M x f x m Netorare cheating clueless impregnation
Description: Nero begins cheating on her husband with their boss and she loves it. It doesn't help that her husband is so trusting and absolutely clueless even when they are having sex right in front of him.
Tag: Cheating, netorare, clueless, pregnancy, impregnated.
They were finally alone.
Nero was over the moon about it. It had been a busy month here at the shop, but the stars had aligned this afternoon. Jey, her husband, not only had the day off, but was going to do some errands for the weapon shop, probably going to get some new display cases for the newest made dirks. All that was important was Nero and Astolfo were alone.
And when they were alone, the shop got closed. Sure, it was open occasionally when they partook in heavily physical, panting, sweaty activities, mostly because of the thrill of doing sordid sexual deviant behavior when a client was none the wiser, but today they just wanted to go at it like two dogs in frothing heat. It would be impossible to conceal the whimpering, mewling moans that tore from the lusty mouth of Nero.
"God, Jey can't do it the way you can," Nero whimpered. The music of Astolfo's sword hilting itself echoed throughout the shop without care or concern.
Astolfo smiled. At first, he wasn't quite keen on making comments about the young husband, but he had grown accustomed to it and suspected, quite accurately, that Nero had a certain special joy for the degradation. Astolfo would be more concerned, but frankly, Jey had it good in literally every other department, so this one little blemish wasn't that bad. Besides, degrading him was the least of concerns given he ravaged his wife, many times right in front of Jey -- without his knowledge, of course.
"Oh yeah? Is that why you find yourself dripping wet for my cock? Husband can't do it like I can?"
"No, no he can't. He could never fuck me the way you can."
They went on that way as they fucked on the desk in the Weapon Shop owner's office.
The door opened. They didn't hear it. They did, however, hear with absolute certainty the jingling of the bell that announced visitors.
They froze for a moment. Only a moment. The heavy fucking stopped, but the sex did not. His cock slipped out of her wet, drooling pussy only to slide right back in, resting in Nero's tight little tunnel of love. Each thrust plumbed Nero's pussy, leaking vaginal juices down her long legs.
"Did you lock the door?" Nero said.
"I thought you did," the strong, slightly built shop owner said, not bothering to whisper.
"Hello!?" The voice called out absently.
"Its Jey!" Nero's voice was not afraid, not even concerned, but rather heady with delight. She couldn't deny it in herself - the prospect of being caught by her oblivious husband, of forcing him to watch as Astolfo plowed her from behind. There was no seeing the shock, the betrayal, the hurt on his face for a second time.
But the first - that, she could imagine forever. The idea had sung her to many a sticky sleep.
"How lucky are we?" Astolfo teased with a thrust. That wasn't the only teasing he was doing, of course. His tough, calloused hands squeezed that white, lush, perky bubble ass, possessive and dominant. The hands themselves disappeared under Nero's green and orange dress. Her bike shorts were pulled down to just below her thighs and the hem of the dress was hiked up to the small of her back. The only thing keeping it elevated was their two bodies rustling together. The long dress draped down like an upside down U, just enough room to connect Astolfo's cock right into that pussy.
Right next to them hung a sheet kept back by a rope not unlike a theater curtain. It separated the counter from the supply closet, in which Astolfo was standing to fuck Nero. A panel in the countertop sat on a hinge below it, and a swinging half-door hung below that. If necessary, all it would take was a quick yank on the rope to hide Astolfo from view. Only Nero would be visible, bent over the panel like she was resting.
It was so easy. They could fuck in public and almost nobody would notice.
"Very lucky." Nero's eyes lit with passion. There was nothing that could disrupt this moment for them.
"Sweetie? Astolfo?" Jey called out, clueless as ever. Hopelessly clueless. Nero's grip on the counter tightened even so. It would be so easy to discover the two of them at their cuckoldry.
The rocking motions creaked the wood. Nero blushed at that sound. It was the universal calling card to bring Jey's attention right to where they were. They could have played possum, waited for Jey to leave, and continued jackhammering away all day in the comfort of their solitude.
But that wouldn't be as fun. Not for someone who had once fingered Nero to a messy orgasm while on the phone with Jey, his fingers busy in her cunt while she clasped her hands over her mouth and struggled not to moan.
They started rocking again, and the floor started creaking again. Astolfo, issuing the calling card. Jey would surely hear these motions. The shop owner repositioned himself, widening his stance, to get a good heavy thrust right up into that pussy, making Nero feel it. This didn't cause a commotion on the floor, but Nero had no choice but to gasp in wanton delight. She couldn't keep it hidden. The soul-numbing girth of that cock as it plowed inside her demanded a response.
"I am... up here, dear." Nero gasped, suppressing a moan. Now Jey knew they were upstairs. There was no denying it, and she needed to play along to get along, as it were. It was the same every time - with Jey blissfully oblivious to this state of affairs - but Nero could never shake the fear that one day she and Astolfo might go too far for even her husband to overlook.
Nor did she want to. That was half the fun - the threat, the possibility, the vision of Jey's face when he found out.
Jey walked up the stairs, the narrow stairwell acting as an amplifier for the fucking sounds -- both creaks and moans given more substance and life. He glanced at the walls, trying to discern where the noises were coming from. He figured he really ought to get someone to check the walls for pests. There was no way those sounds were coming from the building settling.
Then again, maybe there was. What did he know about architecture?
Upstairs, Nero was bent down ever so slightly, her hand on the doorknob to steady herself. Behind her and completely out of view was Astolfo, rutting himself deep inside her cunt. He was completely out of sight. The door cracked open so that Jey could see Nero peeking out from the supply closet. But nothing else was visible. Astolfo had deftly pulled the rope and let the curtain fall, hiding himself even as he slowed his thrusts to a more gentle, less brain-scrambling pace.
"I thought I heard you up here." Jey said, completely oblivious. He had stopped at the top of the stairs, not even making any movement to go inside the office.
"I thought you were going to ... Mmmm... Ahhh... Buy some things... Weren't you supposed to be gone all day?" Nero said, both her hands now clutching at the door below her, making sure it didn't swing out and dump her onto the floor. She used the door to support herself as she was fucked doggy style. Astolfo was finding a harder rhythm again, impatient after even that short pause.
"Oh, yeah. Place was closed. I went out to train for the impending invasion. Someone has got to fight them aliens when they come." Jey said it so fluidly, so casually, that it almost sounded true. Nobody believed his stories, not even Nero, but as his wife she did entertain the prospect. Some things you just had to leave alone.
"Oh, that is nice, sweetie." Her startlingly blonde hair, usually pristine and delicately arranged, was erratic and messy from the wild rutting she and the shop owner had engaged in. He always worked up a nice, sweet sweat, but Nero didn't sweat as profusely as Astolfo did. The only telltale indication of their sexploitation was the ruffled appearance that was completely counter to her normal elegant grace.
"Yep." Jey stretched and raised himself up on his toes. "Man, you know, I was kind of tired today, but a good workout wakes me right up."
"Yeah, same," Nero said. She steadied herself on one arm and brought her other hand back to straighten her hair. She'd barely managed to tuck herself back into place on the right side when Astolfo hilted himself particularly quick and deep. Veins along her neck bulged as she held down a gasp.
Jey made eye contact with his wife as she leaned through the curtain. Such trust in his eyes, Nero thought. Such love. She'd never find anything else like it. It was so fun to play with.
He looked into her eyes like they were prized jewels. He could look at them all day and never get tired of the way that the light glittered in them, the way she could still look demurely up at him with all the innocence of their wedding night.
"Looks like you're tired too, huh? Long day in the shop? Astolfo in?"
Oh, he was in all right. He gave a nearly inaudible chuckle from behind Nero, and she silently pleaded for him to stop.
Nero raised her head to look properly at Jey, smiled at him. It was astonishing. Anyone could look at Nero and see her skirt bunched up just below the curtain, see the sweat slipping down her perfect face, see a woman in the throes of sex from some unseen lover.
Anyone except Jey. He just saw his wife slumped over the counter, face flushed and hair disheveled, and figured she'd been working extra hard. Which, in fact, she had. In several senses.
Nero did her best to ignore Astolfo gently pistoning in and out of her. "Yeah," she said, injecting nonchalance into her voice. "I was doing some deep cleaning before you got here." That at least was true. The counter was spotless, and the weapons sparkled - not a hint of dust on them. Sure, it hadn't taken that much effort - she cleaned regularly, after all - but Jey figured she must have noticed something he hadn't.
Wouldn't have been the first time.
"Yeah, real deep," Astolfo muttered under his breath.
"Shh!" Nero said, studiously avoiding turning her head.
"What's up?" Jey asked, cocking his.
"Nothing," Nero said. "Just... a cramp. That was a cramp noise."
"Maybe you should stand up? Lie down? Can I get you anything?" Jey was always so thoughtful. Poor bastard.
