Lily in the Valley

Note: This story and the other stories in the Lily in the Valley series are a continuation of my novel, Lily. Hope you enjoy...

Lily in the Valley

Chapter 2

I Remember This

Not unlike the first time I cheated on Will with Tom, my husband came home to find me in bed with the covers over my head. The difference was that when I cheated on him with Tom for the first time, I had no idea what was going on with me. I was in shock and completely disoriented. This time, I knew exactly what was happening. I knew exactly why I craved it so much. And I knew what to do. I needed to find a Sexaholics Anonymous meeting as soon as possible, get a sponsor, and get to work. I went as far as searching the Internet for meetings near me and putting a number in my phone. All I could really think about, though, was how good I felt. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help it. I kept reliving Bob taking me on the dining room table. Him ripping off my panties. Being undeterred when I slapped him across the face. Having a big dick stretching me for the first time in years. Being driven to orgasm by a strange cock. Being covered in another man's come. Tasting him. And just like before, the thing that really did it for me; the thing that made me feel whole and alive unlike anything else ever had before or since -- the cheating. The feeling of, "You can't hurt me. I'm the one that can hurt you." I couldn't help but revel in my power and betrayal while Will, believing I was ill, doted on me like a loving, faithful, dutiful husband. He had done absolutely nothing to deserve my treachery. I promised myself I would call SA in the morning.

As he left for work the next day, I assured Will I was feeling better and kissed him at the door. I tried to shut the events of the previous day out of my mind. I knew I needed to stay busy. I made a list of things to do around the house and errands to run. At the top of the list was to call SA and find someone to talk to. Part of me didn't want to admit defeat, admit I was powerless over lust. The wiser part of me knew I had to. I picked up my phone and scrolled to the number I had saved the night before. Just as I was about to press the call button, there was a knock at the door. My heart stopped. I started breathing faster. My knees felt weak. Just like with Tom, I watched myself like I was someone else as I walked to the front door and opened it. Bob stood in front of me in an old blue t-shirt with an undiscernible faded graphic covering his pot belly that jutted out over his gym shorts. The morning breeze was ruffling what little bit of hair he had left.

He pushed the door open further, stepped into my space, and closed the door behind him. He leaned down to kiss me. I turned my head and pushed against his chest. I tried to slap him and push him away. I was no match for his size. He pulled me closer and tried to kiss me again. I resisted harder. He kissed my neck, drooling his slobber on me. I felt his hands on my shoulders. He pushed me down to my knees. I resisted. But not really. Part of me had known even before I opened the door what I was going to do. With one hand gripping my hair tightly, Bob pushed his shorts down and pulled my mouth to his already hard cock. I wrapped my lips around it, barely fitting his girth in my mouth. Any remnant of resistance ended quickly, and I began to show him just how well I could suck a dick. I licked, sucked, spit, slurped, and gagged on his girth, never letting him come. I drew his pleasure out, posing his big, ugly, cock alongside my beautiful face, glaring back at him and letting him behold my beautiful mouth worshipping his cock. I savored the power of having a man so much bigger than me at my mercy. I couldn't help but tease my clit with one hand while I sucked his cock. Bob's moans and incredulous praise were music to my ears. I reveled in his surprise that a pretty little snob could handle such a fierce prick so adeptly.

I stood up and sauntered to the dining room table where he had taken me the day before. This time, I offered myself up. I bent over and pushed my pajama bottoms down to my thighs, taking my panties with them. Bob lined up behind me, widening his stance to level his cock with my pussy. Like the day before, I was soaking wet. He offered me no quarter and buried his thick shaft inside of me with one slow, steady thrust. I grunted and lurched forward, both perturbed and gratified by his utter lack of nuance. He fucked me with no concern for my experience, gripping me by the hips and panting loudly as he selfishly took what he wanted from me. I fucked him back. He grabbed my hair in one hand and pulled my head back, forcing my back to arch. I grunted again. Then I felt the sting of his other hand on my bare ass.

THWAP!

"Ugh!" I cried.

I bucked back against him harder. He took my cue and spanked me again.

THWAP!

"Yes," I whimpered through gritted teeth. "Fuck me, you fucking prick!"

"You're such a fucking slut!" he barked.

I thought of Will, sitting at work, feeling secure in the fact that his wife was reformed.

"Fuck me, Bob! Fuck my married cunt!"

THWAP!

"You cheating, fucking whore!"

"Yes!" I cried. "Harder!"

THWAP!!!

"Ugh! I'm gonna come!" I panted.

"Yeah! Come on my dick, you slut," Bob growled.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" I chanted.

Bob spanked me over and over as I came. My insides kept pulsing in an uncontrollable rhythm as though I was plugged into an electrical outlet. I hadn't experienced that level of orgasm in years. I had almost forgotten how intensely euphoric sex could actually be. Bob didn't let up a bit. He fucked me undeterred, like a bull, pulling my hair harder, fucking me faster, and smacking my ass until he was ready to come. When his grunting and panting gave him away, I swiftly turned around and fell to my knees. I leered up at him, into his arrogant, spiteful eyes. I jerked and sucked his cock, never breaking eye contact, until he filled my mouth with his warm jism. I let it spill from my mouth back onto my chest, making a mess for him to see. I gathered it all, bit by bit, with his cockhead and licked it clean each time, so he would know - so he would know that he might have been the big, strong, powerful man, but I was the one who knew what she was doing. I was the one really in control. Bob looked down at me in awe. He'd obviously had no idea who he was dealing with, never been with a woman that could fuck like me. I stood up.

"Go home, Bob," I said with no expression.

Bob pulled his shorts up and looked at me.

"See you tomorrow," he smirked.

I nodded subtly, hating to admit he was right.

On my way down the hall to take a shower, I unlocked my phone and scrolled to the number for SA. I deleted it. Just as I did, Noah's name appeared on my caller id.

"Hello, big brother!" I answered.

"Is this a good time?" he asked.

"Sure. Just finished something up."

"Would you be up for another visit this weekend?"

"Absolutely!" I beamed. "And come stay with us," I insisted. "Don't you dare spend money on a hotel room."

"Thank you so much. That would be great."

"God, I can't wait to see you. Are you doing okay? Having a good week?"

Noah and I chatted until he had to get to his job an hour later. I could have talked to him all day. That evening,               I had to tell Will I wasn't feeling well again to stave off his advances. I knew I was going to have to do that for the next several days until the bruises on my ass in the shape of Bob's hands healed enough to explain them away as a spill in the driveway. I thought about telling him the truth - explaining that I'd relapsed. But I didn't want to. That would mean I'd have to stop. Nor did I have any urge to incorporate him like we had with Tom. I didn't want that anymore. I didn't want to get off on his suffering. I just wanted to do wrong. I wanted to be secretly despicable. I wanted to cheat on my husband, the most devoted and loving man I'd ever known, with the person he and I despised most in the world.

Before Bob and I proceeded, I needed to set some ground rules, both to avoid and marks on my body giving me away and to avoid getting pregnant. I wasn't on any birth control. Will and I had been trying to get pregnant off and on for a while with no success. We were nearing the point of consulting with a fertility doctor. I knew almost from the moment Will and I first started dating that I wanted to have his children one day. It would be my worst nightmare for our children to be secretly sired by an overweight, bitter, dolt of a man.

When Bob arrived the next morning, I took Bob's hand and led him to the bedroom. I slowly removed his clothes. I then took off my clothes and laid him on the bed where Will had been asleep only a few hours before. Bob's cock was already standing at attention, waiting for me. I licked it like a popsicle.

"We have to have some rules, Bob," I said just before licking his cock again.

Bob's breathing cock heavy. "Like what?"

"I love it when you spank me, but we can't do that anymore. Maybe if Will goes out of town or something, but I can't let him see the bruises."

"What else?"

"You have to wear a condom. We're trying to get pregnant. I don't want any confusion as to who the father is."

I kissed his cockhead and then took it in my mouth.

"Anything else?" he groaned, preoccupied with the feeling of my tongue swirling around the tip of his dick.

I peeled my mouth off of his cock with an audible pop.

"No kissing," I said. "It's too intimate."

"Afraid you're gonna fall for me, huh?" Bob smirked. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or cocky.

"Maybe," I smiled wickedly.

I was being sarcastic. Falling for a prick like him was the last thing I was worried about. I wondered if he could tell. I didn't bother trying to figure it out. Instead, I focused on bobbing up and down on his considerable shaft. His cock was so fat, I could barely stuff half of it in my mouth before I started to gag. When Bob saw me struggling, he pushed my head down, nearly choking me. When he finally let my head up, my eyes were watering like a fountain, and I was coughing and gasping for air. When my vision finally stopped tunneling, I couldn't help but smile before plunging my mouth back down on his dick. Bob grabbed my head again and thrusted upward, fucking my mouth.

"Goddamn, you're a slut!" he groaned in amazement.

When he sensed I couldn't take anymore, he released my head. I reached for the condom I'd placed on the corner of the bed before he arrived.

"I need you inside of me," I barely managed to croak, still trying to catch my breath. I tore open the package and began to roll it down Bob's shaft, hoping it wouldn't break. "Jesus, you've got a fat cock, Bob."

"Damn right," he growled. "And you're my little whore now, aren't you?"

I nodded and finished putting the condom on.

"Say it," he demanded.

I mounted him and lined his cock up with my entrance.

I looked him in the eye and responded, "I'm your whore, Bob."

Then slowly, I slid down the length of his cock, feeling it stretching me.

"Oh fuck," I exhaled. "You're so fucking big."

Unlike his previous performances, Bob let me take the lead as I slowly fucked him. I savored every subtle tingle of his cock pressing against my insides.

"God, you feel so good," I whimpered.

Bob stayed silent and ran his hands along my body, playing with my tits and grasping my hips. I slowly built my pace and then buried every inch of his cock inside of me. I started grinding back and forth in his lap, using his cock the way he used my pussy before.

"Oh god!" I moaned. "I'm gonna fuck you every day."

Bob gripped my hips tightly and helped me in my mission to come.

"Your husband can't fuck you like this, can he?" Bob taunted.

"No," I whimpered, grinding harder, closing in on a massive climax. "Oh god! Fuck me, Bob! Fuck me!"

"You like cheating on that pussy husband of yours with a real man, don't you!"

"Yes," I panted. "Give me your cock! Make me cheat!"

"Fuck!" Bob grimaced. "I'm gonna come!"

"Yes!" I screamed as my pussy contracted around his shaft, feeling his dick pulse inside of me. "Oh god!"

I collapsed onto Bob's chest, my body quivering.

"Oh my god," I sighed.

"You are such a little cum slut, aren't you?"

I smiled, still breathing heavily. I took his words as a challenge and slid down his belly to his cock. I carefully removed the condom from his still hard cock and let his come leak down onto his shaft. I looked up at him and started cleaning him with my tongue.

"Jesus Christ," he awed.

When I had finished lapping up his load, I slid back up his chest.

"You have no idea," I bragged.

"Well, I hope to find out."

"You will. Don't worry. How's your ticker? I don't want to kill you. That would be a bummer," I joked.

"At least I'd die happy," he joked back.

I changed the subject. "Seriously though, it's Friday and Will's gonna be home all weekend. We'll have to wait until Monday."

"Fair enough," Bob agreed.

"And how about we meet at your place from now on? I don't want to take the chance of Will coming home unexpectedly."

"Okay."

"The story for the neighbors will be that I'm coming over to help you get back in shape and find some sense of humanity again."

"Whatever," Bob agreed. "As long as I get to keep fucking you, I could give a shit what the neighbors think."

"Deal," I said.

Modern medicine is an amazing thing. Bob was able to fuck me two more times before leaving that day. After he was gone, my thoughts quickly turned to Noah. I was over the moon that I was going to get to spend the whole weekend with him. My mind was racing, thinking of all of the things I could do with my brother...