It's been about a week since my first encounter with Steve. I’ve snuck over a few times during lunch for some afternoon delight. Guilt has been overwhelming me, but at the same time, I think I’m starting to fall in love with him. He’s the best sex I’ve ever had, and the way he makes me feel is… intense passion is the only way I can describe it.

Today is no different. My phone buzzes with a text from Steve: “Can you stop by? I’ve got a big problem I need help with.”

I reply instantly: “Of course ;)"

The hour between that text and lunch feels agonizingly long. Every minute crawls by. Finally, I escape work, rush to my car, and drive the ten minutes to his house. The second he opens the door, I practically leap into his arms. Our lips crash together. His hands pull me in tight while mine fumble for the button on his pants. I undo it, let them drop to the floor, then sink to my knees.

I stroke his cock until it’s rock hard.

“I love watching it get hard,” I murmur right before I open my mouth and swallow the tip. My tongue swirls around the head.

“Ohhh, that’s it, Sammy,” Steve moans.

His encouragement is intoxicating. I shove his cock deeper, choking on it as I take him all the way.

“Ohhh fuck yes, baby,” he groans. My hand cups and rubs his balls while his cock throbs deep in my throat. My head bobs back and forth; wet sucking and slurping noises fill the kitchen.

“Oh my god, I need to fuck you now.”

With one last deep thrust down my throat, I look up at him. His hand rests on the back of my head, guiding me. Finally, I pull off, gasping.

“I have a little surprise for you today,” I say as I stand.

“Oh yeah?” He grins, already undoing my pants and tugging them down, revealing my pink panties.

“Mmm, you look so hot in those, Sammy.”

I model them for him, spinning around and wiggling my ass. He bends me over the table and delivers a sharp spank.

“Mmm, yes please.”

Another spank.

“Ohhh fuck.”

He pulls my panties down, exposing the butt plug nestled inside me.

“Ohhh my, honey…”

“You like?” I giggle.

“Fuck yes.”

His fingers wrap around the base, teasing and playing with it before he slowly pulls it out. I moan as he works it back and forth.

“Mmm, you’re such a good slut,” he says, finally removing it completely.

He grabs the bottle of lube, coats his cock generously, then slicks my hole. He presses the head against me, pushing harder until it pops inside.

“Ohhh my god, yes!” I cry out.

He opens me up slowly at first, warming me up. Within moments he’s buried deep, gripping my waist and pounding my ass. We’re both moaning loudly.

“Yes, Daddy, harder!” I plead.

He obliges, fucking me exactly the way I need it.

“Ohhh fuck,” he groans. He pulls out, helps me flip over so I’m lying flat on the table, then shoves back inside. His hand wraps around my cock, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts.

“You gonna cum for Daddy?” he asks.

“Ohhh yes, Daddy, I’m gonna cum!”

“Ohhh yes, Sammy, I’m cumming!” Steve yells.

The sensation of his cock pulsing and filling my ass, combined with his hand pumping my cock, pushes me over the edge. I shoot cum all over my stomach and chest.

“Ohhh my god, that was amazing.”

He pulls out slowly. I head to the bathroom to clean up. It’s only been twenty minutes—I still have a little time before I need to get back to work. We sit on the couch, snuggling close.

“You and your wife should come over this weekend,” Steve suggests. “Maybe play some board games or something.”

“That would be fun.”

“Maybe you’ll get drunk and have to stay the night.”

“Oh, right. Yeah, she’d go for that,” I say sarcastically. “But let me check with her and see if she has plans.”

When I get back to the office, I text my wife: “Want to play board games with Steve on Sunday afternoon?”

She replies yes. We lock in the plans—bring beer and snacks.

I’m extremely nervous about being in the same room with my boyfriend and my wife.

I don’t see Steve again that week, but Sunday arrives. My heart pounds the entire drive over. When we reach the door, my hands are full of the stuff we brought. Steve answers, looking incredibly hot in that polo. He leans in to hug my wife, then me. Without thinking, I lean in and kiss him on the lips—right in front of her.

My face goes ghost white.

“Oh shit.”

“What the fuck, Sam?” Sara asks.

I turn, guilt written all over my face. “Uhm… him lol. It was a joke. We got you.”

She isn’t buying it. “Don’t bullshit me. Why did you kiss my husband?” she asks, staring at Steve.

“Well, I’ve been fucking your husband,” he says bluntly.

“Dude…” is all I manage.

Sara stands there, silent, hand over her mouth. It feels like forever.

“Honey, I’m so sorry—” I start.

She holds up a finger, cutting me off.

“You’ve been fucking my husband?”

“Yeah,” Steve answers casually. “He’s good.”

“Really?” she replies.

Steve chuckles. “Yeah, he is.”

“Hmmm… show me.”

“What?”

“Show me. I want to watch you suck his cock.”

“Are you serious?”

“Sam, get on your knees and suck his cock.” She sits down in a chair. “Do it.”

I stare at her, dumbfounded, then drop to my knees. Steve undoes his pants. I reach in, pull out his cock, and look at her as I stroke it. It hardens quickly. She pulls up her dress, exposing her panties, and slides them aside to rub her clit.

“Put it in your mouth.”

I wrap my lips around him, eyes locked on her as my head starts bobbing.

“Mmm, you’re doing great,” Sara moans, fingers working her pussy. “How is he, Steve?”

“He’s really good,” Steve responds.

“Fuck his mouth.”

He grabs the back of my head and starts thrusting hard, fucking my face. Spit runs down my chin as I gag and choke. Sara joins me on her knees. Steve releases my head. She grabs his cock and sucks, then passes it back to me while she licks his balls. Soon we’re making out around his shaft, tongues sliding over him and each other.

Steve’s moans fill the room, but I barely hear them over the intensity between Sara and me. She leans in and whispers in my ear, “I wanna watch him fuck you.”

“Okay.”

She looks up at Steve. “Fuck my husband.”

“As you wish.”

I lie on my back. Steve lubes his cock again, then rubs more into my ass. He presses against me. We both moan.

“You ready, Sammy?” he asks.

“Mmm, Sammy. I like that,” Sara says with a grin.

“Yes, Daddy, fuck me please.”

“Daddy? Oh my god, you’re so dirty,” Sara says, huge smile on her face.

Steve pushes in.

“Mmm fuck,” I moan.

Sara leans down and starts sucking my cock while Steve begins thrusting. Holy fuck, it feels incredible.

She pulls off, watching his cock slide in and out.

“Oh my god, that is so hot. I can’t believe you’re fucking my husband.”

Steve pulls out. “Suck on it, Sara.”

Without hesitation, she wraps her lips around him.

“Ohhh my god, Sammy, she’s so good,” he groans.

He pulls out of her mouth and slams back into me. Sara moves up and we start making out again.

She breaks the kiss and looks at me. “You’re such a fucking slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna eat Mommy’s pussy now.”

She straddles my face, facing Steve, and grinds her soaking pussy against my mouth. She leans forward; she and Steve start making out while they use my body.

“Ohhh fuck,” she moans. She grabs my cock as they kiss. “Mmm yes, yes, right there, Sammy, right there. Ohhh yes, yes, I’m cumming—fuck!”

She shudders through her orgasm, then slides down. Using Steve’s shoulders for balance, she straddles my cock and sinks onto it.

“Ohhh yes, that’s it.”

“Mmm, fuck, Sara… oh my goodness.”

She starts bouncing.

“Oh my god, I’m not gonna last very long—this is so fucking hot,” I moan. My hands grip her waist. My legs wrap tightly around Steve as he keeps fucking my ass.

“Ohhh my god, yes, yes, fuck—I’m gonna cum!”

Steve picks up his pace. Sara matches him. Within seconds I’m shooting rope after rope inside her. My legs tighten around Steve’s waist. Moments later, he buries himself deep and groans.

“Ohhh fuck yes, I’m cumming!”

He pulses, filling my ass with his load.

Steve sits back in his oversized chair. Sara collapses onto the couch. The three of us just sit there in stunned, satisfied silence.