My Husband, My Life Pt. 03

"His apartment," he repeated, as if contemplating the implications. His eyes traveled down my body. I knew what he'd see. A camel toe formed in the crotch of my leotard, the material moist. I felt his finger run between my swollen pussy lips, exploring the wetness in the material. "Did you cheat on me with Danny?" he asked, his voice quivering with excitement.

"I love you Michael," I answered, looking into his eyes. "Would I cheat on you?"

He caressed my neck, his fingers lightly drawing circles over the hickey Danny had marked me with. Then he pressed his lips against mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth, his hands urgently exploring my body. He threw me onto the sofa and ripped off my clothes. Just as he was about to plunge into my well used pussy, he looked into my eyes. "God I love you!"

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My affair with Danny went on for 3 months. I never admitted it to Michael – that was the game we were playing – and Danny didn't know that Michael knew. We met 2 or 3 times a week. Danny adored my body, and even said he loved me. He wanted me to break up with Michael and move in with him. But while I loved Danny's body and what he could do with it, I didn't love him.

I loved Michael, despite all his warped desires. Outside our sex life, he remained the kind gentle man I'd fallen in love with, and once again he was lavishing me with his attention and warmth. He stopped looking at other girls. I was the center of his world.

To be truthful, I got off on the kinky sex games we played. It thrilled me to fuck Danny moments after being with Michael, or make love with Michael an hour after having Danny's huge cock inside me, all the while pretending my body was exclusively Michael's. Unbeknownst to him, Danny added fuel to our game. While he never admitted it, I could tell he got off on screwing his rival's girlfriend. A few weeks into our affair, Michael was chosen over Danny for a big promotion. That night the three of us went out to celebrate. Danny pretended like he was being a good sport, but while he congratulated Michael he had his hand up my skirt.

Danny had schemed with a co-worker to page Michael back to the office for a client emergency. As Michael kissed me goodbye and insisted everyone stay and enjoy themselves, Danny was fingering me under the table. As Michael disappeared out the restaurant door, Danny smiled knowingly at some of his friends around the table. I suspected Danny told many people at the law firm he was screwing me right under Michael's nose. He got off on that, having an affair with his rival's girlfriend.

Minutes after Michael's departure, Danny got up and announced he was calling it a night. "How about I give you a ride home?" he said to me. I nodded, getting up. I blushed, knowing everyone knew I was having an affair with Danny and was going home with him. God, my pussy throbbed.

Danny made me call Michael in the taxi, and tell him Danny was escorting me home. As I said "I love you" to Michael, I held back moans as Danny unbuttoned my blouse and sucked on my nipples.

I'd worn very special lingerie, a lacy red bustier Michael had given me for Valentine's day. Danny loved it when I told him that. The thought of fucking me in the special outfit I had worn for Michael made him even more frenzied with lust. He insisted we go to Michael's apartment, because he wanted to fuck me in the bed I shared with Michael. We had never done that before, but Danny intended to get as much revenge on Michael that he could over the promotion.

I got into it too. "Don't put that on!" I insisted as Danny reached for a condom. "I want to really feel you tonight!"

This was a special treat for Danny, because other than that first time, I'd never let him inside me without a condom. Danny knew it, and he didn't waste any time plunging his huge cock inside me.

"Oh god, you feel so good!" I cried as he penetrated me bareback with his long, thick cock.

"Better than Michael?" he panted into my face.

"Oh god, so much better! So much bigger!"

Later that night, I met Michael at the door. I still wore the red satin bustier, as well as the stockings and high heels. But the bustier was stained with Danny's jism. The stockings were heavily laddered. And the patent leather of the high heels were scuffed from Danny's earlier rough fucking.

"I've been waiting for you," I said, reaching up on my tip toes and kissing Michael on the lips. "I'm so proud of you, and your promotion." I did a sweet pirouette, circling very slow so he could see the evidence of my cheating. "Do you like?" I asked innocently.

"Yeah," he said with a hoarse, excited voice. He pushed me to the bedroom. I hadn't changed the sheets or even made the bed. Wet spots were everywhere. I laid on the bed and spread my legs. He sat next to me and inspected the dampness of my thighs. Then he pulled aside my panties (which were soaking wet), and studied my pussy. I'm sure he could see thick white liquid ooze from my swollen pussy lips.

He got between my legs and pulled out his hard penis. "Here," I said, handing him a condom. He ripped it open and put it on, but it loosely draped over his penis. In his frenzied lust he looked confused, but then he glanced at the package, which said "Magnum XXL." Understanding came to him. It was one of Danny's condoms. Suddenly, Michael's body convulsed, and he came into the condom.

As Michael's spasms subsided, I pulled him to me. "That's okay, we can do it tomorrow," I said with a soft voice. Michael spooned me. "I love you," he said into my ear.

"I love you too," I sighed, happier and more content than I'd ever been in my life.