The Neighbor (Closed)

[Bill525]

As if Skye had somehow read his mind, she exited her house and into soft light of the rising sun. Bill stood there, noticing her white running bra hugging her large chest and her short, pink workout shorts covering her amazing backside. Every time he saw Skye he felt his heart race. She was drop dead gorgeous, the type of woman every man fantasized about. He watched as she tied her hair into a ponytail before noticing him and crossing the yard towards him.

"Morning Skye," he responded as he saw her coming towards him. She had that type of personality that covered up the infidelity that they both had been involved in. To anyone listening their conversation would be that of neighbors. He was hated himself for being attracted to her. No, he hated himself for how bad he wanted to fuck her over and over again. How was she this deep into his head? How did he let himself get seduced into a situation like this. "Kicked my ass? Yeah, if that is how you saw it," he responded. He tried to be short with her, not wanting to show how badly his cock wanted to be back inside of her.

“So, how about a little wager, Bill, what do you say?”

Bill saw her hands move to her hips. The smile on her face letting him see that something was running through her mind. "A wager?," he asked just before she explained what she had in mind. Bill listened, his cock waking up in his shorts just at the thought of seeing Skye naked again. He sighed, "Skye...... that sounds dangerous..." he responded. He wanted to fight the urge to have her again, but he would be lying to himself. He was dying to be inside of her again.

His mind screamed for him to stop her. He knew his wife was asleep upstairs. He turned his head toward the house and noticed the window was open. He felt nervous and his blood boiled. What was Skye doing? Was she intentionally trying to fuck up his marriage? How could she be so evil?

“Do you think that will keep you motivated, Bill?”

Keep him motivated? He was sure that it would motivate him, however, he knew he could not keep up with Skye. He was not that good of a runner. He watched as she stepped closer to him, her hand grabbing his shirt and pulling it up. He looked down at Skye. His eyes focusing on her chest. He felt the urge to fondle her breasts. To pull her running bra off and ram his hard cock between them until he was on the edge of cumming. Then he would push his cock inside of her, filling her yet again. He gasped as he felt her other hand touch his naked skin, sliding down until it was inside of his shorts.

"Skye, what the fuck are you doing? Jessica is right upstairs," he said softly. His anger growing as he felt her hand inside his shorts. Even though he was angry, he felt growing anger at himself. He could stop her if he wanted to. Why wasn't he stopping her?

The feeling of her fingertips around his now growing cock sent chills down his spine. He gasped as he heard her ask if he was up for it. His cock wanted her, and it took every ounce of his self control to not grab her, throw her on the ground in the front yard, and fuck her. Not caring who could catch them.

No, he couldn't do that. His mind raced as he thought about Skye. This woman was trying to ruin his life and his marriage. She was pushing him to do things he would have never considered before. He hated the situation, again, hated himself for getting involved with a woman like her.

Just as her fingers were pleasuring his cock and his mind was filling with the desires that he had for her, he felt her hop back. He looked at her, shocked as he was disappointed that she stopped touching him. Her last statement made him wonder what she meant. "What do you mean what you are going to do with me?," he asked as she turned and took off on the run.

Bill gasped, she was off and not slowing down. He told himself not to follow her. He was stronger then her. His desires did not run his life. However, before he knew it he began to run, picking up his pace and catching up to her pretty quickly. He truly hated himself. He was chasing after a woman that was leading him down a path of destruction. Nothing good would come from him chasing after her, yet here he was trying to match her speed. So far, as they headed down the road and toward the park, Bill was doing well. He was right behind Skye, step for step. He kept his eyes on her firm, perfect ass as she ran. God he hated her, but she had an amazing body.

However, as they made their way into the park, Bill began to fall behind a bit. He was not way behind, but he was not keeping pace with her. He tried his hardest to catch up, breathing heavier and heavier, but pushing himself to go faster and faster. As Skye turned toward the small grove of trees with the picnic table, Bill found himself staying within eye sight of her. A much better showing then yesterday. As she slowed to a jog and turned, he was sprinting to catch up.

As she stopped near the picnic table, he finally arrived, breathing heavy. Bill stopped and bent at the waist, his hands falling to his knees. "God...... I don't even know why I chased after you," he said breathlessly. He looked up at the goddess standing in front of him. He wondered what her plan was, was she going to give him what he needs or did she have another plan? One that he was sure could only lead to something bad for his marriage.

"You are trouble Skye...... I need to stop playing this game with you," he admitted. He stood back up looking at her. Again he felt that hate that he had inside of him. The hate of the seductress that she was and the cheater that he was becoming. He hated that he didn't desire his wife. That Skye filled his every lustful thought.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

She grinned, seeing that he had managed to stay close to her. He arrived, gasping for breath, leaning over his knees "God...... I don't even know why I chased after you,"

She stalked back and forth, walking off the endorphins, her hands on her hips, her breath only just a little elevated. “I’m impressed Bill!” she said sweetly, stepping toward him, turning her head to the side to look down at him, her ponytail bobbling sideways. “I guess you must have really wanted to win our little bet, huh?”

He straightened, looking down at her, his expression a mixture of desperation, lust, and anger. "You are trouble Skye...... I need to stop playing this game with you,"

She smiled sweetly at him, her hands sliding up her naked stomach, and up over her ribs, finding the lower hem of her running bra. “I think we both know what it is you need, Bill.” she said, biting her lip, pulling the top up slowly,, exposing the underside of her heavy, perky natural tits, their soft flesh slowly exposed until her dark pink areola came into view, and then her erect little nipples. She pulled her top up over her head, and tossed it over onto one of the picnic tables, now wearing nothing but her tiny running shorts. She ran her hands over her tits, holding them up to him. “You need someone who gives you EXACTLY what you want.” She turned, looking back over her shoulder at him, her exquisite naked back turning as she swayed her hips back and forth, her perfect round ass and the long, elegant curve of her legs stretching out before him. She took a few steps to the picnic table, resting her hands on it, leaning forward, bringing her legs together so the soft little bulge of her vulva swelled between her legs, covered only by the flimsy material of her shorts and the little stretch of her cotton thong. The velvety smooth flesh on either side of her mound peeked out from the sides of the material, her pussy clearly already slick for him. Her hands slid to her waist as she took hold of the elastic of her shorts, and pushed backward, her shorts and thong sliding back over the perfect curve of her ass, leaving her naked… inching downward, slowly exposing her perfect little pussy to him inch by inch, until her shorts are pushed to her thighs. She stepped out of them, looking back over the finely sculpted muscles of her shoulder at him, reaching down and between her legs as she moved her feet a little bit further apart, her fingertips sliding up into her pussy, holding it open for him so he could see just of soft and velvety snug she was for him.

She smiled at him, softly fingering herself. “I never once told you to fuck me, Bill.” she said softly, biting her lip. “All I did was make sure you knew you could. This is what YOU want.”

She rolled over on the picnic table, looking up at him with a playful smile as she lifted up one leg, sitting back a bit and resting her sneakered foot on the wooden table next to her, her naked body completely exposed to him, the muscles and contours of her stomach making a long, perfect flowing arrow pointing down to her creamy soft, hairless vulva. She reached up, pulling off her ponytail, shaking out her thick, chocolaty hair to flow over her shoulders. “So… you won our wager, Bill.” she said, resting her hands on the table on either side of her, her naked body stretched out before him. “You get to use me… any way at all. I’m your plaything.”

She raised a single eyebrow, raising up her hand, resting it up on her elevated knee. “So… what’s your pleasure?”

 

[Bill525]

Bill looked at Skye and shook his head. "No, I didn't keep up just to win our bet," he gasped for air. He watched as she moved around him. Her hands sliding along her naked stomach and over her ribs. "I kept pace with you because you are pushing too far..." he said.

“I think we both know what it is you need, Bill.”

He watched as Skye's hands slid up her stomach and slowly, almost excruciatingly began to lift her sports bra. Her perky, heavy tits slowly becoming exposed as he stared in disbelief. It was amazing to him, her body continually amazed him every time he was exposed to it. "What I need is for you to stop playing this game with my marriage...." he said as he stared at her hard nipples, her body looking amazing as she stood in front of him with just her running shorts on.

Bill began to get mesmerized as she held her heavy breasts to him. As she turned, he stared at her perfect, firm backside in her running shorts. He watched as she swayed her hips back and forth, her long legs so tempting. Bill gasped, his cock hardening in his own shorts as he knew how hard Skye could make him cum. Inside he was fighting a battle, part of him wanted her. However, another part of him hated the fact that he felt the need to fuck her.

As she moved over to the picnic table, everything was in slow motion. He was watching her, standing frozen as time seemed to inch by. He couldn't stop staring at her, watching her every movement. Her legs pressing together to show the bulge of her vulva between her legs. He gasped as her hands slid to her waist. Slowly, ever so slowly bringing her shorts and thong down over the perfect curve of her ass. Bill gasped, he knew she could hear him. No, he hated that she could hear him. He hated that he couldn't resist staring at her. He hated that he couldn't help but think about how bad his cock wanted to be inside of her. He knew what she felt like, and that feeling was irresistible. He had a wife, but Jess was a wife that he no longer yearned for. No instead he yearned for Skye, and he hated himself for that.

As her running shorts fell to the ground, he watched her step out of them. He stared at her pussy, his cock stiffening even more just at the sight of her. As she stepped out of her shorts he could not believe the tease she was being. He watched as her fingertips slide into her pussy, holding it for him to see how perfect it was for his cock.

“I never once told you to fuck me, Bill.” she said softly, biting her lip. “All I did was make sure you knew you could. This is what YOU want.”

What he wanted? Of course it was what he wanted! What man could honestly say that he would not want to fuck Skye. However, what he wanted was not the point. He used to want to be a good husband and to live a happy perfect life with his wife. Building a family was something he used to want as well. How could this woman slip into his desires and wreck havoc on everything he knew and loved.

As she turned to look at him, he stared back with a look of lust and hate. He saw her playful smile as she lifted her leg up, her naked body completely exposed to him. Allowing him to drink in his new addiction. That was what she was, an addiction. He was craving her and she knew it. She was playing his desire against him. He gasped at her statement as he moved towards her. His eyes locked on her huge tits. "I won the wager..... what I want is for you to stop trying to ruin my life."

His statement came from the one last clear thought he had in his mind. He knew it was wrong to cheat on Jessica, even if he had done it twice. He wanted it to stop, he wanted to go back to his life before Skye. However, that did not seem possible. He stopped in front of her, his eyes looking her over.

"My pleasure...... fuck, I hate that I want you..." he admitted. He wanted to grab her and hate fuck her on the picnic table. His mind began to race as he thought of her body against his as he let all his hate out on her. He shook his head, "Fuck why can't I just leave you?" He wasn't asking her, he was just stating. His mind was twisted, in a complete and utter maze. His desire was only for her, to let her make him cum just as hard as she had the last two times. However, his mind knew he was married and was making one last effort to get him to realize the mistake he was making.

"I don't think you can pleasure me today......." he said softly. He looked down at her and felt his mind race. His head filled with images of her bouncing on his cock, riding him like his wife never could or would. He gasped at the thought as he took another step closer to her. He was now within range of her touch, and as he stared at her tits he couldn't help but feel the need to touch them.

He tried to fight the urge, but before he knew it his hand was reaching out, cupping one of her heavy breasts as he gasped. "Fuck I don't want to cheat on Jess..." he said softly, almost in a whisper.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

"Fuck why can't I just leave you?"

“Because you’re not WITH me, Bill.” She said playfully, her hand resting on her knee as her opposite hand slid down her firm abs, and over her bare naked vulva, her fingertips slipping through her dainty little pussy. “Because I’m not part of all all those nagging demands on your life. I’m not forcing you to do anything. I’m just here for you to use however you want, whenever you want.”

He was still trying to find a way to talk himself of what he wanted, but Skye did nothing but smile at him as he walked closer to her. "I don't think you can pleasure me today..." he said softly.

She laughed at that as her hand slid down over the front of his running pants, her fingers wrapping around his thick, hard cock as it strained against his clothes. “Well, we both know that’s not true.” She said sweetly, tugging at the drawstrings of his shorts, and sliding her hand down inside, wrapping around his cock and slowly smearing the dribbling precum over his length. She lowered her leg, wrapping it around his hips, scooting his shorts down enough to expose his cock as she wrapped both legs around him, pulling him closer.

His hand caressed her firm, soft breast as he whispered, almost to himself… "Fuck, I don't want to cheat on Jess..."

She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and scooted forward on the table, her hand on his cock nuzzling his thick head into the soft, slick folds of her pussy… “Yes you do, Bill. you’ll be so much happier when you just accept that. Cheating on Jess if the most fun you’ve ever had…” She hopped up, wrapping her legs around him, her small bodyweight and excellent fitness allowing her to hold herself up against him, kissing him hotly, her second hand reaching down between them, her fingers wrapped around his shaft, continuing to work him playfully so that his fat, dribbling cockhead continued to work itself into her… She pulled back for only a second, her lips flushed and moist from kissing him as her eyes looked back and forth between his.

“Cheating on her is the most fun you’ve ever had with her, isn’t it?”

 

[Bill525]

“Because I’m not part of all all those nagging demands on your life. I’m not forcing you to do anything. I’m just here for you to use however you want, whenever you want.”

Bill listened to Skye as she spoke, but more importantly he watched her actions. He felt his eyes watching as her hand rested on her knee. As the opposite hand slowly slid down her firm abs, he gasped in anticipation of where it was going to go. As it moved to her naked vulva, he watched intently as her fingertips slid through her pussy. Bill felt his cock rock hard, she was right. She was always right. She was there for him to use, for him to let all his sexual frustration out on.

As he moved closer to her, he stopped. He saw the smile on her face as her hand moved over the front of his running shorts. "ahhh god," he gasped as her fingers wrapped around his now rock hard cock. He felt his eyes close, and as they did, he felt her hand quickly tugging at the strings of his shorts. Before he could think to stop her, her hand was down inside his shorts. He felt her soft skin around his cock, and he felt the need to get sexual release building inside of him. God, why couldn't he just stop her? He hated himself as he stood there knowing he was going to fuck her again.

He opened his eyes as he felt her hands pulling his shorts down just enough to expose his cock. He gasped as her leg wrapped around his hip, pulling him closer to her on the picnic table. His hand began to grope her breast harder, his mind racing with how amazing it felt. He knew he was going to cheat on Jess again. He said he didn't want to, and to be honest, he partially meant it. However, Skye knew what to do, she knew how to push him to his breaking point.

“Yes you do, Bill. you’ll be so much happier when you just accept that. Cheating on Jess if the most fun you’ve ever had…”

As she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, he felt her move forward even more. He gasped as he felt her position the swollen head of his cock against the slick folds of her pussy. He looked into her eyes as she hopped up. Both her legs wrapping around him as he felt his cock push into her pussy. He gasped, but soon he found her lips pressing hard against his. He responded, kissing her back passionately.

She was right as always. Cheating on Jess was making him happier. Skye drove him insane and brought out the most intense orgasms out of him. He felt his cock slightly in her, her lips kissing his hotly. He responded by letting his hands slide to her firm, amazing ass. He gripped it tight and pulled her into him, forcing his cock all the way inside of her. Bill gasped into her mouth, the pleasure of being inside of her again sending him over the edge.

As their kiss broke, he stared at her. He moaned, "God...... cheating on her is so hot," he admitted. He looked into her eyes as he turned, sitting slightly on the edge of the picnic table. "God Skye, ride my fucking cock," he begged. He was beaten, his attempt to end his infidelity with Skye backfired. Instead he wanted nothing more then to have her ride him until he came inside of her. That was what he really wanted, he wanted Skye to pleasure him like only she could. He could never go back to Jess. He hated himself for thinking that, but in that moment Skye was the only thing that mattered to him.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

"God...... cheating on her is so hot,"

Bill moaned into her mouth as he turned, her entire body weight suspended against him as he sank her down onto him, again feeling the tight wet perfection of her pussy clutching his throbbing cock. When he set himself back against the picnic table, she clutched his neck with both hands, pulling herself up, unfolding her legs from behind him to rest both knees on the wood on either side of his naked rear end, leaning forward to open her mouth into his kiss as she started to actively rock herself down onto him, rolling her hips aggressively as she bounced, her naked skin slapping against his, the gushing sound of his thick cock squishing into the boiling honeypot of her taut pussy loud enough to be heard yards away.

"God Skye, ride my fucking cock,"

She smiled at him, her hands wrapped around the back of his head, her fingers working into his hair, holding him tightly as she fucked him, grinning devilishly. “You like this, you cheating slut? You like taking that married cock and feeling it thrust into some other woman’s tight cunt? You like wasting all the cum that stupid bitch thinks you’re saving for her by pumping it up inside me?”

One hand slipped down from the back of his head for a moment and slapped her across the face, growling as she kissed him again. Her tight little cunt squeezed him as she forced herself down onto his hard cock, squeezing him with such force that the syrupy arousal gushing from her splashed over his thighs with each thrust, soaking both of them from the waist down. She held his bottom lip on her teeth, her eyes wild. “She’s pathetic, isn’t she?” she said, her nostril flaring angrily. “Asking you to ‘save it’, like a fucking schoolkid. How much cum have you poured into me, Bill? You think I need to you save anything?”

She kissed him hotly again, her hands sliding down his back, her nails digging deep, savage grooves into his back as her perfect body rocked over him, pulling his throbbingly hard cock inside her. She barely pulled back at all, a tiny string of saliva running from her bottom lip to his mouth as she spoke right into it in a brutal whisper.

“You think there’s even a chance you haven’t ALREADY put her baby inside me?”

 

[Bill525]

Bill could not believe the state of pleasure he found himself in yet again. This was not the first time he had been inside Skye. However, each time brought him an amount of pleasure he could not have imagined. He felt Skye rock herself down on his rock hard cock. Her hips rolling aggressively as she fucked him. His mouth pressed hard against hers. The passion and fire in their kiss was driving him even more crazy.

Crazy, that is what he was. He was crazy for cheating on his wife. Crazy for risking his happy marriage for a few moments of pleasure. He knew it was wrong, but he did not care. There was something about Skye that quenched a need inside of him. She knew what buttons to push to drive him crazy. She knew how to push him to the brink, and then allow him to let out all his desire and need.

Bill felt her hands wrap around the back of his head. He stared into her eyes as she fucked him, riding his cock hard. He heard her words, his eyes staring into her own. His eyes showing the need he had. He was under her spell. He needed her, Skye was the only one who could satisfy the desire that was growing inside of him. "Fuck......... Skye, I love having my married cock in your cunt," he responded. He was breathing heavy as she fucked him, his hips beginning to push into her, matching her movements.

You like wasting all the cum that stupid bitch thinks you’re saving for her by pumping it up inside me?”

Those words rang in his head. A voice inside him told him she was wrong. He knew he still loved his wife, but he did not defend her. Instead he gave into the sexual need that only Skye could satisfy. "God yes Skye, mmmmm you, you are the only one that make me cum...." he admitted. He was hers in this moment. The only person he could think of cumming for was Skye, his wife did not deserve his cum.

He felt Skye getting a bit more rough and he did not care. His hands moved to her ass, gripping her flesh hard as she rode him. He was grunting as she did. He felt her hand slap across his face as he stared at her. A bit of anger raised in him, and he felt his hand grip her ass harder. "Fuck, I don't want to save it...... I want to fill you with it, only you," he grunted. He returned her hot kiss as the passion drove him into a bit of a rougher state.

His hips started to push up at her harder, his hands gripping her ass as he felt her bouncing hard on his cock. The scene was hot and filled with an undeniable lust. It was like two individuals that needed to ravage each other. He was lost in this moment, as each movement of Skye's hips brought him closer and closer to cumming inside of her yet again.

“You think there’s even a chance you haven’t ALREADY put her baby inside me?”

He gasped as he heard her whisper that. Deep down inside he knew that was a mistake. He couldn't get another woman pregnant. However, the thought of Skye knowing she could get pregnant from him drive him to pump his hips up at her harder. He groaned as he stared into her eyes. "Do you want my baby inside of you? Do you want the child that I am supposed to be saving for my wife?"

What did he just say? It was like he was a different man, someone that he did not even recognize. He heard his voice and felt the pleasure of his body acting in this insanely erotic sexual act. However, part of him was inside watching this happen in shock. Part of him was screaming for him to make a better choice. To stop all this crazy action before his life was ruined. The anger he once felt for Skye was gone. Now a disappointment filled his body. A disappointment in himself for becoming one of the guys he hated. He was an adulterer, he was found someone that pushed him down a bad path. Then he let her wrap him in a web of indecent actions. He was disappointed in himself, however, not enough to stop.

He felt Skye bouncing in his lap harder as he gasped. He looked into her eyes, "Fuck, I am going to cum....... make me cum deep inside you......." he begged. He wanted to fill her with his cum. He didn't care if he got her pregnant, no, all he cared about was satisfying this need and desire that was growing inside of him. For Bill, the only way to satisfy it was to be inside Skye. To have her drive him to the brink where he had to find release. Then to use her to obtain that release. He was under her spell and there was nothing that could knock him off of this path of self destruction.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

"Do you want my baby inside of you? Do you want the child that I am supposed to be saving for my wife?"

She grinned viciously at him, resettling her knees on either side of him, twisting her hips forward with each violent downward thrust, driving Bill’s cock deep inside her. “Don’t fucking pretend you care what I want, you fucker.” she said, one hand gripping his shoulder for leverage as the other slid down and grabbed his hand, pulling it up from her thigh and placing it at her own throat. “You’re going to pump me full of cum because it’s what YOU want… because you’re a cheating slut who wants to impregnate anyone BUT his stupid cunt of a wife…”

Her hand tightened on his, clenching his fingers around her own throat.

"Fuck, I am going to cum... make me cum deep inside you…”

Her violent, slamming-downward thrusts stopped. She let go of his hand, wrapping both around his neck, clinging to him as she started rocking her hips, moving much, much faster, keeping him buried deep in her throbbing, gushing little cunt. “You going to give it to me, Bill? You going to flood me with all that cum?” she said, her voice straining against his hand tightening on her throat…

She screamed when he came. The force of it flooding her made it gush back up and burst around his cock, soaking them both. She continued riding him, with each shuddering, frothy explosion of his hot churning cum inside her. She leaned forward and kissed him, her mouth opening to his, her tongue quickly surrendering to his.

“Mmm” she muttered, rocking against his slowly diminishing cock, pulling back, a thin little line of saliva connecting their mouths. “That was the most fun yet.” she said playfully. She lifted a leg and slowly pulled herself upward, his cock still long and hard and dribbling cum, her pretty little pussy completely flooded. She turned on her knee, dropping to sit cutely next to him on the picnic table with a playful smile. “I love how eager you are, Bill, you really are the most eager little cheat, aren’t you?”

She hopped to her feet, finding her clothes and pulling them on, the gush of cum leaving a dark spot right in the crotch of her workout shorts. Her skin was flushed with exertion but she seemed invigorated, watching Bill struggle to even sit up. “Well, I need to head back home!” She said, stretching a tiny bit. “See you at work!”

And with that she took off, running at her usual breakneck pace, as though she hadn’t just engaged in a sex marathon so brutal it would put most people in the hospital.

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Jessica had gotten up early. Today was the day. She was officially exactly fourteen days from her period, making this the height of her fertility. Tonight, once they were both home, she would have sex with her husband, and he’s make her pregnant. She was a little nervous; Bill had been a bit distant these last few days, but she was fairly sure it was because he had been refraining from cumming so he would have lots of sperm to put inside her. It all felt a little bit vulgar, but she knew that this was what sex was for, and she was eager to begin her family with her husband.

She was down in the kitchen in her nightgown. The coffee was already brewing, and she was making a veggie omelet for Bill, for when he came back from his run. She didn’t really like that he had taken to running with that bitch next door in the morning, but if it helped him stay fit, then she supposed it was worth it.

 

[Bill525]

“Don’t fucking pretend you care what I want, you fucker.”

Bill heard her as he felt her violently thrusting down onto his lap. He stared into her eyes as her words rang true in his mind. She was right, he didn't care what she wanted. All he cared about was cumming inside her again and again. He was lost in his lust; a lust that she had driven him to. Now he didn't care what the consequences were. In this moment all he cared about was filling her yet again with his cum.

Bill felt her hand reach down and grab his. She led it up to her throat, and he wondered what she was doing as she placed it around her own throat. Bill was not this type of guy, however, as she spoke about his wife and how he didn't want to cum inside of her he felt his hand wrap around her throat. He stared at her as she violently fucked him, his fingers around her neck, holding tightly.

He felt her fingers tighten around his hand causing him to squeeze her neck harder. He was lost, this was something he never would have done. It was not in his character, however, being with Skye had driven him past his breaking point. He felt her slam down onto him, her hand letting go of his as she rode him harder.

“You going to give it to me, Bill? You going to flood me with all that cum?”

He heard her, her words were ringing in his ears as his fingers tightened on her neck. God he hated her. He hated how hot she was, how easily she turned him on, how easily she made him into a cheater, and most of all how bad he wanted to fuck her again and again. This session wit her was unlike any of the others. This was a hard, hate fuck. He felt her moving harder on top of him as he began to thrust up into her. As his cock exploded inside of her, he let out an animal like groan. He felt her lean in and kiss him. It was a hard kiss and their tongues wrestling in his mouth.

He felt his orgasm subsiding as she groaned against him. He felt her slide off of his cock, the mess that they both made evident as he flooded her tight pussy. He sat there exhausted, completely spent of his energy from their fucking.

“I love how eager you are, Bill, you really are the most eager little cheat, aren’t you?”

He groaned as he heard her and shook his head. "Fuck, what are you doing to me? You are a bitch," he admitted. He loved his wife, but Skye was quickly turning him into a man that didn't care about his marriage. In this moment he had no morals, all he cared about was having earth crashing sex. Sex that could not be given to him from his wife. No, Skye was the only woman who could quench the need that he had inside of him. She was the only one that could satisfy his sexual urges.

She quickly took off running. He watched her in disbelief as she took off at her normal pace. They had just had a sex marathon unlike any that he had ever been involved in and she had more energy. Bill slowly got up, pulling his short back up and catching his breath. He would not be running home. No instead he walked, ashamed of himself. In his mind the only thing the replayed was how he was a cheat. How he could not get enough of the slut next door. How he couldn't even be a good man and resist the temptation of a woman that was dangerous to him and his marriage. He walked, trying to put together what he would say to his wife or how he could get his life back under his control.

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Bill returned home a defeated man. He walked into the house and headed towards the stairs. He wanted to shower and try and wash the infidelity off of him. However, as he got to the stairs he heard Jessica call out from the kitchen.

"Hey honey...... how was your run? I made you an omelet...." she said cheerfully. Bill felt a twinge inside of him. Part of him hated how happy she was. He had been cheating on her for the last few days and a part of him blamed her. It was her fault that he went to Skye for relief. He shook his head as he called out, "I am going to shower..... I will be down after....."

He headed upstairs knowing that what he said to his wife came across as cold. He needed to decompress. He needed the hot water of the shower to clear his mind. However, his mind could not be cleared.

As he got into the shower the only thing he could think about was Skye. Her amazing body and how it was made for fucking. How good she was at bringing him to orgasm and how good it felt to let her ride him. He hated himself for it. He hated Skye for it. Most importantly, he hated Jessica for it.

After his shower he got ready for work. He dressed in his shirt and tie, with a nice pair of dress slacks on over his boxers. He headed downstairs and into the kitchen. He gave Jessica a fake smile as he sat down to have his omelet.

"Thanks," he said plainly as he began to eat. Jessica watched him, knowing something was wrong. She wondered why he seemed angry at her.

"Are you okay?," she asked him. She leaned against the counter and watched him eat. She noticed how he would not make eye contact with her. "I can tell something is wrong, what is going on with you?"

Bill heard the questions and part of him wanted to yell out that he was cheating on her. That he was finding release from someone else, since she wouldn't give him any. It was her fault, she was more worried about getting pregnant then pleasuring her husband.

"I am fine..... I am just not feeling well........ thank you for breakfast, I am running late for work." He got up and walked over to his wife. He kissed her on the cheek, but he didn't want to. The thought of kissing her made his stomach turn. He wasn't sure if it was because he felt guilty or because inside he really did blame her for the situation.

As he drove to the school, he dreaded the day. He was worried he would see Skye. He needed to stop his cheating ways, but he wasn't sure how. He didn't know if it was possible for him to resist her. He was obsessed with the pleasure she could give even if he knew it was ruining him.

He got to work and headed into the school, quickly heading to his office to get settled for the day. Hopefully the day would go by quickly and without any incidents. He just wanted to find some time to be alone and figure out what the hell he was going to do.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

It was a pretty normal day, as far as high school went.

There was an announcement that morning about the upcoming homecoming dance, and that seemed to be the main thing everyone was talking about. The kids that wanted to be Homecoming King and Queen were starting their campaigns, which always seemed to go a little overboard… but that was as much a part of the tradition as the dance itself. Also, the Football team seemed to have a little bit of drama this year: apparently the star quarterback had gotten in trouble over the summer because he had a DUI, and a lot of people were talking about whether or not he would be allowed to start this year. The prevailing opinion seemed to be that the community service he had been doing voluntarily was more than enough to sway the school board, but it still remained to be seen.

It was still very early in the school year, but the students all seemed to be settling into their classes. Which kids would be participatory and which ones would just be dead weight was becoming clear. No teacher likes the idea of students that aren’t actually participating in the class, but it was pretty much inevitable. As lunchtime rolled around all the teachers that had hall or cafeteria duty made their way to their assignments. The rest either gathered in the teachers lounge, or retreated into their own offices.

It wasn’t long into the period that there was a small knock on Bill’s office door. The knob turned and the door opened a tiny bit, and a very familiar pair of eyes peeked inside. “Hey… are you alright? Is it okay if I come in?” Skye asked, and for once she seemed to look genuinely concerned.

She stepped through the doorway, closing the door behind her, a small plate of what looked like homemade cookies in her hand. She wore a tan dress that was actually more conservative than her usual erotic display: It buttoned up the front, but was almost buttoned to her neck. There were buttoned pockets, both at her hands and on the front, and a thick leather belt, and her sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. She wore a necklace with wooden beads, her glasses, and a pair or conservative (for her) open-toe heels. She actually looked like she belonged in the school, even if her figure still screamed for people to look at her body.

She came into the room, holding out her plate like it was a peace offering. “I was just wondering if you… needed to talk?”

 

[Bill525]

It was a typical early morning at work for Bill. He got to the school and immediately went to his office. His mind was a wreck. He sat down, turned on his computer, and went right to his email. He wanted to lose himself in his work, already knowing it would be impossible. All he could think about was his wife and Skye. How could he continue to do what he was doing to his wife, the love of his life? That was the question he could not get out of his mind.

Before he knew it, the bell rang signalling the start of the school day. Bill sighed as he pushed away from his desk, quickly heading towards his first class. He was hopeful that a day filled with students would keep him distracted. However, he soon found that was not the case. His first class dragged and he was obviously distracted. His students thought he may not be feeling well. To be honest, they were right. He was sick as his mind continued to go over everything he had done. He was truly ashamed of himself, he was much weaker than he had thought. Skye was able to break him down and bring him to a level he never imagined he would get to.

The day dragged and by the time the bell sounded for lunch he felt as if he had already worked for twelve hours straight. He was mentally exhausted, the scenes from his infidelities with Skye playing over and over again in his head. The image of the look on his wife’s face if she ever found out also was implanted in his head. Bill felt as if he would never make it through today. He already began to consider calling in sick tomorrow.

Skye was in his mind, driving him to do things he would never normally do. He was cheating on the love of his life, and he didn’t know if he could stop. He didn’t even know if he wanted to stop. The orgasms he had with Skye were unlike anything he had ever felt before. The guilt was crushing him. He was becoming the type of guy he had never wanted to be.

There was a small knock at his door. He looked up, his heart racing. It couldn’t be her, he thought, praying that it was anyone else. But no. He saw her head peak in, and felt his heart drop.

The look of concern on her face was different, though. She seemed concerned, and it both put him at ease and confused him. He leaned back in his chair watching her step into his office.

“Hey… are you alright? Is it okay if I come in?”

He tried to put on an act of indifference, although he was sure she could see right through him. “Hi. Yea, I guess, it’s fine. What do you need?” he said as she stepped through the doorway. She wasn’t in her usual sexy dress, but she looked good nonetheless. She was dressed professionally, but it was a still an outfit that would draw any guys attention. She stepped into the office and shut the door, and he realized she was carrying a plate of cookies.

“What is that, a peace offering?” he asked softly. His mind was racing. Was this another game?

“I was just wondering if you… needed to talk?”

He sighed. He didn’t trust her. This would be some game of hers, he was sure of it. The exhaustion of his mind was limiting his ability to fight her. He found himself so twisted into knots of guilt and arousal. “I…” He started before faltering, rubbing his temple. “I’m lost Skye...” he said softly. He shook his head, taking a deep breath, not looking at her. “I’m becoming something I never thought I’d be something I hate…” He finally looked up at her. “Why are you doing this?” he asked, unable to hide his disappointment in himself any longer. “Why me? I was living a happy life and now it could all be ruined and for what?”

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

“I… I’m lost Skye...”

She nodded softly, understanding. She crossed the room, passed his desk. She leaned back against the deep windowsill, half-sitting on it, placing the wrapped tray of cookies down beside her. “That’s pretty intense.” she said, without judgement.

“I’m becoming something I never thought I’d be.” he continued, rubbing his temples. “Something I hate…”

She made a small sound, clearly not liking that. “Oh Bill, I’m so sorry.” She said, leaning forward and touching his arm. There was nothing sexual in the gesture, just genuine concern. “I never meant to make you hate yourself.”

He turned the chair, looking up at her, his face contorted in misery. “Why are you doing this?” He asked, almost pleading.

She shrugged softly, her eyes big and full of what almost seemed like pity. “Because... This is how the world really, is, I guess?” she offered, lowering her hands into her lap, speaking softly. Everything else… all the niceness and… the… normality?” she phrased the last word as a question, as though she wasn’t sure she was making her point clearly… “It’s all a lie? It’s just smiling and pretending we’re not animals?”

“Why me?” he asked, so completely broken.

She shook her head slowly, smiling at him. “It’s not really a big mystery, is it Bill? I like you. I wanted you, so I had you.” She reached down, picking up her tray of cookies, pulling back the cellophane, holding it out for him. “We were both getting off on cheating, so I made sure you never forgot it.”

He didn’t reach for the cookie, just continued looking at her. “I was living a happy life and now it could all be ruined? For what?”

She exhaled at that, still holding out the cookies. “That’s… that’s not really fair, Bill. we both know you weren’t happy. You were safe. You didn’t question it. You ignored what you wanted and went along with it.” She reached into the plate and picked up a cookie, brimming with chocolate and caramel… and took a small bite, chewing it, smiling at him. “What’s really ruined?” she finally said when she had finished her tiny bite. “Really? The lie you were telling yourself?”

She set her unfinished cookie with the tiny nibble in it’s corner back on the plate and leaned way forward, stretching out her long, lithe body, resting it on the desk next to him. She stood up, her body naturally finding an elegant dancers pose with no effort at all. “You might feel like you lost something, but what did you gain?” She said with a smile, and a small shrug. “You should think about it.”

She started to the door, even got so far as to reach for the doorknob, but slowed down, seeming to think about it. From behind her he could see her slowly slide her hands down her rib cage and her stomach, coming to rest on her waist as she turned her head back to look at him.

“I wasn't’ going to do anything, Bill, but I think you might really need to cum right now. Nothing crazy but… would you like me to give you a little hand release before we go back to work?”

 

[Bill525]

The moment seemed so relaxed. Skye did not seem like the predator that she was before. Her voice was not one filled with sexual innuendos. She did not seem to be trying to seduce him. Instead her voice was filled with concern.

“I never meant to make you hate yourself.”

The words stung a bit. Bill did hate himself. She was looking too deep into his words, she did not make him hate himself. No, instead it was his actions that lead to him hating himself. He turned in his chair to face her. His eyes looking up to her as he spoke. He was miserable, but as much as he wanted to blame Skye, it was himself that created this situation.

He watched her movements as she spoke. As her eyes fell into her lap he sighed. She was right, this was how the world works. Was he living a lie thinking he could be happy with just his wife. Skye may be right, they were just pretending they were not animals and what was so wrong with giving into some of those animalistic desires. “Just animals? Skye…. We can hurt others…” he said softly as she continued to speak.

As Skye spoke about them both getting off on cheating he wanted to speak up. He wanted to defend himself. To tell her that he didn’t get off on cheating, that while she gave him pleasure he felt awful about it each time. However, that wasn’t true. Skye had made him cum harder then his wife ever had. He was sure it was mostly her, but deep down inside he knew it was because it was wrong to do it. She was the forbidden fruit, and once he took that small bite, he needed more.

“That’s… that’s not really fair, Bill. we both know you weren’t happy. You were safe. You didn’t question it. You ignored what you wanted and went along with it.”

Bill watched as she nibbled on her cookie. She offered him a chance to have one, however he just wasn’t interested. He listened to her talk and she was right. He felt defeated as she spoke and he gasped. “You are right…. I was safe….. But is that so wrong?.” he said softly.

As Skye set her cookie back on the tray and moved to get off the sill. He watched her body move. He couldn’t deny her elegance. Even in this moment where she seemed calm, her body screamed sexuality. As she spoke about him gaining something, he groaned. “Gained? I may lose my wife and gain a sex partner? Or I don’t lose my wife and we continue to run around behind both our spouses back?” He spoke those words, but in his mind it didn’t sound like an awful plan. Skye knew how to please him and she did it better than he could have ever imagined. What was wrong with having her pleasure him? The little devil on his shoulder kept pushing him, telling him that Skye was good for him. Deep down inside, he knew that Skye was what he wanted.

As she got up to leave, he watched her head toward the door. His mind was exhausted and he was stressed beyond belief. He stared at her body as she moved and as she stopped he watched her hands move down her ribcage, over her stomach and to her hips. As she turned he sighed. His eyes drinking in her body, looking her up and down.

“I wasn't’ going to do anything, Bill, but I think you might really need to cum right now. Nothing crazy but… would you like me to give you a little hand release before we go back to work?”

His mind raced, of course he didn’t want to cum. While the stress of the situation was driving him crazy, he couldn’t possibly want Skye, could he? He gasped, “God…… I am so stressed Skye….. and mentally drained…” he admitted as he stared at her. Every urge in his body was screaming for him to tell her to leave. He wanted to stop playing this game, but she was a drug and he was addicted. He didn’t care they were at work. If she wanted he would fuck her in the hallway in front of their co-workers and students. He was a fiend and she was the only thing to quench those desires and needs.

As she stood there, he felt his cock twitching. Every part of his mind was begging him to tell her to leave. He knew it was a situation he had to get out of. Sure, he knew it was wrong. He sighed as he opened his mouth, “Yes….. I would love you to give me a hand release before work…” he admitted. His eyes drinking in her body as he thought about her soft hand getting him off. He knew Skye could release every ounce of stress, even if for only a moment using her body. That is all he wanted in this moment, to forget his stress.