Her Cuckolding Experience Ch. 02

She leaned into his body, sighing. It's been a while since they had proper time together, and she appreciated it very much. Her phone was buzzing over and over in her pocket though, and she was hesitant to open it. She was worried it could be Mehdi, and she knew Ali wouldn't like that very much. She was sure he still didn't know they were still communicating with each other, her body taking charge, inhibiting her from making the right decision, and she felt guilty every single day. Every single day.

But she couldn't help it. Mehdi made her feel things that were beyond anything she could imagine. Not just when he pumped his load into her, making her scream his name over and over. It was more than that, he gave her this fierce personality she never really had before, made her feel like a proper woman that could moan and lust and want things. The way that he looked at her with those eyes... it made her shiver just thinking about it.

Now, leaning into Ali, her mind wandered. She thought about Mehdi's dick, how large it was, how it felt inside of her. Why was she like this? Why wasn't she capable of just enjoying his company anymore? He was the one that asked her to do this in the first place, to go out and meet guys but don't tell him anything about it. She was hesitant at first, of course she was. It was so wrong. Beyond unacceptable. And she loved him very much, she would never do anything to hurt him. Well, that was what she thought at first. Maybe she was crueler than she thought, or maybe her body needed way more than what she thought. What these guys were capable of giving her, particularly Mehdi, was beyond everything she could've imagined.

It was like he could sense that her mind left him, left the embrace he was giving her, and he sat up, pausing the television show they were watching together. "Hmm?" She said sleepily, looking behind her.

He shook his head. "Don't worry, just getting some water."

"Oh, okay." She replied.

"Do you want anything?" He asked, smiling at her gently, though the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"No, thank you." What she really wanted right now... he wouldn't be able to provide her. Ah! Why was she having these dark thoughts again? He walked off from the dark of the living room into the kitchen, his form disappearing into the hallway.

She immediately took the phone out of her pocket, staring at the dirty texts Mehdi had been sending her all night.

M: I need to fuck you. Right now.

Z: I told you it can't happen, he's sensed my feelings for you, and it's not okay with him.

M: I don't care Zsofi, I need you. I'm so horny.

Z: I want you, too. Mehdi.

M: I know you do. I can smell your lust from here. Don't try to hide it from me.

Z: I'm not trying to hide it from you. I'm trying to respect my husband's wishes.

M: I'm getting impatient.

Z: I have to go, we're watching a show together tonight.

Z: I'll talk to you later.

M: Get back here Zsofi!!

M: Babe, I know you can't stop thinking about me either.

M: I know you need me.

M: I know you want me.

M: He won't have to know. You can tell him you're with all the other guys who can't fuck you like I do.

M: That's why he's jealous, you know? Because he knows how much I can pleasure you... something he could never do.

M: Meet me after work tomorrow.

M: I'll show you what you've been missing.

She gasped, her eyes rapidly skimming through his texts, which have been coming in all night. Everything he said was right, but that didn't mean she was going to admit it to him or herself. She wasn't that kind of woman. She couldn't be. She was about to reply back when Ali entered the room, watching her expression.

"Is he texting you again?" He asked, looking like a lost puppy.

"Yes." She admitted, and slid her phone back in her pocket. How wretched she must look right now...

"Why don't you just block him?" He asked impatiently. "I thought I told you to stop talking to him. I don't like that guy."

"Ali... you know I can't do that." She said calmly, though her voice shook a little.

"And why not?" Ali said, setting the water on the table without drinking it.

"Because I love him." He wanted her to be completely honest with him, and the most she could do was admit this to him.

He furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn't the type to get angry very often, but it was clearly he was not okay with what materialized from this situation. "Which is why you can no longer speak to him. Fucking was okay, you deserved someone who could make you cum... but to develop feelings... that's more than I can take." His voice softened at the last part, it was clear how much she had hurt him.

"Ali..." She said, biting her lip. She didn't know what she could say next to comfort him. It would all be a lie, and she couldn't lie to him.

"I'm going to bed now." He said, clearly very hurt. "I hope you can learn to understand how I feel. And respect it." He strolled into the bedroom, and she was uncertain whether or not she was invited to their bed tonight or not.

She read the messages from Mehdi over and over again, her mind spinning out of control. Just his words alone made her feel so wet, and she could feel her lips rub against each other, clearly very well lubricated. How could she pass this up? Pass up the immense pleasure he gave her? Maybe she could somehow take the love part out of the equation... learn to just enjoy his company like she did with the other men she was allowed to see when she was feeling horny. Maybe that would be okay with Ali.

Z: I'll see you tomorrow after work.

She sighed out loud, very frustrated with herself. She put her phone back in her pocket, and laid back on the couch. She would respect Ali's space tonight and sleep here, he deserved some rest, and sleeping with his cheating wife was probably not what he wanted right now, especially one that had clearly fallen in love with another man.

She thought about Mehdi the whole day, how could she not? She hadn't felt his embrace in weeks, and all she wanted was to feel what she remembered feeling every time they've seen each other in the past. She was almost a giddy school girl with excitement.

She drove over to his house... was she already wet? What a whore she was... wet for a guy that wasn't her husband. She was a horrible, horrible person. She had half a mind to drive back home, and never speak to Mehdi again. But she physically couldn't, she needed to see him too bad, and she could never hurt him that way.

It took her a few minutes to gather up the courage to knock on the door, and when she did, he stood there in a casual shirt and long black work pants, staring at her with intense eyes. "I thought you may have changed your mind." He said, his voice sounding a little hurt, but expressed the same calm soothingness she always craved from him.

"I was going to... but I couldn't." She said, her voice straining. It was hard for her to be here, especially since she was directly lying to Ali by doing this.

"I feel the same way, I can't keep apart from you." He said. She looked him up and down. He was so tall that she usually had to lean up to kiss him, and he was beyond handsome, enough that it took her breath away every time she saw him.

"Come in." He said, and let her into the house. It was just like she remembered, it was only a few months since they'd seen each other, but it felt like a lifetime to her. "What do you want to do?" He asked gently, a little awkward since their time apart.

She shook her head. "I don't know." He reached her hand out and brushed her cheek, looking down at her with a slight smile on his face.

"I think I know what you really want to do." His grin widened, looking a little malicious.

She blushed furiously, was she that obvious? "I'm... I'm not like that." She stammered.

"Oh? But I think you are." He replied smoothly. "Why don't we go upstairs and satisfy that craving pussy of yours?" She gaped at him, how did he turn this around so quickly? She couldn't help but follow him though, and before they even reached his bedroom, he slammed her against the wall of the hallway aggressively, his lips seeking her right away.

She couldn't help but respond, this is what she's been craving for for weeks now. She had him at the back of her mind every time she was with another man, not just her husband. He satisfied more than any of them could, and her lust had slowly turned into an obsession.

He forced his tongue into her mouth, grazing her teeth as he did. She moaned into him, her body arching against his in a delicious way. He loved how sensitive she was for him, and loved that she remembered his body despite the months of silence. She dug her finger into his back, and he slipped his shirt off, tossing it onto the hallway floor. She was impatient as he did, even a second without his touch was hard for her to handle. He adjusted his leg against her, and thrust her hard against her clothes. There were still many layers of clothing between them... but she could already feel the contour of his dick, how hard he was for her. It made her content knowing he needed her just as much as she needed him.

"I bet you're wet for me already, slut." He said, and reached his hand underneath her formal work dress, searching for the panties he knew she especially picked out for him. He grinned into her lips when he felt it... the wetness that was already slipping down her thighs, completely ruining her panties. "It seems I was right."

She was beyond embarrassed. She hated how her body betrayed her every time she saw him, it was obvious how much she needed him, and he was able to take advantage of this. He dropped her panties onto the floor, pulling them down smoothly, she held onto his shoulders quietly as he did. She was his now. His to do whatever he wanted with. There was no way to hide this fact anymore, even Ali knew how she really felt. He had known before she even admitted it to him.

Mehdi lifted her legs up, and rested his body against hers to hold her up against the wall. "It seems we won't even be able to make it to the bedroom this time." He whispered in her ear, his breath hot and steamy against it. She almost gulped from the lust she felt at that moment, and the fear of how much control he had of her.

She was about to reply... to demonstrate any semblance of control, when he thrusted hard into her. She screamed out loud, her voice echoing through the halls of the house. When had he taken his dick out? When had he aligned his dick against me? She was so blind, how did she not notice any of it? And yet... the surprise of it all made it so much better. He started to thrust into her, and her pussy tightened against him uncontrollably.

"I see your cunt still remembers the feel of my cock." He whispered urgently against her lips, it seems her tightness was getting to him as well, he almost groaned out when he said those dirty words.

She couldn't reply properly, all she could do was moan out loud over and over, a moan for each of his hard thrusts, which felt like it was hitting her cervix over and over again. How could she have possibly passed this up? The immense pleasure and lust he provided her? How could she ever pick Ali over him, a man who wasn't even able to provide her with an orgasm? How foolish she was over these few months... to abandon this gorgeous dick. Oh, to feel this kind of satisfaction again... to feel his dick pounding into her over and over with what could only be described as expertise, she wouldn't be able to pass it up for the world.

She felt like a little girl again, completely overwhelmed by the power of this man. All she could do was let him pummel her into the wall, so hard that it felt like they would destroy it. "Mehdi..." was all she could moan out over and over again.

"You don't know how to say anything else, do you?" He grinned. "All you can think about is how good my cock feels." All she could do was groan in response as he gave her a particularly hard thrust.

He let go of one of her arms, and reached down to flick her clit. Even just a few rubs against it was enough to put her over the edge, and she screamed out as she milked him over and over, her pussy pulsing so hard against him it felt like he was going to pop right out. He groaned at that, losing control. "God, you feel so good when you're squeezing me like that." He moaned out the words.

She couldn't say anything in response, it felt like she was cumming again, could that even be possible? But before her first orgasm subsided, she came once more, squeezing him so tight that he slipped out of her, but he regained his composure and slammed into her, hard. "MEHDI!" She screamed, and he couldn't take it anymore. He gave her a few final thrusts and came inside of her, his load pumping out over and over again as he lost control.

They were both so weak at the end, and he plopped her onto the floor. Her legs wouldn't stop shaking, and she fell onto it, her whole body still pulsing. He looked down at her for a second, and fell onto the floor as well, right next to her. He pulled her tight against his body, in the exact same position she was in with Ali the night before. He shushed her and brushed her wet matted hair, telling her what a fucking good girl she was.