Preying on Other Men's Wives Ch. 01

There's something you've got to understand. It's a game, and every game has rules. You can always break the rules and win the game, but what's the challenge in that? No, I follow the rules -- I made them up after all -- so if I win, it's a satisfying victory. Here's one of the most important rules. If the MILF asks me to pull out, I pull out, simple as that. But if she doesn't ask me to pull out -- after I give her fair warning mind you -- then it's fair game.

"Oh god oh god," she moaned as her orgasm neared again.

I pumped harder. "I'm gonna cum," I warned her. "Do you want me to pull out?"

"No! Don't you dare pull out! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I leaned in smashing her legs against her tits. This let me penetrate her deeper. I felt her body tense and begin to shake. She was cumming, and the shudder of her body and what was about to happen pushed me over the edge. My cock spasmed inside her, and then my potent seed splashed against the walls of her fertile womb.

We laid there for long moments. She seemed in a state of blissful euphoria, still reveling in the intense orgasm she'd just experienced. Then, suddenly, she realized that something was amiss. I'd cum, but my cock was still inside her. "Oh no, oh no, no, no, no," she cried. She pushed against me. This time I pulled out and stood up. I looked between her legs. Only a trickle of my sperm spilled from her pussy, yet I knew I had cum a gallon. She seemed to realize that as well, and looked panicked. She stood up and rapidly pulled on her dress. She didn't bother trying to find her bra.

She looked at me anguished. "I've got to go."

I felt sorry for her, and remorse at what I'd done hit me. Wanting to give her a lifeline, I lightly touched her arm. "Listen -- tomorrow when you get home, make sure to have sex with your husband. Then, if you get pregnant ..."

I left the thought unfinished, but understanding came to her. She nodded her head, looking a little less panicked. "Thanks," she said. She turned to leave, but hesitated, her body revealing her conflicting emotions. Then she kissed me on my cheek. "Thank you," she said in a soft voice, then turned and left.

Chapter 3

(A few weeks later)

I ordered a beer and scanned the crowd, seeing a lot of pretty young girls. Many smiled at me invitingly. I smiled back, but returned my attention to my beer.

My head's wired differently, I know I'm strange. Single girls don't interest me. I look for the older women with wedding rings on their left hands. None of my friends have this obsession. But I can't help myself. Since that first time with Suzanne, the only thing that excites me is fucking women who belong to other men.

Sometimes I get lonely, and wish I could have a long term romantic relationship. But how would that work? I don't see how I can have a steady girl friend, yet still get what I need sexually. I'm not the type of guy who has a girl friend or wife. I'm the guy who fucks the other guy's girlfriend or wife.

I scanned the crowd again, then did a double take. She was looking at me, and our eyes locked. Her beauty was apparent even from across the room. Silky blonde hair framing a very pretty face, small breasted and petite, with long legs. Exactly my type. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Finally she looked away, but I still couldn't take my eyes off her.

A few minutes later the blonde was approached by another girl. Brunette, cute but not nearly as pretty, a little chubby with big tits. The brunette pulled the blonde onto the dance floor. As they danced, I saw the sparkle of a diamond wedding ring on the blonde's left hand. I felt my cock stir in my pants.

As they danced, the brunette teasingly traced her fingers up the blonde's legs, which were incredible. They were a dancer's legs, long and graceful, taut and shapely. The two were dancing so seductively close their tits were practically touching. The song ended, and I applauded along with the rest of the crowd.

The brunette lingered and playfully curtsied, but the blonde seemed embarrassed and wasted no time disappearing into the crowd. I rapidly looked around, wanting to find her. Then she appeared at the bar, just a few feet from me. I quickly made my way to her. Just as I arrived, the bartender delivered her a new Cosmo. I handed the bartender a twenty. "I'll get that," I said.

The blonde turned and her eyes grew wide. She quickly regained her composure. "Oh, that's not necessary," she said.

"That's okay," I said, studying her. She looked even better close up. I envied her husband, being able to wake up every morning next to this beauty. I felt unbalanced. Was it her pretty face, her lush blonde hair? Was it her small breasts, which somehow I knew were as perfect and perky as a teenager's? Or the wholesome, bubbly air she exuded? Or perhaps it was her legs, incredibly long and shapely, and firm and strong like a ballerina's? Or her slim ankles and small feet in her stylish designer heels? Whatever the reason, I'd never felt so attracted to a woman before.

On impulse I extended my hand. Not my right, as custom, but my left. She tilted her head, but took my offered hand. Her small hand was soft, dainty and perfect, just like the rest of her.

"I'm Darius," I said.

"Hi. Well, thanks for the drink. I'm, ah, I'm Jen."

I smiled, thinking how perfect her name fit her. I gently squeezed her hand, extending our introduction, and felt the diamond of her wedding ring press against my palm. My cock throbbed. I resolved at that moment to make her mine.

At least until I got tired of her.

(Continued in "Husband's Fantasy Backfires")