Its Just A Pt 09

Author's note:

The goal of this series of cumulative vignettes is to briefly (in 1000 words or less) capture the tension that rises right until the moment of an erotic coupling... which is then purposefully left unresolved. The emphasis is more on the buildup than on the climax, so keep that in mind as you play along!

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The only reason I heard my phone ringing was because I happened to be sprawled out on top of the dining room table, which is where I'd placed my phone when we first walked through the door.

Momentarily panicked as to who might be calling, I turned to look at the caller ID:

Cassidy

. Normally I would never answer the phone in that kind of situation, but feeling extra naughty in the moment, I tapped the green button and put it on speaker.

"Hey," I grunted.

Cassidy sounded confused by the brevity of my response. "Um, hi... it's Cassidy. Hey, I was just calling because I knew you were scheduled to work with my boyfriend this morning. His training was only supposed to be 45 minutes, so I expected him home by now... but he's not here yet. Do you know where Steven might be?"

I had just fully broken my marriage covenant and I no longer had a care in the world. Laughing, I responded: "Yeah, I do - he's fucking inside of me right now. He's fucking me on my dining room table."

There was silence on the other end of the line for quite some time... which allowed me to re-focus on the ecstatic feeling of Steven's cock ramming into my unfaithful pussy again and again. We'd been at it for almost 45 minutes at that point, and although we'd both had several orgasms already, my suddenly-ravenous sexual appetite was still not fulfilled.

Cassidy's voice eventually interrupted my erotic bliss once again: "Wait - are you serious?"

Steven's deafness prohibited him from hearing our conversation, but he'd also seen the caller ID and had been fucking me harder ever since I answered it. My answer to Cassidy's question was jolted by a particularly powerful thrust: "Unnhhh FUCK!!... yes, Cassidy, fucking serious, he's totally fucking me right now with his big strong cock... unhhh... oh it feels so fucking good to have my pussy pounded by his huge fucking cock..."

"BITCH!!!" Cassidy's scream interrupted my experiential description. "It was one thing for me to let you suck his dick... it's totally different to spread your legs for him."

"Oops," I laughed. "Sorry - it just kind of happened. Apparently we're sharing him now."

Cassidy was not amused: "

Apparently

, I also have your husband's phone number, and I'm sure he would love to know what's happening at home right now..."

FUCK!!

That word suddenly took on a dramatically different meaning. I raised my hand to make Steven stop, and grabbed the phone to talk more directly to Cassidy: "Listen - it's just a mistake. I promise you I had no intentions of this happening. You can't tell my husband, it would crush him."

Silence.

"Cassidy?" I asked nervously.

"What," she retorted.

"Cassidy, please don't say anything to him. What can I do to make it up to you?"

More silence. Seeing that I had become completely disengaged, Steven pulled out of me. In addition to feeling the ache of his cock no longer filling up my pussy, I also felt a river of cum rush out of me onto the table.

I'll have to clean that up later

, I thought to myself.

Cassidy answered my question: "Let me fuck him."

Since Steven had walked over to me so I could lick our juices off his rock-hard cock, he was very much on my mind. "Okay, sure," I told Cassidy. Half-jokingly, I added, "Let me clean him up first."

"Not him." Cassidy's tone was strong. "Your husband."

"What?!?" I quickly sat up, to the disappointment of Steven and his dirty cock that had been awaiting my tongue. "No way."

Cassidy responded quickly: "Fine. Then I'm calling him."

"NO!" I shouted. "Ugh... Cassidy, I don't even think he would go for that."

"Why not?" Cassidy replied. "I already sucked his dick twice - you would know, you were there both times."

"Yes, but that's different," I groaned.

"Right - just like it's different for you to go from sucking my boyfriend's dick to opening your thighs for him." Cassidy paused for a moment, but then continued: "Even better - since you're doing that behind my back, I think I would like to fuck your husband in front of your face. It'd then be harder for him to object, too, knowing that you'd be watching."

I was speechless.

In my stunned silence, Cassidy pressed the issue: "Deal? I'm calling your husband either way - but I'm either telling him that you want to watch the two of us fuck each other, or I'm telling him that you just fucked my boyfriend behind our backs."

I felt trapped... but I knew the second option had no positive outcome. "Fine," I relented.

I could almost hear Cassidy's smile in the tone of her voice: "Mmm, wonderful. I'll text you later to figure out the details."

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The details of what Cassidy later carefully scripted almost made me regret my decision:

Maybe it would've just been easier to tell my husband I cheated on him

.

'Script' was an appropriate word for it, because she was arranging everything as if it was a movie shoot... and indeed, she wanted to set up a camera in the corner of our bedroom to film the whole thing. While the scene unfolded, I was to be tied up to a chair in the corner - naked, bound by the ankles and hands, and with a gag in my mouth so I couldn't verbally object. The scene would begin with Cassidy lying naked on our bed and warming herself up - and then, when she called for him, my husband would enter the room. As she had earlier fantasized, they'd start by him laying on top of her: his cock in her mouth, and his mouth in her pussy. "After that," Cassidy had said, "it's free play."

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When the day arrived, we took our positions; when Cassidy called my husband to come in and fuck her, I cringed behind my gag.