Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

Andy groaned out loud, his obvious pleasure only serving to increase Jennifer’s own excitment. She began to work her whole mouth over the end of the cock now, bobbing her head up and down as she did so.

At first she simply took the bell-end into her mouth, then released it quickly. Repeating this several times, she began to work it further into her mouth with each short stroke, every time sliding her lips a little further down the shaft.

She began to alternate the length at which she reached down the cock, one short stroke followed by one deep one, then one short one followed by first two deep strokes, then three.

Her free hand fumbled with the waistband of her own jeans, and she wriggled her fingers inside her knickers and began to slide a couple of fingers in and out of her moist vagina, then stroking her clitoris before plunging them back inside herself.

She felt Andy’s hand begin to caress her hair, and then firmly grasp the crown of her head. Jennifer needed very little encouragement, angling the penis towards herself to enable her to shove her head all the way down the shaft, right to the base.

Although it felt to be about the same length as Dave’s it was noticably wider, and she gagged a little as the girth of it seemed to fill the back of her throat.

Andy’s hand lifted from her head, and she gratefully withdrew for a moment. A long drip of semen extended humorously from the end of the penis to her lower lip and she smiled as she theatrically lapped at it with her tongue.

The smile fell from her face to be replaced by an expression of suprise as, to her chagrin, she saw that Andy had his mobile phone in his hand, and was filming her – she realised that he was making his very own POV movie!

Confusion reigned in her mind, and she froze hesitantly as Andy, still filming, stood and moved around behind her as she continued to kneel in front of the sofa.

She felt his free hand tug at her loose jeans behind her and, to her own amazement, she found herself using one hand to support herself on the sofa and the other hand assisting Andy in removing her jeans, pulling at her knickers as she did so, and raising first one leg then the other to facilitate his removal of the last vestiges of her clothing.

Now completely naked, she continued to kneel unresistingly as Andy fell to his own knees behind her. Reacting to an unspoken command she obediently parted her legs further to easier facilitate the penetration that she both expected and desired.

She wasn’t disappointed, as she felt the tip of Andy’s penis rub up against the wet lips of her pussy. She realised that he was using one hand wrapped around the base of his cock to steer it in as it nudged it’s way into her, and that he was probably still filming her with the phone in his other hand.

Involuntarily she groaned loudly as the length of it pushed deep into her, the extra girth giving unexpected but welcome extra sensations as Andy began to fuck her, gently and slowly at first, then harder and faster, harder and faster.

His free hand pushed down firmly on the small of her back, and then moved around to grasp her hip tightly as he banged his manhood in and out of her.

Jennifer’s own hands slid down her body. She pressed the side of her face onto the sofa to support herself while she used one hand to play with her jiggling breasts, and the other to stimulate her clit as the cock rammed into her from behind.

She began to squeeze and contract her vaginal muscles, both to heighten her own pleasure and instinctively desiring to give further pleasure to the man penetrating her so forcefully.

It proved more than enough for Andy, and Jennifer heard him cry out loudly whilst she felt his hot load shoot into her insides. The warm load, the stiffening of his body against her, and the pleasure of knowing that this man was enjoying her body so much also proved enough for her too, and she moaned as her own orgasm rippled through her body, like a series of electric shocks.

Gasping for air, Jennifer slumped forward onto the sofa. She heard Andy, panting hard, sit heavily on the carpet behind her. As her excitement began to subside, the realisation of what she had just done began to dawn on her.

Sudden pangs of guilt flashed into her mind, and she thought of Dave, and how hurt he would be if he knew what she had just done.

She felt too ashamed to turn around and face Andy as she heard him, his breath now back to normal, stand and zip himself up.

She cringed inwardly as she heard him speak “Um, ok then Jen, I’d better be going. I’ll leave that money on the table. Tell Dave I’ve called in will you, and I’ll see him down the pub tomorrow night, yeah?”

Embarrassed, Jennifer found herself unable to speak or even move as she heard him walk to the front door and let himself out. She pulled herself up to a sitting position on the sofa, clamping her legs tightly together lest the load of semen inside her should leak out.

She glanced around the room.

Her clothes were scattered across the floor, her knickers still entangled in her jeans, her vest and bra to one side. The empty cups still stood on the coffee table, alongside the pile of banknotes.

She stared unmovingly at the scene, still unable to believe what she had just done. She remained motionless for several minutes, then suddenly she leapt to her feet. She gathered up the money and looked around.

Indecision gripped her mind as she began to panic, wondering what to do next.

She knew she had to shower before Dave got home, to cleanse the dirty things she had just participated in, to purify herself for him, but she also had to tidy up, and hide what she had done.

Her stomach turned somersaults as she put the money back down on the table and gathered up her clothes from the floor. She tucked her clothes under one arm, and grabbed at the handles of the cups.

Jennifer dashed into the kitchen, shoving the clothes hastily into the washing machine, and placing the cups in the sink. She ran back into the lounge and saw with alarm that her bra had fallen on the floor.

She grabbed at it, and dashed back to the washing machine and threw it in.

Her hands shaking, she washed the cups, then dried them and put them away.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She returned to the lounge, but suddenly remembered that she had left a paper tissue in the pocket of her jeans so, not wishing to have it disintergrate in the wash she ran back and fumbled with the clothes until she removed the offending article.

Ironically, as she did so, a glob of semen dripped from her, clinging stickily to her thigh. She used the tissue to wipe herself, then hastened upstairs to flush it down the toilet.

She pulled the handle to empty the cistern, then turned the knobs to start the flow of water in the shower. As she briefly waited for the water to heat up to the correct temperature Jennifer realised with horror that the money was still on the table in the lounge!

Panicking, she dashed downstairs. She snatched the notes from the table and raced back upstairs. Unsure of where to hide it, she burst into the bedroom, and hastily tugged her underwear drawer open. She stuffed the roll of notes in, hiding them beneath her collection of lingerie.

She returned to the bathroom, and showered throughly, spending much longer than usual soaping down her body, and slipping shower-gel encrusted fingers into herself to ensure that all the foreign sperm inside her would be gone.

Jennifer sponged her body hard whilst the jets of warm water shimmered over her nakedness. She paid special attention to her breasts, her back and her hip, all the places where Andy had touched her, as if she could wash away the feel of his hands on her skin, the sensation of which still lingered in her mind.

She had spent so long in the shower that she had only just emerged when she heard Dave’s key rattling in the lock of the front door downstairs.

With an electrifying jolt of terror and guilt, she grabbed a hand-towel and arranged it turban style around her wet hair, then wrapped a bath-towel around her still-wet body.

Nervously, she ran down the stairs to greet Dave in the hallway. As she descended, in her mind she attempted to compose herself, to justify her actions to herself. Although what she had done was terrible, a thousand pounds was a thousand pounds – more money than she would’ve earned in several months at the pub.

She made a promise to herself that she would use some of the money to spoil Dave, to make up for her terrible secret betrayal.

“Hey, baby!” said Dave, smiling. His eyes took in her body, barely concealed by the towel, making Jennifer blush guiltily.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately on the lips, his tongue seeking it’s way into her unresisting mouth, as his hands strayed underneath the towel behind her, his fingers caressing her bare buttocks.

She could feel his erection bulging in his trousers as he pressedd her tightly against himself.

He released her from the embrace and said inquiringly “Has Andy been here this afternoon?”

A sudden flash of panic shot through Jennifer. Did he already know what had happened? Had he somehow guessed? Had Andy phoned him and told him? God forbid, Andy might’ve even sent him the video footage of her unfaithfulness!

Her stomach churned as she momentarily hesitated, unsure of what to say. Andy’s parting words had been ‘Tell Dave I’d called round’ weren’t they? There was no point in denying it, and if Andy told Dave that he’d been around then her lying would be suspicious.

She tried not to blush as she stuttered “Um, yes, but he couldn’t wait, he said he’d see you in the pub tomorrow night.”

Dave breathed a sigh of relief.

Once more Jennifer’s jaw dropped in shock and horror as Dave asked “Did he leave the thousand pounds I lent him yesterday so’s he could buy his new Capri, then?”