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The Rules Violation Ch. 01

By: Finis



(MEGAN)

There were only three rules.

One. Never with someone we know mutually.

Two. Never at our house.

Three. Never get attached.

Megan had already broken the first two with Todd, and was dangerously close to the third. Todd was her co-worker, he and his own wife had been friends with Megan and her husband Kyle for three years now. He was currently fucking her hard and fast on the bed she shared with her husband. This was the fifth time in five weeks she'd let him have what they both wanted; her longest affair with the same partner since she and her husband had come up with The Rules seven years ago.

She was face down on her elbows and knees, her round, sculpted ass pointed up toward her lover as he held tightly to her hips and plunged his cock in and out of her. She was very close again. She'd already come once while straddling him and bouncing wildly on his well defined frame. Now she was just moments away from getting there again. She closed her eyes and grabbed onto a pillow and concentrated on the feeling of his manhood forcing her open over and over, bumping up against that perfect spot right behind her clit. She was aware she was being pretty loud with the pants and gasps. It felt fucking amazing, and she was not shy. Plus she knew her lover got off on her voice. He'd told her that the first time they'd fucked six months ago during a business conference they'd both attended.

That had been a wild weekend, they'd spent more time in her hotel room than attending the lame and tiresome events of the conference their company had sent them too. The first time had been mind blowing. He'd fucked her from behind right up against the wall of her shower. Megan liked it from behind. God, the memory of it was helping her get closer. She concentrated on the memory of water pouring off of her head and down her back as Todd had screwed her in her hotel shower room. The warmth. The wet. The sound of skin slapping against skin, the feeling of his cock spasming as he came inside of her...

That was it, she felt her orgasm blossom deep down and rapidly radiate out in waves. She cried out in ecstasy, as much for her own pleasure as Todd's. She thrust back against him hard and fast. He grunted deeply and squeezed his hands even tighter around her hips. She felt him spasm and lose it himself. He was coming inside her. God that was hot. His warm semen filled her up and the squished out around his penetrating member, making the wet sloping sounds of their fucking even wetter and messier. As her own orgasm rode out, she briefly fantasized that she might get pregnant. His warm seed taking root and filling up her womb.

He shuddered and finished, slowed to a stop. Her fantasy quickly withered and died on the vine as he plopped out of her with a sloppy plop, leaving her empty and leaking. The loss of both were disappointing; his cock, and her brief fantasy.

Megan couldn't get pregnant.

Ovarian cysts when she'd been just seventeen had seen to that. The scarring left her infertile and unable to ever bear her own children. Most of the time she didn't care. She and Kyle had gotten married knowing full well their union would never bear such fruit; it was one of the factors in both of them agreeing to an open marriage after just two years together. But sometimes; sometimes she had her little moments of weakness of wondering about something she could never have.

Todd collapsed on the bed next to her, where Kyle normally lay. She shook off the melancholy that normally followed the bursting of such fantasies and collapsed herself, turning to face him with a large grin. Todd was a great lover. She was genuinely fond of him.

Dangerously close to rule three.

"God you're amazing, Megs," he said with the arrogant smirk of a man who's just fucked a woman to orgasm in another man's bed. It made him look sexier than his otherwise some what plain looks could manage.

She smirked back, "Not so bad yourself there lover," she purred back at him and rolled onto her back. She felt more of his seed squish out from between her legs as she moved. She reached over the side of the bed for the towel she'd put there earlier to wipe herself up.

"I have no idea why Kyle lets you mess around, if you were mine I'd guard you like a hawk," he said, with the same smirk on his face. She didn't find it as sexy this time.

She rolled her eyes a little and sat up. She kept her smile in place, but she didn't feel it as much. Why the fuck did he have to bring Kyle up after sex? Couldn't he let her bask for like, ten minutes at least?

"C'mon now, you know the rules. No talking about spouses after we fuck for at least an hour; I'm still breathing hard," she said. She kept her voice coy, but some of her irritation leaked through she was sure.

His smile faded from arrogant smirk to a slight wince, "Right, sorry."

She reached over to her night stand and grabbed a clip to pull her hair up.

It was too late, he'd spoiled the moment for her. Maybe she wasn't as attached as she thought. That was probably a good thing.

She swung her feet out of bed and got up. She needed to take a shower. Maybe she shouldn't done this in her house, she didn't feel right leaving Todd alone in her and Kyle's bedroom. She sighed softly as she stood up.

"Hey, sorry, won't happen again. Come back to bed," he said. His tone was placating. The same tone of voice he'd use with his wife during one of their dinner parties when he'd brought out the wrong bottle of wine.

That irritated her. She wasn't his wife. She didn't want to be his wife. She liked being his lover. But she already had a husband. She didn't need another.

"It's fine," she said, just to get out of the conversation. She leaned over and kissed him quickly. She pulled away before he could entangle her on the bed again, "I just need a shower. Kyle will be home in a couple of hours and I need to clean up."

He didn't say anything, just watched her walk naked into the master bathroom. He was admiring, almost leering at her.

That, she liked.

She knew she looked good. She worked hard to look good.

She'd been a knock out when she'd met Kyle and gotten married nine years ago at the tender age of twenty-three. At thirty-two she was still a bombshell. Kyle said she looked even better now than she had then. She almost agreed. She had a medium build, with athletic hips and curves; long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She kept her body tight and toned with a regiment of yoga and jogging. She was very careful with her diet, didn't smoke, drank only socially, and spent money to stay in the latest fashions and hairstyles. She liked having sex a lot, and looking good was how she was able to have just about any man she wanted, married or not.

Men like Todd.

She turned the water on to the shower and stuck her hand in to feel for when it turned warm enough to enter.

Todd was good looking enough, smart enough, and masculine enough to make the moves on a hot woman, married or not. He was her preferred type of lover. Successful enough in his own life to not want to rock the boat and mess up hers. He had his own wife, house, career, and life to think of. He would provide her with the taboo, thrill seeking sex she craved, without trying to break her and her husband up.

Megan stepped into the shower and quickly rinsed the sweat off. She cupped her hands and filled them with warm water, then splashed her face; scrubbing lightly. She loved her husband. A lot. She didn't want to lose him, but she'd figured out very quickly in her life that one partner was not enough for her.

College had been a wild and rough time. She'd bounced through partners like a bumblebee in a summer meadow, sampling the nectar of a dozen different guys in her sophomore year alone. Then had come the fights, and the jealousy of the guys finding out she hadn't been dealing exclusively with any of them. It had been a pretty upsetting emotional time for her as she had been labeled 'party slut', and 'easy'. Slut was such a male word. She hated it. So what if she liked sex? It was alright for guys to like sex with as many partners as they could dip their wicks in, but a girl was a slut if she wanted to play around? Fuck that.

By the time she'd met Kyle at the beginning of her senior year, she'd been in the phase of trying to 'settle down'. Telling herself her party days were behind her, and she wanted a steady partner to spend her life with. Kyle had been - still was - perfect. A grad student five years her senior, he'd courted and wood her like no other man ever had. He'd made her feel like a lady, a princess, and still had enough confidence and machismo to play the aggressor in bed that she loved.

She wasn't a 'sub' by any means; she didn't care for any of that scene. Bondage was not her thing. But she liked her partner to be in charge. To be confident enough in their own worth as a lover to take what they wanted from her; to insist. She didn't, nor ever had, anything like rape fantasies; but she did get royally turned on by a guy who would push her up against the wall and kiss her until she relented.

The bathroom door opened. She opened her eyes and watched Todd step in. She fought down a little twinge of irritation. This was her bathroom, not some hotel room. This was normal space for her. She was beginning to remember why rule number two was in place. Never at our house.

He just smiled at her.

"Sorry about that back there. I know better," he said quietly.

She was about to tell him that it was fine and he should forget it, and also decided in the same moment that it was going to be the last time with him.

He stopped her with a kiss, placing his hands on her waist. He forced open her mouth and drew her tongue into his mouth. Damn this man could kiss.

He pushed her lightly, but forcefully up against the wall and wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his erection stiffening against her stomach. Goddamn, again, already?

Okay, maybe one more time.

She gave no resistance when he pulled one of her legs up and held it against the wall, spreading her apart. Nor did she say anything when she felt him push himself into her again, forcing her insides open to accommodate his length. She let her head fall back against the shower wall with a thunk. Gasping in pleasure.

Maybe it was because he'd already unloaded into her just a few minutes ago, maybe it was because she really did love it when a man just insisted, but she felt unusually wet and slippery as he rocked in and out of her. It was very erotic. She wondered what it would be like to have Kyle take her right after another man had had her.

The thought was so deliciously naughty she shuddered with pleasure and let Todd have her again, relenting to his penetration and offering not the least resistance, either physically or mentally. It didn't take her long to get close again, writhing and squirming against him, panting like a school girl in heat as she rode his cock. He kissed her hard, his tongue swirling around in her mouth. He pressed his body against hers, mashing her C cup breasts between them. Her erect nipples rubbing delightfully against his chest with their motions. She was going to come again.

She did. Her voice echoed against the walls of the shower and bathroom and she heard herself whimpering and mewing in pleasure. He thrust hard against her, and carried her through her orgasm, then he pulled out suddenly. She gasped with the sudden withdrawal and emptiness it left her with.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. He had the sexy, arrogant smirk that had caused her to relent to him the first time, she bit her lip. She knew what he wanted.

They switched places and she sank down to her knees without any further instruction. When his cock was level with her mouth, she looked up and opened her lips up obediently. He just looked at her expectantly.

Megan didn't especially love giving men blow jobs She preferred cock between her legs, not her lips. But she didn't mind either, especially with the right guy, like Todd, or her husband. When the guy would insist.

It wasn't about the fact his cock was in her mouth; it was about the act of control and dominance.

She reached up and stroked his long thin erection. Kyle was thicker, but Todd was longer by at least an inch. She felt their sex fluids making his shaft slick and slimy, though that was rinsing off quickly in the hot running water of the shower. She didn't mind. Kyle liked to finish up in her mouth too sometimes.

She opened her mouth again and placed the head of his cock in her mouth along her tongue She sealed her lips around him and sucked lightly. He thrust gently and pushed himself deeper into her mouth. At least he was thin enough that she didn't feel like she had to unhinge her jaw to get all of him. With practiced experience, she opened her throat enough for him to slide down all the way to the hilt, carefully breathing through her nose.

She may not like giving head very much, but she knew what to do.

She sucked, and he began thrusting lightly into her mouth. This is the kind of blow job she liked; where the guy did the work and just used her mouth. Again, it was about the illusion of submission and control she liked, not the feeling of a man sliding between her lips.

She held him there, and let him thrust in and out at his own pace. Luckily, he was already close, and it didn't take very long. She swallowed when he spasmed, pushing him past her tongue so she didn't have to taste it. Again, luckily he had just come less than thirty minutes ago, so there wasn't much, just a few drops really, but she still didn't want to taste it.

He groaned with a throaty, sexy, almost growl as he spasmed in her. She liked that. It completed the illusion.

"Goddamn Megan, I'm never going to get tired of that," he panted when he pulled himself out of her lips.

She stood back up and turned her face up to the water and took a few quick drinks to help swish around and get rid of the after residue. She turned and smiled at him once more, and kissed him lightly.

"I'm sure," she said smugly She didn't mind the praise either. It made her feel, more feminine she guessed. Which was silly, but that's how it felt sometimes.

"But now, I really do need to clean up and get ready; and you need to go," she said with a final kiss. 

Kyle would be home in less than ninety minutes now. And she still had to change the sheets.

(KYLE)

Kyle could always tell when his wife had gotten laid recently. She had a particular sway to her hips, a femininity to her behavior that said she was thinking of herself as a sexy woman, and not just his wife.

Something in her walk as she brought him a plate of dinner said it had been very recently. Maybe even today. Maybe even just a few hours ago.

He smiled and took the plate from her as she sat down on the couch next to him with her own food. They had a dining room; a nice one. But when it was just the two of them, they tended to eat in comfortable companionship on the couch of the living room.

He suppressed a sigh. He didn't quite lose his appetite for food, but her certainly lost it for anything else. They'd been living in an open marriage for almost seven years now, and they'd both had their share of affairs. But he didn't like the idea of sloppy seconds. He avoided sex with her for a few days after her encounters.

He wasn't jealous; not really anyway. He'd gotten over that a while ago. But it was - gross. Or the idea of it was anyhow. Feeling the aftermath of another man squishing around inside of her...

Okay, maybe he had lost his appetite for food.

"Everything okay?" Megan asked.

"Yeah, sorry. Just tired," Kyle said, and took a bit of food. It was just take out, Megan was not a cook. Which was okay, she had other talents.

She gave him a sympathetic look, "is Ed still running you ragged?" she asked.

He wanted to ask her if she'd had sex today. But that would be breaking the unspoken rule four. Never ask questions you don't want answered. It wasn't really a rule, but they both understood it was there. He pushed the question out of his mind.

"No, just tired of this commute," he said. Which was the truth. Maybe not the whole truth, but the truth none the less.

She made a sympathetic face again, "Sorry, it was my idea to move out of the city."

He shrugged, "And a good idea, or I wouldn't have agreed to buy this place. But its fine. I'm just going to go sit in the hot tub I think. Want to get a couple glasses of wine and join me?" he said, the edges of his lips hinting at the suggestion of a smirk.

"I'm sorry baby, I have a ton of work tonight. I need to head up to the office and finish the write up for..." She said, giving him an apologetic expression. He sounded like she even meant it. But she trailed off when he gave a sigh.

She'd definitely had sex today.

"Why don't you go out tonight?" she said quietly. She used a soft, permissive tone, the tone that said 'Why don't you call one of your favorites and go out with her tonight'. His wife was giving him permission to go out and have sex.

Not that he needed it. That was the way the Rules worked. Anytime you wanted, with anyone you wanted, anywhere you wanted; as long as it didn't violate the rules. He didn't take advantage of them often, not as often as he thought Megan did anyway. But he did take advantage of them.

He worked around bright, young, eager co-eds all day. He was an assistant director of anthropology at the local university. Most of the time he merely fantasied about them vividly, but now and then he'd make a play at one of them. Most of the time he did, it was successful. He was a good looking guy. Like his wife, he didn't smoke, only drank socially, plus the occasional beer or glass of scotch. He watched his diet, exercised, took care of himself. At thirty-seven, he had matured into "the good looking older man" so many of the blossoming young twenty somethings he worked with were too ready to be seduced by.

He'd actually been working on one of them all this week. His young assistant Wendy. Twenty three, charming, intelligent, the body of a cheerleader, and playfully bashful with his subtle flirting. She had a boyfriend though. Not an insurmountable obstacle, but certainly one that required caution. He wanted to get her in the sack, not ruin her life, nor push her hard enough to fall for him and disrupt his.

It was a delicate game, and one he normally enjoyed. It was a dance, and one he was normally good at. It was also one he was getting a little tired of.

He loved his wife, very deeply. It had been for the love and affection of her he had agreed to the rules in the first place. It had been that, or lose her in a few years to the affair she would inevitably have. He was smart enough to see that. So he'd agreed. He'd benefited from it himself several times over the years.

But Megan benefited from it constantly it seemed. He hadn't had sex with his wife as recently as he'd had sex with another woman, and that had been almost three months ago since the most recent one. He wondered if Megan realized it had been that long.

Kyle just wouldn't have sex with her within a few days of her having sex with someone else. And he was never sure when that was.

His wife kissed him lightly and ran her fingers through his hair, "Seriously baby, go out tonight, relax. Come back to me after you've relaxed and fall asleep with me," she said, her tone tender and affectionate; and as far as he could tell, sincere.

He looked into her blue eyes for a moment. She looked back, and she expression suggested only concern and affection. She loved him. He loved her.

That was enough for now.

Kyle smiled back at her and kissed her softly. She melted against his lips yieldingly. He could have her right now, her kiss said. Push her back on the couch and spread her apart, her body said as she opened her mouth up slightly. Pull her panties aside and bury himself roughly in her waiting pussy, said the tiny catch of her breath as he touched his tongue to her lips. Take her, her tongue flicked in reply, claim her, she was his for the asking.


The Rules Violation Ch. 01



But he could smell musk on her. In her hair. The sweat of another man. Another man had already done all of those things to her today.

He pulled away, not roughly or abruptly, but regretfully. He couldn't do what her body was asking for.

She sighed slightly. She knew why. They'd discussed it before, early in the arrangement of the rules. But she obviously wished he would sometimes.

"Maybe I will," he said.

She smiled and nodded.

Maybe he would call Wendy, see if she wanted to get together for drinks. Regardless of anything else that had happened in that kiss. He was most definitely aroused now.

Three hours later Wendy gasped as Kyle pushed her up against the door to her apartment as it slammed shut.

They'd met for drinks in the city. He'd pressed his seduction of her, driven by desire to vent his frustrations and needs on her apparent receptiveness. She'd been bashful at first. Blushing and playing the shy school girl. But the way her eyes caught his, the way her hand would reach up and touch his shoulder when she laughed. It had only been a matter of time.

She melted into his kiss. Her tongue was hot and eager. Her hands ran through his hair and clung to the back of his head. He pulled off her jacket with a tug and she moaned against his lips She thrust her chest out against him and he could feel her firm breasts pressed up against his chest. He had lovely breasts; full and round, not so large they sagged, not so small she needed a push up to get cleavage.

He began pulling at the buttons of her blouse, exposing the green lacy bra underneath. He'd been eying these breasts for weeks now, wondering how they would look hanging naked and free. He got the buttons undone and tugged her top off again with a demanding jerk. He was going to have her. Her moans all to eagerly agreed. She wanted to be had.

He pulled her away from the door and they shuffled to her couch, still locked at the lips; tongues still thrashing hotly in each others mouths. They fell back in a somewhat controlled fall and he landed on top of her. She giggled. Her laughter quickly turned to moans however as he began kissing his way down her neck. Front clasp bra. He unsnapped that as he traced his lips along the top of her cleavage He looked up and met her eyes, she was watching him while biting her lip and a smug school girl grin. Young, excited, hot and bothered; her eyes were full of delight and mischief. She was going to let this married man fuck her they said. They danced with the idea of it.

He smirked back and slid the cups of her bra aside and revealed her naked breasts. Her nipples were quite pink, and they stood erect and prominent against the pale smooth flesh of her mounds. He kissed his way over to the right one and took it in his mouth. She gasped as he swirled his tongue hotly around it, sucking gently as he did so.

"Oh fuck," she breathed hotly just above a whisper.

He'd never heard her curse before. She was normally a quiet and reserved girl who was the picture of courtesy. The accidental vulgarity hinted at a wild ride beneath the day time bashfulness.

That aroused him almost as much as the feel of her flesh in his mouth, and the smell of her perfume in his nostrils; the view from between the swell of her breasts. Sex was a full sensory experience. Sound was not to be forgotten.

He continued sucking on her nipple as they tugged and pulled at each others clothing. He pulled off long enough to tug his own shirt off and switch to her other breast. He wiggled out of her dress slacks, revealing the matching lacy green thong to her bra. He latched on to her other nipple with his lips and teased it with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and arched herself against him, wrapping her toned legs around his waist, and running her fingers through his hair.

Kyle started kissing his way down between her breasts to her tummy. Her breath quickened to a pant in anticipation, and he heard her catch for just a moment. Her normal boyfriend or lover must not go down on her very often, because she was obviously getting very aroused by just the idea. That was good, he could work with that.

He slid off to his knees on the couch in front of her and hooked his fingers in her thong and started to slowly slide it down over her hips. She lifted her butt slightly to help and watched him with great anticipation. He smiled back with a relaxed, confident smirk. Relax, he said with it, I know what I'm doing. She bit her lip and lifted her legs so he could slid the thong all the way off.

And then she lay naked before him.

He slid his hands up her thighs, gently spreading her legs before him up to her waiting pussy. She was neatly trimmed, with just a very close cropped patch of pubic hair above her clit. She obviously took care of herself down here. Her labia were engorged and slightly larger than he'd expected. He could smell the musk of her arousal practically oozing off of her; a heady scent that went straight from his nostrils to his cock, causing it to swell against his pants stiffly. He ran his hand sup her thighs and caressed her sex with his thumbs, she was hot to the touch, and he could already feel wetness just by brushing the edges of her lips and slit. She moaned deeply.

Lowering his lips down to her waiting pussy, he kissed around it slowly, building her anticipation and desire by avoiding contact with the right spots just yet. This was a dance, one he knew all the steps too. She squirmed playfully as he kissed her thighs and lips. He looked up to grin at her. She was flushed from the tips of her nipples to her cheeks with excitement and giddy anticipation. Her breasts rose and fell as she panted with desire. He made eye contact with her and touched her clit very lightly with the tip of his tongue. Her breath caught slightly and she smiled with sudden embarrassment and vulnerability, suggesting suddenly that she was much younger than her twenty three years.

Another huge turn on for him. Maybe no one had ever gone down on her.

Yes, he was fully erect now, straining against his clothing.

He ran his tongue slowly up her slit. She was very wet. He watched her face as he parted her lips with his tongue. Her eye lids fluttered closed and she arched her head backwards. She let out a soft "ahhhh..." under her breath. She tasted very musky, slightly sweet, with a hint of sour and salty sweat. The taste of a fully aroused woman. Every woman tasted different, but there were definite similarities. Like different labels of the same variety of grape made into wines.

Kyle had sampled many of them.

He slowly built up speed with his tongue, wrapping his lips around her slit and clit and sucking slightly to build pressure. Inside his mouth, his tongue tormented the insides of her labia and the underside of her clit. He didn't want her getting off yet, so he avoided most direct contact with the hard nub of her sexual center.

She was very squirmy. She writhed and wriggled under his mouth and hands like a snake. As he built tempo and pressure, he had to start holding her thighs down with his arms and hands to keep her from escaping his torments. Her voice slowly built from soft sighs and pants, to high pitched gasps and whines.

Like the taste of them, every woman sounded different in the throes of passion. Wendy was a whiner. Her voice would break into a whimper or a moan would crescendo rapidly to a high pitched whine. For all her reserve and courtesy in the work place, she was not shy about vocalizing her pleasure. Yet another turn on for Kyle.

As the minutes dragged on, he slowly increased the amount of times his tongue flicked against her clit. It was hard and swollen in her lust, and she kept trying to move it to the center of where his tongue was. She was thrusting now, bucking as she tried to reach orgasm. Not yet.

He moved one of his hands from holding down her things and ran it up into the now sloppy wetness that was the union of his mouth and her crotch. He slowly inserted his index finger as he rapidly flicked her tongue against the very tip of her clit.

She cried out, arching her back almost off the couch. He pushed his finger deeper, wriggling it around gently as he went. Her rapid panting turned into gasping.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she cried out in surprise and lust.

He was thrashing his tongue hard and fast against her clit now. It was time to finish her off.

He moved his finger in and out now in time with the action of his tongue. She squeezed her flesh around his finger tightly.

It only took a few more seconds.

She cried out loudly in deep gasping breaths that ended in whiny high notes. Her body bucked and thrashed against him in spastic, erratic thrusts.

She came. Loudly and unashamed.

He withdrew his finger as she started to descend and trying to catch her breath. As her body settled back down onto the couch he pulled away and wiped his mouth off with his other hand.

She'd reached above her and grasped onto the couch above her head as she'd come, and now her arms relaxed and she wrapped her fingers through locks of her own hair, tugging slightly. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she panted and shuddered. Her cheeks were fully flushed, and the her skin was blotchy and red on her torso, but especially around her breasts and neck. 

He was mildly surprised and slightly amused; not to mention a little pleased with himself. That had obviously been a pretty intense orgasm.

"You okay?" he said softly as he slide up on top of her.

"Mm-hmm" she panted through pursed lips readily. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She wasn't feeling playful anymore, she was fully consumed by lust and desire. It was serious business now. Playtime was over.

"Lets go to your bedroom," he suggested, kissing her neck.

She nodded, "okay," she breathed in eager agreement.

He helped her up, she stood somewhat unsteadily. He smiled at her and steady her with his arms around her naked waist. She smiled with a hint of the school girl bashfulness again as she swayed against him, leaning her bare chest and breasts against him. She was hot to the touch, and beginning to sweat lightly.

"Easy there," he said gently.

She giggled softly and wrapped her arms around his neck, She kissed him hotly, submissively. Her mouth opened and she invited his tongue into her mouth with a moan.

He held onto her as they kissed, giving her a moment to find her balance. After a moment she broke away and withdrew from his arms, but she kept a hold of his hand with both of hers. She bit her lip and led her him down the hall to a small bedroom.

He followed her lithe, youthful nakedness with a smirk. Her bed was not very large, not compared to his king sized one at home at least, but it had plenty of room to play. She sat back on the edge of it with a flop and a playful grin. She pulled him close by his bet loops and looked up with a mixture of lust and glee. He just smirked down at her.

She ran her hands up against his crotch, and bit her lip again as his erection pressed against her hand. He was very hard. She unbuckled his belt quickly. He reached up and pet a lock of her hair behind her ear. She shivered slightly, but did not let it distract her from her task. Belt undone she undid his pants and unzipped him; pausing only to rub him through his boxer briefs again. Then she brought her hands up and pulled both his pants and boxers down. He stepped out with a hand on her shoulder, then stood up straight again in front of her, fully naked himself.

His cock stood up right before her face, hard and swollen with his own lust. He was not much longer than an average man, at right around seven inches, but he was quite thick; most woman could only barely touch their thumb and index finger together when wrapping around him if they squeezed tightly.

"Oh my, look at this guy," she said and took him in her right hand to begin stroking him.

He said nothing, merely content to watch her for the moment.

She cupped his scrotum with her left hand and stroked his length a few more times. It felt very good, and his eyes closed involuntarily. New to receiving oral sex this girl might be, but she had definitely handled a man's cock before. Her fingers glided along all the right places and squeezed gently along the mid sections. Here was an area she was not bashful in.

He opened his eyes again just in time to see her lower her face to him and take the first few inches into her open mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet. Now he let out a moan. He loved being in a woman's mouth. Sometimes more than her pussy, depending on his mood. He watched with lust as she struggled to get half of his thickness. Her young face screwed up with concentration and effort. She sucked up and down a few times, each time getting a little more than below.

God he loved watching that. It was a rush of masculinity and control. Especially on a young woman like Wendy. Still an adult, but young enough to be in the full blossom of her sexuality. No age touched her face as she looked up to see if she was pleasing him with her attentions.

He ran his fingers along her cheek affectionately, almost fatherly; the mentor and the student. The idea made him throb between her lips. She closed her eyes again and moved her head up and down, bobbing ever farther along his shaft. She kept her right hand firmly on the base of him, holding him tightly in place, her left hand was alternatively squeezing and caressing his scrotum gently.

This girl was no stranger to sucking a man's cock. Youth and experience. Bashful exterior, eager sex kitten in the bedroom. He groaned, god he should have tapped her months ago.

They went on like that for several minutes, and just like he'd down to her, she built up his anticipation and lust. Playtime was indeed over.

He was nowhere near close, but much farther along than he had been before they started when he pulled her off of him. She gasped and panted a few times to catch her breath. She looked up with eager submission and wanton lust as he pushed her back on the bed. She crawled backwards to make room for him, spreading her legs with excitement as he slid up between them, his fully engorged and swollen cock dangling between his legs.

They both wanted it buried deep inside her. Right now. No more waiting.

He followed her up as she lay fully back, her legs propped up on either side of him.

In seconds, his cock penetrated her sopping went entrance and spread her apart.

She gasped loudly as he slid the first third of his shift inside of her in the first stroke. He felt his thick manhood spreading her apart, forcing her body to accommodate his invasion. She clung to his shoulders with her hands tightly. Her eyes were screwed shut in ecstasy, her head arched back, exposing her neck and pushing her breasts up against him.

He withdrew slightly and pressed forward again, this time sliding fully two thirds of himself into her. She let out a very high pitched whine of pleasure. Fuck she was tight. She was so tight and hot around him. Her pussy squeezed him from all sides as he pressed his cock into her. He could feel her sopping wet fluids squish out around him messily. She was so wet and aroused there was no difficulty in the thrust, but, goddamn, she was so tight.

He backed out a little again and this time thrust, slightly slower, but driving all the way until he felt the hilt of his cock collide with her flesh.

She arched her back up off of the bed and threw her head back, crying out once again in pleasure. The walls of her pussy strained and quivered against his thickness; her whole body trembling with the effort of allowing his invasion of her body.

"Ooh Fuuck!" she cried again, and began bucking and thrusting. She was coming. Already.

He withdrew and plunged in to the hilt again, causing another gasp to rip from her throat. Again. Again. Again. His balls slapped against her ass with the force of his thrusts. The sound of wet suction and skin slapping against skin mingled with her gasps and cries as they fucked.

He fucked her. She fucked back. Thrusting back against him on every stroke, still riding the orgasm she'd reached upon merely penetration.

He closed his eyes and lost himself in it. Warmth and wetness engulfed him tightly. Her young, nubile pussy yielded to his force not just willingly, but eagerly, submissively. She let him have her without resistance, lifting her hips up to angle herself better for deeper, harder, thrusts.

She let go of his arms and reached above her, grasping onto the bed as their thrusting increased force and speed. The smell of their musk and sweat filled the room, he was dimly aware he was grunting with effort, even as she cried and whined with every penetrating thrust of his cock.

Kyle wondered if this is what his wife had been doing earlier today. If she had yielded to another man the way Wendy yielded to him now. Her legs and crotch spread, inviting rough invasion into her sopping wet pussy. He grunted and thrust into the young woman beneath him with even more force; anger and jealousy seeping into his mind. She cried out even louder in pleasure.

In his mind's eye he saw his wife, her legs spread before a strange man, pulling his unknown cock deep into the pussy that rightful belonged to him, her husband. He thrust harder into Wendy, faster.

She was coming again, her breath coming in ragged gasping whines.

He imagined this stranger making his beautiful wife come. He pounded his cock over and over into the girl he invaded below. She clung to the bed and writhed beneath him.

He squeezed his eyes shut tight against the imagery of a strange cock invading his wife's body hard enough to make her body shake and shudder with thrusts of unimaginable force. He heard Megan cry out in a mix of pain and delight as she was taken brutally by the assault of this stranger's fucking.

Wendy was still coming, or maybe coming again. He buried his face in her neck and fucked her. Hard. She was clinging onto the edge of her bed for dear life. Her pussy under assault by his body and lust.

In his imagination, she saw the stranger burst his seed deep into his wife's wanton pussy, and she exploded with lust and submissively took his load deep in her womb.

He exploded into Wendy, seeing little points of light as he grunted loudly, filling up his young assistant with spasm after spasm of his fluids. She cried out in surprise. He wasn't wearing a condom, and he had no idea if she was on the pill, but he didn't care. He watched the stranger fill up his wife; he emptied his load into the nethers of the girl trapped beneath him.

He shuddered as he slowed to a stop, and she wrapped her arms around him. They were both drenched in sweat and the sticky residue of their fucking. He collapsed down against her and she wrapped her legs tight around him. He could feel his semen squish out of her and around him slightly. There had been quite a bit.

"It's okay," she whispered, "I'm on the pill." She ran her fingers through the back is his hair as they caught their breath together.

Well, that was a relief at least.

Maybe, just a twinge disappointing.

(Megan)

Megan pretended to be asleep as Kyle slipped into their bedroom later that night. It was after one in the morning; he'd been gone for almost six hours.

He didn't turn on the light as he quietly undressed.

She wondered who it had been. Who had given her body to her husband tonight?

She didn't know all of his lovers, just like he certainly didn't know all of hers. But she knew of a few.

One of his assistants maybe? She knew he'd had one of them two years ago, a very cute young blonde that frankly, reminded Megan a lot herself ten years ago. Hm. That would be difficult to arrange on a weeknight with no notice. Maybe a new one, a girl she hadn't met or seen. That thought tantalized her. What would this strange young girl look like? Was she blonde? She knew Kyle preferred blondes. She would be young of course. He liked his lovers young. Probably less than twenty five or so, with a nubile body that pressed itself up against his...




The Rules Violation Ch. 01



She quietly shifted her legs a little. Her pulse began to quicken.

He did like his lovers young. She knew about Jessie, the eighteen year old that lived down the block two years ago. She'd honestly worried about that one. Not for the girl, but for what the girl might tell her parents if she got scared. Still, the idea of her thirty something husband seducing and fucking that eighteen year old girl... That was - frighteningly exciting. She wondered if she'd been a virgin when he'd taken her. Had he popped her cherry? God, that was hot.

What was wrong with her? Didn't she love her husband? Why wasn't she jealous of his conquests?

She did of course; love him. But just thinking about it made her pulse race, her breathing quicken. What was it then?

Pride? She was proud of him. Her man. Her man could seduce these young nubile women and take their forbidden fruits from them. Yes. Her man could do this. Have any woman he wanted. Including her. She often remembered his seduction of her with delight.

He'd been confident, and sexy; insistent in his charms, but coaxing in his casual touches. He probably didn't even realize how quickly she'd submitted to the idea of having sex with him. She'd held off for a few dates by sheer will alone. He could have had her that first night.

Oh yes, Megan knew why these girls gave themselves to her husband. She'd been one of them.

He quietly slipped under the covers. She caught a whiff of a strange smell. Lightly flowery. Oh god, he'd probably showered at her house, this strange girl. Megan could still smell his lover's shampoo. It must have been less than an hour ago. 

She felt the slightest tickle between her legs. An hour ago, maybe two, her husband had buried his cock in another woman. Conquering her like he'd conquered Megan herself ten years ago.

Megan shifted her legs against each other slightly and squeezed them together, putting pressure on her crotch, teasing herself. She was definitely aroused. Megan wondered if he'd be willing to take her now.

He settled down against her back, spooning against her and wrapping his arm around her waist. She willingly pressed her ass against his cock. It was soft, but warm against her panties. Fuck, why had she worn panties to bed? They were in the way of what she wanted. She could reach back and stroke him hard...

He let out a long sigh as he settled in. It was a tired sigh, and... there was something else? Disappointment?

She stopped herself from reaching behind her. Had he not gotten anywhere? She sniffed again. No, he'd definitely showered, with a woman's soap. Why would he do that if he hadn't gotten laid?

She was confused. Her arousal was quickly replaced by doubt. Was he disappointed in her? She'd sensed him shut down earlier. She'd been more than willing to let him fuck her on the couch earlier. Hell, Todd's seed had probably still been inside her, she'd have been wet and ready in seconds. Frankly the idea was one of her biggest fantasies. Her husband finishing up after she'd had another man. Letting Kyle take and reclaim her used body for himself just moments after one of her lovers spent himself inside her. Being the sex object of two men. It was a bit of a strange fantasy, she admitted to herself, maybe even a little bit gross. But it didn't matter. It turned her on like no other idea.

Kyle didn't like it though. Not even a little bit. She'd tried casually bringing it up early in their arrangement. A threesome with another man. She'd even let him pick the other man. The other man didn't matter to her, Kyle's reclaiming afterward did. That was the fantasy.

But he had shut the idea down in a hurry. That was the reason for the rules. Never someone we know. Never in the house. Never get attached. Never ask questions you don't want answered.

He didn't want to know about her lovers, he didn't want to know that it had happened.

She sighed. She felt her husband begin to relax behind her. He must have been very tired. It was less than two minutes since his head had hit the pillow. Why couldn't she be like other women? Why couldn't she just be content with the man behind her on the bed; a man she loved, who loved her. Why did she crave the attention of other partners the way she did? Guilt lapped at the edge of her mood. Life would be so much simpler for Kyle if she could just remain faithful. She didn't care about his other partners. Hell the idea of him with other women excited her. It was tangible evidence of his worth and virility as a man and lover, and he was her husband. That reflected on her. That was it right? It was biological, ingrained by evolution for a woman to desire a man who was strong and virile

But it would be easier on him if she was satisfied just being his. She wasn't though. She'd tried. For the first three years of their relationship she'd tried. She'd cheated on him once before the rules were put in place. Unable to resist the temptation, she'd let one of her co-workers come in her mouth during an office party. It hadn't been fucking, but it was still cheating.

Kyle had not been there, and it was only her second year there. It was the annual office Christmas party. She'd been drinking the punch all night and was feeling a happy party buzz. She didn't even remember the guy's name. He'd been in another department. They'd danced, and she'd been able to feel his cock against her, hard and erect as they'd moved together on the dance floor. She'd been wearing her wedding ring; she'd been wearing it for just over a year. He hadn't said anything about it, neither had she.

They'd ended up in an empty office on the floor above the party. Maybe it had been his office. It had been dark, they hadn't turned the lights on. She made out with him on his desk. She'd been so hot. He wasn't a great kisser as she recalled, but the excitement of the cheat had been overwhelming. So had the guilt, but somehow that just made her hotter. He'd slipped a hand up under her dress and was petting her pussy through her soaking wet panties. She'd been grinding against him like a school girl on her first date. She remembered he'd slipped a finger inside her as they made out. He'd made her come, flicking his finger against her moist clit tormentingly for at least ten minutes while she'd let him stick his tongue in her mouth. She'd sucked on his tongue lustfully. Her husband was away at a conference. She could have fucked this guy and gotten away with it. Fuck had she wanted too. Very badly wanted to open her legs up and let him penetrate her.

But she loved Kyle. There were no rules then. She was cheating. She couldn't stop herself from cheating at this point. This guy had already made her come with his hand. But there were degrees of cheating.

He'd started to unzip himself when she'd started to come to her senses. She wasn't going to get out of her without getting him off. Well, she could, but he'd be upset and angry. Maybe even make a scene or spread rumors about her.

Maybe even tell people the truth. That she'd made out with him like a drunken prom queen, let him finger her, come on his finger like a horny school girl, and then sent him away with blue balls.

She'd slid off the desk and switched places with him. She sunk to her knees and finished unzipping him. She'd reached in and pulled out his erection. He wasn't very big, which she'd been thankful for. She'd never really liked giving blow jobs in college. It was certainly easier if they weren't very big. Her first real sexual partner in college had been a monster. She'd thought she was going to suffocate the first time she went down on him.

Not this guy though. He fit comfortably in her hand as she stroked him. He groaned. Thankfully it was dark, and they couldn't see each other that well. He was pretty drunk. Maybe he'd forget her face.

She sat up on her knees and put his cock in her mouth. The first cock besides her husband's she'd tasted since they'd started seeing each other two years ago. The first cock besides Kyle's she'd touched since they'd gotten married the year before.

It was fucking delicious.

She could taste his sweat, the smell of his musk and masculinity filled her senses and she swooned. She heard herself moan around the shaft in her mouth.

That must have been what encouraged him to do what he did.

She felt his hands slid up her neck and behind her ears, cupping her jawline and ears. He started to thrust into her mouth. She tried to pull back a little, but he held on insistently, using her mouth to get himself off.

Megan had given plenty of blow jobs before. But the guy had always been laying down, or passive while she'd worked her aching jaw to get him off. Most of the time she'd done it just long enough to get him hard so he could fuck her.

But this guy held on to her head and thrust into her open mouth like he was fucking her pussy. He wasn't big, so it took only a little adjustment to get used to it after the surprise wore off. She relaxed slowly, this wasn't bad at all really. She slid her hands up to his his, feeling him thrust rapidly over and over into her open mouth.

This was, kind of a turn on really. His insistence. His unwillingness to let her back off. Megan liked it when men took charge during sex. A man had never used her in this way before.

She liked it.

After a while she relaxed enough, and got enough control over her breathing to time it around his thrusts. His cock slide in and out of her throat with quick short bursts. She kept her tongue down and let it slide along the bottom of his shaft, enjoying the feeling and taste of him.

Megan submitted to him. She let him fuck her mouth. She cheated on her husband and let a strange man use her body to get himself off with her willing submission.

She'd gagged a little when he'd come. But she let him finish up, swallowing without complaint. The whole experience had taken probably less than five minutes. But she'd let an almost total stranger use her in a way that was supposed to be her husband's right alone.

She'd cheated.

She wasn't going to be able to stop with just a blow job next time either.

Over the next couple of months, she'd dropped hints that she wouldn't mind if Kyle fooled around occasionally. She even dressed up in the skirt and top of her old college cheer outfit and pretended to be one of his students. That had been amazing, he'd fucked her harder and deeper than he'd ever done before. They'd repeated that fantasy several more times in the following months. Finally, they came up with the rules. She couldn't get pregnant, he would be careful. She was confident in his love for her to always come home, and swore the same thing to him.

That weekend she'd let one of ex's from college fuck her brains out in a motel room about a dozen times.

Megan heard her husband's breathing settle into deep rhythm of sleep.

She rolled over to face him. She studied the lines on his face as he slept. He was a handsome man. Probably the most handsome man she'd ever been with. He was approaching forty, but still showed no signs of age, just a kind of masculine maturity he wore well. He'd actually gotten better looking with age, she thought. He'd be a handsome man well into his fifties probably, even sixties. He'd have no trouble landing the college co-eds as a forty something. Perhaps even in his early fifties.

He was smart too, a ph. D in his field, a tenured professor. Witty, charming, responsible, capable of being a gentle and tender lover, and equally capable of roughly fucking a woman until she felt like she was going to be split in two.

Megan loved him.

God how she loved him. She felt a deep sort of sadness. He deserved better than her. He deserved a woman that could be faithful, a woman that could be content with his affections. A woman that could bear his children.

The last though brought a lump to her throat.

She nuzzled her head under his chin and wrapped her arms around him. He sleepily murmured something and wrapped one his arms around her.

She would try. She would try to be just his. Maybe if she could get through a year without breaking her vows, she'd talk to him about surrogacy Maybe it was time for her to put aside her wild ways and settle down. For him.

Two days later, Megan cried out in ecstasy as she rode Todd's long cock.

She threw her head back and bounced up and down on his delightfully long shaft. He was hitting all of her pleasure buttons. She was very close to coming for the third time already.

They were in her and Kyle's bed again, there hadn't been time to go anywhere else. Kyle would be home in an hour, and Todd had dropped her off from work. They'd barely made it to the bedroom before they'd started undressing each other. She'd been wet and sloppy the instant they'd flopped on the bed. She'd straddled him and guiding him inside her achingly empty pussy like a hot, very hot, knife through butter.

She'd been bouncing up and down on him for ten minutes now, thrashing around like a wild thing while they fucked.

She was coming again. She cried out loudly and bent backwards, thrusting her breasts out in front of her as they bounced up and down with sweaty slapping sounds. Todd pulled one of his hands off her hips and grabbed her breast, kneading it roughly and tugging on her nipple hard.

"Oh Fuck! Yes! Fuck!" she cried as the waves of her orgasm ripped vocalizations from her throat.

"Oh fuck baby!" he said, and began thrusting up hard into her. He was going to come too.

She gasps as she felt his cock spasm and splash his seed deep in her. He groaned deep and gutturally

She collapsed down on him, panting hard as he continued to thrust into her, his manhood spasming with every plunge, spurting another load of his seed into her. She kissed him hard, their open mouths panting into each other as their tongues swirled and wrestled.

She loved it, feeling his fluids hot inside her. She squeezed her vaginal muscles against his cock, pressing tight around him. He groaned. She felt some of his semen squish out of her and start to run down her thigh.

"Goddamn baby," he panted, flopping his arms above his head as they broke off the kiss, "You weren't kidding when you said that you were horny." He chuckled, giving the arrogant smirk she found sexy on him. I just fucked a man's wife in his bed and she loved it, the smirk said.

She rolled off of him, still catching her own breath. That last orgasm had been intense. She'd been thinking about Kyle's hot young blonde assistant bouncing on his thick tool; about him coming inside of her, deep into her womb. That had been what set her off.

She just smirked at Todd though, and said, "Go get a shower first. Kyle will be home soon. Don't have time for any more funny business."

Todd gave a quick nod and pulled himself up to a sitting position, "we should find some time where I don't have to rush off after fucking you. I'm beginning to feel a bit like the 'dump and run' days of college."

She smirked. She hadn't minded the dump and run days. She'd never been much for cuddling afterward "Are you going to the San Diego thing next month? Jenkins is sending me in his place. Fucker. It's going to be the same shit as last year, but our department needs someone there, and I still don't have the seniority to duck it," she said with a sigh.

He raised his eyebrows with interest, "Actually I hadn't planed on it. But I however, do have the seniority to go if I want. I think we might be able to arrange something..." he said with a very suggestive tone in his voice.

Megan grinned, "Alright then. Now go clean up. I still need to shower myself."

"Yes ma'am," he said with a little salute. She threw his shirt at him as he ducked into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, he was gone, and she was stepping out of the shower and into their bedroom. She was unwrapping the towel from around her to get her clothes back on when she saw it. On the bed sheet was a very noticeable wet spot where she had been laying. Fuck. She'd have to change the sheets again. She'd just done that two days ago. Kyle would definitely notice that. Worse, it was on his side of the bed, so there was no hiding it with her own body by getting into bed first.

Why the fuck had she brought Todd into the house?

"Shit," she swore quietly to herself. For seven years she'd followed the rules and never brought a guy back to her house. Why was she breaking them now with Todd? Especially twice in as many days. Was she breaking rule three now too? Rule one was already out the window. Todd and Juliette had been friends of her and Kyle's for years.

Megan sighed and quickly got dressed. She changed the sheets quickly, but didn't make the bed completely, leaving the covers and pillows sort of haphazard in their arrangement. Maybe if the bed wasn't freshly made he wouldn't be as likely to notice.

Satisfied as she could be with the solution, she was just finishing up ordering dinner for the evening when she heard Kyle's car pull in. He was thirty minutes early. Holy fuck that could have been disastrous. If he'd have come home while Todd had still been in the shower, or worse, still been fucking her...

Luckily she'd put her hair up so it didn't get wet from the shower, but it would be tough to disguise that she'd just showered. Dammit, this was cutting it too close. Kyle didn't like it when she'd just been with someone very recently. If he noticed these things, he'd be in a sour mood all evening. She sighed, well, there was nothing to do but suck it up. She had quite literally made her bed, now she was going to have to lay in it, and hope he didn't notice the wet spot.

As it turns out, he hardly noticed anything that evening. He was upset because of things happening at work. Or at least, that is what he said. They ate diner in mostly silence, watched the news together, cuddling on the couch, then a couple of dumb talent reality shows she liked. She hardly watched them. She laid her head against his husband's chest and basked in the feeling of his arms around her. She chewed on the aftermath of her guilt all evening. She'd broken two rules; she was dangerously close to the third. She should break it off with Todd.

Breaking it off with Todd could prove difficult though. He knew her. He knew where she lived. He knew Kyle, and where he worked. She and Todd worked for the same tech company. Different departments sure; he was an engineer, she was in marketing. But they were only a couple of floors apart. Hell they carpooled together. Megan was friends with his wife, Juliette. There were so many ways Todd could make things rough on her if she broke it off, the least of the things he could do was tell Kyle everything, and then Kyle would know she'd broken the rules.

That would not be good. Kyle would be furious. He might tell her that the arrangement was off, no more affairs. She wasn't sure she could live up to that. She'd wanted to make it a year without sleeping with another man - she'd barely made it two days. She doubt she could go the rest of her life without cheating. Worse, he might be so angry he'd ask for a divorce.

That made her heart skip whole beats. She was pretty sure she couldn't go years without having an affair, rules or no rules; but she was positive she couldn't go on without Kyle in her life.

No, the best thing was to keep things going with Todd for the time being. Maybe ease off on the frequency a bit. Certainly stop bringing him to the house, that was a no-brainer. They'd have to keep things at a distance, like this upcoming conference. They'd be able to fuck each other stupid at this thing, maybe she could wear him out, or convince him to back off a little.

He may have been cheating on his wife without her knowledge, but Megan an arrangement. He needed to respect that. Maybe if worst came to worse she'd threaten to expose him to Juliette. That was an idea. Megan could tell him that if Kyle found out, he'd merely be angry, but if Juliette found out, she'd be livid. They had no rules, no arrangement. She could divorce him for having an affair and he'd lose everything. Megan certainly didn't want to do that to him, but if she had too, she'd maybe use it as leverage.




The Rules Violation Ch. 01



She leaned further into her husband as the last show wound down. He was breathing deep and soft. Megan looked up and smiled; he was asleep. She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. They were warm, dry, and soft. She kept kissing him, brushing her lips lightly against his until he woke up. She smiled down at him, feeling a bubble of affection well up and burst inside her chest.

"Sleepy head, bedroom is this way," she said softly.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled and rubbed his face.

She took his hand, helped him up, and led him to their bedroom. They undressed and laid down, spooning together. She pulled his arm tight around her, under her breasts.

God she loved him. She'd do whatever it took to preserve things.

(Kyle)

It was about midnight when there was a knock on the door.

Kyle was sitting home alone on his couch watching reruns of a sitcom he hadn't enjoyed even when it was new fifteen years ago. Megan had been gone for three days now at that stupid conference. He'd tried to arrange time with Wendy, but she was spending the week with her boyfriend. She hadn't said no last week when she'd given him a blow job in his office after hours; she seemed quite eager in fact. But she didn't want her boyfriend catching wind of her messing around with her boss. So she'd turned him down.

Which was fine he guessed, but now he had to sit at home and try not to think about Megan hooking up with some strange guy at her business conference. He knew she would. She always did. It was the best time for it really. No chance of breaking any of the rules.

He got up to answer the door.

It was Juliette.

"We need to talk," she said, and brushed past him to step inside.

"Come on in," he said after a second and shut the door.

Juliette was a knockout. Taller than Megan by a couple of inches, dark brunette hair that hung in waves down to her shoulder blades, sexy green eyes, and a full figured curvy body; she was kind of the opposite end of the spectrum from Megan's California cheerleader looks. She was dressed in a wine colored cocktail dress, and a fashionable black trench coat. She marched into the middle of his living room and took off her coat, turning to face him as she dropped it on the back of the couch.

She was dressed to kill. A powerful jungle cat out on the prowl.

Kyle raised his eyebrows in appreciation.

"What's the occasion? Haven't seen you this dressed up since last New Year's eve when the four of us hit the town," Kyle said, heading to the kitchen to offer her a drink.

"I came to see you," she said simply, "I'll take some of that Glenfiddich I got you for your birthday if you still have some," she continued as he walked past her.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, he'd never seen her drink anything stronger than a glass of wine. Eighteen year old scotch was not what he pictured her drinking. He pulled it down from the top shelf though and got two tumblers from the cabinet.

"Rocks?" he asked.

"No thank you," she said. Her voice was steady, but he could hear rage just under the surface; ready to bubble up like lava.

He poured a couple of fingers of whiskey in each glass and walked them over to her. She held out her hand for it, and he could see her fingers just slightly trembled. Their fingers brushed as the glass changed hands, and she caught his eye for a moment, then looked down and away.

Damn, that had been a sexy look.

Rule number one, never at our house. Rule number two, never with someone we know.

He sighed and pulled his hand away. "What's wrong Jules?" he asked and leaned back against the couch.

She took a large sip of the whiskey. She didn't shudder or wince as she swallowed it.

"You know what I do for a living right?" she said, more looking for confirmation than asking a question.

He nodded, "You're a software engineer for smart phones still right?"

She nodded.

He shrugged, "What about it?"

Juliette took another large sip of her scotch and then sat the now half empty glass on the coffee table. She pulled her phone out of her purse and turned it over in her hands a few times.

"About a year ago, I started developing an application that police could install on a suspect's phone remotely, to turn it on via the wireless connection, and turn the camera and microphone on by remote command," she said.

Kyle raised his eyebrows, "With a warrant I hope."

She shrugged, "I just do what I'm asked. There are already a dozen apps that can do it, but our goal was to make the whole process remote, to never need access to the suspect's phone; to make it invisible once there, and to give no sign it was operating."

"Sounds very James Bond," he smirked a little.

She didn't smile. "The project was scrapped. Too many ethical and legal problems. But I kept my code. It was an interesting project, and I kept developing it in my spare time."

"Interesting hobby," he said, taking a drink of his own scotch.

"Well, I almost wish I hadn't," she said. She turned her phone face up and unlocked it, then started tapping things with her thumb.

Kyle sat forward a little.

She hit a button and the sound of a woman in the throes of orgasming poured out of her phone.

Kyle raised his eyebrows.

"Last month, I started getting suspicious of Todd. He was acting strange, working late, coming home freshly showered..." she said over the sounds of sex coming out of her phone.

Kyle didn't need the rest spelled out for him, "You suspected he was having an affair, so you put this software on his phone..."

She nodded. She picked up her glass and drained half of it. The woman's voice peaked, and she cried out a few curse words, apparently announcing her orgasm with a spout of vulgarity. His flesh prickled. Her voice...

"I recorded this last week. It's a little muffled, because his phone was probably in his pocket, but it's the clearest quality I have of about half a dozen sessions,"

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"shouted the woman on the phone. There was an audible slapping sound. Whoever it was was getting fucked pretty hard.

He felt his hands begin to sweat. He looked up at Juliette, she was watching him carefully.

"It's Megan, Kyle. That's your wife," she said.

Kyle stood up. He could hear Megan's recorded voice winding down, but then the slapping pitched up tempo and her voice pitched and gasped again, she was probably going to come again. He knew her rhythms. He wanted to smash the phone.

"Turn it off," he said. His voice was made of steel.

Juliette reached over and hit a button. The playback stopped, leaving the room silent.

He started to speak, but she interrupted, "He uses her name after they finish up. She says something else I can't quite here, but I can make out your name."

He held up his hand.

She stopped talking.

He let out his breath slowly.

He was pissed. But he also pretty much had already known.

"I know you and Megan have an open relationship, she told me last year, so I guess you aren't surprised really. But she also told me there were rules," Juliette said.

Kyle nodded, "Never in our house, never with people we both know, and never get so attached you can't break it off cleanly."

"Well it's none of my business how you handle things with your wife. But Todd and I have no such arrangement. Nor would I ever agree to any arrangement where he got to fuck my best friend," she said. She sounded hurt now, and bitter.

"I'll ask her to break if off, it's the best I can do..." he said. Oh yeah, Megan would break it off alright. And he'd probably break his foot off in Todd's ass.

Juliette shook her head, "No. You do that, and it'll destroy our friendship, and Todd and I will go through a messy divorce."

Kyle looked at her with a frown. "You don't want a divorce?"

She shook her head and took another large sip of the scotch, "No. Even with proof of an affair - which I don't have really, since all I have is audio, we have no pre-nup. He'd still get half of everything. The house, alimony from me since I make about fifty percent more than him; no, I don't want a divorce."

"What do you want then?" he asked.

She finished the last of her whiskey without looking up. She slowly set the glass down on the table, and then stood up slowly. The satiny material of her dress slid provocatively along her thighs as she moved. She walked over to him, still not looking up to make eye contact.

Reaching up, she took the tumbler of whiskey out of his hand and set it down. Her other hand snaked up behind his neck, and her fingers laced into the back of his hair. Her perfume wafted forward with her, and she smelled spicy; it wasn't a scent he'd ever smelled on Megan or any of his other partners before.

Still without making eye contact he pulled her self up and brushed his lips across his slowly. It was just a touch, a feather of lips against lips, but her breath was hot and moist against his mouth. He swallowed. She was intensely sexy. He could feel the ample mounds of her breasts brush up against his chest; full and heavy, but there was no way she was wearing a bra in that dress. He could feel her nipples hard beneath soft fabric.

Finally, as she pulled back a little, she looked up and made eye contact. Her mouth was parted slightly, and she flicked just the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip. She wanted more. Another kiss. She wanted lust.

They kissed again, and wrapped their arms around each other. Her mouth opened and their tongues swirled together. She breathed out a heavy moan and stood up on her tip-toes to make herself even with his mouth.

"Do you think I'm sexy?" she breathed against his lips as they parted a few intense moments later.

"Very," he said. He meant it too. This wasn't a young co-ed, eager to get herself off with her professor. This was a woman; all curves and soft lines contained - just barely, in burgundy satin. Her raven hair cascaded down her back, her lips were dark red and hot; her eyes, still half closed from the kiss were bright blue and glistening with emotion.

"Todd hasn't touched me in months," she whispered, kissing him again, her arms clung to him longingly. "I'm not wearing a single fucking thing under this dress," she said and arched herself against him.

Kyle felt his cock begin to swell and become erect; start to strain against his clothing as she continued swirling her tongue around his lips and dart between them to tag his. Her breath tasted of whiskey and arousal. She was practically climbing him as she pulled herself up with her arms tight around his neck.

In the back of his mind, somewhere under the testosterone surge of this sexy woman throwing herself at him, Kyle thought of the rules.

Never at our house.

Never with someone we know.

Juliette moaned against his lips and ran one hand down his chest to slide it up under his shirt and around to his spine, using it to pull herself even tighter against him. He could feel his cock bulging against her stomach.

He pulled away from her oral onslaught for a moment, "I can't." he said reluctantly.

She pressed her lips against his neck when he pulled his mouth away and sucked at his flesh moaning, "Yes you can, Megan said you guys can fuck whoever you want..." she ran her hand down to the bulge in his pants and squeezed. He was rock hard and uncomfortably contained in his trousers. He fought to keep out a groan as her hand squeezed and rubbed him through his clothes.

"And I can tell you want to fuck me, right now, and I really, really, want you too..." she kissed him again.

"Only because you're pissed at Todd," he said around the kiss.

She squeezed his cock again firmly and he felt his resolve wearing out fast.

"So what? You bet I am. Not just because he betrayed me," she said and kissed him with a hot open mouth again, swirling her tongue against his, "but he also has been so busy fucking your wife, he hasn't touched me in months. I'm ready to claw my eyes out I'm so horny..." she panted huskily against him.

"Jules... you're a friend, I care about you a lot," he started to say in protest. He felt her unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down.

"So you only fuck twenty something college girls you don't care about?" she reached her hand down his pants and ran her fingers along his boxer briefs, she pulled his achingly hard cock up straight so it wasn't straining against his pants anymore. The relief ripped a moan from his lips.

"That's not what I meant..." he said.

She kissed him again, then whispered, "I get it, you think if we do this, for the reasons you think I'm doing this, that I'll regret it," Her fingers danced along the fabric, teasing his shaft with her fingers. She gave him another squeeze.

He closed his eyes, "something like that..." he groaned.

"Why don't you let me worry about my reasons Kyle..." she said, and then sunk to her knees.

He watched as the dark haired beauty pulled his cock out, swollen and throbbing from his pants; wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft. Her finger nails were painted the same dark red as her lips, and they contrasted strikingly against her pale skin and the hot flesh of his cock. She looked up and ran her tongue along the underside of his manhood, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

He was done. He couldn't refuse anymore.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back in acceptance of the inevitable.

In seconds he felt her warm, wet mouth engulf him.

Fuck he loved being in a woman's mouth.

She sucked greedily, running her lips up and down him tightly. She moaned.

He looked down to watch his member disappear into her dark red lips. Her eyes were shut in pleasure, and her hand kept a tight hold on the base of his shaft, holding him in place.

Fucking shit that was a sexy sight.

It was even sexier knowing that she was his friend's wife.

He watched them kiss during barbeques, corporate luncheons, holiday parties, and just coming over for dinner. He'd always found her attractive but had never entertained fantasies about her. He knew she went home to her husband happily. Or at least he'd assumed she did.

Now she was here, on her knees on the floor of his living room, sucking his cock with greedy enthusiasm. Holy fuck.

She continued to suck him for several minutes. Each of them getting more into it and more turned on with each time her mouth dove down along his thick shaft. She pulled off of him and stood up. They kissed passionately, mouths open and eagerly pawing at each other.

Together, the pulled her dress up and over her head. Her hair fell free behind it and her arms held onto his neck.

She was indeed, not wearing a single fucking thing under it.

Her breasts were full, much larger than Megan's, but she was pale skinned, with almost no tan. They hung from her chest heavily, smooth swells of milky skin ending in thick prominent dark pink nipples. Her tummy was not perfectly flat like Megan's, but she wasn't even a little bit chubby; just a small pleasantly round swell as his eyes dove down her body to her navel. Her pussy was very neatly trimmed, with just a small lien of dark pubic hair above her clit. Her mound was shaved clean otherwise. It was also slightly puffy and pink, like a ripening peach.

He ran his hands between her legs and found her crotch to be slippery wet. Juliette moaned and almost buckled in his hands as her knees trembled.

"Steady," he said softly against her lips.

"God, I want you inside me so bad."

He kissed her again, and she melded her body against his as they sank down to the floor He put his hand behind her head and laid her back gently. They broke off kissing to pull his clothes off with a quick series of tugs and pulls.

Then they were naked together. She ran her hands up his arms and looked up at him lustfully.

He flexed his legs forward and ran his cock along her wetness. Her eyes rolled up and her eyelids fluttered shut. She let out a soft sigh.

Kyle watched her as she flexed himself u and down the outside of her pussy a few more times. She was slippery and soaking wet, so soon, so was he. He adjusted his position slightly and started to slip into her.

Juliette gasped out as his tip penetrated her and he started to force her apart with his girth.

"Easy tiger," she breathed, "I haven't ever had a guy your size, and it's been a while, gently..." she bit her lip sexily.

Kyle wasn't sure which throbbed harder, his ego, or his cock.

He nodded and eased off on the pressure. He slowly, carefully, worked his way up into her, just an inch more with each stroke. She was very tight, not what he would have expected from a woman married for five years and over the age of thirty. She felt amazing.

Juliette kept her neck arched back, and her hips thrust up. Her hands gripped his arms tightly. As he made the final few thrusts into her, finally burying the hilt of his cock in her wetness, she cried out in ecstasy.

He gently rocked in and out of her, feeling her walls press and glide against him with each exit, and part like hot silk for him with each re-entrance They kissed. She ran her arms up around his neck and held him tightly. He could feel her trembling.

He pulled back a little to look at her. She had tears on her cheeks.

He frowned and stopped his gentle thrusting.

She whimpered and pulled against him, pulling him deeper into her, "Don't stop!" she whispered.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, torn between confusion and lust.

She rocked her body against him, trying to get him going again, she just shook her head, "Not now, please Kyle, don't stop!" she pulled his face down and kissed him again.

It was a new kiss, it was emotional. He felt her swelling up under him, clinging to him with desperation and desire, not just writhing in lust like his lovers generally did. She wanted him. Not his body. Not his cock.

She wanted him.

He felt waves of guilt crashing against him as he began to thrust harder into her, giving in to her desire. He felt his own needs rise up. He hadn't felt anything like this with his wife in years. Sex between them had become a matter of satisfying the physical. They'd reduced it to play, rather than coupling.

Kyle had become so used to closing off his emotions during sex so as not to become attached, he'd started doing it to his wife; and maybe she had been with him too.

Now, as he thrust into Juliette, the wife of one of his friend's, their nerves were raw, exposed. Both made vulnerable by the actions of others. She was no longer crying, she was panting and gasping in pleasure. He wanted her to come. He wanted feel her lose it.

They crashed together. Kissing. Pulling. Gripping. Thrusting.

Not once did Kyle think about Megan. Or Todd. Or anyone else but the woman beneath him.

He was very close, when she gasped out, "You have to pull out. I'm not on anything. I don't want to get pregnant,"

He almost growled in frustration, he was literally just a few strokes from exploding.

"Come in my mouth," she whispered against his lip, almost like she was making a deal with him, offering him the next best thing.

"Alright," he grunted and pulled out with a tremendous expenditure of willpower.

They sat up and she leaned over, quickly taking him into her mouth.

He moaned and couldn't help himself but to thrust as she swallowed him. Her dark hair fell around them and obscured his view, but it didn't matter. He was so close just the sensation of her hair softly brushing his thighs trigger him. He grunted loudly and pushed himself into her eager mouth, spasming with heavy, wet spurts down her throat. She stroked the base of him hard and fast as he came.

He came raggedly, easily one of the most intense orgasms he'd experienced in years.

When he was spent he fell back, panting. Juliette stroked him a few more times and pulled off of him. She sat up and wiped her mouth self consciously.




The Rules Violation Ch. 01



"Come here," he said gently and pulled her over to him to kiss her.

She seemed surprised, but quickly melted against him. It was a surprisingly affectionate kiss for both of them.

"Sorry," she said, after they broke off, "I should have been better prepared."

"We will be next time," he said. Which surprised him a little. He was already willing for next time.

She smiled a little, shyly.

He smiled back, feeling a wave of tenderness and affection.

Fuck. He felt rule number three shatter like so many shards of glass.