Mark
I was still feeling bad about having to cut my chat with Sam short last night, so when my last meeting of the day got canceled, I figured I’d surprise her with an impromptu visit on my way home. Heather was already expecting me to be home late, so I didn’t even have to worry about making up an excuse.
I checked my phone and saw that I had a few messages from Sam.
Sam: I can’t wait to talk later
Sam: I have a fun story to tell you
Sam: At least I hope you’ll think it’s a fun story :P
I smiled to myself, feeling a tingle of excitement as I wondered what kind of story she had to tell me. It made me that much more eager to go see her, so I wouldn’t have to wait much longer to find out.
Mark: Can’t wait to hear your fun story :)
I kept my response simple for the time being, not wanting to give away my surprise just yet. After another 15-20 minutes of responding to emails and checking in on a couple of projects, I was ready to head out for the day.
***
I got lucky with a parking spot right outside Sam’s building and checked my phone. She hadn’t read my message from earlier, so I wondered whether she might still be at work. I tried texting again, hoping I’d get a response soon if she had her phone on and could hear the chime.
Mark: I have a surprise, too
Mark: My last meeting got canceled, and I just parked right outside your building ;)
Then I wasted some time scrolling through social media and news articles on my phone while I waited to hear from her.
I gave it a few minutes, but still no response, and no sign that Sam had read my messages. Maybe she ended up having to work late, or she stayed after her lifeguarding shift to work out at the gym. That was the risk of planning a surprise visit, I guess.
I tried one more message.
Mark: Still on your way home from work?
It was a nice day at least, so I got out and walked towards the park while I debated about how long I could reasonably wait around before I’d need to head home.
Then, as soon as I stepped out of the car, I heard what sounded like distant moaning sounds, probably coming from an open window nearby. I smiled to myself as I looked up, trying to find the source. The first thing I noticed was that Sam’s bedroom window was open. Could the sound be coming from there? I kept listening, but the traffic and other city noises bouncing off of the buildings made it difficult to tell.
Just then, the front door to Sam’s building opened as one of her neighbors was on their way out. Instinctively, I jogged over to catch the door before it closed.
I made my way up the four flights of stairs, noting that the moaning was definitely getting progressively louder. My cock stiffened instantly, and I had to adjust as I kept climbing.
I think I knew the truth in my gut already, but my mind kept coming up with other plausible explanations. Maybe it was Sam’s roommate Molly hooking up with someone. Or maybe Sam was alone and masturbating.
But as I reached the door to the apartment and continued to listen, I heard the unmistakable, familiar sound of Sam’s moans and another male voice inside.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum again! Your pussy feels so good gripping my cock like that,” the guy said.
“Yes! Do it. Fuck me and fill my pussy with more of your cum! I’m going to cum again on your giant cock! You feel so good filling me so deep like that!”
That was definitely Sam.
There was a tightening feeling, both in my chest and in my pants, as I felt overcome with jealousy, rage, hurt, and arousal all at once. I leaned in and listened closely to see if I could hear a name, wondering who the guy was. I had to assume it was her neighbor, Chris. Unless she was keeping even more secrets from me.
There were some loud grunts, growls, and moans, and then I heard him cumming. Likely in her pussy, as promised.
“I’m cumming, too!” I heard Sam yell next.
“Yeah, cum on my cock, Sam! Make me feel it,” he replied.
Then her moans got steadily louder until I heard her letting go and cumming loudly, not concerned with holding back.
Just then, another door opened on a floor below, and I heard footsteps on the stairs. I knew I couldn’t stay there much longer without risking getting caught listening at Sam’s door with an obvious erection like some kind of pervert. After briefly entertaining the thought of knocking and breaking things up in there, I forced myself to leave instead. I wasn’t even sure what I would say or do if I confronted her at that moment, and thought that a semi-public fight with my college-aged mistress would not be a good look.
Once outside, I got back into my car quickly, and just sat there feeling stunned, my imagination reeling with what I’d just heard. I’d left the car windows open a crack and realized I could still hear Sam’s moans faintly from there. It sounded loud enough that she might be cumming again already.
Without another conscious thought, I reached for my cock and started rubbing and squeezing it through my pants. I’d barely started touching myself when I suddenly felt myself exploding in my underwear with a muffled groan.
Fuck. What the hell was that? I looked all around in a panic, making sure no one had seen me touching myself in my car. Then I took a deep breath and leaned back in my seat, feeling the cum oozing in my underwear.
My reaction confused me, first and foremost. I just found out Sam was fucking her neighbor behind my back. I was angry and jealous, but it also made me cum really hard in my pants, like a horny teenager. There were a lot of conflicting thoughts and emotions overwhelming me suddenly, but I turned it all off for the time being, knowing I had to get home.
I picked up my phone to send one more text to Sam before heading out.
Mark: Sounds like you’re busy, guess I’ll head home
No way she’d misread that.
***
When I got home, I cleaned myself up quickly in the bathroom without Heather noticing anything. I didn’t want to take a shower right away, knowing that might appear suspicious, so I just did the best I could with tissues at the sink.
Trying to act casual was difficult; I couldn’t stop checking my phone, waiting for the read receipt to show that Sam had finally seen my messages. I felt eager to see how she’d respond, but my anger kept building as more time passed with no changes.
Every time I thought about the sound of her moans and the way she was practically begging Chris to cum inside her, I started getting hard again. I had to keep forcing myself to focus on other things.
Just as I was sitting down to dinner with Heather and the kids, I finally heard my phone chime with a text. Then another. I hesitated for just a moment, but then decided to ignore it for now. If it was Sam, she deserved to be kept waiting and stressed for a little while.
“Aren’t you going to check that? Think it might be work?” Heather asked, clearly used to my excuses for checking my phone throughout the evening.
“Nah, it can wait,” I replied, forcing a smile.
She smiled warmly back at me, and we went on eating and talking.
Afterwards, I helped to get the kids to bed. I could still feel my frustration bubbling up just below the surface, and knew I needed more of a distraction. So, as soon as the kids’ lights were off and doors were shut, I grabbed Heather by her wrist in the hallway, keeping her from heading back out to the kitchen.
When she turned back to look at me, I waggled my eyebrows suggestively.
Heather laughed and then sighed as I pulled her into my arms, ready with an excuse. “The kitchen’s a mess…”
I held her to me by her hips, pressing my erection into her as I leaned in to kiss my way up her neck. “I’ll clean up after. And you can go to sleep.”
Apparently, that was a good enough offer, because she let me pull her down the hall the other way, into our bedroom.
I struggled not to let out too much of my frustration or anger towards Sam as I tugged Heather’s clothes off and pushed her back onto the bed. Normally, I took my time turning her on, making her cum a couple of times before I even entered her. But tonight I needed something different.
I climbed on top of my wife right away, pushing her legs apart with my knees and grinding against her as I kissed her roughly, taking her bottom lip between my teeth.
She pushed back on my chest and made a slightly irritated sound. “Mark, slow down…”
I groaned and forced myself to rein it in a bit more, reaching down to run my palm over her mound, my fingers rubbing and pressing in along her slit. “I need to feel you,” I said, hoping that would help turn her on.
Sure enough, Heather moaned as I kept working my fingers and kissing her neck. I pressed a finger into her opening and felt her getting wet, so I kept going, easing a second finger inside. I tried to make her cum fast, curling my fingers to rub against her g spot while my thumb rolled circles over her clit, listening to her panting and moaning and adjusting accordingly.
As soon as I felt and heard her cumming on my fingers, I pulled back and gripped my throbbing cock, pushing into her hard and fast with a groan. Then I finally let myself think about Sam again, imagining her getting fucked by her neighbor with his big cock. Hearing her moans and begging, imagining the look on her face as he was filling her so deep.
With each thought about Sam, I heard myself moaning and felt myself thrusting harder and faster into my wife. It seemed like I was grunting and cumming inside of her within seconds, for the second time that evening.
I held myself up over Heather for a few moments afterwards, breathing hard. I was almost afraid to look her in the eyes, worried about what her expression might be. Whether I’d given myself away at all, with this frantic fucking.
“Guess you had a stressful day,” she said.
“Yeah, you could say that,” I scoffed, rolling off of her.
“Feeling better now?” she asked with a coy smile.
I finally broke, knowing I needed to do better for her. I smiled back, leaning in to kiss her again, more softly this time. “I am. Thank you.”
She just smiled sweetly up at me and held onto my arm as I pulled back, leaning up to kiss me again.
Then I got up to go clean the kitchen as promised, while Heather got ready for bed.
I kept looking at my phone on the counter as I loaded the dishwasher and wiped everything down, debating whether I should check Sam’s messages. Fucking Heather had helped to release some of the tension, but I was still angry, and still turned on.
Finally, when the kitchen was clean, I grabbed my phone and sat on the couch with a sigh, allowing myself to look.
Sam had sent three messages all around the same time. The dings I’d heard as we were sitting down to dinner.
Sam: I’m so sorry
Sam: Please call me when you can
Sam: I know I fucked up, I want to tell you everything
Her messages came in well over an hour after I’d texted her as I was pulling away from her building. I knew it was possible that she’d taken a while to respond after seeing that I’d caught her with Chris. But my guess was that she was still busy fucking him for quite a while after I’d left.
I thought about not responding. Ignoring her messages, making her wait. But as angry as I was at both Sam and myself for being so jealous and turned on at the same time, I also felt somewhat guilty. I questioned the choices I’d made lately, denying her from being with Chris over the past few weeks. Maybe I should have been letting her have some fun with him while I wasn’t available, busy with my family.
But I knew that was a dangerous game to play. I thought about how hard Chris made Sam cum the first time they hooked up, and how turned on she sounded today. He lived just across the street from her and was undoubtedly much more available than a married guy with young kids. It would only be a matter of time before she desired him more, and might forget about me. Since she was hiding this from me, it felt a little like that might be happening already, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.
Part of me knew I shouldn’t push my luck and ignore Sam any longer, but I also didn’t want to let her off the hook too easily. So, I left it for the night.
I stayed up a while longer, just watching TV, still chasing a distraction, until I finally felt tired enough to pass out and get some sleep.
***
As predicted, I didn’t sleep well that night. I tossed and turned, still feeling the angry, jealous, aroused energy that had nowhere to go until I settled things with Sam. I was up well before my alarm and finally texted Sam back.
Mark: I’m leaving early for work
Mark: Can I stop by on my way in?
I knew Sam had a later start with her classes on Fridays, so she might not be up yet to respond. But my phone chimed less than a minute later. Maybe she’d had a rough night’s sleep, too.
Sam: Yes
Sam: Molly will be gone by about 8
Mark: Okay, I’ll aim for a little after that
Sam: Okay
Sam: :)
I felt a little better already, having a plan to see Sam. But I wasn’t sure I’d be ready to have a conversation without yelling. Especially since I had gotten very little sleep. I wasn’t exactly a deep-breathing, zen type of guy on my best day, and this was a far cry from that.
I got a decent parking spot in front of Sam’s place again, and it gave me a sense of déjà vu from the day before. I could still hear Sam’s moans as she was cumming. The sound burned into my brain. The angry arousal spiked again as I buzzed up to her apartment and then made my way up the stairs.
I wasn’t going in with a clear plan, but I’m pretty sure I had intended to start a conversation with Sam about what happened. I wanted to give her a chance to explain herself, and I couldn’t deny that I was dying to hear the details. But when I got up to her floor and saw her standing at the door, still in the tank top and shorts she’d worn to bed, something inside me snapped and I knew I had to have her, right then and there. I had to make her mine again.
“Hi,” she said timidly as I made it to the landing on her floor.
Without saying a word, I walked right up to her and guided her backwards, shutting the door behind me and heading for the bedroom. As soon as we were close enough to her bed, I turned her around and pushed her down onto her stomach so that she was bent over the edge. With a quick glance to my left, I verified her curtains were closed. I felt my chest heaving and actually grunted a little as I yanked her shorts and underwear down hard, probably leaving marks on her sides.
Sam gasped as I stripped her. She was breathing hard too and moaning.
I gave her a moment to object as I pulled out my rock-hard cock and reached down to rub her slit, finding it wet already.
She whimpered and pressed back on my hand, so I let myself go, content that she wanted it, too.
“Get your ass in the air,” I instructed gruffly, pulling up on her hips until she was kneeling up on the bed.
I pressed two fingers into her slit again and then slid them into her, coating them with her wetness. Then I pulled back and rubbed her juices over the head of my cock.
I couldn’t stop thinking about how Chris had been in here with her yesterday afternoon. He must’ve been fucking her right here on her bed. Some of his cum was probably still on the sheets. Still inside her.
With that thought, I moved between her legs and pushed into her, hard. I needed her to feel me taking her pussy back. She had to know it was still mine.
Sam moaned and arched her back as she leaned forward on her elbows on the bed. I felt her pressing back into me and bumped her hips forward with a few fast, hard thrusts.
“I heard you getting fucked yesterday,” I said. “I heard you moaning. Heard you cumming on his cock.” I held her hips and slammed into her with a hard thrust after each admission.
Sam moaned and cursed, and I felt her clenching around me already, her toes curling up. She said nothing. I wondered if she was reacting to me fucking her now, or thinking back to Chris. Maybe both.
That thought brought on another surge of angry arousal. I leaned forward and pressed down on her back, just below her neck and between her shoulder blades. I kept pressing until she was face down on the mattress, and then I held her there, pinning her down as I fucked her harder, continuing to imagine how Chris was fucking her all afternoon.
“You were such a slut for him yesterday, weren’t you?” I asked through moans and grunts.
She clenched onto my cock again. I knew she must be close already.
“Yess!” she breathed. “I was such a slut. Don’t stop, please!”
I groaned, squeezing her hip, pressing her down into the mattress, and continued with hard, deep thrusts. I started a pattern of a few quick thrusts and then slower, harder ones, more spread out.
“Such a naughty, horny slut, fucking your neighbor without permission.”
Sam moaned louder, confirming my suspicion.
“Do you even know how many times you came with him?”
She didn’t answer, but I felt and saw her hand sliding down between her legs so she could rub her clit while I continued fucking her. I pushed further, feeling how turned on she was getting from my teasing.
“Or did you lose count again? Yelling and screaming like a whore. So loud that you could be heard down the block.”
That did the trick. Sam let out a low moan that got louder and hoarser as I felt her orgasm roll through her. I had to stop thrusting to keep myself from cumming inside of her just yet as she pushed and bucked back against me.
