Bella puts a terrific show for cheating husband – part 1

“Um….no.”

He smiled at me and tugged on his sweatshirt. I said, “Baby, lose this rag and show your wife how hot she is.”

“Bella, I really am kind of tired.”

“Honey, I’m horny!” I gave him the pout and cupping my tits held them up, “Come on and play with me!”

William paused, looked as if he were going to continue, but when I reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants he smiled and sitting up, took his shirt off. Laying back down he rolled over to me and started kissing my neck. I sighed and closed my eyes, grateful I’d kept pushing. William was sucking gently on my neck and I moaned when his fingers found my nipple. His other hand was trailing down my stomach and felt like it was trembling. I started stroking his cock through his pants and frowned as he didn’t seem to be getting any harder.

William’s entire body seemed tense and when his mouth left my neck and trailed down to my tit he sucked my nipple into his mouth so quickly it hurt.

“Easy baby,” I said, my hand beginning to stroke him harder, “It’s not a race.”

“Sorry,” he murmured and began gently tonguing my nipple.

“Let’s get these off.” I pulled on his pants.

Releasing my nipple, William rolled onto his back and lifting his legs pulled his pants off. I went to roll over and begin kissing him, but he quickly rolled back over onto his side and sliding his hand down my stomach, slipped it into my thong. I’d been so pent up that even the little attention he had given me had me wet and I groaned as his fingers slid through my lips. He went back to sucking my nipple and again I noticed how tense he was.

“Relax, William. See baby, this is what you need, get you all calmed down.”

William grunted something, but I didn’t hear it over my yelp as he shoved his fingers into me and started pumping them. I didn’t consider myself delicate, but he was jerking them in and out of there like an awkward teenager rather than my lover of the last two decades.

“William, easy! I….oh!”

He slid his fingers out and began rubbing my clit. I began thrusting my hips into his fingers, desperate to get some relief and reaching down, grabbed his cock again. He was still only semi-hard and I began pumping him while his fingers worked my sorely neglected button. I winced again when he began sucking my nipple harder and his fingers were pressing uncomfortably hard against my clit. His fingers were moving faster and despite my discomfort, I could feel my legs starting to tremble.

“Oh, yes.” I moaned, “Oh..I… no, don’t stop!”

William had started to move his hand and I quickly clamped my legs around it.

“Honey, I’m right there! I…”

“Forget it, Bella.” He said disgustedly. “I…I told you I’m tired, I…I can’t even get it all the way up.”

He wasn’t lying. His cock was no harder than when I’d started playing with him. William pulled his hand from between my legs and resisted the urge to whimper in frustration or point blank ask him, “Why should that mean I can’t finish?” I said soothingly, “Hey, it’s okay, baby.”

“Just let it go Bella,” He grabbed my wrist. “We’ll play tomorrow, I promise.”

“William, just relax.” Pushing him onto his back, I slid down the bed and rolled over between his legs. “I heard a rumor that your trophy wife is a hell of a fluffer.”

Before he could respond I grabbed his flaccid cock and took him between my lips and began sucking gently. He was so soft I couldn’t really bob my head. Instead I just sucked and swirled my tongue around the tip. No surprise, William stopped protesting and moaned softly as I began sucking harder. I moaned as well at the feeling of his cock beginning to stiffen. I would get him hard, climb on top and after he got off, we could get back to my needs.

William was getting hard enough that I could begin to move my head and I couldn’t help notice that his stomach was starting to get in the way. He’d really begun to let himself go. That was a topic for another time. For now I slid a little further down between his legs and propping myself up, started making a show of taking him down to his balls. It wasn’t that hard, first off because he still wasn’t completely hard and truth be told William was about average in size, not like a couple of guys I’d fucked before him, one of them had been hung…

I shut off that thought. Sadly I’d been fantasizing more and more about previous lovers as well as a certain young landscaper we currently had. I didn’t really worry about it; it was natural to think about what you weren’t getting. Now however wasn’t the time. I began shaking my head back and forth as well as massaging his balls with my free hand. William was breathing hard and his hips were starting to rock. I looked up at him, my blue eyes wide and started to make little whimpering noises. William had always been a fan of the ‘little girl’ routine and I was damn good at it.

Disturbingly, I had a hard time seeing up to his face over his stomach, but he moaned out, “Damn you look hot Bella.”

I removed his cock from my mouth long enough to ask, “Aren’t trophy wives supposed to be?” then went right back to sucking him.

He was fully hard now and I could feel my pussy dripping at the thought that it was going to be feeling that cock very soon. I sucked him another few seconds then lifted my head, quickly slid up to straddle him. I hadn’t been on top in a long time and again I had to pause and sort of push his stomach up to be able to get into position. I reached back and grabbed his cock to guide him into me and noticed he was already starting to soften. I quickly lowered myself down, but my pussy was so wet his head slid through my lips instead.

I moaned as it felt damn good, but when I slid him back and tried to shove him in he was too soft. Again fighting my frustration, I held his cock and started rocking my hips, sliding him up and down the length of my hot wet flesh. I looked down and could see William looked frustrated, he was also sweating and flushed. He opened his eyes and started to say something, but I grabbed his wrists and put his hands on my chest and said, “Play with them, baby.”

William cupped my tits, but that was it, just held them. I looked down into his brown eyes that used to light up at the sight of his wife’s naked body, but now looked as if he could care less. His cock wasn’t getting harder and I told myself to just give up. But my pussy was wet and I needed it so bad, I kept going. With an air of desperation, I slid back between his legs, took him back into my mouth and started sucking him fast and hard.

I would get him up and this time keep him in my hand while he rolled over between my legs. There was no way I wasn’t getting any tonight and if he was having problems maybe fucking me once would make him feel better. I took him all the way down and began repeatedly deep throating him. Even in his annoyed state, William couldn’t stop moaning and his cock was now rock hard. His hips were moving and I was getting ready to move when he cried out.

“Oh God Bella! Don’t stop!”

No! I thought, trying to slide him from my mouth, I wanted to…. I yelped in surprise around his cock when I felt his hand grab the back of my head and push it down. He thrust his hips shoving his cock deep into my mouth and before I could react, William cried out, “Oh, fuck!” and his cock went off in my mouth. I was caught by surprise and made a gagging sound as his cum hit the back of my throat and I reflexively swallowed it. I tried to move my head back, but William was holding my hair tightly in his hand and holding me there as he fucked my mouth.

Don’t get me wrong, normally a mouthful of cum would get me hot, but under the circumstances, I wasn’t amused. Placing my hands on the bed, I pushed up hard, forcing his cock from my mouth. It was still spurting. I felt it spray my lips and dribble down my chin. His next spurt hit me on the neck and ran down my tits. There was still some cum in the back of my mouth and I disgustedly pushed it out with my tongue, causing it to flow down my chin with the rest of it.

“Damn,” William gasped, “That…” he gave me a smile, “Looks good.”

“What the fuck was that?” I snapped at him, grabbing his side of the sheet and wiping his cum from my face.

“I… what’s the matter? I thought you wanted to…”

“I wanted to get fucked!” I yelled at him. “I wanted to feel you inside me, not fucking blow you!”

“You never complained before.” He shook his head, “Christ Bella, you could fuck up a wet dream.

“Wet dreams are all I have!” I shouted. “I wanted to have sex and you came in my mouth like a fucking teenager getting his first BJ!”

“I told you I didn’t want to!” he began, raising his voice, “You kept pushing!”

“Because I wanted you! And you didn’t seem to mind my mouth; all your bitching stopped then didn’t it?” I put my head down and, trying to fight back tears, added, “You used to want me.”

“I still do,” he said, lowering his voice, “But I’m…”

“And what the fuck was that shit, holding my head down?” I demanded, “What do you think I am a fucking whore?”

“I thought you liked it?”

“I do it when I know I’m going to get something else and it’s all fun.” I waved my hand at him. “You wouldn’t even let me cum, and then you treat me like a slutty fucking girlfriend.”

“Whatever, Bella.” He rolled his eyes and to my dismay turned over on his side, putting his back to me.”

“Oh, so that’s it?” I asked, “You blow your load and I get nothing?”

“You got toys,” he replied, “Do what you have to.”

I sat there speechless. How the hell had things gotten this way? I wanted to say something more, tell him how much he’d just hurt me. Before I could that hurt overwhelmed me and I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. Turning away from him, I lay on my side and slid as far away from him as I could.

I became aware of the taste of cum in my mouth and lying here next to my husband, I felt like a cheap whore. I saw our wedding picture on the bureau across from me and started to cry softly wondering if this was the beginning of the end.

***** I jumped and looked up from the newspaper at the sound of a lawn mower starting up. Leaning back in the small armchair, located near the picture window, I pulled the blinds out to see Luke on the other side of the yard.

As always he was wearing a white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, showing off his deep tan along with his tattooed and well muscled arms. Despite the heat he was wearing jeans that fit him well, hugging his damn fine ass. I got a better look at that ass when the mower stalled and he bent over to prime it. I shook my head as I watched the muscles in his arm flex while he yanked the cord.

I imagined what those arms would look like flexed while he drove his hard young cock into me with my long legs wrapped around his waist. That image was a residual of last night’s masturbation session just before I fell asleep. Just as it had been the night before and let’s face it, all week.

After the humiliating performance on Monday I hadn’t even tried to approach William for sex. I went to bed, slipped a vibrator into my pussy and rubbed my clit. That vibrator became Luke’s cock and my fingers his tongue.

I smiled at the thought that Luke had been a busy boy this week. I suppose some women might think it was wrong to fantasize about another man to that level, but seeing the person who should be taking care of me wasn’t, I felt there was no issue. What was an issue was William had no problem at all with just coming to bed and me not looking for anything. I swear he was relieved. On Monday I’d gotten a half sincere apology from him that he didn’t mean to make me feel cheap.

To me that wasn’t good enough, but I told him it was so I could segue into asking him to come clean with me, did he have a physical issue? He has an attitude which was when I delivered my ultimatum. He had one week to either make an appointment for us to see his doctor or to see a marriage counselor. That had sent him into self righteous indignation and another argument. In the end I simply stuck with what we were talking about for a week.

I was pulled from my thoughts by watching Luke begin pushing the mower around the yard. It was already in the eighties and I know he always did two other houses before ours and his arms were slick with sweat. I wondered what the rest of him would look all sweaty like that. Even better would be the thought of me getting him that way. Hell, William couldn’t last long enough to get me to sweat anymore.

Luke stopped near the window and after taking a minute to move the lawn chairs out of the way, removed a bottle of water from the small cooler on top of the mower. When he was finished he lifted the bottle and poured some of it over his head onto his thick black hair.

“Oh, goddamn.” I whispered watching the water drip down his shoulders and arms.

This was getting ridiculous, I felt like a person on a diet being forced to stare at a double cheeseburger.

“Why the hell is that kid here so early?” William demanded, snapping me out of my day dream.

I quickly dropped the blind, hoping William hadn’t seen me looking. I had no worries; he had gone over and picked his phone up from where it was charging on the coffee table.

“It’s nine thirty.” I told him, “It’s not that early.”

Bella puts a terrific show for her cheating husband – part 1 will continue in the next page.