Cheating Husband Harry - 750 Words

The kids were playing ball with the neighbors when Harry came to pick them up. He didn't mind waiting. Janine was wearing the same blouse as last time and he enjoyed the show.

"Hope you don't mind my asking," he said, gesturing to her cleavage. "Did you have work done?"

"Same old sad sacks, Harry. Trying out a new bra."

"Not sad at all, Janine. They always look good. Just different tonight. That's all."

She crossed her arms. "I thought you liked flat-chested girls. Like your new wife, Olive Oyl?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Her name is Amber, thank you. Don't blame her for us not working out. You know she didn't have anything to do with it."

"I'm sorry, Harry. Just... sometimes I think about you and her and she's so skinny and I'm so fat and disgusting."

"No, no, honey." Harry came up behind his ex-wife and put his arms around her. "You're still very beautiful. As beautiful as the girl I took to prom."

"You're a terrible liar. I look nothing like that girl."

"No, you look even better today." He ran his hands over her shoulder and across her stomach. "I'm sure there are a lot of guys who are dreaming of being this close to you."

"No..." She shut her eyes and leaned back on him.

"Yeah..." He grazed the cups of her bra with his open palm. "And this lovely chest of yours. That must be some bra you're wearing."

"You miss these things, don't you."

"Yeah, I do," he replied and gave one a gentle squeeze while kissing her softly on the neck.

"Why don't we go upstairs so you can have a closer look."

He raced her to the bedroom they once shared. Harry loved his wife but damn, he would bark like a dog to touch Janine's beautiful boobies again.

He sat on the bed while she removed her jewelry. Then she painstakingly unbuttoned her blouse. His mouth fell open as her shirt dropped away behind her and her heavy, lycra-clad breasts hove into view. She put her fingertips under the bottom edge of the bra and lifted so he could see the pale skin of her underboob.

He loved this thing she did, slowly lifting the cups of her bra so more and more of her milky flesh was exposed until he could see just a hint of her brown areolas. He couldn't take it any more and put his arms around her waist.

He kissed and nibbled at the soft skin of her breasts, fumbling eagerly at the clasps of her brassiere. He finally succeeded and homed in on her nipples, suckling first one, then the other. Then he mashed her breasts together to lick and suck both of them at once and nuzzle his face between them.

"You wanna fuck 'em, Harry?" She whispered.

"Hell yeah!" He replied and jumped up to tear off his pants.

She lay down on the bed, one arm holding her boobs in place, the other reaching for a bottle of moisturizer. While he straddled her, his stiff dick bobbing comically, she squirted a generous dollop of lotion between her tits.

He leered down at her and rested his penis in her happy valley. She pushed her boobs together and he began thrusting between them, the tip of his dick poking out from the top of her cleavage. She closed her eyes and let her head sink into the pillow. He gripped the headboard and surrendered to the pleasure.

He watched her fingertips find her own nipples and caress them while he abused her sweater mounds. Occasionally he would push a little extra so his dick would tap her on the chin or the cheek or her lips. Several times when he started to drag she spit on his cock to keep him lubed up. He could feel himself get even harder when she did that.

His breath was getting short and he heard her murmur, "Pearl necklace."

"Hell yeah!" He grunted and she looked left when he started to come, thrusting now just enough to leave a lacy trail of semen on her neck while she turned her head slowly from left to right.

She didn't wipe off the new decoration he gave her. Just let it dry on her skin while they dressed and went downstairs to wait for the kids.

'Poor Amber,' he thought as he drove his children home, ZZ-Top on the stereo.

"Pearl necklace! She wanna pearl necklace!"