Seven Days Ch. 01

I'd definitely lose custody of my children. Philip would never speak to me again either. Rightfully so! My actions had no fucking excuse.

It was such a horrible thought, but somehow, it made my entire fucking spine sweetly tingle.

"Fuck, it feels so goooood," I crooned softly, my lips subconsciously opening to breathe through the pleasure. The thrill of getting caught was elevating the blissful sensations of the ongoing sex. The addicting buzz of what I was risking to lose just for big dick felt like it was frying the entirety of my brain. God, it felt as amazing as it was gruesome. Feeling every inch of Matt's raw dick was making my head reel.

I hear him whisper, "Poor guy. His wife is letting his rival co-worker hit her raw and he doesn't even know. The least we could do to make up for it is to say hello, wouldn't you agree?"

I vehemently shook my head sideways. No, no. I didn't fucking want that. Panic bubbled out from my throat. I loved the sex so fucking bad, but I wasn't going to give up my marriage for it, right?

Strangely, I found myself moving my hips, even gradually grinding harder on his cock.

I felt like I was in a daze. Why was I doing this? Why was I bouncing on dick? My husband was going to see me. There wasn't any time for this.

But my hips didn't stop moving.

I fucked my pussy hard on his cock with ever-increasing gusto--my hands on the back of the driver's seat, supporting my body. Animalistic, pleasure-filled noises were starting to escape from my mouth.

Here I was, grunting like a fucking slut as a big cock indescribably humped me raw towards insanity. My husband was right there. Surely, that should've been enough to remind me of things more important than sexual pleasure; of love; of trust; of loyalty.

I've read plenty of stories like these. Wasn't this the rising action of the story? The part where I realize I was making a huge mistake before pulling myself out of this equally huge cock? The part where I realize the severity of my actions and completely stop the affair?

Before living happily ever after with my husband none the wiser?

Books and movies always ended up that way. Because loyalty and trust meant more to love than sex ever will. Cheating was something you do out of impulse. Once you've actually thought about it, it was a mistake. A fucked-up thing to do.

Seeing your husband and realizing how much you love him should be the ending to every sort of story like this. After all, Philip was a great husband. He provided for me and the kids. He was thoughtful, kind, and considerate of me. He...emotionally supported and fulfilled me through the worst parts of my life. He accompanied me throughout the best years too. So why?

Why was I driving myself harder on Matt's cock?

Why was the feeling of cock emotionally fulfilling me more than he ever did?

Matt knocked on the window three times. Fuck, he was about to turn his head. Philip was going to see us through the window. No, no. Fuck, fuck, fuck...! Why....?

Why was I cumming?

I clenched my teeth in preparation for the quickly growing heat and tingle from between my legs as it headed straight towards my brain.

Matt laughed hysterically at my panic. "Don't worry. I was kidding with you! My windows are extremely tinted. He's not going to see you in here." I blacked out on the latter half of the sentence, but I heard enough for me to understand. The sudden relief of knowing my marriage wasn't over surged through my brain like waterfall on the surface of a lake.

In other words, a fucking orgasm wrecked through me.

"Fuuuuck--I'm cumming...! My pussy's cumming. Finally! My whole body is c-cumming from coooock! Oh, shiiiit...! God, he's so near! He's g-gonna hear me! Fuck--keep fucking meeee...!" I screamed, uncontrollably banging on the windows from the indescribable pleasure of Matt's big, fat dick mercilessly pounding my sweet spots. Noticing the tapping noises on the window, my husband looked directly at us. He was probably wondering what the muted noises were. God, he looks so oblivious.

The sight of him sent a deeper thrill in my pussy, squeezing Matt's huge cock tighter inside me.

Matt laughed as he slapped my ass. "Greet your husband, bitch!" he ordered.

I squealed, sounding like a fucking pig as I looked into my husband's eyes and obeyed, "Hiii, hubby. Just wait for a b-bit, all right? We can, shit, we can c-continue our date after. I'm sorry for being such a slut for big dick! Oh, fuck! B-baby..! Oh, my god! I'm being FUCKED raaaaw by Matt. I love it..! I love his big cock so m-much! OH, YEAH..! FUCK ME HARD, BABY?! God, your new boss is f-fucking me so good. He's hitting so deeeep! Sex with you never f-felt like this, baby--FUUUCK--oh, shit...! Keep fucking me, sir. Keep fucking meeee, please...!"

"Jesus, what a fucking slut. What dogshit luck did Philip encounter to have you as a wife. This pussy is great though," he said casually, slapping my ass again as I eagerly met his thrusts.

"Yeeeessss! Raw, big cooock feels so goooood," I slurred, my eyesight becoming increasingly unfocused. I was trying to look at my husband, but I couldn't even fucking align my eyes. The father of my two children. The love of my life. Philip. My loyal husband. My soulmate. The gentleman I had asked from the world since I was a little teenage girl who read her first romance story.

Suddenly, it became apparent to me that this situation was ironically the farthest thing from romance. None of this nasty fuck-session said, "Prince Charming on a white horse," honestly.

Unless it had something to do with a fat horse-cock.

Feeling his cock-head hump against a sweet spot though, I couldn't care less about that. Both my teeth and cunt were clenched tightly. It was stupid to deny it at this point. The illicitness of the situation was making my head swirl as much as ten times, at the very least.

I was betraying my husband by letting his rival, soon-to-be-boss, fuck me raw while I found myself face to face with the former. My husband and I were making completely different expressions just a few inches away from each other behind the tinted wall.

A distance no longer than the big dick I was riding right now--only separated by a wall Philip couldn't see through.

I placed my fingers on the corner of his beautiful eyes. I loved my husband. I really did. We had an almost perfect life together. We got married out of love, had kids, lived together. This phase of our lives was essentially our happily ever after. So why?

Somehow, why did all of that seem to matter less than the feeling of cock pressing against my fucking womb at this very moment?

Matt laughed as he held the sides of neck. He groaned, "What'd I tell ya, slut? We should've fucked raw a long time ago. Don't you feel silly now, bitch?

I uttered with difficulty, "Fuck, yeeaah...! I was such an uptight bitch! I should have let you hump my brains out since five fucking years ago. You're messing my cheating pussy up, fuck! It feels fucking amaaazing! More, please! Please!"

He put his rough palms directly on my ass, squeezing my wobbling cheeks as he drove himself deeper in me. Matt joked, "Now you're just a tight bitch, huh?"

I couldn't help but grin at the sexist, yet clever banter as electrifying shocks ran through my whole body every time his huge cock went in and out. I could feel the man's fingers start to prod at my asshole too. That only seemed to amplify the pleasurable sensations growing between my legs.

I ran my palms around my husband's image from the tinted window. He was looking around, probably for me. The thought made me feel unfathomably guilty and I professed my undying love for him, "Oh, honey. Fuuuuck. I looove you. I fucking LOVE you so much. I'm still as m-madly in love with you as I was since the day I married you...! FUCK, YESSSS!"

Matt hissed as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled, "Nah, bitch. This ain't love. No self-respecting wife and mother of two kids would do this with their husband's rival in the name of 'love'. Let's call a spade a fucking spade. You're doing this out of love for cock. Not your husband--cock. Big, fat cock buried deep in this nasty, cheating slit."

He continued mocking me, "Cock isn't Philip, bitch. You're confusing them both. Say it. Confess your love for cock."

I shut my eyes tightly. The euphoric flow of emotions I was receiving from this were unbelievably fucking intense. Every hair in my body was standing up in attention. Every nerve in my body at fucking attention with his fingers tickling my asshole. Every inch of my skin feeling the full effects of his cock-head pushing past my g-spot. Philip could never even prod at it in comparison. Meanwhile, Matt was just jamming it in.

And I was cumming with every thrust with this barbarian's dick inside me.

I screamed, "Oh, honey. Fuck. Fuck! Fuuuuck....! I love coooock. I fucking LOVE cock so much. I'm m-madly in love with Matt's big, fat c-cock...! Is that what you wanna hear?!"

"Yes! That's my fucking girl, shit! God, you're so fucking tight. It feels like a cumming pussy the whole time," he groaned. That's because it really was. I couldn't tell him that though--every part of my body was beyond my control right now. Including my mouth and tongue, which only babbled moans of wonder and worship.

"Does it turn you on every time he complains about me? I bet it does. You're a fucking horrible wife. I think you should know that! You're a damn good slut though."

My lips pouted with indignation as tears threatened to fall from my eyes. Honestly, I didn't know if they were triggered from his mean words or just his mind-numbingly good dick, but whatever it was, I was hurt. I have been the perfect wife for years.

Sure, I was currently letting my husband's rival co-worker and soon to be boss hit the back of my married pussy, but haven't I done enough to deserve the benefit of the doubt? The feeling of big dick was to fucking die for. If anything, I should be mad at my husband because he wasn't up to par.

I wasn't though. As long as I could keep this fat cock inside me forever. Doesn't that make me an even better wife?

I groaned, "No, I love my family! Your dick is just too gooood...!"

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and used it as leverage to fuck me harder. Somehow, it reminded me of my husband's fingers gently running through my hair whenever we took a bath together. Then he would tie my long hair just the way I liked them--a simple, yet neatly-done ponytail. It was professional, practical, and clean.

The countless images of me in that hairstyle suddenly overlapped with the one I had now. Right now, my hair also resembled a ponytail. I focused on the faint image of myself on the window. Split-ends were scattered all over my originally neat strands, and several parts of my hair weren't cleanly tied to one side.

But I never felt prettier than I was at this moment. I imagine the world's most beautiful ponytail to look a lot like this one. Done roughly and without care, tied to another man's hand as he roughly pulled on it as leverage to fuck me harder--devoid of any sort of love or regard for my comfort. Only what I could offer him as a woman.

My complete sexual submission.

In comparison, Philip probably couldn't bear to hurt a single part of me in any way even if I asked him to. He treasured me. The rough manhandling from Matt completely contrasted that.

And that sent a terrible shiver down my fucking cunt and spine.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll keep your husband in the company. I could fire him, but he's good at his job. And I have a feeling I could have him in the office while his wife blows my cock under the desk. You like that? Oh, shit. This pussy got fucking tighter! Jesus, what a fucking slut," he exclaimed.

My pussy did love the idea. I knew I shouldn't at all, but I did.

I also knew I wouldn't resist Matt if he ever asked that of me one day. Hell, for that dick, I couldn't imagine a single thing I wouldn't do right then and there.

Meanwhile, while I continued to get fucked within an inch of my life, I stared lovingly at my carefree husband behind the windows. A simple click from Matt's car would completely expose my face and my affair to my husband. Knowing the sadistic stud, it wasn't entirely off the mark for him to do something like that for entertainment. I never knew I had it in me to feel pleasure from the thrill of powerless anxiety coursing through my veins while I thought about that.

Spoiler alert: I did.

My husband prepared for this beautiful dinner for the past few months. This restaurant was famously known for its strict requirements in applications for a membership card. We were wait-listed for years, only recently being accepted in light of my husband's growing finance. We were supposed to celebrate our special 16th anniversary, but here I was instead--riding his rival's cock in his car. You know what the worst part is?

I'd honestly rather be here.

The blissful act of having Matt's huge, fat cock buried inside, hitting my cervix in ways I didn't know existed seemed far more appealing to my mind than having a romantic dinner with my husband of 16 lawfully wedded years.

Matt muttered in my ear as he took my huge, married tits in his rough palms, "You know what's the funny part? Your husband works waaay harder than me. He had more solid results too. Meanwhile, I was casually fucking half the women in the office along with two board members of the company. That's why I got the job, honey. Can you believe that? Isn't that fucked up?" My eyes rolled up. It was a weird, twisted feeling. To be proud of a man as he confessed he got the job with significantly less effort.

To pity your husband for trying as hard as he did while said man fucks you uncaringly.

It only made it much worse (better) that I knew how much Philip worked for this possible promotion. Meanwhile, his rival got the position by simply fucking the women in charge.

He got laid, and he got the job!

I couldn't blame them though. The dick was so good that I probably would have given him the position, even if it were against my husband.

Matt slowed down his pace and proceeded to sensually drag his cock and stimulate the sides of my cervix before finally smashing it directly. I gasped once again.

I've always been told even the very subtle act of tapping them hurt very much. From female friends to internet discussions, I was warned never to allow it to even happen because it hurt like a bitch. The cervix wasn't meant to be hit or stimulated--it was meant to be avoided. I had never experienced it because Philip wasn't big enough to reach either. I was even grateful for that then. What I was feeling right now though? It was also gratitude, sure, but it wasn't pain.

It was anger, for depriving myself of this sensation my whole life, along with a fucking orgasm.

My eyes rolled up to the back of my head as he continued skillfully humping at my cervix with the head of his cock while pulling my nipples roughly with his fingers.

He whispered mockingly, leaning his chin over my shoulder, "Oh, yeah. Cervical orgasms, baby!"

Matt then expertly stimulated my clit to further enhance the full-body experience I was already struggling to sanely live through. My chest was heaving; I forgot to breathe during the whole ordeal. Somehow, the lack of oxygen in my lungs only seemed to intensify the momentous pleasure, fracturing my mind into millions of pieces. Rebuilding it with thoughts of cock and nothing but.

As if that wasn't enough, another strange, tingling sensation was headed on its way as soon as I came down from that high.

"Wait!" I shouted. My desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as he amped up the speed of our fucking. Distinct 'pa pa pa' noises were sounding out from our bodies as they collided against one another.

"Wait--Matt, stop...! Something is c-coming out. No, it feels weeeeird. No, no. Fuuuuck--wait a minute. G-give me a break!"

Suddenly, I made eye contact with my husband. My eyes froze, glued to his sea-green eyes.

The big, beautiful doe eyes I fell in love with since the moment I saw them, looking directly at me.

It was only for a moment, but that was enough to push me off the edge completely.

"OOH, FUUUUCK...! I'm fucking cumming agaaain--WHAT THE SHIT, FUCK--"

My head jolted back as clear, transparent liquid shot out of my pussy while my body convulsed in another orgasm. Meanwhile, Matt didn't stop for a second, fucking me throughout my orgasm and seamlessly connecting them with another. I was still riding on the coattails of my previous orgasm when another massive one wrecked through me.

My eyes rolled up uncontrollably. I swear I almost saw the back of my brain. How was this man so fucking good?! It was totally unfair. Matt was practically making me cum constantly. The orgasms weren't your typical run-of-the-mill either. They were deep, full-blown, mind-shattering, world-numbing ORGASMS. They felt so fucking violent. As if someone was squeezing my brain directly, smashing it to bits in the sweetest way possible.

Simply put, it hurts so fucking good.

"Jesus, you're squirting right on your husband!" I hear him exclaim. Every time he thrusted in me, more fluids spurted. The liquids ejaculating from my pounded pussy landed right on the tinted windows. Philip was still standing there, so it looked as if he himself was drenched in the liquid.

I bit my lips, unbelievably turned on by the illicit sight. Matt was still chuckling over slight disbelief. I must look pathetic, spurting uncontrollably out of my pathetic, cheating pussy as I rubbed my clit with my fingers in a gradually slowing pace in accordance to my orgasm's descension.

I was still feeling the aftershocks when two fingers suddenly pried my twitching sphincter open again. It burned. I was an anal virgin after all. My ongoing orgasm made it burn so good though. The thought of having a man's thumb up my ass only made my mental submission that much deeper.

Matt started to introduce a new pace. He was slower this time, but deeper. I basked in the feeling of being impaled. Suddenly, a strange, horrible idea passed through my mind.

In the end, impulsivity and cock won over my own morality.

I stuck my tongue out and leaned in, pressing it directly on the tinted window. I moaned out as I felt the cold, wet surface on my tongue. Like a cheap slut, I slowly ran my mouth over the areas my fluids were dripping on, coating my tongue with my own indecent substance. God, if Philip were still directly looking at the car window, he would've seen a pinkish, red tongue slurping on an unidentifiable liquid like a pig. Tinted windows covered a lot, but directly touching them would reveal that contacted part for sure.

I knew Matt was loving what I was doing because he suddenly grew breathlessly silent, unmoving as his cock constantly twitched inside my pussy folds. The twisted act was also turning me on like crazy. I gently puckered my lips and kissed the window, slurping and sucking the wetness from it. A normal guy could probably fap to the fresh, lewd sounds I was making.

Was this how I tasted like? I pondered deeply as I sucked it in. It wasn't nasty or rancid like how I imagined. It just tasted like normal water with a slightly salty flavor underneath.

One could even say it tasted good.

"You're....something special, aren't you? I've never seen anyone nasty enough to do that," Matt said in amazement, his cock still completely buried inside me.

I proudly grinned at the compliment.

"Seeing what you did gave me a pretty great idea though. Let's hope your guy stays there for a little longer."

He rubbed his lower lip with his thumb before continuing to speak, "In fact, let's not leave it up to petty chance. Call him. Tell him to stay exactly where he is." Matt then flexed his cock inside me. My head jolted upwards. If I had any reservations in denying him, they disappeared with that. God, a single twitch of his cock was enough to send my head reeling.