WARNING
THIS IS ONE OF THOSE NASTY, CHEATING-WIVES, CUCKOLDING STORIES.
IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEM STOP READING NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PEACE.
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"I HAVE just taken the bloody morning-after-pill." Louise told Cindy, her best friend, as they sipped their Cappuccinos in a city-centre café. The two women, in their mid-thirties, were extremely attractive in the eyes of any passing man but like most married women of that age underestimated how attractive they really were. Nevertheless they were both extremely fuckable.
"But you told me Walter had been snipped, what have you been up to Louise?"
"Walter is so fucking useless, I have told you before how much I love him, he is a real sweetie but ever since we got married our sex life has been crap and recently it has gone from bad to worse, I've had not one bloody orgasm with him since I met him. The only fucking orgasms I get I give myself - usually. Anyway, I had a big one yesterday."
Cindy stared back at her friend with an incredulous look on her face, "So what on earth were you doing having unprotected sex?"
"It was crazy I know, but if this pill doesn't fucking work I am in a mountain of trouble."
Louise had married Walter some 12 years earlier; she had sex with him at a New Year's Eve Party after they had both had a bit too much to drink, god knows why she had sex with him, she often wondered, he was by no means the ideal man she wanted to have sex with let alone find herself married to, but needs must.
A week later Steve McGee, the office heartthrob had offered her a lift home after work. He was married but she knew he had fucked most of the women in the typing-pool. His tall, handsome good-looks and natural charm and devilment meant he basically had it made for him and ticked all the boxes where women were concerned, there was an air of expectation and unpredictability about him that women found exciting and irresistible.
He was the office manager and Louise knew of at least three of the 12 strong typist-pool who had been more than happy to stay back after work to take a length of cock in his office, he had probably been through most of the rest as well. Married he may be, but he wanted a rich variety and the women in the typing-pool were only too pleased and eager to make sure he got it. Louise was to prove no exception.
The dark mid-winter evening provided the perfect cover to shag in the back of a car, and when he turned into a dark lane and drove the car into a clearing, in a nearby copse, Louise did not protest. He was a rough, dominant lover, and with her laid on the backseat, with both doors swung wide open, and one of her legs hanging over the front seat, her head half hanging out of the door and her long blonde hair streaming towards the ground, he drove thick-length after thick-length of cock right up her minge.
All that was twelve years ago the consequences were with her today as she spoke to her friend.
Louise immediately knew the difference between Steve and Walter. Steve grunted like a wild animal as he spragged his feet to get the required leverage for his deep, penetrating thrusts into pretty Louise. Her cute, little quim had stripped the foreskin back from around his mammoth bull-head the moment it had entered her perfectly unprotected pussy.
The juices that accompanied her first orgasm swamped his cock and she delivered another two almighty orgasms for him, then it became obvious that Steve McGee was not a man to withdraw his cock from a beautiful woman's pussy when he hit his vinegar stroke.
"Come on baby take it, show me how you can handle a good spunking." He said as he snuggled his mouth into her neck and prepared to unload his rich seed. He just didn't fucking care. In one quick moment of decision she thought to try and push him away but instead relaxed and submissively kept her thighs wide apart until he had completely finished firing off his load.
Soon there was no doubt, her womb was occupied with Steve McGee's virulent seed and he was a married man.
Walter was the perfect fall guy, and he was over the moon when she announced to him that she was expecting his baby, they married in a matter of days and he was doubly proud later when it was confirmed that she was having twins.
Although Steve McGee watched as the months unfolded and Louise's belly got ever bigger, he knew he was now off the hook. He was such a bastard, and shortly after she was married to Walter, and while her belly was still reasonably flat, she was dragged back in that copse to be fucked again, on the same backseat where she had been pumped into motherhood. Steve McGee's cock was once again splashing her cervix with his pasty load. He called it his "cock-porridge," because it was so thick and creamy.
"I've just shot a load of cock-porridge up your pussy." He had gushed as he withdrew his drenched dick.
Poor Walter's life as an unsuspecting cuckold had started very early in his marriage.
"You know you are the real Daddy don't you Steve?" she had said, looking into his sexy brown eyes as he withdrew his handsome, floppy cock, with his entire shaft glistening with a rich coating of cunt juice..
"Let Walter be the Daddy Louise and just let me do the fucking." He was such an arrogant bastard she thought as he zipped himself up and told her to find her knickers and get them back on.
He could fuck, there was no doubt about that, Louise thought as he dropped her off a few yards from her home and sped off out of sight, turning left at the bottom of her street and with a screech of wheels he was gone.
Louise left the typing-pool to look after the two boys while Walter continued to work for the local council unblocking drains or doing some grass-cutting in the summer months.
As soon as the boys started school Louise was free to start work again on a part-time basis. Steve McGee never asked about his sons but often gave Louise's arse a little squeeze on the odd occasion when he passed. Louise often noticed which of the women were staying late, Marina Crosby was a regular. Her husband often picked her up after work but when he was working away she was playing away. No one blamed her.
It was at the office party, three days before Christmas Day, that Louise ended up once again needing a good fuck, she flirted wickedly with him and left his office late after having spread her thighs on his desk. Her legs were lifted over his broad shoulders while he stood with his feet firmly planted on the office floor. Once again he drove her home. Her daughter, and third child, was born the following September.
Louise finished work again and stayed at home to nurse little Charlotte. Life settled down with Walter. She had grown to love him for the soft-hearted man he was, he wouldn't do anyone a bad turn but he could never satisfy her in the bedroom. Whenever she went upstairs to bed in the afternoon to finger herself while Walter was at work it was not Walter she was thinking about, it was being laid spread-eagled across Steve McGee's dark, mahogany desk, totally exposed, while he first ran his tongue along her slit and sucked her pert, little clitoris and Louise feeling so full of cock she hit one colossal orgasm after another.
Knowing the kind of man she was with in that office why had she again left her twat so undefended? She knew exactly what he was going to do and she didn't care. In fact she had welcomed it and when she felt his bell-end grow inside her and his grunts intensify she opened her thighs even wider to welcome his seed and accept the inevitable.
Once he had planted a deluge of spunk into her, and after he had wiped his massive cock on her dress and told to her to "look sharp" and get her knickers back on, he looked at his watch and complained that he was "running late."
Oddly she loved the contemptuous way he treated her, he could have her whenever he wanted and she was not the only one. The lucky bastard was a stud with a harem.
Laying there in bed in the mid-afternoon with her swollen pussy-lips pressed in the palm of her hand and her finger curled back punishing her clit she had a massive orgasm which was the only sexual pleasure she got during her out-of-work periods. She knew she needed Steve again but she did not want anymore children and since she had insisted that Walter should go for a vasectomy she could hardly be discovered taking the pill. So Steve, she decided, was out of bounds.
"Well," Cindy said peering over her cup, tell me more, who is he, obviously not your husband."
"Well, you know Steve McGee the manager where I used to work."
"Oh my god you lucky bitch," Cindy gushed, "Who doesn't know him?"
Louise continued, "He came to visit me yesterday afternoon to ask me if I would return to work saying they were short staffed. Cindy, he has lost none of his fantastic looks, he looked absolutely drop-dead gorgeous."
"Go on I can't wait." Cindy said eagerly leaning forward, her elbows perched on the table and her chin cupped in her hands.
"Well he strode in as if the house belonged to him and sat in one of the armchairs, I sat at the other side of the room in the opposite chair. Then he asked me if I would go back to work. I said I would have to think about it." But she didn't tell Cindy he had sired her three children and how poor Walter believed they were all his.
Cindy listened intently as Louise told her that as she stared at the father of her children sat opposite she noticed he was dressed casually for once, no sparkling white shirt or pin-stripped suit, but he looked just as good in T-shirt and jeans, his cheeky, lecherous smile was still there and she knew that glint in his eye all too well.
Oh no, she thought fleetingly, I have had three children for you and I am having no more, but he had a power over her she found so hard to resist and he had come to have some fun testing that power to the limit.
Louise told Cindy how his eyes slowly drifted from hers, down over her breasts and eventually settled on the soft roundness of her knees. Louise knew her knees were a strong point and tried to pull her skirt to stretching pointing in an attempt to cover them and prevent him from seeing her thighs which she knew were a turn on for men.
"His face became serious as he saw me cover my knees and he slowly drifted his eyes from my knees back up over my stomach pausing for a second on my breasts before carrying on until he was staring hypnotically into my eyes."
Cindy's pupils had become dilated and Louise noticed her breathing was a touch heavier.
