Cheating Slut From My Hometown

This is the fourteenth story of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.

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Shelby

About a week after I first fucked Gabby (a previous story -Prim and Proper Part 1), I went back to my hometown about an hour away for a Super Bowl party that included some old friends from high school. I hadn't seen this crew in twenty plus years. Three guys and five girls from part of a larger crew that raised some hell together back in the day were able to make it to the party.

I had hooked up with two of the girls in the group back then and in the college years that followed. Janet, who I fucked about three or four times back in the day, and Shelby, who I fingered to an orgasm one time before we passed out on a couch together after a party.

They were both married now, but Shelby was clearly unhappily married. She had always been loud and brash, and as the drinks flowed, so did her mouth. At one pointed she was talking about how she got her pussy waxed earlier in the day, then added "not like anyone sees it!" It was meant to be funny and we all laughed, but I could tell there was a lingering unhappiness there.

At the end of the night, we all vowed to keep in touch, and a few days later I texted Shelby and asked if she wanted to meet for lunch.

A week later, we met halfway between or homes, had a drink and some more laughs. I eventually asked about her marriage, and she explained that they just didn't connect anymore, basically lived their own lives, she was pretty lonely. As we approached her car when we were leaving, I grabbed her and planted a pretty solid kiss on her, and she received it without protest.

When it was over, she said, "I think we have some unfinished business, don't we?"

I knew she was talking about the night on the couch some 20 or 25 years prior, so I said, "For sure, at a minimum you owe me a handjob."

She laughed and said, "It's a date!"

We arranged to have her come up the next weekend that I was free. Her husband pays no attention to where she goes, so it wouldn't be a problem.

She arrived about 7:00 pm on a Friday. There was very little pretense about why she was there. We started kissing as soon as she walked in, and we went right to my bedroom.

Shelby was on the shorter side, dark hair, very cute but not what you'd call very pretty. She's a year older than me, and she used to have a great body, but between two kids and a bad marriage and lots of alcohol, she'd lost some of her shape. Her tits though, very big and fake.

When we were all out together, she was drunk and over-shared how her husband hadn't eaten her pussy in five years, and same was true for her sucking his dick, and that she really missed both. No oral for five years? I couldn't believe it. So I was determined that I'd give her some quality pussy eating.

As soon as I got her pants off, the memory of the time I fingered her came rushing back. Her pussy had a very distinct smell, not particularly unpleasant, but not exactly pleasant either. I wasn't looking forward to this, but I had to do it now. So down I went. I thought, do you best work early and get her off and get out.

Fortunately, this plan worked fine, the combination of five years of frustration combined with my cunnilingus skills, and she was coming in no time. Problem was, she wanted more. So, she held my head in place for another orgasm. I got used to the unusual smell and taste, but it wasn't something I wanted to do all the time.

After she came twice, I decided that she needed to pay the price for that display of dominance. I moved up and shoved my cock between her big tits, then into her mouth and down her throat. Maybe she was expecting to give a loving blowjob like she hadn't done in five years, but instead she was getting her throat fucked. I hoped her throat knew how to open wide.

Her eyes got big as I drove deeper into her mouth and nudged at the back of her throat until it opened and I was fucking her deeply. I could've come, but I wanted to fuck her today because I had no idea how this might play on her conscience, and I was afraid she wouldn't come back and I'd miss my chance.

By now she was eagerly deep throating me, and gave a little whimper of sadness when I pulled out. I nudged myself up higher and dropped my balls in her mouth, a classic tea bag. I let her bathe my balls with her mouth for a bit, then moved down, grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs wide and back, and brutally drove my cock into her in one motion.

She hadn't said how long it's been since she had sex, I figured maybe once every few months of drunk duty sex, but the look on her face when I buried my cock to the max told me it had been longer than that. She wasn't tight necessarily, but it was clear that her lady parts had been out of use for quite some time.

She didn't take long to adjust to the invasion, or rather maybe I didn't give her time to adjust. I started pounding away immediately, legs pinned back and heels over her head, I was merciless.

After a good couple minutes of fucking her this way, I flipped her over. She assumed the doggy style position on her hands and knees, but I was in charge, so I pushed her flat onto her stomach, her round bubble ass sticking up and tramp stamp tattoo on her lower back staring at me. I straddled her ass cheeks and shoved my cock back onto her. Leaning forward, I held her down by the shoulders and shoved her face into the pillows while I had my way with her. I wanted her to feel dirty and like she was being used, and I held her down and fucked her with long, hard strokes.

I eventually sat up straight, which caused her ass to raise up and her cheeks to spread. I was looking right down at her asshole. I worked up some saliva and spit forcefully down into her asshole.

The first attempt missed by an inch and landed just next to her asshole, so I spit again and hit a bullseye! Shelby moaned and I shoved my thumb in and worked my spit into her ass while I continued to fuck her. Finally, I could feel the cum building, so I leaned forward again, holding her down by the back of the neck and yanking on her hair a bit. I came with a groan and unloaded inside her, telling her to "take my cum." I learned all my weight on her after I came and laid there for a bit.

Finally, I got up, grabbed a towel and cleaned myself off, then threw it to (at) her so she could wipe herself off. I was treating her like a whore, and she had no problem with it.

She said, "Wow, I should have fucked you in high school!"

So, I treated Shelby like a slut for about six weeks. She'd walk into my house and I'd push her right to her knees or rip her pants off and bend her over my couch. I'd spit on her and call her a slut. Fuck her ass without any lube or prep. Shoot my cum on her wherever I felt like it and let her lay there and clean it up herself. She loved it, never complained.

It was fun, but I had no feelings for her, so after a month and a half or so I told her to go back to her husband. She was pissed of course, but thankfully not a crazy spiteful person. As far as I know she is still married, and I saw some pix of a trip they took, so all must be well.