Spanked and Taken Hard

After my first affair, things weren’t the same anymore. My husband, Tom, and I were constantly at each other’s throats – him with his endless drinking and me with my nagging. Every day, the distance between us grew wider.

The worst part? I couldn’t stop craving another taste of infidelity. I kept thinking about Mark and James, their bodies driving me wild, the way they’d enjoyed me and opened my eyes to so much. Three weeks of memories, three weeks of burning desire, three weeks of frustration with Tom, whose bed was now just a place to sleep.

It was Saturday morning. The phone rang while I was in the shower, and Tom answered it. I stepped out, wrapped only in a towel, and sat on my bed to dry off. I didn’t notice him watching me until he crept up behind me, kissed my neck, and whispered, “You look so good, baby, I can’t get enough of you…”

I let the towel fall, showing off my bare, sculpted figure. He came closer, kissed me, and started sucking on my breasts. His hand slid down to my slit, a finger slipping inside me. I purred playfully, “I need you, honey, take me…” – brushing my hand over his bulge.

He knelt before me and started licking me, getting me wet in an instant. He pressed his hard length against me and, without hesitation, thrust it in deep. I’d hoped for more foreplay, maybe a chance to taste him or feel his fingers elsewhere… but a few quick pumps, and he was done, spilling inside me. I called him out on it, and his response left me cold.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to get inside you…” – his softening cock still twitched inside me, and I was beyond turned on, but I knew he wouldn’t be ready again anytime soon.

I almost hit him. I yelled about how selfish he was, letting out all the pent-up resentment I’d been carrying. He stood up, leaving me trembling with anger, and went to shower. Another letdown. I was starving for more, and that idiot just went to wash up. Still fuming, I got dressed. The day was heating up outside, but I was burning with rage inside. I decided to give him one more shot – no underwear, just a seductive plan to reel him back in like the old days.

The dress I picked was downright slutty – a thin, short, blue number that clung to me, showing off my legs. When I bent over, it revealed my round, bare ass and smooth, shaved skin below. I made breakfast and called him. He took his time, and when he finally showed up in the dining room, I saw he’d dressed to go out.

“Just juice for me, I’ve got to head out…” – he said it so casually.

“I thought you weren’t working today…” – I shot back, irritated. “At least eat something, I already made it…”

The doorbell rang. While he settled at the table, I went to check who it was.

“Good morning, ma’am, I’m here for the boss…”

It was Derek, one of the drivers from Tom’s construction company. Like the other driver, he was rough around the edges but hot – a total brute, but the kind that got me going. Seeing him up close sent a shiver through me. He was tall, muscular, tanned, with hairy arms – damn, he was something.

“You guys heading out?” – I asked, half innocent, half flirty.

“Yeah, I think they’re checking on a site in Riverton…”

“They?” – I tilted my head. “You’re not going with him?”

“No, ma’am, it’s Ray, the other driver, taking him and Mr. Collins.”

“Here I thought Tom would stick around today. What’s a girl supposed to do with such a busy husband, right? Guess I’ll be all alone again…” – I smiled slyly, drawing out that last word.

I gave him a teasing look, the kind us sexy women know how to wield, and he held my gaze, smirking, “Sounds like a lack of trust, ma’am. That’s fixable if you’re up for it…”

He blatantly stared at my chest as he said it.

“You’re crazy!” – I laughed, playing the part, turning around and swaying my hips as I walked off.

I bet he got hard watching my ass bounce – I caught him adjusting himself out of the corner of my eye. Back inside, I realized I was already wet, partly from Tom’s teasing and partly from Derek stirring me up. I went out with Tom to see him off, but my eyes were on Derek, who shook my hand with a loaded, “See you later, ma’am…” – I matched it with a subtle, suggestive grin.

Once Tom left, I went back inside, picturing Derek taking me. He seemed like a beast, and the thought made me tremble. But the mess in the house snapped me out of it, and I got to work cleaning. By noon, I was done. I flopped onto the couch, flipped on the TV, and dozed off. The phone jolted me awake – I answered, but they hung up. It was 2 p.m. “Ugh, so lazy,” I muttered. I splashed my face in the bathroom, put on some light makeup, and was at it when the doorbell rang again.

“Who now?”

I braced myself for some salesman. The phone rang again – another hang-up. Then the doorbell, and this time it was my neighbor. We chatted for five minutes before she left. I showered, planning to visit my mom for the afternoon, but that sounded boring. Instead, I’d call my friend Sarah to grab lunch. I did my makeup again, slipped into a tight red dress – no underwear, of course. I love going out like that, just my vanilla perfume and heels. I checked the mirror – I looked hot, hair loose, with a “come get me” vibe.