It's Not Cheating (4 page)

Derek said, "Go without panties."

I coughed. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because he removed my skirt yesterday. I was in my
panties."

"Holy son of a fuck what? You didn't tell me
that."

I blushed. "You didn't ask."

He slapped his forehead. "What else did he do?"

I turned. "See that mark?" I was pointing at my
boob.

He grunted.

"Bite and suck."

He shifted back and forth on his feet. "You sure you
need to go to work? You just made me horny again."

I laughed. "You're always horny."

He chuckled that pervert-laugh.

"Anyway, I can't go without panties."

"Yeah, I guess not. He'd have a heart attack."

I made a face. "Try to be serious."

He made a face back. "When I am, you tell me to be
serious."

I turned back to the selections. "Slacks, maybe."

"As long as he takes them off."

I laughed. "Stop it."

"Hey."

I put a fist on hip and looked at him. "I'm not going
without panties."

"No, no. What about your bodysuit?"

"What?"

"That lingerie I bought you. Nice and silky. Acts as a
bra and panties." He dug it out of the drawer and held it up.

"It's awful skimpy."

He coughed. "Like, uh, you were in your panties?"

"Oh… yeah. Hmm." I took it from him. It was very
smooth and silky, black with lace edges. "Yes, maybe this might be a lot
more comfortable."

He smiled. "See? I can help."

I pecked his cheek. "Thank you."

I chose a shorter skirt that was a little tighter. The other
one had been comfortable but had twisted up.

Derek kissed me extra-long before I left. He left me
weak-kneed and wanting more.

I fumed.
Darn you. Now I have to wait half the day to get
more from Ben.

~ ~ ~

I was in Ben's bedroom, striping off my slacks.

He grinned. "Save some time, huh?"

I grimaced. "Lunch hour is too short."

"You make it go by fast."

Aw, that's sweet. I removed my blouse.

He smiled even wider. "Wow, sexy."

I blushed. "I thought it would be more
comfortable."

"Goes perfect with your hair."

I looked down, trying to hide my embarrassment.

He removed his shirt and slacks. His briefs were already
bulging.

I licked my lips, preparing for some heavy kissing and
petting.

He climbed over me, one hand running all over my silky
bodysuit.

I spread my legs out for him.

"Gorgeous," he whispered.

That made me feel special. "You like it?"

"It's perfect." He settled slowly down on me,
placing his bulge against my pussy.

I closed my eyes and sighed.

His mouth came down on mine, that now familiar manliness
that so tortured me with fun.
I could kiss him for weeks. Months.

His motions against my crotch had me panting in his mouth.

I reached down and pulled on his butt. I squeezed. Then I
slid my hands under the band to get a proper feel of his very fine butt.

He groaned and kissed deeper.

You like that, do you?
I reached further underneath
and fully cupped his butt. I pulled hard. It felt so delicious in the bodysuit.
The material was so thin it was almost like I was wearing nothing. I could feel
his hard cock.

He tilted his hips and I pulled. His bulge pressed against
the material covering my pussy.

I reached further down his briefs to get a better grip on
his butt. I felt something hot against my pussy.

He froze. "Oops." He was leaning up.

I gasped.

His cock was sticking straight up and out of his briefs. I
had pushed them too far down in back and they had barely contained his bulge
anyway.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

He chuckled. "That's okay." He was trying to stuff
his throbbing erection back into them.

I glanced at the clock. "Maybe just take them off. It
doesn't look like you're going to get it back in."

He grunted. "Probably not. Sorry."

"Not your fault." I was beckoning with my hands.

He slid them all the way off and Ben Branton stood there
naked in front of me. He was beautiful. His cock was stunning. He climbed back
over me and at first I tried to close my legs.
Dummy, you're wearing the
bodysuit. There's no penetration,
I told myself firmly. I opened my legs
wide.

He settled back down onto me, a feverish look on his face.

I sighed contentedly. I could really feel his cock now. His
erection was hot and hard against my pussy. I could feel the heat of it
directly on my pussy lips. It was heavenly. I found myself moving my hips,
rubbing my pussy on it.

He kissed me. His hips thrust with mine, sliding his shaft
back and forth along my opening and clit. The only obstacle was the thin
material of the bodysuit.

I began panting.

He moved down a little and lowered the top of the suit. His
tongue lashed my breasts and I arched my back, my hips grinding even more
energetically. My clit rubbed hard on his shaft and it felt so good. I was
moaning.

He shifted around a little and I felt him grab my legs. He
put them up onto his shoulders and gently squeezed my thighs shut around his
cock. Then he began sliding it back and forth.

Lights flashed and the room spun. My pussy felt it all. I
started groaning loudly, my body quivering as his cock slid back and forth. My
hips began bucking, shoving my pussy along his cock. I felt it all. I felt the
head, the shaft and his balls along my opening, rubbing and moving.

He kissed me frantically and I moaned in the kiss so loud I
thought his neighbors might hear. My pussy was on fire.

Suddenly, he leaned up. His eyes were wide.

Spurts of scalding wetness spattered my chin and then down
my body. I opened my mouth in shock and looked down. His cock was erupting like
some angry volcano. "Oh my god."

He was panting. "Sorry." He was trying to get my
legs off his shoulders so he could pull his spurting cock from between my legs.
He grunted, squeezing his eyes shut. Another burst shot forth, right at my
face.

I squealed and turned my head.

Scalding sperm scorched my cheek and landed in my hair.

He was trying to say he was sorry. "I'll get a rag. I'm
sorry."

I held out my hands, looking down at the mess on my
bodysuit. Cum dripped off my chin in a tickle of movement. "Agh."

He was back with a wet rag. "I'm so sorry."

I started laughing.

He was pawing at me, trying to get his cum off.

I grabbed the rag and wiped my face. "Um, oops?"

He laughed nervously. "Sorry."

I giggled harder. "It's all right."

"Really, I'm sorry."

"It's all right." As the shock receded I began to
feel something different. I felt energized with satisfaction. I had made a man
cum just by moving a little. It was a new feeling, something similar to what I
felt when I married the love of my life. It was the satisfaction of success,
but on a different level.

Whereas I had won my husband and claimed him, I had now won
an intimacy with a friend and claimed it. What had happened was something we
shared.

I handed back the rag.

He came back out of the bathroom after depositing it in the
hamper. "Um… do you want to go?"

"What?" I looked at the clock. "We've got
another fifteen minutes. Get over here." I held out my hands.

He broke into a very relieved grin and climbed on the bed.
He laid at my side and we kissed. His hand drifted down to my breasts and toyed
with them: I had not adjusted the bodysuit to cover them back up.

I moaned happily, kissing this delicious man that had cum
all over me. It had been an accident and no penetration had been involved. But
it sure had been fun. My hand felt his cock brush against it.

I reflexively twisted my hand and gripped it.

His eyes opened wide, then he smiled.

I instantly realized I had gripped it. "Oh,
sorry." I let go.

"No, that's okay. I liked it."

"Oh. Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I moved my hand back and gently took it. It was warm and
soft – having already cum. But it remained thick and long. I gave it some
gentle strokes with my hand, savoring the feel of his silky skin.

He chuckled into my ear and stuck his tongue in.

Shivers ran up my spine. Then I felt his hand leave my
breasts. I pouted; it had felt good. But I began breathing heavy as his hand
slid down my bodysuit and I felt his fingers slide over my clit. I opened my
mouth in a gasp. His fingers pressed lightly at my crotch, his fingers pushing
the material against my hole.

I shook, feeling the wonderful sensation of pressure
promising even more fun at my pussy. I widened my legs and thrust my hips up.
My hand moved more on his cock.

He whispered to me, "May I do something for you?"

I was panting. "What?"

"May I lick you and make you finish?"

My mind raced.
Was that cheating? No. If it wasn't
cheating that I made him finish, even if by accident, then making me finish
wouldn't be cheating, either.
I groaned with desire. "Okay, but no
penetration."

He moved down immediately.

I felt the need for speed, too. Time was running out.

He pulled the material of my bodysuit aside and I felt his
mouth cover my pussy.

I moaned desperately as I felt his tongue began to lick. My
clit vibrated with urgency, sending all the right signals through my body. I
quivered, tensing.

He stopped. "Do fingers count as penetration?"

That was a dilemma. I tried to breathe deeply to think about
it. Technically, it was penetration, but it wasn't intercourse penetration. As
long as his penis didn't penetrate, I would still be in the clear. I felt it
was right. All the movies had shown that it was the actual sex – fucking – that
was cheating. Anything else was fine. "No, go ahead. Hurry."

I moaned loud and long as I felt his fingers slide into my
pussy. His tongue flicked and licked. I bucked my hips, crying out with pitiful
whimpers as my sexual tension tightened dramatically within me. I felt as if I
was a guitar string pulled over-taut. Just a single thrum was all it needed.

He shoved more fingers in and the bed lurched as I
convulsed. Walls of pleasure collided within me, rocking me back and forth with
shock and release. I gripped his head and pulled. My legs turned to jelly and
quivered out of control. I cried out, on the verge of tears as the walls
crashed and tumbled.

One tear escaped, and slid down my face in a wet trail. I
panted, mouth wide open, my chest heaving with my gasps. The explosions within
me were replaced by thrumming vibrations that sent satisfying pulses tingling
along my limbs. I went limp and took in air.

"Are you all right?" He sounded concerned.

I let out a laugh I couldn't control - just a single burst.
Then another. Then I was laughing, shaking the bed. "Yes…"

He climbed up next to me. He rested on his side and traced
my face with a finger.

I felt the smile splitting my face. "Wow, thank
you."

He chuckled. "Thought I had hurt you."

"No. No, that was great."

He glanced at the clock.

I pouted.

I held onto the bars of the bedframe behind my head as my
husband drove his cock into me. I had told him about lunch hour. He had become
a raving lust-machine.

He was all over me, licking, fingering, asking questions.
When I told him about the mutual orgasms, he had lost all control.

Derek was panting, half grunting, half mumbling gibberish.
"Oh, fuck yes. Licked. Cum all over the place. Fuck!"

The entire bed was moving back and forth. My pussy took his
thick shaft with delight, and I gasped and tossed my head with pleasure.
"More, give me more."

He strained above me, looking down at me in wonder. His cock
was a sliding piston of love and lust and it was sharing all of it with my
pussy. It felt so completely right.

~ ~ ~

I drove to work without the bodysuit. It needed to be
washed. Instead, I wore a skirt and panties. I continued to leave the bra off,
though I only wore a blouse this time. It was a warm day.

Flush with satisfaction from the previous day, I looked
forward to getting the most out of our thirty-five minutes or so.

Would Ben even want to? Or had yesterday been the final
straw for him? Would he reject me now? He was done, having shot his load? Move
on to another woman?

My husband had made me feel a lot better. He had readily
agreed that fingering and licking was not cheating. I had felt that it wasn't
cheating, but I felt better when he confirmed it.

My fears were washed away when I entered the office.

Ben winked at me with a sly smile.

That told me all I needed to know. I went through the
morning humming to myself and listening to Hotty-Totty Tina's plaintive
pleadings to Evelyn not to write her up.

I shook my head at Ben at the water cooler. "She's just
making it worse."

Ben nodded. "Evelyn digs on that, like a vampire after
virgin blood."

We could hear her cruel voice promising with glee the marks
on Tina's record.

He glanced at the clock. "Were you still
wanting…?"

I coughed and dropped my mouth open. "Are you kidding?
Yes." I dropped my gaze down to his pants and then slowly back up.

He ran a hand through his hair and looked desperately at the
clock.

I giggled.

He said, "Twenty-five minutes to lunch. I'm going to
crawl out of my skin."

I said, "I suppose I could jump you in the file
room."

He pouted.

I laughed harder.

He shook his head. "Everyone would know."

"But it's not like we're actually doing it."

"Still…"

I leaned close and whispered, "I can't wait to get my
hands on your cock."

His eyes went large.

I continued, "And maybe my mouth."

His hand scratched his hair back from his forehead. He began
pacing.

I laughed.

~ ~ ~

I followed him into the condo. We were already shedding
clothes as soon as the door shut.

I dropped my shoes and blouse in the living room. He dropped
his pants. My skirt and his shirt landed in the hall. In the bedroom, my
panties joined his briefs on the floor.

We stood there for a second, looking into each other's eyes.

I said with a shaking voice, "No penetra—"

He was nodding. "I know, Elizabeth." He moved
forward to me and wrapped me in a hug.

I melted into his arms and clutched him. I felt his cock
nestling against my clit. I moved my hips a little, swinging them, moving my
clit across his shaft.

He hardened very fast.

I kissed him as his cock hardened and began rising between
my legs. I parted my legs to let his erection rise up between them when I felt
the topside of his shaft bob up against my pussy, I closed my legs, trapping it
there.

He kissed me deeper.

I moved my hips, dragging my pussy back and forth over his
hard cock. I rode him like a witch rides her broomstick. My pussy slid wetly on
his shaft.

He moved me back to the bed and gently lowered me down.

I scooted back, breaking the kiss. I spread my legs out wide
and beckoned him. "Lay on me."

He did, settling down so his cock rested on my clit and
lower abdomen. He kissed me and moved his hips, sliding his hard shaft back and
forth across my clit.

I felt the tension building with each thrust.

His right hand roamed over my breasts, rubbing and lightly
tweaking the nipples.

I groaned loud and brought my knees all the way up. My pussy
needed even more play. Now my hole was angled up and his shaft slid along my
opening like a canoe through water. I felt my lips grip the underside of his
cock and give him my wetness.

I whispered, "Just be careful."

He chuckled. "I'm trying."

I bucked hard under him, unable to control my movements.

He moved harder, too, panting with desperation.

I felt his cock slip down when we moved too far. The head
hit hard against my opening and pushed open my lips. I squawked. "Oh,
fuck! No."

He pulled back immediately and leaned up. "I guess we
can't move much like that." He grabbed his cock and jacked it while
kneeling between my legs.

I gaped. I had never seen anyone do that like this. Derek
only jacked his cock while watching porn. He was always hard when he was with
me and didn't need to stroke it. I watched Ben's hand with wonder. "Fuck,
that looks hot."

"Huh?" He looked down. "Oh. It's sort of hard
not to when I'm looking at your pussy."

I laughed. "Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Here, I think we can do it another
way. Put your legs down."

I did.

He moved them closer together and placed his knees on the
outside. Then he aimed his cock at my pussy.

My eyes went wide.

But he was angling it down – almost straight down. He scooted
up and slid his helmet down my lips until it passed the opening and hit the
bed. "All right, close your legs."

I did, feeling his cock pointing down and trapped perfectly
between my thighs. The topside of his shaft was nestled between my pussy lips.

He grinned. "Now you can move all you want."

I tried a move. My pussy slid lewdly up and down his shaft.
I gasped. 'Oh, that's good." I moved more.

He settled down on me, humping his hips and then kissed me.

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed back with joy. It
was the perfect kiss. My mouth to his mouth, his chest on mine, and my pussy
gripping his cock. We moved together and I felt as if we were one.

He pulled off a moment later and glanced at the clock.
"Let me lick you."

I smiled happily. "Okay."

He laid down and motioned for me. "Kneel that
way."

I straddled his chest and faced his cock.

"Now lean down so I can lick you."

I giggled, moving my face down to his fat erection.
"Nasty."

I felt his tongue on my pussy and clit and I gasped as I
gripped his thick shaft. My mouth fell open in shocked delight and I stroked
his cock with a shaking hand. It flexed in my grip and I looked down at it. It
was a perfect cock. I lowered my mouth over the helmet and sucked him in. The
head of his cock filled my mouth.

He groaned loudly and licked me faster. His tongue flicked
into my hole. Then I felt him moving, shifting a little and then fingers plunge
into my hole.

I sucked down on his shaft and jacked it.

It was another perfect union. Our mouths on each other's most
private and sensitive parts, both of us treating each other with respect and
care.

His tongue drove me wild. I sucked harder. My sucking made
him squirm and groan. He licked me faster.

We were frantic, moving and shaking the whole bed. It was me
that broke first. My body quivered and then jerked back hard. Pulsing waves of
almost painful pleasure ripped through me. I humped my pussy frantically on his
face. My hand stroked him faster - a blur on his shaft.

As I was coming down from my orgasm, I felt him tensing and
his cock swelling in my hand.
Yes, cum.
I stroked slower and more fully,
milking his cock. My mouth was wide open, moving up and down the side of his
shaft. I rubbed his cock on my open lips and my cheek.

His cock swelled and gushed. I kept stroking. Hot sperm
erupted and flew. It also flowed down my hand and over my cheek and lips. I
sighed as flex after flex sent more sperm running down his shaft and over my
hand. I kissed his shaft, smearing my lips with his cum.

I lifted off of him and sat. I licked his cum off my lips.
It had a light flavor that was nice.

We had about ten minutes to spare. I laid next to him and
gripped his cock with a light touch. He inserted a finger into my pussy and
held it there. We kissed. It was the perfect ending to the perfect lunch.

~ ~ ~

My sex life had never been better. It was always great, but
now Derek couldn't seem to get enough of me.

"Dieter is coming Saturday."

"Oh."

We were in bed, naked. I had ridden him like a mad cowgirl
until we were both exhausted.

"Don't sound so disappointed. He's a great guy."

I shrugged. "There's a whole world of great guys out
there."

He laughed. "Nah. And you know it."