1. My Pizza Slut


    Date: 12/26/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: shootersr9, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    my lips downward and latched onto her right teat to suckle it like a famished newborn baby. Whitney completely enjoyed the way I alternated between swirling my tongue around a nipple, biting and then sucking on it hard. Before to long I switched and gave her other side some much needed attention while I pinched the first over and over. I was aware that she had tilted her head back and was now groaning quite a bit and I wondered if anyone parked nearby would hear her when they returned to their vehicle, not that I cared. Without a doubt I knew she felt the large sausage that was nearly hard inside my jeans as she rocked back and forth atop of it. Just at that point I heard her say through clenched teeth, "Oh God, don't stop. I mean, oh shit, I, I, I can't believe it but...," she trailed off and never finished her thoughts as she began shaking as if having a convulsion. I felt her pulling the back of my head against her chest, mashing my face against her glorious chest as she stiffened for a minute before settling back against my steering wheel. I released her two cantaloupes and leaned my head back and said, "What was all that about?" I really felt stupid when it hit me that she'd just had an orgasm. Before I could say another word she hugged me tightly. "My god Jon...you made me cum just from playing with my boobies! No one's ever done that to me before." "It's that ‘speed instead of quality' thing again," I replied as I noticed the clock on the dashboard; 1:37 am. "We ...
    should get going," I reluctantly told her, pointing to the glowing chronometer. She seemed truly disappointed and told me she didn't want to go home. A plan formulated in my head faster than I'd have thought possible and we put into action. I'd take her back to our house, where she could stay in the guest room tonight. In the morning I'd tell my wife and daughter the truth...well, most of it anyways. My wife was knocked out on sleeping pills, Amanda was out like a light and Whitney had called up drunk. What was a guy supposed to do? I went and got her, brought her back home and put her to bed to sleep it off. Seemed plausible to me, and I found out the next morning that it made perfect sense to my family when I told them the fabricated story. When I awoke the next morning I went about my normal Sunday morning routine. But when it came time to get ready for church, I convinced my wife and Amanda to go without me because Whitney was still asleep and I didn't think she should wake up and be here all alone. Ten minutes after they'd pulled out of the driveway, I quietly made my way to the guest bedroom and slid the door open an inch or two. I walked into the room and stood next to the bed over her body. Just then she startled me when her eyes popped open and starring up at me, she began to giggle. "Oh you think that's funny, do you," I said. "You could give an old man like me a heart attack, you know." From beneath the covers her hand came, reached for mine and then playfully tugged me ...
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