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Archive name: cheat3.txt (M/ff-teen, cheating-husband)
Authors name: KBT (An Eddies BBS Author)
Story title : Cheating with Amy - Part 3

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Cheating with Amy - Part 3 (M/ff-teen, cheating-husband)
By KBT (An Eddies BBS Author)

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Marge, Scott and their daughter Amy all came over the 
next day about two o'clock. Amy wore a crop top and a 
mini dress. The top seemed to hang far in front of her 
stomach, pushed out by the size of her breasts. Amy 
smiled and said "Hello," but otherwise was distant and 
polite. 

Everyone was drinking a bit, and Amy fell into serving 
as the bartender for the group as she was the odd man 
out. By five, everyone was feeling the effects of three 
hours of drinking. I wasn't in too bad a shape even 
though I had consumed five or six drinks. We were 
cooking dinner on the grill, Sarah's specialty.

Everyone wanted strawberry daiquiris, so I volunteered 
to help Amy make the drinks in the kitchen. I walked 
behind Amy, watching her ass swing in her short skirt. I 
got out the blender while Amy found the mix and the ice 
cubes. I poured in the rum, about a cup for the four 
drinks. 

I spilled some of the strawberry mix on my hand. Amy 
noticed it, pulled my hand to her mouth, and began to 
lick the sweet mix off my fingers, sucking each one deep 
into her mouth and looking me straight in the eye as she 
did it. 

"You've been so quiet tonight," I said. "I wasn't sure 
you still liked me."

"Don't worry," Amy responded. "I wouldn't go through the 
night without giving you a pair of aching balls." 

"Are you wearing panties? Or did you come without like 
you said?"

"See for yourself," she answered, and I firmly placed my 
hand on her bare bottom under her skirt. Her ass felt 
silky smooth, and Amy moaned as my fingers trace swirls 
over each ass cheek. I reached down between her legs, 
and Amy leaned over the counter to give me access to her 
pussy. My fingers ran lightly over the outside of her 
pussy lips. 

"I don't know if I should let you feel inside. You are 
married...." Amy stopped in mid sentence as my finger 
entered her pussy. It was wet and slippery from her 
juices, but hotter and tighter than anything I had ever 
felt before. 

I could actually feel it pulsing against my one finger 
inside, squeezing it again and again. My cock grew hard 
immediately with the thought of fucking her wondrous 
pussy, and we both moaned together with how good it 
felt. Just then the screen door slammed. It was Marge 
coming in to see where the drinks were.

"We're just about done," I told Marge. We'll be out in a 
minute. Marge grabbed some garlic powder and went back 
out to the others. I turned on the blender while Amy 
slid down my body and began to mouth my cock through my 
pants, biting it and making my knees weak. She pulled my 
pants down just enough to let my penis free to the open 
air, hanging less than an inch from her open mouth.

"You are a married..." Amy was stopped again, this time 
by me slipping my cock right into her mouth. She did not 
protest at all, rather she began licking and sucking 
like nothing I had ever felt. Amy grabbed my cock with 
both hands and started jerking me off while she sucked 
me, then stopped suddenly and stood up, pulling up my 
pants to cover my manhood. 

"Not yet, Jeff. We have some drinks to serve. Amy pulled 
four glasses down from the cabinet, and I filled the 
first with the mix from the blender. "That one is 
yours," Amy said. She grabbed the bottle of rum and 
poured about another cup into the blender, turning it 
back on. 

"I don't want you unable to function," Amy said, sliding 
her hand over my throbbing penis as she pressed her body 
into mine, and her mouth against mine for a hot wet 
kiss. Amy broke away a moment later to turn off the 
blender and pour the rest of the drinks. "Okay mister 
married man. Let's go serve these drinks."

I was amazed that nobody seemed to notice how strong the 
drinks were. The four of us finished our drinks rather 
quickly, and I could see the effects on Sarah, Marge and 
Scott, especially since we hadn't eaten yet. Amy 
volunteered to go mix another batch, and I helped to 
serve the food. Dinner went without further incident, 
with another round of drinks gone rather quickly. 

After we all cleaned up (Amy did most of the work, the 
others were having a difficult time just walking 
straight), Amy asked if anyone wanted another drink. 
Marge and Scott said no, that they should be going. 
After saying goodbye to our guests, Sarah said that she 
did want another drink. Amy had already prepared it, and 
suggested that we all go inside to watch TV and talk.

Sarah was quite visibly drunk by this time, and when she 
gets drunk she gets horny. As we walked into the living 
room, Sarah started rubbing my cock through my pants, 
not even trying to hide it from Amy. 

"Jeff is lucky to have you as a wife," Amy said as she 
looked on. "You seem like the kind of woman who likes to 
have sex, and not like the kind who always has a 
headache."

Sarah smiled, and seemed to blush, but to my surprise 
she made no attempt to stop stroking me through my 
pants. "Jeff is good in bed, and I like to make him feel 
good." Amy walked over to the couch that Sarah and I 
were sitting on, sitting down next to me, opposite from 
Sarah.

"His cock looks big and hard inside his pants. I wish I 
could see what it looks like." I looked at Amy in 
disbelief. Her line was so corny that I thought Sarah 
would see right through it and become angry. But Sarah 
didn't even hesitate before she started opening up my 
pants.

"Why don't you take off his shirt while I strip him of 
his pants, Amy. Jeff looks his best when he's completely 
naked." 

I turned my look of disbelief toward Sarah. I couldn't 
tell if this was a setup or not, but I wasn't about to 
complain. Amy knelt on the sofa and pulled my shirt over 
my head, pressing her breasts against my face as she 
pulled the material off of my hands. Meanwhile, Sarah 
had pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles, 
slipping the clothes out from under my feet. I sat there 
naked between my wife and the woman I wanted to be my 
lover. My cock pointed straight at the ceiling.

"I see what you mean about how good it looks, Sarah." 
Amy hesitated for a second, ran her tongue over her 
lips, then asked, "Can I touch it?"

Sarah grabbed my cock and stroked it once or twice, 
looked at Amy, and smiled. "Only if you promise to be a 
good girl."

"I'm always good, Sarah. Real good." These cliches were 
going to be the death of me. Amy grabbed my cock away 
from Sarah, and began stroking me and caressing my balls 
with her other hand. I looked over at Sarah who only 
smiled and began to undo her blouse. "He seems to like 
this. Should I keep it up?"

"Keeping it up is his job, Amy." Sarah threw aside her 
bra, then stood up to remove her shorts and panties. 
Soon she was as naked as I was. Here was my wife, who 
normally wants the drapes closed if she is in her robe, 
sitting with me naked while the neighbor girl jerked me 
off. It was hard for me to keep up. 

Sarah sat next to me and began kissing my chest, her 
hand stroking my thigh. Her mouth moved down my body 
until she slipped her lips over the head of my cock, 
taking it away from Amy. Sarah ran her tongue up and 
down and around my erection, sucking the head and then 
deep-throating it like I've never seen her do. I began 
to stroke her back and ass, moaning as I did. 

Amy stood up and walked to the other side of the couch, 
next to Sarah. She started to rub Sarah's ass, just as I 
was, motioning for me to stop. I watched as Amy's hands 
caressed my wife's ass, slipping in between her legs to 
rub at her pussy. 

Thinking the fingers were mine Sarah spread her legs, 
giving Amy more and more access. I watched Amy slip one, 
then two fingers into Sarah's wet pussy. Amy leaned over 
and started to kiss and tongue her ass, and Sarah moaned 
her approval over my cock, sucking harder and harder. 

Amy started licking at her asshole, and Sarah responded 
my raising her ass high into the air, spreading her legs 
till she was standing one leg on the floor, her ass and 
pussy exposed to Amy's eager mouth. Amy continued 
attacking Sarah's pussy with her mouth and fingers.

My cock broke free from Sarah's mouth as she cried out, 
"oh yeah, yeah, don't stop. I've never felt anything so 
good!" This from the woman who was too embarrassed to 
let me go down on her. Sarah flipped herself over, 
spreading her legs wide for Amy, and pulling my mouth 
down onto hers. I felt her body begin to jerk, and she 
pulled her mouth away from me. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," she 
screamed with every spasm, and I looked down to see Amy 
sucking rhythmically on her clitoris. 

"Don't stop! I'm going to cum! Yes, Yes, Yes!!" Her 
entire body shook, and I saw a stream of cum from 
Sarah's pussy shoot out against Amy's face. Sarah's 
cries died out as she lost consciences, passing out from 
the pleasure Amy had given her.

I went and got a towel for Amy and a pillow and blanket 
for Sarah. Amy helped me get Sarah comfortable, then 
asked to use the bathroom. I guided her to the upstairs 
bathroom, deciding to use the first floor one myself. 

I turned on the TV, not knowing what would happen next. 
Sarah was snoring on the couch, and I knew she was out 
for the night. Amy's voice called me from upstairs, 
saying she needed help. I went up the stairs, the only 
light coming from our bedroom.

"I'm in here," Amy called. I entered the door, and saw 
Amy, naked, laying on top of our bed. Her nipples were 
erect and pointing toward the ceiling, and her knees 
were up and spread for me to see the pussy in between. 
"I need help," Amy said. "It's my turn to cum and I need 
your help."

"What would you like me to do?" I asked. My fingers 
traced lightly around her breasts, squeezing and pulling 
on her hard nipples. I leaned over and began to nurse on 
her breasts, letting my fingers wander down to her pussy 
and probe inside. She was so hot and tight. 

"I want you to cream in my pussy, Jeff. I want to feel 
your hot cum squirting deep into me. I want you now, 
Jeff."

"I probably won't last long...." I started to say, but 
Amy cut me off.

"I don't care. Fuck me now!"

I do what I am told, so I climbed on and slid my erect 
cock into her pussy. She was right with what she had 
told me about nothing else ever being the same. Nothing 
I had ever felt was as hot, and tight, and slippery as 
Amy's pussy was. 

I thought about baseball, about how I was cheating on my 
wife, about castration, but nothing helped. I came after 
about thirty seconds, Amy crying out underneath me about 
how great it felt. After I had cum Amy told me not to 
pull out. She flipped us over so she was on top, my 
still hard - but growing limp - cock inside of her.

"I was right, wasn't I. Now what are you going to do." 
Amy pulled my hands up to her breasts, her erect nipples 
under my fingertips. "I'm coming to your work again this 
week. This time I'm going to suck you off in your 
office. And how about your secretary. You want her too, 
don't you. I'll have her sucking you off within a week. 
You can fuck her too, if you want."

"Amy, I..."

"Shhh. Quiet, Jeff. You know you like to fuck women. 
Your cock is getting hard again just thinking about it." 
She was right. My cock was starting to come back to life 
again. Amy began to rock back and forth, squeezing her 
pussy against my cock. 

The hot tightness worked it's magic quickly, and soon 
Amy began to slide up and down on me. She leaned over to 
the edge of the bed for a minute, and came back with a 
small tape recorder, then clicked it on.

"I want the truth from you Jeff. Answer with the truth 
and you will have the time of your life. Do you 
understand.?" 

I was scared, but the feelings were just too good. I 
would have done anything at this point. I said yes.

"Does my pussy feel better than any other pussy you have 
ever felt?"
"Yes, ohh, yes. It feels great."

"Does it feel better than you wife's?" I hesitated for a 
second, not sure if this should be on tape. Then Amy 
started to pull herself off of me, my penis slipping 
into the cold air.

"Yes, yes, it feels better than my wife's."

"That's better. If you had a choice between fucking me 
and fucking Sarah, who would you pick?"

"I'd pick you."

Amy was pumping up and down harder and harder, her 
breath coming faster. "If your boss needed you in his 
office, and I was sucking you off, would you leave?"

"No, I'd stay with you." Amy's head dropped back, and I 
pulled and twisted her nipples as she pounded up and 
down on my cock.

"Oh god, oh yeah Jeff. If your wife walked in the room 
right now, would you stop fucking me?"

"No, no I wouldn't." I flipped Amy over and began 
pounding into her hot pussy as hard as I could, Amy 
crying out with pleasure with each thrust. Amy screamed 
louder and louder in orgasmic pleasure, her pussy 
squeezing against me, milking the semen from my penis.

"I'm going to cum," I shouted. Amy pulled away, grabbing 
my cock and pumping it into her mouth, sucking the cum 
from my manhood. I fell back, groaning with pleasure. 
Amy licked me clean, then lay next to me, pulling me to 
her and kissing my chest and neck. 

"Thank you, Jeff. It was wonderful." With that, Amy sat 
up and climbed off the bed. She grabbed the recorded and 
ejected the tape, throwing it down on the bed. "I dare 
you to listen to this the next time you fuck Sarah."

"Where are you going?"

"It's time for me to get home. Don't worry, I'll see you 
this week, for lunch." With a wink Amy was gone, leaving 
me the tape to do with as I wished.

Sarah didn't really remember all the events of the 
evening, though she did ask me to go down on her the 
next time we made love. I had fun, eating out her pussy 
while listening to Amy and I making love. Amy did show 
up at the office, and I was late for a meeting with my 
boss because of it.

As for my secretary, Melissa, well, that's a whole other 
story.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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