After cheating on my husband, I made a vow not to do it again. It wasn’t out of guilt. I loved fucking Eric, but I didn’t want to jeopardize my marriage. I made an effort to have sex more often with my husband, but we had lost the passion. It only took a few minutes for him to pump cum into my pussy or mouth and then it was over. He never bothered to eat my pussy. He just rolled over and went to sleep.

I continued to get most of my satisfaction through reading and writing erotic stories, online sex chats and watching porn. Eric and I kept in touch online. He was still my favorite chat partner. We were now doing our sessions using video. I even bought one of those remote vibrators that he could control from his computer and had the most incredible orgasms pretending to do unspeakably nasty things with him.

Of course the inevitable happened. Eric told me he would be in town again on business and invited me to have dinner with him. My husband was going to be out of town that night. I said okay, but that I wasn’t going to have sex. He had to promise to be good. He put the responsibility in my hands by telling me that nothing would happen that I didn’t want to happen. I knew that was going to be a problem.

I spent most of the afternoon getting ready for my dinner date with Eric. I checked myself in the mirror. My dark hair, curled at the ends, fell to my shoulder. My brown eyes were highlighted with light blue mascara. I wore a shade of burgundy lipstick. My dress was silver with a metallic pattern which clung suggestively to my breasts, hips and ass, and fell to my upper thighs. Matching pumps adorned my feet.

Eric whistled when he saw me. We hugged briefly and entered the restaurant. He had secured a table in a dark corner. I ordered a double martini. He had scotch. We each had a second drink. After appetizers, we ordered a bottle of white wine. By the time dessert arrived I was feeling no pain. I excused myself to go pee. I was sitting on the toilet when I heard my phone ding. I pulled it out of my purse and read the message. It was from Eric.

You look stunning. I want to fuck you.

My pussy twitched at his words, but I had to stick to my vow. I typed a reply.

I told you I wasn't going to have sex with you.

His reply:

 I know. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you.

Or eat your pussy.

Or have you suck my cock.

Was this a game? It had to be. I wrote back.

I want to fuck you too. I want to suck your cock and swallow your cum. I want you to use me and abuse me and leave me drained from so many orgasms that I won’t be able to walk.

 I waited for his reply.

Come back to the table. We can continue this here.

This was crazy. My pussy was already dripping from the brief exchange. I pulled up my panties, washed my hands and returned to the table. Eric was typing on his phone when I sat down. I heard the ping. I looked at the message.

Take off your panties and hand them to me.

I looked around to make sure no one was watching, then slipped my panties down my legs and off my feet. I handed them to Eric under the table. He lifted the crotch to his nose, took a deep whiff and typed out another message.

Fuck your pussy with your fingers. Do it while you’re looking at me.

I slipped a hand under the table and up my skirt. I stared at Eric as I parted my folds. I was already sopping wet. I slipped a finger up my pussy and added a second. I fucked them in and out using my thumb to rub my clit. Eric stared back at me with hungry eyes. He spoke in a whisper.

“Think about my hard cock pounding your hot cunt. One hand is around your neck squeezing so hard you can barely breathe. With the other hand I slap your tits and make your nipples sting. My cock continues to punish you pussy. My balls slap wetly against your asshole. I want you to cum for me, slut. Do it whore.”

The orgasm hit hard. I squeezed my thighs together and did my best to stifle a scream. Juices poured from my pussy and soaked into my panties. I was still shaking when the waitress stopped by the table and asked if we wanted something else. She glanced at my panties which were on the table next to Eric’s plate. He smiled at her.

“We’ll take the check when you get a chance.”

An Uber was waiting when we left the restaurant. Eric didn’t ask if I was going with him. He didn’t have to. He knew I was going to cheat on my husband despite what I had said. We climbed in the back seat and headed to his hotel. On the way he fingered me. We went up to his room. The door had barely closed when he threw me face first against the wall. His hand went between my legs. Two fingers plunged into my pussy.

“What do you want?” Eric whispered into my ear.

“I want your cock,” I moaned. “I want you to fuck me.”

He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pressed one against my asshole. He twisted it into me, burying it deep.

“Do you like that?”

I nodded. He pumped his finger in and out, twisting it back and forth. He added a second. I thought he was going to fuck me in the ass. I hadn’t done that since college. Instead, he dropped down behind me and buried his face between my cheeks. His tongue lapped at my pussy, licking up the juices seeping from my body. 

He moved it to my asshole, a new sensation for me. I shuddered as it moved across the nerve endings of my sphincter. He wedged the tip into my opening and shoved two fingers into my pussy. My legs began to shake. He suddenly stood, and in one swift motion, shoved his hard cock deep inside me. I went off like an overheated boiler, juices seeping out of my pussy and running down my legs. He twisted an arm behind my back and whispered in my ear.

“Do you like it rough?”

I nodded. My husband never fucked me like that. No one had, but my number one masturbation fantasy was being taken hard by a stranger. Eric dragged me over to the bed and threw me down on it, face first. He untied the back of my dress and pulled it down over my tits, then removed his belt and tied my hands behind my back. I felt his hand smack across my bare ass cheeks. I yelped. He did it again and again and again.

My body was tense as I waited for the next crack of his hand. Instead, he shoved his hard cock between my ass cheeks and buried it deep in my pussy. I screamed. My body trembled. He pounded into me hard and fast. I could hardly breathe from the explosions of pleasure consuming me. He shoved his finger up my ass. Another series of orgasms gripped my pussy. 

I was barely conscious when Eric spun me around on the bed until my head was hanging over the side of the mattress. He grabbed my hair and lifted my face, ramming his dripping cock between my lips. He fucked my mouth like a madman. The tip of his cock punched against my throat on each powerful thrust, making me gag. Spit drooled from my lips and dripped from my chin in strands.

Eric pulled out his cock and slapped it across my face, then shoved it back into my mouth and down my throat. He held it there until I was struggling to breathe. Tears ran down my cheeks smearing my mascara. He finally pulled out and slapped it across my face again. I gasped for air. He lifted my chin so that I was looking up at him.

“Fucking slut. You love it, don’t you?”

I nodded. It was the truth. I was living one of my fantasies. He rammed his cock back into my mouth and fucked my face relentlessly, shoving his cock down my throat on each thrust. My pussy was screaming to be touched, but I couldn’t reach it with my hands bound. I felt him swell and knew he was about to cum. Eric pulled it from my mouth. A powerful jet hit my forehead and dribbled down my face. More landed on my cheeks, nose and lips. He shoved it in my mouth to finish.

“Go look at yourself in the mirror, whore. See what a cum slut you are.”

He took the belt off my hands. I staggered into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My dress was bunched around my waist. Cum was running down my face and dripping from my chin onto my naked breasts. I slipped a hand between my legs. My pussy was throbbing with need. I found my clit and moved my face closer to the mirror. I spoke to my twin.

“Slut. Whore. Cheater. Adultress.”

I came hard. My pussy clenched. Sticky fluids oozed out and ran down my thighs. I shoved two fingers up my cunt and fucked myself to another orgasm while looking at the cum slut standing in front of me. Eric came into the bathroom and pressed up behind me. His cock was still hard. He slid it up and down the crevice between my ass cheeks.

“I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

He pushed down on the back of my neck, forcing my face into the sink. The tip of his cock pressed against my sphincter. I yelped when it popped inside. I was surprised how easily it slid into me. He must have put some kind of lubrication on his cock. It went deeper and deeper, prying open my asshole an inch at a time until he was completely buried.

The throbbing in my ass slowly morphed from intense pressure to ripples of pleasure. He pounded into me again and again. I moved with him, pushing back against his cock on each thrust. He yanked my hair and pulled me into a standing position. I saw myself in the mirror with cum still running down my face. Eric whispered into my ear.

“Look at that fucking cumslut with a cock up her ass. What a whore.”

His words sent shivers through me. I loved being used and told I was a slut and a whore. Eric dragged me by the hair to the bed and threw me onto my back. He pinned my knees to my shoulders and climbed on top. His cock speared into my asshole. A hand went around my neck and squeezed. He pounded into me like a madman.

“Whore. Cunt. Slut.”

My pussy was on the verge of another orgasm. I loved everything he was doing to me. I loved the names he called me. He continued to choke me. He slapped my nipples with his other hand. His eyes were wild with lust. I reached down and rubbed a finger over my clit. A rumbling of pleasure began deep in my belly and grew in intensity until it exploded, sending my entire being spinning into another dimension. My body jerked and twisted below him.

“Oh god, oh god, oh fuck…”

Eric pulled his cock from my ass, wrapped his hand around the shaft and sprayed spurt after spurt of hot cum all over my face, tits and stomach. Feeling his warm seed splash against my skin set off another gushing orgasm. When it was over, I fell back on the bed exhausted. Eric stood and looked down at me.

“Wow. That was even crazier than some of our online sessions. I hope you liked it as much as I did.”

“I loved it,” I replied, wiping cum from my lips. “So much for being good.”

“I’ll be back in a few weeks with my business partner. I’ll let you know when.”

I didn’t reply, but I knew I would be there. I washed the cum from my face and body, pulled my dress back into place and returned home.