Compromised

Fbailey story number 240


Compromised


I was caught coming out of a room at a cheap motel on my lunch hour.

Oh fuck!

It was my husband’s best friend Jeff and he was coming out the room next to mine. We both stood there staring silently at one another. A moment later my companion emerged to find me standing there. I was supposed to be gone by the time he came out. Then he noticed my husband’s friend standing there too. At that very moment his companion emerged from her room to find us all standing around.

My companion looked at the other woman and said, “What are you doing here?”

She smiled at me and said, “Apparently the same thing that you are doing here.”

Then my companion introduced me to his wife.

Oh fuck!

I excused myself so that I could get back to work on time. My husband’s friend Jeff offered to give me a ride. My companion was not about to take me back to work so I accepted his offer. On the way Jeff told me that he wouldn’t tell my husband if I didn’t tell his wife. Deal! Then Jeff suggested that maybe we should get a motel room together some lunch hour. I got really nervous at that. I had only created on my husband once in all the years that we were married and I got caught that very first time.

I said, “No Jeff, I’m sorry but that was my one and only time to cheat on my husband and I won’t do it again…ever.”

Jeff smiled at me and said, “That’s funny because your husband cheats on you all the time.”

Shocked I asked, “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Jeff replied, “Not at all. Three or four times a year your husband and I pick up a couple of girls and spend the night with them. He says that it helps keep his fantasies alive. Besides he always says that he never wants to get so old that a good-looking chick won’t let him fuck her. The younger the better too. We picked up two high school girls the last time we were out and fucked them both twice. Don’t worry they were eighteen or at least they said that they were eighteen.”

When Jeff pulled up in front of my building I got out and rushed inside. He took off but he called me an hour later to see if I would like to go to a motel with him the following day. I made up an excuse and he let it go reminding me that I owed him one. I couldn’t figure out how I owed him the right to fuck me when he was doing the exact same thing to his wife that I had been doing to my husband…cheating. I knew that I had been compromised and I knew that it was just a matter of time before I would have to give in to his requests.

Jeff called me every morning at work asking me to go to a motel with him for a nooner. I kept putting him off. Then one day my husband told me that he was going out with Jeff that weekend. The next morning when Jeff called me I told him that I wanted to be in on the action that weekend to see it for myself. He made me a counter offer, if I went to the motel with him that noon he would help me spy on my husband that weekend. I just knew that sooner or later I would have to give in to his request, so I said yes.

Jeff picked me up at a side exit so no one would see me getting into his car. He drove directly to the no-tell-motel. He had already rented a room in the rear away from the street and right on the ground level so that all I had to do was walk about fifteen feet and right into his room. My heart was racing the whole time. Once we were inside he asked me to undress but I told him to go first, so we compromised and undressed at the same time. Since I had more items to take off and I was more concerned about neatly laying them on the spare bed, he was naked first. So he stroked his cock and watched me as I removed my bra and my panties.

Jeff’s wife Rachael was two years younger than I was but I had a much better figure. Rachael was very weight conscious and constantly on a vegetarian diet. I knew that she wore a 34-A bra while I wore a 36-D. I also knew that Jeff was a tit man and that I would try to get him to tit-fuck me so that he wouldn’t put his cock inside me.

After all, my companion a week or so before that had actually been the very first time that I had ever cheated on my husband. He was also a long time friend of mine, going through some hard times with his cheating wife, and besides that we had both wanted it to happen. Getting caught the first time out was not something that I had even considered.

I was not a virgin when I got married. In fact I had let fourteen boys and men fuck me before I met my husband. However he was a very special guy and he took very good care of me in bed too. That was why I had been so faithful to my husband all those years. Then lately while my ‘companion’ was complaining about his wife cheating on him all the time I started noticing similar things about my husband. As my suspicions grew my desire to have an affair also grew. Even though we got caught, I’m not sorry that it happened. He was so excited to fuck me that he was like a high school boy his first time out. I had a few virgin boys back in my day and were they ever exciting to be with. He was the same way. That noon time fuck was the most exciting thing to happen to me in bed in a few years. I had three orgasms that made my toes curl.

I don’t feel the same way about Jeff and I really like his wife. I would hate to be the one to come between them. Well that isn’t actually correct either because I have often dreamed about being between them in a threesome. His wife Rachael is my idea of an ideal woman. We had gone shopping together and used the same changing room. We have even shaved the other’s pubic hair to make ourselves presentable for our husbands. I had an orgasm once while she was pulling on my cunt lips to shave them better. I’m not sure if she noticed it or not. It was embarrassing for me at the time. Rachael is the only woman that I have ever wanted to be with. Oh, I had tried experimenting when I was in high school but it just wasn’t for me. I liked boys way too much to fool around with girls. However I have often dreamed about making love to Rachael. Perhaps I could talk Jeff into setting it up for me.

Well back to our noon hour in the motel room…I managed to talk him into tit-fucking me but his cock just wouldn’t produce enough pre cum to coat my cleavage sufficiently. Before I could even suggest that I suck on it he backed up, lifted my legs, and shoved his cock into me. The shock of what he had done, the forcefulness of his action, and the feel of his wonderful cock in my cunt was more than I could stand. I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs around his waist. He got the message and started fucking me with enthusiasm. Jeff was far better at satisfying me than my companion had been. If I were to be truthful with myself Jeff might just be better at sex than my own husband is. I could not control my reaction to his fucking me and came almost instantly. It was wonderful and it didn’t stop either. I had not experienced a multiple orgasm in quite some time. I realized right then that cheating on my husband could become fun, after all he was doing the same thing. Perhaps I should discuss having an open marriage with him.