Cheating Husbands and Wives - 18 Hot Short Stories Read Online Free PDF

As horny as they both were for one another, they did not speak directly to it. After the Capitol Hill Kinkos mail missive, their discussions had gotten a little more direct, but even this trip was not being touted as a sexual liaison, though how could either of them imagine otherwise?

He picked her up at the airport in an inordinately large car... a huge black Lincoln Continental... not his normal style at all but when the rental agent told him they were out of SUVs and Pickups, he took this. He was a burly man and used to the head and leg room of a pickup truck. The Lincoln was a bit ostentatious but the large leather bench seat and adjustable steering column had possibilities that he didn't allow himself more than a passing thought of. Later in their relationship, this would come to be an inside joke when discussing whether a car had enough "headroom" or not. There was a warm hug and an awkward sideways kiss at the gate and they walked out to the parking lot chattering nervously.

She was very nervous but eager. Her marriage had been fairly bad from the beginning and the last few years had been dismal. She had kept her figure and most of her youthful energy but her husband was a workaholic, often a jerk, and always a prude. He had quit enjoying himself any way except through financial and business success many years before and he had always found sex "messy". He didn't really seem to like the blow jobs she loved to give and he definitely didn't like it when she climbed on top of him and fucked herself to oblivion, finishing with waves of gushing orgasms. If he let her do that, he always went straight to the shower afterwards and insisted on changing the sheets right away. This man she was meeting had been her high-school sweetheart. He had been a real enigma... a man-boy of sorts... physically and intellectually beyond his peers but very shy and quiet. There were rumors in the high school that he was a narc, a young cop undercover... but she knew that not to be the case. He had his own reasons for staying out of the drug scene, but they didn't include being a snitch. There were also rumors that he dated older women, twenty somethings that he worked with at the radio station where he had his own nighttime rock show. Also a young divorced waitress who liked to go out dancing at the country bars. When they got together, he never let on about this and aside from being a really good kisser and ultimately a great finger-fuck, she couldn't tell how much sexual experience he had. She had always wished he had been more demanding sexually, asking her to give him a hand-job or even a blow-job, something most boys would get around to asking for pretty quickly. But he had been too polite, too undemanding, yet had fucked her sweet little cunt silly with his fingers every time they had enough time and privacy. He had been quite the enigma.

On the ride into town, she slid close and used the center seatbelt, just as they had in high-school. She fondly remembered how he would always end up in her shirt and her jeans when they went to the drive-in movie. She loved the way his calloused palms rubbed her nipples roughly through her cotton tops and bras and how he eventually managed to work a hand up under her shirt and under those confining bras she had to wear to get out of the house. Most nights, his hands would also make it into her pants, unbuttoning the top button of her corduroys and sliding the zipper down. Kissing her deeply, his hands would slide over her satin panties and gently caress her mons and tease at her labia and clit through the material. She remembered being so hot for his hands but afraid to let on to him what a sexual creature she was. She kissed him hard and deep and didn't object when his hands roamed. He seemed to take this as enough encouragement to continue until he had one or two fingers in her slit, rubbing over her clit and eventually plunging deep into her hot pussy. She was embarrassed but could not help