9
"Well Cliff, I doubt you learned anything, but I sure as fuck enjoyed you watching me orgasm; I wanted you to see how much happier I am now. Thank you for cheating; I would never have discovered I was missing so much."
Chantelle rolls in front of me, spooning, wiggles her bum against my cock, brings my arm around her, looking at Cliff.
"I wasted all those years with you. I'll give you 10 minutes, while I catch my breath; maybe 5, notice Brian is still hard, ready, waiting to fuck me some more. What's so important you need to rudely interrupt us?"
"Uh, well, your dad fired me, Becky too, eliminated my expense account, you had our bank account frozen. We have no money; no income, no access to cash, to pay bills, or anything."
"Cliff, don't you have your own bank account?"
"No, I always used our joint account."
"So, everything, all your spending, everything you bought, all your transactions were done through my original account." She moves my hand to her breast, wiggles her bum.
"You idiot, you're dumber than I thought; yes, the accountants froze everything to investigate your spending since the beginning of the affair, as per our prenup?"
Chantelle looked back at me with a huge smile, I was tightening my muscles, making my dick throb against her butt. Her hand went behind my neck and tenderly massaged.
"When did you start your affair? Was it last summer when I first suspected and accused you?"
"No, it was earlier than that, shortly after she was hired."
"A whole year ago, I asked you outright if you were cheating, you lied, you denied, you fucking low life cheat, I'm no longer responsible to support you.
Go live with Becky; sleep in an alley, go on social aid, get a job, flip burgers, or move to a new city, because you won't get a management job in this city; I'll make sure of that." Chantelle became red faced, angry.
"Cliff, the cameras are recording, so everything you just said will go to the lawyers; everything you purchased in the last year will need to be returned or compensated for, as per our prenuptial."
"Chantelle, I need money to pay bills, Becky's pregnant, and now neither of us have any income."
Chantelle abruptly scurries to edge of the bed, sitting on the edge glaring at Cliff, raises her voice.
"What, Becky's pregnant?" Expressing real concern.
"Cliff, you fool, who's kid, is it? She's lying to you, she's trapping you."
"Chantelle, we've been together over a year, it's mine."
"No Cliff, it can't be." She puts her face in her hands.
"Cliff, my god, you need to contact Dr. Stark; when we took the fertility tests; you're the infertile one."
"Oh Cliff, we decided not to tell you the truth. Back then you were depressed about being less of a man, being sterile would have diminished you, maybe destroyed us; so, I said it was me, to save your male ego; at the time we felt it best to lie to you."
"Cliff, don't be a fool; get retested; Dr. stark said it was irreversible; trust me, it's not your baby, get out." She looks to the ceiling.
"Cliff, Cliff, Cliff, don't be ignorant, listen to me, get another test. Show me the results; prove it's not your kid, leave her and I'll help you out; I'll give you enough to get an apartment and a new start."
"If it is yours, I won't help at all." Chantelle rolls to me and cuddles.
"Now leave, go away, we've got more fucking to do." She reaches down, fondles my weakened dick, gripping, she squeezes and twists.
"Cliff don't sell anything, especially the car, they'll be taking it back Monday. Bye, bye."
Cliff leaves. Chantelle kisses me passionately.
"Thank you for those great orgasms and doing it in front of Cliff; a highlight I'll remember forever; I bet he regrets leaving me now." Chantelle stares intently, lustfully into my eyes, intimately kisses me, her fingers toying with my scrotum.
"I understand, it's kinky, exciting, I'd like to show my ex how my life has improved."
She turns on the bed, licks my penis.
"Now, let's get this wondrous wand back into action mode. It's time to feel it up my ass." She quickly has my rod, rock hard. She rolls over on all 4's, putting her face in a pillow, lowers her upper body, arching her back, elevating her ass.
"Do it Brian, fuck me up the ass."
I move behind, massage her cheeks, spread them apart with my thumbs and tongue rim her pungent butthole. Gliding over the ridges of her anus.
I reach to tug on my penis, getting the pre-ejaculate to ooze out the tip, I swipe the glistening gooey drop onto my fore finger and transfer it to her dark red colored star. Gently spreading it, smearing the wrinkled skin. I tug and pinch my erection to get another drop; I poke her tiny aperture enough my fingertip opens her. Chantelle pushes back assisting my finger to pass beyond the tight sphincter muscle. I feel her relax before I press deeper; once inserted to my second knuckle I feel her internal heat, and firm grip; I rotate my finger, slightly withdraw. My left thumb is in her pussy, my forefinger moving sideways across her clitoris, her hips writhing. Gently prodding, I fidget my finger until Chantelle is relaxed, pushing deeper until most of my finger is inside her tight butthole, she sighs appreciatively, back arched, hips rolling, muffled moans from her face buried in the pillow.
I stroke with the invading finger, out and back in several times, twisting as I withdraw; I pull out, her anus is a tiny gaping dark hole. I get more pre-ejaculate with my thumb and infiltrate her anus; 2 fingers of the same hand dipping into her vagina. I wiggle my fingers in her cunt, flexing my thumb in her hot anal cavity. I begin a rhythmic plunging; thumb in the bum 2 in her twat. Giving her a mini-DP; fingers out, fingers in, thumb out; thumb in. She groans and rolls her bottom in unison to my assault. I continue 2 in the pink and one in the stink, for several minutes; sometimes rocking and twisting sometimes simultaneously thrusting.
Chantelle is nearing a climax, so I remove my hand and slap her cheeks, lightly biting her soft mounds. There is little resistance pushing my 2 pussy-soaked fingers into her butt, as I twist and manipulate them in her arsehole, she is murmuring constantly. She's lubricated, gaping, so, I kneel behind her, remove my digits, and place my cock head against her anus.
"I won't move, you take it at your pace; as slow and easy as you want."
She pushes back against my tapered nob, the tip further spreads her glistening gaping hole, she pauses, a guttural groan, she wiggles slightly; ahead, and back again, barely more than an inch; stopping in the same position, her muscle twitching; cheeks clenching, she pushes back a little more, the head is partially, maybe 3/4's of the way in; she groans loudly and falls forward.
"Fuck I want it so bad; it feels sensational, but it won't go, I can't take it; it hurts too much, damn."
"It's ok Chantelle. Doris was experienced and enjoyed sodomy before we met, and even with lube, she still needed several attempts, before she could take my girth anally." I lay on top of Chantelle my stiff shaft nestled between her soft cheeks.
"We'll buy some anal plugs, some lube, we'll gently play with toys, we'll stretch you some, you were very close."
I move my cock into her pussy, my fingers on her tits, I kiss her neck and we roll to a spooning position. A few minutes playing like this, and I raise her left leg high; kneeling, I fuck her sideways. My left thumb rubbing her tiny nub; being sure my thrusting angle contacts her g spot. My right thumb pushes in, and twisting in her ass; stroking steady, and deep, her breathing and moaning indicates she's close.
I'm ramming rapidly; she climaxes screams.
"OH HELLL YYAAAA" stifled by her face in the pillow, her body vibrates as I hold still, deep in her. I push her flat on the bed, put my legs outside hers and squeezing her buttocks together with my hands; the added friction assures me I'll be cumming soon as well.
My balls tense and I grunt as I ejaculate, my cock throbbing, spurting my sperm into her. When my body relaxes, I fall on top of her, kissing her neck, nibbling her ear.
"Damn that was really good, orgasming together."
Rolling unto my back.
Chantelle kisses me lightly on the mouth.
"Damn that was better than really good." She lays her head on my chest, her fingers toy with my nipples; we bask in the afterglow.
10
"What did Cliff do? I mean this house is spectacular, obviously there is evidence of immense wealth here."
"Actually Brian, this is all mine. I grew up in this house, Dad had it built when he got engaged, they moved in after the honeymoon. I was born here."
"So, you were always a princess." I chuckle.
"I guess, I grew up like one, nanny's servants, maids and such."
"Dad knew one day I would inherit everything, so he demanded Cliff sign a prenup before we married, and Dad created a new insignificant management position for him." She snuggles against me; lifted my hand to cover her boob.
"Dad died 4 years ago, I'm the sole owner of the company, I never got fully involved, I get reports every couple days; but I let the board run things."
