14 comments/ 196101 views/ 84 favorites WACFYM Ch. 01 By: seducedHylas w.a.c.f.y.m - Cuckoos "Cuckoos are a breed of bird that are also brood parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests, for instance, a starling. It is the starling family that must raise this intruder and put the effort into its survival. It is from the word cuckoo's breeding practices that we get the word 'cuckolding'. Cuckolding is when a married woman takes another man to her bed, thus rendering her husband ,the male starling,a cuckold." Dr Brooks inspected the couple standing at the receptionist's desk. The Temples were both about thirty years old and good looking.Their nervousness was painfully obvious and she noticed that they held hands, reassuring the other. Natasha Temple turned as the doctor approached. Lilah flashed her her most welcoming smile and got an uncertain one back. Lilah was used to people questioning the fact that she was a doctor, Her body looked as if it were built for sex, not to house a powerful mind. Natasha looked at the doctor, assessing her. She was older than them but not by much. Her blonde hair was tied up neatly, apart from one wavy lock combed to the left and cascading down her cheek. It was her eyes that struck the most. Surrounded by dark shadow, Lilah's eyes were a fantastic shade of intense blue, with a glint in them that spoke of fierce intelligence but also humour. "Mrs Temple? It's a pleasure." Lilah said, extending a hand, her plum shaded lips breaking into another smile. "Dr Brooks." Natasha replied, looking a little relieved. The other woman was emanating an aura of experience and capability. " This is Steve, my husband." "Hello, Doctor." Steve added, shaking her hand as well. Lilah noticed that the man's gaze didn't stray from her face. He was totally oblivious to the hot body she possessed. The waistcoat she wore over a little see-through blouse was designed to accentuate her figure, highlighting her slender waist as well as pushing up and displaying her large breasts. His gaze didn't wonder down her hips, over the barely respectable tight skirt, to check out her long legs. Dr Brooks took a long look at him. Steve was handsome, 5" 10 with longish, scruffy styled black hair. He had soulful brown eyes. His polo short afforded her a good view of his nice biceps and hinted at pecs to match. The open collar let her know that he had a nice lot of chest hair. Yes he was definitely a candidate. She could feel the beginning of her arousal. "Let's go to my office, shall we?" She asked, pointing down the corridor. They nodded in unison, Steve slipping a protective arm around his wife's shoulders. As she walked behind them she checked out his ass. It looked good and firm in his jeans and she could barely stop herself from reaching out and groping it. 'Patience' she thought to herself. ' This one will take some time..."The way the couple kept looking at each other she could tell that they were devoted to each other. She glanced at the ornate tattoo on the inside of her wrist- capital J followed by the letters w.a.c.f.y.m written in an old fashioned script. 'but you will be mine in the end...' ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Lilah looked at the file on her desk. "You've been married five years?" The couple smiled and nodded. "And you've been trying for a baby for two years?" "Yes." Natasha confirmed. "Your GP writes that he ran some tests." "Steve's...um..sperm is fine but...." Natasha interjected. Her husband gave her hand a squeeze. She smiled. He had never, not for a second, made her feel as this was her fault. Every step of the way he had made her feel that this was something that they were doing together. "That's okay, Natasha." Lilah smiled. "I understand. This clinic specializes in cases just like this." The Temples looked adorably hopeful. "This means the world to Nat and me...to start a family together." Steve added. "Your doctor explained how this works? That you choose a donor from our database, we take some eggs and use Steve's sperm to fertilise them, implanting the embryoes in your womb, Natasha?" "Yes. I know it's...." Natasha trailed off ruefully. " We just really want this, doctor." Steve concluded. " I should warn you that IVF is not an easy processs, it's expensive... Your health plan covers the cost, right?" Steve nodded. "and despite our best efforts, it is not always successful. " Lilah declared sympathetically before outlining the steps that were involved, the treatments and injections that Natasha would face in the months ahead and the inevitable strain it would place on their marriage. "We can get through anything together." Steve said, more to his wife than to the doctor. More than anything he wanted to be be a father, to have a child with the woman he loved. Lilah felt nauseasous but covered it well. +++++++++++++++++ "However, this may place undue emphasis on the male victim. In ornithology both starling parents are equally victims. +++++++++++++++++ One week later ++++++++++++++++ He had wanted their child to be a product of their love for each other but that had not been God's will. And when IVF was proposed, from the start Steve had suggested that they find a donor that matched with Natasha as closely as possible. All he ever wanted was to make her happy. They agonised over the database. The folder had literally hundreds of candidate donors that had red hair, green eyes or freckles but very few that had all three. Throw in the choices that had to be made about health records and academic history and at times it looked like they would never select one. "I'll love any child we have together, regardless of what it looks like." Natasha told Steve. "I know but...I don't want you to..." He stammered. He couldn't find a way to voice his worry, that in a biological sense this wouldn't be her child. She seemed to understand anyway. "Steve, I'll be carrying the baby for nine months. I'll give birth to it...What do genes matter compared to that? It will be your baby and for that reason alone I'll love it no matter what. " She said earnestly. "I love you." He replied. "I know." Natasha informed him before she kissed him. He kissed her right back. All these years later he never tired of her lips. He thought back to their first kiss. He'd only had a few girlfriends so he never felt very confident with girls. He always felt so shy just talking to them but with Natasha there'd been an instant connection when they'd meet at a friend's party. Even so it had taken him weeks to get up the nerve to ask her out. When she said yes he'd been over the moon. For their first date Steve had taken her to a fairground. When she took his hand as soon as they had gone in, he never wanted her to let go. The fair had been busy but if felt as if no one else existed in the world. Later, sitting high up on the Big Wheel they leant in to kiss her. She'd tasted of cotton candy and he knew that she was the only woman for him. A year and a half later he'd proposed to her at another fair, a different Big Wheel. It was as if time stood still until she accepted. For the rest of the night it seemed the noise of the crowd was raucously congratulating them, every scream and laugh meant for them. Steve smiled. Back in the present Natasha had closed the folder. She looked at her husband as she took him by the hand. "Let's go to bed." She pleaded breathily. +++++++++++++++ She pushed him onto the bed before walking to the door to dim the lights. Steve watched as she slowly walked towards him, undoing a button of her dress with each step. By the time she got to the foot of the bed Steve was hard, the shape of it distinct in his pyjama bottoms. Natasha let her nightdress slip to the floor. "God you're beautiful." Steve whispered as he sat up to take her left hand. He kissed the inside of her wrist. "This is my favourite part of you." He told her. "What about my right one? Its just as good." Natasha asked, proffering it to him. Steve played at looking it over before kissing that one too. "No...it's nice but its not the same." He decided. Natasha laughed lightly. "I thought you said this was your favourite part?" She said, twisting to point at a dimple on the small of her back. "Did I say that?" He replied, turning her so he could check out her small rear. She shivered as she felt his tongue glide over the spot and one of his hands reached round to caress her soft belly, low so that he occasionally brushed up against the red curls of her bush. She felt two of Steve's fingers begin to travel down the back of her leg until they began to tickle the back of her knee. "Mmmm that feels nice..." She sighed. A minute passed then she turned back to face him. Natasha bent over to kiss him, her hands in his hair then she climbed onto his lap. His lips headed south, down her neck, then onto her collarbone. He cupped her pale breasts, each a handful, and brought them up to meet his mouth. "Aaaah..." She moaned at the sensations he was illiciting. She shifted so he could feel the warmth of her on his groin through the cotton. He wanted to be inside her but there was no rush. He loved to take it slow and relaxed with Natasha. Right now it was enough to feel her squirm against him as he nibbled an earlobe, teaming it up with running his slightly rough palms over her erect nipples. He let himself fall back onto the sheets, bringing her with him. She sat astride him and ran her fingertips through his chest hair. He put his heads behind his head, a pose he knew that Natasha liked as could admire his manly torso and dark armpits. She wiggled on top of him as she reached up to let her red hair fall about her shoulders. She gave her head a shake, Steve liking the way it made her breasts move. His wife crossed her arms over them as if suddenly coy. Sometimes she liked to play modest even though they'd never felt uncomfortable being naked in front of each other, the only woman Steve had ever experienced that with. She reach down between her legs, her body laguage suggesting that she felt a little naughty but couldn't help herself. Natasha avoided his eyes playfully as she stroked her folds. Her creamy skin seemed to glow by the light of the lamp. Steve couldn't resist reaching out to run a hand over one of her thighs. It seemed to shake her out of her reverie. Wordlessly they spoke to each other and they rolled so that Natasha was on her back and her husband was on top of her. Steve pushed his pyjamas down. He glanced at her quickly, as he always did, to check she was ready and then he entered her. "Hoh..." He moaned. She wrapped her arms round his back as their bodies merged together. He kissed her shoulder as he worked up a steady rhythm. Steve raised himself up a little with his arms so he could look down and watch the expressions ripple across his wife's face, the way she bit her lip or exhaled when he was inside her. She closed her eyes as she always did when her climax was close, he could always feel it in the way her pussy felt too. She was always quiet when she came, just like now, her mouth forming a perfect 'O'. He loved that about her and the way that when her eyes opened again she always looked a little puzzled. Steve grabbed on to the pillows as he sought his own orgasm. It had been building steadily, in his balls and suddenly it was there, that release as he spilled his seed inside her. He kissed her forehead and rolled off her. As they talked for a bit before drifting off to sleep Steve was pleased that trying for a baby had not stopped them enjoying lovemaking simply for being close to one another. +++++++++++++++ "Now some may say that cuckolding is a sexist term. Only female infidelity is given such a specific term and that male infidelity is tolerated and expected. In defense, one response is that in the world where inheritance is passed often down through paterlineal lines, only the paternity of a child is of consequence." +++++++++++++ A few days later Steve and Natasha had finally chosen a donor and returned to the fertility clinic. Lilah had praised their choice before setting Natasha the task of filling in the paperwork. Steve had a different job to accomplish. He was ushered into a little room and told to bring his sample to the nurse's station when he was done. He was feeling very awkward. He'd been able to provide his GP a sample from home, and that had been bad enough, though Natasha had made it a bit more fun. He'd wanted to ask if Natasha could, you know...come in with him but a sign on the door made it very clear that no women were allowed into these rooms. ++++++++++++++++ Lilah sat in her office watching on a small screen as Steve looked around the room. She got off watching the men that came to her clinic jerking themselves off, unaware of her voyeurism. The slight graininess of the footage only added to the thrill. She was simply dying to see what Steve's cock looked like. In fact her hand had already slipped into her moist panties. Steve's awkwardness was clear as he sat and started to rub his fly. It became evident that a few minutes later that nothing was happening. She quessed that he was suffering from performance anxiety. Many men did. She watched as he inspected the shelves of pornographic material the clinic provided. The quality of the camera didn't prevent Lilah from seeing the blush that spread across his face. ++++++++++++++++ Steve didn't masturbate often. The last time he'd jerked himself off was on a business trip last year. He'd been thinking of Natasha, had called her and they had gotten carried away. Now he was faced with dozens of DVDs , each one decorated with images of women, completely naked, some bent over to show their perfect asses, others with their legs spread, shaven pussies galore. Steve hadn't viewed any porn since college. He was a little ashamed that his cock was responding to them. He picked one that featured a blonde girl on the cover, wearing white lacy underwear and slipped the disc into the player. The film started as Steve sat back down on the couch and put the plastic jar down beside him. ++++++++++++++ Lilah smiled as Steve unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He was big, maybe nine inches if she had to quess, cut and thick. Steve kept looking at the TV and glancing away though he was clearly aroused as the blonde star lay on the hood of a car, being fingered by her chaufer. He began to tug on his penis with his whole hand. Lilah wondered who would cum first...the married man or the woman who was spying on him...it didn't matter...she couldn't wait to get him in the flesh... ++++++++++++++++ The star was telling the guy just how much she wanted his cock, how she wanted him to fuck her hard...Steve had never heard such dirty talk or thought that he'd be so turned on by it. Steve had felt guilty at first as he watched the screen but he'd soon lost himself as the action unfolded. The guy was really giving the girl what she wanted and she was showing her appreciation very vocally. His eyes glued to screen Steve began to wank, slowly at first then increasing in speed, sometimes switching to using a thumb and forefinger to grip his swollen head and thrust a bit with his hips. The stud in the film wanted to cum on the girl's big tits. Steve imagined himself doing the same thing. He closed his eyes, unable to hold back any longer. He was going to cum at the thought. He was so caught up in the dirty fantasy that he only just remembered the little plastic jar in time. +++++++++++++++++++++++ A week later. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Steve had left work but had not headed for home. This surprised Lilah, who was stalking him to work out his life and interests. So far that had consisted of work, church and family. She'd figured he was the type of guy who was happy with this ordinary life. This was new. Intrigued, she pulled over as Steve made a right turn, pulling his car to the kerb near to where a bunch of men stood on the sidewalk. They all welcomed him as he got out of the vehicle. Lilah followed the group to a club called White's. She raised an eyebrow...she didn't think that Steve would be the type of guy to venture in there, even with a group of buddies. Did Natasha know that her loving husband went into strip joints? Or did he lie to his wife? Still maybe the sight of all those naked ladies gyrating round poles would make him horny and, if he had a bit of alcohol, more susceptible when she made her move. She smiled. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Lilah turned on the radio and climbed into the back seat. Quickly she undressed and changed her clothes. Tonight, emboldened by her interpretation of his behaviour, she decided she was going to make her first move. Turns out Lilah didn't have to wait long. Steve exited the joint after thirty minutes. She had to think quickly. He was walking towards the parking lot. She scrambled out through the passenger door, hoping that the SUV parked next to her blocked her from his view. She grabbbed her purse and and snuck to the sidewalk before she straightened up. "Doctor Brooks?!" Steve exclaimed. "What are you doing round here?" "I was at a party a block over. I thought there was a taxi rank down here." She lied. "I can ask you the same question." She replied, a little out of breath, moving her head to indicate the club Steve had just left. "I didn't know it was a strip club, honest." He said holding up his hands with a little laugh ." I'm a happily married man so I made my excuses and left." He looked at the doctor. She was dressed up in a classy little black dress, the split at the side granting him a flash of black suspender belt. She wore an onyx choker around her neck and nothing over her shoulders. She looked cold and, on these grimy streets, vulnerable. "Why don't you let me drive you home?" He asked as he pulled off his jacket and offered it to her. "My car's just over there." "Thank you." She replied, giving him a grateful smile. "You're a hero." +++++++++++++++ "Well here we are." Steve said, pulling to the kerb. "Do you want to come up? I feel I should get you a coffee or something for rescuing me tonite." " I don't know..." Steve answered. It felt strange to be invited into the home of someone he barely knew. Besides he'd done the gentlemanly thing...there was no need to thank him for it. "Is Natasha expecting you home...?" "Oh...not 'til later but..." For a second it occured to him that she might be coming on to him but he dismissed it. Lilah knew he was married. He felt bad for even thinking it. "I don't want to be a bother..." He added. "Oh come on...come in...I insist. Besides you can pick up some books I promised to lend Natasha." Lilah wheedled. Steve felt rude for being so reluctant. He smiled and turned off the ignition. He followed her up the stairs. +++++++++++++ "You have a lovely place." Steve called out. "Thank you. I like it." Lilah yelled back from the open-plan kitchen. He looked around the very minimalist apartment, lots of white marble everywhere and modern art on the otherwise bare walls. At least the sofa looked comfortable. He was unsure whether he should sit down on it. "Here." Lilah said, handing him a glass of red wine that matched the one in her own. "I thought we were having coffee?" "One won't hurt." She whispered mischieviously in his ear as she steered him to the seats. He took a sip of the liquid. "This is very nice." "My husband imported it from France." She said, keeping the lies coming...it worked though. Steve relaxed visibly at the mention of the fictional husband. WACFYM Ch. 01 "I didn't know you were married." He explained, glancing down at her left hand and the lack of a ring on her finger. "Well, ex-husband. We're divorced." And now she had his sympathy. This was going well. She looked at him, assessing him. Would he make a move? She doubted it would even occur to him but if she was careful she could guide him through it. "I like the art. Especially that one." He stated, pointing to one that was bursting with colour. He felt he had to make a bit of small talk though he didn't really like the abstract stuff. Lilah chatted to him about who painted each picture, where she'd bought it and what each one meant to her. Lilah had travelled all over the world. Steve became genuinely interested in the stories she was telling of far of places. His own life seemed small compared to hers. He hadn't even gone away to college. Everything he wanted could be found right here. She fetched him a second glass of wine and he didn't even protest. +++++++++++++ Lilah swivelled on the cushion so her bare back was towards Steve. "Can you help me with this?" She asked, pointing to the choker on her neck. Steve turned to oblige. He could smell her jasmin perfume as he shifted closer to reach up to the clasp. His hip bumped against the small of her back. One of the thin straps of Lilah's dress slipped down off her shoulder. Without thinking Steve moved it back into place, his fingertips brushing over her tanned skin. He glanced down at her back. Suddenly it struck him that he was attracted to her and here he was in her apartment, just the two of them. "I should be getting going..." He muttered as he handed her the piece of jewellery. Lilah turned to face him, a smile playing across her face. "You've had some alcohol..." She reasoned. "Maybe you should stay here tonight....?" "Natasha..." He started to say but Lilah put a finger to his lips. "Shush..." She whispered, rubbing her body up against his arm and taking his hand. She guided it to her thigh. Steve glanced down as their joined hands began to push up the hem of her dress. Her free hand snuck past the buttons of his shirt to massage his chest. He swallowed hard. There was no doubt what this woman wanted but he was unsure what to do. "The bedroom is right through there...." He extracted his hand from hers and pushed her away gently. "I'll...umm... call a cab and come back for my car... tomorrow." He spluttered and ran away. +++++++++++++ The next day Steve was in the plush waiting room outside of Lilah's office. His memory of last night was a little hazy but he wanted to clear the air and to confirm his belief that she hadn't really been coming on to him. That she'd made a mistake, borne of loneliness and alcohol. "Dr Brooks, thank you for seeing me....I just wanted to talk about last night...er..." Steve stammered when the doctor invited him in. "Yes." Lilah replied, her tone neutral. " We'd both had a bit to drink..." He continued, avoiding her level gaze, feeling slightly that she should be the one doing this. "I'm sorry if I gave you any signal that...I think we can both agree that it was a mistake...right?" Lilah wore a slight frown as she stared back at him. In her hurry to bed him she'd come on to strong and now the subtle seduction techique was out of play but Lilah wasn't worried...she'd been doing this for a long time." I was trying to seduce you..." "But I'm a married man!" He cried as her words sunk in. "Ha ha, you think I should be ashamed for trying to bed you? Your wedding ring only excites me more....do you know how many married men I've met in this job?" Steve gulped. The figure must run into the hundreds. "Many of them had never cheated on their wives.... until they met me...." Steve eventually grasped the implication that she fully expected him to join their ranks. "I'll never cheat on Natasha!" Steve declared. "Yes you will. I promise. At first you'll be reluctant," She stated." but you will succumb to temptation like all the others. You'll cheat on her. You'll feel guilty, baby, but it won't last long and you'll keep coming back for more...." Steve's face had taken on a horrified look. "....you'll betray Natasha over and over again." "I wouldn't be so sure!" "Oh, you'll fuck me baby. Know why?" Steve couldn't think of an answer. "Because I am slut. I fuck married men. I'll do whatever you want me to do you and let..you.. do... whatever... you... want... to... me. All the things your wife won't let you. Nothing is out of bounds. My cunt is ready for you any time. You want to spank me, hurt me? That's okay. You want to call me a bitch, a whore? That's okay too. You want to fuck my ass? Fine. My mouth, my ass, my cunt are just waiting for you to fuck them." Steve was shocked by the transformation in the woman before him. He'd never heard such confidence. He was in no doubt that she was telling the truth. She really would let him do those things to her...He backed away from her, opening the door behind him. "I'm a slut in every way, Steve and no man can resist me for long..." She called out to his retreating back. ++++++++++++++++++ A few weeks later ++++++++++++++++= Steve had considered telling Natasha everything but if he did that everything would fall apart. What would happen to the embryoes at the clinic? Would they get a second round of treatment out of their Health Insurance? He had Natasha's emotions to consider too...and worse, he'd have to confess to her that he'd been attracted to another woman....had spent an evening in her appartment. With so much at stake Steve hid the truth though it killed him to keep anything from Natasha. He lied to her and got out of attending any appointments at the clinic. Natasha, meanwhile, was getting on fabulously with Lilah. She returned from the clinic one day and she spoke of nothing else. Lilah had even gotten her enrolled in her art class, held twice a week, saying a hobby would be good for her. Steve couldn't stop her and silently hoped that as Natasha and Lilah became friendly the doctor would be less inclined to try and steal her husband. +++++++++++++ "Anyway ask yourself how an expecting mother could not know the maternity of her child.." +++++++++++++ Two months later they got the news that they were hoping for. "I'm pregnant!!" Natasha cried as she hugged Steve who'd been waiting for her outside the bathroom. "Are you sure?" He asked, so hoping it was true. "I took two." She said, waving both tests in front of him. He enveloped her in his arms and spun her round in the air. "I'm gonna be a dad..." He shouted, jubilant with tears welling up in his eyes. "How does it feel?" He asked as he put her down gently and sheepishly touched her stomach. "There's a baby in there...maybe more than one...we're going to be parents! Oh god..." Natasha sighed, scared but ecstatic at the same time. Steve hugged her again, holding her for a long time. " I guess we should call Lilah, you know...just to make sure...before we tell anyone...."His wife suggested. Steve winced at the mention of Lilah but Natasha was too joyous to notice. Steve felt a knot of confusion in his belly. Still, he couldn't help feeling a little grateful to the woman. She'd made all this possible. They were going to be a family thanks to her. +++++++++++++++++ Lilah confirmed that Natasha had been successfully impregnated and their world suddenly got a lot busier. They went and visited Mary and Norm, Natasha's parents, who had been overflowingly happy to recieve news that they were about to become grandparents. Steve had never been hugged so much in one day. Even stoic Norm had cracked a big old smile. He'd pulled his son to one side to shake his hand and tell him how proud he was. Next up they told Steve's mother, who burst into tears. She'd insisted on calling Paul and Lucy, Steve's brother and sister, straight away, telling them they had to come over. That impromptu family gathering lasted nearly to midnight. "Did you see Stephanie?," Natasha said, speaking about Paul's six year old daughter. "She put head against my belly and asked if she was going to have a boy or girl cousin." "What did you say?" Steve inquired. "That we didn't know yet." She smiled "but that we didn't mind either way." Steve beamed back at his wife before he embraced her. They kissed and Steve's hand slipped to her little behind. "Not tonight, Steve." She replied softly, knowing that he wanted to make love to her. "I'm pretty tired." "Okay." Steve said, settling for another sweet kiss before they undressed and went to bed. He enjoyed snuggling down next to his wife, her warmth in the bed, nearly as much as sex with her. He thanked God for his marriage, where he had found such imtimacy and comforting companionship. ++++++++++++++++ Steve returned home from work, only remembering after he called out for Natasha that she'd gone to that stupid art class. He groaned as he loosened his tie. He'd been horny and semi hard all day and hoping to come home to his loving wife. His mind flashed back to that room at the clinic. There was nothing stopping him relieving himself. Steve recalled the picture of the star of that video and the urge to jerk off began to grow. He looked around, feeling silly. Natasha wouldn't be back for hours as she and Lilah planned to eat at a restaurant close to the college. Steve unbuttoned his shirt as he looked over that their PC in the corner of the den. Without really thinking about it he walked over and turned it on. As the machine connected to the internet Steve unfastened his belt. He typed porn into the google image search and got thousands of choices. He clicked on the first thumbnail. The image opened up and Steve's gaze drifted over the model's naked skin. He wondered what it would feel like, then he felt guilty. His conscience told him that he shouldn't be enjoying the sight of another woman. His cock seemed to disagree, making a tent on his pants. After a second's thought Steve clicked to visit the website. He'd need to sign up to see any of the videos but the softcore photos were free. Natasha didn't have to find out, he told himself...there was no harm in just looking, was there? He clicked on the first link. The blonde girl was young looking, nineteen or twenty and dressed as a cheerleader. The tight sweater looked barely able to contain her large breasts and the skirt was certainly too short to hide her bright red underwear. Steve's eyes roamed over the images. The girl didn't get naked in this first gallery, just teasing him by bending over a lot but in final picture she was squatting, the camera allowed to see the dampness of her panties as she began to pull her top free. He clicked through to the next gallery. She'd removed the sweater. Her tits were big and natural looking. Steve pushed his pants to the floor and sat there in his boxers, absentmindedly stroking his cock. The images were too posed. The girl too smiley. He wanted to see her moan. He clicked on the link to the video, inputting his credit card details when prompted. The film started quickly, camera pulling round to show the team's coach watching the star in the locker room. There was no dialogue as the coach walked up behind her and dropped his shorts. She began to suck on his cock, the cameraman moving to get a shot of her fingering herself. Steve began to wank harder. "Aaa..." He groaned as he leant back a little, his eyes glued to the screen. The cheerleader laid down on the bench, the coach kneeling in front of her as he fucked her pussy. She jiggled her tits as her face contorted with pleasure. She kept crying out 'oh yeah, oh yeah' interspersed with little low whines. Steve pumped up and down with his hand. His eyes were closed as he pictured himself in the place of the coach. "Uh....uh...uuuh..." Steve cried as he shot his load over his dark hairy stomach. He looked around for a tissue, not believeing how good that had felt. ++++++++++++++++++++++ Two weeks later +++++++++++++++++++++++ Steve watched as Natasha decided where the crib was going to go. Was she already beginning to show? He told himself it was too soon. They were in the process of converting the spare room in to the baby's nursery. The sun was pouring in through the open window and they were listening to the radio, playing pop songs from the Sixties. Steve couldn't imagine feeling any happier than this. Steve had already stripped off the old wallpaper and started to paint the walls a pale yellow. He was using green paint to apply some cartoony puppy dog and kitty cat stencils that Natasha had picked out on a shopping trip with his mom and Stacy, Paul's wife. Stuff for the baby was ready flowing in from both sets of grandparents. "This is a nipple pump?" Natasha asked plainly, rumaging through a box. Steve turned, a smirk forming on his face when the little pot of paint tipped, dappling his old t-shirt with its contents. "Oh damn..." He yelled, pulling it off. He looked up to see Natasha gazing at his body. After years of marriage Steve could always tell when Natasha wanted it. His mind immediately turned to sex. He walked over to Natasha, the sun and the breeze feeling good on his back. He reached out to caress one of her pale arms. "No Steve...we can't." Natasha murmured as he lowered his mouth to her neck. "All the books say that we can..." He whispered back. "I'll be gentle..." He added as his hand slipped under her top to cop a feel. "You want to..." "This baby is so ...delicate.... I don't want you to..." She protested, a little stronger than she'd intended. It made him feel like he was forcing her. " Lilah said we shouldn't...you know..." Steve jerked his hand away at the mention of Lilah's name. For weeks he hadn't even thought about her and yet here she was interfering with their lives. He suddenly recalled her words that day in the office. Her intentions... He turned back to the wall, silently resenting the way he was being made to feel like some pervert, harrassing Natasha, when all he wanted was to make love to his wife. That night, when Natasha yawned and said she was going to bed, Steve told her he had to finish up some work on the computer and that she should go up with him. He was wondering if his new favourite website had been updated.... ++++++++++++= The next morning ++++++++++++++ Steve had abandoned his policy of avoidance and gone to see Lilah Brooks. He confronted her in her office. " Did you convince Nat not to sleep with me." He growled. Lilah gave him a bored look. "Steve, I felt it my duty as a doctor to advise her that any 'lovemaking'," She said with a scornful look, " that you or she may initiate may be harmful to the baby..." She continued, spreading her hands. Steve glared at her. She sounded so infuriatingly calm and reasonable. " As a doctor?" He scoffed. "You told her that as part of your sick plan. Do you think that I'll just jump into bed with you because I'm not getting any at home?" Lilah smiled. "You're wrong." Steve growled. "My marriage vows mean something to me." The doctor glanced at her watch. "Natasha told me that you're spending more time online lately. Do you like looking at all that porn? All those pornstars' cunts, Steve? Their tits?" She inquired. "Do you even think about Natasha any more?" Steve's jaw clenched. He already felt so ashamed that he looked at such material, that Nat knew and that she'd shared it with Lilah....unthinkable! He could feel his face warming. He wanted the Earth to open up and swallow him. He shifted nervously. How often did he think about Natasha any more? Hardly ever... "Does it satisfy you to jerk off to porn, Steve? Wouldn't a nice warm pussy feel so much better?" She asked as her hand slipped to the crotch of her pants. He gulped. "You're psychopathic!" Steve cried. "Actually I'm a sociopath, darling. Now, if you aren't going to get down on your knees and eat my sweet pussy, I do have patients waiting..." Steve couldn't think of anything to say. Lilah stood up, walked to the door and held it open for him. Steve walked through it, numbly. Nothing in his life had prepared him for a situation like this. He'd been raised to respect women, to honor them. His few girlfriends had been nice girls. He had no idea to handle one who made it so clear that she was out for sex. A slut. He wanted to hurt her, for how she made him feel. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ That evening. Steve sat in the bar next to his brother. He was feeling morose. He should be looking forward to his future with Nat and their child but that seemed so far away. "Been a while since we did this." Paul posited. Steve nodded, taking a gulp of beer. "So what's up?" Paul urged. Steve paused. He and Paul were close and he really wanted to offload his problem to his brother but didn't think he could bring himself to explain the situation with Lilah. " When Stacy was pregnant with Stephie...did you still...you know...?" " What, have sex? Oh yeah, Stace was as horny as hell most of the time, at least until towards the end. Then thought she was ugly and didn't want to so much. I didn't mind that much, the belly kinda weirded me out a bit." Paul chuckled. "What's it like now? I mean..how often...?" "You know, we're not at it like rabbits anymore, maybe twice a week. But your priorities change, man, when you become a dad...." Paul looked at his older brother. "Nat's stopped the hanky panky, huh? "Yeah..." "Give her time, bro. I guess she's just feeling scared...I know what it took for you guys to get pregnant..." Paul trailed off." You love her, right?," Steve nodded honestly. "Then just be patient. Things will sort themselves out." "Thanks. I needed to hear that." "No worries." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Lilah pulled her car to the side of the road. Out on the sidewalk, further up, an oblivious Steve was finishing his morning run. Liltih slipped a CD into the player. Quietly Blondie's One Way or Another began to play. She smiled, the song was something of an anthem to her. She watched as Steve stretched on his front lawn. She took in the shape of his torso through the sweaty t-shirt, then gazed down curve of his back where it became his perfect ass. He preferred short running shorts so afforded her a good look at his strong thighs and calves. She could feel herself get wet as she imagined spreading those hairy legs , climbing up and sucking on his married cock. Him, getting sweaty as he was now, not from exercise but from lust and sexual exertion. Her eyes closed briefly as a shudder ran through her body. When they opened again, her prey had gone inside. +++++++++++++ Lilah walked up to the door and fished around in her purse. Using the key she found there she let herself in through the front door. She could hear the sound of the shower running upstairs. Good. Steve wouldn't be able to hear her and thanks to art class, she knew that Natasha was away for the whole day. She shivered with delight, thrilled at invading the home of Steve and Natasha. It felt as if her presence, her purpose tainted their home. Lilah looked at the staircase. Good at DIY Steve had installed himself. The Temples had built their home together and she could see traces of it everywhere. A hatstand with Steve's baseball caps and a beret that must belong to Natasha. The coat rack that looked home made, where his and hers umbrellas hung neatly. The photos of family and friends that adorned the walls, interspersed with pictures of Steve and Natasha. WACFYM Ch. 01 The house was large and well-decorated. Big windows let in lots of light, with an open-plan layout that let her see the spacious kitchen, living room and den from the big hallway. Steve and Natasha had bought it to be a family home, filled with children. Quietly she snuck upstairs. In no time she was in their bedroom and lying on their marital bed. +++++++++++++= Steve stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in only a towel at the waist. Lilah smiled as she saw his tussled hair, down to his broad shoulders. The gold cross on a chain round his neck. His naked chest rose and feel slightly. She drank in his body, his dark hair like a defining shadow across his pecs and flat stomach, not musclebound but fit. The hair travelled down to his narrow waist. He wasn't tanned but his skin was clear, beautifully pale in contrast. "Oh fuck what the....!" He cried as he caught sight of the intruder. He couldn't help it. His eyes flicked down her figure. "You don't look pleased to see a naked woman on your bed..." She observed, smirking. His face was adorable. "Usually it's my wife!" Steve yelled. His gaze travelled down her body again. There was a very hot woman on his bed. She was lying on her side, one long slender leg in front to hide her intimate part.He inhaled deeply as he saw her very large breasts, down to her full hip, no evidence of panties....her leg not raised enough that he was prevented from realising her pussy was shaved.... he pulled his eyes away. He was just being to feel vulnerable, only the towel covering him. He kept his eyes averted as he looked around for his clothes. They were nowhere in sight. "How the hell did you get in here?" He asked, folding his arms across his middle. Always modest, he didn't want her looking at him. "I copied a key when Natasha was in an appointment." "I'm going to call the police right now." He threatened. They would remove this bitch and his point would be made. Lilah slid Steve's cellphone over the bedclothes. "You sent me a message. You told me that your wife was out and that you wanted me to come over. That you wanted me naked on your bed ....and then it spells out exactly what you were going to do to me...very explicit stuff..." "I didn't..." God, the police would do nothing but there was no way Natasha wouldn't find out. Steve ran his hand through his damp hair. He gave her a pleading look, which Lilah ignored. "Why don't you drop the towel? Don't think about Natasha. We'll just be two naked people doing what comes naturally. Come to the bed, Steve, and I'll make you feel so good, like you can't imagine." She whispered seductively. Steve shook his head slowly, rubbing his eyes shut with a hand. He didn't trust them not to wander up and down her pale flesh. "Oh god..." He groaned. "You shouldn't be here." It would so easy to give in, to forget about his wife for awhile, to cheat on her. She'd never know that her husband had succumbed to temptation. There was nothing to stop him. He could fall into Lilah's arms, for an hour or for however long it took until they were both breathless, writhing in ecstasy. "Look at me." Lilah sighed. Steve obeyed. One of her hands had disappeared between her legs. He watched as her arm moved slowly. "Ahhh..." She moaned. "Do you like watching me...?" His head nodded of its own accord. "Are you getting hard yet, Steve?" He was. The towel could not hide his growing arousal. Steve imagined dropping the material, standing in front of her , without a word, waiting for her lips to close round his cock. Instead he stood there frozen with indecision. "I'm so wet..." Lilah promised him deeply. He could hear the ticking of the clock on the bedside table. He glanced at it. Natasha wouldn't be back for hours. Plenty of time to... He looked at the photo in a frame besides the clock. It showed him and Natasha on their wedding day. He looked at Lilah, who raised one suggestive eyebrow. "Maybe you want to think about Natasha as you fuck me. Does it excite you? The prospect of fooling around behind her back...in her bed...?" "No." Steve declared, though uncertainly. "Her breasts are being to swell, aren't they? But they'll never be as big and juicy as mine..." Her words, undeniably true, unintentionally brought home the wickedness of the deed he was actually contemplating. There was nothing to stop him surrendering in to sin but his love for his wife and his own good nature. It was enough. Lord, give me the strength, he prayed silently. "No." He turned and walked to the closet. Anger was slowly filling him and making his hardon subside. He pulled on a shirt and pulled some jeans up under the towel. The coarse material feeling strange to his naked body. Steve looked back the bed. "Get out. I love Natasha and I'm never going to do something to hurt her. I can't stop her from seeing you without upsetting her but, get one thing straight, stay away from me." Lilah could see that he was determined. She got up and pulled on her long coat, trying not to look sulky. "Give me the key. Right now." He demanded. She flung it to the floor. "You need help, Lilah...you have serious problems if the only way you can get off is by preying on married men. You're damaged, in someway...I don't care. I just want your issues as far away from me as possible. If I see you here again I'll get your medical license revoked. Is that understood? She nodded and fled the house. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Natasha and Marge, Steve's mom looked out of the kitchen window at Paul, Stacy and Steve playing soccer on the lawn with Stephanie. Marge patted Natasha on her belly. "Has it started to kick yet? Natasha nodded. She bit her lip. They'd planned to announce this news after church but she couldn't hold it in. "We just found out. It's a girl." Natasha beamed as she told her mother the good news. "Oh that's marvelous!" Marge exclaimed. "Another granddaughter!" She hugged Natasha. "Have you decided on a name?" "Well, if it was boy we were going to call it William, after Steve's dad, but we've decided on Billie..." Natasha said, glancing at the older woman's reaction. Marge welled up at the mention of her husband who had passed away last year. She put her hand to her face. "He'd have been so honoured. Thank you." "Steve said that he didn't mind what we had but I think he was secretly hoping for a girl. He's going to be such a good father." "I'm so pleased. You two really deserve to be so happy." And Marge meant it. She had adored her daughter from the first time Steve had brought her home and she had seen how happy the girl made him. "We're going to ask Paul and Stacy to be her Godparents." Marge clapped her hands together. "I'll put some champagne in the fridge...we can have it after came back from the service." "I might allow myself a small glass..." Natasha grinned as Marge embraced her again. +++++++++++++++++++++ Later that week. ++++++++++++++++++++ Steve finished writing a report and put hand to the bridge of his nose. It had been a really tough day and he was just looking forward to leaving and heading home. He was tired and perhaps a little out of it so he didn't notice Lilah Brooks exit the elevator on to his floor. He switched off his computer and turned his back to the door to retrieve his suit jacket. Lilah liked the businessman look. So smart, neat and tidy. Gray pants that showed off his meaty butt, his shirt hiding his body but hinting at muscles, the tie ready to be pulled off in the heat of passion. Lilah quickly walked up behind him, pressed her body up against his back and wrapped her arms around his chest. Steve stiffened briefly then relaxed. Natasha often visited the office to surprise him especially when she had a craving for tapas, loving the little place down the street. He stroked one of the hands that was caressing his belly. "Hmm..." He moaned, feeling the warmth of the woman behind him. "Hello Steve." Dr Brooks said. Steve spun round, stupefied and with his mouth open a little. Lilah seized the opportunity to bring his face down to hers and slip her tongue in his mouth. It was an excellent kiss and, God, it felt good. Steve ran a hand up Lilah's arm, enjoying the softness of her pale skin. With her lips locked to his, and through the lack of oxygen, Steve was bewitched. When the blonde finally pulled away there was nothing in Steve's eyes, a complete lack of resistance. She smiled. "Take out my hair clip" She whispered. Steve obeyed, gently removing the object. He ran his fingers through her beautiful hair as it fell about her shoulders. "Pull off my t shirt." Steve's hand trembled and hesitated. Perhaps some vestigal reluctance remained....Lilah raised her arms above her head, and arched her back, bringing her breasts to even greater prominence. Running on automatic Steve pulled off her tight t-shirt. His breathing was becoming labored. "Look at my tits." She instructed but there was no need. Steve's warm brown eyes were already drinking in the sight of them, rising and falling before him. They were natural, large and beautiful, with hard nipples showing through her bra. "Undo it." She groaned. Like a good boy, Steve mutely stepped closer, hands reaching behind her and undid the straining undergarment. His left hand slipped round the front to catch one of the now unsupported breasts. Lilah moaned as her patient's husband slowly applied pressure to the flesh, two fingers on a big pink nipple. "Slide down my skirt." Down the skirt went . Lilah shivered as she felt his hands guiding it down. Steve, enjoying the shapeliness of her legs, went down with it, resting on his knees in front of her briefly. His eyeline level with her barely covered mound. He looked up at her, wanting her to tell him to remove to flimsy fabric of her underwear. "Take off my shoes." She raised a foot and Steve, required to stand and step behind the near naked goddess, followed the command. She did the same with the other foot. Steve's seductress was about to speak again when she felt a hand trace its way up her leg to her inner thigh. His lips were on her ass, kissing and licking each ripe cheek exposed by the skimpy thong she wore. Lilah savoured the moment as he worshipped her behind. Then she stepped away and went over to the desk. She turned back to Steve as she popped up onto the polished surface. She spread her legs wide. Steve stood up, his gazing roving all over the hot figure before him but lingering longest on the damp fabric that concealed Lilah's mound. He'd been thinking of her pussy since that morning in his bedroom. His cock was hard. "Come here..." Steve took a step forward. Soon he was at the desk, standing between Lilah's legs. He looked down as he fondled both of her tits. His desk phone rang. A look of confusion crossed his face as he briefly failed to recognise the shrill tone. He picked up the receiver. "Er yeah er," he croaked and cleared his throat. " I'm leaving now. Yes, urm see you later." There was a pause. " Love you too." He put down the phone. "You should leave." He advised Lilah, who scowled but said nothing. Steve forced himself to stare at the wall as the bitch dressed in silence then left. He was in shock. Lilah had walked in and his brain had shut down. His cock had been in control. All thoughts of Natasha had gone. He had done everything she'd asked. Touching her had felt so natural, he hadn't even tried to stop himself. He ran his hands through his hair. There was no doubt in his mind that if Natasha hadn't called that he'd have fucked Lilah right there on his desk. He'd have cheated on his pregnant wife without a second thought. The thought scared him more than it excited him but not by much. He drove home that night, racked with guilt. The situation was spiralling out of control and he no longer trusted himself to resist her advances. There was no doubt, she was slowly getting under his skin. +++++++++++++++ "Hey, Christopher. Can I speak to you to for a moment?" Steve asked, standing on the porch of his middle aged neighbour. "Sure thing, Steve." The man replied, clearly puzzled by the visit from the nervous looking young man. They weren't very good friends, even though they were members of the same congregation. "Er...as a lawyer..." Christopher's surprise increased. "As long as I can bill you?" He joked, putting an chummy arm around Steve's shoulder and leading him into the living room. Steve sat in a plush leather seat and wrung his hands. He didn't know where to begin. "There's this woman...Lilah..." He started. "Is that the woman I saw going into your house a while back. Damn, she was hot. There's a nice hot snatch on that one I bet, eh?" The lawyer said, giving a little chuckle. Steve was horrified that Lilah had been seen entering his house and also at how Christopher seemed to think it a laughing matter, that he was capable of cheating on his wife.. "Have to admit I didn't think you were the type of man get yourself a bit on the side. Still who am I to judge..." Christopher said, gesturing to the photos of his much younger second wife, previously his secretary before replacing wife number one. "It's not like that..."Steve tried to explain. "Ah I understand. A bit more serious. She wants you to leave your wife, huh? I can recommend a good divorce attorney..." "She doesn't want me to leave Nat..." Steve mumbled. She'd made it very clear that she wanted him because, and not in spite of the fact, he had a spouse. Steve put his hand up. This wasn't going the way he'd intended. He wished that Chrisopher would just shut up for a second. "Listen, please?" He asked. "I'm not having an affair. This woman is stalking me. I want to know what I can do about it?" It all poured out of him in a tumble, his visit to her appartment right down to her visit to his office. The big man in front of him suddenly became all serious. "A TRO should be easy to arrange. I can have one drawn up and authorised in a couple of days." "Does Natasha have to find out about this?" Steve enquired. "Don't see why. Once this bitch realises you've brought the law into it she'll have to stay away from you. She's got as much to lose as you do." Steve was feeling much unburdened and optimistic about the future, one without Lilah. +++++++++++++++++++= Steve received word that the restaining order had been delivered and felt confident that Lilah woould stay away from him. She may be infatuated with him but clearly she wouldn't risk losing her reputation, her clinic just to seduce him. Other men may have fallen for her charms and fooled around behind their wives' backs but they just hadn't the strength to resist. They had become adulterers. Steve would not be one of them. Steve decided to go shopping for a gift for Natasha. Her birthday was coming up and he wanted to get her something nice, instead of all the baby stuff that was bound to be received. A few hours later he entered a small jewellery store in the mall, that he knew sold charms for charm bracelets, like Natasha wore. Straight away he knew he'd come to the right place. The charm was beautifully crafted in silver, with three tiny pearls depicting peas in a pod. Not only did Natasha grow vegetables but it was perfect for marking the addition to their family that would soon be here. He told the woman behind the store what he wanted and she smiled as he handed over $75. "Your wife is a very lucky woman." "I'm a very lucky man." Steve responded. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ For Natasha's birthday the whole family, along with a bunch of their friends had gathered for a big al fresco dinner. Steve and Natasha's house had come with a fair bit of land and Natasha's green fingers had turned it into a beautiful garden, full of secluded spots and winding paths. The part by the house was paved and covered by a clematis covered pergola. Steve was helping Stephanie lay the kid's table when he caught sight of Lilah being ushered out through the patio doors. It took him a second to realise that Natasha must have invited her. He rubbed his chin. This was a nightmare. "Hello Steve." Lilah called out in greeting. "Doctor." He replied, trying to keep his face calm and his tone amicable. He glanced around at the assorted guests. No one was looking at them. "Can I have a word with you?" He hissed, through clenched tench. He took hold of her arm and dragged her round a corner to the side of the house. "You're not allowed to be here." He growled. Christopher had informed him that the restraining order had been duly delivered last week. "What could I do, Steve? She invited me." Lilah smirked. " Was I supposed to tell Natasha that you took a restraining order out against me?" She seemed to be enjoying this. "She'd ask why. Did you want me to tell her that I've been naked on the bed you share? Or that you undressed me in your office, that your hands were all over my naked body? That her loving husband had every intention of bending me over his desk and fucking me without a second thought? "Shit." "Call the police, if you want." Lilah offered placidly because she knew he couldn't. "Shit. You're a fucking bitch." Steve hissed. This woman posed as his wife's friend, accepted her invitation to break bread together and all the time planned to steal away her husband's affection. "A bitch who is going sit next to your wife at the table. And I won't be wearing any panties...." She whispered as she flounced back to the garden. He knew he'd been defeated. She'd invaded their lives and manipulated them every step of the way. He'd stayed faithful. He'd fought her, resisted her but it meant nothing. She could twist his actions and wreck his marriage anyway. She kept coming back and now, he realised, he wasn't sure if he wanted to fight her anymore. +++++++++++++++ Steve glanced over at Lilah, idly chatting with his mother. Her light dress blowing lightly in the breeze. He found himself drifting off into day dreams. A strong gust could blow it right up, exposing her to all the shocked guests but this little slut would not be mortified, she'd revel in it. Natasha came up to him and introduced him to a friend she'd known at high school. Steve smiled and made small talk but inwardly he was still fixated on the idea of Lilah's bare pussy so nearby. Natasha gave him a puzzled look and took her friend off to meet someone else. "What's with you, man?" Paul asked later. " You don't seem to be with us?" Steve muttered that he had a headache. +++++++++++++++ Steve tried to stay focused at dinner, he really did. He wanted to ensure that Natasha had a great day and enjoyed herself, that he conversed with her friends andwas a good host but in every lull in the conversation his head filled with hardcore fantasies. His imagination filled with pornographic images, not of the anonymous pornstars he'd watched for months. Lilah now occupied every sordid position and the man thrusting away into her pussy or asshole was him. His cock was uncomfortably hard against his fly. He was glad the tablecloth covered the bulge in his khakis. "Steve, pass the bread to Mary!" His mother cried. Steve looked around and realised Mary had already asked twice. He mumbled his apologies. In his head he and Lilah were rutting in long grass, not caring that a pair of young men, hikers, were watching. They'd been unable to contain the urge to fuck and didn't care that they had an audience. Their lust overriding any sense of decency. In fact it made Lilah all the more insistant and vocal in her words to Steve. WACFYM Ch. 01 "Me and Steve finished the nursery. We got this beautiful little mobile at this flea market last month." Natasha said, squeezing his hand and giving him an encouraging smile. "It was English, I think. Little wooden girls dancing around a maypole..." Steve added. "Plays a pretty little tune." Lilah pushed up against the glass in a steamy shower. Her tits lathered up as Steve soaped them up. Their breathing heavy as Steve fucked her from behind. His face buried in her wet hair . The hot water over his head, cascading as he looked down, watching his cock glide in and out. The steam swirling as he came inside her. "Do you remember Chloe Pasternak?" Paul asked." She's about to have her fourth." Steve nodded. Chloe had been Lucy's bestfriend for awhile and he'd been on a couple of dates with her. One time he'd kept her company on an babysitting job. He'd only gone as far as first base with her. His head filled with an image of he and Lilah on the sofa. He was sitting innocently when he discovered Lilah's hand in his crotch, making him hard. And then she stradles him. They don't even bother to undress. They're in the sixty-nine position, Lilah on top, his head buried between Lilah's thighs, her skirt pushed up and her panties pulled aside. Lilah is sucking his cock which is sticking up through his fly. "Steve's been busy at work. He hasn't been able to come to most of the appointments." Natasha said and Steve caught a disapproving glance from Lucy and his mother. He affected an apologetic face and held his hands up. If only they knew that he'd been trying to avoid the doctor sat at the table. The viper in the nest, set on luring him away from his wife.... He had to stifle a little bitter laugh. He thought back to Lilah in his office, undressed and ready. He'd been so close to screwing her that night. He pictured himself on his back, his slut reverse cowgirl on his cock so that he could watch her ass move up and down as she rode him. Maybe that cute intern...he couldn't remember her name. He knew that she had a little crush on him...the way that she'd blush when he spoke to her...a virgin, maybe...did he remind her of her daddy? ...maybe she'd have come in and caught them...but instead of running away she accepts Lilah's invitation to come in....their tongues synchronized and dancing up and down his erect shaft. Then he'd show her what he could do. Steve had to cover a sigh with a cough...God, he'd never considered anyone at work...like that...the girl was at least ten years younger than him... Steve tried to stop himself thinking such thoughts by focusing on the conversation and at least his cock had gone down alot when he and Natasha had to stand up as her dad lead the toast. He looked over at Lilah as dessert was served. She was talking to Paul, her hand on his arm and she was smiling as his brother had made a joke. His brother straightened his tie, his wedding ring glinting in the sun. She was flirting with Paul. Steve saw Lilah look at his hand and lick her lips. Steve swallowed. His sister was completely distracted with Stephanie...Steve couldn't help wondering if Paul would cheat on Stacy if another woman offered herself to him...? Suddenly Steve was in Lilah's surgery, fantasising about shoving his cock in her ass as she gobbled up his younger brother's cock. The two married men sharing one whore, maybe treating her a bit of double penetration. Their thick poles stretching open her pussy lips, rubbing together, before filling her up with a double load of semen. Steve choked on his spoon, unable to swallow the small piece of cake that was on it. " I'm sorry. I think I need to have a lie down. I'm not feeling well." He left the table to a chorus of well-meaning sympathy. He was walking towards the patio doors when Lilah pulled him to a small hedged alley that led down to another part of the garden. ++++++++++++++ They were soon out of sight, behind a frame for pea plants. "You were thinking about me, weren't you?" She asked. Steve nodded. "Were you hard all through dinner? Steve glanced back to the main group. The two families. All of his friends and Natasha's. He could hear their distant laughter. How would they react if they knew the thoughts he'd been having at the table? Such nasty dirty thoughts and how they'd aroused him. They would be shocked at just what he wanted to do to woman near him. What, in fact, he was about to do to her. "Was your cock stiff?" He nodded. His pregnant wife was only a dozen meters away but he didn't care. Lilah reached forward and fondled his crotch, bringing him back to full hardness. Steve did nothing to stop her. "You're so hard." He put his hands on her shoulders, getting the hint Lilah dropped to her knees. She unfastened his belt and, one by one, she popped open the buttons of his fly. Steve shifted his feet for balance and his khakis dropped to his knees. Lilah was fishing around in his boxers, and, pushing them down released his throbbing inches. "Ah...I've wanted your cock for months..." She moaned. She gave a long slow lick along its underside. "Is this what you want?" Steve groaned but it was neither confirmation or denial. He put his big hands on her head. He saw his wedding ring glint in the sun. For a brief moment his conscience flared up. Someone could find him like this, butt exposed and cock before another woman's mouth. It might even be Natasha. He pictured her face, tears rolling down her cheeks. He looked back at the house. He could still walk away, find Natasha and hold her. He loved his wife, didn't he? His big fat wife... He looked down at Lilah. "Yeah, suck my cock." And with those simple words he betrayed his wife and his marriage. Like in his daydreams, his lust had swept all loyalty to his wife from him. Lilah smiled, as if she were proud of him. Steve guided her open mouth down over his thick member. Soon her face was nestled in the neat triangle of his dark pubic hair and she started to suck. The lower garden was filled with the sloppy sounds of an enthusiatic blowjob and Steve's low moans of pleasure. Steve had to grab the trellis with one hand as the effects of Lilah's tongue made themselves felt. He felt weak at the knees as she licked and sucked at his cock. He'd never done anything like this outside. It felt so public and unprivate. "Oh...yeah." He sighed. Lilah switched to nibbling on his balls and jerking him off with one hand. Sucking one bollock and then the other fully between her slutty red lips. "MMmmm" She cried. "Your cock tastes so good..." She stated as she wiped its tip back and forth over her lower lip smearing Steve's precum, like lip gloss. "Fuck my mouth, baby..." Steve wrapped some of her hair around his hands and inserted his cock into her mouth. He began to thrust roughly. "Uugh..." He cried as he used his hips to push his pelvis into her face. "Ohhh goddd...." He could feel her tongue flicking against his shaft as he filled her mouth with his cock, her lips tight around it. She was rocking back and forth in an effort to ease the pressure from the force of his penetration. Never before had he treated a woman like this. He had always been a considerate lover but now he didn't give it a second thought. He was using her unkindly but she was moaning with enjoyment, her skirt pulled up so she could play her clit. Her other hand on the small of his back pulling him closer. "Shit...." He cried. "Mmmmmm" Lilah mewled. Like a jolt of electricity Steve knew he was going to spurt. "I'm gonna cum. You want my cum?" Asked Steve. "Hmm..." Lilah moaned, nodding. With one last thrust he shot his load down the back of her throat. Lilah kept sucking until every last drop of cum had been emptied from his balls. "Phew..." Steve let out. "That was..." He shook his head as he gathered his breath. Now that he was no longer thinking with his cock he was able to think more clearly. The old him resurfaced. "Oh god...what I have done?" He asked as he pulled up his pants and turned away . He refused to meet Lilah's eye. She put her arms around his waist. "You've just enjoyed your first taste of infidelity, Steve." He froze. " You did enjoy it. I know you did. And you a good Christian boy." She mock scolded him. "You've just committed adultery...." "Shut up." He snapped. "You mustn't tell Natasha..." "I'm not going to tell your pregant missus that father of her child fucked my face." Lilah whispered in his ear. That will be our little secret." "It was a mistake... I didn't mean to..." He shrugged her off and practically ran back to the house. He snuck in through the front door and shot up the stairs. He was spurred on by a little voice in his head, but try as he might he could not escape it. It told him that this was all Natasha's fault. If she had been able to conceive, if she had fucked him like a wife ought to then he would never have.... Lilah's words were ringing in his eyes. 'Adultery' 'Infidelity' they turned his stomach but he had to admit that they gave him a little illicit rush too... ++++++++++++++ A few days later. ++++++++++++++ Steve joined Lilah in a booth of a bar. "Why'd you want here? It's miles out of town." She complained. "Worried that someone might see you here and get the right impression?" She added sarcastically. "Don't.."He cautioned. " You got what you wanted.You seduced me and I cheated on my wife. You won. I asked you here to tell you that this is finished." He handed her a sheet of paper. It was a letter to the clinic's board of governors. It explained that he and Lilah had inappropriate relations. He watched as she scanned it. "That gets posted if you ever try anything ever again. I'll even come clean to Nat, if I have to and pray that she forgives me." "Are you sure that's what you want?" Lilah queried." There's a motel just down..." "I broke my vows. I have to live with what I've done, for the rest of my life but it will never, never happen again. All I want to be is a good husband and father, Lilah." He sounded very sincere." Goodbye." Lilah watched him go. She wasn't worried about the letter. She'd taken every step to secure her position , the directors were in her pocket and, worse case scenario, the Organization would take care of her. Nonetheless, if anybody had been watching they'd have seen a flicker of self doubt on her face, that she may never get Steve to screw her... Lilah watched as he walked passed a buxom waitress. His eyes wandered down to admire her tits, and after he passed her, Lilah caught him checking out the way her ass as the girl swung her hips. Lilah smiled. She'd taken a loyal husband and opened his eyes to the pleasures of infidelity. Slowly his love for his wife was declining. Eventually this good man would stop fighting the wickedness that was growing in him. Despite his words, she knew he'd be back and once his cock was inside her his corruption would be complete. +++++++++++++++++ "more importantly, you may ask yourself, what sort of woman would ever be so deviant as to play the part of the female cuckoo?" +++++++++++++++++ Two weeks later +++++++++++++++++ "You've got to call my husband." Natasha cried as she was wheeled through on a gurney. The nurse nodded. "We will, Mrs Temple. Don't worry about anything. You need to stay calm." "Hello Natasha, I'm Dr Srinivasan. I'm going to be taking care of your delivery." An Indian man in his fifties said introducing himself. "What? No..." She broke off as a contraction seized her body. " Dr Brooks is my doctor." She concluded after it had finished. "The little one's coming a little early, which is nothing to worry about but Dr Brooks isn't in town right now. I've called her and she's going to try to get back as soon as she can." "Aww no..." Natasha protested, being to cry. "Is Steve coming?" Srinivasan glanced at the nurse. "We're trying to reach him." The nurse lied with a smile. She, hired by Lilah personally, knew exactly what Dr Brooks had planned. Srinivasan who, having been on the receiving end many years ago, also knew exactly what happened at the clinic, reciprocated before turning back to his patient. "Don't worry Natasha. Just focus on your breathing. That's it...good." +++++++++++++ Steve ran up to the front desk. "Where's my wife? Natasha Temple? She's in labour." He cried, oblivious to the people in the waiting room who were staring at him. "Calm down Steve. She's in very capable hands." A voice said behind him. It was Lilah. "Why aren't you in with her?! She's a month early." He said, clearly concerned. "Natasha went into labour about five hours ago. A good colleague of mine is with her. She and the baby are doing fine." Lilah explained. "Come with me." She added as she headed towards an elevator. "Five hours ago? I only got the call thirty minutes ago!" He shouted as he followed the woman. Lilah didn't respond as the elevator began to climb. Steve looked around. They were in a service elevator. A step-ladder was propped up in one corner, next to an empty bucket and mop. There was a trolley full of freshly washed and neatly folded white towels. Steve was taken aback. He stared at Lilah. Suddenly, without appearing bothered by his scrutiny, Lilah stopped the elevator. "What are you doing?" Lilah said nothing, instead she kissed him. It started slowly, whilst Steve stood there, unresponsive. Soon his own lips were mashing against hers with increasing urgency. His tongue in her warm. wet mouth. He hadn't experienced a kiss so erotic before. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to his body. Somewhere down the corridor his wife was in labour. His baby was being born. He'd imagined that that he'd be there for her, holding her hand , encouraging her and sharing the experience of their daughter's birth. Nothing mattered except this.Why deny it? This is what he'd wanted since that night in her apartment. Now, on the day he was going to be a father, he was going fuck her. She clasped her hands to his back, feeling his hardness growing against her belly. She pulled her mouth to ask. " Steve...?". He growled into her ear. There would be no more protests. He knew what he was doing... no more reluctance, he was completely willing now... He scooped her up and deposited her onto a trolley of fresh laundry. He gazed into her wide blue eyes as he quickly undid the buttons of her blouse. He was pleased to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. "I can't stop thinking about your tits..." Steve flashed her a quick smile before bending down to kiss the start of her cleavage, his hands squeezing the bountiful flesh. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking its tip with his tongue. "Haaa..." Lilah groaned. She gripped the back of his neck as he switched sides. "mmmmm..." Steve moaned as he fondled and licked those great tits that had haunted his dreams. Lilah arched her back as he gently pinched and pulled both pert nipples simultaneously. Her knuckles whitened as her fingers grasped the white towels. She shut her eyes, blind as Steve's tongue abandoned her chest. He dropped to his knees. "What about your wife?" She lifted her ass to allow him to tug down her skirt and panties. She writhed as she felt his breath of the folds of her pussy. The wait was awful. One last pang of conscience? She looked down at him and he met her blue eyes. He smiled back. "What wife...?" He said and buried his head in her crotch. "Aaaah...." She moaned as Steve abandoned himself in her warm folds, his nimble tongue showing his devotion to her cunt and nothing else. "You taste so good..." He sighed, the sound muffled by her thighs. Better than Natasha..."Why did I wait so long?" He asked. He pushed two fingers of his right hand inside her, flexing them, feeling the wetness of her interior. With his left hand he tweaked her sensitive clit. Lilah jerked and twitched in appreciation. "Oh yeah...." She sighed. His hands and his tongue, in combination, were driving her wild. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and gazed into his eyes. They were filled with hungry lust, relishing every second he spent lapping up her juices. "Oh yeah...that's it...right there..." Lilah whimpered. " Mnnnnnn ah....." She came, it hitting her like a sensual wave, locking her muscles and carrying on it's swell. Steve's tongue kept on spiraling on her clit as his fingers made slow, deliberate entries into her quivering snatch. He just kept hitting that g-spot. Lilah thought her orgasm would never end, a long plateau of ecstasy but gradually it began to subside, leaving just a subtle aching need between her legs. "Fuck me Steve..." She pleaded. ++++++++++++++ He pulled her to her shaky feet and turned her. She had to wait, looking over her shoulder as Steve shed his shirt, kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. He undressed quickly and was now unabashedly naked. Lilah bent right over, hands on the dishevelled trolley. Her round behind sandwiching his cock between their two hot bodies. In a second Steve had hold of his protected shaft and was guiding it into her tight pussy. He gave a few tentative thrusts, getting the feel of her...savouring it, watching his cock glide in and out, slick with her wetness. "You like that." He declared. He bent over her soft back, Lilah tingling as she felt the weight of him. Their sweaty skin rubbing against each other. His cock began to slide in and out of her, a fast pace that made her huge pendulous tits swing until Steve's hands reached round to cup them. "Grrrr..." She groaned. "Yeah? You like that." Steve asked. "Yeah...I like your big married cock in me..." Did she imagine that, deep inside her, his cock swelled even more at her words? "Yeah...I like your tight cunt. I like fucking it with my married cock." Roughly he straightened her, and pushed their bodies against the trolley. The rough hair of his chest scratching against her back. Lilah spread her hands on the wall for balance as Steve put one foot onto the lower shelf of the cart. The extra leverage meant he was now really slamming into her, his hanging balls free to slap against her when his meat was buried to the hilt. The elevator cable creaked as the small space rocked in time with him. The smell of sex permeating the air. "I never want to stop fucking you...Natasha will be home with the baby and I'll be with you, deep inside you, giving you all my cum." Steve promised. "Your daughter sucking... on her tits and you'll be.... sucking on mine." " yeah...your big ripe tits..." Steve breathed as he stood on his toes, changing the angle of his thrust. Lilah's pussy rewarded him by constricting tighter round his pulsing shaft. "Whenever I fuck my wife, it will be you I'm thinking of." Steve growled. "Everytime I'll be comparing her pussy to yours and I'll wish it was your cunt that I was filling with cum." His balls began to feel heavy, a pressure building in his groin. "Ahhhh god....." He moaned. "Do you love her?" Lilah asked. "No." He said simply. Lilah came for the second time. She hadn't been expecting it. Her body feeling compressed like in the grip of a vice and then she was free, her senses expanding like the world was a vacuum, a force of physical nature. "Waoh...." She sighed. "Cum inside me and prove it. "I'm gonna cum. Right inside you, you little slut..." He informed her. "Shoot my seed right into your womb." Right then, he wanted to impregnate her. Prove that though Natasha was having his baby it was Lilah that he wanted to be joined with. That she deserved his child more than his wife. WACFYM Ch. 01 He closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations on his cock. Natasha would never be able to satisfy him like this ever again. "Jesus..." Steve cried as he ejaculated, squirting his cum in several explosive jets. ++++++++++++++++++ "You know, Nat's gonna be here for a few nights, right...?" Steve said, letting Lilah pick on the implied suggestion as he pulled up his pants. His wife in hospital, another woman taking her place in his bed. He wanted to fuck Lilah in every room of his house. Natasha would never know that the her home had been used in such a way and that her marriage meant nothing, that Lilah had fucked away all the love that Steve had ever felt for her. "Any pangs of conscience, Steve?" Steve smiled and shook his head. "Not any more." He rubbed a hand down her soft back and nestled his head between her breasts for a few minutes before they finished getting dressed. Steve thought about the intern at work, Katie. The way that she made gooey eyes him. He was sure that he'd be able to get her to fuck him. Turn the innocent girl into a fuck toy for a married man. The waitress at the diner. She'd spread her legs no problem. That young widow at church. She'd probably gone so long without that she'd beg him to fuck her. There were so many pussies out there, just waiting for him to stretch them open with his cock. He'd just had the best fuck of his life. His days as a faithful husband were over. ++++++++++++++++ Steve entered the delivery room. He saw his tired looking wife holding his daughter. A pink bundle with little crop of black hair. "Look, here's daddy..." Dr Srinivasan called out. "Oh Steve..." Natasha said, starting to cry. " You weren't here..." "I came as soon as I could." He explained, shooting Lilah a meaningful look. He couldn't make himself feel any regret for not being there. She had to repress the urge to laugh at the innuendo. "I'm sorry." He apologised as he stroked his wife's hair and gazed down at his baby. "Hello, Billie." He said, gently stroking the little one's check with his finger tip. "She's beautiful." He added and Natasha beamed. Dr Srinivasan filled Lilah in on all the particulars. How long the labour had taken, when Billie had been born, her weight etc, then he put his hand on her shoulder and got close to her ear. "She has her mother's eyes." He whispered. And it was true. When Billie opened her eyes to the world, they were the exact same shade of blue. Steve thought she couldn't have been more perfect. WACFYM Ch. 02 The man sat on the edge of the bed. He was slouched over, and lost in thought. Elena watched his bare back, her pussy raw from the fucking she'd just received. She guessed that he was thinking about that too. She shifted to let him know that she was awake. He turned to look at her, his eyes taking in her lithe naked body. The lust was unmistakable and Elena wondered if the older man had enough left in him to have another go. He reached over to give one of her tits a squeeze and Elena shivered when she saw the silver ring on his finger. It was the only reason that they were here, in this cheap hotel, this Sunday morning. Elena certainly wouldn't have been attracted to him if he weren't married. He was too ordinary looking, not ugly but he was short and a little stocky. But Mr Maguire was married and so Elena had spent the last year of Sixth Form teasing him in little ways. She'd taken to undoing the top buttons of her blouse and sitting close to the front in all of his classes. It had just been a bit of fun; God knows that Elena was seriously sexually active and not wanting for any willing partners. All year he'd never made a move but she'd known that he'd noticed her. God, the way that he'd looked at her. It was hard for any man not to notice Elena, with her teenage body, her tits big for a girl her age and the way she walked, exuding sexual experience. Now her exam results had been posted and she was leaving the school for good. Last night had been the Leaver's Party and Elena had decided to make her move. Mr Maguire had taken very little seducing, if truth were told Elena wished he'd held out a little longer. Some men are just waiting for someone else to take the initiative. Now his hand was gently caressing the inside of her thigh but Elena was getting bored. "What will you tell your wife?" She asked. Clearly he'd forgotten all about her, judging from his startled and guilty expression. "Oh Jesus...." He muttered, pulling his hand away as if her pale skin had just scorched him. " I better go... I..." She watched as he pulled on his trousers and located his shirt. He was fastening his watch to his wrist when he looked at her. "Last night was...," He seemed unsure of the word he was looking for. "...amazing...but wrong.... I've never cheated on Joy before...and you're a student..." The full realization of what he'd done was beginning to hit him. "It's okay Mr Maguire..." "I don't know what I was thinking." He was beginning to look abject. "You were thinking with your dick and wondering what my fresh pussy would feel like sunk down on it." Elena reasoned. " Can I...did you want to...again...another time?" Her teacher stammered. Elena smirked. She'd been waiting for that. Last night they'd done things that he'd probably never even thought of, let alone done with his wife.... "Sorry, Mr Maguire. I'm going to America next week on a year out before University. You'll just have to wank yourself off to the memories of last night whenever you get the horn." She said it unkindly and he must have realized the contempt she felt for him. A weak man, idling along at life, jumping on the first piece of excitement that offered itself to him. "You won't tell anyone..." He started but Elena shook her head, eyes wide with condescension. She mimed a yawn and waved him away. He left without another word. Elena didn't feel any guilt about what she had done and she didn't care what happened to Mr Maguire when his wife asked him where he'd spent the night. For as long as she could remember she'd been aroused by men who were taken. Her first sexual crush had been over her older sister's boyfriend, Pete. She'd been too young, at 14, to do anything about it but she still thought about him from time to time. As she got older her attraction got stronger. She'd walk down the street checking out all the men and their left hands. She'd see couples kissing and imagine herself breaking them up. For a long time she'd thought that something was wrong with her. That it was wrong to lust over men just because they were in relationships, in love and committed to someone else. Sure she knew people cheated on their partners, had one night stands and so on but her desire went so much deeper than that. She'd fooled around with boys, had boyfriends even but they did nothing for her. She'd been too scared to act upon her true fantasies and had been afraid that she'd live her whole life unfulfilled. Then, about a year ago, she'd met Larry, who worked at her dad's firm. He was gorgeous and, more importantly, married. Unable to help herself Elena had set out to seduce him. Just 17 and naive her attempts were childish and clumsy. Larry turned her down flat and told his wife. Elena had thought that she was going to die. She sank into a terrible teenage depression and her whole personality changed. Previously outgoing and bright, she stopped seeing her friends and her schoolwork began to suffer. Her parents, unaware of the reason for the sudden change in their daughter, sent her to a psychiatrist, called Dr Rosenberg. He was an old grandfatherly man and seemed very kind and patient. He was also very good at listening. Elena didn't tell Dr Rosenberg what happened with Larry for their first few sessions but Rosenberg, with time, got Elena to trust him. He ensured her that everything she said was in confidence and reassured her that he was not there to judge her. She told him about Larry and then she told him about her need to bed married men. Dr Rosenberg told Elena that the name for her sexual fetish was jezebelism and was more common amongst women than many people knew. He felt confident that with time and work, her sexual impulses could be redirected into a more healthy form of expression. Elena knew, deep down, that she didn't want to change her nature or sexual preference. When she told this to Rosenberg he broke his promise to be non-judgmental, warning her that the life of a jezebelist was immoral, that women should not go out into the world looking for married men to tempt into adultery. Elena had despised the doctor from that day since, but was grateful to him for at least identifying her condition. The fact it had a name encouraged her. It meant that there were others out there like her. She had thought she was the only one. She searched for literature on the subject but there was surprisingly little. She secretly bought movies or books that contained adultery as a subject matter. She put her fantasies into words and posted them on erotic fiction websites. Eventually, just after Elena turned 18, she got round to seducing her first man, her older sister's latest boyfriend. Fucking him had been everything she'd been hoping for and more, because she hadn't realized the thrill she'd get every time she saw her sister and her lover together. About six months ago Elena received an email. Her online postings and searches had not gone unnoticed. An organization of women just like her wanted her to join their ranks. After a series of excitingly cloak and dagger meetings with one of her new Sisters Elena was quickly inducted into the secret Jezebelist Society. It was like a support group full of proud home wreckers and wanton sluts. Elena's local chapter met once a month to swap stories and advice. With the society's help she'd learned the power of her pussy to push men into infidelity, any man with a wife or a girlfriend was her prey. Mr Maguire was just the latest conquest. +++++++++++++++ Elena left the hotel and caught the bus home. Both her parents were home and she was forced to suffer the obligatory chat about the party, who'd been there, who'd gone back to Dee's house afterwards etc. Elena didn't feel bad about lying to her folks. She'd been doing it for years. It was better that way. She didn't think that they'd appreciate the fact that their daughter was a dirty little slut. As soon as she was able she made an excuse and raced up to her room. Elena pulled out her laptop and logged on. She accessed the Jezebelist's secret website, one that Google would never direct anyone to. The initials WACFYM appeared at the top of the page. They matched the tattoo that decorated the inside of her left wrist. They stood for - We Are Coming For Your Men- and Elena never tired of seeing them, the Jezebelist's mission statement to the world. For the next hour she updated her personal page, writing an explicit blog about Mr Maguire and all the nasty things that they'd got up to last night. She copied and pasted a picture of him from the school's own site. After that she searched the site for the recent updates from her fellow Sisters, specifically ones that had videos attached. She clicked on one that was called New Daddy. The link brought up a picture of a handsome guy called Steve, next to a detailed bio that explained how long he'd been married, how he'd been faithful until Lilith had systematically stalked and seduced him. Absentmindedly Elena began to stroke herself through the cloth of her dampening knickers. She waited as the video was buffering, reading that it had been taken on the day, the very time that his unsuspecting wife was giving birth to his child. The video, when it played, was grainy and appeared to show a lift somewhere. Steve and Lilith were really going at it. Elena slipped her fingers inside her underwear and began to play with herself. Elena could hear what they were saying and it was really turning her on. In fact, she was getting wetter by the second. This Lilith was clearly a master at this. Elena's encounters had been nothing like this. Elena shut her eyes as the man on the screen informed the world that he liked fucking his slut with his married cock. She was close to cumming. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Elena cursed and closed the laptop. She sat up and straightened her clothes. "Yes?" She shouted. Her mother opened the door and stood in the doorway. "You spend all your time on that thing. Your dad and I were hoping that we could spend some time with you before you go. Go out for dinner or something?" Elena sighed, expressing her acquiescence. "Just let me shower, okay? I feel all gross from crashing on Dee's couch last night." "Okay sweetie." She paused. " I love you, you know." Which is what her mum always said when she nagged Elena. "Yeah mum, I know." Elena never reciprocated. The door closed. Her mum didn't have a clue. How had two such boring people produced a child like her, Elena had no idea. ++++++++++++++++++++ Elena's flight landed in JFK at 10 am. She disembarked and made her ways through customs without any problems. Her stomach was full of butterflies but she had an excited grin on her face. She saw a card being waved with her name on it. The welcoming committee looked very welcoming. Elena checked them out as she walked over. Two adorable girls were waving enthusiastically. Elena knew Monica was seven and Mattie was five. Both had curly strawberry blond hair done up in pigtails. They were dressed in cute little dresses with white cardigans. "There she is, Mommy." Monica squealed. Andrea Bishop smiled as Elena approached. She picked up her third daughter, Abby, a year old, from the pushchair, and made the little one wave too. "Hello. Mrs Bishop?" Elena asked. "Andy." The older woman said, a big friendly smile on her face. She proceeded to introduce her daughters. Elena ducked down to say hello. "This for you." Mattie whispered, acting shy all of a sudden and trying to hide behind her mom's legs. The girl was holding a sweet little teddy bear. "Thank you, Mattie. He's very cute." "It was my idea too!" Monica interjected, desperate to get credit from this exciting new person. Andy and Elena shared a look and then laughed. Elena assessed Andy as they walked to the baggage carousel. She was over thirty but clearly healthy and happy. She was pretty, her expressive face framed by long hair the same shade as her daughters' hair. Andy had a good figure for a woman her age and a mother of three but a little excess weight on her hips made her look a bit mumsy. They chatted a bit about the flight and where it was in U.K that Elena came from, Monica wanting to know if Elena had ever met the Queen. She was quite put out when Elena said that she hadn't. "It's our fault. When the agency said you were from England Rob and I pulled out the atlas to show the girls where that was and tell them about your country. They might have got the impression you're from a fairytale land." Andy laughed good-naturedly. It was a good sound. Elena figured she smiled and laughed a lot. Her friendly personality quickly soothed away Elena's nervousness and made her feel at ease. "Is Rob at work?" "Yeah. He wanted to be here so you could meet the rabble all together but there was an emergency." "Daddy's a veteran." Mattie added solemnly. "He's in the army?!" Elena asked the serious, wide-eyed kid. "He's a veterinarian. V.E.T.E.R.I.N.A.R.I.A.N." Monica explained, showing off to the nice stranger. "You're a clever little girl." Elena said as she stroked the child's hair. "She gets the brains from Rob." Andy joked as the group got in the Bishop's car. "He might be home by the time we get there. We'll stop by the grocery store and pick up some stuff for dinner on the way." The drive out to the city passed quickly. The two girls eager to fill their guest in on the minutiae of their lives and to learn more about hers. They had no idea that Elena was thinking about their daddy, what he looked like and how soon she could get Rob to fuck her. +++++++++++++++ They pulled up outside a large suburban house and got Elena's luggage from the trunk. The front door opened and a Jack Russell terrier came bounding out, practically jumping over himself to greet his family. "That's Scruffs. The only other boy in the house." A male voice called out as the dog danced Elena, sniffing her and licking her hands when she crouched down to stroke him. "Daddy!" Mattie shouted, running over to him. Rob scooped her up in his arms then walked over the car. "Welcome to our house, Elena." He said, smiling and extending his hand, which Elena shook. "Thanks." Elena replied with a gulp. The man had big strong hands. Rob Bishop was in his early thirties too. Elena was very pleased to see that he was good looking. He had dimples when he smiled. Nearly six foot tall, he had light brown hair, cut short and warm brown eyes to match. From the way his shirt fitted his body it looked like he kept in shape too. "She doesn't know the Queen, Daddy." Monica stated, as if the fact should have been obvious to everybody but that she'd known all along. Rob looked down at his eldest daughter. "I only said she might, sweetheart." Elena watched as Rob briefly kissed Andy on the lips before he handed Mattie over to his wife. Elena felt disappointed. There hadn't even been a cursory glance at any part of her below her face and now he'd been completely distracted by his family and the job of carrying her suitcases. She trailed in behind the family, watching them through narrowed eyes. ++++++++++++++++ The Bishops had a nice suburban home. Four bedrooms upstairs, a guest room downstairs where Elena would be staying, a large garden that Andy and Rob clearly enjoyed taking care of and even a pool that was hidden behind a wall and a locked gate for their daughters' safety. ++++++++++++++++ Rob showed her to her room, putting her bags by the door. The rest of the family were in the kitchen as Andy prepared dinner. Elena had hoped that, once they were alone, the father of three would give her the look. The look she was used to receiving from men. The one that let her know that they'd seen her big tits, her round ass, long legs and general hotness. She didn't get it from this man. Even when he put his hand on her arm and told her that they hoped she would be happy here, that had been completely innocent. Elena liked the Bishops, but unfortunately for them that only made her want to seduce Rob more. Elena realized that, unlike the others she'd been with, Rob was a good husband. He loved his children and he was clearly devoted to Andy. Even after all the years together they were very happily married. The Bishops' had no idea that the agency that they'd used to find Elena was a front for the society, a way to put sluts into happy homes... It was going to be a challenge but, and Elena shivered, when she eventually had his hard cock in her pussy that was going the ultimate reward. +++++++++++++++++++ Andy had worked as a nurse in a care home before she had left to have Abby. Now she was planning to go back to work part time. She returned to work next week, giving Elena enough time to settle in and see how things worked. Elena's responsibility was to watch the kids when both Rob and Andy were at work and to help around the house. The chores didn't seem that onerous, the kids were a delight and Elena thought that she'd be more than able to cope. As she learned how Andy liked to do the laundry and what everyone liked to eat so she watched how they all interacted with each other. Rob got up first in the morning to take the dog for a walk, home in time to have breakfast with his family before Mattie and Monica went off to school. He'd come in to the kitchen and kiss his daughters then kiss Andy, sometimes putting his arm around her waist as she poured cereal, cooked bacon and eggs or dished out porridge. They'd talk about what was in the newspaper or what topics were to be covered in class then Andy would put packed lunches into the girls' bags as Rob tidied up the baby food that was splattered over Abby's chubby cheeks, bib and high chair. The Bishops were an affectionate couple; their years together had not seen a decline in the amount of touching they shared. Elena often saw them holding hands about the house. She daydreamed about their sex life, slightly obsessed with the question of how often they did it. She pictured both of them naked. Were they as wholesome in their lovemaking as they were about everything else? Elena imagined walking past their room one night and hearing the muffled sounds of them screwing but Elena's room was downstairs so illicit eavesdropping would be risky. How creaky are the stairs? Elena pondered after Rob and Andy came down one morning still glowing from the sex they'd obviously had the night before. The Bishop family had no idea what was going through Elena's head. The girls adored her already, Monica doing a fair approximation of her accent and Mattie wouldn't let anyone else read her a bedtime story. Andy had called her a blessing once already. Rob treated her just like another member of the family. However much Elena wished that she could see some attraction in his eyes there was none. ++++++++++++++ A week later ++++++++++++++ It was Andy's first day back at work. Elena was finally in the house to herself, barring the kids of course. She was going snooping today. The prospect of it had been exciting her all week. What would she find in the Bishop's bedroom? She checked on the girls. Monica and Mattie were outside playing and the baby asleep in her cot. ++++++++++++++++ Elena opened the door to their room, shivering at the thrill of her wicked act. Her first destination was the two cabinets on either side of the bed. She pulled out the first drawer and found nothing more exciting than a John Grisham paperback. The second unit also yielded nothing. A little disappointed, she'd been hoping to find a vibrator, a dildo, condoms or something, Elena checked under the bed. Her father, she'd found out on previous snooping missions, kept some porn mags under the mattress. Rob did not. WACFYM Ch. 02 The teen slut went to the chest of drawers next. She ignored the drawers that contained various t-shirts and sweatpants and focused on the one, which held Rob's boxer shorts. They were mostly cotton in black or blue. None of them were designer. She traced a hand over the cloth and imagined feeling them with Rob in them, the soft material the only thing between her and his hard cock. God, her pussy was getting wet. She slipped her hand down the waistline of her skirt and put her hand down her panties to give herself a quick stroke. Andy's drawers confirmed Elena's expectations. Sensible underwear, not too big and frumpy, but not sexy either. Elena glanced at her watch. How long had she been up here? She wanted to look at the closet but should really go and fix some lunch. The girls might come looking for her. The draw of the closet was too strong. She wanted to find some porn. Knowing that Rob looked at the stuff would keep her fingering herself for days. She pulled the door open and began to rummage through their stuff. ++++++++++++++++++++ Elena said hi to Rob as he walked through the door. She had decided she was going to make sure she was the first thing he laid eyes on when he came home. She hoped that subliminally he'd look forward to coming home, not for his family, but for her. He gave her a friendly greeting. He didn't seem to notice that her blouse was undone several more buttons than usual. It didn't matter; Elena's tits would be on show whenever his wife was not home. Elena smiled ruefully. She hadn't found any porn either. "What's with the groceries?" She asked. Rob told her that he planned to cook something special that night to celebrated Andy's first day back at work as the girls ran in from the garden to hug their dad. "Did you get the cake?" Monica asked. Rob nodded, as they all trailed into the kitchen to unload the bags, Mattie asking lots of questions about the Robson's cat and the kittens that had just been born. +++++++++++++++ The dinner was complete success. Rob could tell that Andy had been touched by the trouble he'd gone to and the cake the girls had helped pick out. Once his daughters had been put to bed he opened another bottle wine and joined Andy and Elena in the living room. His wife was telling her some funny anecdotes from her career caring for old people. He'd heard many of them before but the wine and the relaxed atmosphere meant that he was soon laughing along. He sat on the couch and Andy pulled her feet onto his lap. Elena watched as he rubbed his wife's tired feet, their bodies close together. Their intimacy so natural to them that Elena's presence didn't disturb them. "Ahh, that feels good." She sighed. "I've forgotten what work is like." "Why don't we turn in for the night?" Rob asked. "It's still early. And we should finish clearing up dinner." Andy groaned. "I'll do that. You two look beat." "If you don't mind...?" Andy inquired. Having help around the house was going to take a bit of getting used to. "Not at all." That decided, Andy got up to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen. "Thanks Elena. You're a star." Rob added. "It's no problem." She replied with a smile, reaching out and gently touching his arm. He smiled back. She wished that it were her that he was taking to his bed or that she could see some sign in his face that that was what he wanted too. Andy came back and Elena watched as the pair headed up the stairs, his hand resting on her behind. She shook her head. There was no need to be disheartened. Her search of their room had produced one lucky find. A third baby monitor. The baby monitors in the house were an expensive brand and capable of transmitting and receiving. Elena had pushed the tiny switch on the one in the Bishop's bedroom. From now on she'd be listening. ++++++++++++++++ Rob turned on the CD player, low so not to wake the kids. He kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his shirt. Rob was a naturally modest guy but always felt comfortable undressed around his wife. Andy plonked herself on the bed, exhausted. "Why did I agree to go back?" "Because you love it." "Yeah...Mr Mercier's still there..." "Yeah? Still hitting on the nurses?" Rob inquired as he picked up a box of matches and struck one. Andy opened her eyes at the sound and saw her husband light some scented candles. "Yep, he's still the ladies' man." "Should I be worried?" Rob asked as he dropped to his knees and pulled off her shoes. "Not if you keep being this good to me....." She moaned as he picked up where he left off downstairs. "Always." He promised as he massaged her aching ankles. "Mmmmmmmmmm" Was all Andy could manage as Rob's big hands pressed and soothed the day's stresses away. His knuckles gently kneaded the soles of her feet then his hands rose up to her toes. Each one was individually stroked and caressed. A little later he pulled her to her feet and without a word removed her blouse and let her skirt drop to the floor. They kissed, slowly and intimate, her hand against the day's growth of stubble on his cheek, his arm slipped round her waist. Her breasts pressed close to his manly torso. Andy reached down and undid Rob's belt, undid his fly and pushed his pants down over his thighs. When the kiss broke Rob whispered that Andy should lie down on the bed. Andy, who'd been enjoying the feel of their two bodies pressed together, nearly protested but something in her husband's grin made her comply. Behind her Rob opened a jar of something. The scent of mint joined the fragrance of the candles. He climbed on to the bed and straddled her ass. Quickly Rob unhooked her bra. His spouse rewarded him by wriggling her butt against the erection felt on her lower back. "Ah!" She exclaimed as something cold was drizzled over her bare skin. Rob chuckled lightly as he began to massage her neck and shoulders, working the lotion into her tired muscles. "Oh...that tingles...." She moaned. He smiled. He knew what his wife liked and he always aimed to please her. In particular he knew that Andy found massage very arousing, her back a favourite erogenous zone. Rob's fingers walked up and down her spine then gently scratched down her back to her rump. His thumbs pushed and danced over her flesh, performing tight firm circles that made her head arch back. Rob gripped her waist then glided his palms up her sides, stopped to briefly feel the sides of her breasts then ran them down her underarms. He took one of her hands in his, working his fingers over her palm then devoting a minute to each of his wife's digits before repeating his actions on the other hand. Andy felt completely relaxed yet the strange lotion made her tingle all over. Suddenly Rob shifted off of her to turn himself round. Now she could feel his cock, through his boxers, resting between the checks of her ass. She clenched them a little and shifted her hips as much as she was able with his weight on top of her. "Don't misbehave...." He warned, reaching down to lift her legs up, her calves the next part her to feel his strong hands for a few sublime minutes. Next Andy felt the tips of his fingers slowly begin to trace a zigzag path up her inner thighs. She spread her legs apart. Already aroused she felt her panties dampen even more before the fabric was reverently pulled aside. Rob began to blow lightly, a warm breeze that made her gasp. "You like that?" "Oh...yeah...." Andy moved her legs so that she could lift her rump a little into the air so Rob could better direct his breath better over her quivering pussy. The effect of his breath proved so tortuously sensual that she was considering pleading for mercy or begging that he make her cum. Instead she bit her lip and groaned. Rob knew what his wife wanted anyway. Getting off her, standing at the foot of the bed, he rolled Andy over. He looked down at her body, motherhood had softened her curves, added a little extra to the thighs and hips but none of that mattered. Andy was the only woman that he ever wanted. She was flushed and sleepy-looking, her hair a wild strawberry corona on the pillow. Rob pulled his boxers down over his erection, let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. "You're so beautiful..." He sighed. "Oh shush...." Andy protested lightly. Her husband's compliments always embarrassed her a little as well as making her feel happy because they were always sincere. Rob grinned at his wife's shyness before his sweet kisses slowly ascended up her leg, stopping only briefly to avoid her panties as they made their way down. "Hhhh..." She whimpered as his tongue flicked over her sensitive clit then softly lapped at her pussy lips. Rob looked up in time to see Andy begin to run her hands over her breasts, cupping them together, pinching her nipples with a thumb and forefinger. Rob loved his wife's breasts so he crawled up to nuzzle between them. "Awww..." Andy moaned. If Andy was disappointed that her pussy had been abandoned, then it did not last long as it was soon full of Rob's hard inches. Andy reached down, her hands running over her husband's broad back and came to rest on his meaty buttocks, squeezing them, quietly insisting that they begin to move. Their bodies moved in unison, like two halves of the same person. Rob was a considerate lover and he had barely started to gently thrust when her orgasm came. As usual, careful not to wake the children, she suppressed the urge to vocalize her ecstasy, instead inhaling deeply, internalizing the waves of pleasure, the only outward sign the stiffening of her shoulders and her clenched fists. The muscles, just worked over by Rob contracted and pulsed blissfully. When, eventually it passed and Andy began to exhale Rob seemed determined to smother her with kisses. They softly rained down on her cheeks, her nose, earlobes and neck. His hands, cupping her breasts. Her soft moans like music to him. Before he had met Andy Rob always been slightly embarrassed by sex. The love and closeness he shared with his wife had seen that unease ebb away. Then forehead to forehead, his urgent breath on her face, Rob came too, it was the most natural thing in the world. Elena, listening in downstairs had started frigging herself to climax as soon as she'd heard the unfastening of Rob's belt. Her mind supplying the pictures to the sounds she heard. The Bishops didn't fall asleep straight away. They talked to each other about their days as they enjoyed a cuddle and a few more kisses. Only an hour later did they fall asleep, their bodies spooning close and comfortable. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ A month later ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The whole family was in the kitchen as Andy was preparing dinner. Rob was looking at several pictures that Mattie had painted earlier. Elena, who'd already seen them, was amazed at how enthused Rob was. To her they'd been unrecognizable splashes of colour and crude pencil lines. She'd faked her admiration but Rob seemed sincerely interested as Mattie babbled on about what each one depicted. Elena was feeding Abby but her mind was on other things, namely she was daydreaming about what Rob's cock looked like and how it would taste. "I saw the Petersons at the store today." Andy said. "I didn't want to ask them but how is Thumper doing?" She continued, mentioning their neighbours' pet rabbit. It had long been a favourite of the girls'. "Not so good. The kindest thing might be to put her down." Rob answered. The atmosphere went a bit solemn. The Bishops' daughters both knew what that meant, their daddy having it explained it to them when Boots, their cat had been clipped by a passing car last year. "Daddy, Kirsty said that animals don't have souls." Monica stated. Mattie looked troubled and tears welled up in her eyes. Mummy and Daddy had said that Boots was in Heaven with Nanna Jean, keeping her company.... "Of course they do." Rob said to reassure his daughters. "You know what your Granda used to say to me. A soul is a little bit of love. If you love something, like the Peterson's loved Thumper and you loved Boots then they have a soul." Andy said softly, crouching down to put her arms around her daughters. "What about bugs and spiders? I don't even like them!" Mattie inquired, her eyes wide. "Sweetheart, God loves them for us." Rob reminded his middle child. Elena barely stopped herself rolling her eyes. The Bishop's had asked for a Christian nanny so she'd lied on the form and, when accompanying them to Church every Sunday, she'd played along. She would imagine fucking the priest when things got too boring. The only thing she liked about the Bishops' quiet beliefs is the extra frisson it would provide, and the extra betrayal Rob would commit, when he fucked her. His silver cross swinging from his neck as his hard cock pounded into her. ++++++++++++++++ Later that evening ++++++++++++++++ "It's time for your bedtime, kiddo." Rob told Mattie. "Daddy I'm not tired." "Sweetie, you're falling asleep right there." Andy pointed out. "Monica doesn't have to go to bed." The girl huffed petulantly. "Your sister's older." Andy told her. "Listen. Why don't I take you up and read you a story? I'll do all the funny voices and the faces as well...?" Elena suggested. Mattie appeared to be considering it, her eyelids drooping the whole time. " 'kay." She murmured and then let Elena scoop her up into her arms. "Kiss Daddy goodnight." Elena instructed as she carried the child over to Rob. "G'night daddy." Mattie whispered then giggled as her father lifted up her t-shirt to blow a raspberry on her little tummy. "Goodnight angel." He said, ruffling her hair. "And Mummy." "Night mommy." "Sweet dreams, baby." Andy said as she planted a kiss on the child's forehead. After saying goodnight to Monica and Scruffs, picking up Mattie's cuddly panda and blanky the nanny carried to girl to her bedroom. +++++++++++++++ "Your daddy is very handsome, isn't he?" Mattie nodded sleepily. Daddy was the most handsomest man in the world. Her smile replaced suddenly by a yawn. "And he really is nice, too. He loves your mummy very much. They're very happily married. Any one can see how much." This was old news to the little girl but she found the words comforting anyway. She closed her eyes, and snuggled down into the warm bed. Mattie stayed awake just long enough to hear Elena say, "And he's a good daddy too. He loves you so much. Daddy would do anything for you. He's so hard working so that he can provide you with everything you need and make you happy." Elena waited to see if Mattie would sink deeper into her dreams or if her eyes would open again. After a few minutes of watching over her Elena could tell by her breathing that the girl was fast asleep. "But that's going to change, little baby." She said, not caring that there was no one to hear her. Speaking the words aloud caused her pussy to flood with juices. "I'm going to slowly corrupt your daddy. I'm going to make it so that he can't stop thinking about my tits and pussy. He'll resist at first but eventually he'll give into temptation and he won't feel guilty for long. His lust for me will override any sense of decency he has left." The nanny licked her lips at her wickedness. She gazed up at a photo of Rob and Andy that was on the wall. Neither of them was looking at the camera because Andy was holding a newborn Mattie in her arms. Rob's arms were around his wife. There was a similar photo in each of the girls' rooms. "I'm going to fuck him so good again and again that when I'm done with him he's not going to give a shit about your mummy or their marriage. He'll betray his wife and his precious family because I'll be all that he can think about." The slumbering child shifted under the cartoon decorated quilt and Elena wondered if her words were seeping into her unconscious. "Your stupid 'mommy' won't have clue as I steal her husband. She'll keep thinking that Rob is faithful, with no idea that he's fucking me behind her back every chance he gets." Elena kissed the innocent girl's forehead, turned on the Bee Movie night light and left the room. +++++++++++++++++ A week later +++++++++++++++++ Elena, Andy and little Abby were strolling around the mall. When Elena had spotted a cute tank top that she liked, Andy had bought it for her, as well as some cool new sneakers. Of course Elena had protested but had been touched at the older woman's generous insistence. As midday approached the small troupe ventured to the food hall to meet Tessa, a friend of Andy's from college. Tessa proved to be a tall striking woman. A sharp intelligent face framed by an expensive haircut. Her skinny body, enclosed in a charcoal power suit. When introduced to Elena she'd kissed her on both cheeks before stepping back to give her the once over. There was nothing surreptitious about her assessment. Elena was glad that she'd dressed demurely that morning but even so Tess' expression seemed a tad suspicious of her. The Jezebelists had a saying- 'beware the friends of the wives'- one that Elena fully intended to adhere to. +++++++++++++++++ The afternoon actually passed by fairly quickly and Elena's decision to play things especially carefully was paying dividends. Tessa had warmed towards her and by the time that they stopped for coffees a little female camaraderie had developed. "How long have you been friends with Andy?" Elena asked her. "Since our wild days at college. I could really tell you some stories! Some even Rob doesn't know about..." Tessa whispered conspiratorially. "Oh shush." Andy laughed and swatted her girlfriend on the arm. Tessa tore open a sachet of sugar and tipped it into her latte. a wicked smile on her face. "Did Andy tell you that Rob and I were going out before he met her?" Andy huffed with mock annoyance. Elena could tell that this was old comfortable history between the two women but definitely wanted further gossip. "Andy stole him away from you?" Elena probed. If Rob had been stolen once... "I suppose she did." Tessa growled, eyes narrowing before her face lightened up and both older women laughed. "Actually I was looking to dump him anyway. We just weren't very well suited." "But still...?" "No, no I was relieved when they hit it off. I was just looking a good time and Rob was looking for love." "Tess was my maid of honour when we got married." Andy informed her. "My bachelorette party was the most regimented event in history. And there were spreadsheets for the wedding!" Elena chuckled along with them. "Must be difficult for Rob though...wife, ex- girlfriend...the two of you able to compare notes." She fished. She was imagining Rob fucking Jessica, the old chemistry resurfacing so that they were unable to resist cheating on Andy behind her back. "Rob's a sweetheart. He and Andy are so good together, and I for one, are happy for them." Tessa beamed. "With two husbands of my own, been and gone, thank god, I know the marital bliss thing when I see it even if I'll never have it." "Oh what about....oh whatshisname...?" Andy cried. "Paul? Mmmmm..... could be number three...." +++++++++++++++++++++ A fortnight later +++++++++++++++++++++ Elena got two mornings and two evenings off a week, scheduled whenever Rob or Andy had a day off. If Andy was there to watch the kids Elena took herself off to the mall or the movies but when Rob was home Elena stayed there too, constantly nearby and frequently bending over or leaning forward for no discernible reason. Rob never gave a hint that he was aware of any of this, blind to the temptation that Elena was offering every chance she got. WACFYM Ch. 02 She was beginning to despair of ever getting into his pants. This particular morning she was holed up in her room looking at the latest entries on the society's website to cheer herself up. So many of her sisters were out there right now seducing and fucking married men. She clicked on a link and brought up a video that showed a Latina maid being screwed on a dining room table. This slut had only had to wait three days, get naked one day and the man of the house had dropped to his knees to eat out her pussy. Elena wished Rob were that easy. She closed her laptop, pulled herself up and went to have a shower. +++++++++++++++ As she was coming back down the stairs she could hear loud music coming from the den. It sounded like Aretha Franklin though the squeals of the girls made it difficult to be sure. She entered the room, curious to see what was going on. Mattie was running around like a wild thing. Rob had Monica (the main source of the screaming) on his shoulders, ducking and bending, threatening to unbalance his eldest daughter. "Elena! Elena! We're dancing!" Mattie cried. "I can see." Elena grinned. Rob looked up sheepishly as she walked in. "Come and dance too!" Monica ordered, clambering down her daddy's back and running over to her. Elena took her hand and spun her, crouching low as they both mouthed the words to the song. Of course then Mattie wanted to join in and the three girls danced, hand in hand, a ring around Rob, who had his work cut out avoiding legs flung out out of time with the music. "Why don't we let daddy in too?" Elena suggested. When the idea met approval the ring opened up, Elena tingling as her employer took her hand. ++++++++++++++++++ The next track was Chubby Checker's Let's Do The Twist and as the two kids competed with one another to see who could get down the lowest Elena saw on opportunity. She moved in front of Rob and began to twist. Every time she moved a little closer, innocently putting a hand on his waist as if to steady herself. Rob had pretty much stopped moving, except for his shoulders in time to the music. Once he glanced over at his daughters but mostly he was watching Elena's lithe body, the way that her big tits jiggled, and her nipples pert through her tight t-shirt. Elena, low, at crotch height, looked up at him through the wet hair that had fallen over her face. There was the look in Rob's eyes. The realization that a nubile, ripe young woman was so deliciously close to him. Elena knew that he wouldn't be able to help picturing her down there, not dancing but taking his cock into her pretty mouth. Elena came up in time to see the look turn to confusion and guilt, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed hard. Elena turned away, pretending she hadn't noticed, though really she wanted to let out a huge cry of jubilation. Rob was a man and, though he didn't know it, the first small blow to his fidelity had been struck. Elena would seduce him gradually but it was only a matter of time before he was thinking with his dick and forgetting all about Andy and his family. She moved over to the girls and pulled them down on top of her, tickling them and making them howl and squeal. Elena looked up to see Rob walk out of the room, a stiffness about his shoulders. Elena nearly felt sorry for him. He would fight to stay faithful but she would see to it that he would fail. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Over the next few days Elena's jubilation was wearing off. Rob's attitude around her had changed. It was subtle and none of the other Bishops seemed to have noticed but Rob was less at ease with her. He found reasons to avoid being in the same room with her, their conversations as brief as possible, polite but restrained. Elena, who was very sensitive to the moods of the family, having watched them so closely, could see that Rob was paying extra attention to Andy, increasing the affection ever so slightly. Could that brief moment of lust for Elena have strengthened his commitment to his wife? Some of her sisters in the society had posted entries about men who had gotten away. Having been tempted and on the verge of giving in some had requested postings away from their secretary or stopped attending the gym where the would-be Jezebel was making her advances. Elena hoped that would not happen. She had eight more months in the States, more than enough time to chip away at his resolve... As luck would have it, fate was about to give her a hand. +++++++++++++++++ Rob's best friend from college, Frank, decided to pay a visit, staying a few days to catch up with his buddy. Though Andy didn't say anything Elena got the impression that she didn't like him. Frank arrived in time for Friday dinner and, when introduced to Elena, had actually given her a little wolf whistle. His eyes drinking in her body, obviously mentally undressing her right in the hallway. Over the meal Frank's conversation kept having to be censored by either Rob or Andy for sailing a bit close to the wind for the delicate ears of Mattie and Monica and Elena realized that Rob didn't actually like Frank all that much either. Frank, she decided, had never grown up. He'd never settled down, held a steady job or relationship and still dressed like he was 10 years younger. She wondered what he'd be like to fuck. The girls thought he was a riot, delighting in the way he made their parents blush or hurry to contradict something he said. +++++++++++++++++++ The next day Andy asked Elena to accompany her and the girls to the park. Elena, who'd been listening to Rob and Andy's conversation in bed the previous evening, knew that the time away was so Rob could have a chat to Frank and convince him not to stay much longer. Frank stood in the doorway blatantly admiring Elena's arse as she helped Andy pack up the car. ++++++++++++++++++ Frank was having a cigarette in the back garden when Rob joined him with a couple of beers. "Man, have to say I'm jealous." Rob frowned, unable to work out what Frank was talking about. "Elena." Frank explained when he saw his friend's confusion. "Wouldn't mind a hot piece of ass like that in my house every day." "Come on...really? She's my kids' nanny!" Rob protested. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed, man?!" Rob thought about Elena doing the Twist a few weeks ago, their bodies too close for comfort. Hadn't he been uncomfortable because he'd suddenly seen her as a young desirable woman? "I'm married." Rob stated. "Oh. Right. Of course you love Andy so it's strictly hands off." He knew that. Though Frank was as promiscuous as the supply of easy women enabled he knew that Rob was happily monogamous. "There's no harm in just looking is there? Especially when the babe parades around in clothes like that." His buddy said, pointing to Elena's clothes hanging on the washing line. "Huh." Frank frowned. "What?" "No bras. I suppose 'cause there's no need when she's got a rack that firm, eh?" Rob shrugged. He really didn't feel comfortable talking about this and wanted the conversation to end. The topic matter was inappropriate. Not only was he married but also he was Elena's boss. She was still practically a kid, one that he'd a duty to protect. It didn't help that he was remembering the way she'd looked as they'd danced, the way her breasts had swayed, the shape of her nipples visible through her top...that little frisson of electricity when he'd noticed her charms. It had felt good. "Know what else? No panties, or knickers, or whatever, isn't that what the Brits call them," Rob swallowed; he couldn't help looking at the clothes' line to see if his friend's observation were true. Only Andy's sensible panties were there. He felt embarrassed, for the first time, about his wife. Frank had to be thinking that Andy was sexually unexciting... No underwear belonging to Elena was visible at all. "Too bad...I mighta 'nicked' a pair!" Frank chuckled at his own stupid joke. Rob wasn't really listening. He was thinking about Elena. Had she really never worn panties the whole time she'd been in the house? Every time she'd sat at their table for dinner her teen pussy had been bare under her skirt? Had there been times when all it would have taken was for him to be looking in the right direction? It was unbelievable. Elena seemed such a good girl. He disapproved and might have said something to Elena but the idea of confronting her made his head swim with feelings he wasn't able to identify. He sensed they were dangerous and he couldn't admit them to himself so he decided it had nothing to do with him what she wore and ultimately had no bearing on him. He shook his head and pulled himself together. He resolved to put such thoughts out of his mind. +++++++++++++++++++ It turned out Frank got a better offer somewhere else and left that night. Elena and the Bishops settled down to watch a family film, eat chocolate and drink milk, a little ritual that everyone made time for. Andy and the kids sat on the couch, with Rob on a cushion on the floor by his wife's feet. Elena sat on an armchair, her feet curled beneath her. Unable to help himself Rob glanced up at Elena. From his position he could see where her milky soft thighs ended and became the swell of her behind. The way she sat prevented him from determining if she was wearing panties. A little startled by the rush of blood to his cock, he realized that he'd been hoping for a glimpse of her teenage pussy. He blushed, at the same time knowing that the dimmed lights would hide it. In the midst of his unsuspecting family he glanced in her direction every time she moved, he felt ashamed, of course but the prevailing emotion was one of disappointment. Elena, unaware of Frank's observation earlier, missed out on an opportunity to flash him what he wanted. +++++++++++++++++ Elena was unaware of the change that had been affected in Rob but enjoyed its benefits. His attitude towards her had reverted back to being friendly. It wasn't that he was deliberately watching her. If he caught himself checking out Elena's breasts, ass or the position of her hemline he would avert his gaze guiltily but a little voice (a bit like Frank's) would tell himself that there was no harm in just looking. ++++++++++++++++++ A few weeks later ++++++++++++++++++ Rob and Andy had gone out to celebrate their anniversary. Rob had booked a real nice restaurant for the occasion and planned to go dancing afterwards. They told her that they'd be back late. Elena figured that when they got back they'd make love (with Elena listening). The prospect had made her horny already. Elena had seen to kids to bed then pushed the Bishop's wedding video into the VCR. She fast-forwarded through all the footage of Andy getting ready, the guests arriving at the church and so on. Then there was a great shot of Rob, smiling and looking happy. Years younger, of course, and dressed immaculately, he was hot. Elena paused the tape and slipped a hand down the waistband of her skirt. She was already wet enough to push a couple of fingers in to her pussy. She resumed watching. The cameraman had caught the look of the groom's face as the bride entered. Love, true and simple. Elena wriggled her skirt down her thighs and started to play with her clit. She fast-forwarded passed all the boring ceremony, to the good stuff. Andy and Rob had each written their own vows. Elena shut her eyes, listening to Rob recite a verse of beautiful love poetry and promise himself to Andy forever, she came hard. +++++++++++++++++++ Elena heard the front door open around one. She pretended to be watching some dumb horror movie marathon in case they came into the room. She could hear them murmuring in the hallway then there was banging sound and Andy laughed. More murmuring then what sounded like two people trying to climb the stairs. Elena wondered if the difficulty they were having was due to passion or alcohol. +++++++++++++++++ About 10 minutes later +++++++++++++++++ Rob came into the room. "Oh hey, Elena." He said. "Did you have a good night?" She replied, noticing that he was ever so slightly unsteady on his feet. "Very good...Gonna regret all the dancing tomorrow..." He answered, moving towards the kitchen carefully. "not used to that much wine any more, I guess." He laughed. "Think Andy's out for the night. Just gonna get a glass of water in case she wakes up." Elena could tell that he was a bit disappointed that the fun didn't look likely to continue in bed. As he went into the kitchen, nearly tripping over Scruffs who'd gotten up to see why his master was coming in so late, Elena wondered how drunk and horny Rob was. "The kid's okay?" Rob asked when he returned, his shirt damp from having trouble with the tap. "They're fine. Monica just needs to finish her math homework tomorrow." Rob nodded and sat down next to Elena. "What movie is this?" He inquired, gesturing to the TV. "Dunno, some vampire thing...lots of blood...and sex." Her emphasis on the sex part made him turn and look at her. Elena wondered if he could smell the scent of what she'd been doing earlier. "Yeah?" Rob groaned. His eyes slowly covered Elena's body, the alcohol lowering his inhibitions. Any thoughts of returning to his sleeping wife had gone. She turned her body so that she was facing him. Somehow his hand ended up on Elena's thigh and, watching her eyes for protest, he slid it up under her skirt. When Elena felt his tentative fingers brush up against her bare pussy lips she put an arm around his neck and pulled him in to kiss her. He tasted of wine and smelled vaguely of smoke. Their lips locked, Rob shut his eyes and let Elena do most of the work but every now and then his tongue would enter her mouth. The stroking of her pussy intensified, sometimes cupping her shaved mound with his hand or using his fingers to part her folds. She began to buck against his fingers. Elena moved a hand down to Rob's lap, where his hard-on was making a visible bulge through the cloth. She broke off their kiss to undo his belt, pull down his zip and then her hand was in his boxers. His cock was long and fat in her palm and she began to jerk it up and down. "Elena..." Rob moaned. "Yeah?" She whispered in his ear as she pulled off his tie and untucked his shirt. She was very aroused. Nine years ago Rob and Andy had been enjoying their wedding night and in all the years since Rob had been faithful to his wife. Now his hand was up her skirt, his cock just waiting to be pulled out and sucked. "This is wrong...Andy and the girls are right up stairs...." Rob protested. "We'll be quiet..." She replied as she moved to straddle him. "Andy will never know..." "No..." He groaned, using both hands to hold her away. There was a look of deep uncertainty and regret as he pushed her back onto the seat. Rob stood up and fastened his pants. He blinked his eyes a few times as if trying to make himself more alert. "I'm sorry..." He added before leaving. "Shit." ++++++++++++++++++ The next day ++++++++++++++++++ Rob did not look as if he had had a good night's sleep when he came down stairs. "Morning." Elena greeted him. Rob paled visibly and rubbed his stubbled chin. "Elena." He groaned and then yawned. When it was over he sat down at the table opposite her. " About last night..." He started but trailed off as his courage failed him. "It was just a kiss, nothing really. You were drunk." Elena reassured him. "We should forget about it." Rob swallowed hard, put his head in his hands and looked as if he were about to cry. "I don't know if I can. God, if Andy ever found out....." He shot her an abject look. The possibility was too awful to contemplate. " Yes I was drunk but my actions were inexcusable. If you wanted to leave I'd understand...." "Do you want me to go back home?" Elena growled. Rob averted his eyes and his silence spoke volumes. He wanted her gone, to put temptation out of reach. Elena could practically see what he was thinking; Elena hadn't been drunk last night, she'd been willing to go all the way...maybe she'd taken advantage of him... Elena stared at him, growing angry. "I'd have to tell Andy why I was going." "But..." He snarled. Right then Mattie padded into the room. Rob couldn't look at her. He'd come so close to jeopardizing his family last night that to see one of his precious children caused his heart to wrench. He shot an impotent look at Elena, grabbed Scruff's lead and slammed the back-door behind him. "Is daddy mad at you? Does he not like you anymore?" "Don't tell Mommy," Elena smiled wickedly and pulled the little girl on to her lap. "but your daddy likes me a lot more than he ought to." Mattie just looked puzzled as Elena poured her a bowl of cereal. ++++++++++++++++++++ Over the next few weeks Rob threw himself into his family. He found so much that he cherished. His family was too precious to him to risk throwing it all away for some stupid, meaningless passion. He tried to confess to Andy one night. Their marriage was strong enough to survive this. Andy would see his remorse and how the guilt was killing him and she would forgive him. They would remove Elena from their home; Rob would put his brief infidelity down to a momentary insanity and go on being the same dependable man he'd always been. He'd gotten as far as telling Andy that they needed to talk when Abby had woken up crying. Rob had offered to go and calm her down. When Rob had got back from seeing to his youngest, his will failed him. He didn't want to see a second of pain on his wife's face to have let down the trust she had placed in him. His children would be able to sense that something had gone wrong. Would they associate it with Elena's sudden dismissal and grow up knowing he'd been lusting after their nanny? +++++++++++++++ Elena kept giving him smug or goading looks whenever no one was around. Rob had begun to suspect that the character she'd presented herself to be hid a darker side. What kind of girl never wore panties? A tease, a slut. Looking back at her time in the house he could identify incidents and events, innocent at the time that taken as a whole seemed orchestrated to flaunt herself in front of him. Was he really to blame for his momentary unfaithfulness in the light of Elena's twisted campaign to lead him astray? He hated her and hated her presence in his home. Hated the way that his family adored her and couldn't see her for who she was. He prayed to God everyday for the strength to resist. Yes, he was physically attracted to Elena but he had resisted her once. It was still in his power to decide whether to act upon it and he never would. That she was such a wanton seductress made her repugnant to him. ++++++++++++++++++ A month later ++++++++++++++++++ Andy had taken her daughters to her mother's for the day. Elena had been looking forward to the day all week. Rob was a difficult man to get completely alone. Even if it wasn't because he was avoiding her, usually Andy or one of the girls was distracting him and Elena was prevented from getting too close. Elena's pussy dampened as she watched the man from the first floor window. Her prey was sitting in the courtyard by the pool, reading a newspaper. She could see that he was shirtless. Today Rob was vulnerable, without his family around Elena could finally put on a show that Rob couldn't help but enjoy. Elena walked through the house, thrilled at her half-nakedness. Rob had resisted her before but then he hadn't been faced with her uncovered flesh. The bikini she wore really covered very little. It really was a sinful thing to wear around a married man...even the most reluctant imagination wouldn't be able to help picturing the delights it barely concealed. WACFYM Ch. 02 ++++++++++++++++ By the time Elena had got downstairs Rob was in water. Focused on his stroke he didn't see Elena come through the gate and head towards to the loungers. She watched as Rob pulled himself from the water. She gazed at his masculine chest, thick hair, wet, carpeting his defined pecs and flat stomach. There was no six-pack but no belly either. Elena looked as the lower half emerged from the pool. Rob's saturated shorts around his narrow waist were weighed down showing where his glory trail became his pubic hair and clung to his thick thighs and the contours of his well-hung genitals. He shook water from his hair and pulled at the fabric of his trunks so they covered him up. Elena exhaled slowly. Rob looked over. He didn't say anything. He'd given up on greeting Elena, making no effort to be polite if he could get away with it. Elena was pleased to see that he took a sharp intake of breath and his eyes widened as he saw what she was wearing. "You should cover yourself up." Rob hissed. "Why? Don't look if you don't want to." Came her retort as she stretched her arms above her head. With her back arched Rob couldn't help gazing at her awesome tits. "Don't you feel the least bit ashamed flaunting yourself like that, trying to seduce me?" "I think you like looking at my big tits." Elena teased him, running a finger up and down her deep cleavage. Rob gulped and sat down on the lounger next to hers as if his legs had been unable to support him. "Why are you doing this to me?" He pleaded. It didn't occur to him to deny her statement. His eyes never left Elena's breasts. He absentmindedly rubbed a hand over his belly. Elena just smirked, removed her bikini top and cupped her exposed tits together. "Do you like them?" Rob paused then nodded numbly, a dumb puppy dog expression on his face. She scooted round to treat Rob with a view between her long flawless legs. "Have you been thinking about me?" "Yes." He said quickly, his mouth dry. "You love Andy, don't you?" "Yes." He responded naturally. "But you can't resist me, can you?" "I......" Rob looked as if he were fighting with himself. He glanced back at the house as if confirming that they were all alone then back down between her creamy thighs. "You can't resist these, can you?" Elena sighed, trailing her fingers over her erect nipples. "No..." He croaked. "You want to see my perfect little pussy?" "Yes." His voice sounded faraway. Like someone else was talking. Elena stood, pulled at the two knots at her curvy hips and was then completely naked. She slowly walked the short distance so she was before him. Rob put both hands on her ass and pulled her close to unleash his kiss on her hips and lower abdomen. Elena ran her hands through his damp hair and down his bare back. He smelled of chlorine Rising to tip toes and spreading her legs she directed Rob's tongue to her moist sex. "Ahhh...." She groaned but the angle was awkward. He couldn't drive his tongue in and out of her pussy so she pulled away and retreated to her own lounger and lay down. Rob stood up, and hand down his trunks tugging on his cock, joined her. He got down on his knees and pushed her legs apart. Elena reached down and used two fingers to spread her pussy lips obscenely. Were any of his neighbours home? He briefly wondered what his neighbours would think. They were more used to seeing him playing soccer with Monica, pushing Mattie on the swing or mowing the lawn whilst his wife planted. If anyone was watching, seeing him between Elena's creamy thighs, about to go down on this teen slut he didn't care; his brief taste of her had not been enough to quench his sudden thirst. He grabbed her thighs and buried his head between them. "Look up as you eat my pussy." Elena begged as she wriggled against his hot mouth. Rob complied, rewarded by the sight of her breasts heaving as she breathed harder and harder, her face flushed, her lips parted. Elena looked down into his brown eyes, transformed by lust, she could see in them his desire to make her cum. She reached down to play with her throbbing clit. "Ha ha ahhhhhh...." She moaned as her orgasm built, Rob lapping up the juices that flooded her. "You taste so good..." Rob growled, the once faithful family man, nearly unrecognizable as he grinned up at her, mouth and chin slick with her wetness. He resumed licking her pink folds, the sensations spreading in Elena like fire. "Uuuugghh...." She cried as the first wave of heat and force slammed through her body. Rob inserted two fingers in her tight hole, in and out in quick succession so that Elena thought the intensity of her climax might overwhelm her beyond more than she could endure. "Woooooo....." She sighed after what felt like minutes of ecstasy finally began to subside. Rob crawled up her shaking body, his fingertips circled over her wide pink aureoles before tweaking both pert nubs between his thumbs and forefingers. "I love your tits." He growled, fondling them roughly, the weight of his hips pinning her to the lounger, his hardness digging into her. He was so rapt by the bountiful handfuls of her tits that he didn't hear the back door open. He slowly sucked at one nipple then the other. "Andy? Rob? Elena?" "Shit! That's Tessa." Rob cried, jumping off of Elena. ++++++++++++++++++ By the time Tessa made it the pool area Elena was wrapped in a robe and a hastily placed newspaper hid Rob's stiff cock. Rob's ex seemed oblivious to what she'd interrupted and the guilty look on Rob's face. +++++++++++++++++ The next morning +++++++++++++++++ Elena walked into the kitchen and saw Andy over by the pantry. She poured herself a glass of orange juice and observed the older woman. "Oh morning, Elena!" Andy said upon turning. " Sleep well?" The girl nodded. Untroubled by conscience she always slept soundly. "Anyone else up?" "Just Rob. He should be outta the shower by now if you want to use it before the girls hog the bathroom?" "Thanks. I think I will." ++++++++++++++++ Elena quietly turned the doorknob of Rob and Andy's bedroom and sneaked in. "Elena...what do you think you're playing at?! Andy might catch us..." Rob was only wearing a pair of boxers but, despite his words, made no effort to cover himself up. He was unbashful about his near- nakedness now, a sure sign of how irrevocably changed he was by Elena's games. He didn't make an attempt to get Elena to leave either so she walked up to him. Rob watched as she approached. The slut was covered by robe but it didn't matter, the image of her nude body was engraved in his memory. She was close enough to smell him now, the lingering scent of shaving gel, subtle aftershave, the general maleness that made her shiver. A moment passed. Neither one made a move. Rob pulled away, went over to the bedside table and picked up his watch. "I'm a fool." Rob growled. " I should have told Andy the second I realized what was happening to me. I've never kept anything from her before..." He looked over to the photo frames on the wall, snapshots of his marriage, times when Andy had been all he'd ever wanted. "But you didn't tell her." "No. That was my first mistake." Rob snarled. "I can assure that what happened yesterday was my last." "I wouldn't be so sure." Elena mocked. "I keep telling you, I love Andy." He sighed, a wheedling tone in his voice. "So what?! We both know you really want, my pussy. Don't deny it." Rob glanced over at the closed door. "My pussy holds power over you now and it's strong enough to render any other....concerns....meaningless." Elena continued. Rob's eyes narrowed. "Get out." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Despite what he'd said that day in the bedroom, that night at the dinner table Elena had taken one of his hands and guided it up her skirt. For a couple of minutes it just rested there but Rob did not pull away. Rob had carried on talking to his wife as if nothing was happening under the table. Elena had noticed that Rob had stopped touching Andy as much, those little signs of affection replaced by stolen moments with the slutty nanny. ++++++++++++++++++ A week later ++++++++++++++++++ Elena was doing the dishes. Rob came up behind her, pressing his warm body against her back as he reached round, sliding a hand up under her sweater to grope her tits. "I know it's wrong but....I can't keep my hands off you..." Elena smiled and nodded. She could feel his hard-on at the small of her back. She shivered. His wife and children were just in the other room. "What about Andy..?" She teased. "Oh God, Elena...she doesn't deserve this. I shouldn't be doing this to her..." He croaked and pulled away, turning his back. " What she doesn't know won't hurt her...."Elena smiled. His guilt would fade as the power of her body took hold of him, his indecent longing corrupting him completely. Once they fucked he wouldn't even wish to resist. Elena just needed one night with him, a night when Andy was away. His children asleep down the hall Elena would take their mother's place in the marital bed and Rob would forget all about his wife. Then he would hers. "You want to fuck me?" No response from Rob. He knew the answer would decide his fate. So many thoughts were rushing through his mind. Rob turned to face her, a naughty smile on his face. He stepped closer to Elena and leaned in to whisper in her ear. He knew he should say no instead he said the truth. "Yes. I want to fuck you." Rob normally never used such words but no other word accurately described what he fantasized about doing to Elena. He felt so much better now he'd finally admitted it. ++++++++++++++++++ The momentous night came a week later. The nursing home had called Andy to ask if she minded doing a night shift. They wouldn't have called but there was no one else available. Of course Andy had said yes. Elena had had to repress her laughter as she watched Rob practically hurry his wife out the door. Poor unsuspecting Andy, oblivious to the fact that her formerly devoted husband was intending to cheat behind her back with the girl she trusted to look after her children. +++++++++++++++++ "All asleep." He told Elena with a smile. Rob had been upstairs to check that his daughters were sleeping peacefully. He was a loving dad. He often looked in on them but tonight his purpose had been to make sure that they didn't walk in on their father committing adultery. Elena pleased to see no sign that his conscience was troubled. Elena glanced over to the web cam she'd hidden on the bookcase. There'd been a two for one sale at the store. She'd planted its twin in the master bedroom earlier when Rob was helping Monica with her homework. All of her sisters in the society would be able to watch this married man fuck his nanny. ++++++++++++++++++++++ Rob just stood in the middle of the room. He ran a nervous hand through his hair. "Elena, listen... I can't do it. I love Andy too much to...."He stammered. "Even if she doesn't find out...I'd know..." This was Rob's last chance to back out and Elena had been expecting second thoughts. Sure he'd fooled around with her but that last hurdle had to be faced he needed to make a choice; his wife or teen slut. Elena knew that he loved Andy but she just had to convince his cock and he would be hers. She pushed him down onto the couch. "Elena..." He protested. Making sure he was watching she began to sway to imaginary music. Rob's gaze followed her fingers as she slowly unbuttoned of her blouse. Eventually her tits were freed. She gave them a little shake. "So much better than Andy's, aren't they?" Rob didn't want to respond. Somehow, despite what was happening, he didn't want to say unkind things about his wife. The trouble was a negative reply would have been a lie. " yeah..." He eventually managed to say. Elena walked towards the couch, until she was standing between Rob's spread legs. He reached up to stroke Elena's side, unable to believe the softness of her skin, unable to believe this blond angel was really in front of him. Elena slapped his hand back down, causing him to let out a little laugh. She bent down began to undo his shirt. A few seconds later and Rob was bare-chested and Elena was running her hands through his chest hair. "I wanna suck your big married cock." Spurred on by her words Rob hastily unzipped his fly, and pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles, unabashedly displaying his hard nine inches sticking from his curly brown pubic hair and hairy balls. Elena dropped to her knees. Finally she was gonna get to taste the cock she'd been dreaming about since the first time she'd meet him. She began by slathering up and down his thick manhood until it glistened. No inch of his cock was spared the ministrations of her tongue. "You taste good." Elena told him. "Ahhhh...suck my cock...." "Hmmmph..." She moaned as she closed her mouth around Rob's thickness, slurping and guzzling him down her throat. "Oh Jesus..." He responded as her tongue flew up and down his hard shaft, her hand holding on to his balls and squeezing firmly. She began to bob up and down wildly; her lips tight round him, feeling mind-blowing around the rim of his cock head. She broke off. "Does Andy suck your cock like this? "Don't...." Rob cautioned. He wanted Elena to stop bringing up Andy. He felt, in a strange way, that his adultery had nothing to do with his marriage. Elena resumed her sloppy blow-job, varying the speed and angle until Rob was driven, both of his hands on her head, to thrusting with his hips to match the rhythm. It was fast and nasty. Sometimes she'd pull his slick cock from her mouth and run it's tip over her beautiful lips, using saliva and precum like gloss. Other times she'd move up to brush her nipples over his purple helmet then squash his manhood between her massive mammories. "Mmmm mmmm mmmmm...." Elena moaned, her lips and nose nestled the thick brown curls at the base of his shaft. The humming and the sucking driving Rob into a frenzy. Elena could see his white knuckles as his hands gripped the couch cushion. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed. He was breathing hard. "God.... I think I'm gonna cum...." Elena stopped suddenly. "You want me to swallow all your cum, baby. All the cum that you promised Andy. You wanna give all that cum to me?" "Yeah..." Rob groaned. Rob had no qualms about betraying Andy now. All of his reluctance was gone. "Give all your cum to a little slut instead of your wife?" "Yeah..." Rob whined. Elena was doing something with her hand that kept on the verge of climax. Rob would have said anything...He was cheating on his wife but he didn't care. His marriage vows were forgotten. "I want your cum in my wet snatch. Wouldn't you rather shoot all your jizz deep inside me...? Rob smiled his approval of the idea. ++++++++++++++++ Elena was completely naked as they crept up the stairs, Rob in just his open shirt and boxers. Rob didn't even think they might wake his daughters, that they might see him like this, horny and about to commit the final act that would make his betrayal of their family complete. When Elena told him that she wanted to fuck him in they bed he shared with Andy, he'd just scooped up their discarded clothes and turned off the lights. The old Rob, decent and loyal, would have rebelled against the idea. The old Rob was gone, completely subsumed by sinful lust. +++++++++++++++ Rob flung Elena onto the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her tits and stroking her pussy at the same time, Elena feeling enveloped in the older man's big strong arms. "Your body's so hot...." He mumbled. "Do you love it more than your wife's body?" Rob grunted his assent, his mouth too full of nipple to say the words. Next to Elena, Andy came last in every comparison. He ran his hands all over her body as if he would never be able to get enough of her. Elena could feel his cock grow to full hardness again. Elena stretched out naked on the white cotton. "Do you wish it was me in your bed every night?" "Yes." He replied. They kissed. It wasn't like the furtive kisses they'd stolen when Andy wasn't looking, always keeping an ear out for her approach. This time when their lips locked it consumed them, neither one wanting it to stop even to breathe. Elena sucked his tongue into her mouth, chasing it as it retreated and then the action was repeated. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling his weight down on top of her. Finally it had to stop, they were too out of breath to go on, Rob nibbling on her lower lip in between gulping down air. He hauled himself off of her and walked over to his jacket, pulling out a pack of condoms. He'd gone to a store close to the surgery the day after telling Elena that he wanted to fuck her. He hadn't even felt a twinge of doubt as he'd handed over the money. "Don't.." Elena sighed as Rob moved to tear open the packet. "I'm on the pill...." Rob didn't need asking twice. The unopened condoms fell to the floor. Elena got to her knees and turned away, Rob getting behind her a few interminable seconds later. Cock firmly in one hand, he guided it to her entrance and pushed it inside her. She leaned back against his chest, one arm up around his neck. Her ass wriggled, tight and close against his lap and his belly. She could feel his breathing. "I'd forgotten how good a tight young cunt felt." Rob groaned, as he made small, deliberate thrusts into the girl sitting on him. He wrapped his arms around her, the left one mauling her bouncing breasts, the other at her clit or touching his cock as it penetrated her. Elena could see his hairy legs next to her own smooth ones, pale and white in contrast. Elena ran her finger over the manly hair of his forearms and pulled his left hand from her tits. Could Rob understand what the sight of his wedding ring could do to her? The symbol of everything was he betraying....that he'd succumbed to her. Elena came. It was quick and sharp but intense, so sudden that she saw stars. Rob might not even have noticed. He was busy pumping away, trying to pull her closer to his body, unable to fully enter her in this position. Elena instinctively understood his need. Without words Elena pulled away and got down on her hands and knees. Rob pulled himself on top of her, pushing her down towards the pillows. Elena squeezed until his entire length was buried in her snatch. Rob began to slam into her, the rough doggy style making her tits judder. "Hnnnnnnn...oh....yeah...fuck me hard..." Elena demanded, bucking her hips. She looked down, able to see his loaded balls swinging. Rob, beginning to sweat as he built up momentum, looked down so he could see his cock disappear into her. "Have you been thinking about me when you fuck her?" "Mmmmm hmmmm." Rob nodded. "Every time...." The first time it had happened he'd felt so guilty but not enough to stop to stop him picturing Elena writhing beneath him as he'd ejaculated deep inside his wife. "I want you to think about her as you fuck me." Elena hissed, Rob's cross dangling from his neck onto her bare back as he humped his ass, ploughing into her. " Picture your wife as you cheat on her. Imagine her coming in now,". Rob began to grunt hard. He began to fuck her roughly, noisy and animalistic. The sounds bestial and raw. Any concern about waking his children with gone, Elena and her cunt were his whole world. He couldn't have contained himself even if he had wanted to. He had to vocalize what he was feeling in his balls, the root of his cock. WACFYM Ch. 02 "God...Elena..."Rob cried. "Seeing you fuck me...ah.. with your...ah... unfaithful unsheathed cock." "You...dirty little...bitch...." Rob snarled, reminded why he didn't like Elena. It didn't slow him down though, her words exciting more than he'd have thought. If Andy had come in right then he wouldn't be able to stop or even want to. He leaned back and spanked her ass, enjoying the way it made Elena jerk around and clench tighter on his shaft. He slapped her again on the other cheek. "I'm gonna cum in your little slut pussy." "I want all your cum...in my mouth, in my cunt..." Elena repeated. "From now on empty your balls in me and leave none for Andy." "Huuungh..." Rob exclaimed as he came, spurt after spurt of his white fluid exploding deep inside her. He was still inside her when they fell asleep together; their naked limbs a tangle. ++++++++++++++++++ " Hey sweetheart. Did you have a good night last night?" Andy asked Rob as she came through the door the next morning. Rob had been expecting to feel a pang of guilt when he saw Andy for the first time after last night and he did. Yes last night had been the best fuck of his life but, despite words spoken in the heat of the moment, his love for Andy still remained. It just wasn't enough to stop him already thinking about the next time he'd enjoy Elena. They'd have to be careful, of course, but he wanted to fuck her every chance he got. Rob mostly felt relief that Andy hadn't come home any earlier. He and Elena had only been up for the last twenty minutes. In fact Elena was still in the shower. He had very nearly decided to join her. "Fairly quiet. Nothing happened. Fancy some breakfast?" Rob offered. "Absolutely." Andy replied, kissing her gorgeous husband on his forehead. +++++++++++++++++ Three months later. +++++++++++++++++ As Elena boarded her return flight she wondered if things would return to normal for the Bishops. Could Rob go back to being the man he had been before Elena arrived, set out to steal him then introduced him to months of adultery? She didn't ponder it for long. She was thinking about the man across the aisle. There was a wedding ring on his finger. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Epilogue +++++++++++++++++++++++ Rob pulled into the parking lot of a motel, opened the glove compartment and removed the pack of condoms he'd bought earlier then got out of the car. He looked around him and smiled. There was no sign he'd been followed. Andy hadn't set a private detective on to him yet because she was still blithely unaware that her husband had fucked their nanny and in fact, had become an adulterer behind her back. With Elena gone Rob could have back to being the dutiful husband and father of three he'd been before but the truth was his wife was no longer enough for him. They still had sex but for Rob it was perfunctory, just going through the motions. Before he had seen the changes to her body as symbols of what she'd given him, his daughters. After he'd had Elena over and over again he came to see that Andy had let herself go and would never be able to excite him ever again. He locked the vehicle and began to check the numbers on the doors of the room before him. He found the one he was looking for, where Tessa was waiting for him. +++++++++++++++ Tessa opened the door when Rob knocked, pulling it open and standing there so he could get a good view of what she was wearing. His eyes wandered over her body, the black lace bra and panties, the stockings and suspenders. He let out a little whistle of appreciation as he entered the room. Tess had not let herself go, with a figure many younger women would have envied. They were on each other in an instant, feverishly kissing and touching before the door had even fully closed. Neither Tess or Rob quite knew who has seduced whom. Several months ago Tess had been at their house and noticed that Rob kept checking out her tits when Andy wasn't looking. Memories of Rob, his body and his cock came flooding back and it occurred to her that she'd been looking for a husband when who she really wanted was someone else's, her best friend's. She'd begun to flirt with him, sensing that the man who'd been so happily married, so unattainable might not be any more. It didn't matter who had initiated that first kiss only that it had swept aside any reticence she might have felt in fucking her best friend's husband. Rob, who had strayed once, found it much easier the second time. "I've been hard since I got your message...." Rob told her as he began to walk her backwards to the bed. "Where are you supposed to be tonight?" Tess inquired as Rob's strong arms lowered her to the sheets. "It's Monica's birthday today." Rob replied evenly. Little by little, without his even noticing it, these illicit fuck sessions had become his priority, usurping the place of his family. "Andy thinks I had to go on an 'emergency call out'." Both Tessa and Rob laughed. There'd been quite a few pet emergencies lately. They kissed again, shedding their clothes as they did so, in a hurry to be naked with each other. Tessa stroked his cock as he fiddled with her suspenders. It was bigger than she remembered. Why had she ever given it up? Rob broke off the kiss and went over to his pants to retrieve the condoms, Tessa watching as he started to put the rubber over his hard cock. "Rob..." Tessa moaned. "Yes?" Rob asked, the latex only half way down his erection. "I want you to fuck me without it." Tessa whispered, as if it had taken an effort to say. Rob raised a quizzical eyebrow. "I want a baby. I want you to give me a baby." Tessa rushed to say. "What?!" Rob cried conflicted, the sight of her arousing him, her words, unexpected and shocking, arousing him even more. His mistress got up, walked over to him and forced her breasts against his chest. "I don't want anything else." Tessa reassured him emphatically as she took his hand and led him back to the bed. "I just want you to knock me up." Rob let himself get eased down to the mattress. Tessa crawled up and straddled him; her tits level with his face. He gazed at them as Tessa sunk down onto his throbbing manhood. He'd never felt as hard as he did now. "Think about all that potent sperm in your balls." Tessa suggested, him flat on his back as she rode him. "Don't you want to make your wife's best friend pregnant?" His hands were pawing her hips, her thighs, and her ass as she bucked and bounced on his fat shaft. She bent over so that her big tits were practically in his face. "Yes." Rob admitted loudly, there was nothing he wanted to do more. "What do you want?" Tessa moaned, "I want to knock you up." Rob groaned and it was the truth, the resulting offspring proof of how little Andy had come to mean to him. "Andy will watch me get fat with your baby and never know that her husband is the father." "....ahhhh...." Rob yelled, his only thought of impregnating the woman on top of him, as he unloaded jet after of jet of hot cum deep inside her. WACFYM Ch. 03 Stockholm ++++++++++ Saturday ++++++++++ Adam Benson was sitting on his bed, watching as his wife, Emma, pulled her long chestnut hair up into a bun. He smiled as he admired the way the classic little black dress clung to her body, highlighting her beautiful breasts, flat stomach and curvaceous hips. The nylon stockings and black high heels added just the right touch of naughtiness. "God, I'm a lucky man." He thought to himself. "Adam...?" Emma asked, using a hand to indicate that she wanted him to help her with her necklace. He got up and stood behind her, close enough that when he inhaled he caught the subtle trace of her perfume. He fixed the clasp and then trailed his palm over her pale shoulder and down her arm. "You know, we don't have to go out tonight..." He whispered suggestively in her ear as he slipped his arm around her waist. Emma, looking in the full length mirror, saw her husband's raised eyebrow, the twinkle in his warm brown eyes and the adorable crooked smile. She was tempted to take a step back, to make his body press against hers, to sink deeper into his embrace but she paused. " We promised Mia that we'd be there..." She protested. "Your sister will understand...." Adam said lightly before bending down to plant sweet kisses on the nape of her neck. "How often do we have the house all to ourselves...?" Emma sighed. Her protest had been half-hearted at best anyway. Tim, their 7 year old son, was staying over at a friend's house and she had been looking forward to a night alone with her husband then her sister had wrangled that promise out of her. "I guess we could be a little late...." She said with a naughty chuckle as her husband gently unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Looking at their reflection she could see that Adam was doing the same, enjoying the image of his wife in only her lingerie. He stepped closer behind her and she could feel the semi-hardness her near nakedness had inspired. He planted his chin on her shoulder as both of his arms wrapped around her, one hand moving to caress her soft belly. His arms were big and strong and with his shirtsleeves rolled up Emma could admire the manly hairiness of his forearms in contrast to her own pale skin. In the mirror their eyes locked and she could read the question in his. Using the mirror like this was a little bit unusual for them. He wanted to know if she was comfortable and happy with what they were about to do. In all of their ten years together her contentment and satisfaction had been at the forefront of his concerns. Emma smiled and reached up to play her fingers through his black scruffy hair. Adam's hands were moving freely over her skin now, Emma watching them as they stroked her hips, her upper thighs. "Mmmmm..." She groaned as Adam lightly nibbled on her earlobe. He cupped her breasts, gliding his thumbs over lacy fabric, his wedding ring glowing in the sunset light that was streaming in through the window. Adam grinned as her nipples responded to the touch, visible now through the material of her bra. As if reading her mind he stopped caressing her and started to undo the clasp at the back, Emma seizing the opportunity to wiggle her behind against the now full blown erection tenting her husband's pants. In no time at all her breasts were bared . At times Emma had wished that she had bigger breasts. Adam had always been quick to tell her that they were perfect just the way they were and that he loved her beautiful handfuls. Now his hands were on them, his eyes closed, as he played with and fondled them. His breathing got heavier, a sure sign that he was enjoying himself. Emma knew it wouldn't be long before he'd want to release his cock and slip inside of her. Emma, herself, was so wet and ready for him that she couldn't help but sneak a hand down her panties to pleasure herself a little. A small gesture of the trust between them. Adam paused to admire the sight of his wife masturbating herself, her full lips parted and her face a little flushed. "My God, you're beautiful..." He whispered into her ear. Adam's hand slid over the top of hers and then both of their fingers dancing over her sensitive pussy lips, using the motion to move her butt over Adam's groin. "I want you to...." Emma started to say. Adam smiled. Some demureness in his wife prevented from ever explicitly saying what she wanted. It didn't matter, he always understood. Leaving his wife to continue to discretely masturbate on her own, Adam pulled off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his pants. As he pulled the waistband of his boxers down over his throbbing 8 inches he wondered if tonight was the night their second child was conceived. They'd been casually trying for another baby for about a month now and Adam, for his part wanted nothing on Earth as much as to father another child with the woman he loved. She wasn't just his wife, but best friend as well. Perhaps this one would be a daughter. He stepped up behind and used a hand to guide his cock to her glistening pussy. It's purple head entered easily and with a gentle thrust her moist hole swallowed the rest. Emma tingled as she watched the way her body reacted as Adam began to make love to her. The quiver on her lips matching each push of his hips, the way her eyelids half closed as she experienced each sensation. Watching herself have sex was novel for her and very arousing. She expected to cum very quickly tonight. Emma bent forward, gripping on the mirror's frame and now she could see Adam too. He was watching their reflection too, the desire and the passion evident in his eyes, so too his excitement as her breasts swung with each penetration. She could see his broad shoulders and muscular chest, the thick crop of dark hair that covered his pecs and ran down over his stomach. A shiver ran through her. She was so attracted to this man even after all this time. She was so close now, what with her husband's cock filling her and her own fingers on her clit. "Ummmmm..." She moaned, biting her lower lip, wondering how she would look as Adam brought her to climax. "AHHHH..." She'd never get to see. Involuntarily as the wave broke, her eyes closed and remained that way until the crescendo of pleasure ebbed away. She was briefly disappointed then wondered if Adam would be open to the idea of bringing a video camera in the bedroom. She'd have never of had the thought if her husband wasn't the man he was, thoughtful, attentive. She could open up to him, tell him anything...it would be a secret for them to share. " What...do I...look like...when I...?" She stammered in between deep gulps for air. "I love watching you cum....ah....you...look so blissful...." Adam said. " I like feeling you cum...." His thrusts had become lazy as he spoke but they now began in earnest . He reached out to support himself on a low roof beam, Emma enjoying the sight of his thick biceps and the masculine shadow of his armpit. From the sharp intakes of his breath and the look upon his face she knew he'd cum soon. She began to bounce a little on the balls of her feet, making her butt checks press against his abdomen with each thrust. "Ohhhhh..." Adam exhaled as the irresistible feeling of ecstasy began to swell in the base of his cock and his balls to unleash his cum. With a quick tug on her hips to pull himself all the way inside he came, a blazing intensity that almost made his head swim. They stayed like that for a few moments, each safe in the embrace, his softening cock still inside her and then they remembered the party they had to get to. Both wondered if the other guests would be able to tell why they'd been delayed from the post-coital glow on their faces. +++++++++++++++++ Sunday +++++++++++++++++ "Want me to get in there with you?" Adam asked as he watched his wife in the shower. " I could wash your back..." Emma looked over at her husband who was resting against the sink, wearing nothing but a puppy dog expression. "Myra Blakely will be bringing Tim back soon, in time for church." She told him, mock sternly. Adam sighed with false resignation. "Can I at least watch?" Again Emma laughed and, turning round, began to soap up her ass. ++++++ The service was over and Adam was waiting by the car whilst Emma chatted some of the other women about some charity event or other they were planning. His son was on the backseat playing with his toys. "Hello." A voice said, making Adam turn. "Hi." He said back to the woman who had greeted him, puzzled but wanting to appear friendly. "Were you in the service?" The woman nodded. Adam thought she was more like a girl really, being about 10 years younger than his thirty three years of age. She was blonde and petite. On first impression he figured her to be a bubbly wholesome young woman. "Poppy O'Shea." She said, introducing herself with a handshake and cherubic smile. "Adam Benson." He replied. "Haven't seen you here before. Always nice to see a new face." "I'm in town for just for a little while but I try to find a church wherever I am. It's a good place to meet people and make new friends." Adam smiled. "I suppose it is." He looked over at Emma just in time to see her disappearing back inside the church. " I'm sure everyone here will make you very welcome .They're a nice friendly bunch of people..." "What about you?" The girl asked, stepping closer. "Me? I don't..." "Would you like to be 'friendly' with me...?" Poppy explained, close enough to whisper now, slowly and deliberately running a hand over Adam's chest. It took a few seconds for Adam to realize the girl was coming on to him. He couldn't believe it. He let out a nervous little laugh and looked back over at the church. "Listen I'm flattered but I'm a married...." He started to say when something distracted him. On her tight pink t-shirt, written across her more than ample chest were the words ' Cum here often'. His jaw dropped. He couldn't get his head around how designers could get away with making human sexuality so cheap and tawdry or why any woman would want to wear these clothes. Did this girl really want to advertise how easy to bed she would be? "Were you just checking out my tits?" "I...I...I'm sorry.... I never..." Adam said, flustered. He never checked out other women. He could feel himself blushing and that made him feel even more embarrassed. He looked to see if Tim was noticing any of this but his son was busy in his own little world. "It's okay. I like you looking at my tits." Poppy sighed, using a hand on his chin to direct his gaze back to her chest. " We could go somewhere where you could get a better look....maybe a feel or a taste..." Adam couldn't believe this was happening. That a kid would approach a complete stranger like this, in broad daylight and that he could feel himself stirring. "I'm a married man! My son's right here...my wife's just inside...." He tried to explain. "I understand. Now's not a good time. Can you get away later?" "What? No! That's not what I meant. Look," He paused." I'm not interested, okay?" Adam growled and he wasn't. He'd never even thought of cheating on Emma and wasn't about to start now. ++++++++++ As the girl walked away Adam got into his car. "Who was that girl, Daddy?" Adam felt guilty even though he told himself he'd done nothing wrong. "No one, Tim. Don't worry about her." Adam advised but found he couldn't stop himself from thinking about the words on her top. What would it be like to shoot his load over tits like that? With a shock he found himself getting hard over the images the thought conjured up. Just then Emma got into the car and Adam pulled himself together. Tim wanted to go to the park and as they had nothing else planned his parents agreed For the rest of the day Adam had no more thoughts of Poppy or what temptations she'd been offering. +++++++++++++++++ Monday +++++++++++++++++ Every family has it's little rituals and in the Benson's home it was no different. Adam and Emma would wake first. Adam would go for a quick run whilst Emma showered and got ready then went to rouse Tim. Adam would get back just as Emma was starting to make breakfast. He'd grab a quick shower and then join his family at the table. ++++++++++++++ Emma loved the way that Adam smelled in the mornings, his hair still damp and combed for work, so smart and professional looking in his shirt and tie, but not afraid to grab his son and give him a playful shake or to listen to what Tim's day ahead would be like. She'd never had to remind him to take the time. When Adam was ready to go the office he'd kiss the top of Emma's head and ruffle Tim's hair. "Mommy's showing off a house today, kiddo, so I'll be picking you up from school today." He told his son. "Okay, Dad." Tim replied, looking up from his cereal. "Don't work too hard." "I gotta keep you in cereal, somehow." Adam joked. "Have a good day, sweetheart." Emma added, rising to walk her husband to the door and to give her husband a proper kiss goodbye. +++++++++++ Later that day +++++++++++ "What do you mean Tim's gone?" Adam cried. About twenty minutes ago he'd pulled up in the school parking lot and Tim had been nowhere to be seen so he'd waited. Then most of the other kids had been picked up or gone. He'd gone inside and found Tim's teacher, who was now telling him that Tim wasn't there. "Mrs Benson called about an hour ago and said Tim needed to go home. She came and picked him up." "She never told me..." Adam said. Tim's teacher gave Adam a look that said that whatever communication problems the Benson's were having were nothing to do with him. "You're sure it was my..." "Your wife's car pulled up and Tim got in voluntarily. Okay?" The teacher interrupted. He seemed to think the matter closed and walked away. Adam pulled his cell phone out and dialed the number. "Hey babe, why'd you not tell...?" Adam started to say. "They had a gun...they made me call the school..." Emma cried. " Have you got Tim?" "What? Who had a gun? The school said you picked him up?" "Oh God," She wailed." They took my car....and now they've got Tim!" "Who? What?" Her words were not registering. Tim had been abducted by people with a gun? Unthinkable. "You've got to come home." "What? We've got to call the police!" Adam cried. "We can't! They'll kill him...they ...they..." Adam felt powerless as the truth dawned on him and he waited for his wife to go on. " They want you to come home." His wife said, then the line went dead. ++++++++++++++ "Emma, what happened?" Adam cried, running over to his wife as soon as he got inside the house. Emma stared at him, blankly, her eyes raw with tears. "Why don't I explain?" Said another voice. Adam turned to see Poppy reclined on their couch. "Mrs Benson showed up expecting to meet a client and she met me. I showed her this," Poppy waved the gun "and told her to drive us here. Against her will, I got her to call the school then a friend of mine took your wife's car and we now have your son. That make things a bit clearer?" Her attitude was so blasé that Adam wanted to cross the room and hit her but he'd never been the type of guy to hit a woman. "Why...why would you do this?" The idea that she was doing this because he'd spurned her advances slashed at his heart Poppy rolled her eyes. At that moment another girl entered the room. This one was a tall, black woman, her hair cut short and boyish. "Thea. Mr Benson wants to know why we kidnapped is son." The other girl, Thea, wagged a finger in his direction. "We don't have to tell you that. You just need to know that your son is with a friend of ours. He's perfectly safe for now but if you don't do as we say, we won't hesitate to chop you little kiddie's fingers off." "Oh God..." Emma sobbed, sagging to the floor beside her husband. Adam only had to look into Thea's eyes to be convinced. He crouched down next to his wife and put his arms around her. He wanted to give her what small measure of comfort he could. "What do you want from us?" "What do we want, Poppy? "Money." "We're not rich people...of course you can take it...but the banks will be closed..." Adam pleaded. The money wasn't important. He just wanted to get his son back safe. "Oh no no. Too many cameras in banks. Fortunately I happen to know you do online banking, Mr Benson." Thea informed him, tapping the top of the PC in the corner. "Why don't come over here and power this thing up?" Adam gave his wife a reassuring squeeze. It was breaking his heart to see her in so much pain. "We give you what you want and we get Tim back unharmed?" "That's how it works." He stood up and went over. Adam typed in their user id and password and brought up all their banking details then Poppy came over and pushed him from the chair. He went back over to his wife, knowing that she needed him close. He resolved to be strong, for her, to keep it together until this nightmare was done. "How much?" Thea inquired. "Nearly $ 40,000 if we take the kid's college fund too." "Do it." Thea ordered and her accomplice tapped a few buttons, the computer pinged and all of the Benson's money was gone. "Now give us back our son." Adam implored them. "No. I've had a better idea..." Poppy said ominously. +++++++++++++++ Emma had managed to compose herself enough to start making dinner at the girls' request. The Benson's liked entertaining, Emma enjoyed playing the perfect hostess to Adam's clients or throwing dinner parties for their friends. If she focused hard she found could just about pretend to herself that the pair were their guests over for a nice meal. " You have our money. What more do you want?" Adam asked Poppy forlornly. "Can't we just sit, converse, enjoy each other's company?" Adam scowled and said nothing. The girls' flippant demeanor was driving him crazy. How could they just sit here, helping themselves to the Bensons' wine. Why the delaying? Every second Tim was in their hands something too dreadful to contemplate might be happening to him. Emma began to bring the plates over to the table. "Why don't you tell us how you met?" Thea suggested. Adam stared at her. Did she really think it appropriate to engage in small talk considering the situation they found themselves in? Thea waved the gun in the air- a little reminder that they were setting the agenda. "Emma and I were both in a bookstore. Turns out we were both after the same book, only I got there first. She looked so disappointed when she realized it was the last copy and then she left." Adam started, the story so familiar. "Adam bought the book then he caught with me and gave it to me with his number written inside." Emma concluded. "How romantic.." Poppy sighed, hands under her chin, big dreamy smile on her face. "This food is shit." Thea announced as she pushed the plate away from her. ++++++++++++++++ The girls had made Emma do the dishes and then informed the Bensons that they were all going for a drive. As Adam locked up the house, he wondered if he and his family would ever see it again. His thoughts couldn't help conjuring up worst case scenarios involving being driven to a secluded place and being forced to dig their own graves. ++++++++++++++ Thea was driving, with Poppy in the passenger seat, bent round to watch the Bensons on the backseat. "You love your husband, Mrs Benson?" She asked inquisitively. Emma nodded. "What about you, Mr Benson? You happily married?" "Yes." "Still, must be tough being with the same person for so long?" Adam blinked in surprise. He'd never seen it that way, Emma was everything he'd ever wanted and told that to Poppy. WACFYM Ch. 03 "But you're a man. You seriously telling me you've never looked at another woman and, ever so briefly, what she might be like to fuck?" Poppy said incredulously. "Tell me the truth." Adam paused and considered his answer. "What do you want me to say?" He replied, glancing over at Emma. " I'm not blind, I'm just not looking for anyone else." "You're a good looking man, Mr Benson," Thea said, but keeping her eyes on the road. "there must have been 'opportunities', right? Women who let you know that they'd spread their legs for you?" Adam glanced at his wife again and put his hand on hers. "I'd never do that to Emma." Poppy smiled. ++++++++++++++ Thea pulled the car over to the curb. "Mrs Benson, would you be so kind and take off your engagement and wedding rings?" She commanded. "What? No...I..." Emma cried. Poppy played at leveling the gun at the distraught woman's face. "Pretty please?" She sang. Adam wished he could tell his wife it would all be all right but couldn't. Instead he watched helplessly as the woman he loved slipped the rings he'd given her off her finger. Within weeks of dating Emma he'd known that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. The day he'd proposed and she'd said yes had been the happiest day of his life, and still ranked up there along with his wedding day and the day Timmy was born. ++++++++++++++++ "See that black guy over there?" Thea said, pointing to man standing at the entrance to an alley. "He goes by the name of Dr Bittersweets. I want you to go over there and sell him your rings." "Oh God...." Emma whimpered, loathe to be parted from these symbols of her husband's love and afraid to get out of the car and approach the shady man in this rough part of town. "Let me go...I'll do it." Adam pleaded. "Aw, how chivalrous...but its gotta be the Mrs, on this one...." Poppy stated. A few seconds passed as the reality of the situation sunk into the Bensons. Any protest was futile and that they could only comply with the girl's sick demands. Emma, shaking with fear and useless anger, got out of the car. +++++++++++++++ Adam watched as his wife crossed the dark street. He clenched and unclenched his fists, praying his wife would be okay. "Why are you doing this to us?" He cried. Thea let out a little laugh. "As long as we have your son, you and your wife are our toys to play with...and boy, are we going to play...." Adam swallowed hard and realized his wife had now made it to Dr Bittersweets. He saw her hand over her rings. The man grabbed Emma around the waist and pulled her close to him, one hand groping her behind as he leered at the pretty white woman who'd ventured into his territory. Adam, unable to stand seeing another man with his hands all over his wife, made to leave the car. "Oh no, you don't..." Thea hissed. "I can't just sit here and watch my wife get sexually assaulted!" He yelled back. "You don't have a choice." ++++++++++++++++ Emma got back into the car and Adam embraced her, thankful she'd suffered nothing worse than the guy's lecherous hands but guilty that he hadn't been able to protect her. "Oh Adam...it was so horrible..." She cried into his shoulder. In a rare display of mercy, the two evil girls let the Bensons share this moment of comfort for a few minutes. "How much did you get?" Poppy inquired. "$500..." Emma said, placing the cash in Thea's outstretched hand. +++++++++++++++ If the Bensons were expecting to go home now they were mistaken. Thea drove the car to the outskirts of town and parked in front of a run down little building. A group of sordid looking men trailed in, illuminated by the glow of a red neon sign, The King of Tarts. Thea handed the cash to Adam. "You want me to go in there? A strip joint?" Adam groaned. Poppy nodded. "Ask for a good time and they'll give you one..." She chuckled. +++++++++++++++ Adam looked over at the parked car, hoping for some miracle, a last minute reprieve perhaps. None was forthcoming. Steeling himself, he pulled open the door and went in. Inside, the club smelled of cigarettes, beer and sweat and loud music assailed his ears. It took a few seconds for Adam's eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. All around him men were seated watching various dancers spiraling around poles. Such raw lust written across their faces. Adam watched as a stripper fell to her knees, her hands the only thing covering her nakedness. She began to simulate the act of pleasuring herself, grinding and bucking on stage to the jeers and catcalls of the men around her. He'd been raised to treat women with respect, to see them not as sex objects yet here it was acceptable to stare and ogle at them. He need only take a seat and he'd just be one of the guys, no different from any of the horny males in the room. How many of them had girlfriends or wives at home waiting for them? Not one of them would judge him if his gaze lingered on this alluring sight and thoughts wondered into fantasies of what she'd be like in bed. He swallowed hard and pulled his eyes away from the copious amounts of naked flesh on display. "Your first time in a place like this, sir?" Inquired a waitress, fortunately pretty much fully clothed. Adam found he couldn't speak so he nodded dumbly. The girl smiled and Adam could tell she was amused by him with his lost expression and the sense of the innocent about to take his first bite of forbidden fruit. "No need to be embarrassed. All men have needs, don't they?" Adam wanted to tell her he was happily married, that all of his needs were taken care of by his loving wife but he found himself nodding again. "I want...to have a good time..." He croaked, his mouth dry. She smiled knowingly, took him by the hand and led him through a curtained doorway. +++++++++++++ Outside +++++++++++++ "What have done to deserve this?" Emma cried at the two girls as she sobbed uncontrollably in the backseat. "Oh for fuck sake!" Thea responded. "Poor pitiful Emma, boo hoo hoo...sort her out, Poppy or I will!" She shouted and got out of the vehicle. "Mrs Benson, you gotta keep it together or you'll really piss Thea off." Poppy warned."And you really would not want that to happen..." "I...I....I'm sorry....I...." Poppy's face softened for a second and Emma thought she saw a look of sympathy cross her eyes. "Here, take one of these." Poppy said, offering Emma a bottle of pills from her pocket. "What are they? Drugs?" "Well, yeah...but they're practically medicinal." "No I...I don't want to take..." "Look, they'll just keep you calm and then Thea won't lose her temper and do something silly like hurt your little boy..." Poppy rationalized. Emma still looked hesitant but it was the first time one of the girls had been kind to her and she sounded so sincere that Emma wanted to believe her. "I guarantee that Timmy will stay safe and sound if you can just get your shit together and keep it that way for a few more days. Okay?" Emma nodded and took the bottle. +++++++++++++++ In a dark corridor a burly man in a poor fitting suit parted Adam of the cash so hard-earned by his wife and ushered him into a gaudy room lit only with a single red light. Adam took his seat. A few seconds later music began to play and a blonde girl dressed as a cheerleader entered the room. She did a full turn, letting Adam get a good look at her. Adam couldn't help it. His eyes wandered over her body. The white sweater barely covered her breasts and her flat creamy mid rift was exposed entirely. The short pleated skirt hid only half of her pert round ass, and the rest of the outfit comprised virginal white panties and knee high socks. God, she was young. Adam was ashamed at himself for checking her out, however briefly, and directed his gaze to the floor. "It's okay, you know. You're supposed to look..." The stripper informed him. Adam gulped. "...I have a wife and..." He stammered. "And yet here you are, looking for a good time...why don't you just relax...and let Alicia take care of you..." The girl coaxed as she lent over him and put her arms around his neck, letting Adam get a real eyeful down the front of her top. Alicia straightened and used her foot to spread Adam's legs. His eyes were drawn up her perfect calf , up her soft thigh... Adam looked away but Alicia, using a finger under his chin, brought his face back round. He considered closing his eyes but knew he wouldn't...it seemed childish somehow and Adam was the type of guy that faced his problems. He was doing this for his family. He just had to sit and watch. He'd resolved to try and ignore the stripper's various appeals and just get it over with. She began to dance, swiveling her waist round and round and bending forward so that her breasts were close to Adam's face. He had to admit it...they really looked exceptional ...so big and ripe....and part of him was dying to see what they looked like free and exposed.... Alicia writhed in front of him, running her hands all over her body, stroking the creamy skin of her stomach before reaching up to cup and fondle her breasts. She smiled at Adam, pleased to see the man was now entranced by her display. She pulled at the bottom of her sweater, teasing him with the promise of the sight of her huge jugs. Instead she turned and put both hands on her hips and bent her knees so she could shake her perfect round ass in Adam's view. Adam gulped. He couldn't deny that part of himself was responding to the dance, enjoying it and his cock was hardening in his pants however much he wished it wouldn't. He wondered what sort of man he must be if could get aroused at a time when his family was in so much trouble. He shifted in his seat and guiltily averted his eyes. Alicia chuckled and went and sat on his lap, both legs straddling him. Adam blushed as he knew there was no way she'd not be able to feel the hard-on she'd inspired and was in fact sitting on and gyrating against. He groaned but from shame or pleasure, he didn't know. The next second her top was gone and her mouthwatering breasts swinging temptingly close to his lips. A fingertip stroked his cheek and Adam looked up to meet her gaze. "Such a handsome man...I'm getting so wet dancing for you..." She sighed. Adam sucked in a deep breath, her words really turning him on. The way his cock was throbbing in his boxers Adam didn't know if he could take much more of this. Would he come just from the girl sitting on his lap and the sight of her tits? Suddenly the pressure was gone. With one graceful move Alicia had gotten off of him and began to dance again. The slow sway of her hips seeming to hypnotize the man before her, his eyes tantalized by the promise of her skirt riding up and revealing what lay underneath. She played with it, incorporating it's movement with her dance, sometimes unfastening the zipper then doing it back up again or slipping a hand down passed the waistband. "You want me to take it off...?" Alicia asked in the prefect imitation of a virginal angel. "Yes." Alicia hooked her thumbs into the waistband and inch by inch slowly pushed down her skirt and panties. Adam's eyes drank in the vision of the girl's mound, the narrow strip of golden hair and the beautiful pink lips. The first pussy, other than his wife's, that Adam had seen in a long time. His cock was really straining hard now, so much so he was considering undoing his fly and pulling it out. That was the thought that brought him back to his senses. For a few minutes he'd forgotten himself and the situation. His wife was in the car outside with two kidnappers, his son, God knows where, and he was here ogling a sexy stripper and contemplating a sex act in front of a complete stranger. He was so filled with remorse that his cock softened at once and he stood up. "Thank you...that was great." He told a stunned Alicia and left the room, trying to suppress the question in his mind about how much further the girl would have been willing to go. +++++++++++++++ Tuesday morning +++++++++++++++ Sleep had not come easily to the Bensons. It was only when the adrenaline had run out and exhaustion had taken over and they'd passed out fully clothed on their bed. It had not been a restful sleep but Adam woke early and was surprised to realized his wife was not in the room. As he headed downstairs he thought back to the events of yesterday, finding out his son had been abducted, he and his wife the playthings of two twisted young women...the strip club and his own reactions inside.... The car journey home had been subdued and no one had felt like talking. Adam had been thankful that Thea or Poppy had not decided to gloat about making him go to such a place and that Emma seemed to be a lot more in control of herself. But Emma had refused to meet his eyes and not said a word to him all night and that pained him. She was in the kitchen and he went up to her. He felt his eyes well up as he looked at her, her eyes puffy from crying, the anguish etched on her face... "Emma..." He started. His wife turned to him and let him put his arms around her. "Adam...shhhh...." "I need to...." "No...I understand, ok? I can't hear it, please. I just want my baby back....whatever they plan to do to us...we do it, alright?" Adam pulled her close and held her, taking some reassurance that they'd make it through this ordeal together. Right then Poppy and Thea entered and demanded that Emma prepare them breakfast while Adam took a shower. ++++++++++++++ The kidnappers made Emma and Adam call in sick to work and phone Tim's school saying he'd be away for the rest of the week. "A week, Adam! That's what they said..." Emma cried when they got a moment alone. "Do you think Timmy's frightened...he must be so scared...." "He's a brave boy, Em and he knows that we love him." Adam promised. "He'll know that we're trying to get him back..." +++++++++++++ Most of the day was just spent doing nothing, the worst kind of torture. Poppy and Thea amused themselves watching television, their carefree laughter, the smoke of their cigarettes so filling the house they'd invaded that Adam thought he'd go mad. He could do nothing as they made his wife wait on them hand and foot, seizing every chance to criticize her and assert their dominance over her. When he'd started to help her fix lunch they had directly forbidden it saying it was Emma's job to serve them all. Poppy had deliberately smashed a glass on the floor at lunch and made Emma clean it up. Adam worried about her. Her eyes had taken on a glazed look and she took the girls' little abuses without flinching as if resigned to it. He wished he could see a little more fight in her, the spirit he'd first been attracted to all those years ago. ++++++++++++++++ "Have a cigarette, Mr Benson." Poppy said, holding out her pack. "I don't smoke. I gave up when Emma got pregnant." "Poppy insists." Thea added forcefully. Adam scowled but pulled one out and Poppy lit it for him. It had been a long time but God, it tasted good. "That's it, Mr Benson, take a nice toke and hold it." Adam's head swam, not unpleasantly, as the smoke filled his lungs and the nicotine worked its way into his body. It actually made him feel more relaxed. "Why don't you take the pack and that way you can help yourself?" Poppy suggested. Adam looked over at Emma to gauge her reaction but she appeared indifferent to the matter. He took the pack and placed it in his pocket. +++++++++++++++ Tuesday afternoon ++++++++++++++ The door bell rang and startled everyone. Adam went to the front window and pulled the net curtain to see who it was. "It's Max Blakely. He's a friend of Tim's." He informed the two kidnappers. "Well, get rid of him." Thea commanded Emma. "What...should I...tell him....?" She stammered. "You'll have to think of something." Thea said, dismissing her. +++++++++++++ Adam and Emma both answered the door. Adam was worried that his wife might not be capable of facing her son's best friend at this time of great stress and wanted to be there for her. "Hey Mr and Mrs Benson. Does Tim want to come out and play?" "Tim can't play right now....he's... he's..." Emma stammered and Adam could tell that she was about to cry or maybe blurt out what was really going on. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and let her lean on him, wanting her to take some of his strength, but also to remind her what was a stake. "Is he sick, Mrs Benson?" The little boy asked, his face becoming all serious as he took in the grown ups' weary body language. "No its not that..." "What about tomorrow? Should I come back tomorrow?" Tim's friend asked. Emma choked and Adam could see her wondering if they'd ever see their son again, let alone him running off to play and explore with his best friend... "There's been a family emergency, Max and I don't think Tim will be able to play with you all this week. Sorry." Adam explained. "Is he here? I just need to ...." Max started to say. "He's not here, for Christ sake." Emma muttered, her patience with the boy coming to an end. "He's staying with his aunt. He'll call you when he wants to see you." She added and shut the door in his face. ++++++++++++++ Tuesday night ++++++++++++++ Adam was sitting in an armchair when Thea walked up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. He instinctively made to shrug her off put she persisted until he relented to her touch. Poppy giggled. "You're all tense." Thea said and began to massage his shoulders. " Just relax." Adam scowled but said nothing as her hands moved down his shirt and caressed his chest. "Such a big strong man..." Thea purred. "And your wife has kept you all to herself...that's downright unfair." Emma watched aghast as Thea's hands roamed all over her husband. Adam was frozen and did not seem to be enjoying the attention but the sight still made a little piece of her die inside. "What would you say if I took your wife's place in your bed tonight?" Thea inquired. "What?! No...that's not going...." Adam yelled, pulling himself away from the wicked young woman and taking to his feet. Emma couldn't believe her ears. Last night they'd made him watch a stripper take off her clothes and tonight Thea would be usurping her place in their marital bed? What kind of women could do this, make a man cheat on his wife under her very nose? Emma felt a tingling in her spine and her breath quicken. The thought of Adam in the arms of another woman was too much and she wondered if she was about to go into hysterics. She wished she could take one of those little pills but was too ashamed to do so in front of Adam. "Poor Tim. Counting on his daddy and his daddy won't play." Poppy scolded. "What does mommy think?" "Please..." Emma begged. "Tell him to play nice, Mrs Benson." What choice did she have? The thought of any harm coming to her baby was killing her. "Do it, Adam." "You want him to, Mrs Benson? You want him to fuck Thea?" "Yes. I want him to." Emma sacrificed a lot saying those words but the alternative was worse. Adam's head was spinning. He knew the words had been coerced but they'd been spoken. His wife had given him permission to cheat on her. The decision had been made. ++++++++++++++ Adam followed Thea up the stairs, his heart pounding and his knees weak as he doubted his ability to perform what was required of him. "Please don't make me do this..." Adam protested. Thea paused and Adam hoped his words might have changed her mind. Instead she pushed him against the wall. WACFYM Ch. 03 "I'm such a slut, Mr Benson. The prospect of making a married man fuck me against his will really turns me on." Thea informed him. "Don't worry you'll like it too..." She promised and kissed him on the lips, her tongue probing passed his stunned lips. Adam did not respond but endured it, his rage and frustration building. His manly pride suffering as Thea demonstrated her power over him. His fists clenched uselessly by his sides. "You bitch." Adam snarled when his lips where freed. Thea just smiled sweetly and led him into the bedroom. +++++++++++++++ Thea pushed him on to the bed and clambered on top. The movement of straddling him causing her short skirt to ride up around her waist. She began to unbutton his shirt, taking her time so to savour the feel of the man beneath her, but eventually Adam was bare chested and her fingers were running over his hairy pecs and playing over his pink nipples. She was enjoying the way Adam flinched at every contact, so determined not to enjoy himself. She'd soon change that, make him beg to fuck her despite all of his intentions, his desire to be faithful. Thea pulled off her sweater and leant forward to push her tits towards him as she reached round to undo her bra. "Look at them." She commanded. Adam complied and drew in a deep breath. With all that had been going on he hadn't realized how big and ripe the girl's tits were. "You like what you see." Thea said, a statement not a question. "You want to touch them." "No." Adam hissed. "You're lying." Thea smiled as she took hold of his hesitant hands and guided them up to her bountiful chest. "Hmm..." She moaned as he cupped her tits with his palms, the fair skin of his hands contrasted against the warm chocolate of her own as her ample flesh weighed heavy in his fingers. Adam was trying to think of Emma downstairs. She must be going out of her mind as their marriage vows were torn asunder above her and there was nothing she could do about it. As much as he was trying to think about his wife, Thea's dark round nipples were proving a powerful draw to his eyes. "You're getting hard." Thea announced gleefully and Adam realized it was true. However much he hated this woman there was no denying her body was arousing him. He tried to tell himself it was a natural male response, that arousal was not consent but that provided little comfort. He tried to pull his hands away but Thea forced them back. She put a hand under his neck and brought his head up to her chest. "Taste them." Timidly he licked at one pert nub and then the other. The small act enough to cause Thea to grind down on his lap and a burst of pleasure to shoot up Adam's spine. His lips parted and he sucked a nipple between his teeth and then, because he couldn't help it, he had to sample the other. He couldn't help thinking of all the times he'd reassured Emma that he loved her modest tits but God, he hadn't realized the pleasure of holding and sucking on large juicy ones. Thea's felt like they could smother him, cushioning his cheeks, drown him in soft sweetness. With his head buried between Thea's massive mammaries Adam barely noticed that her hands were at his lap, working at his fly. She wriggled off of him and tugged at his pants. Adam subconsciously raised his hips to allow her to pull his pants down to his ankles until he was down to his boxers, his eight inches visibly bulging from their confines. Adam shut his eyes. He wasn't the type of guy who was comfortable with his nakedness. He was always a little self- conscious about it, always a little embarrassed by his own sexual urges. Only with Emma had it felt easy and natural. "Oh my....such a big cock.."Thea murmured. "Oh God..." Adam groaned. His underwear joined his pants on the floor and Thea set to work getting his cock nice and wet with her tongue. Adam couldn't help but open his eyes and look down to watch as his meat slipped passed Thea's full lips and inch by inch was swallowed until her face was buried in the thick thatch of his pubic hair. At the same time as this sloppy blow job the younger woman was playing with his balls, squeezing and juggling them or running her hand deeper to grant the lightest of caresses on his butt crack. He shut his eyes, ran a hand over his stomach and surrendered to the sensations. Again and again she took him in her mouth, slurping and moaning as if sucking his cock was all she ever wanted out of life. Emma had never given head this good. His size had meant she was unable to deep throat him and her sense of properness, that innocent quality that he loved, had prevented her from blowing him with the amount of gusto and relish as Thea was doing. Thinking of his wife caused Adam a twinge of guilt . He shouldn't be enjoying this but he had no choice, Thea really was an expert in sucking cock. If she carried on doing what she was doing then Adam was going to come soon. He hadn't wanted to cheat on his wife but God, he wanted to come. His cock's wants, no, needs, in traitorous conflict with his heart and mind. Suddenly the warm mouth on his wood disappeared and was replaced by Thea's hand as she came up to kiss him. Adam lay there and let her but successfully fought the desire to kiss back. "You want to fuck me now?" Thea whispered. Adam knew he should say no. Even if resistance was pointless he should offer some, at least but Thea had him in her power now. Her hand on his cock was holding on the verge of orgasm, keeping him hard but never letting him get close to the release he needed. "Please..." He moaned. "No..." Thea chortled. Thea got up on all fours and climbed up Adam's prone body, her legs parted so he could see the dampness of her panties between her thighs. "You see how wet you're getting me? The more you resist the wetter I get..." Thea sniggered, pulling the fabric to one side until her pussy, beaded with moisture, was exposed. "You say you don't want this on your cock? You're lying...." Adam put his hand on his forehead and rubbed his brow, an attempt to clear his mind . His head was swimming. His manly pride was threatened by the fact that this was about to happen without his consent, that he was powerless to stop it. God knows, his cock wanted him to assent. He shock his head. His loyalty to his wife prevented him from voicing that desire but he couldn't deny it either. Thea smiled and he knew that she understood. She was poised over his hard-on, which was straining in her hand, its head throbbing. "What about protection?" He croaked . "Worried you'll knock me up?" Thea jeered. Adam nodded dumbly, thinking the baby he planned to have with Emma might be planted in this slut instead. "I'm on the pill, Mr Benson and you won't catch anything from me so just lie back and enjoy it..." "Ahhhh...." He sighed as her tightness sank onto his unsheathed cock, stretching her. He'd never had sex with a black woman before and he knew that the sight of his erection vanishing into these velvety folds would be forever etched on his memory. Thea's back arched as she was fully penetrated. Adam struggled to fight his urge to put his hands on her hips, instead he forced his hands to grip the bed's white sheets. He was torn. To give in, fill her with come and get it over with or to resist, to try and hold off . It soon became clear that would be another thing out of his control. Thea was riding him hard, using her hands on his torso to push herself up and down on his pole. Emma had never displayed such wild abandon during their lovemaking and so Adam was not used to such electric sensations emanating from his cock. "Ugh ugh ugh...." Thea intoned with each thrust, either from discomfort or pleasure, maybe both. She was smiling. Adam knew he shouldn't care but at the same time he was fascinated by watching her face, her body responding to this illicit fuck. She'd told him she was a slut, maybe sluts liked it this way, hard and dirty. Adam shifted, unable to stop himself from bucking his hips to meet her frenetic motion. Thea cupped her tits and twisted her nipples, her lips snarling as her efforts left her breathless. "Uuugh..." She squealed, slamming her ass against his thighs with audible slaps. "Oh....oh...." Adam groaned, his balls bouncing hard and tightening. His climax was going to happen fast. Thea seemed to be aware of this, pushing and pounding harder, her internal pressure in her pussy squeezing his manhood, encouraging him to spurt his come deep inside her. "Ahhhhh..." Adam grimaced as he ejaculated jet after jet in quick succession of explosive bursts. Still sat on Adam's still hard cock, his seed making her pussy slick, Thea began to play with her clit. As Adam sucked in deep breaths, his chest heaving, their eyes met. The briefest, satisfied smile crossed his face. Thea smiled at the small unguarded moment. This married man was hers now, the seed of corruption had been planted. The thought of it was enough to get Thea off. It turned out she was a real screamer. The sounds of her ecstasy was bound to be heard throughout the house. Somewhere Emma could hear them and know her that once faithful husband had been the one to induce them in the black slut. Adam was too far gone to care. +++++++++++++++++++++ Wednesday morning ++++++++++++++++++++ Adam woke. His first perceptions the feel of his morning glory pressed into the warm body of the person sharing his bed. It took him a few seconds to remember that it wasn't his wife. The memories of his actions filled his mind. His mind recoiled in horror, unable to reconcile those events with the man he'd always perceived himself to be. How could he have done those things? Have betrayed his wife and enjoyed it? The guilt felt like a physical pain, that only worsened as he looked at Thea's slumbering form. The memory of that body causing him arousal, even now. No matter how much he told himself that he'd had no choice, that he'd only done it to get Tim back he couldn't quite convince himself. He quickly pulled his arm from around her waist and went to shower. He hoped the hot water would wash away the memory of her hands on his body. +++++++++++++++++++++ Adam left the shower. Clean and warm but his mind was not eased. The traces of Thea's touch on his skin, the pleasure he'd felt had proven to be indelible, like an invisible tattoo. He noticed the room to Tim's room was ajar and entered to find Emma sat forlornly on the little bed. "Em....?" He croaked. She looked up and Adam's heart wrenched. The kidnapper's refused to let her bathe or even wash. She looked so wretched, aged by years from the trauma. He knew there was nothing he could say.... Emma didn't speak, just cuddled their son's favorite toy as Adam sat down beside her. +++++++++++++++++ Wednesday Night +++++++++++++++++ Emma scrubbed the pan, trying to scrub off baked on cheese, plates on the table still to be tackled and Thea just sat watching. Adam was upstairs with Poppy, it being her turn continue his education of sinful passions. Emma suppressed her thoughts of the future. It was almost too much to hope for a return to normalcy when this was all over. Far better not to think at all.... ++++++++++++++++++++ "I love my wife....this is wrong...." He hissed. "No. Let me seduce you...." She sighed as she stroked his face, his eyes wet with tears. "No..."He croaked, pushing passed her as he stood up. Poppy shrugged, mocking his attempt to pull himself together. "Your days as a faithful husband are over. You fucked Thea yesterday and tonight you will fuck me. The thing about adultery, Mr Benson...it gets easier every time...." Poppy whispered as she slipped her hand to his crotch. She smiled as he accepted her touch without protest, her point proven. Adam just swallowed as her hand groped the bulge in his jeans. Shamefully his cock was already semi-hard in anticipation. "Did you enjoy cheating on you wife?" Adam shook his head. Poppy smiled as she stood up and retreated to the dressing table chair. Adam's eyes were on her as she stripped down to bra and panties. Just a few days ago he'd felt guilty just watching the dancer in the club but now he made no effort to look away. "Do you like looking at me?" Adam blinked, confused but still clinging to some sense of himself. His lips parted but he said nothing. Seeing her practically in the same position as his wife had been at the weekend was causing his mind to compare the two. Poppy won in every way. Ripe tits, smaller than Thea's but big compared to Emma's. Her young body sexier in every way. He tried to remember Emma over there, to recall the attraction that he'd felt for her but Poppy filled his vision and made it impossible. "Get your cock out." Adam hesitated, the old shyness returning, mixing with the resentment and impotent rage he was feeling. At the same time he knew his reluctance just excited them more, his protests turned them on. He wanted to deny them that small satisfaction. His hands, taking on a mind of their own, slowly unbuckled his belt and began to unfasten his fly. He stopped short of extracting his member, too embarrassed. "Watch me..." Poppy encouraged and pushed her hand down her lacy underwear and began to pleasure herself. The little intake of breath as her fingertips brushed her clit made her breasts rise and fall. There was no denying the eroticism of this and Adam's cock went to full hardness. He couldn't help remembering his wish to pull it out at the strip club...and now the prospect of jerking off as Poppy watched.... He sent his hand down into his boxers. He paused, a fleeting moment of indecision then gripped his cock. He'd never really masturbated in front of Emma, somehow that would have felt contrary to their togetherness, their partnership. Poppy was holding her breath as Adam extracted his penis and gave it a slow tug. Her approval was obvious on her face and that excited him. He gave his cock a deliberate pump with his fist. "Mmmmm..." Poppy moaned as two of her fingers made their way inside and Adam wished that he could see her pink lips close round her nimble digits. His other hand joined the first and began to play with his heavy balls. Poppy's eyes were half closed and she was squirming against her own hand, her scent beginning to fill the air. For a brief second Adam wondered what he was doing. How could he be wanking himself off in front of a virtual stranger? How quickly these girls had changed him, shown him to be a man subject to lust not the loving family man he'd always believed himself to be. Chastened he tore his eyes from Poppy and cradled his head in his hands, his mind full of doubts. ++++++++++++++++++ "What's the matter, babe?" Poppy inquired, walking over to the bed. "I...." "Shhh..." Poppy breathed as she started to pull off his t-shirt. Adam raised his arms to let her. "Men cheat on their wives all they time. There's no need to beat yourself up about what you're feeling right now..." Poppy took a second to drink in his fit body before she pushed him down onto the bed. Before joining him, the girl shrugged off her bra then wriggled out of her panties. Adam's eyes were drawn to her shaved mound. He had a vision of it sunk around his cock, just as Thea's had been last night. Was she going to do the same? To mount him, taking advantage of his inability to prevent it? No, it soon became clear. The blonde slut walked round to the other side of the bed, Adam just enough self-control left not to follow her with his eyes but painfully curious about what was about to transpire. He sensed Poppy get on to the bed and begin moving towards him. The next moment her knees were positioned either side of his head and her tantalizing pussy filled his field of vision. Involuntarily he licked his lips, her intent obvious. He couldn't help wondering if it would taste as sweet as it looked and then Poppy lowered herself until the scent of her filled his nose, her labia lightly pressed to his lips. Adam sucked in a breath and released it slowly and was rewarded by a soft moan from the woman above. Without prompting from Poppy, almost without conscious decision Adam licked at her cleft. "Ah yeah...." She sighed. "Eat my pussy...." Not quite believing what he was doing but unable, no, unwilling to stop, he parted her moist folds with his tongue, the taste of her juices intoxicating. Poppy began to squirm and writhe, exquisite sensations brought about by Adam's breath and the increasing firmness of his probing tongue. She scratched her fingernails through the coarseness of Adam's chest hair as she gently gyrated her hips, directing her married lover to sample and savour every part of her . Without being told, Adam's hand returned to his neglected cock and he began to wank again. Not hard, not with the aim of coming quickly, just needing to touch, to control the arousal coursing through him. Poppy, watching as Adam's big manly hand stroked up and down his thick cock, briefly wondered if she should have gone straight for the fuck but decided she'd made the right choice. For her, no infidelity was sweeter, more intimate than getting the husband to bury his face between her legs. Adam's lips, previously used to kiss his wife, to speak of his love for her, were Poppy's now. Poppy brushed her fingertips over Adam's nipples, causing him to shudder, his jeans falling from his thighs to his ankles. A little detail but now Poppy was able to see his solid thighs, his complete nakedness. Poppy pulled forward a little so she could look down. She couldn't see Adam's face or his questing tongue but she could see the dark stubble of his chin, the rise and fall of Adam's apple as he swallowed her wetness and the silver cross on a chain at his collarbone. "Mmmm, Christians...." She thought to herself as she began to play with her clit, little circular motions then a little pinching, causing her pussy to flood. "Mmmmmm...." Adam moaned, commending her and increasing pressure of his mouth as he sought to speed her bliss. "Ah yeah. Ah yeah..." Poppy cried as she began to grind her hips. She closed her eyes as her orgasm flowed, dappling her skin and her senses like light in a forest. A blizzard of hot snow on fire in her synapses, her muscles taut... "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....." She began to cry until her breath left her, her mouth open in sugary suffocation, mirroring Adam's own happy smothering. She could feel his ragged heavy breath against her quivering pussy, though his moans were muffled by her body. She opened her eyes just in time to see Adam's hot semen erupting from his cock, landing on his belly, on the sheets, on his thighs and he was still pumping with his hand as his balls emptied over his fingers. +++++++++++++++++ Thursday Afternoon ++++++++++++++++ Adam was in the back yard having a cigarette when Emma joined him. She watched him smoke for a minute but telling him off seemed absurd given the situation they found themselves in. "Are they... good.... in bed?" Emma asked her husband, though the question pained her. Adam looked at his wife and didn't know what to say. He'd never been able to lie to her, they knew each other too well. "Yes." Emma took a second to digest the answer and appreciated the fact that he'd been honest about it. "You like...being...with them?" "No... I...." Adam struggled to find the words. "When a man...sometimes he can't help ...you know..." He felt mortified, having to explain, wanting to explain what was happening to him. Isn't this what all adulterers said? Emma nodded and Adam hoped maybe she did understand. He was suddenly filled with love for her. WACFYM Ch. 03 "You're my world Em. I love you!" He said sincerely, taking her into his arms. "Poppy and Thea...I hate them for what they're doing to me...to us...but we can't let them come between us....that's what they want...." He was openly crying now. "Adam....I....I want to believe you...." Emma cried but just that morning she'd noticed Adam's eyes on Thea and thought she'd seen lust in them. He'd pull his eyes away when he'd caught himself but the look had been there all the same. "When they touch you...." She started to say, recalling at breakfast that Poppy had taken hold of his hand and her husband had not even blinked. "Emma...please....you can trust me.." "You promise you love me?" "More than anything. That will never change." ++++++++++++++++++ That Night ++++++++++++++++++ Adam was sat on the bed, the two evil girls standing in front of him. "You like girl on girl action? Ever wank yourself thinking about lesbians, Mr Benson?" Thea cajoled as Poppy slipped her arms around her. Adam shook his head but his gaze was following Poppy's hands up under Thea's scanty top. The black woman wasn't wearing a bra and her erect nipples were visible through the sheer material. She leant back against Poppy as the other girl's hands reached their destination. "Ever had a threesome, Mr Benson? Ever had two hot young pussies at the same time?" Adam shook his head again but like most guys had always wondered what it would be like. He had always thought he'd never get the chance, he'd been too polite to ask any of his girlfriends before Emma and once married the idea was unthinkable. Had been unthinkable. Since that first night with Thea a tiny dark voice at the back of his mind had whispered about the possibilities these two might offer. No matter how much he'd tried to suppress it, the prospect had excited him. Poppy kissed Thea with lots of tongue. Both of them moaned as their tongues became entangled, but this was a show for Adam's benefit. A porn kiss, designed to arouse their audience with its sloppy, sucking exuberance. They never lost sight of that fact, their hands all over each other's bodies, one eye on Adam the whole time. Expertly they began to undress the other, barely having to break off their kiss as their clothes were hurriedly discarded. Poppy's hands undoing Thea's blouse, Thea's pushing her lover's skirt to the floor. Adam had fallen under their spell, the sight of two naked girls pressed together....his eyes shot from one tantalizing body to the other. Overwhelmed with choices Adam tried to gaze at Poppy's tits before his eyes were pulled to Thea's round bountiful ass. Thea leant down to suckle on Poppy's erect nipples, glancing Adam's way to make sure he was watching, silently communicating the fact that Adam had yet to sample these particular delights. Adam swallowed hard. He was finding it harder and harder to remember that these wicked females had kidnapped his son, taken him and his wife hostage and were currently manipulating him to cheat on her. He should despise them but he was finding it increasingly difficult to do so. Their powerful appeal sweeping aside his sense of right and wrong and he found himself yearning for their caress. His cock was hard, blood rushing to his manhood and causing it to strain against his fly. He shifted to get more comfortable, the motion attracting the girls' attention. They stopped groping each other and sauntered over to the man. They set about undressing him, Adam, without protest let them. Strangely he felt relaxed, mindlessly moving his arms or legs as required to facilitate the removal of his clothes as first his sweater was pulled off and then his pants and boxers . Without prompting, just following his own instincts, he put a hand on an inner thigh of each girl and let his fingers slowly travel upwards. "Ahhh..." Poppy and Thea moaned simultaneously as his hands reached their illicit destinations between their legs. At first Adam was just content to stroke those beautiful folds, to appreciate the feel of them, to run his thumbs over the smoothness of their shaved mounds and let the briefest of touch on their clits send shivers down their spines. Poppy and Thea had to lean on each other as they went weak at the knees when his touch grew firmer, more pressure applied sending bolts of lightning through them. "Mr Benson...." Poppy cried, her plea unspoken but clear. Adam stuck two fingers up each pussy, so wet and lubed that he no trouble penetrating them up to the second knuckle. "Ummmm..." Thea moaned and Poppy silently threw her head back, her eyes closed. Adam began to flex his fingers, enjoying the way their tight tunnels constricted around them and slowly he began pull them out just to push them back in. He made no effort to be tender, frigging them hard and fast because he knew that's how these sluts wanted it. He wanted to show them what he could do, to have them at his mercy, have them writhing and bucking on his hands. The sensations almost to much to bear Poppy slowly toppled forward and Adam seized the opportunity to latch his mouth onto her heaving tits, nibbling and sucking each pink nipple in turn. "God..." Adam sighed, Poppy's breasts just as sweet as Thea's had been. His head buried between them his world became the softness of her flesh and the warm, wet darkness of their pussies. No thoughts of Emma or Timmy entered his head...just the call of his cock and the longing to feel each bitch get off on his fingers. Poppy was the first to do so, panting and gasping she began to grind around, fucking his thick manly fingers. She flung her arms around his neck as her orgasm struck her hard, her fingernails digging into his skin. Gulping down air, and seeing stars, she pulled herself onto the bed, spent, at least for now. Left with just Thea to attend to, Adam raised his left hand, slick with Poppy's juices to Thea's lips. Hungrily she sucked them into her mouth to taste her accomplice's flavor, the sight of the ring on his finger, his wedding ring enough to tip her over the edge. "Yes...yes....aaargh...." She screamed as she collapsed to all fours as her body was consumed by fire, her body racked with ecstasy. ++++++++++++++ Adam turned over and got up on his knees. With no disrespect intended to Thea, it was Poppy's cunt he wanted. The blonde slut, still half stupefied and unprotesting, let Adam pull her legs apart and position himself . Briefly his conscience flared. Just hours early he'd told his wife that she could trust him and here he was poised cheat on her once more, and to do so willingly. Too bad he was passed the point of no return. Adam planted both hands on the bed and raised his upper body and, with no thought for protection, penetrated Poppy's pussy. Usually so concerned with gentle love making and his wife's needs it felt liberating to treat this slut fast and dirty, slamming in and out. He couldn't believe how it made his cock feel and he knew he'd be coming soon. "Ugh ugh ugh...." Poppy grunted with each inconsiderate thrust but Adam was not that concerned about Poppy's comfort, just his own release. "Uhn..." She moaned, her pussy still quivering and sensitive from her climax, his animal thrusts almost unendurable. "Oh Jesus..."Adam cried as welcome streams of his creamy cum flew from his cock, deep inside of her. ++++++++++++++++++++ Friday ++++++++++++++++++++ Poppy had gone out with the Bensons' credit cards and Thea, after ordering Emma to wash the bed sheets stained with her husband's cum, was helping herself to their liquor cabinet so they had some time alone. Adam wrapped his arms around his wife, his love for her undiminished despite his increasingly less reluctant fucking of the two whores who had invaded their home. The guilt of enjoying those indecent sessions was eating him up inside. He felt like he was splitting in two. One part of him the devoted husband and father, the other man sinful and debauched. He vowed silently that that man would not win. He and his wife just had to survive the rest of this week and get Tim back and then they could pick up the pieces of their marriage. "They won't get away with this..."He whispered. "When this is all over they'll go to jail." Emma pulled back and looked at her husband. "Their fingerprints are all over this house. The money must have gone somewhere and the bank will be able to trace that..." He continued. "Is that what you want?" Emma asked after a few moments of thought. "Of course it is! I want them to be punished. Why wouldn't I?" "You're a good man, Adam." Emma said, not noticing the stab of shame that crossed her husband's face. "Everything would come out....what they...made you do..." Adam hadn't thought of that. All of their friends, their family knowing all the intimate, dirty things be been forced...and not so coerced... to do. Would he be forced to admit in court that he liked what they'd done to him and how would his marriage survive that? Still his sense of justice prevailed. "You can't be suggesting that we just let them get away with this...?" "Adam, I could quite happily kill them," She paused. "But I couldn't bear everyone knowing. This is hard for me to say but I think I'd prefer ....that we just put it behind us...you, me and Tim...that's all that matters." She fell into his arms and he kissed the top of her head....the future unknowable. +++++++++++++ Friday Night +++++++++++++ Poppy and Thea informed the Bensons' that Adam could have a night off from fucking. Adam hoped that this might prove to be the end of the ordeal, that Timmy would soon be brought home to them. He was wrong...they simply meant that they planned to turn their attentions to his wife. ++++++++++++ Freshly showered, her skin still pink from the water and her hair still wet, Emma was looking more like her old self, Adam was pleased to notice. He hoped that being allowed to finally clean herself up might bolster her against what still lay ahead. +++++++++++ The Bensons and the sluts were all sat in the den, Poppy with bags of shopping at her feet. "Mrs Benson, please be so kind as to stand up and take your clothes off." Thea commanded. "What?!" Emma cried "I won't...I..." "What's going on?" Adam also yelled. "Don't do this....I've done everything you asked...don't do this..." He pleaded. Poppy giggled as his protests, his defense of his wife, fell on deaf ears. "Mrs Benson. Don't make me call our friend and have her do something you'll regret." Thea growled. Tears falling from her eyes, Emma stood up and began to undress, feeling awkward and humiliated as first her chest was exposed and then her skirt was dropped to the floor. "Emma..." Adam said, taking to his feet ...wanting more than anything to save her from this. There was nothing he could do. "And your underwear." Poppy said. Emma removed her bra, trying to use her arms to cover her modesty. "Such small breasts. I'm surprised a man like your husband chose to marry you with those itty bitty tits." Poppy volunteered gleefully. "Shut up! Where do you get off saying those things?" Adam snarled, rounding on the blonde nymph. "Don't talk about my wife like that!" Poppy shrugged innocently. "I just mean you seemed to like our massive mammaries when you were sucking them and licking them." Emma let out an audible sob and Adam just looked as if the wind had been knocked out of him. A selfish part of him decided that it was better to let Emma be humiliated and abused than let further revelations about his own behavior come out. Seeing the fight go out of Adam the girls decided to continue. "Now your panties." Thea said sweetly, as if asking nothing at all. Emma pushed her underwear to the floor. "Uugh, hairy bush." Was Poppy's comment. "Poor Mr Benson putting up with that too." Poppy and Thea stood up and walked over to their naked victim. They began to rummage in shopping bags, each extracting an item. Pliant, and offering no resistance, Emma let them dress her. Adam, torn between watching and looking away, could see the sluts were enjoying this demonstration of their power over her and his wife's mute submission to it. Emma was soon clad in the most lewd underwear Adam could possibly have imagined. The bra was designed to display rather than conceal the nipples and the panties were crotch less. "There. She's beginning to look like a slut, isn't she, Mr Benson?" "Thea..." Adam croaked, perhaps hoping that some degree of mercy could be found. "We want to hear you say it." Adam froze. The only sound in the room Emma's crying and the tick of the clock. "No ...I won't..." He croaked Poppy mock-applauded his honor, before fishing out the next treasure from the bag. It was a black PVC mini skirt, which Emma duly stepped into and let Poppy dress her in. "And to complete the look...." Thea sneered, pulling out a pair of black leather knee high boots. ++++++++++++++ Poppy pulled out a digital camera and took a shot of Emma, standing there, abased and dejected, her arms around her trying to cover her near nakedness. Some how this was worse than being actually naked. "Oh God, don't.." Adam begged. "Play with your tits." Poppy commanded, ignoring Adam. "No....please..."Emma cried. "You do this here or we make you go and stand on a corner and sell yourself to the first sleaze who comes along. Your choice." Emma had no doubt they'd do as they threatened so she self-consciously cupped her breasts once then let her hands fall. "Come Mrs Benson, you'll have to do better than that. Really squeeze them, tweak your nipples, that sort of thing...imagine you really like it." Emma began to do as they said, her mind beginning disassociating with reality, as Poppy snapped photo after photo. She posed as commanded, pinching her nipples, twisting them, licking them and when they told her to smile as she did it she obeyed. "Kneel on the couch." Thea directed and Emma complied. "Bend over so we can see your scrawny ass. Good girl, rub your ass, spank it." Adam had never seen his wife like this before and to his immense shame, found that his cock responding. His cock didn't seem to mind the glazed over look in her eyes, the smile so vacant that that itself belied the emotional damage being inflicted on her psyche. Poppy knelt on the floor and Emma shuddered, a small piece of her surrendered mind aware that the lens now had the perfect shot under her barely there skirt. "Play with your pussy. Yes, that's it, spread those hairy lips..." "Stop...please..." Adam groaned as his wife vulgarly displayed the pinkness of her privates. All the women ignored him and he thought of leaving, abandoning his wife to their clutches, to let them debase and play with the woman he loved, the woman who had borne his child and who had always been there for him. He couldn't bring himself to walk out the door. Was his presence making it worse for Emma or did she want him here nearby? Was it simply that he wanted to watch? Despite their words, his wife was a beautiful woman and here she was acting out a slut fantasy he'd never have dared to entertain. Yes he wanted to watch. His raging hard on was evidence of that. "Turn over and sit on the couch. Good. Spread your legs and play with yourself some more." Thea commanded. Adam swallowed as Emma's fingers rubbed her pussy, her breathing getting heavier. Her pussy was wet, her body responding to the stimulation even as her mind was elsewhere. There was no question of him leaving , his horniness turning him into a willing observer now. "Okay, that's enough." Thea said suddenly, and Poppy put the camera down. "Should you ever go to the police, these pictures will be sent to everyone you know." ++++++++++++++ Poppy and Thea had let Adam gently guide his dazed wife to bed and after he'd undressed her she opened her eyes and put her hand on his still semi- hard cock. "Emma..." Adam started to say but couldn't find the words. "Please...I.." Clearly pained Emma was determined to speak. "I need to remember you..." Adam's heart broke into a million little pieces. "I need to remember you, too..." He reciprocated as his lips touched hers. There was no small amount of trepidation at first but then the familiar affection and love was rekindled, like embers almost extinguished can turn suddenly became a ferocious inferno. The sex they had that night had been slow and gentle, a process of comfort and rediscovery, borne of their need for each other. It was, in a way, healing, as each sought and found a reconnection. They'd both shed tears during the lovemaking, but it had been pain they'd shared together. Adam felt a new optimism about himself, that he could still love, still be the man that Emma had married and that Emma would only be the woman for him. Emma had been reassured that their relationship transcended physical passion and would survive, that she could, in his arms, forgive what he'd done and that with time forget this horrific episode. They'd both discovered a fragile trust in each other, one that both them was determined never to break. +++++++++++++++ Saturday +++++++++++++++ The morning came and Emma woke up and seeing her husband she smiled. Adam, on alert for the first sign of emotional distress, was shocked until it became clear that Emma had no recollection of the worst that had happened last night. The temporary insanity that had gotten her through those degradations prevented any comprehension of them now. Adam thanked the Lord for being merciful. +++++++++++++++ Perhaps Poppy and Thea could read what had happened in their faces when they came downstairs that morning, the strength that Adam and Emma were drawing from each other. The fight was back in their eyes. That whatever game the sluts had been playing, it was clear they'd suffered a significant set back, if not lost all together. Poppy sullenly informed them that they'd have Timmy back by nightfall and had gone to pack, leaving Thea to sit in the kitchen to witness the reinvigorated couple never look more secure and devoted to each other. +++++++++++++++++++ The End +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Only kidding! +++++++++++++++++ Saturday Night +++++++++++++++++ Adam entered the den and saw Emma bound to an armchair and gagged. He ran over to her, his mind disbelieving what he was seeing. No! What was going on? They'd said it was over! How could they do this! Not now when they were so close to getting their son back? ++++++++++++ "Hello Adam." A voice suddenly called out. He'd been so shocked to see his wife trussed up that he hadn't even looked around the room but he did so now. Standing between Thea and Poppy was Mia, his wife's kid sister. "What the....!" He yelled. "Surprise!" She said in a zany tone and wacky wave of the hands. "What the..." Adam said again. "You're behind all this." "First things first. Tim was never in any danger. You have to believe me on that." Mia said calmly. "Second," The girl went on. "No money went anywhere...you just thought it did." This was too much to process for Adam, who just stood there open mouthed. It took a few minutes before he could say or do anything. "Why, in Heaven's name....?" He croaked eventually. ++++++++++++++++++ "You remember the first time Emma brought you to meet her family?" Adam nodded. They'd all gone to a fancy restaurant. He'd been so nervous, wanting to impress Emma's parents he'd barely noticed the kid at the table. Mia couldn't have been more than 13, quiet and unassuming. "I think mom fell in love with you that day and even dad took a shine to you and you were most beautiful man I'd ever seen. Just entering puberty, barely understanding what was happening to me, what the sight of you was making me feel." WACFYM Ch. 03 Adam couldn't believe his ears. His sister had been lusting after him since the first time they met?! He slumped into a chair. He swallowed. Hadn't he, at the back of his mind, known she had a crush on him? "I was always there, waiting to catch a glimpse of you every time you brought Emma home from a date...when you started hanging around our house for dinner, or just watching TV...my God....I wanted you. The first time I touched myself I was you I was thinking of...you been over to swim in the pool and God, my pussy got so wet looking at you." Mia kicked off her shoes whilst she was talking. "But you barely noticed me...oh sure you were nice to me, never treating me as if you didn't want me around but even when I started to blossom, my tits growing you never looked at me the way I wanted you to. I was teenage bitch in heat and all the boys at school could smell it but not you. You only had eyes for Emma." Mia might not know it but Adam had noticed. Any man would have. Had he been tempted? No but once or twice there'd been the glimmer of temptation. "I fucked a lot of boys in high school but it was always you I was fucking. I used to pray that you'd dump Emma and begin fucking me. But no, you asked her to marry you and she said yes, even asking me to be her bridesmaid. God, I didn't wear panties that awful dress and you were so hot as the groom. I'll I could think about during the ceremony was what it would be like to lift up my dress and fuck me on the floor of the church and what your cock would feel like. You remember you danced with me. You smelled so good up close. I pressed against you a little than was decent, wanting you get hard but you acted as if nothing was happening." Adam remembered that. Her lithe body ever so inappropriately close, the view down her cleavage though he'd tried not to look. "I got my own set of your wedding photos and I cut Emma's face out of everyone and substituted my own but that wasn't enough. I took to photo shopping your head on pornographic pictures and I'd use those to get myself off." Mia carried on talking but Adam couldn't help noticing that she'd begun to unbutton her blouse. He tried to ignore the promise that Mia's large, much larger than her sister's, breasts would soon be on view just as he was trying to dispel the image of the then 18 year old Mia masturbating. "Mom caught me one time. You should have seen the look of disgust on her face. I sickened her but I pleaded with her not to tell you and Emma and she sent me off to that fucking boarding school to straighten me out. I'd come home for the holidays and always think that finally you'd notice me but mom was always there her ever watchful eyes on the look out for any wickedness on my part." Emma struggled against the rope that bound her, her cries muffled by the dirty cloth in her mouth. Mom had known Mia was harboring this indecent crush for ten years and hadn't told her, warned her? "Well, thank God the bitch is dead." Mia continued. "Then you got pregnant and I thought Adam's eye might wander as you got all fat and bloated but he just seemed to love you more and more. I wanted to be the one to have his children, his seed in my womb. Oohh..." Mia shivered at the thought of it and absentmindedly stuck her hand passed the waistband of her skirt. " Well then it was off to college, where I built up quite a reputation for seducing boys to cheat on their girlfriends. My psychology professor there recruited me into this secret society for little sluts like, alongside Poppy and Thea here. "Honey.." Thea intervened. "What?!" Mia growled, loathe to be interrupted. "Sweetie, you're monologuing like a crazy villain at the end of bad movie." Poppy stated sympathetically. "I'm not the bad guy here!" Mia protested. Thea raised a sarcastic eyes, indicating Mia's tied up sister. "I'm not! If Adam had just fucked me, a little action on the side now and then there'd have no need for this..." "You're insane." Was Adam's diagnosis. In truth though, finding out she'd been longing for his cock for all these years, had been obsessing about fucking him was actually turning him on. "You could at least be grateful..." Mia cried. "Grateful...?!" "I did all this for you. You'd never had strayed from Emma without a little prompting and now you've been cheating on her all week...one infidelity after the other. Don't tell me you haven't liked it, I'll know you're lying." "I still love Emma." Adam told the 23 year old, hating the fact that everyone could hear the waiver in his voice. "Maybe...but for how much longer?" "What do you...?" "Emma's in the room but you can't keep your eyes off of me. Look at your cock getting harder as we speak." Adam tried to avert his gaze but as Mia bared her breasts he couldn't help gazing at them. As big as Thea's had been, as beautiful as Poppy's had been, Mia's were perfect. Large but perky, soft milky white with pink nipples surrounded by large areolas that would make any man's mouth water. Mia sat down on the coffee table, crossing and uncrossing her legs, fully aware that Adam was checking out her long legs. "You like what you see?" Adam gulped. He couldn't deny it. He nodded. "What to see a little more?" She giggled. Adam looked up at her face, her brazen expression framed by that face. Both sisters shared the same coloring, the same eyes and nose. On Emma it was beautiful, on Mia, stunning. Mia licked her lips as she waited for his response. With Tim safe, this girl had no hold over him. He only had to turn her down and it would all be over. He looked at Emma for a second, meeting her eyes and still seeing in them her faith in him. He looked back at Mia. "Yes..." He heard himself say, his mouth feeling dry. Mia hiked up her skirt and spread her legs, rewarding Adam's admission with the sight of her naked pussy. "You can't resist me, Adam, can you? Adam hesitated. His son was safe, so the choice was his alone. No coercion, no pressure, it all came down to what he wanted but he had no will power now, just the desire to possess Mia's youthful body. Emma was trying to call out as she struggled against the bonds, the rope burning into her skin in her desperate effort to free herself and get to Adam. "No. I can't resist you." Adam, finally giving into his adulterous urges and committing his first vocal betrayal of the woman he loved. He couldn't believe what he was doing. "Tell me you want to fuck me." "I want to fuck you." Mia smiled as her brother-in- law's eyes filled with lust. He'd succumbed to temptation just as they'd known he would. No man, no matter how in love, no matter how loyal, could resist the lure of a hot young slut forever. ++++++++++++++++ "I knew you'd come round to my way of thinking...." Mia boasted as Adam stood up from the chair. He pulled his t-shirt off then, without taking his eyes off Mia, began to unbuckle his belt. Mia doubted he'd ever looked at Emma with such unbridled intensity. Knowing him even his most hungry looks had probably been tempered by compassion and respect. But that Adam was gone and once he'd given himself to her completely, he'd be gone for good. He was going to fuck his wife's baby sister right in front of her. Still fixated on Mia, Adam unzipped and bent down to drop his pants and underwear, casually kicking them off when they were around his ankles. Though all eyes in the room were on him (including his wife's) he felt completely at ease stripping off his clothes. It was with a relaxed confidence, perhaps even a slight swagger in his step as walked across the room. ++++++++++++++++ He stopped and looked down at Mia, his expression unreadable. Was he having second thoughts? She wondered. She couldn't let that happen. Not now she was so close to winning. "Take off your wedding ring." She cried, her voice hoarse. Adam raised his left hand and twisted the gold band around but didn't take it off. Mia wanted him to cement his betrayal, to relinquish that last link tying him to his marriage, his family but some small part of him that was still reluctant, still resisted. ++++++++++++++++ Mia raised a leg and rested it on Adam's chest. She could feel his heart pounding. He'd given it to Emma all those years ago but it must be hers. "You're mine, now Adam." Emma struggled against her bonds. She could see Adam still had a chance to make the right choice. If only they hadn't gagged her she'd be able to say something to stop this. "You don't want her, a wife. You want me, a slut. There's no such thing as a faithful man, Adam. All men secretly, deep down want this, hot pussy." Mia cried, failing to quite hide the tone of pleading in her voice. Adam gazed at her, her body quaking with the need for him to fuck her. He'd never imagined what it could feel like to have a woman gagging to be taken. He felt powerful. She was his. And he was hers. He smiled roguishly, looking nothing less like angel fallen from grace. He slipped the ring off his finger and let it drop to the floor. ++++++++++++++ He took hold of Mia's slender ankle and raised her foot to his mouth, kissing the sole before licking his way up the arch to suck her big toe into his mouth. He wanted to take the time and taste every part of her. Vaguely he was aware that Poppy had moved and he glanced over to see why. His wife had turned her head away, unable to bear the sight of her husband and her sister about to... Poppy had gone over to force the stricken woman to witness the indecent act that complete his corruption forever. Well his wife meant nothing to him anymore. All he wanted was pussy now. He knelt down to worship at the altar of his sister, the furnace between her thighs. Kissing her lips with uncontrollable thirst. Mia ran her hands through his head, then pressed down, guiding him deeper, his tongue in her, until he was eating her pussy like a hardcore porn star, giving her head like none she'd known. "Yes....yes...faster..." Mia wailed. Adam was moaning too, animal and savage as he explored her, the flicks of his tongue picking up pace as requested, but interspersed with slow deliberate licks along the length of her lips. "Og God...." Mia squealed as he took her clit between his teeth and began to nibble, at the same time working two fingers into her tight hole. She was twitching now, the rumbles of thunder of her approaching storm, a tempestuous orgasm on the horizon. Adam glanced up to see the results of his handiwork, and she could see in his eyes that he'd been consumed by sin now, consumed just as he was consuming her. "Yeah...suck on your sister's clit...." Mia moaned. Spurred on by her words Adam began to lap at her with renewed vigor. The storm broke and Mia clasped her thighs around Adam's head, forbidding him to stop as her juices flowed in torrents and he drank them all like a man who's thirst would never be slaked. ++++++++++ Still quivering, a bedraggled and smoldering Mia had no strength left as the strong older man, her sister's husband, flipped her over with ease. He pushed her face down onto the hard wooden table and pinned her arms above her head. She'd wanted him for so long she didn't care how he treated her. He could do her dirty and rough, the dirtier, the rougher the better. Mia opened her eyes as Adam slammed into her. She wanted to savour the sight of Emma's face as she lost her husband for good. Emma was defeated and her slut sister victorious. "Fuck me with your married cock..." Mia growled but Adam needed no prompting, doing her doggy style, his rhythm fast and brutal. The bitch liked it, a devilish smile on her lips even as she was gasping for air. "Look at your wife as you bang me." Adam obeyed, as smile of his own on his lips. Emma's anguished eyes, meant nothing to him. The anger and resentment that existed there, that compelled her to keep her eyes open, to just excited him more. He'd felt so guilty about his previous physical betrayals with Poppy and Thea but none at all now as he screwed a girl in front of her. "Tell..her how good my cunt feels..." Mia squawked as his manhood plunged in and out of her. "Her cunt's so tight....God Emma...it feels so good." Adam informed the captivated audience.. "Better than hers?" Poppy said, her eyes reflecting bright the heat she was watching. "Yes.." Adam groaned, turning to see Thea, to see if this public display of infidelity was arousing her too. The black girl was riveted to the spot, idly playing with her pussy as Adam and Mia rutted before them. "You love her pussy more Emma's?" Thea whispered. "Yes." Adam cried, his chest sweaty and heaving from exertion as he ground himself into her mound. He grabbed a handful of Mia's hair and yanked her head back, lowering his upper body until he was level with her ear. Mia was gasping for air, but she managed to speak. " Do..you..love her...?" "No...not anymore." Adam snarled. "I'm yours now..." His heart, body and soul were hers. Mia, her previous climax not entirely subsided, came at his words. Pinned down by his hands and his thrusting cock, her body trapped by his weight, the ecstasy was like a bubble under ice, it had nowhere to go. "AAAaaargh..." She creamed, as the pleasure assaulted her. "I gonna cum...." Adam informed her. "Yes ....cum in me...give me all your seed...fill my womb and give me the baby you promised Emma...." Adam wanted nothing more than to get this slut pregnant, to plant his child in her belly. He grabbed her waist with both hands , holding her ass tight to his stomach and thrust in, burying his throbbing dick in her in time to release his jism deep inside her young fertile body. +++++++++++++++++++++ Epilogue ++++++++++++++++ Detective Martinez looked at Emma Benson, trying to reconcile the woman in front of her to the one in the dust covered photos around the house. Mrs Benson had lost a lot of weight, she was pale and looked like she hadn't washed her hair in a month. The detective glanced over at her partner, Bentley, who was surveying the house. Unwashed plates were stacked untidily in the kitchen, their number matched only by empty wine bottles. The two detectives shared a meaningful look before Bentley began to speak to Emma. "Mrs Benson? We found no evidence that supports your allegations." He growled. "We don't really like having our time wasted." Emma looked up at him, unable to believe what she was hearing. "But..." She stammered. "She's stolen my life!" "Mrs Benson." Martinez spoke gently. "You claim your sister conspired with others to kidnap your son and seduce your husband. Well,we've interviewed your sister, husband and even your son. Their stories all match. The boy down the road told us that you told him that Tim was staying with her." Emma began to sob. Martinez looked over at her partner, who was glaring at Emma, not bothering to hide his disgust. She crouched down beside her. "Listen, you've found out that your husband is sleeping with your sister...two people you thought you could trust." Martinez paused. "I can't condone making false allegations but to be honest I do understand why you wanted to. That's why we're not going to press any charges against you." "But I'm telling the truth!" Emma shouted. The female detective frowned impatiently and stood up. "I know this is hard, Mrs Benson, but men cheat all the time, marriages break up. I'd advise you to try and get on with your life, if you can." Emma looked at the detectives, their minds made up and realized that she'd never be able to convince them. Mia had orchestrated her plan perfectly. ++++++++++ After the detectives left, Emma was alone, the once happy family home around her empty and silent and realized she was faced with the downward spiral into despair. "They won't get Timmy. They won't get my son." She said aloud, though she was the only one to hear the words. She'd fight for him and get custody, the only thing that prevented her entertaining her darkest thoughts of ending her own life. She felt a little better, a little stronger once she'd found that small reserve of will deep inside her. But all too briefly it was shaken by the thought of facing her husband and her sister in court. She pulled out the small bottle of pills and took one, shocked to see that only three remained. How would she be able to win her case without them? She needed more but how? No doctor was going to prescribe them.... and then the answer came to her. +++++++++++++++++++ Some weeks later ++++++++++++++++++ Emma sat in court. Her lawyer, Mr Shaw, was reminding her to stay calm, but she was distracted by the sight of Adam on the other side of the room. She wanted to see some sign of the man she'd married in his eyes but there was none. Mia and her friends had spent night after night fucking him, their indecent sessions preventing him questioning what he was doing, until he stopped feeling guilt at all. ++++++++++++++ "Your Honor." Miss Tran, Adam's slim Asian attorney, started to say. " Before ruling on the question of custody we'd like to submit some evidence to the court that seriously raised doubt on Mrs Benson's suitability to be a parent." Adam's hand slipped up passed the hem of the woman's smart business skirt, everyone oblivious to what he was doing. Just a trace of a wolfish smile on his face. The judge nodded and sent his bailiff over to her table to fetch the envelope in her hands. Miss Tran was not wearing panties and she squirmed as Adam's fingers began to work their way into her pussy and the judge looked over at her quizzically. ++++++++++++++ The judge opened the packet and his eyes widened. "Miss Tran?" He growled sternly. "Where did you get these photographs?" "They were on the Internet, your Honor. Mrs Benson was advertising herself as..." Miss Tran paused to look through some papers and to fight the urge to moan as Adam's fingers were now inside her. " Slut wife and mother looking for black cock." "That's a lie!" Emma screamed. " Your Honor I was forced to pose for those....!" The judge slammed his gavel. "Mr Shaw! Please advise your client to refrain from making outbursts in my courtroom!" "But..." Emma protested as her lawyer guided her back to her seat. "If, Mrs Benson, you are referring to the allegations you made to the police," The judge warned gravely, " I must warn you that I will not take kindly to wasting this court's time. No case was found to answer and it will not have them repeated here." Mr Shaw managed to quieten Emma down and paused to recollect himself. "Your Honor. Even if you hold that my client was not forced to pose for those photos the opposing council has no proof that it was my client who placed them on the Internet." "Is Mr Shaw suggesting that Mr Benson put pornographic images of his wife online for all the world to see? My client is a good man with a good reputation." Miss Tran objected, flashing a quick grin in Emma's direction. "Miss Tran, your client left his wife for her sister. Let's not get too carried away." The judge said sternly, wiping the smug look off her face. "Can you prove Mrs Benson had these photos taken for the purpose stated?" "No, your honor." Miss Tran admitted. "I do, however, have a video tape of Mrs Benson indulging in a sex act in public." ++++++++++++ The judge watched as Emma appeared on screen, walking down the street. The footage was grainy but there was no mistaking that it was her and she walked up to the black man shown standing in an alley. "That man is known to the police as a drug dealer, your honor. He goes by the name of Dr Bittersweets." WACFYM Ch. 04 Pt. 01 Jezebels Jena Summers enjoyed a toke on the joint and settled on her bed beside Angela Nguyen, her best friend and casual lover. Both girls were 19 but other than that the only other thing that they had in common was a particular fetish for seducing married men. Jena ran her hand over her friend's neck, brushing aside her long black hair to reveal the fine letters WACFYM tattooed there in cursive script. She had one exactly the same but placed on the small of her back and a year older. Jena was the one responsible for inducting the petite Vietnamese girl into the Jezebelist secret society and its immoral pursuits. Angela giggled as Jena's lips affectionately bestowed kisses on her soft skin. They promised the pleasures that would come later but would have to wait. She pulled out her laptop and logged on to the secret society's website. Its address was only known to society members. She tapped in her password. It was very well constructed and completely secret. The Jezebelists 'asked' for generous 'contributions' from selected male guests who were happy to pay to prevent their wives finding out about their indiscretions so their funds were never in short supply. Some may call it blackmail but the money ensured, amongst other things, the web service was professional looking. The homepage opened up and displayed thumbnail photos. There were thousands of members worldwide, from all walks of life. A cursory glance at their bios revealed kindergarten teachers, police officers, doctors and assistant district attorneys. There even a few politicians in their ranks. Jena leaned over and typed in her mother's name. Xxxxxxxxxxxx Lara Summers page flashed up onto the screen. It showed five or six tasteful nude shots of the forty two year old woman. She and Jena shared the same copper red hair and exceptional fair skin, high cheekbones and emerald green eyes. "I hope I look as hot as your mom, when I'm her age." Angela sighed wistfully. Her friend's mother looked at least ten years younger than her age and had a body that would make most women envious. A good mix of genetics, diet and exercise meant she had no need to resort to surgery to maintain her figure. She was tall but curvaceous and her natural 28CC breasts remained pert and firm. Jena yawned impatiently and budged her friend out of the way so she could scroll down the page. There were dozens of posts, each with a thumbnail of a man attached. It was a complete record of all of her mother's lovers. She selected the latest entry and clicked on it. His name was Tom Morrison, a good looking, 38 year old, father of three. Surveillance shots had captured him on his morning run and showed a man with a strong physique and muscular thighs. There was a nice looking bulge in his shorts. Also included were multiple candid photos of him with his family. They looked happy. His two daughters and his son had inherited his sandy blonde hair and their mother's smile. He ran his own successful advertising company. Her mother had met him there a month ago under the guise of a potential client. He'd been faithful to his wife for ten years but that was until he met Lara. The blurb explained that she had been very demanding of his time, scheduling out of town meetings designed to keep him isolated from his family. She'd seduced him slowly, subtly flirting with him and wearing 'innocent' attire that still somehow displayed her assets to him that no red-blooded man could have failed to notice. Last week she'd gone down on him in his office and swallowed his load. Jena had no doubt about her mother's cock sucking prowess. The poor man couldn't have helped being left wanting more. Xxxxxxxxxxx Jena and Angela read on. Jena's hand nonchalantly caressed her friend's small breast through the nightgown she wore as the details of her mother's sinful campaign aroused both of them. After Tom's first act of infidelity, he'd clearly felt guilty. He stopped returning Lara's calls and sent junior associates to their meetings. He'd taken his family away to the country for weekend. Angela smiled. All men were the same, so ashamed for giving in to their cocks' urges. She knew he'd have had to do a lot more than that to put Mrs Summers off. The mature woman always got what she wanted. Lara's latest scheme had been to send a pair of her skimpiest silk panties to his office along with a note inviting him to an illicit rendezvous in a hotel. There was a clip of Tom in his office, taken by a hidden camera. The man was clearly shown receiving the package. He'd held the panties in his hand as he read the note. It was evident that he was shocked. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't used to being aggressively pursued by women but he couldn't help feel aroused by her desire for him. All men were weak when offered no strings attached sex on a plate. The footage quality was good enough that his indecision was evident in his intelligent blue eyes and body language. He was a faithful husband. He'd made to throw the whole lot in the trash... but then he stopped. Perhaps he was remembering the feel of her lips as she'd sucked his cock. In a moment of madness his eyes had flashed with lust and he'd put the erotic items in to his pocket. He could have disposed of the panties and invite but he didn't; Lara had gotten under his skin and now he couldn't help contemplating further betraying his wife with her. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The next video clip was live footage taken from the multiple cameras Lara had set up in her hotel room. The society had access to only the latest gadgets and toys so the quality was very high. Outside the hotel was a van with operators who controlled the cameras. The feed showed Lara clad only in a black babydoll negligee as she lay on the large bed. It was not long before there was a knock on the door. Lara called out that it was open and Tom entered the room. His body language showed that he was nervous, as if he was still unsure of his decision to be there. The sight of Lara's hot body caused him to loosen his tie as he swallowed anxiously. "I've never cheated on my wife before...." He croaked as he stood by the door, torn between staying faithful to his wife and succumbing to his lust for the mature seductress. "Sssh.." Lara whispered. She knew he wouldn't be here if he hadn't already fallen under her spell and it wouldn't take much to finally tip him over the edge and he'd be fully committed to betraying his wife. "Your wife will never know..." Every Jezebel knew that even good men will cheat if they think they can get away with it. He did not resist as she took hold of his hand and guided him towards the bed. Xxxxxxxxxxxxx She watched her mother slowly unbutton Tom's shirt and slip it off his broad shoulders to reveal his thick torso with its nice spread of golden chest hair. Jena liked older guys and Tom did not disappoint. She licked her lips as her mother caressed his big pecs and flat stomach. Her pussy was getting wet and she guessed Angela's would be to. Jena slowly slid a hand over Angela's thigh and between her legs. "Take off your pants..." Lara commanded. Tom paused. He felt slightly uncomfortable getting naked with a woman he barely knew. When he was fully undressed there would be no denying that he was here for sex with a woman who was not his wife, the mother of his children. He swallowed hard and then kicked off his shoes. With trembling hands he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. With both hands he pushed his pants and boxers down over his solid thighs and kicked them off. "Hmmm..." Angela moaned both at the sight of Tom's nine inch cock and Jena's nimble fingers playing with her delicate clit. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for weeks..." Tom groaned as he stood and watched as Lara slowly slid the first strap off over her shoulder and then the other. Tom licked his lips as her tits were freed. They were so pale and so big yet firm. He wanted to touch her, to touch them and to take her erect nipples between his teeth but he was still resistant. Lara picked up a bottle from the bedside table. Checking to see if Tom's gaze was directed on her awesome rack she sensuously drizzled the aromatic oil over her soft skin. She massaged it over her massive mammaries and down her cleavage. Tom glanced up her perfect face and saw her knowing smile. He smiled back and stepped closer to his new lover. Taking his cock in his fist he guided it's head to rub it over her glistening flesh. "You want to fuck these big titties...? "Uh huh.." He croaked, his mouth feeling dry as he admitted to his adulterous desires. Lara's smoky oval eyes flashed. "Are they better than your wife's tits?" "...yes...." Xxxxxxxxxxx Angela tugged Jena's football jersey off and they kissed just as Lara grabbed the married man's bare ass and pulled him closer. Neither girl considered themselves lesbian, they loved married cock too much for that but they were such sluts they would take pleasure wherever they could. Their tongues flicked together in each other's mouths as their hands were at their tits. It was a jumble of limbs as their passion took hold. In their heat Jena fondled Angela and she did the same. Jena's pair was not as big as her mother's but still dwarfed the other girl's. Angela broke off their sloppy smooch and lowered her head to her friend's chest. Xxxxxxxxx Lara pressed her tits together, squeezing Tom's thick shaft between her milky boobs. "Oh God...that feels good..." He moaned as he began to move his hips to thrust in between her slippery mounds. His cock was soon lubed up as he slowly fucked her tits "You ever fuck your wife's tits?" "Her tits are too small..." He complained. He'd never admitted it before because he loved his wife but Lara's large pair were so much better, his cock was so hard and throbbing as it disappeared between them. The camera panned back to show his broad back and his meaty ass, clenching and flexing as he exerted himself humping her. He pushed the hot milf back a bit and brought one leg up onto the bed for better leverage. "Shit...yeah...mmmmhh..." Xxxxxxxxxxxxx "Your mom likes to talk, huh?" Angela inquired, taking a break from Jena's breasts. Jena sighed impatiently. She'd been enjoying her friend's tongue flicking over her nipples. "It's not just about fucking." She explained as she pushed her friend down onto the bed. "It's about making the man admit that you're superior to his wife, that you're so hot that he can't help betraying his family...." Angela liked screwing married men but still felt bad for the wives and children of the men she slept with. Jena knew that that would pass. She slipped her hand over her friend's smooth flat stomach and down to her light soft bush and found her clit. "It's about fucking a married man and knowing that every time he fucks you he loves his wife a little less..." Angela moaned as Jena pinched her clit between her thumb and forefinger. Xxxxxxxxx "Ahhh....uhhhhh...." Tom grunted as he grabbed Lara's freckled shoulders and increased his pace. His heavy balls were slapping against her body and were so full of cum. "Mmmmm...you like that, don't you?...." She moaned as she jumbled and bounced her large tits around his long manhood. "You want to cum on my tits?" "Yeah." He growled as he stood in front of her. He pulled his erect cock from their slick warm heaven and began to stroke its head with his fingers. Like all guys, even the nice ones, deep down he'd always wanted to cum over a woman's tits. "You cum on your wife's tits?" "No...I always...thought it was nasty..." He grumbled, his voice deep with arousal. Lara watched as he jerked off in front of her, completely consumed with lust. "It is nasty," She whispered, "but you want to be nasty with a slut like me, don't you?" "URGH....YES...Urghhh...." Tom grabbed her hair in one hand and forced her head back as he jerked off with the other. He was so close to cumming. He closed his eyes as the fire smouldering in his balls and the base of his cock erupted. He couldn't have stopped it even if he'd wanted to. "Ahhh...shit...." Tom cried between gritted teeth as he exploded all over her. Had he ever cum as hard or so much? Jet after jet of pearly cum spurted from his pulsing cock. The flare of his toe-curling orgasm caused him to stagger forward but he managed to direct his cum over Lara's heaving chest. "Mmmm...." She murmured appreciatively, as she rubbed his load of semen into her skin. As Tom struggled to regain his breath he flopped down onto the mattress. Lara shot an admiring glance over the rise and fall of his muscular chest. Shooting a second glance at the hidden camera she sucked on her cum-covered fingertips and winked. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Lara delved under her white pillow and extracted her favourite toy. It was a skin toned 10 inch dildo. She shivered as she thought of it stretching her petite Asian friend's tight pussy. Angela's cunt was very wet and lubricated but she cried out as the rubber phallus was worked inside her, her muscles contracting around it as it penetrated her. "Oooooh...Jena....." She protested but her white girlfriend was not concerned and did not stop. Jena knew she loved it. The dirty slut writhed and arched her back as Jena worked it in and out. On screen Tom was eating out Lara's juicy pussy. She was propped up against the headboard and his tongue was probing her hot snatch. He gripped her waist and buried his face between her thighs, eager to taste her. Her fingers were in his blonde hair as he pleasured her. "Ahhhh ...yeah...lick my pussy..." Lara sighed but neither girl was paying attention now, too consumed with their own needs. Still it was an erotic soundtrack to their own sexual encounter. Angela closed her eyes and tossed her hair, her hands roughly clamped on her cute little AA cups. She tweaked her nipples and bit her lip as Jena's delicate tongue returned to her clit, her nose buried in her soft pubic hair. With the dildo deep inside her and her friend's ministrations her cunt was burning with pleasurable sensation. "Jesus...Jena..." "Your pussy tastes so good...." Tom informed Lara but Angela imagined it was Father Gregor's gruff voice and his cock in her pussy. The young priest had arrived a month ago and Vietnamese girl had quickly become infatuated with his Eastern European good looks and athletic body. Angela panted as her body trembled. She fantasised that that hot clergyman forsook his vows and exchanged holy communication for her pussy juices. Now his cock was pistoning in and out of her, his soft hands not Jena's were running over her slight body, his pink lips kissing her navel... "Ah... ah... ah" She gasped in little staccato breaths. Angela gripped the sheets as the verge of her climax held her in keen anticipation. Her legs kicked and twitched as it built. When it came and she came, it burst into her consciousness and blossomed like ink into water, nebulous pleasure but strong. The pounding didn't stop though her whole body was quaking. Despite her friend's wriggling Jena steadfastly sucked on her clit and manipulated the dildo. Angela could hear her heart beating in her ears and she saw stars and sparkles of gold. Someone else was screaming and she realised it was Lara as Tom's mouth pleasured her sex. She inhaled sharply as her orgasm suddenly subsided, a relief perhaps but sadly missed when it was over. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Lara rested her head on Tom's chest and was stroking his pecs and nipples. She liked the view down his tall body, and the sight of his soft cock nestled in his golden pubes and resting on his hairy thigh. Lara couldn't tell what Tom was thinking ...but he wasn't making moves to get home to his wife. She smiled as she thought about his wife at home, completely unaware her husband was being taught what a slut could do. He had cum on her tits and had just eaten her pussy. When the night was over, he would be mired in adultery and he would never be able to go back to be the faithful man he used to be. He might feel guilty tomorrow but he would be back for more. She just needed his cum in her pussy and he would be hers. She took his cock in her hand and felt it responding. Xxxxxxxxxxxxx "Do you love your wife?" She asked as she casually caressed his member back to full hardness. "Yes." He replied, honestly. "But now you're here with me..." Lara said evilly, running a fingernail up and down his hard-on. "You'd rather be with a whore like me, wouldn't you?" "Jesus, Lara....this is-" Lara cut him off. She didn't want to hear him tell her this was a one night deal and all that crap. "I'm superior to your wife in every way. My tits are bigger; you love my tits more than your wife's, don't you?" He fondled her nearest breast and nodded. Lara literally had him by the balls but it was true. He'd always been a sucker for big breasts and had secretly been disappointed with his wife's. "Is my pussy better than hers?" "Yes." He said quietly as Lara squeezed his nuts. "I love your pussy..." "You'd rather be here with me than her?" "Yes." He replied again, this time louder. He'd already betrayed his wife physically and he found it wickedly excited him to betray her verbally too. "I want to fuck a whore more than I want to fuck my wife." With that he manfully lifted her up and deposited her on the bed. He wanted this and he was gonna take charge. Lying on his left side he raised her leg into the air and guided his cock to her exposed snatch. Tom reached over her shoulder and groped Lara's enormous jugs. Unbeknownst to Tom, the unwitting star of this sex tape, the camera zoomed in, perfectly capturing the wedding ring on his finger. Xxxxxxxxxxxx The formerly devoted family man unhurriedly slipped his cock into her. "Awww...you're so tight....." He whispered into her ear. Lara craned around and their mouths met. It was worth sacrificing a little comfort for such overwhelming passion. "Hpmph..." She moaned as they competed to please the other with their tongues. She never underestimated the eroticism of a kiss. To fuck is a bestial act but kissing bonds two people, the intimate sharing of breath. Part of his heart would hers forever now. She doubted he'd ever kissed his wife like this, mashed up close and heavy, nipping her lower lip and sucking her tongue hard. "Ahhhh ....fuck yes...." Tom cried as her round ass slapped against his groin, his hot breath on her neck. He'd spooned with his wife but that had been making love. He'd never fucked her as hard and rough like this. He was thankful he'd already cum once tonight. This was the best fuck of his life and he wanted it to last... "Fuck me with that married cock..." She howled as his unsheathed inches entered her over and over. Xxxxxxxxxx Jena watched as the man fucked her mother. Should she be watching this? Should this be exciting her, arousing her? It was so wrong but that that's why she slipped two fingers into her teen pussy. Did her mom do the same when she watched Jena's videos? Angela watched with one eye on the screen, one on her friend. She'd have been happy to use her hand to help get her friend off but Jena seemed to be doing an okay job all by herself. She was completely unashamed to be vehemently frigging herself off. "Ahhhh....." She moaned as Angela decided to get behind her and started to caress her pale arms, neck and breasts. Jena parted her swollen labia and stroked her wet pussy lips as her other hand thumbed her swollen clit. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Lara quivered with Tom's big strong arms wrapped around her and his cock repeatedly ramming into her. He was breathing heavily but she was impressed at his stamina as his cock filled her hole completely. WACFYM Ch. 04 Pt. 01 She's fucked a lot of guys but few with this kind of staying power. "I want this...cock...just for me..." "What?" Tom asked harshly, irritated by the interruption. "You must never let wife have this cock ever again." Lara insisted forcefully. Tom looked stunned but then his face broke into a wolfish grin. "It's all yours..." He growled with a devilish glint in his blue eyes as he resumed thrusting into her. "Cum inside me..." A look of concentration crossed his face as he let himself focus on his cock and her pussy, and the demands of his aching balls. Only a slut like this deserved his cum. He surrendered to the tingle shooting from his scrotum. "Awww fuck....awww...yeah..." He cried as she clenched around his meat. A few more thrusts and he'd be there. Why would he want to fuck his wife ever again? "Fuck!" Tom exclaimed, loudly as his jism shot from his cock. "Fuck!" Lara wrapped her arms around him possessively as she felt him erupt, his warm load blasting inside her. "Fuck.." Xxxxxxxxxxxx Though they were miles apart Jena and Tom came at the same time. Tom's handsome face, scrunched up as he spilled his seed inside her mom's pussy, was enough to drive her over the cusp. She collapsed against Angela as her body spasmed and jerked and her muscles seized with sensation, its glow sweeping over her skin. Her pussy squirted its juices over her hand and the laptop. XXXXXXXXXX In the hotel room across town Lara milked every last drop as they fell asleep, a tangle of sweaty tired limbs, with his cock softening but still inside her. Jena pulled on some panties and sparked up another joint. Xxxxxxxxxx EPILOGUE XXXXXXXXX Merida Garcia Rioz was nearly finished dusting and was pleased with her work. She looked out at the window and waved to her husband Guillermo who worked as the Morrison's gardener and handyman. He smiled and started to say something when she heard a cry of pain come from the den. Her heart jumped to her chest and she crossed herself. 'Please Lord, don't let anything have happened to the children.' She prayed silently. She ran into the room in time to see the lady of the house, her employer and friend flee the room in floods of tears. Merida was going to chase after her, to see what was wrong, when she noticed the television. Her jaw dropped as looked at the screen. It showed a white woman, completely naked and splayed across the bed. Merida couldn't help but watch as Mr Morrison entered the picture, also completely naked. She finally averted her eyes as the couple began to fuck. Merida couldn't believe it; she'd always thought Tom was the faithful type. WACFYM Ch. 04 Pt. 02 Guillermo watched from the doorway as his seven year old daughter, Alegria and her four year old sister Caridad whispered their prayers. When they were done he tucked them both into bed, kissed them on the foreheads and turned on the nightlight. As they drifted off to sleep he lingered a moment to gaze at their beautiful peaceful faces. He couldn't believe how quickly they were growing up. He smiled to himself and went down the hall. Merida, his wife, glanced up as he entered. She looked worried and Guillermo's heart went out to her. It was a month since Mrs Morrison had discovered her husband's infidelity and had taken her children to stay at her mother's. Since then the atmosphere in the main house had been awkward, to say the least. Before that, things had been very different. His Uncle Jose and Aunt Maria, who lived in the apartment above the garage, acted as the Morrison's chauffeur and maid respectively. Guillermo had taken over the gardening and handyman duties five years ago when they moved to the States. Maria's age meant she let Merida focus on the housekeeping whilst she ruled the kitchen and looked after the children, both the Morrison's and Guillermo's. They might just have been staff but it wasn't like that. The Morrison's had been a nice family and it had been a common sight to see their children playing together on the lawn or sharing the pool. Merida felt terrible for Mrs Morrison and her children but she was also understandably worried about what these circumstances meant for her family. "Does it make me a bad person?" She asked as her husband sat on the couch next to her. Guillermo shook his head and stroked her cheek to reassure her. He tried to seem a lot more confident than he felt. The truth was their futures were uncertain; even if the house wasn't sold in a divorce he hardly thought Tom Morrison needed four servants all for one person. "Try not to think about it, carino. We've got the Alegria's first communion next weekend, that's something to look forward to, huh?" Merida's expression lifted a little. Guillermo was pleased; his wife cared so much about people, it was one of the things he loved about her, but it hurt him to see her sad. "How about we watch the movie, huh?" He asked to change the subject and smiled when his wife nodded. WACFYM Ch. 04 Pt. 02 After the beer and the sun he was already feeling good, perhaps a little intoxicated and the massaging of his member was adding to that pleasant feeling. He eventually found what he was looking for but decided he might play along a little longer before their absence was noticed and they had to return to the party. He wanted to kiss her so he gently extracted her hands (to the disappointment of his erection) and turned around. "What...?! Oh my...God...!" He exclaimed as he realised it had been Jena, and not his wife, with her hands in his pants and making him hard. "What the...are you doing?!" "You seemed to like it." She smirked, looking down at the big bulge that was tenting from his crotch. She was enjoyed seeing the look of surprise and horror in his big brown eyes as it slowly changed into guilt. "What were you.... thinking? I'm... married!" Guillermo stammered, realising that the young girl had trapped him in the small space. "That didn't stop you checking out my tits the other day. I bet you've jerked off thinking about them, haven't you?" Guillermo felt his cheeks flush. He'd actually pictured her breasts quite a lot since then, even though he'd tried not to. His feeling of guilt intensified as he remembered tugging on his cock in the shower the next day thinking about her. Jena smiled triumphantly. "I thought you might want a closer look? Maybe even a little taste?" With that she pulled down her strapless dress down to her waist and freed her large orbs. "Please...cover yourself up...this is not funny...." Guillermo protested, hoping that this was some joke, a game. Despite what his mouth was saying, his eyes kept wandering to her body and began to take on a lusty look. Slowly the girl took hold of his tie and tugged it until the hesitant man was forced to step closer. Jena took hold of one of his trembling hands and guided it up to one of her more than ample breasts. Guillermo started to pull his hand away but Jena persisted, sensing his reluctance was slipping away. A few seconds later her soft milky flesh was in the palm of his hand. Jena let go but Guillermo's touch remained. She exhaled slowly and waited to see what he would do next. "I love my wife...." He whispered but that didn't stop him cupping her, feeling the weight of her breast as he squeezed it. "You're just a girl..." "Do I feel like a girl or woman?" "A woman..." Guillermo moaned as he lowered his head and sucked a pink nipple between his lips, his tongue flicking over it, enjoying the taste of it in his mouth. What the hell was he doing? He'd never done anything like this but his brain wasn't functioning and his body seemed to be doing this all by itself. "mmmm you're making me wet...." Jena sighed, finding one of his hands and leading it up between her legs. Today she wasn't wearing panties and she soon felt his fingertips brush over her dripping pussy lips. Guillermo pulled back, a hand at her waist to keep her away. "I...won't cheat...on my wife..." He growled but was very slow to actually remove his other hand from her hot mound. Jena giggled and pulled away. This happily married man was hers now; he just didn't know it yet. The first seed of corruption had been planted and she was content to let him try to resist the sinful urges that would be growing in him now. "Papi? PAPI?" A small girlish voice called out from the kitchen. Jena stepped aside and clearing the way to the door She was smiling evilly as Guillermo hastily tucked his shirt back into his pants and straightened up his clothing. He grabbed the jar of mustard and went through the door. Jena followed him, still in the process of rearranging her dress. If it been an adult instead of a little girl there'd have been no doubt what had been going on in the pantry. It amused her to think Guillermo's daughter had no idea that her daddy had just had his first taste of infidelity. WACFYM Ch. 04 Pt. 02 There was a light on in the garage and Guillermo figured Uncle Jose was pottering about with an engine whilst he still had the last of the evening sunshine. He should have been with his family; enjoying Merida's cooking before they put their daughters to bed and then spending the evening to themselves. Instead he was buried under the sink trying to fix a plumbing problem but Mrs Summers had decided it was urgent and what could Guillermo do? He tried something and the clanking noise stopped when he tested the waste disposal unit. Guillermo was satisfied that he'd solved the problem and was looking forward to leaving when Jena and Angela entered the kitchen. Jena watched as Guillermo's body tensed, eyes narrowed and the Latino's boyish face took on a sulky expression when he realised they were there. He finished washing his hands and then wiped them on the back of his jeans. It was clear that he had no intention of talking to them. "Hey, Gil. How's it hanging?" Jena inquired, her eyes flicking down towards his crotch. His lips thinned as he felt a burst of resentment and anger towards the girl. He'd been content with his wife and the life they'd built for their children until this girl had moved in and had provoked new and unsettling feelings in him. He hated her for the power she had over him and he felt himself drowning in it. "I'm done here and heading back home to my wife." He replied, pointedly, trying to make it clear where he would prefer to be. "Gil...don't feel bad..." Jena said in a faux conciliatory way. "We just want to be friends." "Sure." Guillermo spat out, not buying it. "Play nice, Gil....you wouldn't want to have a little talk with your wife, would you?" Guillermo groaned inwardly. It didn't matter how bad he felt about what had happened and how much he just wanted to be left in peace. This girl was going to persist trying to seduce him and he had no say in the matter. His family and even his marriage was at her mercy and the more he tried to protect them the more he would have to betray them. When Guillermo didn't move to leave Jena knew she had him just where she wanted him. With a simple nod of her head she indicated the trio should head into the den. Guillermo reluctantly followed. WACFYM Ch. 05 Craig Evans glanced over his shoulder as his wife, Cally, entered the bathroom. He paused brushing his teeth as he watched her slip off her robe to reveal her naked body. He smiled as she pretended not to notice his attention. After 3 years of marriage Cally was well used to his eyes wandering over her naked body. A keen cyclist who also did yoga twice a week, his wife turned heads wherever she went but only he got to see everything. He treasured that secret bond in his heart. Her short dark bob framed her beautiful oval face and accentuated the gracefulness of her long neck. Further down...well ...he never tired of seeing her body. Her breasts may not have been the biggest pair in the world but they perfectly complimented her long limbs and lithe athletic frame. Below her slender waist and the gentle curve of her hips was her neat little dark bush. His smile widened as she slipped into the shower and he remembered the night before, when he'd buried his head between her legs. He felt at home there and loved going down on his wife before getting to the actual love making. Craig rubbed foam over his cheeks, and started to shave but was distracted by the reflection of his naked wife in the mirror. This time in the morning was his favourite time of the day, just the two of them in the still quiet and the little rhythms they shared. He finished, wiped his face, turned and leant against the sink, watching as Cally soaped up her body, her hands travelling over her flawless tanned skin. Her back was towards him and he seized the opportunity to gaze at her adorable round ass. He was pretty content with his life right now. Okay, working with his father was sometimes a pain but relationship-wise he knew he'd gotten lucky. He and Cally just worked together, she was his partner and best friend as well as his wife. It might sound corny but she completed him. He could feel his heart beating in his chest as he thought of the tiny life growing in her belly. It had been beating that way since they'd done a pregnancy test together last month and watched it turn pink. It made him incredibly happy, he'd known within a few weeks that Cally was the one for him and he wanted to start a family with her, but incredibly nervous as well. He wasn't sure if, at 28, he was quite ready for the things that were about to happen. He shed his pyjama bottoms and stepped into the shower behind Cally, inhaling deeply the scent of floral shampoo as the warm mist enveloped him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pictured her belly growing, swelling with their child. Whatever else happened that was one part he was really looking forward to. Cally turned in his arms, smiling at his embrace. She gazed affectionately into her loving husband's deep green eyes as she slowly lathered some shower gel over his hairy pecs and his pink nipples, almost hidden by his chest hair. He gently held her as the water cascaded over his broad muscled shoulders, his lower body entwined with hers. She could feel his cock hardening pressed close to her belly as she ran her fingers over the smoothness of his cheek and remembered how his weekend stubble had felt on her thighs last night. She really wished she didn't have to say what she was about to. "Honey...I'd really like to," Boy, she really mean that. "Really. But I promised Mom I'd be there at 8.30." She whispered, sliding passed him and out of the shower. She hated the brief look of disappointment that flickered across his narrow, boyish face but was relieved to see it was quickly replaced with one of understanding. "I'll take a rain check." He replied softly, as she wrapped herself in a towel. His mother was undergoing cancer treatment and he really wanted to be the supportive husband Cally needed him to be. "Thank you." Cally breathed, her heart swelling with gratitude and love for the tall, strong man that cared for her so deeply. Not once had he complained when Cally fulfilled her daughterly responsibilities and he'd been there for her when times had been really bad, knowing exactly when she just needed to be held. Some guys might have secretly resented sharing the person they loved but Craig really was the nicest, sweetest guy in the world and she knew he was going to be just as good a father as he was a husband. WACFYM Ch. 05 Pt. 02 Ginny gazed at her surroundings. There were a few people on the beach but she and George pretty much had the dunes to themselves. It was a sunny Fall day but the weather was cool, just the way she liked it. She put down her paperback and glanced over at her boyfriend. He was dozing peacefully and snoring lightly so Ginny seized the opportunity to gaze at him. They'd been together for four years but she never tired of looking at him. She brushed her fingertips through his chestnut brown hair as she snuggled up next to his comforting warmth. George's face was ruggedly handsome, with cute eyebrows and a square jaw that any woman would have found appealing but what Ginny really loved were his expressive brown eyes, a scattering of light freckles and the way his face would frequently break into this adorably goofy smile. The only reservation she'd felt at the beginning was regards his height which was about average. Another day by the beach, back when they'd started dating, had put those doubts to rest. She could still remember watching as he'd pulled off his shirt and revealed his lean, fit body. It wasn't toned and rippling but an active lifestyle had kept him in very good shape. That night had been the first time they'd made love and she hadn't been disappointed by what had been hidden by his swimming shorts. Today, Ginny felt the familiar tug of her heart as she looked at him, knowing she loved him a little more each day, not just because of his wholesome attractiveness and the fact he was good in bed. Serious when he had to be, he supported her wholeheartedly but could also really make her laugh. She was a world class worrier at times and George was always on her side, helping reassure her. It only took Ginny one glance into his loving eyes to make her feel better. She sat up and glanced around as she brushed her blonde windswept hair from her face. Her right hand traced over his left leg, enjoying the sensation of his fine hair on her fingertips. George shifted lightly as her fingers reached his thigh but didn't wake. Ginny smiled and sent her hand further, taking advantage of the baggy shorts he wore. There was something soft and vulnerable about that spot that excited Ginny, knowing his thick cock and balls were just a few inches away and completely at her mercy. As her right hand continued its ascent and cupped his tackle, her left slipped under his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his body as she caressed his flat stomach. Ginny loved the downy chest hair that covered his pecs and formed a dark line from his navel to his waistband. His maleness, so alien but exciting always aroused her and she could feel her body tingle. George stirred sleepily as she gently massaged his cock, loving the feeling of his manhood starting to swell to her touch. "What are you doing?" He asked, opening one eye. There was a half smile on his lips to show he wasn't complaining. Ginny's spontaneity and adventurousness was one item on a long list of reasons why he loved her. He watched her pretty face as she smiled coyly back at him. Strands of her long hair fell over her beautiful blue eyes and George exhaled as she unconsciously licked her lips. He glanced at her body, clad only in a bikini top and shorts and could see her nipples were erect, either from the cool temperature or arousal. Her breasts were smallish but pert. He reached out and cupped one, loving the way it filled his palm and the way she moaned softly as he brushed his thumb over it. Not a day went by that he didn't appreciate how lucky he was to have found a girl who was not only funny and smart but also incredibly sexy. "Do you want me to suck it?" She breathed in to his ear. Though slightly more experienced than George, she'd been raised to be a good girl. Ginny felt comfortable saying it only because of the deep connection the couple shared. That bond opened them up and really allowed them to express their love and desire for one another that neither had felt with the few previous partners. "What if someone sees?" He protested half-heartedly as he glanced around sheepishly, but the amused tone in his voice let her know he didn't want her to stop. "I'll give 'em a good show." She answered so boldly that George couldn't help but let out a little laugh. Ginny extracted his now straining manhood and was just about to lower her head when her boyfriend stroked her face and turned it towards him. They kissed, George wanting to convey the feelings with his mouth that words could not. He wanted her to know just how much he loved her. He never wanted the kiss to end, she tasted so sweet. When he was with her he was home and the world was a happy place. "I..." He stuttered when their lips finally parted. Ginny placed her finger over his lips. "Shoop, shoop, baby..."She whispered. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Mmmmm...." George, propped up on his elbows, moaned as half of his eight inches vanished inside Ginny's welcoming mouth. His concerns about being caught also disappeared as his girlfriend got to work. The riskiness of it was a huge part of the turn on. She played with his balls as she planted kisses up and down his shaft over and over again, interspersing that with her tongue flicking over its swollen head. George buried his feet in the same as he placed a hand on the back of her head as the pleasure from her mouth began in earnest. "Awhhh..." He groaned, giving up on watching so he could close his eyes and arch his back. This was an exceptional circumstance but he wasn't complaining, their regular sex life, in the bedroom usually, was very healthy. That didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the outdoor sex act because it was out of the ordinary. Ginny loved giving George head, amazed at how different the experience was with someone you truly cared for, wanting to give that to them. George was bucking his hips to the rhythm she was setting, their bodies in unison. In tune with him, she could feel him wanting to pick up the pace but resisting the urge thrust harder into her mouth. She smiled at his consideration and rewarded him a brief but passionate locking of their lips before she returned to his lap. George ran his hands over her exposed tanned skin, never tired of the way his girlfriend felt, so soft and good. He couldn't keep his hands off of her at home or now. He groped her small, round ass through her shorts. "Any chance you can take these off?" He groaned. Part of him enjoyed being the only one baring all but his desire for Ginny's naked body was his overriding fantasy. "Uh huh..." Ginny replied by shaking her head, smiling at his suffering. He'd have to wait until they got home to rip her clothes off and have her completely. So in sync, she knew he'd be eager to return the favour as soon as they got through the door. She planned on teasing him the whole ride home, maybe even flash him her breasts as he tried to keep his eyes on the road. "Awwww..." He moaned petulantly. Disappointed, George flopped back onto the sand but the throbbing in his cock was growing so urgent, the pleasure mounting so incessantly his frown was fleeting. His nuts tightened but he didn't have to tell Ginny he was close to cumming. She could tell by the shortness of his breath and the way he was squeezing her behind. "Ohhhh...ughhhh....jesus...." George grunted, even if he'd wanted to hold out, he couldn't for much longer. Ginny glanced up, from between his legs, to watch his scrunched-up face as she closed her lips around his cock and wrapped her hand around the base to bring him over the edge. She wanted him to cum in her mouth, to swallow it, to do that for him. "oHh shiiittt..." George growled as his load spurted from his cock. Jet after jet erupted as his balls emptied and Ginny took it all. Xxxxxxxxxxxx "Jesus...that was ...you're so... naughty." George breathed out as he pulled his shorts up over his softening cock. He took the opportunity to gaze at his girlfriend, love and appreciation written all over his face. She was so pretty in an earthy way, and a great person as well, his love for her had never been stronger. Ginny looked a little embarrassed, her behaviour not exactly typical for her, though she had enjoyed it. Being with George just did things to her she couldn't put into words. "Will you marry me?!" George blurted out, spontaneously, without thinking. "What?" Ginny cried, a little taken aback but dizzy with surprised happiness. "Oh no! I didn't mean to say that..." George croaked, mortified by his unplanned outburst. "You don't want to marry me?" Ginny asked, amused by the befuddled, anguished look on his cute face. "I do!" He stated with emphasis, horrified that Ginny might think otherwise. "...I want to spend the rest of my life with you!... but I had this whole scenario planned; dinner, wine, going down on one knee. I wanted it to be perfect..." George explained, his words tumbled from his lips as he tried to explain in haste. "Honey," She whispered, silencing him by putting a figure over his mouth. " It doesn't matter how you ask me; the answer is yes. To be your wife will make me the happiest girl in the world..." She trailed off as she kissed him. It took a second for George to realise what she'd said and the troubled expression on his face to melt into bliss. Xxxxxxxxxxxx "So another one bites the dust." Tim scowled as he bent over the pool table and easily potted his shot. George sipped his beer and let his friend's ambivalent attitude wash over him. Tim's position was well known to him. He couldn't understand the need to get married, preferring a 'hump 'em and dump 'em' strategy towards women. "Hey man, I'm happy for you. Ginny is great." Al stressed, meaning it, as he threw one arm over his buddy's shoulders. Single himself, he wasn't bitter for his friend to have found the one he wanted to commit to. "Getting married is just a way to try and ensure regular sex." Tim opined as the other men in the group, Craig and Simon, both married men, offered their congratulations. "Oh come on," George countered, beginning to grow a little impatient now. "Ginny's more than just the woman I sleep with, she's also my best friend. She's smart, funny, beautiful..." "For Christsakes, you popped the question after she gave you head on the beach..." Tim scoffed. George shrugged affably, in a way to suggest he may concede the point a little. "By the way, I thought I was your best friend." Simon protested good-naturedly, elbowing his buddy in the ribs before focusing on his shot. "I didn't know sex was part of the criteria; you should have told me.." He continued, playfully acting like he would have considered it. George laughed, relaxed and comfortable around the guys. They met at the bar every Friday and there was nothing he couldn't share with them. He trusted them all. Xxxxxxxxxxxx Craig smiled as the group talked and drank. Simon was talking about something his wife, Willow, had said. The guy was really happily married, the pair of them the perfect couple. They had two small daughters that they doted on and despite that, the man hinted that their sex life hadn't slowed down any. Simon didn't even glance in the direction of the hot pair of blondes sitting at the bar, unlike Craig who was wondered what they'd be like to fuck. None of buddies knew that he'd been seduced and corrupted by his father's mistress and that he'd lost track of all the sluts he'd fucked behind his wife's back. "How's Felix?" George enquired, having a fondness for Craig's little boy and hoping he and Ginny would start a family fairly soon after getting married. "He's fine." Craig stated evenly. He'd been so happy when Cally had given birth to his son but under the slut's tutelage he couldn't see his son as anything more than something that got in the way of getting pussy. A boring bitch like Cally hadn't deserved his child but he couldn't wait until Zara's due date. That whore deserved his child more than his wife. "Say, I've got something for you." He said, changing the topic by holding out a business card. "What's that?" "The name and number of a great wedding planner. Tell her I sent you and she'll offer you an unbelievable deal." Craig told him, smiling as his buddy thanked him. 'Don't thank me yet,' he thought to himself, 'wait until your cock is in her pussy and she's turned you from a faithful guy into a cheating bastard.' Craig felt no guilt sending his unsuspecting friend to be seduced into betraying the love of his life. The Jezebels had corrupted him so completely he knew by the time they were done with George all he would think about would be the next pussy to fuck, Ginny completely forgotten. Xxxxxxxxxxxxx "Miss Charles will see you now" The receptionist said, directing the couple through the swish frosted glass doors. As they entered the office the first thing George saw was the back of a woman bent over the desk. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt that really emphasised the fullness of her ass and the shapeliness of her stocking clad legs. He blinked and averted his eyes, hoping Ginny hadn't noticed the way his gaze had been drawn to the sight. He gazed around, taking in the space. The place reeked of prosperous luxury. Miss Charles was clearly doing well for herself, they'd never have been able to afford her services if it weren't her connection with Craig. "Hello, you must be George and Ginny. So pleased to meet you." Tina Charles said as she turned around, perfectly poised, the epitome of grace and elegance. She smiled even more as George's gaze involuntarily drifted down to her large breasts under her silk blouse. He looked away pretty sharpish, looking suitably sheepish. Guys couldn't help it, even nice guys like George. Her body was the type of body made to be noticed, impossibly curvaceous and voluptuous. She chatted to them, making small talk and taking notes as she surreptitiously assessed the young pair before her. She could tell they were really in love. From the way his hand subconsciously rested on her back to the little devoted glances and smiles. Tina could feel her pussy getting wet as she thought about coming between them, taking this guy in a committed relationship and make him betray that love and trust. She'd lost track of all young men who had come into her office. She'd only targeted the ones who'd been decent and faithful and every one had slowly been corrupted as they'd fallen under her spell. Just as George would be. It didn't hurt that he was good-looking in a guy-next-door kinda way. He had a boyish face and evidence of a nice body was visible beneath his worn band t-shirt and scruffy jeans. "What I like to do with my potential clients is to talk with you separately, to get a clearer picture of what both of you want from your special day. George, would you mind stepping out for a moment?" Xxxxxxxxxxxxx Tina made notes as she checked out George's fiancée. Ginny was pretty in a down-to-earth way but her body was no match for Tina's. Nice guys like George didn't objectify women, falling for who they were rather than their outward appearance. That was why he'd fallen for a slim, athletic girl with small tits and no ass. "I really just want something simple. All that matters is getting married to George and it will be the happiest day of my life." "Don't worry, I already have lots of ideas." Tina smiled, thinking about how she'd get George hooked on her big tits and ass. Poor little Ginny, looking forward to her future as his wife. Xxxxxxxxxxxxx George sat on the couch when it was his turn to talk with Tina. She slowly, deliberately, bent down to set a cup of table on the table, affording him the opportunity to sneak about down between her more-than-ample cleavage. He didn't take it but from the way he shifted uncomfortably she could tell he had been tempted. "So tell me George, are you ready to settle down with one woman for the rest of your life?" She enquired softly, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his arm. "Ummm, I thought we were going to talk about the wedding." George said, the redhead's proximity making a little nervous. Her hand on his arm seemed overly familiar somehow. "Oh I got all that from Ginny. I know it's a little unusual; I like to get to know my clients and get a feel for their relationships. I try to be a counsellor as well as a wedding planner." "O-k...me and Ginny are great. I can't imagine life without her. I can't wait to get married and have kids." George explained, edging away from Tina and her hand on his arm. If he was honest the smell of her perfume was a little too enticing. He told himself she wasn't trying to act inappropriate, looking at her face she had a completely innocent expression, unaware of how awkward she was making him feel. Craig had warned him that she was a little overfriendly; she was just that way with everybody and not to read anything into it. George decided to follow his buddy's advice. He had no reason to suspect this was all part of the plan to lead him astray. "You're a young man. Most men your age are still out playing the field... I just want to make sure that you're comfortable being monogamous for the rest of your life." "I am." George said earnestly, and meaning it. If Tina wanted to check his commitment, he had no problem with that; he'd never doubted or regretted his decision for one second. If he sure of anything it was that Ginny was the One. Xxxxxxxxxxxx "Oh I guess we are a little early." Willow apologised as she and Simon entered the kitchen and saw that their friends had a guest. "Not all, I was just leaving." Tina said, graciously rising from her seat and collecting the invitation samples from the counter. From the corner of the eye she gazed at Simon. The man was tall and lean and handsome in a bookish way, with scruffy black hair and a stubbled jaw. Definitely a hot young dad. "Guys, have you met Tina yet? She's our wedding planner...she's been really amazing. Tina, these are our friends Simon and Willow Kidson." The group made their introductions and then Tina left, a little disappointed she hadn't been invited to stay. She'd have definitely liked to get to know Simon a little. She sat in her car and thought about what Craig had told her about George's best friend. Apparently he was the one to introduce Ginny to George. The pair had dated long ago before realising they made better friends than a couple. Then Simon had met Willow who suggested setting Ginny and George up on a date, suspecting how well suited they were for each other. According to the secret traitor in the group the Kidsons were happily married. A few years ago an intern at Simon's work had developed a crush on him, taking her flirting a little too far. Craig said the girl had been extremely hot but Simon wasn't interested or tempted to fool around behind his wife's back. Simon had told Willow everything and requested a transfer to avoid the girl's advances. Completely secure in their relationship. Tina smiled. She planned to seduce all of George's buddies and deprive him of all their support. Cut off and vulnerable he'd be susceptible to Tina's machinations. She couldn't wait to start with his best man, the faithful husband and doting father. He might have been able to resist a foolish little girl, an amateur, but he wouldn't be able to resist her. Xxxxxxxxxxxx The girls were out shopping for Ginny's dress and the bridesmaids' outfits. Tina was showing them around an exclusive boutique, the manager of which was a sister in the Jezebel secret society. This whole wedding was going to be sponsored by the man-stealing sluts, but Ginny had no idea. Her hard earned money would actually be paying the people who were out to sexually corrupt her fiancé. "Wow, that dress is amazing." Cally whistled. The gown was strapless, with a heart shaped neckline. The fitted bodice was embroidered with crystals and miniature pearls and the ruched satin fell elegantly to the floor. WACFYM Ch. 05 Pt. 02 "I wished I filled it out more." Ginny complained, looking down at her smallish breasts. "Oh come on," Willow comforted. " You're gonna look so gorgeous George will want to rip that dress off you." She was so happy for her friend that she had found the right man to settle down with. George was such a solid, reliable guy she knew he was going to take care of her BFF like her husband did for her. "Look at the price though...." "The owner is a friend of mine, let me have a word and see what I can do..." Tina cooed and was rewarded with a hopeful smile from Ginny, her eyes filled with gratitude. Xxxxxxxxxxxxx Tina watched as Simon went for his evening jog around the park, admiring the way his fit legs looked in his running shorts but especially the way his large package bounced in them. She was dressed for running too, her large tits barely contained by the tight white tee and hot pants that didn't quite cover her big, ripe ass cheeks. Tina took a shortcut and headed further up the past. The secluded spot was perfect and as she dropped down to lie on the ground, the heavens opened; a summer downpour that hadn't been forecast. Unforeseen events always occurred and had to be factored into every seduction but Tina knew this one would actually work to her advantage. The rain made her skimpy outfit completely see-through. She'd wanted Simon to get a good look; he was going to get an even better one. He rounded the corner and saw her lying on the floor clutching her ankle. "Hey, you alright?" Simon asked, pulling up despite the weather. "Oh hey, it's Tina, right?" He said, surprised, as he recognised her. He offered his hand and helped her up. "Yeah. You're Simon, George's friend." She replied, leaning against him and letting him take her weight as she faked a limp. Real gentlemen were so easy! "Do you have a car?" Simon asked and Tina shook her head. "Let me drive you home. My car's not far. How's the ankle?" Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Tina smiled as Simon drove. Like any red-blooded male he couldn't help looking down at her wet shirt and her erect nipples. He would quickly avert his gaze but the way he blushed a little meant he'd definitely noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. He'd resisted temptation so far but then, he'd never met a slut like Tina. She was going to do things that would explode his sexual boundaries and he'd be a very different man when she was through. As he helped her into her apartment, her hand 'accidentally' fell onto his ass and he didn't say anything. "It doesn't look too bad." He diagnosed as he gently inspected her ankle. He was crouched down on the floor and Tina knew he couldn't help admiring her long, shapely legs. His nervous demeanour definitely suggested he was. Maybe he was just beginning to realise that he was alone in a hot woman's apartment. His wife and daughters were visiting her mother and there was no need to get home. He would have had to be blind not to notice that Tina was the most stunning woman he'd ever laid eyes on. He'd thought it that first time in George's kitchen and this time he could feel himself becoming bewitched by her dazzling green eyes and full red lips. "Let me get out of these wet clothes." Tina shivered and hopped towards her bedroom, deliberately leaving the door ajar. She stripped out of the wet garments slowly, watching the mirror. In the reflection she could see that he had given up trying to look away and was standing there completely spellbound by the sight of her naked body. He only averted his lingering look when she slowly pulled on her robe. She could feel the erotic tension in the air as she went to join him. "Did you like what you saw?" Tina whispered in his ear as she stood in front of him. "How about a closer look?" She purred, letting the robe slip open. "I'm a married man..." Simon croaked, but that didn't stop him letting his eyes check out her firm, nubile figure. This woman was practically a stranger but he'd never felt a sexual chemistry like this. It felt ever so slightly unreal, that he wasn't thinking. In this moment all that mattered was how good Tina's body was. "I have two small children...." "You've been a good husband and father. What's one night of being bad, no strings attached?" Tina whispered suggestively. Simon shivered, affected by her sexy husky voice more than the cold. "I dunno...I..."He stammered, torn with disbelief, that he was actually contemplating going through with this. His marriage used to the most important thing in the world to him but if his wife didn't find out, one night of ... extramarital fun...wasn't such a bad thing. Tina smiled. All Simon needed was one taste of infidelity and then he'd be back for more. Especially after she showed him the sex swing and after that he'd discover that there were strings attached but he wouldn't be able to give her up. "I want to thank you properly for helping me..." Tina breathed as she dropped to her knees and squeezed his growing bulge. "And I think you should definitely get out of those clothes, don't you?" Simon nodded numbly and Tina pulled at the waistband of his shorts. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Oh George, isn't this beautiful?" Ginny shrieked as she spun around, taking in the vast, vaunted expanse of the gorgeous mansion grounds, the immaculate lawns and stunning summer house. "I don't know," George whistled between his teeth. "This place is really expensive, I'm not sure our budget will cover it." "Tina can get it at a reduced price." Ginny argued, having already been sold on the venue as the site of their wedding. Tina was really good at convincing people to do what she wanted and nothing George could say would now persuade his bride to be. "You want to make me happy, right?" She wheedled. "Sure." George relented, still unhappy. He'd thought they'd agreed to a small simple wedding so this decision seemed to have come from nowhere. "Don't worry, George, "Tina offered, placing her hand on the small of his back, "This place is so special, you're making the right decision." Her plan was to subtly influence Ginny, push her to make choices that would drive a wedge between her and her fiancée. Unsettled and unhappy George would be less able to resist temptation. George stepped away from Tina's touch, taking Ginny into his arms, seeking reassurance there and trying to feel happy. He could make this work, stretch the budget and give his beautiful fiancée the day she dreamed of. The birds were singing and the weather nice, the girl he loved was in his arms, it couldn't get better than this. "Did we want to talk about your honeymoon destination? I've been talking to Ginny and I think she likes the sound of the Caribbean. There's this great hotel I know and I can get you an exceptional package on a beachside villa. Inwardly George groaned but held his tongue. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Hi, you must be Tim. I'm Tina, George and Ginny's wedding planner, thanks for agreeing to meet with me." "No problem." Tim said with a smile, making no attempt to hide the way he checked her out. He clearly liked what he saw and made no secret about his interest. She was so much classier than then women he usually met, so poised and elegant. She looked like a Golden Age Hollywood starlet, with a flawless complexion and high cheekbones. A little cold on the outside but he suspected she would be wild in the bedroom. "I just wanted to meet all of the groomsmen and bridesmaids individually to discuss expectations and assign roles at the wedding." "Sounds pretty hands on." Tim leered, placing his hand on the woman's knee. He was a confident guy, an expert on women and he could read her body language. She smiled at his touch rather than rejecting it and he knew she was as up for it as he was. It was no coincidence they'd arranged to meet at a hotel. Tina thought Tim was all charm and smarm but was good-looking enough that the evening wouldn't actually be a chore. He was shallow and selfish enough that the thought of bedding his friend's wedding planner didn't trouble his conscience. Tina laughed at something he said, tossing back her coppery hair and accentuating her chest. He might be easy to get into bed but he presented a whole different challenge. He was used to having a whole string of women. If she wanted him to become her slave she'd have to be exceptionally good, dirty and blow his mind. When he suggested they take room she readily agreed, wondering if he'd like to spank her.....to tie her up....cause a little pain? She wouldn't just be another notch on his bedpost. She would a deviant little slut and make sure he'd keep coming back for more. The wedding was six months away. XXXXXXXXXXXX "You should go for the best Ginny. You don't want to look back and regret not getting what you want, do you?" Tina coaxed gently but firmly. "I don't know, these bouquets are really expensive and I already spent so much money on that wedding dress." Ginny gazed around the amazing florist shop, the air light and fragrant. "You love that dress! You look amazing in it; George will think you're absolutely stunning." Ginny was wavering but still uncertain. In the last few weeks she'd come to rely on Tina's opinion and come to count on her as a friend. George on the other hand seemed to dislike their wedding planner. He hadn't outright said so, but she could read him and there was coldness in his attitude towards the woman. It was so unlike him to be unfriendly. Ginny had no idea about how Tina was always touching her fiancé, standing close to him. His standoffishness was his way of trying to discourage her. He really did love Ginny and didn't want the attention of another woman. "Things with George have become a little strained," Ginny said, opening up to a person she trusted. "This is all becoming so much bigger than we thought at the start...." She protested. "You think he's beginning to have second thoughts?" Tina asked, trying to hide the smile on her face. "What?! No! I guess we didn't know how stressful this was all going to be..." "Let me talk to him." Xxxxxxxxxxxx "Would you look at the tits on that one?" Tim jeered, waving his beer in the direction of the bar. "Gee... Tim!" George groaned. "Do you have to be such a pig?" "Easy, George." Simon interjected. "There's no harm in looking, right? She's stacked!" "Simon?" George asked, stunned. A comment like that was completely out of his buddy's character. Even before he'd met Willow he'd never been the type to treat women with anything other than respect. "Let me let you into a little secret...being with one woman gets boring. All married men look around, check out the talent for a little fantasy action. Don't tell me you never thought about anyone else when you've been doing it with Ginny?" Craig said, wading in. "Er no..." "One pussy for the rest of your life...when so many new ones out there to sample..." Simon laughed. "What's going on?" Al queried, totally lost and a little bewildered. All the guys disclosed secrets with each other but the tone had changed somehow. Okay, Tim was being his typical boorish self but Craig and Simon, the married guys, never spoke like this. "Ginny's enough for me, the only woman I want." George said defensively. "Sure, she's great...but how do you know there's not a girl out there who's better...superior? Bigger tits, bigger ass, a better fuck?" Craig concluded. "For Christsakes! Knock it off!" George shouted, usually slow to anger but the attitude of his buddies was really provoking him. He hated guys who viewed women as a piece of meat and thought being a man meant thinking with your dick the whole time. "Calm down, George! We're just messing with you!" Craig explained, shrugging as if his friend was an overacting moron. "Testing whether you're ready to join the ranks of us married men, bro!" Simon cried. George laughed along, feeling pretty stupid and tried to shake the feeling of unease. He didn't know that his former friends' strings were being pulled by the same puppet mistress, Tina. That just the night before the three of them had taken it in turns to fuck Tina's ass. With every debauchery, Simon and Tim were slipping deeper under Tina's power. When she asked them to help her encourage George to join their corrupt circle they all agreed easily. Simon, still some vestiges of conscience left, felt a little bad for George now. Their words were intended to sink into his subconscious and sow the first seeds of doubt in his mind. He half hoped that his friend would ignore them. Ginny was his friend and they had a real chance of being happy together but he just couldn't say no to the slut that had driven him mad. xxxxxxxxxxxxx "Nice place." George stated as they sat down at their table. "Order whatever you like. This is on me." Tina smiled, patting George on the leg and enjoying the way he shifted uncomfortably when her hand came to rest on his thigh. "Excuse me." He said, clearing his throat and firmly returned her hand to the table. "Ginny said your relationship has been a bit troubled lately and I wondered if there was anything I could do to help?" "We've been arguing a bit lately. Nothing big, you understand, but we never used to fight at all. When it's good it's still great but she doesn't understand how much this wedding is going to cost us." "I have brought that up with her," Tina lied. "Please let me reassure you I'll do everything I can to keep her choices within budget." She continued, pouring George a large glass of wine. She sounded so sincere and sympathetic that George relaxed a little. "Thanks Tina. I guess Ginny would have been even more of a bridezilla if it weren't for you." "This is your wedding too, George and I want to make you happy too." The man smiled, realising maybe he'd been a little harsh on the woman. She'd been nothing but nice to him and it wasn't her fault that she was extraordinarily sexy. Nothing she wore was inappropriate or trampy but it was hard to hide her natural assets. Yes she was attractive, very attractive and maybe he was a little attracted to her but he'd never cheat on Ginny so it was harmless, wasn't it? But a tiny part of his mind couldn't help think about what Simon and Craig had said. As the wine flowed and Tina listened intently to his concerns, George wondered why he'd been so reluctant to meet up with her. She was actually a very interesting and fun person and he was amazed when he discovered she shared the same taste in music as him. Tina smiled as George bought all her lies. Craig had secretly been giving her insider knowledge about the man and a little research meant she could converse with him on his favourite topics fluently. She was slowly winning him round... She placed her hand on his thigh, a little higher up this time, just a short distance from his crotch. She knew he'd noticed but this time he made no move to stop her. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Tina had popped to the ladies' room and George glanced at his watch, knowing he should be getting home to Ginny when an older man from a neighbouring table approached. "Please forgive the intrusion, but I just wanted to say what a gorgeous couple, you and your girlfriend make." He stated formally, with a hint of Eastern European courtesy. "Oh, she's not my..." George started to say but then Tina returned just at that moment. "Thank you." She beamed and the man left, still under the impression the two were lovers. George felt guilty that someone looking at them had mistaken them as such. It felt like he'd betrayed Ginny somehow even though he'd not actually done anything wrong. Xxxxxxxxxxxxx It was three months to go until the big day and George, his groomsmen and Tina were all at the exclusive tailor's getting their suits fitted. One of the girls at the store was assigned to help George. She was loud and brassy, with a braying laugh but attractive in a common way. He only meant to check her name badge, which read Donna, but then he couldn't help noticing how low her blouse was unbuttoned and his eyes strayed down to the large creamy white breasts and her lacy red bra. He shook himself, swallowing hard, wondering why he kept noticing other women when he was so close to tying the knot with the only woman he wanted. It was unlike him and it made him feel uneasy. "Hmmm...the pants look a little long." Donna said, dropping to the floor and pulling out her tape measure. "Let me check your inside leg again." Without diplomacy she ran her hand up George's thigh, close to his crotch. "Ahem..." George coughed, clearing his throat, at the sudden intimate invasion. He even blushed, discomforted, as he realised he could feel her breath against his fly. Unprompted, the image of her sensuous lips wrapped around his cock filled his head. It was only a few seconds but still embarrassed him and added to his guilt. Now he was having impure thoughts about another woman? Was this a normal part of preparing to commit yourself to one woman for the rest of your life? What the hell had gotten into him? Xxxxxxxxxxxxx George was in the changing room, stripped down to nothing but his boxers when Donna boldly slipped behind the curtain. She made no attempt to disguise the fact she was checking out his manly body, his furry pecs, abdomen and a very promising bulge in his shorts. "Jesus, do you mind?" George cried out, feeling bashful, hastily pulling on his pants. "Oh please..." Donna said dismissively, with a wave of her hand. "You're not the first guy I've seen in his underwear." She stepped closer and put her hand on George's bare chest, her body was tingling and her pussy getting wet, being so close to the good-looking man. Tina had told her keep her hands off but she couldn't resist. George's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, uncertain what to do. "Besides," Donna continued, slyly. "I saw the way you were checking out my tits, it only seems fair I get a little look at you..." "Oh...shit... I..." George stammered, embarrassed that his little indiscretion had been noticed. " I didn't mean to..." "It's okay. I have nice big tits. You like big tits, don't you?" She sighed, breathily as she cupped her chest and squeezed her more than ample breasts together. "Does your fiancée have tits like these?" "What?... No.. her , um tits are...Er..." George mumbled, not believing this was really happening. He'd never met such a brazen woman or had had one hitting on him. " I love her for who she is, not....er...because...you know..." "Do you want to touch my tits? Taste them? You're not married yet..." Donna said impishly. "No." He replied, firmly as he shrugged off her hand. "I don't know what you think you're doing but I'm not going to cheat on my fiancée." He continued, meaning it as he shoved Donna out of the cubicle. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Al, would you wait up?" Tina asked Al, at the same time as George was encountering Donna in the dressing rooms. "Er okay..." "I know this is a little forward but I was wondering if you'd like to go out for a drink with me sometime?" She asked, making sure to arch her back and give him a good look at her tits. Thanks to Craig she knew that the man hadn't had a girlfriend for over a year. It wasn't that he was bad looking; the few extra pounds he carried were balanced out by his height for the most part but he lacked confidence around girls. Still, she'd left him for last because unlike Simon and Tim he was too easy for her preference. Tim was a good fuck and Simon was learning quickly, becoming more deviant every time he fucked her and had the advantage of a nice big cock. She had the feeling that Al would be a bit like a necessary but unrewarding chore. "You want to go out with me?" He whispered, not able to believe his ears. WACFYM Ch. 05 Pt. 02 Tina placed her hand on his chest and looked into his eyes. "I happen to like bigger men, Al and the beard thing really does it for me..." She said seductively as she stroked his hairy cheek with her other hand. "I don't know..." Al said, torn with the urge to say yes. Here was a hot, hot woman asking him out and his loyalty to his friend. "Won't George mind if you go out with me? Tina silenced him by drawing down his head so their lips met. At first Al was too stunned to move but eventually he caught on and he started kissing her back, a dopey look of gratitude on his face. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "I wanted to say I'm sorry...I've been acting like a jerk." George said as he and Ginny were getting undressed for bed. She was just taking off her dress and he paused to watch it slip to the floor, leaving in nothing but her pretty floral underwear. "It's okay." Ginny sighed, stepping out of the dress and walking over to him, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissing him lightly on his lips. Whatever Tina had said to him when they went out had done wonders that she didn't wonder what had bought about his change of heart; she was just pleased the pair of them were getting along. George scooped her up, their lips not breaking, as he carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down. She ran her hands over his back and up through his hair, enjoying his masculine weight and heat on her body. "Uhhh..." She moaned as George moved lower, planting delicate kisses on her neck, her shoulders, and her collarbone. His hands were deftly working beneath her, undoing her bra gently and pulling it away. His eyes looked at her lovingly before he lowered his head and started to kiss her breasts. He squeezed them with his hands before sending one of the down between her legs to rub her pussy through her cotton panties. "I love you." George whispered before he sucked one erect nipple, then the other between his teeth. "Mmmmm..." Ginny breathed, his tongue feeling so good on her sensitive points. His tender hand had, by now, slid her panties down and his fingers were caressing the wet folds of her pussy lips. Without words, but not needing any George gazed at his bride to be, affection in his eyes as he eased his cock into her, their bodies rocking together gently. "Ahhhh..." George groaned as he penetrated her, their bodies entwined and moving in unison. Whatever was happening in his life making love with Ginny was always right. He didn't know what the future held but with Ginny's support he could face anything. Her hands were on his butt, kneading and squeezing it, encouraging him to drive into her. She'd never felt this bond, this physical and emotional connection. He understood everything she needed without her having to speak. In their passion and heat their heads collided. "Are you okay?" George asked, instantly concerned. "Just don't stop." Ginny ordered throatily, causing both of them to laugh at her hunger and need. Their lovemaking was always fun. They smiled whilst kissing as they rolled around, getting entangled and sweaty in the sheets. Suddenly, unbidden the girl from the bar flashed into his mind. He pictured her beneath him, instead of his fiancée, writhing as his cock penetrated her pussy. He knew it was wrong and he tried to shake the image from his mind, and refocus on the woman he was with. This was supposed be their reconnection, to drive his attention away from other women. "Don't stop...please..." Ginny moaned, as George paused, wondering what had gotten into him. He couldn't help remembering the words at the bar...it's not as if he'd never thought of someone else during lovemaking, the odd celebrity now and then, but this felt different. For the first time Ginny wasn't enough for him. Despite a pang of guilt he closed his eyes and resumed thrusting into her, letting himself sink into the fantasy. In his mind the tits in his hands weren't Ginny's but now the bigger, riper pair of Donna. He'd never felt so aroused. "Ahhh...George..." Ginny protested as he aggressively pinned her hands against the headboard. He ignored the trace of caution in her voice as he started to pound away between her legs. She wasn't complaining, because her body was certainly responding to this uncharacteristic forcefulness but it had come a little out of the blue. "Awwww...shit...." George grunted, lost in his erotic dream. The fantasy woman had morphed into Tina, a development that only spurred him on. He imaged it was her, gasping for air, panting as his hands squeezed her enormous tits, her legs wrapped around his waist. "MMMMmmm.." Ginny breathed, George had never been this rampant before. She decided liked this strong manly side of him, not knowing that another woman was inspiring this unusually ardent bout of carnal passion. Her vocal moans of pleasure were being imagined as escaping not from between her lips but Tina's. "Fuck..." George cried, rocking harder as Ginny came under him but he'd forgotten her in the heat of his reverie. God, he was going to cum so hard. "Ohhh ...yeah..." He roughly pushed Ginny's legs further apart, levering himself up to plunge his cock deeper and harder into her tight, wet pussy. He couldn't hold back anymore and finally his load exploded from his cock. Blinking, he rolled off of her and flopped onto the mattress, breathing hard, his chest heaving. "Well, that was.... different.." Ginny stated, also getting her breath back. She was feeling the post-coital glow but she also knew she was going to be sore tomorrow. "You didn't sound like you minded." George responded, a little coldly. He regretted it instantly and pulled her to him so they could snuggle, her head on his chest. Whatever was going on with him he did love Ginny and he vowed right there that once that ring was on his finger he'd do everything he could to be the perfect husband and make her happy. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was a month before the wedding, George and Ginny's bachelor and bachelorette parties were planned for the following weekend. Ginny could hardly breathe she was so anxious with anticipation of her big day. George had been making an extra effort lately and things had never been better. It was nothing big, just little gestures that really showed how much he cared. Ginny had just finished telling the gossip about her niece, Quinn, who had either dropped out, or been, kicked out, of college. Her friends laughed as she made an impression of her sister reacting to the news Willow laughed, enjoying the company. She was pleased her friend was going to be marrying such a good guy. It didn't matter that she was Simon's ex-girlfriend; she liked her and wanted her to be as happy as she and Simon were. "So any news about the boys' plans for the bachelor party?" Cally asked as she fed her son, Felix, in his high chair. She was unaware that her father and her husband had both been turned into adulterers and her friends' husband and fiancé were heading down the same path. "Simon said they're planning on going to his uncle's cabin by the lake. They're just going to do some fishing, drink some beer, man stuff..." Willow informed them. Things had been a little different with Simon lately, nothing she could put her finger on...just an odd feeling of distance had developed and he was spending more time at work and less time with his wife and daughters. It worried her that he was often too tired to make love but she was still hopeful. "No strip club?" Cally said with a giggle. The idea of George in a strip club was pretty funny. He just wasn't that type of guy. He'd been brought up fairly conservative and been a good Christian boy ever since. He even blushed if a slightly racy ad came on the TV. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Here's to you and Ginny!" Al toasted, giving George his fifth beer. The unsuspecting bachelor took a long swig from the bottle, unaware his friends had drugged it, like the others. The drug was nothing strong; according to Tina, it would only loosen him up a little, relax his inhibitions, make him do things he wouldn't usually do. It didn't seem to be doing any harm. George was laughing and joking as the sun set over the lake and the sounds of crickets filled the air. The porch was full of fishing equipment and kayaks. The drive up had gone well and the atmosphere was chilled. Suddenly there was knock on the door, which Simon went to open. "Hey boys," He yelled, re-entering the den. "We've got company!" He continued as he ushered in three beautiful women. George pulled Simon aside as Tim corralled them over to the bar. "Strippers? What are they doing here?!" He protested but his light-headed buzz dampened his anger so his objection came out half-hearted. He was feeling good and didn't want to spoil it by pissing off the rest of the guys. "What's the matter, man?" Craig offered. "It's traditional for a guy about to get married....don't be a dick about it..." He cautioned, a comradely arm around George's shoulders. George frowned and swayed slightly on his feet. Was he drunk already? He hadn't had that much. He laughed and shrugged away his concerns. Craig made it sound so reasonable. He guessed he should just go with it; thinking about it just threatened his good mood. The strippers lost their long coats, revealing the fact that they were wearing nothing but lingerie, stockings, suspenders, the whole works. George's eyes roved over the abundance of exposed flesh. It took him back to when he was a teenager jacking off to the underwear models in a catalogue. None of these three would have been out of place. The three girls were all tall and sexy but otherwise completely different. The one who was already sitting on Simon's lap was Mediterranean or possibly Arabic. Craig and Tim were standing, already fondling the tits and ass of a leggy African American. Simon and Craig didn't seem to care that they were married and neither did the girls. The atmosphere was heady and George was feeling light-headed. It felt like all the normal rules were gone and everything was permissible. "Are you the groom?" His girl asked coquettishly, tossing her hair and pouting. George nodded. Without thinking, he docilely let the tall blonde lead him over to an armchair and she pushed him down. "I..." He started to protest. "Relax, buddy...just enjoy it.." Al instructed, squeezing his friend's shoulder. This was the quiet, shy one; George couldn't get over the change in his buddy's demeanour. The other guys started to whoop and holler as the blonde started to dance. George gulped as she started to writhe, slow and sensuously, moving her hips hypnotically. She was incredibly sexy. Any reservations George felt were slowly slipping away as she ran her hands over her nubile body. She leant over and shook her tits in his face and he broke into a smile. His eyes roved over her exposed flesh, encouraged by the calls and jeers of his buddies. He'd always thought ogling young woman who were paid to dance was sordid but he was actually enjoying the show. It didn't mean anything; she was just something nice to look at. It was impersonal and he could feel himself getting into it. His cock twinged and was starting to get hard. "Whoa..." He breathed as she wriggled her ripe ass in front of his face. He loosened his collar, starting to feel the heat. "You can touch, if you want to..." "Ha...I don't think I..." George frowned. It didn't hurt to look but touching would definitely be crossing a line. "Ssssh..." The girl silenced him with a finger on his lips. Ignoring his reluctance she lifted his hand and placed it on her red lace panties. After a few seconds of indecision his fingers moved to stroke her soft, peachy ass. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" The girl whispered in his ear as she straddled him. "I don't even know your name." George said feebly, not believing how good it felt to cup her pert behind. "It's Tiffany." She told and watched as he exhaled slowly as she unfastened her bra and exposed her bare breasts. The other guys whistled and cat-called their appreciation as she extracted a can of cream from her purse and squirted some on both of her large pink nipples. "Lick it off." With a pang of trepidation he leant up and flicked his tongue over one then the other illicit areole. He slowly traced his tongue up Tiffany's stomach, chasing a dribble of cream up her cleavage. His hands were squeezing her exquisite jugs as she bounced them in front of him. He smiled freely, getting into the spirit of it now. He'd resisted Donna's but their appeal hadn't quite been forgotten. No red-blooded man could have resisted a pair of tits like these when they were in his face. He was lost in the moment, and if he was being honest he'd always dreamt of fondling and sucking on breasts as big and juicy as these. He couldn't help wishing Ginny's pair were as big as these. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Tina watched on her computer screen as Tiffany licked some stray cream from George's chin and then closed her lips around his. There was a delicious pause as George's eyes registered surprise and tried to resist but a few seconds later he let Tiffany's insistent tongue inside and then he was returning the kiss, probing her mouth as he groped her ass. Tina wondered how he'd react if he knew hundreds of women were watching him fool around on his clueless fiancée. The kiss was sloppy with lots of tongue. It was pretty hot to watch and Tina could feel her pussy getting wet. Her hand slipped between her legs and started to play with her clit. Ginny's husband-to-be had almost completely succumbed to peer pressure and the temptations of forbidden flesh. He'd been a faithful boyfriend but now he was enjoying his first taste of infidelity. George glanced over and saw Simon sloppily kissing his girl and blatantly slide his fingers down inside her panties. He was surprised to realise that watching his buddy fingering her pussy was turning him on. His cock was definitely straining in his pants now. It felt so good to have her astride him, grinding on his lap. Meanwhile Craig and Tim had removed their girl's bra, and both were sucking on her tits. Even Al was stroking his cock through his pants as he watched everything going on. There was none of the awkwardness he might have expected from the guys behaving like this in front of everybody. This was different from seeing the guys in the locker room but they didn't seem ashamed to acting so lewdly. The openness was dangerous but somehow liberating and definitely arousing. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was the morning after the night before and George padded into the kitchen feeling rough and sick with guilt. He hadn't been himself last night and was finding hard to believe how he'd acted. He loved Ginny and if she ever found out about how much he'd misbehaved he'd be in deep trouble. He didn't want to hurt her and it definitely would to find out he'd had gotten head from a stranger. "What's up, bro?" Simon enquired, looking up from the table. "What do you think? I feel like a massive jerk about last night." George grumbled. "Why?" Tim asked, entering the room and catching the atmosphere. "So you fooled around a little bit; you went to bed before all the good stuff happened." George fought the urge to think about what the 'good stuff' might have been. It was bad enough that he'd retreated to bed and jacked himself off, picturing Tiffany the whole time. He'd been so horny he'd spurted a massive load. "Don't you feel bad? I mean what about Willow?" "Listen," Simon said sympathetically. "You enjoyed last night, right?" George ran his hands over his tired and ashamed face. He couldn't deny it and that just made him feel worse. He definitely regretted what had happened but some part of him knew he'd enjoyed it. Ginny didn't deserve this. She was such a special woman he couldn't believe he could do anything to jeopardise their life together. Simon took his friend's silence as an affirmative. "You still love Ginny, right? You still want to marry her, right?" George nodded. "Last night was just a bit of fun, on the side. No harm done." As his best man spoke, George's guilt didn't exactly disappear but he could feel it waning. Tina, still observing using the concealed surveillance equipment, could the words registering with him. He'd learn that like all men who cheat, he was seeking justification. Just like Simon, little by little he'd discover with every adulterous fuck he cared less and less. "You're not going to say anything, right?" Tina couldn't help but smiling; George's main concern was not getting caught. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Did you have a good weekend?" Ginny asked as her fiancé walked in and she planted an affectionate kiss on his lips. "Yeah, it was pretty good." George said with a smile. He found it was surprisingly easy to look her in the eye. His heart was filled with love for her and he'd missed her during their few days apart. The debauched events of the weekend hadn't meant anything to him. She asked for details and he felt a pang of conscience as he realised lying to her was easier than he thought it would be. Their relationship was the most important thing in the world to him. He didn't intend to ever fool around on her again. He'd made a mistake but he'd never do it again. He'd be a good and faithful husband but one night of playing away before the wedding wasn't the end of the world. What she didn't know...and all that. He listened as she filled him in about her time at the spa, laughing as Ginny told him about Cally's klutzy antics and falling in the pool. It helped remind him of just what attracted him to her. He was interested in what she had to say, her personality and her sense of humour. Feeling bad, he inwardly acknowledged the small mental voice that suggested her body might be a little less appealing after experiencing the delights of Tiffany's buxomness but this was the woman who he wanted to start a family with and grow old together with. "I love you." He said as he wrapped his arms around her and he meant it. Xxxxxxxxxxxxx The next few weeks had been pretty hectic with last minute preparations but it was finally the day before the ceremony. The wedding rehearsal had gone well and everyone was in good spirits after a great dinner. George was laughing and joking with his brother, and his new girlfriend, who had flown in from England the day before. Tina had to deal with Ginny's grandmother, who had several petty complaints about her room but that didn't stop her stealing glances towards the groom. She had to admit he looked incredibly hot in his suit, rather than his usual scruffy attire. He was clean shaven and he'd straightened up his unruly hair and looking smart and wholesome just enhanced his cuteness. A pretty waitress handed the groom a glass of champagne. Tina was the only one to notice that his eyes strayed to her chest and the half smile that played on his lips. It was only for a moment before he looked away but Tina smiled. He'd changed from the devoted boyfriend who'd first walked into her office. It turned her on so much it took all of her strength to not walk over and grope him right in front of his parents and his bride-to-be. Ginny's mom wandered over with some questions about the flowers, which Tina answered politely. What she really wanted to say to the woman was that she intended to seduce Ginny's man and fuck him so hard that he'd forget all about her daughter; that George would be corrupted so completely her pussy would be all he could ever think about. Scanning the room as Ginny's mother chatted away Tina saw Simon and Craig slip out of the room with one of Ginny's nieces. Her name was Quinn. She had something of a reputation in the family for being a little wild. Her partying had gotten her booted out of college. At dinner her mother had been shooting disapproving glances at the teen but Tina got the sense that the woman had no idea just how much of a slut her daughter was. As a dirty whore herself, Tina could recognise in the girl. WACFYM Ch. 05 Pt. 02 The girl was gorgeous and nubile, with tits that would make women envious and men's mouths water. She had a cute black bob and favoured glamorous make-up with false lashes, red lipstick and pencilled-on beauty spot. Her dress was slinky and short and Tina wondered just how long it would be before the 19 year old's dress was on the floor and she had one cock in her mouth and another sunk into her pussy. No one else had observed them leave as George and Ginny had spontaneously decided to dance together. Tina's good mood dissipated a little as she watched the pair gaze into each other's eyes. It was clear to everybody how much in love they were. Despite her efforts, and his new found interest in other women's tits, it seemed his heart still belonged to Ginny. Tina decided then and there that by the time the happy couple walked down the aisle she would have had George's cock and his cum inside her. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx George opened the door to his room. They'd booked separate rooms, obeying the tradition of the bride not seeing the groom before the wedding. He couldn't wait until tomorrow when Ginny would become his wife. He went to flick on the light switch but it was already on. That was when he noticed Tina sitting on the chair in the corner. "How did you get in here?" He asked automatically before he realised what his wedding planner was wearing. " Is that... Ginny's dress?" He sputtered, his jaw dropping. Tina nodded evilly, standing up and walking over to him. "Yes but it's a little small. I've got so much bigger tits than her. They keep threatening to spill out. I wanted you to see me in it." She explained coolly. "Why would you do that?" George cried. "I want you to realise how much superior I am to your dreary bride. My tits are bigger, I 've got a nice ass and I better my pussy is tighter too..." Tina informed in, stepping up and backing George against the door. "Are you out of your mind?!" George stammered, blushing as he realised he'd been staring at her heaving chest. "I love Ginny, how dare you say those...!" He yelled. His mind was having trouble comprehending what was going on but his first instinct was to defend his fiancée. "I'm a slut, a real slut. Do you know how many men I've fucked before their weddings?" She hissed rhetorically. "All the guys that loved their girlfriends but couldn't resist me? You're going to be one of them." She added matter-of-factly. "What?" He couldn't get his head around the fact that his wedding planner had just revealed a habit of fucking the men whose weddings she arranged. It was so depraved and what was worse was that she wanted him to join the ranks of all those bridegrooms who'd cheated. "I won't cheat on Ginny." He croaked, beginning to feel his heart race caused by her proximity as she loosened his tie. "What would you call messing around with a stripper?" Tina said snidely. George was physically stunned. He was mortified to discover the secret of his little indiscretion hadn't been completely hidden. How did she even know? He couldn't speak, he couldn't move even when Tina started to unbutton his shirt. His life, his future with Ginny was at Tina's mercy. "Are you blackmailing me?" "No. I won't tell." She said smiling but he wasn't reassured. "What do you want?" She pulled him by the tie, over to the bed and sat down. George swallowed hard as Tina pushed down the dress down to her waist and freed her enormous natural globes. "You like my tits, don't you?" Tina cooed, lifting his hands and placing them on her chest. "I...." He stammered, attempting to deny it but he couldn't. "You're just like all guys. You pretend it doesn't matter but you like big tits, don't you?" George stayed mute but exhaled appreciatively as Tina took his hands and brought them up to cup her chest. He knew he should make her leave or walk out himself but his feet wouldn't move. He could feel himself falling under her spell and every second he stayed the more bewitched he'd be but his feet wouldn't move. "Tell me you haven't been looking at all the big tits out there and wishing Ginny had a better pair." "I can't..." he croaked. He couldn't believe he was admitting it, the night before his wedding. Before he'd met Tina he'd been completely satisfied by Ginny's body but more and more he'd been noticing how blessed some women were compared to his fiancée. He'd tried not to look but it had gotten harder and harder. Tiffany's had excited him but Tina's were by far the best he'd ever seen. "Oh God, your tits are perfect." He confessed, rubbing a thumb over each nipple. "Do you want to taste them?" "We shouldn't be doing this..." He protested, trying to stay faithful. "But you want to..." George nodded, slowly. His mind flashing back to the erotic fantasy of being on top her, their sweaty bodies writhing together. His reluctance was gradually fading as her hands roved over his bare chest. "You can't resist me, can you? I want to hear you say it." Tina said seductively as she pulled him down to kiss him. He didn't kiss her back but after a few seconds of hesitation his lips parted to let her tongue into his mouth. Ginny had never kissed him so hungrily or so hard. He found he was kissing her back, trying to match her passion and they both pulled away breathless. "I can't resist you." He admitted, finally giving in to this wanton slut. He pulled her to her feet and started to suck and kiss her ripe breasts. He was so lost in lust that all thoughts of consequences fled his mind. He didn't love this woman but it didn't matter, all he could think about was how incredibly hot she was. His whole life he'd thought physical attributes less important than the person but it turned out he was just another guy craving big tits. "MMmmmm..." He mumbled as he sucked each nipple between his lips. She felt so good, her tits so soft and pillowy yet firm as he jiggled and squeezed them. It was like a dream, not really happening. He pulled off his shirt and then her hands were roaming over his back and the muscles of his arms. "Harder..." Tina pleading for her lover to really grope her sensitive mammaries. Her body was alight with sensation but it wasn't enough. George was willingly cheating on Ginny just because of the power of her tits had on him. "Are my tits better than Ginny's" "Yes..." George stated truthfully. "Her tits are too small." It just slipped out and it shocked him. Tina's eyes flashed and he knew it excited her but was surprised it also turned him on to slag off his trusting fiancée. His stomach flipped as he realised it. He couldn't believe how he was acting and saying. This wasn't him. It was the hardest thing he'd ever done but he pulled away and started to pace, running his hand through his hair. "I won't do this. I'm getting married tomorrow, for chrissakes! I love Ginny and I won't do this to her." Tina's eyes narrowed as George retrieved his shirt and started to button it up. "Don't fight this...we both know Ginny can't satisfy you anymore." "You should leave." He'd never been so tempted in his life but his good character was trying to reassert itself. His body was still craving contact with this seductive woman but his heart and mind were struggling against his sinful urges. He'd been caught up in the heat of the moment but the temporary insanity was subsiding. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ginny pulled out the card key and glanced at her watch. She had just enough time to wish George sweet dreams before midnight. She opened the door to his room and froze. She literally went blind, her eyes could see but somewhere along the way the information wasn't making it to her brain. Her wedding planner was reclined on the bed, dressed in her wedding dress with her breasts out. Her fiancé was standing there his shirt untucked and half unbuttoned, evidence of his arousal jutting out from the front of his pants. "Shit, Ginny!" He cried as he noticed her. "I...this ...this ...isn't what it looks like!" "How could you! You bastard!" Ginny yelled in his face, the rage finally coming through the fog that had left her dumbstruck. She slapped him, hard, the loudness was very satisfying. "I never...meant..." George croaked, rubbing his jaw. In the meantime Tina had slipped up behind him and wrapped her arms around him to stroke his chest and belly, her eyes gleaming wickedly. This was an unexpected turn of events but she felt her pussy grow even wetter. Ginny looked at the pair of them, her wedding planner's arms around his waist as if he belonged to her and ran. Suddenly it all made sense, George's change of attitude towards Tina. They must have been fucking for months behind her back. The guilt was written all over George's face. Tears filled her eyes as she fumbled to open the door and fled into the corridor. "Oh God, what have I done!" George shouted. The look of utter pain on his fiancée's face had been enough to make him regain his senses. Now his cock was starting to subside his brain was able to start working again. He threw Tina's arms off of him and started to make for the door. "Forget her, you don't want her anymore." She said it bluntly, as a matter of fact. George was still resisting but his troubled eyes kept straying to her chest. With just a little more persuasion she could push him over the edge and once his cock was inside her, the decent man he'd been would be gone "What?! I should go after her!" George yelled, suddenly realising he had to do something if he wanted to save their years of happy relationship. "She's the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with." "What you really want is a life of fucking a dirty slut every night." Tina chided. "That's what all guys want deep down. You know I can do things to you, you couldn't even dream of." George frowned. Why was he still listening to her? She'd tempted him and made him mess around but why wasn't he leaving? Why was he still ogling her tits? Ginny had meant the world to him, not just his partner but his best friend. "No..." He said, plaintively. He could go after his bride, explain that Tina had come on to him, tried to seduce him and that he'd turned her down. He could make her understand that it hadn't been what it had looked like. Summoning all of his will power George grabbed his jacket. He thought of all his friends and family and how shocked and disappointed in him they would be. How could have even contemplated betraying Ginny like this? His whole life he'd gone to church and tried to behave like a good Christian. With one last look at forbidden flesh on offer he ran out of the room, after his fiancé. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx Epilogue Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It was a cold and rainy day three months after George and Ginny's wedding day. Ultimately Ginny had seen the sincerity in George's warm brown eyes and believed that he regretted the brief lapse of judgment. After a lot of talking, crying and promises the wedding had actually gone ahead, though it had been tinged with sadness. The couple were trying to put the whole thing behind them. They'd discussed suing Tina's firm but the woman had vanished overnight and pursuing it further would have meant involving the police and revealing the whole thing to their loved ones. On their honeymoon they had made love over and over again, George eager to reassure his new wife that it was her body that he wanted and it had reminded him just how lucky he was. George knew he'd made the right decision and didn't regret choosing Ginny over Tina. She's been crazy and sick, using her position to try and seduce him. His favourite part of the day was coming home from work and getting back to his spouse. Tonight he entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around her slender frame, inhaling the floral smell of her hair before kissing the nape of her neck. She spun round in his embrace and her lips found his, warm with affection. Ginny stepped on to his feet and the pair slowly began to dance, a little intimate tradition they shared, just to enjoy their closeness. He asked her about her day and listened with genuine interest as she filled him in. Part of the relationship that he loved was how good their communication was. They could tell each other anything and that had only gotten stronger since the wedding. He'd never wish Tina on anybody but her actions had actually reinforced his commitment to Ginny and made him know he should never take her for granted. He pulled a funny face and was rewarded with Ginny's beautiful face lighting up as she laughed. He knew he'd do anything to make her happy. She didn't want to break the moment but she had to. "Simon called and asked if you could go over." George frowned. He'd been looking forward to spending the evening at home, alone with his wife's company. "Did he say why?" Ginny shook her head. "But if you're going over, can you take this over for Willow?" She added, handing him a baked pie. George relented, if he left now he could be home in an hour and salvage the evening. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx George rang the bell and his eyes widened with surprise as Quinn answered the door. "Hello? What? Why are you here?" He stammered, confused to see the girl here when he'd been expecting Simon. It didn't help that his wife's niece was dressed in a small halter top and very short denim cut-offs. Quinn smiled as her uncle's eyes lingered on her teenage body. Tina would be pleased that her efforts hadn't been completely wasted; he might be married now but the seed of corruption she'd planted had taken hold. He couldn't stop his eyes from straying. She didn't say anything as she turned and led him into the house. Despite all of his good intentions she could feel his gaze on her ass as she walked. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx George and Quinn entered the den and he saw that all his buddies were assembled there and the one woman he'd never wanted to see again; Tina. He'd already been feeling uneasy and now he was feeling fully alarmed. His fists clenched he noticed how Al had slipped round to block the door and everyone's eyes were on him. "What is going on?" He growled, spitting out each word emphatically. "Hi George." Tina smiled. "Did you think I would just give up? The more you resist the more I want your cock. We're here to make sure that your marriage vows are forgotten and you become just another cheating bastard." "You guys....?" He croaked as he looked imploringly at his friends. "I've been fucking them all for months." Tina informed him. "They are all mine now, just as you will be." George's stomach lurched as this information sunk in. He thought he might throw up. It explained the changes he'd seen in them, their debased attitudes to women and sex and they wanted him to become like them. It felt as if a tiny part of him died right there. He was responsible for bringing Tina into their lives and what had been done to them. "No..." He cried, not quite believing it yet. What was worse was that part of him wanted what they were offering, the part that all good guys bury deep down. "You've never fucked a slut, George. It changes you, until all you can think about is all the pussy out there that you can fuck." Simon said coldly. "When you fuck Tina, you'll understand what it's like to be a real man." "I should be getting home to..." George's mind was reeling. He'd thought he'd known about Tina but he was now discovering the depths of her wickedness. How could anyone fight someone who was so determined to corrupt him? His rational brain rebelled as a tiny voice at the back of his mind told him that cheating on Ginny was practically inevitable. "I just got married." George croaked, knowing he sounded feeble. "I love my wife." Simon and Craig approached their stunned friend and took hold of a shoulder each. Their grip wasn't hard but their demeanour suggested that they were willing to use force if George didn't comply. Faced with committing violence against his buddies George knew he was defeated. He still couldn't believe it was happening as they pushed him down onto an armchair. He barely recognised them, enslaved to Tina's will and determined to make him join them. "I can make you forget all about your wife." Quinn promised, placing her hand between his legs and starting to fondle the growing bulge. He might have been able to resist one Jezebel but not two. "No, don't do this, please." George begged, horrified that his body was responding to her touch against his will. Ginny deserved a husband who didn't think with his dick. "I don't want to cheat on my wife." "That'll change." Tina crowed and Quinn giggled, slipping her hand down his pants into George's boxers and massaging his throbbing cock. She loved the heft of it, the weight of it in her hand; it was so big and thick. "Oh God...." He moaned, the words slipping out involuntarily. In spite of himself, he couldn't deny how good it felt to have Quinn's skilled hands manipulating his cock and heavy balls. He swallowed as Tina joined her protégé between his legs and started massaging the girl's tits. "You've tried to be a good husband, haven't you? Tried telling yourself that you can live without big tits but it's not true, is it?" Tina coaxed. George gritted his teeth, but her words were sinking in and the Sapphic display was definitely turning him on. "Quinn's tits are better than your wife's, aren't they?" She continued as she freed them from the girl's top and proceeded to play with her nipples. "And mine..." She said, also baring her massive jugs. "Yes... your tits are superior." George admitted, the admission costing him but also feeling relieved to finally admit it again. He remembered the night before the wedding and how bad he'd felt slating his wife's breasts but the undeniable thrill he had felt. He knew he was betraying his wife but that was bothering him less and less as his lust started to take over. "I've tried not to think about them... but..." "But you have, haven't you? When you were with your wife?" He didn't want to say it but it was true. He had to accept that he wanted to be with a woman with big tits. He'd tried to be satisfied with Ginny but since seeing Tina's his wife's body had appealed to him less and less. He'd tried to pretend it didn't matter. "Yes......" He confessed. He felt a rush of guilt. He loved his wife and the physical aspect shouldn't matter but he was so aroused now that it was hard to think about anything but the two sluts in front of him. Quinn's hands were slowly undoing his belt. "Please...don't..." George protested but Tina noticed he didn't actually make a move to stop her. He wanted this despite his conscience. When the girl tugged on his pants he actually moved his hips to let her pull them down. "Mmmmm, look at that nice big cock..." Quinn whistled appreciatively. "oh shit....." He exclaimed as Quinn extracted his cock and closed her lips around it. He automatically put his hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to swallow his manhood deep into her mouth. "Ah that's good...." Quinn was deep throating him, a new experience for him and he couldn't believe how good it felt. It was mind-blowing and life changing. None of his girlfriends or Ginny had ever sucked his cock like this. He'd only dated nice girls. He could not help thinking how he'd been missing out, all this time. After knowing how a slut sucked cock how could he go back to Ginny's efforts? "A guy like you needs a real woman....a woman who'll do all the nasty things you've always wanted to do but always told yourself were wrong..." Tina whispered and George found himself nodding. There was the sound of the clock ticking. George was torn, trying to ignore the pleasurable sensations of Quinn's tongue flicking over the head of his cock. So far he'd done nothing wrong, beyond what he'd been pressured to do. He could still go home and be the man who lived a good life. WACFYM Ch. 05 Pt. 02 Did he really think his friends would use violence to stop him? No. But he didn't want to. He wanted this. He reached over to squeeze one of Tina's plump mammaries as Quinn noisily gagged on his cock, its head hitting the back of her throat and played with his balls at the same time. He started bucking his hips to fuck her face. He'd thought he could put the beast back behind bars but Tina had unleashed it and it was part of him now. He'd been fooling himself to think he stay committed to one woman. He gazed down to watch his slick shaft disappear between Quinn's full red lips. He gripped its base and slapped his member against her cheeks, because he was discovering you could treat sluts like that and they loved it. So did he. Tina was triumphant. His resistance was gone completely and he was now an entirely willing participant. One blowjob and he was willing to throw away years of fidelity and trust. She was playing with herself, a couple of fingers inside her sopping snatch, but what she really wanted was his eight inches inside her and to complete his corruption. "Go and play with the others." She instructed Quinn hoarsely, to the girl's disappointment. "You can have his cum next time." This statement prompted George to grin. He was happy to know there was going to be a next time. He didn't care that he was an adulterer now. He'd definitely be looking forward to fucking his wife's niece but right now he was relishing the prospect of fucking the woman who'd planned his wedding. He stood up and guided her to the couch, indelicately tossing her on to it. He roughly spread her legs and buried his head between them. He maintained eye contact, his eyes hungry as he penetrated her with two fingers and then added a third. "mmmmmmmmmmm..." She squealed, so lost in sensation that she was barely aware that Quinn was on her hands and knees, the guys idly jerking off as they lined up to take turns fucking her from behind. "Tina sighed as George's tongue danced over her engorged clit and puffy lips. "Yeah....I want this cunt...." He growled. The thought this is what all men really want as her pussy juices flooded his mouth and he savoured the taste. "Ginny doesn't taste this good." It drove him wild to think of his wife at home waiting for him, completely oblivious that her once faithful husband was between another woman's thighs, every second caring less and less for her. Tina arched her back as she ran her hands through George's chestnut hair, thinking back to the innocent guy who'd walked into her office. He'd been in a committed relationship and so full of love and now he was a newlywed but he'd succumbed to her as she'd known he would. There was the glint of the gold ring on his finger, his left hand up mauling her sensitive tits as he vehemently ate out her dripping pussy, his tongue lapping her shaved mound. "I want your married cock in me..."She cried desperately, tearing off his shirt and running her hands over his strong body as their lips locked. George shoved down his pants and kicked them off, their hands working in urgent unison to shed their clothes. "Ahhhh...you're so tight..." He yelled after he'd guided his unsheathed cock to her entrance and rammed his cock into her. Tina was struggling to breathe as he started to pound away, the masculine weight of his body on top of her. "You...love...me now...more than...your wife..." "Yeah.", She ran her hands down his back and on to his meaty ass, encouraging him to fuck her harder. He barely needed it. It was just like he'd dreamt of when he'd been fucking Ginny but this time he wasn't imagining the tight pussy and the big tits in his hands. The slut he was fucking wasn't just bearing it but loving it, her screams of pleasure was proof of that. He wanted to watch her writhe, to see her at his mercy. She teased him, tempted him and now she was going to get exactly what she wanted. "You're... mine... now..." Tina gasped as he thrust into her again and again, the swinging cross around his neck as meaningless as the ring on his finger. She loved the feeling of his hairy, sweaty chest on her skin, the coarseness of his five o'clock shadow on her cheek and knew she was close to cumming. "I want to hear you say it." "Yes...I'm yours now." He panted, breathless from exertion and desire. Stars exploded as the world kaleidoscope, starbursts shooting from her core and cascading through her whole body, her body on fire. Her orgasm seemed to go on indefinitely and through bleary eyes she saw the look of satisfaction cross George's face. From his shortness of breath his own climax couldn't be far off, the last step before he was hers completely. He was grunting hard, levering himself up on his arms, ramming into her so deep. The grip of her muscles was causing huge amounts of pleasure to shoot up from his cock. His balls were slapping against her, throbbing as they demanded to be emptied into her. "Cum inside me...." Tina pleaded. "Yeah," He growled, " I'm," each word accompanying a thrust of his hips. " gonna cum inside you. You're such a dirty slut. That's what you want, isn't it? " "yes..."Tina whimpered as their bodies rocked together, her legs wrapped around him to draw him in. "Would you like me to knock you up, is that it?" He grunted, completely given over to his darkest lusts. He and Ginny had discussed starting a family. Impregnating a slut would be the ultimate betrayal, just months after his marriage. He wanted Tina to have his child not his wife. "Yes..." She replied, realising it was true. "I want a married man's baby in my belly." "Ugh....fuck...yeah..." He couldn't hold back much longer. "Ughhh...you dirty whore." With those words George's face scrunched up and he spurted load after load of his semen inside her. When he was finally spent he collapsed on top of her, kissing her hard, grateful and satisfied. He'd been transformed, he was no longer the man he used to be but he didn't care. Eventually he got up and pulled on his pants. "It feels good to cheat on your wife, doesn't it?" Simon interjected. "Sluts are better than wives, huh?" "Yes..." George replied, smiling wolfishly as he pulled on his shirt. He checked his cell and saw that Ginny had called. He felt nothing. He'd go home and get into their marital bed and lie beside her knowing that from now on he'd be fucking sluts every chance he got behind her back. Quinn definitely and maybe the new intern at work. He'd seen the way she'd looked at him, though he'd pretended not to notice. WACFYM Ch. 05 Craig nodded and crouched low to capture a full length shot of the sheer fabric falling to the floor. He swallowed hard as he saw her semi-clad body in her racy red lingerie. The body he'd been trying not to fantasise about since he first saw it. He didn't approve of what Phil was doing but he could certainly understand it. The sight was incredibly erotic and he was so caught up by it he barely noticed that his cock was beginning to grow hard in his pants. "You like my body?" Zara teased, bending over and squeezing her breasts together, making love to the camera and the man behind it. The growing bulge in his pants was all the answer she needed but she wanted to hear him say it. "You've been thinking about my tits, haven't you?" He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Yes." Craig croaked, his throat dry as he confessed to having impure thoughts about a woman who was not his wife. She was half naked in front of him, the whole situation so intimate it was impossible to deny it. "What do you want me to do?" Zara prompted, goading him to direct her, to willingly participate in his own seduction. Craig exhaled slowly, unaware he'd been holding his breath. He was amazed at how much this was turning him on. He'd thought he could maintain an objective distance but now he realised the physical response her nude flesh was having on him. Embarrassed by the hard-on tenting against his fly and knowing she'd seen it, he futilely untucked his shirt to try and hide his arousal. Thoughts of Cally at home, waiting for him made his stomach twist. He knew then this had been a bad idea. Until now he'd never even looked at another woman other than his wife. "I..." He moaned, unsure what to say. She gazed at his face, enjoying his attractive features, his strong brow, square jaw and innocent eyes. "Come on, baby...you're a man...you tell me what you want to see..." Craig paused with indecision, his cheeks reddening. He knew he was betraying his wife just by being here with this wanton temptress. He'd never cheat on her but these were hardly the actions of a good husband. Zara could see his conscience giving him second thoughts. He loved his wife but right now she wasn't here and Zara was. Zara wanted to make him forget all about Cally and make this hot dad-to-be give in to his lust for her. With a mischievous grin she unfastened her bra to let him get a good long look at her bare chest. "Bend over the chair." Craig said, his voice breaking as she complied, her perfect round ass sticking out into the air. He'd always secretly wished Cally had a bigger, juicier ass, just like Zara's. She knew that, despite the guilt he was feeling, he'd be keeping a set of these photos. He might not be ready to break his marriage vows... yet... but this moment was something he'd want to relive over again. Her panties were getting damp thinking about him jerking off to these images of her. "Tilt your head back and push out your..." "Tits?" "Yeah, play with your... tits." It felt strange saying that word. He'd been raised to treat girls with respect but some dark part of himself was enjoying this. Zara felt no inhibitions about conducting an affair with a married man or flaunting her abundant sexuality for another and he liked it, even as he tried to deny it. Zara flipped over and spread her legs, allowing Craig to see the dark stain on her crotch. It pleased her to see him forced to adjust his own fly, his erection grown uncomfortably hard in his jeans. She forgot herself for a moment, her careful plan overlooked as she started to remove her panties. "Stop." Craig said, noting the reluctance in his own voice. "This is just...a glamour shoot..." He had to draw the line and stop this going any further. He'd been bad but he couldn't go further. Bare breasts were one thing, private parts crossed the line. "You don't want to see my pussy?" "I think we're done." He said, trying to keep his voice even and professional, but failing to keep out a trace of regret. He glanced at his watch and saw over an hour had gone by and knew he had to get back to Cally and remind himself how much he treasured what he had with her. WACFYM Ch. 05 "That's it, baby...." She coached as his mouth kissed her so intimately. He was a new dad with a trusting wife back home but he was toying with her engorged clit with one hand and reaching up to fondle her tits, his eyes twinkling when they made contact with hers. "You're mine now, aren't you?" Craig nodded, looking satisfied. He'd eaten Cally's pussy and enjoyed it as part of their love making but Zara deserved his oral skills more than his wife and he loved pleasuring her with his mouth, showing her what he could do. Her every moan and tremble excited him, knowing he was doing that to her. "Your cunt is ...mmbblle..." Craig said, his words lost as she wrapped her long legs over his broad shoulders, trapping him between her thighs as his strong hands mauled her peachy ass hard enough to leave marks. The pleasure he was giving her was unbelievable but Zara could feel a need deep in her bones that only his cock could satisfy. Her cunt was demanding to be fucked, the burning fire that needed him inside her. "Fuck me....please..." Zara pleaded wantonly, not caring who was in control so long as her pussy got stuffed full of hard cock. Craig pulled her down from the counter, their bodies clashing awkwardly in the haste of their animal passion. With unrestrained urgency he gripped his throbbing dick and pushed it inside her. "Ohhhhhhhh..." Craig grunted as his unsheathed cock disappeared inside. She was so tight as her interior muscles clenched around his meat, but so wet and hot. He put his hands on his hips, watching as he penetrated her over and over again. She was bucking her hips spurring him to fuck her harder and faster. "Oh yeahhh....ooooohh yes...." Zara groaned as they rutted away, both slave to the illicit thrill. "Awww...fuck me with your married cock..." She growled as Craig pinned her down, using her mercilessly. She gazed into his once soulful eyes and saw they were cold and determined, a battle of wills, of dominance. He was barely seeing her, really, lost in how good it felt to ram himself into her wet cunt over and over again, his balls slapping against her. His sweaty, heaving weight, the power in his arms, his masculine scent was really turning her on and she bit down onto his neck to stifle her ecstatic moans. It was the kind of pleasure that was almost unendurable, quick and nasty and her breathing was wild and frantic. "You...ever...fuck your...wife...like this?" Zara managed to sputter as he pounded her hard, pushing her back to mash her tits together adding a delicious ripple of pain to the carnal ecstasy. "No..." He growled, grinning wolfishly. He'd never fucked, really fucked, any one like this. This was the best sex of his life. From the tightness of his balls and the raging sensations of his cock he knew he was going to cum soon. Zara realised it too. He didn't care if he made her orgasm too. The thought actually brought her closer to it. She thought of him making love to his wife, knew he'd been a considerate and thoughtful lover but Zara was a slut he could fuck without love or intimacy, without concern for her pleasure. "Call me a slut...." She begged, panting hard. "You are a slut...my slut..." Craig hissed, biting his lower lip with concentration. She was cumming now, thrashing about her hair flying around her as her body lost control, her head tossing and turning with abandon. It hadn't been his goal but he appreciated it anyway; he bet Phil had never made her cum this hard. She was making this keening, wailing sound as each wave, each more powerful than the last, flooded through her. It was intense, mind altering and seemingly endless. Her whole body was quaking. "Awwhh...no...more..." She stammered, worried she might actually lose consciousness as every nerve and sinew flared and erupted with hot electricity. She could barely open her eyes as Craig kissed her hard, bruising her lips, making them burn as he stole her breath, her lungs protesting. Her heels were digging into Craig's meaty ass, a flash of red against the whiteness of his skin. Unthinkingly she started to play with the pearls around her neck, brushing them over her exposed body, twining them around her fingers as, at last, her climax started to ebb away. "Cum.." She spat out, barely coherent. "Cum...in...me...cum inside me..." "Ughn...." Craig grunted with every trust, shoving himself inside her, knowing he was about to shoot his load. "Ughnnn..." "Ughnnn..." "That's it...cheat on your wife...with this dirty whore..." "Ughnnn..." "Oh shit...God...fuck...."He yelled as his hot cum shot out of his cock, his balls constricting tight as they emptied his semen inside her. He gripped onto the surface, his knuckles white, his face screwed up with blessed relief, the outside world gone as he came. WACFYM Ch. 06 Elana Grey smiled impatiently as she surveyed the group of unruly kindergarteners and glanced at the clock, hoping the bell would ring. She'd only been their teacher for a few weeks, having just moved into town, and once again wondering why she'd taken up teaching when she hated kids. She gazed out of the window as the children's parents were already gathering at the gates. She skimmed over the dreary small town moms and inspected the dads. They were the reason she put up with this crap, she remembered. She'd been teaching for 3 years and fucking her pupils' hot young dads really turned her on. One guy in particular had been catching her eye. His name was Sam Freeman and his 5-yr-old daughter, Rachel was in her class. With fresh, open features, he was a good looking man, with slightly scruffy black hair, warm brown eyes and easy-going smile. More than one of the assembled frustrated housewives sent lingering glances his way. Sam was completely oblivious to the lustful attention, being a happily married man. That fact, coupled with his square jaw beneath a short beard, handsome open face and nice athletic build, not too big but manly and fit made Elana's pussy wet. His wife, Billie, who dropped Rachel off everyday, was very pretty in a wholesome way and Elana remembered seeing the family at Walmart a week ago. It had been obvious that Sam was a devoted husband and doting dad. The prospect of seducing and corrupting him meant her panties were getting very damp. She wished the bell would ring already so she could go and get herself off in the bathrooms. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The next day, at recess Xxxx "Hi Rachel, do you want to stay in and play with Fluffy?" Elana asked, stroking the girl's golden curls. The child nodded eagerly. She loved animals but access to the class' rabbit was strictly controlled so she understood what a huge privilege (though she didn't know that word) she was being offered. Miss Grey was so nice she wouldn't even mind that she would miss out on playing with her friends. "Thank you, Miss Grey." She replied politely, her parents bringing her up right. "Why don't you call me Elana? It can be our secret." Her teacher suggested and smiling as the kid beamed. "I shouldn't be telling you this but you're my favourite. You're such a special girl." Swelling with happiness Rachel couldn't contain she hugged her teacher and giggled about how none of her friends were Miss Grey's favourite or got to play with Fluffy at recess. She felt like she might even love her teacher but she was too shy to say it. Confident that she'd won over the girl and so easily Elana decided to press her advantage. "Tell me about your mommy and daddy." "What do you want to know?" Rachel replied, puzzled but eager to please her new friend. Completely trusting, she had no idea that her teacher was seeking information she could use to divide this family and wreck this happy marriage. "Does your daddy love your mommy?" Rachel nodded as she cuddled the rabbit and stroked his fur. "They always hold each other's hand and they dance together in the kitchen and they always..." She trailed off as she mimed two people kissing. "Its yucky..." "Do they ever fight?" Rachel shook her head. Her friend Denise's parents fought all the time and seemed angry whenever she went over there to play. Her mommy and daddy were always smiling or at least most of the time, unless she'd been naughty. "What do mommy and daddy do for work?" "Mommy is a receptionis and Daddy has a DIY magasin. Mommy comes home later but me and daddy play or he helps me with my homework and then we all have dinner and then mommy reads me a bedtime story." As she thought Sam was a good father, caring and kind. His marriage seemed to be affectionate and loving and it was then that Elana decided that she was definitely going to seduce Mr Freeman and unknowingly Rachel was going to help her. Xxxxxxxxxxxx A few days later, at home time Xxx "Hi Miss Grey?" Sam asked, entering the classroom and speaking to young blonde he found there. Rachel hadn't been at the gates so he'd ventured into the building to find her. He was relieved to find his daughter happily watching a rabbit scamper about on the floor. "Oh you must be Rachel's dad." Elana greeted the 34-year old, quickly taking note of how handsome he was close up, the chest hair visible beneath his open collar and the hairy forearms his rolled up shirtsleeves revealed. She couldn't help imagining running her hands over his masculine body as his bright eyes filled with lust for hers. "Yep, Sam Freeman." He said as they shook hands. Elana noted that his eyes briefly strayed to her chest and was pleased that she'd undone a couple of buttons of her summerdress. Guys, even ones like Sam, couldn't help checking out her tits, even if it was just for a second. They were so big and yet firm that the only thing she was more proud of was her ripe, curvaceous ass. "Rachel's been raving about how great a teacher you are. It's nice to finally meet you." "She is a great little girl." "Yep, she is." He said, a proud dad. As he said it he couldn't help noticing that the sunlight in the room was making the woman's dress see through, the outline of her long shapely legs and pert behind almost completely visible. He quickly averted his gaze, reminding himself he was a contented married man. Nothing in her friendly, innocent demeanour hinted that she knew exactly how transparent her outfit was. In fact she seemed as demure as you'd expect from a kindergarten teacher. Elana smiled, knowing he'd noticed from his awkwardness and the way he studiously avoided looking at her voluptuous body. She'd play it sweet but as they spent more time together she knew it would get harder and harder for him to ignore. "Rachel tells me you own a DIY magazine. I was hoping we could meet because I have some ideas for redecorating my classroom. My predecessor was definitely lacking imagination." "What did you have in mind?" He asked politely. Elana smiled as she outlined her plans for the room; murals, new play rug and maybe some new computers if the school could find the funds. Sam nodded as he listened. There was nothing too complicated and he could definitely offer some advice. "I was hoping for something a bit more physical." Elana replied, wetting her full red lips, when he suggested a few ideas. "I have no idea about any of this." "I don't know..." Sam answered. He wanted to be helpful but the project would take up his time that he enjoyed spending with his daughter before his wife got home from work. "Please daddy....say yes!" Rachel interjected buoyantly, saying the words Miss Grey had told her to say. "I can play with Fluffy or..do... my homework... while you help." Sam laughed, surprised at his daughter's keenness to spend more time at school and do her homework. Her teacher must be really good to inspire such a response and he found his objections melting away. "I guess I could donate a couple of hours a week for a good cause. I'll just have to check with my wife." "Mommy will say yes!" Rachel cried, bouncing up and down enthusiastically. Elana smiled. The plan was working perfectly. Of course Billie would say yes; she may have some reservations about her husband spending so much time alone with Elana but nothing in the way she dressed or acted gave any indication of what a slut she really was and anyway Billie trusted her husband. "I guess I'll speak to you tomorrow and we can take it from there. Rachel, we best be going now," He added, ignoring her petulant pout "we've got to pick up dinner for mommy." Xxxxxxxxxxxxx A week later, at the mall Xxx Sam and Rachel, riding on his shoulders, were passing a flower stall and on the spur of the moment he decided to stop. He wasn't really one for big romantic gestures but he knew how lucky he was to have found someone like Billie and he liked to let her know it with little tokens of his affection as well as telling her he loved her everyday. "Shall we buy mommy some flowers?" "Is it her birthday?" Rachel enquired, her pretty eyes wide with the question. It had been her own birthday a couple of months ago and what she really wanted to know was if she was going to get a present too. "No, sweetheart." Sam replied with a little laugh, reading his daughter's mind. "I just like to surprise her sometimes...but after we've picked some flowers we can visit the toy store and get something for you for being such a good girl." "Yay!" She exclaimed as daddy lifted her from his shoulders. Solemnly, taking the job seriously she preceded to smell each bouquet, announcing those she liked or more often disliked. "These ones, daddy." She finally decided, pointing her finger imperiously. Sam and the vendor shared a humorous look as he handed over the cash. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX It was Friday, the third afternoon Sam was helping Elana. She couldn't keep her eyes off of him. He was applying a coat of paint to a wall and had just stripped off his shirt down to his white vest letting her get a nice view of his broad tanned shoulders and strong arms. She was supposed to be concentrating her attention on Rachel, who was also painting, but she'd rather check out the way her father's butt looked in his jeans. She imagined digging her fingers into it as he drove his cock into her. The sweat on his body wouldn't be from the heat but rather passionate fucking. He'd been a good boy and not taken up the chances to check out her body, though she'd given him plenty. He had no idea how much his faithfulness turned her on. "What do you think, Daddy; should the flowers be red or yellow?" She called out and getting his attention. "Umm..." Sam pondered, wiping his brow. "Why not red... and... yellow?" As he replied he noticed the way Elana was leaning on the desk as she helped his daughter. She'd opted for a shorter, tighter skirt today. He'd have had to have been blind not to notice her perfect peach-shaped ass. It was the kind of ass every guy dreamed of groping, maybe smacking a little to watch it bounce. Sam pulled his eyes away and resumed his work, feeling his cheeks redden slightly. These were definitely not the type of thoughts a married man should be having. His sex life with Billie was very good and kept him more than satisfied. He shook his head and dispelled the thought. He wasn't interested in anybody but Billie, she and Rachel meant everything to him. It had been a harmless observation, he told himself and it didn't mean anything. Xxxxxxxxxxxx Sam was in bed, his wife cuddling next to him, her arm absentmindedly stroking his bare chest as they were watching TV. He'd never admit it to anybody but he loved watching Billie's favourite shows like this. Sure he liked sports but he was man enough to enjoy New Girl. "You know, I think I have a little crush on Zooey Deschanel?" Billie whispered. "Really?" Sam chuckled. "Do I need to be jealous?" "Of course not. I couldn't live without...this..." Billie giggled, slipping her hand down under the blanket and fondling his genitals. "Hmmm...I remember you told me about that one time in college with your roommate. Maybe you're secretly a lesbian?" Sam joked as his spouse lightly slapped him on the arm by way of reprisal. "Well...little Sam seems to like the idea..." Billie teased as she felt his member perk up in her palm. She adored her husband's body and (though it was unladylike) her favourite part of it was his cock. She loved it soft and vulnerable and the way his face would look all keen when it was hard. "I think I'd need to hear all little more..." Sam prompted. It wasn't unusual for his wife to initiate sex so he'd quickly adjusted into sex mode. Some guys complained at work that their wives didn't want sex as much as they did but he and Billie had never had that problem. "Such as...?" She said, gesturing for him to go on whilst she pulled a slightly comical face. She didn't want to make it too easy for him. "Would you kiss her neck... like this?" Sam asked, brushing his lips over skin just below her earlobe. He liked the way she trembled at the feel of his beard against it. "Would she like it?" "Yeah...and then maybe whilst I was doing that I'd touch her breasts. Mmmm...yeah just like that..." Billie moaned as Sam's big strong hands cupped her, his thumbs gently stroking each sensitive nipple. "You have gorgeous breasts." Sam sighed, earning himself a little slap. "Sssshh...I'm trying to tell you what I'm doing to Zooey..." Billie scolded him playfully. Sam dutifully played contrite back at her. Billie liked a lot of foreplay and he was always happy to oblige. "I'd kiss them gently...but not talk..." Sam smiled and did as he was told. She might not want to hear it right now but he did love her breasts. They were just the right size to fit perfectly in his hands. Risking another reprimand he ventured a gamble and started to caress his wife's inner thigh. "Oh yeah...that's nice..." Billie moaned and her husband took that as permission to explore further up her t-shirt. She arched her back as his fingers found her labia and brushed his fingertips over her. Without needing instruction Sam knew exactly what she wanted. He closed his lips over hers, loving the way she ran her hands over his back. He softly eased a couple of fingers into her. "Oh..Sam..." She sighed, biting her lower lip. "What happened to Zooey?" He inquired with a grin. "Rather be with you.." She sighed, the pleasure meaning she couldn't care less about syntax. Well, he couldn't argue with that. He shifted lower down the bed and parted her legs. Billie thrashed, writhing as Sam began to pleasure her with his tongue. He was a considerate lover and her satisfaction was always his main priority and God he was good at it. His beard tickled her skin and only enhanced and added to the sensation as he delicately flicked his tongue over her clit. But wasn't what she wanted tonight. She placed her hand on his shoulder to stop him. He looked up, his brown eyes immediately concerned. "I want you...to be with you." Relieved she wasn't upset and understanding instantly; he smiled his crooked grin and crawled up from between her legs. He kissed her all over as he travelled up her body. Eventually he lowered himself down, their bodies uniting. xxxxxxx A week later xxx It was colder today but Elana had still opted just to wear a t-shirt. She liked the effect it had had on Sam as he'd realized she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were sticking out of the fabric. He'd swallowed hard and thrown himself into his tasks. Elana smiled. Her body was beginning to have the effect she desired. As Sam spent more and more time near her hot young flesh it was getting harder to not think about it. His eyes were lingering a little longer each time. She wondered if he thought about her at home when he was with his wife. Billie was a pretty, attractive woman but God hadn't blessed her with tits and an ass as bountiful as Elana's. Few women were. Elana knew her chaste, pure façade just enhanced her body's erotic appeal. "I've just got to get something from the truck, be right back." Sam said casually, bending down to kiss the top of his daughter's head. Elana watched him go, thinking about decent guys were so much fun. He'd never do anything to betray his wife, without her help at least. He trusted his own love and commitment enough that he thought could resist the temptation he was just beginning to feel but the seed of corruption had already been planted and could only grow. "Do you know what feminism is?" Elana asked Rachel when her father was out of earshot. The girl shook her head. "It means that girls should get what they want." She explained. 'And I want your dad and I'm going to get him and make him mine', was a thought that went unspoken. She wanted to make him forget all about his wife and child until all he wanted was to be fucking Elana. "Some girls don't like to share and that's wrong, don't you think?" Rachel nodded, only half paying attention. She painting a picture of her family and wanted to get the shade of her mommy's hair just right. She didn't really understand what Miss Grey was saying. "Especially when some girls are better than the others, more superior and deserve it more." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sam was in the hardware store buying supplies for the classroom. Rachel and Elana were somewhere else nearby searching for paint for the rear wall. He was minding his own business when he recognised some voices from the next aisle. They were a pair of guys he knew vaguely. Their kids were in the first grade but he'd met them a few times. He was about to go around and say hello when he caught what they were talking about. "You seen the new kindergarten teacher?" One of them whistled. "God those tits!" "Aw man. I know what you mean." His friend replied. "I'd give my left arm to be up to my nuts in that. If only I weren't married..." "I hear she's fucking Sam Freeman, anyway." "No way! Not enough he's married to the hottest mom at the school but now he's banging the teacher too? Never thought he was the type to screw around!" Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. He tried to dismiss it as small town gossip but it was difficult. He was worried about the rumour getting back to Billie. He told himself she'd know it was false and that he'd never do that, couldn't do that to her. Nothing was going on. His relationship with Elana was strictly platonic. Right then Elana and Rachel returned. There was something maternal in the way she was carrying her. Seeing his daughter in her arms made Sam feel slightly uncomfortable, given what he'd just overheard. "Got wood?" Elana called out. "Excuse me!?" Sam sputtered, aware the pair of guys were now in this aisle and about to pass them. He felt his checks reddening as they shot glances up and down Alana's body and back at him. "For the shelves. What did you think I meant?" xxxxxx The following month xxx Sam was on his knees, connecting the wires for the school's new computers. He was feeling a little uncomfortable as Elana was sat on the desk above him. He was struggling not take advantage of the situation by seeking a peek at her sexy long legs. "It was so kind of your wife to get her company to donate these." Elana said, feigning sincerity. The sight of Sam on the floor had provoked a daydream of him burying his head between her legs and eating out her pussy. Elana and without thinking Sam looked up. By moving, his daughter's kindergarten teacher had 'inadvertently' given him a direct line of sight up her skirt. He couldn't help notice the soft creamy whiteness of her dreamy thighs. He knew he should look away but he was momentarily transfixed by the sight of her red lace panties. They were skimpy and sheer enough that he now knew she was shaved completely down there. They weren't the type of underwear he'd have expected her to wear. Yes her dresses were sometimes practically transparent and sometimes she really ought to wear a bra but when he'd noticed (though he'd tried not to) he'd simply thought she was naively unaware of her appeal. These panties were far too sexy for a woman who teaches kindergarten. For the briefest of moments he allowed himself to wonder what she was like sexually. She came across as innocent and girlish but perhaps she was wild in bed. Feeling guilty, he could feel himself getting aroused by the idea. Willing the sudden swelling in his pants to go down he blushed and told himself to get a hold of himself. Bad enough those guys thought he was screwing her and now he was entertaining impure thoughts about her too. What was worse was that Rachel wasn't there. She'd been invited to Denise's for dinner and had pleaded to go. So it was just him and Elana alone. Being a good husband meant avoiding situations where you were alone with incredibly hot other women. For the first time he wondered if he should be here. If something happened there was nobody to stop it. He trusted himself not to do anything but his conscience was still troubled. WACFYM Ch. 06 Pt. 02 Rachel was happily splashing around in the shallow water, laughing. It warmed Sam's heart to watch his daughter enjoying herself but he was keeping a close eye on her. Like every protective dad he was always mindful of every danger. It was too awful to contemplate of anything happening to her. His wife, Billie was there too and it was nice to have some time together as a family. The sound of the two people who meant the world to him, laughing and playing was magical. He didn't need reminding how close he had come to risking all this. His heart went out to his spouse as he observed her maternal warmth as she devoted her attention on their child. She'd given him so much happiness and in a brief lapse of his fidelity he'd let another woman, his daughter's kindergarten teacher, perform a sex act on him. Not just let her but gone along with it...and enjoyed it..... Not his finest moment and he knew the guilt would never completely go away. He'd regretted it as soon as it had happened and was determined it was never going to happen again. It had been a temporary moment of insanity and he didn't want to throw away years of happy commitment just because some young thing had thrown herself at him. His wife was a beautiful woman and he loved her. He let his eyes discreetly travel over her lean body. Billie always looked good in her bathing suit. She was short and petite, with small breasts, flat stomach and motherly hips. He knew every inch of her and cherished every chance he got to be with her. He smiled as the girls started to splash him in a concerted attack. Xxxxxxxxxxxx Wendy Pritchard scowled at the smell of chlorine and the screams of happy children. "Hurry up, Denise. We're already late!" She hissed. As if this wasn't going to be bad enough, she thought to herself. Billie Freeman always looked at her so sympathetically, knowing she had the perfect husband, the perfect house, the perfect life. Her husband never even looked at other women, not like Don who hardly bothered to hide it. She caught sight of the Freemans and gave a little wave, ushering her daughter Denise in their direction. She knew she shouldn't but, as they approached, she couldn't help admiring Sam. Clad only in his shorts it was too irresistible to check out his strong arms and masculine torso. She longed to run her fingers through the dark fur of his chest that covered his pecs and down his flat abdomen. Why couldn't she have a handsome, faithful husband like Sam? "Wow! You look amazing!" Billie whistled as the other woman neared. Her friend was wearing a bikini that really showed off her assets. It wasn't really appropriate attire for a kids' day at the swimming pool but she knew Wendy had been trying to lose weight lately. It seemed to be really working. Wendy smiled, concealing her true feelings. She knew Billie looked down on her but at least she had one thing superior to her; her body. A few months ago she'd had been plump rather than fat and her regime had hit all the right areas. Her waist had narrowed, without diminishing her busty curvaceousness. More than one guy in the pool had checked her out and her voluptuous hourglass figure. The feeling of satisfaction she got from that grew as Sam's eyes travelled down to her rack and stayed there a little longer than they should've. Eventually he dragged his gaze away before his wife could notice. Inwardly Wendy rejoiced. Maybe Sam wasn't above ogling a fine pair of tits after all. She was glad she'd worn the skimpy garment to let him get a good look. "Hey Sam." Wendy greeted him, casually placing a friendly hand on his shoulder. It lingered there a little longer than suitable and Sam frowned. She'd always been a little flirtatious but he'd always dismissed it as harmless. Still he felt a little self-conscious about being half undressed around her. "How are things?" He asked politely. Still wearing makeup in the water, he always thought it unusual that his classy, graceful wife was friends with her. He'd never said it but he'd always considered the other woman a little trashy. "Oh you know," She sighed. "Crap at work and Don's a big an ass as usual." Wendy complained. Sam tried to nod sympathetically; the whole town knew how much the Pritchards fought. Sam didn't really like his daughter spending so much time round there but always bit his tongue because Rachel and Denise were friends. Unprompted a thought sprung into his mind. The Pritchards didn't get along so Don was hardly likely to be enjoying the benefits of Wendy's new improved body. It seemed a waste of that beautiful bountiful flesh....He tried to shake the thought from his head. "You should leave him, you know?" Billie replied, sighing slightly. All the girls had said so and Wendy never listened to the advice. None of them could understand why she put up with a guy who treated her so mean and openly fooled around on her. "There are other guys out there." Sam noticed how Wendy's eyes flicked in his direction as Billie spoke and he swallowed, feeling awkward and nervous. Suddenly he felt even more modest and shy. He couldn't believe he'd been checking her out, idly wondering what it would be like to be with her. Until recently he'd never been like that. He'd only had eyes for his wife until his daughter's kindergarten teacher had turned his head. He pulled his eyes away and shook his head. What the hell was he doing? He loved his wife but it was getting more difficult to remember that. He'd been a happily married man. He 'd always been happy with wife's body, considering himself lucky and her body perfect but recently Billie's small breasts had begun to pale in comparison. He'd fondle them but in his head he'd picture tits like Elana's or Wendy's. He'd always thought physical appearance didn't really matter and that who you were with was the most important thing. Lately he'd begun to have doubts. He guessed he was like a lot of guys after all. He couldn't help fantasising about sucking and groping a big ripe pair. It wasn't just big tits. It was asses too. It was driving him crazy seeing all the perfect round asses out there , butts like Wendy's and coming home to be slightly disappointed by his wife's. It shouldn't matter but he couldn't stop checking out what he was missing. Without realising what he was doing he started to unconsciously twist the ring around his finger. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Next Week Xxx Sam entered the kitchen and inhaled deeply, liking the smell of fresh baking. Billie was trying to teach their daughter how to make cupcakes but from the looks of things Rachel was more interested in eating all the frosting. Her adorable cheeks were covered with the stuff. He helped himself to one of the cooling cakes and smiled. It tasted good, like everything Billie made. With his wife's culinary skills he was glad he still made time to hit the gym twice a week or he'd be putting on weight. "Daddy!" Rachel protested loudly. "Those are for school!" She scolded him, prompting him to chuckle as she pouted and folded her arms sulkily. "Sorry, pumpkin." He grinned as Billie slipped her arms around him. "She sounds just like you, you know..." He told his wife. "I thought you liked it when I told you off..." Billie whispered softly in his ear. "I do." Sam answered before gently kissing his wife on the lips. He loved it when it was Billie's day off and the three of them could just hang out together. "Anything I can do to help?" "Erm...these still need to cool for a bit. Can you make a start on the dishes?" "Sure." Sam replied, with a smile. It was funny how fatherhood had changed him, just a few years ago he'd have groaned at doing chores but now he quite liked the domestic life, proud of the home he and Billie had made. He was looking forward to the summer, when he'd get to spend some extra quality time with his daughter. They'd arranged day-care of course, but he was hoping with a bit of delegation he could work from home a bit more. "Good boy..." Billie grinned, patting him on the ass as he walked to the sink. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx A few days later Xxxx Sam closed his laptop and stretched as he looked over at his daughter happily drawing at the table. He'd picked her up from school a short while earlier and she hadn't complained when he'd explained he had some work to do. Billie had said their daughter had been misbehaving lately, answering her back but she was never like that around him. "Want a juice, sweetheart?" He asked, keen to take a break from boring distribution figures. "Yes please, daddy." Rachel answered distractedly, not looking up from her work. The late afternoon sunshine was coming in through the window and it was pleasantly warm. Billie liked lots of flowers in the house so the air was filled with their fragrance. In an hour or so he'd start dinner ready for Billie getting back in. All in all he felt like he had life pretty good. He placed the glass on the table and looked down at what his daughter was drawing. He guessed every father thought their offspring were geniuses but he proudly thought his own was quite talented for her age. "Is that a dog? Like Grandma's?" He asked, tenderly stroking her soft, curly hair. Rachel shook her head solemnly. "It's Miss Grey's puppy, daddy." She added, sounding a little exasperated because it should have been obvious. "Miss Grey is very pretty, isn't she, daddy?" Sam was caught a little taken off guard. He'd just started to forget about the vixen who'd attempted to seduce him. "She's not as pretty as mommy, is she?" He spoke, smiling uneasily, forcing a light tone he didn't feel. He and Billie worked as a team, partners supporting one another when it came to parenting. He never thought he'd be defending his wife to their own little girl. Rachel remained silent for a while but her meaning was clear. "Your mommy loves you very much." Sam stressed, trying to impress it on his daughter. He tried telling himself children could often be a little thoughtless to the pain they could inflict. As much as they could lighten up your life, as Rachel had his, they could also hurt. "Miss Grey says mommy isn't special...not like me and her." Rachel informed him, folding her arms and pouting. Sam recognised the sulk face and knew he'd have to deal with it even as his stomach sank. Encouraging a married man to start cheating was wicked but he hadn't realised even Elana would try to influence the impressionable mind of her young charge. It made him feel sick to hear his daughter repeating her words. "You don't really believe that, do you?" He asked, praying that the answer would be no. He was horrified to realise that his daughter had been manipulated because of her teacher's lust for him. He should have thought of that, protected her from the woman. He'd been so distracted by his own lapse in fidelity he hadn't seen the other dangers. What kind of woman would use a child as a way of seducing a man to cheat on his wife? "Miss Grey said that you think she's prettier than Mommy, too." She huffed, folding her arms at being told off. Sam was speechless and coughed to clear his throat. He knew he should deny it, come to his spouse's defense but the words wouldn't come. "That's a mean thing to say..." He croaked hoarsely. "Miss Grey would let me have a puppy!" Rachel screamed petulantly, flung down the crayon and stormed off to her room. Mommy always told her off and now daddy was doing it too; sticking up for her. Maybe Miss Grey was right and daddy should be with her instead. Xxxxxxxxxxx The next day xxxx Sam waited as all the children exited the building and found their parents. Normally laid back, he found he was brimming with anger at the fact that, as usual Rachel was the last to leave class. Every second that woman was with his child gave her more time to warp her mind. He entered the building, ignoring the greetings of the last teachers to be heading home for the day. He found the classroom and scowled as he found Rachel on Miss Grey's lap reading. It was such a misleadingly innocent image that he could barely keep a lid on his fury. "Honey, can you wait outside while I talk to Miss Grey?" Sam asked, ushering Rachel out of the door. "Why don't you read your book?" Rachel nodded and quietly sat down on the bench across the hallway. Sam checked she was settled then closed the door behind him. "Hi Sam. You're looking good." "I know what you've been doing." He growled. "The things you've been saying to my daughter." He balled up his fists, fighting the urge to hurt her again. "I want it to stop or..." "Or what...?" Elana giggled. "I only told Rachel the truth; that I'm better than her mommy. I know it and... you do too..." She continued, slowly making her way over to him. She smiled as Sam's eyes flicked down to her chest, the low cut of her dress giving him ample opportunity to see her deep cleavage. He couldn't resist her and they both knew it, he just had to admit it. "I know you've been wishing it was me in your marital bed, my tits and my cunt there whenever you want them..." "No." Sam hissed. He knew he should just get Rachel and leave but his feet refused to move. Having avoided the woman for weeks, suddenly being in her presence had reminded him of how hot she was. Even hotter in the flesh than in his dreams. "My wife is worth a hundred of you." "What did you do with the panties I gave you?" She breathed smugly, raising a quizzical eyebrow as if it were just a casual enquiry. Sam swallowed, remembering the feel of her underwear in his hand and how hard he'd gotten when he'd shoved them in the pocket of his jeans. How turned on he'd been knowing they were there as he sat down at the family dinner table. "I threw them away." He replied gruffly. "Did you sniff them first?" Sam shook his head, but he could feel his cheeks redden. His guilt must have shown on his face because Elana smiled evilly. "You wanted to though, didn't you?" She sighed, up close enough to say the words in his ear. The proximity of their bodies, the smell of her perfume was causing him to breathe harder. His eyes kinda glazed over as he fell under her spell. "Didn't you?" She repeated softly. He'd come here to warn her, to threaten her but now he didn't know what he was doing. His anger just seemed to melt away. All those months she'd been teasing him, tempting him, building her power over him. Yes, he'd wanted to smell her scent on them, to inhale her pussy musk. "Don't." He croaked but made no move to stop her when her hand started to massage his crotch. He didn't want this but his cock did, tenting his pants and straining against his boxers. "Too bad I'm not wearing any today..." She chuckled, ignoring him. Coquettishly she lifted her dress to flash him her shaved pussy. "I'm so wet too..." She was pleased as his gaze dropped between her legs and, though he swallowed nervously, he made no effort of pull his eyes away. She kissed him. At first he didn't respond but after a few seconds he opened his mouth to let her slip her tongue between his lips. He seemed awkward and he shifted uncomfortably, torn between pulling away and answering back to her desire. "I can't do this..." He moaned, a pleading tone in his voice. If she didn't stop, he didn't know if he could. "That's not true, is it?" Elana scoffed, actually waggling a finger at him. She stepped up towards him, watching as he shifted uncomfortably. "I know you've been thinking about me." She added seductively. She placed her hands on his chest, noting that he was beginning to breathe even more heavily. "Thinking about what a naughty slut I am..." "Yes..." He confessed as she started to slowly unbutton his shirt. She loved the guilty look on his face as one by one she undid the buttons. He was starting to breathe hard and there were drops of perspiration on his boyish face. Soon he was bare-chested and her hands were running free over his torso. "Oh God..what am I doing? I've never cheated on my wife before..." He protested. "Except the time I swallowed your cum in my yard. Billie's never sucked your cock like that, has she? We both knew you'd be back for more...." Sam found himself nodding involuntarily. "I really do love my wife...but..." he stammered, running a trembling hand through his hair. His stomach churned, knowing the end of that sentence had been ' but I want to fuck you'. "I know you love her," Elana cooed, pleased as he passively let her lead him over to the desk. "That's why I want you. You're a good man but I'm just too hot to ignore, aren't I? Too hot for a married man not to fuck." She easily pushed him down onto the chair. She was satisfied that his reluctance was fading fast. "You'll forget all about her soon. I promise." Sam tried to fight it by picturing his wife in his mind, to remember the vows he'd spoken. He didn't want to but all he could think about was fucking Elana. Her hot lithe body was making his cock so hard, nothing else mattered. "She doesn't deserve this..." Elana pulled down the top of her dress, freeing her enormous breasts. "Look at my tits." She commanded and she grinned as Sam obeyed. He exhaled appreciatively. He remembered how they'd felt in his hands when he'd groped them during his first taste of infidelity. Now he'd finally seen them, after months of her flaunting them in front of his face, teasing him with them, the last vestiges of his self-control disappeared. "I'm hotter than you wife, aren't I?" Sam nodded slowly, unable to speak. He was betraying his wife, the woman he loved and he was getting off on it. It was actually turning him on to verbally degrade his wife with his daughter's slutty kindergarten teacher. "My big, ripe tits are better than hers?" Sam paused, and for a second Elana worried that he'd change his mind. Not when he was so close to succumbing to her, surely? "Yes." He said eventually, softly but meaning it. He reached out a hand and cupped her pale skin, squeezing her breast and brushing his thumbs over a pink, pert nipple. Elana spread her legs to let him get a good look at her puffy pussy lips. She lewdly parted her folds to expose the inner pinkness, revelling in the way his eyes lit up as he looked at her hungrily. "Do you want to put your fat, married cock into my tight young pussy?" "We can't do this here..." he protested. "Rachel's right outside..." That's when she knew she had him. He wanted it, wanted to fuck her but like a good dad he was still thinking about his daughter. It horrified him to think of his child walking and seeing her father and her teacher fornicating like beasts. Once that issue was overcome... Elana smiled wickedly before she bent down and planted soft kisses all over his bare chest, loving the manly smell of him, the feel of his dark chest hair and his pink nipples hidden beneath the curls. "Don't worry. I locked the door and we'll be quick and quiet..." She coaxed as she started to unbuckle his belt. Sam knew he could stop her but his cock was throbbing so hard in his pants, that he lifted his hips and let her tug them down. She moved to straddle him, poised above his long, hard cock. "I want to hear you say it." "This is a one time deal...we do this once." Sam said sternly and he meant it. "I like my marriage. I'm not going to leave my wife." He was going to do this, say whatever she wanted him to say, fuck her to get him out of his system but she'd have to follow his rules. "This isn't who I am." She nodded and Sam seemed satisfied that she understood. "Tell me you want to fuck me." Elana insisted, her face close to his, their eyes locked. "Yes. I want to fuck you." He growled, hard lust filling his once warm brown eyes. He finally accepted that he wanted to cheat on his wife, just another adulterous bastard now. All guys are the same; find the right slut and it didn't matter how good they used to be .He didn't care about his wife, blissfully unaware that her once faithful husband was now a fully willing participant in an act of adultery. WACFYM Ch. 06 Pt. 02 "You wanted to fuck me the first moment you saw me, even though you were happily married, didn't you?" "Yes." He grinned roguishly. " I knew I shouldn't and like a good husband pretended not to notice your hot body, but yes deep down I knew I wanted to fuck you from the start." Elana giggled as she lowered her wet mound and felt him slipped inside her. She had prickteased this decent family man for months and had completely corrupted him. "Ahhh...shit..." He exclaimed as his unsheathed dick penetrated her. "I knew you'd be sweet and tight." He sucked hard on her tits as she bounced up and down on his lap, bucking his hips as her ass slapped up and down on his balls. He reached his hands round and fondled her butt, lifting her and dropping her so he could plunge into her deeper. "Ughnn..." He grunted, no longer caring about the noise he made as he fell under the power of her pussy on his cock. "God, I'm a dirty little slut, aren't I? A whore for getting a hot young dad to cheat on his wife?" "Yeah...a nasty little slut..." "But you love it, don't you? Better to fuck me than your boring, old wife?" Sam grunted his agreement, burying his face in her heaving tits as she grinded on top of him, writhing and wriggling. It was rough and frantic. They were rutting away, hardcore and mean. It was so unlike making love to Billie or the few girls before her. He'd always been a considerate lover but Elana wanted to same as him, just to fuck and cum. She loved his big cock stretching open her tight snatch, his big strong arms around her. He didn't know who started it but they started kissing, just as urgent and sloppily as their fucking. His tongue entwined with hers, probing her mouth deeply, neither of them caring to breathe. "MMMMmm..." Elana moaned, loving the feeling of his hard manhood pounding away at her, his hands mauling and groping every inch of her body, the feel of his beard as he lowered his head to suckle and nuzzle her sensitive tits. He was so manly and warm "Jesus...I'm gonna cum...so...hard..." Sam informed her. There was no chance of delaying the inevitable for long. His heavy balls were dying to empty themselves inside her. This was the best fuck of his life "So soon...?" Elana teased, but not really minding. She laughed breathlessly, twiddling and pinching her engorged clit, close to orgasm herself anyway. " Guess you've...got to get home...before ...your wife does..."She said snidely. "God I want her to smell me on you..." "Fuck you..." He growled angrily. " You got what you fucking wanted." He was reminded how much he personally disliked her but not enough to stop driving his throbbing shaft into her. He wanted her sore, to show her what he could do, see if she could take a man like him. "I haven't got what I want yet....I want you to cum inside me..." She murmured, huskily. "I intend...to..." Sam snarled, wolfishly. A little thing like worrying about not wearing a condom was the last thing on his mind. Elana was an evil bitch. No one could blame him for not being able to resist her. He was a taken man and she shouldn't have seduced him. It was all her fault and if she got pregnant from a married man's cum she'd just have to deal with it. Standing and lifting her up, he placed her on the desk. He widened his stance and worked his hips, watching as his dick went in and out of her. It was so hot to watch her flushed and glowing face respond as his slick meat disappeared inside her. "Ughn..." He grunted, biting his lip as he shot his massive load into her belly. Xxxxxxxx Elana watched as Sam tucked in his shirt and zipped up his pants. He was unable to meet her eyes as he ran a hand through his hair and let out his breath. Now he was no longer thinking with his cock he suddenly looked all bashful again. She figured he must be feeling pretty guilty right now. Nice guys like him have too much of a conscience to be won over with one unfaithful fuck. "I meant what I said. This won't happen again." He stated evenly as he went to unlock the door. WACFYM Ch. 06 Pt. 03 Sam generally tried to work from home as much as possible but today he'd come into the office for an important meeting. Mr Bates, the person he was due to meet, was already an hour late and he was eager to get home to his family. His work was important to him and his wife and daughter were always his top priority, especially now....His wife didn't know that a week ago Sam had fucked his daughter's slutty kindergarten teacher and the guilt was eating him up. He'd decided to try and put it behind him and attempt to make it up to Billie without her knowing. Eventually Mr Bates arrived and Sam successfully masked his impatience. He shook the man's hand warmly and guided him into the office. The older gentleman was here to discuss advertising in the magazine and was potentially a very good client. They had settled into chairs and were nearly finished going through distribution figures when Sam's secretary walked into the room. "I'm sorry to interrupt but a courier dropped this off and said it was urgent." She explained. Sam thanked the young woman, gave Bates an apologetic look and proceeded to open the thick package. The contents were about a dozen or so glossy photographs. The unsuspecting Sam slid out the first image. It was a photo of Elana, down on all fours, her pert young ass in the air. He could feel himself blush as his eyes drank in her naked flesh. The stills were expertly taken and good quality so that he could see her tight asshole and her shaved pussy mound in perfect clarity. "Umm..." He was about to speak, to explain it away but he couldn't stop himself. His hands trembling slightly, he took out the next photo. What the hell was he doing? He knew he should just put the images back without looking but he couldn't stop himself. A shot of Elana's shaved pussy filled the page and Sam could see that she was touching herself, rubbing her clit slowly. He made to return the filthy hardcore display into the envelope but stopped. On the next shot Sam could see Elana slipping three fingers inside her and starting to frig herself off. It was such a hot sight he completely lost track of where he was. Sam's cock started to stir in his pants as he remembered how good it had felt to have his cock inside her hot wet cunt. All thoughts of getting rid of the package left his mind. Sufficiently distracted by the images of Elana masturbating, and unable or unwilling to tear his eyes away, he had forgotten the other man in the room. Evidently puzzled by seeing Sam engrossed by what he was seeing Mr Bates has crossed the room to satisfy his curiosity. He peaked over Sam's shoulder and looked at the still of a hot, big-titted blonde squatting down onto a big black dildo. "Oh God..." Sam gulped as reality reasserted itself. He fumbled to hide the incriminating evidence as he felt his face blushing, but in his haste dropped the packet and the photos ended up scattering all over the floor. "I'm so sorry...." What could he say? Fortunately Bates laughed at seeing the other man's embarrassment. "Looks like you're a lucky man, married to a woman like that!" He chuckled. "Guess I kept you waiting so long I guess she couldn't wait for you to get home and fuck her..." "It's not my wife..." Sam mumbled, too horrified to think about what he saying. He ran his hands through his hair and tried to clear the fog from his mind. His wife would never do anything like this...uncomfortably, the thought just reminded him that Elana would do anything...let him do anything...he wanted..she was such a filthy slut. He was mortified. He couldn't believe he'd gotten aroused in the office in front of a client. It was worse that the man found it more amusing than shocking. "Ah ha, a slut on the side, eh? We've all been there... used to screw around behind my wife's back in my younger days." Bates grinned conspiratorially. "You better not keep her waiting. I've liked what I've seen, though and I'll get my secretary to get in touch." He said, gathering up his stuff and getting ready to leave. "Great." Sam croaked, forcing a smile. He awkwardly stood up to shake Bates' hand, thankful that his desk hid the tent in his pants. "Look forward to doing business with you." He left and Sam shut the door behind before he sank back down into his seat. Hesitantly he picked up the wad of images. Part of him wanted to review the pictures, to watch Elana's slick wet fingers playing with herself, getting herself off with the huge sex toy. In the privacy of the office it would be so easy to pull out his cock and jerk off, let himself get turned on by Elana's dirty little surprise. No. He couldn't go home to his wife having wanked off to the image of another woman. He didn't want to be that type of guy. Resolved not to give in to temptation he turned to throw the package in the trash. He gathered up his stuff, put on his jacket and got ready to go home. At the last minute, just before he went through the door, he went and retrieved the illicit gift and hid it in his drawer. Feeling guilty, he knew he'd look at them again. Xxxxxxxxxxxx The following weekend Xxx Billie stood in front of a mirror, reapplying her lipstick. She admired her reflection, admitting she looked good in the red silk dress. It was nice to leave Rachel with a sitter and go out with Sam. The restaurant was really great too. Always considerate and loving he'd been really attentive lately and who was Billie to turn down a nice romantic evening? She smiled as she thought about how she could repay him later that night when she noticed another woman in the reflection. "Oh, Elana! Hey, how are you?" She asked, turning to face her daughter's teacher. "Good. Looking forward to school vacation, though!" Elana simpered. She'd been spying on the Freemans all evening and her pussy was on fire. It aroused her to think about poor stupid Billie enjoying her husband's affections, not knowing that she was the cause of it. Sam, the decent family man had had his first taste of extramarital fucking and, like all men who cheat for the first time, was feeling guilty. The hidden cameras in his office had caught him guilty keeping the photos she'd sent him. He couldn't stop looking at them. Soon, Elana thought to herself, all that reluctance will be gone, another fuck and he won't care anymore. She wanted to tell Sam's wife that he may have bought her that sexy red dress but it wouldn't do any good; now he'd fucked her Billie's inferior body couldn't please him anymore. He could only be satisfied by Elana's big tits, her ass and tight pussy. "I really enjoyed the dinner at yours last month. We must do it again sometime." Elana continued, acting all innocent as her evil thoughts ran through her mind. However much she wished to get Sam, and told herself it was a matter of time, in truth he was avoiding her and not answering her calls or opening her messages. He was determined to be a good husband who loved his wife. Billie looked uncomfortable. She didn't want to hurt the younger woman's feelings. "Sam thinks that it will confuse Rachel," She said softly. "to see you at school and at home. It's important that she makes friends her own age." "And you agree?" Elana said coldly, dropping the act. Billie frowned at the change in her attitude and tried to shrug sympathetically. "I don't know. Rachel's seemed different since she started kindergarten. She doesn't like to play with me anymore or do the things I ask her too...she's being selfish and likes to get her own way. Maybe if she had more friends she'd grow out of it and learn to share, but she says other girls are stupid and don't deserve nice things." "Of course, you're right." Elana said, regaining her façade. "You're her mother and know what's best. Well, I best be going. Have a nice evening. Say hello to Sam for me." Elana added, smirking as she left. With any luck he'd go home and fuck his wife tonight but it would be Elana he'd be thinking of. Xxxxxxxxxx A couple of days later xxxx Billie awoke to the sound of the alarm but Sam didn't stir to silence it. Part of her was tempted to let him sleep so she could stay snuggled up against his warm, manly body. She loved being here with him, in the bed they shared, where they made love and cuddled after, discussing their days but she knew they both had to get to work. She gently prodded him and eventually he blearily opened his eyes. "Aw...I don't feel so good..." He moaned, to Billie's instant concern. "You're burning up." She replied, tenderly stroking his forehead. "I think you're sick." "Oh God..." Sam groaned, his eyes on fire and his nose running. He felt like hell and his whole body ached. Even moving felt like a real effort. "You can't go to work like this." Billie said compassionately. "Don't worry, I'll call your office and explain." "But..." Sam protested feebly. Billie had to suppress a giggle; Sam, usually so strong and dependable always turned into a little kid when he was ill but she liked taking care of him. "Sssh." She said sternly. "I'll drop by during my lunch and bring you some soup and some medicine. I'll speak to Wendy at the school and see if she can pick up Rachel and bring her home so you just concentrate on getting better." "Thank you." Sam replied huskily as he sniffled into a tissue. He collapsed onto the bed as he listened to the sounds of his wife getting their daughter ready for school and giving her breakfast. He was reminded of how much he loved his wife. She was such a loving, caring person. It made him feel even worse to have betrayed her. Elana had gotten under his skin and...into his pants... but his heart still belonged to Billie. She deserved to have a good husband who didn't cheat on her. "Goodbye daddy. Mommy says you're poorly. I hope you feel better soon." Rachel said when she popped in before leaving for kindergarten. She was so precious and adorable, he couldn't wait for the fortnight to be over, when term would be done and his child would be out of Elana's poisonous influence. Maybe then they could go back to being the happy family they used to be. Sam heard the door slam and dragged himself to his feet. Pulling on his robe he proceeded to his study and extracted the pornographic photos from their hiding place. Whether it was the bug or his own conscience his stomach churned guiltily at the fact he'd brought them into his home. He had looked at them over and over again. He'd managed to resist a couple of days before the first time he'd jerked off looking at them. Since he'd first given in he'd masturbated over them several more times, tugging on his cock whenever he was at home alone. This woman had such power over him and, as much as he despised her, he also craved her. He knew he had a choice. He could listen to his conscience and his heart or he could think with his dick. It wasn't enough to ignore Elana's calls and messages whilst still staring at her body, getting more and more addicted to it; eventually he knew he would give in to her again. His marriage was more important. He loved his wife and their family and he wanted to go back to being a good husband and father. He took a shot of Elana fondling her tits in the throes of orgasm and put it in the paper shredder. He felt relief as one after the other each filthy image disappeared. Just two weeks and there would be no reason to see Elana ever again- whatever spell she had put on him would be broken. Xxxxxxx A couple of days later xxxx Wendy admired her reflection in the full length mirror. The leopard print top and leather mini skirt ensemble really flattered her body, emphasizing the large breasts, curvaceous waist and long legs. All those months of dieting and exercise had really paid off and she wasn't beyond a little vanity now. She'd always had flawless, creamy skin, a full luscious mouth and wide, expressive eyes but losing the weight had transformed her. Now she had sexy cheekbones and had cut her platinum blonde curls quite short to highlight her perfect oval face. Even Don had noticed, trying to start fucking her again. Well, he should be so lucky! She was only thinking about one man now. She stood there thinking about Sam, with his scruffy dark hair, his kind smile with his perfect white teeth and kissable lips. Remembering his fit, hairy body from that day in the pool she could feel her panties getting wet. Eventually the doorbell rang and Wendy went to answer it. Thanks to her arousal she knew her erect nipples would be perfectly visible to the man she was expecting. "Thanks for watching Rachel. Hope she hasn't been any trouble." Sam said as he followed Wendy into her kitchen. "Had some catching up to do at work and there was no way I could have picked her up today." "Oh it was no bother. Her and Denise are upstairs playing dolls in her bedroom. Are you feeling better now?" "Much, thanks." Sam replied, frowning as Wendy's hand lingered on his arm. "I know we've been using you as a bit of a babysitter lately and I just wanted to say how much we appreciate it." Wendy smiled as she caught him checking out her cleavage. There was an almost imperceptible inhalation of breath as he noticed the twin points on her chest before he looked away. "It's no problem; I always want to see more of you..." Wendy teased it, delighting in the way he shifted a little nervously. "besides it gives us an opportunity to talk." Wendy replied, causing Sam to frown. She was friends with his wife but he and Wendy didn't really speak a lot. "Okay?" Wendy started to brew some coffee, watching Sam from the corner of her eye. She liked his scruffy black hair and warm brown eyes. The puzzled look on his boyish face just made him look cuter. She let her gaze travel lower. He was wearing a sweater with his sleeves pushed up, showing of his manly arms and she liked the way his lean, fit body could still be guessed at through the material. "You know lots of the school moms like you, don't you?" "I don't understand..." "They stand at the school gates and their panties getting damp when you're around?" Sam was stunned by Wendy's sudden change in direction. "I don't think this is really appropriate..."He stammered. "Oh you pretend not to notice, but you have, haven't you?" Sam shook his head numbly, but Wendy gave him a knowingly look to let him know she knew he was lying. The truth was he'd have to be blind not to notice the way they flirted with him. Oh he'd never flirted back but deep down he'd known and it had secretly flattered his ego. "You ever thought about it, fucking one of them?" She continued. "I bet you contemplated it once or twice..." "Jesus, Wendy! I'm gonna leave now..." Sam sputtered. "Rac..." He started to call out to his daughter but Wendy stopped him with a finger to his lips. "All those moms want you but you seem like a devoted husband, never giving any sign you are interested. I always thought you were a good husband and good dad, a genuine nice guy. I know different now." She paused for dramatic effect. "I just happened to be passing by the window and saw you and Miss Grey." Sam gulped and nervously rubbed his bearded chin. "Me and Miss Grey?" "Don't play dumb. I saw the two of you fucking!" Wendy spelled it out. "Your hands all over her body as you sucked on her tits. Her riding you as your big hard cock was going in and out of her pussy." "Oh shit... Wendy..." Sam stammered, his heart in his throat. This was his worst nightmare about to come true. In a moment of insanity he'd given in to his baser urges and now his marriage and his family were going to be ruined. "Please don't tell Billie," He begged. "I was stupid. She'd been flaunting herself at me and trying to seduce me. I wasn't thinking and it just happened." Wendy smiled as Sam spoke, all the words tumbling out in a mad, frantic panic. "It was just the once. It didn't mean anything." This caused Wendy to smile. Don used to say that back when he started to cheat on her. Sam was going to be just like him from now on, cheating on his wife behind his wife's back. "I really do love Billie. I know she's your friend but if you tell, it will kill her and I honestly don't want to hurt her." Sam continued, pain and regret obvious. "You've misunderstood. Billie and I aren't friends." Wendy stated calmly and watched as Sam registered her words. "The smug bitch, always telling me to leave Don and thinking that she had the perfect faithful husband. It makes me smile to think you're just another guy fucking any slut that comes along." Sam was wounded by the words but he derived some hope from them that his dirty little secret would not be revealed. He was ashamed to admit that his main priority was keeping this from his wife. "You won't tell my wife?" He asked slowly. "No." She said matter-of-factedly. "Thank you." Sam sighed. He had no choice but to believe her. He'd go mad if he distrusted her to keep her silence. Her knowledge of his shameful indiscretion gave her power over him and he knew he had to handle her, give her what she wanted. "Tell me how it happened..." Wendy cooed, feigning a sympathetic attitude. "I don't know..." Sam said unevenly, his brown puppy dog eyes pained. He didn't want to talk about it; he barely seemed to understand how he'd gone from a being happily monogamous to breaking his wedding vows. "Tell me about you and Billie...did she not fuck you enough?" Sam grimaced, uncomfortable at the language and sharing the intimate details of his sex life. "No, that part of it was good...you know... normal." "How often would you do it?" Wendy questioned, a shiver of delight running up her spine knowing he had no choice to reveal these private details. It made her smile to see the way he blushed as he spoke, all awkward and shy. "Two or three times a week." He croaked. "And then you met Elana?" The woman prompted, calmly interrogating him. She was toying with him, making him think she just wanted to understand his actions. "What did she do?" Her panties got wetter by the minute as he explained how his daughter's kindergarten teacher had seduced him, flashing her panties at him, shoved her tits in his face like a nasty little prick tease. She desperately wanted to start touching herself as he continued, revealing how she'd massaged his crotch at the family dinner table and sucked his cock in the open air of her front yard. "Did you like fucking her?" Sam's jaw clenched and his hands formed fists. He wasn't going to answer but Wendy already knew and could barely contain the joy that she was feeling. "My marriage is the most important thing to me. Please, you have to understand that it was just physical...." He pleaded. "She got you so horny that you couldn't think clearly." Wendy replied, nodding as if she could see where he was coming from. "I'll keep my mouth shut about the truth....," Sam visibly relaxed. He had to believe Wendy would be satisfied knowing the secret he was hiding from his wife. Nothing good would come of telling it. " if you let me have what Miss Grey got." She was so horny right now. Billie had told her she could find a better man but the woman had had no idea that it would be own husband. "What?!" Sam cried out. "No...I messed up. I...cheated..." That word was hard to say. "on my wife but I didn't want to. Please...don't do this." He was just a normal guy, who tried to live right and be steady and dependable. Wendy giggled at his reluctance and then pulled down her top, exposing her breasts. "I could hear what you said to Miss Grey- how much you loved her tits, how they were better than your wife's. My pussy got so wet hearing you say those nasty things about your pretty wife." Sam swallowed hard as she reminded him of how he'd betrayed his wife, not just physically through the act but how he'd criticised her body, told another woman she was better. He looked at the topless woman and sucked in a deep breath. Wendy's tits weren't as pert as the nubile kindergarten teacher's but they were large and ripe. WACFYM Ch. 06 Pt. 03 He felt his body starting to respond as he envisaged himself sucking on them. "This is...wrong..." He protested feebly but he found he couldn't stop staring at them. "That's what you like, isn't it Sam? You like big tits? You prefer them to your wife's?" Sam found himself nodding automatically. He couldn't deny it. He used to think breast size didn't matter to him but Elana and now the Rubenesque Wendy had shown him the error of his ways. The sight of large tits got him harder than he'd ever gotten with Billie, his wife. He was ashamed to feel his cock responding right now. "This is blackmail. I don't want this..."He protested again. He knew it was futile. He could tell her he didn't want to cheat on his wife again but she didn't care about seducing a married man with her massive tits. "Take off your clothes." Wendy commanded. She was thrilled at the way he paused, a begging look on his handsome face as if he was hoping she'd tell him it was all a joke. It was such a turn on to watch the exact second he realised he had to do it. Wendy smiled triumphantly as he slowly undressed, her gaze drinking in his muscular torso, hairy chest and narrow waist as he pulled off his sweater. Lower down she was pleased to see the growing bulge in his pants. She moved close to him and ran an admiring hand over his pecs. He flinched at her touch, all bashful and he couldn't look her in the eye. "Pants and boxers too." Sam groaned, but knew there was no use in protesting. He was about to get naked in front of another woman who wasn't his wife. His hands trembled as he fumbled at his belt and unzipped his fly, the whole time going slowly and hoping she'd tell him he could stop. He reluctantly pushed his down his pants and then his underwear, cupping his hands over his semi hard cock. "There's no need to be modest." Wendy sang as she took his manhood into her hands and started stroking it to full hardness. "I've already seen it when you fucked Miss Grey with it." "Please...I love my wife..." Sam whispered feebly. "I don't want to do this." But there was no denying how good it felt as Wendy squeezed his dangling balls. It was all he could do to hold back the involuntary moans of pleasure. Sam blinked as she stepped away, retreating to the counter. "Just watch me...and then tell me what you want..." Wendy whispered. Wendy slipped out of her skirt and panties with a salacious wriggle, revealing her curvaceous naked body. She was delighted that Sam's eyes were freely checking her out. His initial awkwardness was disappearing as lust gradually filled his expression. He made no attempt to cover up his hard-on again. His eyes kinda glazed over as he watched her start to squeeze her tits together, dropping them to make them bounce and jiggle. Her nipples were hard and she had wide dark areoles and watching her play with them was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. When she slipped her hand between her legs and began touching her pussy too, he had to let out a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding. "Come here." Wendy commanded and Sam had no choice but to obey. She took his hand and placed it on her right breast. Tentatively he began to fondle it, liking the way her soft creamy flesh spilled out of his palm. He flicked his thumb over the nipple and circled the areola, tantalised by her body. "Would you like to fuck my tits?" "Yes..." Sam confessed slowly. He could tell himself he had no choice, that he had to do what she wanted but she knew he wanted this. He'd been whacking off to the pictures of a slut and now there was another one right in front of him. He couldn't resist. He was conflicted. Elana had told him when he'd cheated once it got easier to do it again. He guessed she was right- his wedding vows didn't seem so important anymore. He'd already cheated once, there was no harm doing it again. He was doing this for his family but there was no reason he couldn't enjoy himself. He stepped closer, his eyes filled with lust. Wendy ran her hands over his bare chest, her body tingly as she felt his masculine warmth and his muscles. He stroked his cock in his left hand, the sight of his silver wedding ring making her exhale quickly. As he tugged on his dick Wendy dropped to her knees in from of him and squeezed her soft, cushiony tits around his throbbing shaft. "I always thought I was different from Don but I'm not- just another guy who can't keep his dick in his pants..." "I love your big cock. It's so much bigger than Don's" She whispered admiringly. Poor Billie had no idea her husband's cock didn't belong to her anymore. Sam was still a little unsure of himself but growled proudly to let her know he appreciated the compliment as he widened his stance and positioned his hard-on in front of her chest. Wendy slid her hands over his thick thighs. "Umm..." Sam moaned as he felt Wendy's hands grope his ass, digging her red fingernails into his flesh. Reaching down to push her mammaries together he started to buck his hips, watching as Wendy poured some oil over them and his cock got nicely lubed up. The slick, wet sounds of tit fucking filled the air. "oooooh yeah... I love your married cock between my tits." Wendy sighed, reaching down between her legs to touch herself. It was so indecent doing a married man out in the kitchen during broad daylight, never mind the fact their daughters were just upstairs. It made her so horny that Sam had either forgotten or just didn't care. He started slow but with every second he was getting more into it. Wendy loved the look of concentration on his face, the way he unconsciously bit his lip, as he guided his shaft between her slippery, wet tits, his balls banging against her belly, his scratchy body hair on her skin. "Oh God..." Sam moaned, loving the sensation and looking to savour it. His cock was glistening with oil and easily disappearing into her bountiful boobs. His knees trembled at how good it felt to have her DD's fold and envelop his thick hard dick. This was the second woman who wasn't Billie and he had a pang of conscience as he was beginning to realise he liked adultery. It wasn't just the sex, it was the betrayal that excited him. He'd been a good man, trying to do his best, but not anymore. He had a good marriage and healthy sex-life but it wasn't enough. A dark side he'd always suppressed had been unleashed and he wasn't sure he wanted to go back to who he'd been. Having her on her knees, diddling herself as she was servicing his prick made him feel like a man. His whole life he'd behaved as his parents had taught him, respectful of women. He'd settled down, married and been committed to just one woman, he guiltily realised he was starting to regret all the time he'd wasted being the good guy. He imagined his mom and dad finding out their good son preferred sluts now. He didn't care what other people thought now. "I always thought you were a trashy little slut." Sam informed her as he yanked back her head so he could look her in the eyes as he fucked her tits. "All those tarty little outfits you wore, tempting me to look..." "And did you...?" Wendy groaned. His words, though mean, just excited her more. "More than I should have done. When I thought Billie wasn't looking." Sam admitted breathlessly. He used a hand to hold onto her shoulders so he could piston his meat into the deep fleshy valley. He'd never fucked a pair of tits before and he blamed Billie for making him miss out on something so good. "This is so fucking hot..." He added, panting hard. "A guy like you, with such a long thick cock needs a real woman." Wendy cried. "You're too sexy to be faithful, when there are sluts out there who'll do everything you want." She added before closing her hips around the head of his cock and sucking on it. "Oh yeah...such as?" Sam hissed through gritted teeth. Her tongue flicking over his cock felt incredible and he knew he was close to cumming. "How about a nasty facial? "Shooting your load all over my face...?" "Yeah..." Sam grunted, taking hold of his slick nine inches in his fist and tugging on it as his other hand tilted back Wendy's head. He'd always wanted to do it since he'd seen it in pornos at college but there was no way to ask Billie to let him. "I'm...gonna...cum...so...hard." Wendy watched as he whacked off, his fist around his meat. His chest was heavy, slick with sweat as he sped up his wrist action. He gave a low, deep growl and could feel it coming from balls and the base of his cock. Jaw clenched, his cum spurted out over Wendy's flushed face, her cheeks, and onto her lips until she licked them clean with a satiated smile. Xxxxxxxx Sam pulled up his pants as Wendy cleaned herself with a tissue. He didn't meet her gaze. Wendy knew he'd be feeling guilty about cheating on his wife again now the heat of the moment was over. He'd emptied his balls and was no longer just thinking with his dick. She'd got what she wanted but she wasn't going to let him go so easy. "One last thing...." She giggled, gazing at his broad back and his cute butt as he walked over to retrieve his sweater. "What? I did what you wanted, cheated on my wife again." He answered angrily, blaming her even through he'd willingly given in to her demands. Wendy ignored the contempt in his voice. They both knew he'd liked it. She sat on the counter and reached down to obscenely part her puffy pussy lips. "If you want me to 'hold my tongue'..." She insinuated. Sam glanced at his watch. Billie would be home soon and he wanted a shower. It would be difficult to explain why he smelled of sex. It was strange but going down on another woman felt like a worse betrayal somehow, pleasuring Wendy when it should be his wife's pussy he kissed. He enjoyed going down on her, a sign of the closeness they shared, and the bond between two people in love. "Show me how you do it for Billie..." Wendy snarled, reading his mind. "Don't bring her into this. Whatever this is, it's between you and me!" Sam hissed back, the anger slowly translating into something else. He coolly walked over and crouched down, roughly spreading her legs apart until his head was between her thighs. He licked his lips. Wendy's pussy looked so wet and juicy that he could feel himself getting hard again. He wondered how she would taste. A little hesitantly he lowered his head. "Ahhhhhh..." She cried, biting her lower lip as his tongue found her sensitive clit. "Your beard tickles..." She giggled as he slipped two fingers into her. It pleased him to watch as she responded. God, he was talented, slow and deliberate, his technique designed to whirl her into a sexual frenzy. He was toying with her, making her wriggle with pleasure. He probed and explored, paying attention to what she liked. When he found something she liked, he'd stop, teasing her by doing something else to frustrate her and make her moan. "Mmmm.... you taste sweet..." Sam groaned, as he sucked on her dripping folds, eating her out hungrily. She began to writhe, grinding her pussy against his face, loving the feeling of his warm breath on her mound. "Better than Billie?" Sam didn't respond but he did smile. He liked the way she tasted as his tongue probed and explored the pinkness of her labia. "Ohhh yeahhh....like that...." Wendy sighed as Sam looked up from between her thighs to see what he was doing to her. He was amused to see her wantonly sucking on her fingers, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her. He reached up to fondle one of her heaving breasts. She liked the feel of the family man's big coarse hands on her body as he gave her head and she ran a hand through his thick dark hair to make him lick her harder. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and down his strong arms. "Oh God...oh God...." She cried, digging her nails into his naked back. She imagined Billie arriving home in a short while and greeting her husband with a kiss, not suspecting her once faithful husband had had illicit oral sex with her neighbour and supposed friend, lapping up her pussy juices. She started to buck and wriggle as he nuzzled her clit before taking it in his teeth. She had to play to with her nipples, tweaking and pinching them. She'd been close as Sam had stood astride her, thrusting his cock between her tits but that was nothing compared to this, her juices smeared on his dark beard, his beautiful lips working on her folds. "You gonna cum..?" Sam hissed. "That feel good?" He was determined to show her what she'd been missing. He had all his fingers, practically his entire left hand inside her, she was so wet as he sucked and nibbled on her engorged clit. He was practically fucking her with his fist and it was so fucking hot that his wedding ring was getting coated with her arousal. "Yes...yes..."Her body was on fire. She didn't care about keeping the noise down. It was evil, unforgiveable but she wanted Rachel to come down and find her daddy hungrily eating her pussy, breaking the vows he'd made to her mother. Her lust for him had seduced him and corrupted him, from one act of infidelity but to two. Wendy was revelling in the sin and the shame, wild and overcome with ecstasy. She closed her eyes and let it sear through her, scorching her body. Xxxxxxxxxxxx Wendy watched as Sam pulled on his top and washed his face in the sink. "Rachel, come on, we have to be going!" He called up the stairs. "Ok daddy." She called back. "I'll just get my stuff." "How about you swing over tomorrow so you can fuck me properly?" Wendy whispered into Sam's ear as his daughter bounded into the room. Sam paused. He'd had fun but it was dangerous. He let himself fantasise about what it would be like to sink his cock in her pussy but then he tried to remember the man he used to be. This was real life and his actions would have consequences. It could break up his marriage and split up his family. He knew he should tell her 'no'. He didn't even like her before she'd coerced him into fooling around behind his wife's back again. He started to shake his head but at the last minute he replied, "I'll think about it", a small smile playing on his lips. Wendy patted on him the ass and give him an evil wink. As Sam and Rachel left, he appeared to be nothing more than a normal young dad, as if nothing has happened. It seemed he'd taken to deceit and betrayal like a natural. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The day after the last day of term xxxxx "Bye Honey. Have a good day. Hope you and Rachel have lots of fun." Billie said, kissing her husband by the door. "Love you." "Love you too, darling." Sam replied. In his own way he did still loved her, only differently from how he used to. He was content with his marriage, that he was a cheater now shouldn't have to affect that. He glanced at his watch before going into the den and putting on a Disney dvd for Rachel. He made sure she had some snacks and juice when the doorbell rang. It was barely 10 minutes since his wife had gone to work. "Hello Elana." He said, ushering the woman through the door. Rachel's kindergarten teacher inspected Sam, noting the relaxed, self-assured smile on his handsome face. She was confused. He hadn't returned any of her calls or messages and the hidden cameras had shown him shredding the dirty pics she'd sent him. Now school was over she'd thought she'd have to chalk him up as the one who got away, his fidelity still mostly intact. "I was surprised to get your message." She said coldly. "I just want to talk." Sam responded as he led her into the kitchen. "Just to talk?" Elana asked. "What about?" Sam seemed different to her, more in control and confident around her. She didn't understand the change in his attitude and felt a little weary. Sam turned her to face him, his hands on her hips, their bodies close. "You were a little cocktease, making me look when I'd never even at looked at another woman before. Making me want you until I cheated on my wife after nine years of being faithful. Even after we screwed you didn't give up, sending me those pictures. I want to know why?" "When I met you I could see how much you loved your wife. If I hadn't come along you'd have never dreamed of cheating on her. I wanted to corrupt you. To completely corrupt you." Elana was warming up now and saying this with relish. She could see from the look in his eyes that this was foreplay. "Take a good man with a nice home and family and turn him. Turn him into an adulterer. Make him cheat on his wife over and over again." "It worked. Turns out there are a lot of sluts around who don't mind fucking a man who's taken. Sluts who love married cock." "You fucked someone else?" Elana whispered. "Ha, don't tell me you're jealous?" Sam growled, playfully pulling her into his arms. As he grabbed her pert ass he started to walk her over to the stairs. It was so hot to have him in control, to take charge and be dominant. She wasn't used to being handled like this but to her surprise she found she liked it. She made to kiss him but Sam pulled away. It seemed he still wanted to talk but she knew they'd be fucking later. "Who was it?" She inquired as he slipped his hand up under her skirt, acting as if nothing was happening. His face was calm, manly as he suppressed the urge to rip her clothes off and take her right then and there. "You know Wendy, Denise's mom? She saw us the first time we fucked and decided to blackmail me as the price of her silence." Elana gasped as Sam's hand pulled aside the damp fabric of her panties, fingering her as he pressed her back against the wall. "Blackmail....?" She stammered. "I told her I didn't want to but it turns out I liked it. I liked fucking her tits and eating out her pussy." Elana moaned as his words aroused her, that and the fact he was still pretending he didn't have three fingers getting sticky with her juices. She liked his deep, male voice whispering this filth into her ear. "What happened next?" "It was over. I could have just left it there but I couldn't help myself. I bought some condoms. I felt bad at the store, knowing what I was going to do with them but I went back the next day and fucked her properly." Elana gazed into his eyes as he slowly recounted his actions. He wasn't a kind, decent guy anymore and his new demeanour made him sexier than ever. He'd given in and was now a willing participant in betraying his wife. He kissed her, their lips locking. It started slowly. He pushed her harder up against the wall, the weight of his body against her. Soon his hands were roaming over her body like he couldn't keep them off of her but the kiss was deep and measured, like he wanted to leave her wanting more. She wrapped her legs around his waist and his hands found her ass again, squeezing it and she could feel his hard cock pressed against her. The heat was almost unbearable, the feel of his soft beard as his tongue entered her mouth and found hers. She tried to kiss him harder, more forcefully but Sam wanted to teach her patience. It was slow and deliberate, reminding her that he was the big, strong man, making her desperate for his mouth. "Let's go upstairs." Sam whispered, husky with lust, when the kiss broke, both of them a little out of breath. Sam kissed her again, his tongue invading her, claiming its territory until both their lips were burning from the heat. He carried her up the steps as she ran her hands through his hair, their tongues dancing and entwining the whole way. By now they were at the landing and Sam banged her up against the closed door of his bedroom. It hurt Elana and knocked the wind out of her a bit. It just seemed to turn Sam on. There was an amused glint in his eyes and she could feel his hard cock twitch, pressed up against her. She wasn't going to say no, but she had a feeling that even if she did Sam wouldn't listen to her. He was going to possess her whether she wanted it or not. WACFYM Ch. 06 Pt. 03 "For weeks all I could think about was fucking you again, being inside your tight, young cunt. I tried to fight it....but I prefer fucking sluts to fucking my wife." He was practically humping her now, bucking his hips against her. He opened the door with one hand and closed it behind them. There was a calculating, lustful look in his eyes that Elana had never seen before. Mastering a cool demeanour, Elana broke away from his arms and paced about the room. Eventually she sat down on the bed. There was a playful pause, each waiting to see what the other would do. "Are you going to fuck me here in your wife's bed?" Elana inquired as she slowly unbuttoned her dress. She was delighted to see Sam nod as his eyes gazed at her lithe young body. "Are you going to suck on my tits as you fuck me with your unfaithful cock?" "Yes..." Sam breathed as he watched her let her dress drop to the floor. He remembered all the nasty things he'd dreamed about doing to her as he'd whacked off to these pictures of her. There was something so voyeuristic and erotic about watching her undress. He liked the graceful way she unfastened her bra, exposing her big, incredible breasts and the way she slowly slid her panties down her long, shapely legs. Elana lay back on the bed, stretching out, loving how she'd stolen Billie's husband and her place in his bed. Thinking back to when she first met him, a cute young dad, happily married. The fact he'd managed to resist her for so long just made it even hotter now, to have warped him into loving indecent depraved sex. Sam did not respond for what seemed like minutes and Elana wondered if he was having second thoughts. Eventually, gazing at her naked body, the whole time, he started to take off his clothes. Gradually he pulled off his t-shirt and he kicked off his jeans, standing there in the buff. There was no sign of modesty, comfortable with his nine inches erect and jutting out. In fact he idly played with it, stroking it absentmindedly. It aroused her to see all of his innocence gone, replace with confidence and lust. "You're mine now, aren't you?" She asked. "Yes. I'm yours now." Sam exhaled as he reached down into his pocket to get the packet of condoms before crawling onto the bed. "You don't want to use those, do you?" She said, indicating the Trojans. "I want you to knock me up here, in your wife's bed." She breathed seductively. It was the final step in corrupting him completely, still a daddy but an indecent one. Sam paused. That hadn't occurred to him but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it. Rachel had been conceived with love but any guy would be lying if he said there wasn't something erotic about impregnating a woman. Impregnating one as sexy as Elana was fucking hot. To do it in his marital bed, where he made love to wife and Rachel had been conceived was hotter than anything. He might be hers now but with his baby inside her, she'd be his too. "You want me to cum inside you?" Sam asked before he lay on top of her and started to maul and grope her tits. "I want you to show me that Billie means nothing to you now...." She moaned as the thirty five year old man eased his unsheathed cock into her young pussy. She loved the masculine weight of his body above her, his warmth between her legs. "That all your cum is for me now..." "Awwww...fuck...." Sam grunted as he started to thrust his hips into her nice, tight pussy. A look of discomfort must have flickered across her face because Sam stopped and looked at her tenderly. "It's okay," She reassured him. "I like it rough. Be a man and fuck me like you never fuck your wife." Sam smiled wolfishly and resumed ploughing into her, molesting her tits as her hands roamed over his bare back. "Ahhh...shit...that feels good..."He grunted. "Tell me you love me now..." Elana sighed as he penetrated her over and over, his thick cock filling her, their bodies rocking as he sucked on her tits. He was thrusting hard and deep, pinning her to the mattress as he rutted away like an animal. "Tell me you love me more than your wife..." He blinked as her words sunk in. This would complete his betrayal but he was almost too far gone to care. He wasn't just physically breaking his wedding vows but the emotional ones as well. He knew he should hate her for the man she had made him become but he couldn't. "Yes..." Sam growled, lifting himself up on his arms so he could make eye contact as he plunged deeper into her. "I love you...more than I ever loved her..." Elana giggled as she wrapped her legs tight around his waist, urging him to go faster. She'd be raw after this but it felt so fucking good. She arched her back as Sam resumed suckling on her sensitive nipples and carried on pounding away at her cunt. "You're a fucking nasty whore..." He yelled as she writhed, bucking her hips against him. "The stupid bitch should never have told me to help you out. She encouraged me to spend time around you. Did she think I wouldn't notice you had a hotter body than her? She didn't think I'd look and realise I wanted you more than I ever wanted her?" He bit her shoulder, not too hard but it was enough to make her cry out loudly from the surprise. Xxxxxxxxxxxx "Daddy? Are you okay, up there?" Rachel's voice carried up the stairs. The adulterous lovers stopped instantly but Elana noticed that he didn't pull out of her. "It's okay, pumpkin. Stay down stairs!" Sam yelled out. He didn't spring up to pull on his pants. He was so depraved now his deviant sexual appetites had overcome not just his love for his wife but his parental responsibilities too. Elana loved it. He was frozen, waiting to be sure that his daughter listened to him. He needed to be sure they wouldn't be interrupted, that his daughter didn't catch them. Elana pulled him down and kissed him. It stole his breath away as he slowly resumed fucking her. All thoughts of his child disappeared. She was excited by the way he moved his hips, the way his chest was glistening with perspiration, his hair tousled and his brow furrowed as he concentrated on banging her. "I want to watch you take my cock." Sam informed her and they shifted, Sam rolling onto his back to let Elana straddle him. Now he could see his slippery meat disappear inside her as she rode his waist and he gripped her ass as he buried his face between her heaving tits. He loved the way her body felt in his hands and the soft whimpering moans that she made each time she sank down on his unprotected cock. He put his hands behind his head and shut his eyes, lost in the ecstasy. She began to twist and grind as she raked her nails over his hairy muscular chest down to the thick dark curls above his cock. She loved his strong arms and the manly shadow of his pits. This rugged young dad was hers now. Every time he lay down with his wife he'd think about her now. "Nghnnn...yeah..." He yelled as she rode him, hard enough to make the bed bang against the wall dully. She was making little squeaks of pleasure as she enthusiastically bounced up and down on him. This is what he'd fantasised about, not the furtive little quickie in the kindergarten classroom but taking his time and having the best fuck of his life. He'd completely forgotten about his wife, she meant nothing to him anymore. The ring on his finger was just a symbol of how hot it was to betray her behind her back. He'd been crazy to think he could resist this slut. There wasn't a guy alive who wouldn't want to fuck this young blonde, happily married or not. He was determined to make up for the time he'd wasted trying to deny it. Having his cock in her tight young cunt was where he was supposed to be. "Fuck..." He cried as she reached down to play with his balls. "Eeee...mmmnnn...." Elana squealed as she clenched down on the shaft inside her. Climaxing wildly, literally jerking and arching as she climaxed, wantonly playing with her engorged clit to take her over the edge. Sam was pleased he'd made the younger woman cum first but now all he could think about was shooting his seed inside her fertile belly. "I'm gonna cum..." He growled through gritted teeth, grabbing her waist and thrusting into her. "Mmmmm....yeah...make me pregnant ....daddy..." Sam smiled and pulled her down to kiss him, to steal his breath as he groaned and grunted, balls-deep inside her, her mound slamming down on him as he shot jet after jet of his salty white jism into her cunt. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx EPILOGUE XXXXXXXXXXX "I'm hungry, daddy." Rachel said as her father entered the room in a pair of jeans, bare foot and bare-chested. She liked the fact that he hardly ever seemed to go to work anymore and make her stay with the babysitter. These were the best holidays ever and she wasn't looking forward to starting big school soon. Sam stroked his daughter's hair and lifted her on to a kitchen stool. "How about you carry on colouring in and I fix you a sandwich? "Are you and Miss Grey playing upstairs again?" Sam stopped for a moment, a vestige of conscience at the back of his mind but he easily dismissed it. "You could say that, sweetie. You still okay down here?" Rachel nodded happily. Miss Grey was much nicer than mommy and she was glad daddy was friends with her again. "When I grow up I want to be just like Miss Grey." She informed her father. Sam smiled as he put a loving kiss atop his daughter's head. "Maybe when you're much older." He replied with a little laugh. Xxxxxxxxxxx Sam returned upstairs and found his marital bed empty, just the tangled bed sheets, rope and blindfold but no filthy little slut. He heard the sound of the shower and walked over to the door. He watched as she soaped up her nubile body, lathing up her pert tits and tanned skin. They'd fucked pretty good but he felt his cock stirring in his pants again as he spied on her enjoying the hot water cascading over her face. Dropping his jeans to the floor he entered the shower behind her. "Rachel okay?" She asked, tilting her head as she felt him wrapped his arms around her waist. "As good as gold." He replied, taking the sponge and softly directing it between her legs. "Mmmm..." She moaned at his touch, the apple blossom fragrance and the steam all arousing her. "Looks like you missed a spot..." Sam said softly as he knelt behind her and stroked her ass checks, parting them with his hands to get a look at the tight little hole. Gritting his teeth he spanked her hard, enough to leave a red mark. She bit her lip to stop herself crying out and he did it again. He liked that she didn't ask him to stop. She never asked him to stop. Causing her pain sent an illicit thrill through him, satisfying some part of him he'd never known had existed. Elana had helped him explore his dark side, encouraged him to revel in it. Together they had done things he'd never even dreamed of. He spanked her again, hard enough to make her squeal really loudly. "I'm sorry." He sighed as he leant down and planted a few conciliatory kisses on her red behind. He got a little carried away and buried his face between her cheeks. "Oh God..." Elana moaned as he pushed his tongue into her sphincter, licking it and getting it nice and wet. Elana groaned, leaning against the ceramic tiles as he rimmed her. Then, after the cooling sensation, there was the pleasant burning as he worked his cock inside, slowly but firmly pushing his way into her. She'd introduced him to anal sex one night in his office. He'd phoned Billie to tell her he was going to be home late as she was bent over his desk. Now he couldn't get enough. "It's so dirty. Having a married man's cock in my ass. I love it...."Elana groaned, rocking backing and forth as Sam moved his hips to fuck her. "Jesus...you have no idea...how good that feels." Sam sighed. Her pussy was tight but her ass was tighter. He used to think it was wrong, that guys shouldn't think about it but deep down he'd always imagined it. Elana started to massage her pussy because the pounding she was getting was driving her so close now. She wildly threw back her head and watched Sam over her shoulder, rutting away behind her, his thick chest fur matted with the water and they were both panting pretty hard. She was close now. She was flicking her clit almost uncomfortably hard, desperate to get off. Pretty soon it was the new term. She'd find a new guy, another faithful dad to seduce but Sam would be okay; he had Wendy to satisfy his depraved new appetites. They came simultaneously, the feeling of his cum in her back door enough to leave her weak at the knees as her climax exploded through her, the jets of hot water and fireworks leaving her gasping. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Billie walked in to her house and heard laughter coming from the den. She identified her husband's laugh and her daughter's but was surprised to hear a woman too. "Hello?" She called out as she went into the room. "Hi, darling," Sam said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You're home early." "Yeah..." Billie answered as she saw her daughter sat on Elana's lap. For a split second it felt to her that the three of them were a happy family and that she was the interloper. Immediately she shook the thought from her head. She was being silly. "I thought you didn't want her coming round?" She whispered to her husband. "I changed my mind. You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not." She smiled wanly. If she'd have been married to someone else she might have been worried but Sam was a good guy. Still, she smiled, letting herself indulge with a little uncharitable thought towards Elana. 'At least she's starting to look a little bit fat.' WACFYM Ch. 06 Elana beamed as she watched as Sam tried to subtly adjust the growing bulge in his pants. He knew he was fighting the impulse to sneak another glimpse. She knew the material barely concealed the mound of her pussy. Now she could feel the fabric growing damp as she prickteased this married man, causing him to get hot and flustered. What was it about young dads that got her so wet? Sam was a caring father and because he was taken had innocence about him, for being ignorant of his own attractiveness. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx That evening xx Sam entered the den, carrying a tray of drinks and caught the tail of a friendly argument Billie was having with his brother Paul. "Why don't you ask Sam what he thinks?" Caroline suggested as she took one of the glasses. She tilted her head and gave her brother a slightly exasperated look. Sam knew the poor woman loved his brother and so overlooked his tendency to be opinionated about everything. "Billie's right." Sam announced grandly to the room, laughing lightly and trying to call a halt to the discussion. "You don't even know what we're...!" Paul cried out, frustrated that no one in the room would listen to him but good-naturedly resigned to it. He and Caroline saw the other couple about every fortnight for dinner or to go out to the movies. His mom would watch the kids so they could have some fun. It always went like this and he was used to it. "I'm always on Billie's side, no matter what." Sam grinned, slipping his arm around his wife's waist. "Thank you, sweetie." Billie responded, rewarding him with a smile and gentle kiss, not shy about expressing their bond in front of others. "Ha ha...she's got you well trained." Caroline joked, playfully punching him on the arm. "Yup.." Sam agreed happily as Billie sat on his lap and snuggled close to him. He felt relaxed, in good company and enjoying himself. All thoughts of Elana had disappeared from his mind as he felt Billie's comfortable and familiar warmth and listened to the sound of her laughter. Xxxxxxx Later that week xx "I guess we're done." Sam exclaimed, surveying the room with satisfaction but also relief. He wanted to spend less time with Elana because he was having trouble getting her out of his mind. Just the other day he'd been taking a shower and as he'd been soaping up his equipment he'd started thinking about Elana being there with him and what her naked body would be like. He'd stopped himself but fighting the urge to masturbate whilst thinking about her was harder than it should have been. It's not like he'd never fantasized before and he knew his wife had a particular thing for Robert Downey JR when it wasn't Zooey Deschanel. Their marriage was open and strong enough to acknowledge what turned them on but he'd never felt so excited by someone who was actually in their lives. He told himself he'd never cheat but suddenly the potential was there. "I just wanted to say thank you." Elana said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips. Sam was too stunned to respond. He found he was actually reciprocating instinctively, slipping one arm around her narrow waist before he could think about it. "What..are..you..doing?" He stammered in between each kiss. "Come on, I know you feel it too. You want this." Elana cooed, resisting Sam's efforts to pull away. There was a cute frown on his face and she was pleased that he didn't attempt to deny it. She shivered as she stroked his cheek, enjoying the feel of his surprisingly soft facial hair. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm a married man!" Sam cried as he eventually managed to shrug her off. "So? Lots of guys cheat on their wives." She stated, as if she couldn't understand his protests. She could see the struggle being played out in his mind. Part of him wanted to give into her advances and his better judgment was trying to reassert itself. "I'm not like that..." He objected and he meant it. It was testing him and he was definitely tempted. He could taste her on his lips and his pulse was racing. It could have been so easy to damn the consequences and surrender to his impure impulses. He was disgusted to realise he'd been excited by the unfamiliar mouth on his. Then he thought about Billie and all their years together and how happy they were. He never even once contemplated cheating on her. He'd vowed to forsake all others on their wedding day and he took those promises very seriously. "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I love my wife." He said bluntly, grabbed his jacket and exited the room. Elana watched him leave, knowing his stomach was churning with uneasy emotions but his ego was flattered by her desire for him. His resistance was slowly weakening; he'd spent too much time near her and now he was almost under her spell. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx One month later Xxxxxxxxx Sam was in his office reading copy from one of his regular contributors when he heard a knock at the door and someone talking to his wife. He knew they weren't expecting anybody so he fired off a quick email response and headed downstairs to see who their guest was. He groaned inwardly as he realised that it was Elana. He remembered how good it had felt to have her large breasts pressed up against his chest and hoped his wife didn't see the guilty look that must have crossed his face. "Miss Grey kindly dropped by to give some books to Rachel. I've invited her to stay for dinner." Billie informed him happily, placing an affectionate hand on her husband's arm. Sam smiled thinly, feigning polite welcome. He knew he should have told Billie that Elana had come on to him. They usually told each other everything but he'd been worried that his wife would asked him he'd been tempted and seen through him if he'd said no. Xxxxxxxxx "What are you doing here?" Sam hissed at Elana when Billie went to help Rachel wash up for dinner. "You been avoiding me." She responded with faux petulance and putting on a sad face. "I'm sorry," Sam said, meaning it. He allowed himself to believe he might have misjudged her. He liked to see the best in people. She was young and perhaps had come to say she regretted making advances towards him. "I guess we should just forget the whole thing ever happened." "You don't understand. I'm more than just a nasty pricktease, flaunting my hot body right in front of you. You liked it, I know you did." She confided to him. "I'm going to make you fuck me and once you do you'll be back for more, betraying your wife over and over again. Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd thought she'd been attracted to him even though he was taken and acted inappropriately but he was just beginning to understand how much of a wicked slut she was, calculatingly attempting to seduce him every step of the way. "You tried to get me to cheat on my wife!" He growled, wishing somehow he could remove her from his house without causing an incident. He glanced around; checking neither Rachel nor Billie could hear their conversation. He felt sick that he kept this from his wife and now he was resorting to whispering behind her back. He blamed Elana for making it come to this. He felt his anger rising and normally he was pretty easy-going. His powerlessness just exacerbated it. He clenched and unclenched his fist uselessly and unconsciously started pacing the floor. He couldn't get his head around how this seemingly nice young woman could actually be a home wrecking slut. Caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice as Elana reached up under her skirt and wriggled her hips as she lowered her panties over her ass and down to the floor. She threw the skimpy garment at Sam, just as his family's footsteps could be heard. Sam didn't have time to speak before they were coming through door and he hastily shoved the offending lace in the pocket of his pants. He didn't want Billie to see his flushed cheeks so he turned and started to set the table. Underlying his impotent anger he was aroused despite of himself. He couldn't help thinking about Elana sitting down at his family's table her shaved pussy exposed beneath her skirt, her panties burning a hole in his pants achingly close to his crotch. What kind of man was turned on by a slut insinuating herself into a happy family? He hadn't thought he was that guy but his semi-hard cock proved he was. Xxxxxxxxxx Sam barely spoke during dinner, silently fuming as his mind raced. When he discovered Elana's foot between his legs he forced it away and he glared at her. It angered him that Billie was completely falling for the wholesome act. His wife would never believe, even if he told her now, that Elana was a manipulative bitch trying to seduce him. "Don't..." He growled when Billie got up to fetch something. Elana just smirked. "So, how are you liking our town?" Billie asked, eager to make Elana feel welcome in her home. This delighted the girl, who had every intention of being a nasty home wrecking whore. Her whole body was alive with anticipation of eventually fucking Sam in the bed he shared with his wife. "I love it." Elana said, going on to detail her discovery of a great diner down by the bay and a beautiful nature trail she'd taken over the bluffs. She informed Billie of other places she'd lived and how none of them compared to simple idyll she found here. Even as she spoke her stocking clad foot had made its way between Sam's thighs again and she was using her toes to massage him, exploring him and knowing now that the decent family man was very nicely endowed. She shot him a smug looked as eventually Sam gave up trying to fend her off. She exalted at her little victory over him. She was too persistent and he had to admit what she was doing under the table felt really good. She watched as he bit his lower lip and she knew he was trying not to moan from the pleasure she was giving him. "Have you got a boyfriend yet?" "There is a guy I like and he knows it too but he's playing... hard... to get at the moment." Elana answered, suppressing a dirty giggle. Sam grimaced at the emphasis on that word but Billie hadn't seemed to have noticed. She knew he could hardly cause a scene or even stand; her toes running up and down his shaft had caused his cock to swell to full hardness in his pants. Elana enjoyed watching him squirm as she chatted away with his wife and daughter as their husband and father was seduced beneath their noses. "I find that hard to believe. Well if you want him keep at it and I'm sure he'll be yours in no time." Billie advised, causing Sam to nearly choke on the food he was barely eating. xxxxxxxxxxx "I hate to be an imposition but I was wondering if Sam could drive me home?" Elana asked, putting on her most ingratiating smile. "Of course he will, won't you Sam?" Billie replied easily. She liked the young teacher and found her charming. Her conversation meant that she'd hardly noticed the change in her husband. It didn't hurt that Rachel adored her and she hoped she'd retain the love of learning her teacher was instilling. "Sure." Sam croaked, his voice hoarse, surreptitiously untucking his shirt to disguise the erection that was uncomfortably hard in his boxers. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx "What the hell were you playing at? In front of my wife and daughter?!" Sam spat as soon as they were in the secluded drive, out of sight of the house. He pushed her roughly against the hood of the car. "Ahhh..." Elana grinned, enjoying the slight discomfort of being manhandled. "You're fucking unbelievable!" He raged, gripping her wrist hard enough to hurt her. Usually he was so mild mannered and easy going but he'd never been so provoked. With her free hand Elana reached down and started fondling his cock. "It turns you on to hurt me, doesn't it? You're so fucking hard!" Sam turned away in disgust but there was truth in her words. Some dark part of his mind had liked watching the pain flicker across her face. He'd never treated a woman like that before but she deserved it for what she was doing, the man she was trying to turn him into. "You can do all the dirty, nasty things to me you've always dreamed of...all the things your boring wife would never let you do..." "Get in the fucking car." He instructed firmly before walking over to the driver's side. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx They arrived at Elana's apartment. Sam shot out and yanked open the door and pulled out his smirking passenger. In one fluid moment she grabbed his head, pulled it down to hers and slipped her tongue between his teeth. She smiled as, rather than push her away he pushed her up against the vehicle and stuck his own tongue in her mouth. The kiss was hot and heavy, without a trace of tenderness. She knew he'd never kissed his wife like this, so wet steamy and hungry. They were competing for dominance, not even trying to breathe as the tips of their tongues twisted and played against the other. She was gasping for air as he roughly squeezed her tits, groping her as he pressed his body against hers. "Oh God...I haven't been...able to stop thinking about...your tits..." He growled, passed the point of caring that he was making out with a woman who was not his wife. The street was dark and secluded but there could still have been passers-by to witness him engaged in this illicit behaviour. He could feel her slender hands at his waist unbuckling his belt and he made no move to stop her. She slipped his pants down over his butt and directed her hand down into his boxers, closing it around his throbbing manhood. He trembled at the warmth of her touch and what it meant. Strangely it helped to clarify exactly what he was doing and about to do and his mind rebelled. "No..." He panted. "I can't do this..." "You can't go home like this," Elana said persuasively. "You're so fucking horny. What would you tell your wife?" "I'm not going to fuck you." He spat out, remembering how much he despised this woman for what she was doing to him and the man he was becoming under her influence. "Just a dirty, little blowjob..." Elana coaxed softly, compromising to placate him. He was so close to succumbing now and she had to have his cock or she'd die. She'd rather it deep inside her sopping cunt but could make do with giving him head along as she could swallow his cum. "It'll be our little secret...." Sam numbly let her lead him behind a tree, out of sight. He ran a hand through his hair as she dropped to her knees and planted her face in his crotch, running her hands over where his cock was tenting his boxers. His mind couldn't believe he was letting her do this but he was thinking solely with his dick now. He stared down at her angelic face, brushing away her long golden locks so he could watch as her lips closed round the head of his penis. She was expertly playing with his heavy balls as little by little each of his eight inches disappeared inside her mouth and her nose was buried in the dark curls at the base. "Oh...shit..." He exclaimed as she began to noisily gag on his Johnson, her head bobbing up and down with a gusto he'd never experienced before. Billie performed oral sex on him with sweet affection so he'd had no idea how amazing it could feel to be sucked off hard and fast. Without think he'd widened his stance and started moving his hips, resting his hand on the back of her head. With a pang of guilt he noticed the wedding ring on his left hand but his base desire to cum overrode his better judgment. How was he going to look his wife in the eye after this? It didn't matter. Elana was rapidly fingering her pussy, rubbing her clit hard. She was so turned on by giving Sam his first taste of infidelity. He'd try to fight it but he was slowly being corrupted; soon his unfaithful cock would be inside her, the wife he loved forgotten. "Ahhh...yeah..." He groaned. He knew was going to cum soon. There was no way he could hold back from exploding, his balls felt like they were going to burst. Billie had never made him want to cum so fast; Elana was a much better cocksucker. He gave in then as his mind recoiled from that thought. He shut down his brain as he ejaculated powerful jets of his semen all over Elana's lips, cheeks and nose. She smiled up at him beatifically and he had to fight the urge to slap her as he pulled up his jeans and struggled to catch his breath. "You got what you wanted. I cheated on my wife with you. Now leave me the fuck alone." He hissed, before striding over to the car and driving off. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Sam, this chick is bad news." Paul warned his brother. His mind was still trying to comprehend the information that Sam had shared with him. He'd always thought Sam, a committed family man, had the perfect marriage. Billie was a fantastic woman and they were so happy together. He'd been slightly jealous of that steady contentment until he'd found Caroline. "You need to stay away from her." "I know!" Sam yelled, impatiently pacing the floor. Didn't his brother understand that he knew that? Maybe he shouldn't have told him but he'd needed to tell somebody. He knew he'd made a mistake with Elana and the guilt had been eating him up for days. Even Billie had noted how distracted he'd become lately. "You love Billie." "Of course I do!" Sam cried, nearly punching his sibling's lights for stating the obvious. If anything he loved her even more now, having come close to betraying her. " Billie's the only woman I've ever wanted. I never even used to look at other woman... until she came along....but now it's like I can't stop thinking about her." "She's really that hot?" Paul enquired amazed. This woman would have to be to come between Sam and Billie. Only an irresistible seductress could have even tempted Sam to risk losing his family that meant everything to him. Sam nodded slowly. "Do you want to be with her again?" "No...of course not." He argued but after a second 's hesitation he was ashamed of. "I don't want to be unfaithful." He said truthfully. It wasn't just the sanctity of marriage he valued; he knew he had a good one and didn't want to lose it. Nobody got him like Billie did. "Then don't. You're not the first married guy to fool around, you made a small mistake" Paul suggested. His brother didn't need him judging him right now. "but just keep her hands off you. You're a good guy Sam, just remember that." "Thanks." Sam smiled, manfully hugging his younger brother. He felt reassured that his temporary lapse in fidelity was just a one-time thing. He'd been ruthlessly provoked and given into his physical needs caught up in the heat of the moment but his heart and mind still belonged to the mother of his child. He'd been tricked by the kindergarten teacher's cherubic façade and she'd caught him off guard. Now he knew exactly what kind of devious, man-hungry slut Elana really was she'd never be able to betray his wife again. Xxxxxxxxxxxxx Elana peeked through the blinds of her classroom. Sam was sat in his car by the school gates. It had been months since Elana had sucked his dick on her front lawn and ever since Rachel's dad had waited for her to come out rather than coming to get her. In a few more weeks the little girl would no longer be her pupil as she got ready to move into first grade. For the first time ever Elana began to wonder if she'd ever get her hands on her intended victim. She resentfully admired his power to resist her. He must really love his wife to reject the hot nubile body she'd flaunted at him over and over again. Elana felt ashamed in front of her fellow sisters at the Jezebel society. She'd told them all about Sam and put up his profile on the website and now nothing had come of it. In her last school she'd seduced a married teacher and gotten him hooked on depraved sex, including bondage and rape fantasies at this stage. WACFYM Ch. 06 Elana had hoped to be invited to dinner again but Sam must have talked his wife out of it somehow. He was never going to give her another chance to try and seduce him. She was too ashamed to tell her fellow sluts that she'd taken to stalking Sam and his family. She'd secretly follow them around the mall or on walks around the woods, like a deranged person. Each time Sam kissed Billie, or held her hand in little public displays of affection she grew even more jealous of their intimacy and closeness. She couldn't even tell herself she'd damaged their relationship in any way. As was normal the society had installed hidden cameras in the Freeman's home but Elana couldn't bring herself to watch what was recorded. She couldn't bear to watch. No matter how much she tried to console herself with thoughts of him thinking about her as he made love to his wife she couldn't convince herself. Sam and his wife had a very healthy sex life, if a little conservative. She had some small satisfaction knowing that her long term project of influencing Rachel's young mind. The girl had been been so sweet and innocent at the start of term but Elana's words had slowly crept into her subconscious. There was a budding arrogance to her now, encouraged by Elana's constant reiteration of how special she was. Elana hoped her developing slyness would only grow over the years. Elana was about to turn away from the window despondently. But she glanced back just in time to see one of the attractive moms walk pass Sam's car. With a feeling of hope Elana noticed that the young dad turned his head slightly to check out the sway of the woman's ass as she walked.