1. The Welcomed Dinner Guest


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Cuckold, Author: AndreaDetroit, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    wet,” he said provocatively, “If you're wearing any!” I shook my head adamantly. He caught my hand in mid-air as I tried to slap his face for insulting me and laughed. A loud dominant laugh and his eyes suddenly looked dangerous. The outstretched hand released mine and grabbed the waistband of my skirt, tugging it. The sudden movement caused me to lose my balance, and I stumbled forward allowing Jerry to catch me and pull me towards himself. Our faces were only inches apart, and I could see the lust in his eyes. Jerry pressed his mouth to my ear. "You fucking dirty bitch, Sammy, you want it so bad, don’t you. You’re dying for some cock aren’t you?" I nodded miserably. “Take me,” I whispered softly. “Take me here, in the kitchen. Make me yours.” I was playing with fire but couldn't deny how I felt. Jerry turned me around and with his erection poking into my bum, he shuffled the both of us towards the kitchen counter. He pressed me over the hard surface and grabbed my hips. Feeling my boobs being squashed deliciously into the hard cold marble, I reached for my skirt. “Is this what you want,” he said hoarsely, his hips bucking wildly and his cock pressing hard into me. I nodded my head and gripped my skirt, pulling it towards my waist. His erection pressed deliciously between my buttocks. “Well, Slut?” I nodded my head again whilst sobbing from frustration. I was in a right state. My heart was racing, my breathing was ragged and my cunt was dripping wet. I needed it badly and ...
    to hell with the consequences. Unfortunately, as my stocking tops came into view we heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Talk about untimely intervention. Jerry immediately backed away and left me wanting. Reluctantly I stood up and faced him and seeing the lust in his eyes, shame washed over me because I knew they mirrored mine. I glanced at his groin and saw the huge bulge he was sporting and my resolve almost weakened. Finally, I came to my senses. "Please," I said desperately, my voice still thick with lust, "Please go and sit in the lounge. Whatever you may think, I don't need any complications at the moment." Even though my husband and I weren’t in what one would call domestic bliss, we were still married and the last thing I wanted or needed was Paul catching me in a compromising position. My eyes pleaded with him. My husband’s footsteps drew closer and the cold sweat running down my back caused me to shiver. “Please…” After what seemed an eternity, Jerry picked up his beer bottle and casually disappeared into the dining room. Having hastily regained my composure, I moved towards the cooker to check the dinner and heard Paul enter the kitchen. I swallowed hard. Not a moment too soon. "How's it going?" He asked casually walking over to the cupboard. “Fine,” I said stirring the curry. “Jerry's in the lounge relaxing. Why don't you join him, dinner's almost done." Preoccupied with getting his regular beer glass, he hardly heard me and I breathed a sigh of relief as I ...
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