The Door Is Still Open

I don't have much to complain about, at 32 years old I can say that my life is really good and a lot of it is thanks to my husband, Paul, who has definitely changed everything. When we first met, I was a single mother of a 6-year-old son, I smoked cigarettes and drank a lot, I had a shitty job and I struggled to make ends meet. Today I'm a housewife giving up smoking, I only drink socially and I only have to worry about my son's education and taking care of my body. I go to the gym almost every day, I've lost a bit of my belly, I've slimmed my waist and my ass, which was already big, is now firmer and rounder. I've been going to the salon every week to get my nails done and make my brown hair look as nice as possible, leaving the bills entirely to my man.

Honestly, I don't know how a calm, straightforward guy like Paul managed to fall in love with a woman as explosive and stressed as me. When we went out for the first time, I thought it was going to be another one of those many dates I've been on based on going to a restaurant or a bar and then having sex all night, or rather, having sex until my partner got tired, since not all men can withstand the storm that I am in bed, but Paul not only put up with me, he called me the next day and kept wanting to meet me more often, until I found myself completely in love with him, just as he was with me. We only had a year of dating, a few months of engagement and now we're about to celebrate four years of marriage. My son really loves his stepfather and I'm very happy about that. They play video games, ride bikes and play sports like soccer. During this time together, Paul has been much more present in Ben's life than his asshole father, Jefferson.

I met Jeff (as his friends call him) on a trip I took to another state 10 years ago and how can I explain? It was truly crazy. When our eyes met, the hormones just had to jump out of our bodies. We had sex from the first to the last day of my trip, in every possible position and in every place in the city that he took me to see. I knew he was an asshole the day I met him, but as I thought he would just be a guy who would fuck me for the whole trip, I took it in my stride. I just didn't expect that I would be stuck with him for the rest of my life, as I lost control during the act and allowed him to cum inside my pussy a few times and I paid the price. A few weeks later I found out I was pregnant and although I was sure it was Jefferson's, he only believed me after we did the DNA test. I had, or worse, still have, a huge hard-on for that idiot and what annoys me is that as well as being a scoundrel, he's not even that good-looking, especially compared to my husband who is a prince not only in his attitudes but also in his appearance, while my ex is more like those Disney villains, skinny, with right angles to his face and a big nose. Maybe my vision of him is altered by anger, but you can imagine how he looks.

It was supposed to be just another day when Jefferson came from his home state to spend the weekend with Ben, as he usually did every two months. When I was single, we always ended up having sex since he slept at my house at the time and even when our son grew up and he stayed in a hotel, that idiot always found a way to fuck me. But ever since I met Paul, it's been so different that we've never been alone again. Until that day...

After doing my housework, I took a nice hot shower and started to get ready. I put on a white thong that weren't my sexiest, but still looked great on my ass, and on top I opted for a nipple covers, since I was wearing a flowery summer dress that left a lot of my back showing, it's not long, but it's not that short either, it almost reached my knees. Some basic make-up and a pair of flats with a small heel and that was it, I was once again beautiful enough for Jefferson to see the woman he'd lost, but not enough for him to think I was trying to seduce him. Not that I need to do much for that. It was then that I received the following message:

Jefferson: I'm coming.

I was obviously taken by surprise, he was supposed to arrive later when Benjamin and Paul were at home. When I asked why he was arriving early, he replied with a few clumsy answers and I ended up letting him. My heart pounded with anxiety, as I said, it had been a long time since we'd been alone and I was afraid he'd try something with me and I'd give in. I've never cheated on my husband, I'm not going to cheat now, and I'm not going to cheat with that dumbass.

"I'm a mature and married woman, that me from years ago no longer exists." That's what I mistakenly thought when I heard the doorbell ring.

I went to answer it and when I opened the door he was standing outside with a smile on his face. He was dressed up, a simple white shirt, light blue jeans and running shoes. I know the guy well enough to know that the smile indicated some intention behind it, especially as his "Hello, Rachel" came with a series of compliments about my appearance, my dress and my perfume. Compliments he always uses, but this time I was determined not to be charmed. I make sure he always sees the big, beautiful house that Paulo provides for me, as well as always attacking his ego by saying how much Benjamin loves his stepfather. It was then, right in front of the closed door of my suite, that we got into a nasty argument, reminiscent of those few days we tried to move in together when our son was born and just like then, our fight ended in sex.

It's hard to explain how it started, our mouths were close as we cursed at each other and suddenly he grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me. I was shocked, while our lips were stuck together, I kept my eyes wide and when our mouths parted, my reaction was simply to ask: "What the fuck are you thinking?" And his response was once again to pull me into a kiss, this time trying to get his tongue inside my mouth and I ended up giving in. Not only did I let his tongue in, but I gave him mine back. That's not to say I was happy about it, I was really pissed off, about the nonsense he'd said to me and for daring to kiss me, but I was mainly pissed off at myself for letting him and, to make matters worse, enjoying it. I gave myself over to that kiss like I used to before I got married. As I said before, the chemistry between Jefferson and me is inexplicable, my body reacts uncontrollably around him and the only thing that has kept me faithful all this time is that I've never been alone with him in recent years. I admit that I'm not really the good wife I've been trying to be, I have my faults and my qualities, it's as if being close to Paul brings out my good side and being with Jefferson darkens my bad side.

Anyway, there I was pressed against the closed door, feeling my ass and back against the wood as I intertwined the fingers of one of my hands in my ex's short hair, not in an affectionate way, but aggressively, as if I were trying to pull out a few strands. He was holding me tightly around my waist, in that grip he knows I like, and I couldn't help but let out a few moans during the kiss, mainly because I could feel his hard cock inside his pants against my belly. And from the way he was squeezing me, I imagine he enjoyed feeling this fitness version of my body.

Suddenly he released his mouth from mine and began to descend with those thin lips, leaving a trail of kisses across my face, chin, neck, breasts and belly over my dress, until he was kneeling in front of me and that's when we made our first eye contact and I said: "I hate you." It was a true sentence from of my heart.

His response only made me angrier and hornier: "I know." And then he slipped under my dress and started kissing the inside of my thigh and my crotch and I could feel his breath around my freshly shaved pussy as he lowered my thong to my heels.

It's a good time to say that in my planning, I was going to have a very nice fuck with my husband when Jefferson took Benjamin, so I was all prepared, even in my fertile period (which explains a lot of what happened that day). Paul and I have been trying to have a child for some time now and still nothing. It seems that fate or God is so ironic that he made me get pregnant by an asshole in a week, but won't let my good husband do the same.

"Suck me off, you son of a bitch." That's what I shouted at him, I couldn't stand him teasing me down there any longer and this is one of the few of my commands that Jefferson obeys. At the first contact of his mouth with my lower lips I shivered, it was a series of soft kisses followed by a series of heavier kisses along with his hands squeezing the outside of my thighs, but what finished me off was when his tongue joined the party. My moans got louder and louder, I even punched the door with so much hatred. "How can that asshole suck my cunt so well?" That's what I thought at that moment as I used one of my hands to press his face harder against my private parts. I soon felt my orgasm coming on and it came just as my ex started sucking my clit, right on my G-spot that he knows so well. I moaned loudly as the spasms took over my body. I came hard, in a way that I hadn't for a long time, I admit. At least in one way Jefferson has to be better than Paul.

The idiot realized when I'd finished cumming, got out from under my dress and when he stood up again, he turned me around abruptly and pushed my back so that I bent over, which I did. I put the palms of my hands on the wood of the door, stuck my ass out at him and felt him lift my dress and leave my ass exposed to his liking. From the time he spent just looking, I assumed he was admiring how much more beautiful and round my butt had become since our last time, and I was sure he felt the firmness when he put his hand on them and squeezed hard. I shivered from the back of my neck to my heels when he said right into my ear: "You'll always be my whore, no matter which playboy you marry, your pussy is mine."

He chose his words well, because I can't deny that I felt like agreeing with him because I was so horny, but I managed to find the strength to give him the order he most likes to receive from me: "Shut up and fuck me, dumbass!"

From the breath in my ear I knew he had given me his smile and then I could hear a belt being unbuckled and a the pants falling to the floor. This time he wasted no time teasing me and shoved his thick cock into my pussy, so thick that no matter how wet I am it always takes me a while to get used to it, even more so after years. The first sounds from my mouth were closer to grunts than moans, my ex started without ceremony and I know him well enough to know that he was as horny as I was. He thrust in and out of me with force, pushing me harder and harder against the door to the point of pressing the side of my face and my chest against the door.

At that moment, my gaze inevitably fell on my wedding ring, something that was supposed to make me come to my senses and end that extramarital act, but only served to make me even wetter. Even I didn't know that I wanted this forbidden act so much. In my peripheral vision I could see a piece of Jefferson, and I even considered turning my face a little and taking a look, but I didn't want to give him that taste. Then he started slapping my ass, God, I love it when a man does that while he's fucking me from behind. Even though I couldn't see it yet, I knew that I already had red marks all over my buttocks and that's when I realized that I couldn't leave that madness with marks, I still intended to have sex with my husband later and it wouldn't be easy to explain that and so I said between my moans: "Stop... stop spanking me... My husband can't see that."

"Do I care?" That was his harsh reply and I didn't expect anything different.

That's when I turned a little and pushed him back enough to get him out of me. I had to say that I wasn't finished for Jefferson to undo his confused look, so I opened the bedroom door, left my panties there and took the idiot inside, without bothering to close the door. I took off my flats on the way, just as he left his pants, underwear and sneakers. I made him lie down on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor and then I turned around in front of him, slowly lifted my dress and pulled it off over my head as I seductively swayed my hips from side to side.

I took the nipples cover off my stiff nipples and now totally naked I bent my knee a little and with my hand I took his dick and lined it up with my cunt, when I lowered my body the cock slid in like a toboggan, a perfect fit, and then I started to roll over slowly, leaning on my knees. His view was worthy of a first-person porn movie, modesty aside, I'm very good at it.

Although I loved hearing his moans behind me, I couldn't bear to just roll over myself, so I put my hands on his thighs and started moving my hips back and forth with his cock all the way inside me, to the point where I could feel his pubic hair rubbing against my butt as I rode. That's when I felt his hands on my hips, which made me want to look back again and this time I did, but when I looked I was lucky he wasn't looking back. The pleasure he was feeling was so great that he had his eyes closed and a delicious expression that I know he makes when he's about to cum.

That's when, completely overcome by arousal, I made the biggest mistake of the day: I turned my face forward and started bouncing hard enough to make the bed creak. Moaning was too soft to call the screams I was making, without caring what the neighbors would think, I really wasn't worrying about anything else outside that bedroom, at that moment I was no longer someone's mother or wife, I wasn't even Rachel, I just felt like a female in heat needing to be inseminated and that's exactly what happened.

Jefferson at least had the decency to warn me that he was going to cum and I could have walked away and let him cum on my face or in my mouth, but I simply ignored the warning and kept bouncing harder and harder, until I felt the fingers of his hands digging into my ass and then the hot seed came inside my pussy and that's when I reached my second orgasm, even stronger than the first. Our moans, screams or grunts, whatever you like, merged as our bodies collapsed. I was completely seated on his hip and I stayed there feeling his cock pulsing inside me until the effects of my body's climax passed.

In the same second that I calmed down, I realized what a fuck-up I'd made. I got up quickly and covered my pussy with my hand to prevent Jefferson's semen from falling on the floor. I went straight to the bathroom and took the fastest shower of my life, but without washing my hair, which I'm glad the asshole didn't ruin during sex. And speaking of him, when I came back into the bedroom wearing nothing but a towel, my ex was still on the bed, now sitting up and with a soft cock, still dirty. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped it off myself, but I still had to listen to him laughing, until I said: "You can get up and get dressed, asshole, because my husband and Ben could be here any minute."

The shithead's response was: "It'll be great to laugh in the cuckold's face."

My reaction couldn't have been any different, I held his face in one hand and squeezed his cheeks until his lips puckered, then I said, bringing my face closer and looking directly into his eyes: "Look, you can say whatever you want about me and brag about having fucked me again, but never, NEVER talk about my husband again, okay?" And I let go when he nodded.

We collected our clothes and got dressed in silence. I was still processing what had happened and began to feel more ashamed than angry, Paulo didn't deserve that, but whatever was done was done and I had to get on with my life. The worst thing was that even at that moment I knew it wouldn't be the only time.

On the evening of that same day I followed my initial plan, I went out to dinner with my husband and on the way back I put on my new set of black lingerie so we could have sex and obviously I let him cum inside me in the hope that this time I would get pregnant of HIM, except that sex with Paul seemed to have become boring after what had happened with Jefferson, but as I needed to redeem myself, I didn't give any importance to that at the time and played my part.

The important thing is that today, almost two months after what happened, I'm pregnant, but I can't be sure who the father is. I tried to disguise my concern and my husband was so happy when he found out. As for Jefferson, I plan to tell him in a few days when he comes here again. All I can now do is hope that fate or God hasn't played this trick on me again.