The actualpossibilityof losing my wife had scared me straighter than a ruler.
And this was not the kind of town you could keep a secret in.
She’ll forgive me, I tried to convince myself.
After all, if I was an eater, I couldn’t be a bad husband? Right? Right?
At first, it had been an indescribable thrill to see Christabelle’s face when she sneaked back into the coffee shop, knowing I was doing something risky and dangerous.
The blood had been draining from my brain, filling my dick.
“We shouldn’t—” I began.
“I just can’t stay away from you.”
She shouldn’t be here, I thought, but Christabelle’s overflowing breasts were heaving, and she smelled just like I remembered, like some kind of Bath & Bodyworks Vanilla, and it reminded me so much of my college days that I stepped closer. Just to inhale, just to get a little, tiny hit of my forbidden lust.
I had no intention of doing anything. Just talking to her, torturing myself with knowing that we couldn’t be together.
And then suddenly she had turned with a gasp and was in my arms, her soft mouth on mine, her arms around my neck.
This is wrong! my brain roared at me, but I didn’twantto stop.
So I didn’t, letting my hands roam over her body, hearing her little breathy moans.
“Oh Frankie,” she gasped in my ear as her fingers dragged down my belly to the waistband of my pants. “I know it’s so wrong, but I wanted to touch you so badly all day.Tasteyou. No one has ever compared to you. All the guys I’ve been with were so jealous.”
She put a finger under the waistband, curling into my pelvis, and I felt my cock twitch, knocking into her belly.
Her words went down like pure alcohol, making my skin buzz with pleasure.
But when Christabelle put her hand on my dick I knew I had made a huge mistake.
I looked down and there I was, a 30-year-old man leaning against a kitchen counter at high noon, my pants pooled down around my ankles. Christabelle was looking up at me, making the most ridiculous noises as she slurped my cock up and down in her mouth.
And I realized immediately.
This was embarrassing and stupid as fuck.
A grown ass man with a beautiful, loving wife and here I was with my pants around my tennis shoes like I was a stupid freshman in college again.
This was ridiculous and I was a fool.
She took me down her throat so fast, an orgasm was already pooling on the base of my spine. My hips thrust forward into her mouth as she moaned loudly, vibrating my cock, and my cheeks burned with agony.
And then my wife had come in.
Fuck fuck fuck
I paced the room in agony, grabbing my phone to text my wife.
I’m so sorry
Can’t stop thinking about you
Please let me make this right
No response.
