Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Creampies And Cuckoldry: 1

Sometimes, in those moments when jealousy is the strongest, I wonder if I should have just let it remain a fantasy. But then my wife looks at me with those cocoa, bedroom eyes, gives me that pouty smile, and spreads her pussy lips to shows me her lover's cum and my jealousy turns into desire.

I suppose it started back before Jennifer and I even met. My old girlfriend, Lisa, had me in a bad funk. For a while I suspected she had been sleeping around on me. Then one night, I confirmed it. She came home from a supposed "girl's night out." I was feeling particularly horny, and intercepted her before she could take the shower she insisted she wanted to take. I kissed her, and she felt "wrong," tasted "wrong." But I continued anyway. I unbuttoned her jeans and went to slide my hand into her thong. She pulled away. When I tugged her jeans all the way down, I found out why: she wasn't wearing her panties at all. Then I saw the cum. She just stood there, jeans around her ankles, staring at me.

"Are you happy, now?"

"Lisa... I... what the fuck?"

She didn't move. She didn't make any effort to cover up. In fact, I saw her nipples harden under her tight t-shirt. His cum oozed out of her pink lips and began to seep down her leg. All the while she just stared at me with those blazing green eyes. "So now you know."

I was pissed off. I was devastated. But somewhere deep in my confused head, a tiny uncontrolled corner of my brain was feeling excited.

She stepped out of the jeans and bent over to pick them up, no longer caring if I saw the sloppy state her pussy was in. I think she may have even taken pleasure in bending at the waist, thrusting her ass at me, as if to say, look what you'll never have again. When she walked out of the room, I noticed that a blob of cum had fallen from her. I scooped it up and rubbed it between my fingers, trying to figure out why she preferred his cum to mine.

moved into his condo

have a good time. After hitting a few bars we ended up at our regular haunt, the Town Tap. Being a Friday, the crowd was thick and loud. To my friends' delight, the crowd also consisted of many attractive women. I still wasn't in the mood to window shop, so I sat quietly at our table and drank my beers. At one point, Steve and Mike went to shoot some pool and Jim went to the bar to get more drinks then joined them, leaving me alone. A moment later, Jennifer came into my life. She came up to the table and asked for a light. I grabbed the book of matches Steve left and, after a few fumbling attempts, lit the match

forwardness, she sat down on one of

"Hello Jennifer. I'm John."

she offered her hand which I shook,

Jennifer's eyes, so expressive, became even more lively when she smiled. Her chestnut colored hair, luxurious and tousled, cascaded down to her shoulders. Her skin was smooth and flawless and her

a billowy blouse. Her breasts over-filled the shirt and moved with a gentle sway each time she shifted. Jennifer's body, curvy and soft, was precisely the build I've always found attractive on a woman. Whereas my previous girlfriend described herself as "athletic," Jennifer was wonderfully

a secluded corner when my friends finished their game of

the following weekend, we kissed: deep, warm, and wet.

date turned into two. Two into five. The more we dated, the more I was drawn to her. We weren't exclusive, it was too soon for that. But even though I knew she dated other men, I couldn't bring myself to see anyone else. At first I wasn't too bothered by this arrangement. However, the more we saw of each other, the more my feelings for her

you when I was with them, anyway." I know I grinned like an idiot. She smiled back, then grabbed my face and gave me one of her famous deep kisses. We kissed for a long time. I ran my fingers through her hair. I nibbled on her neck (which drives her absolutely wild). I licked her cleavage and massaged her breasts. I wanted to kiss each and every one of the freckles on her chest. I continued massaging, working the shirt off of her and unclasping her bra. Jennifer's breasts are simply incredible. Natural and big: not freakishly large, like so many

newly exclusive-sex on my living room floor. At one point, Jennifer was laying there and I sat up, ready to mount her. I just marveled at the beautiful woman laying naked for me. Her eyes, lids half closed

ecstasy. She mewled. I sunk all the way in with little resistance, she was so wet. When I was fully buried in her-my balls tight against her round ass-she grabbed me and told me to stay. I thought I would cum just laying there, so deep in her. Eventually, we began our slow movement,