She squatted down to pick up the belt, as she wanted absolute certainty, a small part of her still clung on to the remote possibility that she was wrong. As soon as she touched it, her pussy contracted so violently that she orgasmed again. As she was trying to wrap her head around the fact that she had cheated on her husband for real – not with some sort of non-corporeal manifestation, but with an actual human being – her pussy kept contracting powerfully and continuously, sending waves of pleasure through her body, preventing her from standing up again. The contractions and the resulting waves of pleasure kept intensifying and Vicky soon dropped to her hands and knees, grunting and groaning. Although she couldn't understand why her body was reacting this way, there was not much she could do about it. The contractions that were ravaging her body were generating so much lust that it was pushing all other feelings of uncertainty and guilt to the background.
At that moment, the foreman walked back in, looking for his belt. When he saw her there on her knees and one hand, the other hand deftly at work between her legs, he whispered, "Are you still horny, you poor thing, why didn't you say something before?"
He walked up to her, pulled her to her feet and put his hands in her armpits, lifting her up as easily as if she were a book. As he pressed her up against the nearest wall, he whispered, "Leaving a woman as gorgeous and sexy as you unfulfilled is a crime against nature."
Vicky's body shuddered as she heard those words. There were so many thing she wanted to say to him: that he had pleasured her properly before, that his cock was bigger than her husband's, how well he seemed to know his way around inside of her.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she should also mention that she was married and didn't want to cheat on her husband, but for some reason that didn't seem so important. Just when Vicky noticed that the involuntary contractions down in her pussy had stopped, the foreman maneuvered her body so that her groin was directly in front of his face. Then he hooked his arms under her legs one by one, so that her legs were hanging over his shoulders and pushed his face between her thighs, licking her with his strong, wide tongue. Vicky moaned – foregoing any residual intention of stopping him – and enjoyed the expert licking he was giving her. With her body now resting on his shoulders, the foreman had his hands free. One of them went down to his trousers to unbuckle himself and free his cock. After the most invigorating oral sex Vicky had ever had, the foreman put both his hands on her ass and took a small step back, letting her back slide down the wall while keeping her feet on his shoulders. In this rather lewd and uncomfortable position, he shoved his massive cock into her soaking pussy.
Although Vicky realized she was willingly and wantonly cheating on her husband now, she couldn't have cared less. All she could think of, and all she wanted, was to feel his big cock ramming into her, over and over again. He fucked her hard for minutes on end and Vicky came, yet again. Not distracted by her climax, the foreman kept fucking her until he too was ready to cum. Letting go of her legs, one at a time, he let her put her feet back on the ground before pushing her down, into a squatting position. She knew what was coming and didn't care or mind. After a fuck like that, he'd earned that privilege, she reckoned, as she just sat there panting and breathing fast and shallow, looking at him wanking his massive shaft inches from her nose.
Seconds later, he splattered a massive and disgusting load all over her face, using the tip of his cock to massage it into her skin afterwards, soiling her entire face, neck and hairline. After stuffing his cock back in his pants and helping her to her feet, he whispered, "Thanks, angel!"
Vicky looked at him with just the one eye still open and smiled as she felt a tiny contraction down below after hearing him call her that. He smiled, nodded and left the room, the belt in his hand.
Vicky collapsed on the bed and closed her eyes, utterly satisfied, but also starting to feel guilty. She had cheated on her husband, again. Despite the guilt, she didn't regret what had happened, what she had allowed the foreman to do. It had been exactly what she needed, exactly what she had wanted; his cock was so incredibly big and hard, bigger and harder than...
Vicky's eyes shot open as she could actually hear herself stop thinking; she sat up and repeated her previous thought to herself, "...exactly what I needed, exactly what I wanted..."
She jumped off the bed and looked around for a few seconds.
Relying on instinct and wishful thinking, she whispered, "I am still inside!"
"It's the only explanation," she thought, "It would explain the strange, powerful contractions and the foreman's perfect timing, not to mention her two mind-blowing orgasms."
As she moved towards the wall where the portal had previously appeared, she ran her hands over the wall and whispered, "Come on, show yourself."
As nothing happened, Vicky started to doubt herself, less convinced of her theory.
Eventually she gave up, sneering to herself as how desperate she was to explain her own weakness. She had cheated on her husband, for real, it was as simple as that. She picked up her nightgown and walked into the hallway, heading for the bathroom, wondering how she was going to tell her husband and whether he would believe her crazy story. Suddenly, she bumped her foot on something. Vicky looked up from her half dream state and realized it was a wooden crate, a wooden crate from the attic! By stepping out of her bedroom, she was back in the attic. It HAD all been a ruse, she never cheated on her husband, she had been inside the phenomena the whole time!
Her feelings of relief were curbed as she realized that she had cheated on her husband in the simulation, without knowing it had been a simulation. So as far as she was concerned, it had been real life... and she had willingly let a stranger fuck her lights out and cum in her face. It was all confusing and scary, and Vicky looked at the wall for the first time with hesitation, even some slight resentment. She decided then and there that she would stop using it. It was simply too dangerous; recent events had surely proven that. If she couldn't trust herself when she got horny, she had to stay away from the attic and the hole. She closed the door to the attic behind her and walked down the stairs, checking her room – fearing for a moment that this might be yet another simulation within a simulation.
After walking and glancing around her room for several minutes, she realized that she didn't know what she was looking for. There was no way to be sure! Eventually, she relied on logic and convinced herself that, because she had stepped through the wall only once, the one exit was enough to bring her back into the real world. Afterwards, she hit the shower and then went down to check on the construction crew. For the rest of the day, Vicky couldn't stop thinking about what had happened: the more she thought about it, the more adamant she became of not using the phenomenon again, ever. It had tricked her in the most detestable way.
When Dave came home that night, she threw herself at him, trying to make up for something that had never happened – at least not in this reality. She gave him one hell of a blowjob and then bounced up and down his big shaft for a while, draining every drop of cum from his balls.
