CHEATING HOTWIFE EROTIC SHORT
Getting Revenge on My Cheater Husband
I don’t think twice before I suck my driver . . .
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“Please honey, don’t go,” my husband follows me around the house, while I grab some of my things and shove them into a backpack. “It’s not what you think!”
I stop, looking at him with anger. “That’s what you always say, but I know what I saw.”
“My friends send me the video, I don’t know the girls,” he explains with a pleading tone.
I start walking again, taking a few more things and closing the backpack.
“I don’t care. I’m done with you cheating on me.”
I walk out the door while Jason follows me around, still trying to talk to me.
My car is already waiting for me, and without another word, I get in and ask the driver to take me away from here.
Jason stays behind, and he just stands in the middle of the road watching me leave.
“Are you okay?” The driver asks me.
I nod, still too angry to talk.
“Yeah. Sorry. I’m fine. I just don’t want to talk about it,” I say, but then I just can’t shut up. “Damn, I’m just done with him, you know? He keeps cheating on me, watching girls online, and – I can’t even imagine what he does. While I’m waiting for him to have wanted me again. And I – I just can’t anymore.”
The driver stays silent for a few seconds.
“You know, he’s a jerk. You’re hot as hell,” he’s checking me out through the rearview mirror, and I feel my cheeks getting hot. “Maybe you should just pay him back on the same coin.”
I smile at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
He shrugs. “I mean, you should cheat on him. He cheated on you. Now you cheat on him. Then go back home and tell him that every time he cheats on you, you’ll do it to him.”
I gasp, surprised at his idea.
“I don’t think I can do that.”
The driver stops the car and I see that we’re on a secluded road.
“Think about it. As I said, you’re hot as hell, and I would like to be the one doing it for you.”
I stare at him. Can I do it? The driver is attractive, there’s no way I can deny that. And Jason is constantly rejecting me, choosing those strangers online over me. Maybe this is what I need to do to get his attention back on me.
Nodding slowly, I glance around the backseat.
“Will you join me here?”
The driver jumps out of the car and joins me in the back.
I look at him, not sure about what to do next. Probably seeing how nervous I suddenly feel, the driver leans closer to me and takes my mouth in a soft kiss.
I kiss him back, pulling him closer and making the kiss deeper, our tongues dancing together while he starts feeling my body.
I feel his hands on my legs, my waist, my arms. He caresses my neck while we kiss, sending goosebumps down my body.
Damn, this feels so good.
The driver moves his hands until he’s cupping my breasts, and I moan against his mouth, while he teases my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress.
I move to straddle him and feel him hard against my cunt. Reaching down to his pants, I pull out his cock and stroke it, while he groans against my lips.
Interrupting the kiss, he starts tracing q path of kisses and nibbles down my neck, until he’s at my cleavage. Pulling down the fabric, he frees my tits and takes them into his hands. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucks, bites, and licks until I’m begging him for more, my pussy wet and needy of a big cock like his.
He reaches to the back pocket of his jeans and into his wallet and takes a condom, covering himself while I remove my panties, and straddle him again.
Resting my hands on his shoulders, I lower myself into him, until I can feel him inside me, an inch at a time until I’m full of him. I pause for a few seconds to give my pussy some time to get used to the sensation.
Suddenly o move up and slam down on him, making us both moan. I repeat the movement, marking the rhythm that will take us both to the climax, while he holds me by the hips.
With every thrust, his pelvis hits my clit, intensifying the pleasure I’m feeling until I can’t take it anymore and come hard on his dick.
He roars, and I feel his cock pulsating inside me, while he comes too, his orgasm making him close his eyes and throw his head back on the seat.
We’re still breathing hard when o move to sit next to him, and we smile at each other.
We arrange our clothes and he returns to the wheel.
“What do you want to do?”
I take a deep breath. “Home. Just take me home, please.”
“So you’re going with my plan after all.”
I shrug, smiling, and don’t say a word.
He takes me home, and I see that Jason is sitting on the front porch, looking lost.
My heart shrinks and I’m glad that I decided to come home after all. I know he loves me. I love him too. It’s just that sometimes I don’t feel like he appreciates me.
“Thanks for everything,” I tell the driver, taking my stuff from the car.
He smiles and winks at me. “Any time.”
“You’re back,” I turn to see Jason next to me, his eyes surprised.
The driver drives away, and Jason pulls me into his arms. I hub him back, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, and let myself relax in his arms.
We go back inside, and Jason kisses my lips.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, tracing a path of kisses down my neck.
I moan and hold him close to me while he keeps kissing and touching my body.
He unzips my dress and helps me take it off. I feel the cold wall against my back. I open my legs when he reaches down to caress my pussy.
“Damn, you’re already so wet!”
“Yeah, I just fucked the driver.”
Jason laughs, dismissing my confession as a joke while he keeps touching my body.
I don’t say anything else while he keeps pleasuring me.
Maybe he doesn’t believe me. Or maybe he does. I don’t know. I don’t care. Why’s I know is that what happened between me and that driver might have been what saved our relationship.
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