Grady the Taste of Betrayal

It was two weeks later when he received a text message from Monae. Grady was sitting at his desk at the high school when it came through.

"Meet me at the old farmhouse off of Johnson Road."

The farmhouse was a weird location. His mind wondered what she had planned. When Shara and Grady were younger, it was where they would sneak off to for private time together. He and Shara shared a lot of private memories there together, and Grady was sure that Monae knew that.

He stared at the message. Wondering what he should do. Monae had been to the house half a dozen times since the coffee shop incident, but not one hint of attraction or flirtatious behavior came his way. But for him, the impact from the coffee shop was still manifesting itself. It was as if Pandora's Box had been opened and he had no way of closing it.

He was masturbating to images of Monae every chance he got. Not only that, but she had found a way to enter the most private and personal space in his life. She was in his fantasies as he made love to Shara.

He imagined Monae's lips on his dick when Shara took it in her mouth. And no longer did he see his wife when they were having sex. Images of Monae flooded his thoughts. The feel of her body. Her soft legs and firm breasts. That sexy smile she gave when she was teasing. All the attributes he never gave a second thought to for years, had suddenly become an addiction.

Sex between he and Shara was better than it had been in years. And unbeknownst to her, she had Monae to thank. Grady tried to shake off the thoughts, but found that day after day, they consumed him more and more. And the guilt continued to torment him as he found himself pleasing his wife while secretly wanting to be with her best friend.

Grady wasn't sure if he had the strength to resist her much longer. His mind had become obsessed with thoughts of their interactions. Her finger sliding into his mouth. Her fat pussy lips contrasting with her lean, smooth thighs, and her sexy clit, just big enough to protrude from the hood.

The attraction, the guilt, the fear, the excitement, were all blending and making him an emotional wreck. He needed to know what was going on. Grady convinced himself that he was going to meet Monae with the intention of getting answers, even as his dick had grown to half mast at the thought of seeing her.

It was 5:15. Instead of being home with his wife, Grady was watching Monae park her car directly in from of his. She walked to his car wearing a burnt orange spaghetti strap dress that was down to her ankles, with flat sandals. Her outfit was starkly different from the coffee shop. It was an encouraging, yet disappointing sign.

Monae sat in the car. She slid the seat back as far as it would go, kicked off her sandals and placed her feet on the dashboard. As Grady sat watching, she pulled her dress up, opened her legs and slowly started to massage her panty-less clit.

Grady was at his limit!

"What the fuck, Monae! What the fuck are you doing? Why the fuck are you doing this?" he yelled at her.

Monae didn't respond. She slipped the straps to her dress off her shoulders, exposing her round, smooth. breasts. Her hard nipples protruding out; teasing him. As if they were calling for him to take them in his mouth.

As Grady sat exasperated, she continued to fondle her clit with one hand as she pinched her nipples with the other. She continued to ignore his questions and pleas, instead choosing to continue to let the pleasure from rubbing her clit continue to grow. Grady sat in silence; watching, as her moans of pleasure started to fill the car.

Monae felt it coming. She loved bringing herself pleasure, but having a taboo voyeur took it to new heights of ecstasy for her. Her orgasm was coming much sooner than she anticipated.

"Fuck, fuck, Grady, I'm going to cum! I'm going to fucking cum, Grady! Can I cum? Tell me I can cum! Tell me I can cum for you!" Monae started to moan.

Those were the first words she had spoken since she entered the car. Grady's dick was throbbing. He could hear the wetness from her pussy as her fingers slid in and out and massaged her clit. He watched her back arch as she was in the throes of pleasure. His resolve eroded to sand.

"Cum for me. Cum for me, Monae." he found himself saying.

Monae increased her rhythm with her right hand as her left hand reached over to start fumbling with Grady's belt. A willing participant now, Grady helped her. He undid his belt, opened his pants and pulled his dick through his briefs. His eyes never left her wet and swollen pussy.

Monae spit in her palm and grabbed his hard throbbing dick and started to jack it ferociously. She stroked his dick with the same sexual energy that she was using to stroke her clit.

"Fuck, Grady! I'm cumming for you! I'm fucking cumming for you, Baby!" Monae started to moan.

The sounds from her orgasm filled the car. Her back arched, her head was thrown back and her hips started to rock uncontrollably. Grady winced as her hand stopped stroking, and instead clinched his dick in a tight grip. Her body was racked by the orgasm into spasms. It was several minutes before she was able to regain her composure.

Monae laid back in the seat. Her eyes closed. Her pussy was throbbing and leaking. Her hand now slowly stroking Grady's dick. She could feel the wet precum running down his shaft. When she opened her eyes, she found Grady staring at her with his mouth wide open. She smiled at him, and in one fluid motion placed her head down in his lap and started to suck on his dick.

She had trouble getting it all into her mouth, it was so thick. Monae understood now why Shara said she couldn't swallow the whole thing. But Monae was determined to. She positioned herself on her knees in the passenger seat, took a deep breath and slid her mouth down Grady's shaft. She did not make it to the base, but she knew that she could. Her mouth continued to slide up and down Grady's thick shaft.

Grady sat, amazed. She swallowed more of his dick in the first thirty seconds, than Shara had been able to in more than fifteen years. Shara gave him the limit on how deep he could slide his dick in her mouth. He was never allowed to go deep enough to engage her gag reflex. Unfortunately, for Grady, that left almost half his dick dry.

But now here he was watching Monae slamming her throat up and down his dick. She was gagging as his dick hit the back of her throat. He could feel her spit running down his balls and between his legs.

And just when he thought she had reached her limit, Monae raised her head, looked him in the eyes with an intense primal lust and said,

"Push my fucking head down. Push it down until this big dick blocks my throat!"

Before he could respond, Monae slammed her face back down on his dick. She grabbed his left hand and placed it on her head. Giving him all the permission he needed to fuck her throat. That was all the prompting Grady needed. All the built-up sexual tension and energy flooded from his body. His large hands grabbed the back of her head, and he forcefully pushed her face down onto his shaft as he drove his hips up to meet her.

Her lips reached his base. Her nose was pressed against his thigh. Grady held her head down. Hearing her gag. Feeling his dick in the back of her throat. He held it. He held it. He held it. When he finally released her, she raised her head, choking and gagging. Realizing what he had done, Grady looked at Monae with a look of apology in his eyes.

But Monae was not fazed. Her head dropped back down on his dick. Sliding up and down as her hand found the button for his seat and slid it back as far as it would go. When she felt the seat stop, she quickly mounted his dick, and slowly slid his hard eight inches inside her pussy.

Grady groaned in pleasure when he realized she was sitting her full body on top of his manhood. Shara still had trouble doing that and always complained after when she did.

"Bite my nipples," Monae ordered him. "Fucking bite them while I grind on this dick!"

That was it! Grady had lost control. He sucked and bit her nipples as his large hands grabbed her ass and started to rock her hips on his dick. His orgasm was hard, deep and painful. His tip was pressed against the top of her pussy. The pressure from the climax was painfully orgasmic. Grady was panting and trying to catch his breath. He was so lost in his release; he was unaware of Monae's.

She had moaned and screamed as she climaxed. She wasn't a big squirter, but she knew she had released more than a little fluid into Grady's lap. She wasn't surprised. That big ass dick felt like it was tearing her insides apart at first. But stroke after stroke, her nerve endings started to fire off, and waves of pleasure cascaded throughout her body.

As they both felt themselves calming down, Monae looked Grady in the eyes. She grabbed both of his cheeks in her hand and gave him a long deep kiss. After she gathered herself and put on her shoes, she opened the door and stepped out.

"Wait here a moment." she said.

She walked to her car and pulled out a small duffle bag. She walked over to the drivers' window and after he let the window down, she handed him the bag, walked back to her car and drove off.

Grady sat perplexed.

"What the hell have I done?" he said to himself out loud.

As reasoning returned to his mind, he realized he had just cheated on his wife with her best friend. And as that realization hit him, he also noticed for the first time that his brown khakis had a huge wet spot that reached halfway down his thighs and he and Monae's sexual mix was thick and white coating his dick.

In his state of panic, he found himself looking in the bag. Inside was a pair of briefs, a pair of khakis and a spare shirt.

It all came together for him. Monae knew that Shara had left before him to get to her school, so she wouldn't know what he was wearing. He also realized it was the first time that Grady had ever seen Monae during the day with no makeup. Finally, he also noted the absence of perfume, another staple of her routine.

She had arranged it all. Every step of this crazy journey had been orchestrated. When did she manage to take clothes from their house? Fear crept in. A cold sinking feeling of being used started to fill the pit of his stomach. Was it all a game? What was the purpose? Grady didn't know what was coming next, but he had the strongest feeling that it was not going to be good for him.

Friday afternoon, Grady sat in his office. He was scared to go home. Monae almost always came over on Friday nights, and he just did not know how he would handle it. He had conflicting emotions running through his mind, but he was emotionally intelligent enough to know that the primary feeling he had was lust, followed closely by fear. He could not get Monae off his mind. He wanted to fuck her in every way imaginable even as he feared for the security of his marriage.

Sex with Shara was good. But it had become routine for them both. He eats her, she sucks his dick for a few minutes, and then they either do missionary or he takes her from behind. She didn't like to ride him because of his size, but reverse cowgirl was his favorite position. The image of Monae sliding down onto his dick flooded his mind. She was rock bottom on top of his shaft and grinding on him like no woman had ever done before.

"I wonder what she is going to wear tonight?" he thought.

He imagined her in a flowing dress with her soft legs. Her tight round ass and perky breasts.

"Her nipples were delicious." he softly said to himself.

And with that thought, Grady hurriedly left the office. Wondering if he had time to shower before she got there.

Monae did not disappoint Grady. She wore the same outfit as she did in the coffee shop just to tease him. All throughout the night, she discreetly touched his body. She grabbed his ass and grazed her fingers against his dick. She was teasing him, and he was ashamed to be loving every second of it. So much so, he started to respond. He grabbed her ass as she walked into the kitchen. He let his arm graze her breasts as he walked by. It was tantalizing! All in front of an unaware Shara.

That night, Grady fucked Shara like a crazed man. Deep strokes inside of her. Oblivious of her pain or pleasure. All he had on his mind was Monae. Her ass, her pussy, her lips, her legs, her toes! He wanted it all. Stroke after stroke he railed Shara's pussy, all the while with Monae on his mind. When he came, he grabbed Shara's shoulders and forced his dick as deep as it would go!

"What the fuck was that! Didn't you hear me telling you to stop! What the fuck got into you!" Shara yelled at him.

She left the room and did not return for the remainder of the night.

An hour later as he lay in bed alone, his phone chimed.

A message from Monae.

"Was that my fault? Did I excite you too much tonight? You know I would have taken it all and loved every inch. Goodnight, Lover!"