I wasted no time, and made my intentions clear. That night, he and I were going to meet up, and screw each other’s brains out. We were going to do what I wanted when I wanted, and for as long as I wanted. He objected at first, saying that he was going on a date with his girlfriend, but I threatened to send her all the messages between the two of us, as well as the photos I had of he and I having sex. He begged me not to, and even offered me money to leave him alone, but I refused. So, he pretended to be sick, went home early, and cancelled his date under the same pretense.
That night, as I was getting ready to leave, my husband asked to talk to me. I told him I didn’t have much time, but he insisted. He told me flat out that he knew something was going on, and that it needed to stop. I played dumb, and acted like I had no idea what he was talking about. He said that I knew exactly what he was talking about, and when I looked in his eyes, there was no doubt there.
He was certain that I was lying to him, and I think he even knew I was leaving then and there to have sex with another man. I stuck to my guns. I played innocent, and said nothing at all was going on, and told him we could talk when I got home. When he didn’t say anything, I promised to make it up to him when I got back, and I left. I didn’t take the direct route to Tom’s house, because I was worried my husband might be following me. When I got near Tom’s apartment, he was waiting at the end of the street, so I just stopped and he quickly jumped in. I leaned over to kiss him, but he said “not here.”
We drove out into the country to a little park that I had been to for a similar purpose before. When I parked the car, Tom started to talk, and told me that he didn’t want to continue our relationship anymore, but I wasn’t prepared to listen any more. I told him that either we got started, or he gets out, and I send everything to his girlfriend. Reluctantly, he got into the backseat, and I followed.
Clearly, he wanted to get this over with, so he pulled his sweats down, and quickly followed up with his briefs. Despite how disinterested he was acting, and how much he had protested, there he was, half naked in my car, with his prick hard and already leaking pre cum. This is where I learned that men can hate you, or at least want nothing to do with you, but their dick will betray them.
I leaned towards him, and sucked his dick into my mouth. The precum was salty, and tasted much stronger than I remembered it tasting before. I sucked for a while, before quickly shedding my yoga pants and wet panties. I then slid across the seat, and picked up his left leg to get in between them. He got up a little off the seat, and I got underneath him. With him straddling my lap, I reached down and popped the tip of his hard prick into my waiting snatch. I then started to pound him.
Now, normally, I want to be very submissive. I want a man that will take charge, and do all the work. I pretty much always make it seem like I am disinterested, and that I am doing them a favor, but I could tell that if Tom got his way, he wouldn’t be here with me at all, so I knew I was going to have to do everything. It was pretty hard to keep a steady rhythm because his dick wasn’t very long, and the position we were using was not conducive to that fact, but I made it work.
I slammed my groin into his over and over again as I worked myself towards an orgasm, and from the feeling I had already, it was the best one I had had with him yet. I reached down, and started to rub my clit with three fingers, occasionally sliding one in with his dick as I smashed against it. I’m guessing that his distraction and apparent distaste for my company was helping him hold off, as he had not cum yet, even though we were going harder and faster than we ever have before. I rubbed furiously against my clit until it was on fire.
I felt like I was dying from the shockwaves that were spreading up my body and down my legs as I reached a pretty intense clitoral orgasm. I slowed my pace as I wanted to savor the orgasm before continuing, but Tom had other ideas. Right as I slowed my pace, he grabbed my hips, and started thrusting hard into me. I was pretty sore, and the angle was resulting in a lot of pressure against my pelvic bone, but he wasn’t stopping. He slammed away angrily at me for perhaps a minute or two before I felt him tense up, and grunt with three hard slams into my aching pussy, he emptied his load into me.
I normally like to sit for a bit after a guy cums in my, but this time, I did not get what I wanted. After his third hard stroke into me, he shoved me off his dick and I slammed into the other side of the car. I was both worried that I was in physical danger, and turned on by how assertive he suddenly was. I waited for him to continue either way, but when I looked over, he had a phone open, and was scrolling and tapping the screen.
I assumed he was quickly trying to catch up with his girlfriend and cover his tracks. I sat up and asked if he was ready for round two, but he suddenly tossed the phone to me. It was my phone. He must have grabbed it from behind me when he took over. He had deleted our whole conversation, and wiped all the photos and videos I had of the two of us. He had even removed his phone number and his girlfriend’s phone number from my phone.
He then told me that we were done, and he never wanted to talk to me again. I threatened to tell his girlfriend everything, even without the proof. He just continued to put his clothes back on, and told me that he had already told her everything, and that she knew exactly where he was right now. I started to get scared about what was going to happen, and if he was going to betray me and tell my husband.
Tom then explained that he had long since deleted everything I had ever sent him, as the whole affair disgusted him. He admitted that the reason he had struggled to perform on our first two dates was because of the guilt that he felt having sex with someone else’s wife.
He was horny, and wasn’t getting any, so he went along with it, but every time he saw my face, he would almost instantly go soft because he knew I was married. That’s why he always tried to do it in really dark places, or have me facing away from him whenever we touched each other. Tom told me that when he started dating his girlfriend, the thought of cheating on her physically made him sick to his stomach, and that’s why he was trying to avoid me. Everything made sense to me now, and I felt the worst I had ever felt up to that point.
Some guy who had just started dating someone was a hundred times more loyal to her than I was to my husband, and I was never anything more to him than a literal cum dumpster. That’s why he never wanted me at his house, why he never wanted to spend any money on me, and why when the moment came that he found someone better, he was prepared to pretend I had never existed. I yelled at him to get out of my car, and he just smirked and opened the door. There was his girlfriend, standing next to her car, holding her phone recording him getting out of the car, and me still sitting in the back seat, half naked with cum leaking out of my freshly fucked pussy.