor above me he lifted both of my legs over his shoulders, patted his dick on my pussy.

There was no need for lubrication because my pussy was drenched with excitement.

He lined up for entrance and pushed slowly in me which we both quietly moaned. Fucking me with half-speed so I could get adjusted to the length and girth we were tongue kissing ferociously.

I loved how his cock stretched me. It was big, fat but and hurt so good!

“Your pussy is so tight. I love how it sucks my cock in.”

“Yes sir, stretch me and fill me up with that dick!”

Panting and moaning together we kept looking inside the bedroom to see if Jacob was going to wake up.

Bobby started picking up the pace as he gave me more and more of his dick. I’ve never felt so full in my life. Squeezing his ass, I pulled him further into me to which he finally bottomed out inside of me. I let out an inaudible scream because it felt INCREDIBLE. With us tongue kissing as to muffle the sounds as he started slamming that 9-inch rod in and out of me the sound of smacking reverberated the halls of my house.

Slowing his stroke, I turned my head looking at the bed where Jacob was sleeping. The feelings of sadness, disappointment and frustration started to seep into my mind. I looked back up at Bobby who seemed to know what I was thinking. With a devilish grin he bottomed out in me again which made me moan in pleasure.

“Look at your husband while I’m fucking you and repeat after me,” he ordered.

I did as he commanded.

“Tell him you’re sorry for being a slut.”

Tears started to well up in my eyes. “I am sorry for being a slut, honey.”

Bobby continued fucking me with slow and long strokes.

“Tell him you love him but have given yourself to me to be used as I see fit.”

“I love you Jacob, but I have given myself to Bobby to be used as he sees fit.”

“Tell him you have no choice because I’ve unleashed something in you that you can’t control.”

“I have no choice because Bobby has unleashed something in me that I can’t control.”

“Now, tell him you want me to cum inside you.”

“I want Bobby to cum inside me, baby,” I cried.

With that Bobby pushed all the way into me as if trying to puncture my cervix and unleashed a massive amount of cum in me. We both moaned into each other mouths and I started trembling uncontrollably with such an intense orgasm. Rolling off of me Bobby put a finger in my pussy to scoop out some cum and fed it to me.

“You’re such a good slut, Erin,” he whispered. I was just writhing on the floor in ecstatic joy!

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Morning came and as I was in the bathroom just staring at myself going over the previous night events. I kept thinking how and why did I let this happen? I’m not unhappy with Jacob, in fact, I love him with all my heart. But, Bobby makes me feel so ALIVE. I can’t let this continue. I have to put a stop to this! Just then I could hear footsteps stumbling in.

Jacob, holding his head moaned, “Hi honey. My head is pounding. Remind me to never drink that much again.”

Looking up at him through the mirror I smiled, “Poor baby, the aspirin and water are right here.”

He gave me a kiss on the cheek and thanked me.

“I don’t even remember coming home. Did you bring me upstairs?” I explained to him what transpired after we left the bar.

I excluded the sex stuff, of course.

Jacob just shook his head in embarrassment. “Did I really do that?” he asked.

Laughing and nodding at him, Jacob just put his hand over his face.

“I got to give him a call to apologize for my behavior,” Jacob said.

“Trust me, he was fine with it honey. He brought you to bed, thanked us for a great night and then he left,” I replied rubbing his hand.

“He’s a good dude. We have to hang out before he leaves,” he said as he walked out the bathroom.

Oh yes, I thought myself as my pussy started getting wet.

I’m such a slut. Bobby Johnson’s slut.

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