Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2020 19:47:16 -0500
From: Natty <bacteriaburger@gmail.com>
Subject: Once a Cheater... (Pt 3)

Once a Cheater... (Pt 3)
By Natty Soltesz

(Geoffrey): I have the most loving husband in the world, who cares for me
deeply - in life and in the *bedroom*. So I was concerned when he'd become
distant; distracted. I messaged his best friend Bobby, who'd recently moved
back to the city, and he was kind enough to meet me for lunch one Thursday
afternoon.

"Zach and I don't talk like we used to," I said, sipping the glass of
champagne Bobby had insisted on pouring for me.

"How's your sex life?" Bobby said.

"It's great," I said. "No problem at all. Why? You don't think he could be
cheating?"

"No, no," Bobby said, shaking his head as he refilled my glass. "What you
and Zach have is way too special. It's magical, really. Geoffrey," he said,
and took my hands in his. "I feel so lucky to be in both of your lives."

"Bobby!" I said, taking my hands away and dabbing at my eyes. "You're gonna
make me cry!"

"I mean it," Bobby said. "And I tell you what: I'm gonna talk to Zach; see
if I can find out what's been bothering him. And then you and I can meet up
and talk about it, maybe over dinner. Sushi?" he said.

"Oo, my favorite!" I said, wiggling in my seat. "I really appreciate it,
Bobby. If anyone can get inside that head of his, you can!"

***

A week later I met Bobby at my favorite sushi restaurant. He ordered us
drinks and appetizers, and I was having such a good time that I'd almost
forgotten about his promise to talk to Zach.

Bobby's eyes got real serious when I asked about it.

"I meant to say something sooner about this, Geoffrey," he said, "But we
were having such a good time..."

"What is it?" I said, feeling my stomach sink. I forced a laugh. "Bobby!
You're scaring me!"

"I'm sorry to have to show you these," he said, opening his phone and
handing it to me. What I saw on its screen was my husband's beautiful blue
eyes looking straight into the camera. He was naked, bent over, and had a
huge, raw dick lodged in his asshole.

My vision got fuzzy. I dropped the phone onto the table.

"Geoffrey, are you okay?" Bobby said, but it sounded like he was in a
tunnel. And then everything went black.

When I came to I found myself in a comfortable bed. Bobby was at my side.

"Feeling better?" he said, passing a cool cloth over my brow.

"Bobby? Where are we?" I said, and tried to sit up but became dizzy.

"Shh, lie down," Bobby said, gently pressing me back onto the bed. "You've
had quite a shock. I brought you here to my place."

"The restaurant...your phone..." I said, and it all came back. "Oh, Bobby!
Is it true? Zach is cheating on me? How could it be?" Bobby took my hand.

"I'm afraid so, Geoffrey. I met up with Zach and looked at his phone when
he was in the bathroom -- for your sake. That's when I found the pictures."

I broke down sobbing. My husband -- the love of my life -- was cheating on
me! It didn't seem possible. I asked Bobby to see the pictures again.

"No Geoffrey, you shouldn't," he said, but he finally relented. I scrolled
through the photos. There was the light of my life, on his knees with a
thick cock stuffed down his throat. There he was on his back, that same big
raw dick stretching his hole wide. There was even a video of him riding it,
his own cock hard and swinging around as he took that huge cock in him
again and again. "Your raw dick feels so fucking good in me, baby...oh, I
want your cum," he said.

Bobby held me as I wept. "Do you have any idea who it could be?" he asked.

"Not at all," I said. "Oh Bobby, what am I going to do?"

"There, there," he said, cradling my head as I cried. It felt good to have
Bobby comfort me, his hand caressing my back as my tears began to
dry. "Maybe there is something we could do..."

"Like what?" I said, wiping my nose. I looked up at Bobby, anxious to hear
what he had in mind, and was struck by how handsome he was.

"I hate seeing you like this, and I'm wondering if there's a way to get
back at Zach...to hurt him in the same way he's hurt you."

"Gosh," I said. "Do you think that's a good idea?"

"Why not?" Bobby said. "Give him a taste of his own medicine."

"But...cheat on him? I love Zach too much. And I wouldn't know who to cheat
on him with."

"What about with me?" Bobby said.

"You, Bobby?" I said. "But...you're straight."

"I know, but I want to help you out. I care about you," Bobby said.

"I don't know - " I started to say. Bobby put a finger to my lips.

"Shh," he said, "We need to show him how much hurt he's caused you." He
took my hand, moved his face close to mine. "Besides, what better lesson is
there? For his husband to sleep with his best friend," he said, and placed
my hand on his swelling crotch. I shivered. "He doesn't deserve you,
Geoffrey. Let me treat you how you should be treated."

"Oh Bobby," I said, and then he kissed me.

"Just go with it," he said and slid his tongue between my lips. I sucked on
it and felt my own cock swell. "That's it," Bobby said, reaching down to
feel me. "Let's forget all about Zach and just fuck. You and me."

"Fuck, Bobby," I said and slid my tongue against his, our bodies coming
together. I grabbed his pulsating cock under his pants.

"That's it, baby," Bobby said. He stood and stripped naked, piece by piece
revealing his gorgeous, muscled body. When he pulled his underwear down and
revealed his submarine of a cock I felt a lump in my throat. He had me get
on my knees and opened the camera app on his phone. "Show Zach two can play
at that game," he said.

"Yeah, Bobby?" I said, wrapping my fingers around his prong and giving it a
lick. It was the first time I'd tasted a cock that wasn't my husband's in
years. I savored it. "What a beautiful cock," I said.

"Kiss it," Bobby said. "Worship it. Do what you would never do to Zach's
cock."

"He doesn't even like to have his cock sucked," I said to Bobby as he
filmed me. I kissed the head of his cock. Licked it from the base to the
tip, all the while undoing my khakis and slipping my underwear down over my
ass. "I would never be this slutty with him," I said, letting Bobby's prick
slide across my face as I spread my ass out behind me.

"Oh goddamn, Geoffrey," Bobby said, shaking his head as he reached over to
feel my exposed ass. "You don't know how long I've wanted to get my hands
on this ass."

"Really, Bobby?" I said.

"Really," he said, and I felt lust overtake me. I sank his cock in between
my lips and slid it, whole-hog, down into my throat. "Oh fuck that's it,
take that cock in your mouth, show Zach you can cheat just like he can,"
Bobby said, squeezing my plump ass cheek in one hand while he used the
other hand to film. The deeper I sucked his cock the hungrier I became for
it and soon I was choking on it, eyes watering. "Look up at the camera,"
Bobby said, and I did, through watery eyes, my mouth stretched to the limit
around Bobby's big straight cock. "Tell Zach how much you love sucking his
best friend's cock."

"I love sucking your best friend's cock, Zach," I said, eyes on the camera,
slapping Bobby's spit-soaked salami against my face. "I love it so much
more than sucking your cock. It's so much bigger, and harder. How could I
ever go back to yours?" I said, meaning every word, then going right back
for more of Bobby's superior cock.

"Exactly right," Bobby said. "And now I'm going to fuck you. Fuck you
better than your limp-dicked husband ever could." He started to fuck my
face as he filmed. I opened my throat to take him and held on for dear
life.

"Yes, Bobby," I said, wiping the tears out of my eyes and the sloppy spit
off of my mouth. "I want you to fuck me. I want you." Bobby stopped. He put
down his phone, took my chin in his fingers, and stared into my eyes.

"Say that again," he said.

"I want you, Bobby," I said.

"I want you too, Geoffrey. I always have. And now that I have you I'm not
going to let you go." He stood me up and stripped off my shirt, then my
pants, until I was totally naked. "This isn't just about getting back at
your husband anymore. This is real." I was speechless as he took me in his
arms, enveloping me in his tall, hard body. His hands grabbed my ass
tightly as we made out.

"I never knew, Bobby," I said, and stroked his cock as his fingers pressed
against my asshole. "I guess I've always wanted you, too."

"It's already better than it is with him, isn't it?" Bobby said, just
barely putting his fingertip inside me. "When was the last time he took you
out? When was the last time he made you feel this good?"

"He never has," I said. "It's never felt like this."

"I'm gonna fuck you all night, baby," he said, and sank his two fingers
into me, up to the first knuckle. "And take lots of pictures so he can see
what he's been taking for granted."

"I want you inside me, Bobby," I said, getting spit on my hand and using it
to lube his cock. "Give it to me like my husband can't." Bobby grinned. He
pushed me onto the bed and flipped me on all fours.

"I can't believe I'm finally gonna get to fuck this ass," Bobby said,
slapping his cock against my spread-wide fuck hole. "Want me to wear a
condom?" I felt my heart leap in my throat.

"No," I said. "Fuck me raw, Bobby. Fuck me bareback and cum in me. Make me
yours," I said.

"That's exactly what I'm gonna do, baby," Bobby said. I heard him uncap
some lube and then his slick fingers went to my asshole. "Make you mine."
He pressed his cock head to my asshole; it felt like trying to fit a tennis
ball into a straw, but the harder he pressed the more I relaxed because I
wanted that dick in me more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life: more
than I wanted my house, my husband, anything. My whole world in that moment
was Bobby's big, raw cock. Finally it popped inside. We both groaned. But I
didn't let him pause, I reared back and took the whole thing: nine inches
of raw, straight-guy dick in my guts, where only my husband's inferior cock
had been for the last three years.

"There we go, baby, we're fucking now. But it's not just fucking: we're
making love," Bobby said.

"Yes, Bobby, make love to me!" I screamed as he began to pump his prong in
and out of my ass. Bobby paused to take some pictures of it -- the fat base
of his condom-less cock, wedged into my tight pink hole. We made sure my
face was in the shot, smiling and lustful. I imagined Zach looking at the
pictures as I posed, seeing Bobby give me pleasure in ways he never had. I
thought of how shocked and hurt he would be and it only turned me on more.

Bobby flipped me on my back. "Tell me what you're feeling right now," Bobby
said, his phone trained on my face.

"Your raw cock is plowing me, Bobby. It feels so much better than it does
with Zach."

"And you want it again after this, don't you?" Bobby said, grabbing my neck
in his hand.

"Yes! I want it all the fucking time," I said, and as Bobby pounded me
harder his hand got tighter around my neck.

"Even if you go back to Zach?"

"It's all I'll think about," I said, and as I said it I realized it was
true. "Bobby...I think I'm..."

"Say it," Bobby said.

"I think I'm..." Bobby fucked me harder, his cock drilling into me
mercilessly. My own cock was hard and pulsing. I felt something well up
inside me, uncontrollable, undeniable.

"Say it!" Bobby said.

"I think I'm in love with you!" I said, and as I said it my cock began to
spurt and shoot all over me, untouched. "Oh fuck Bobby, I'm in love with
you, I want you more than I want my husband! I want you to fuck me all the
time, day and night, only you," I said, my orgasm sending me over the moon.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum in you," Bobby said. "Gonna shoot deep in you,
baby. Fuck!" he said, and rammed me like an animal until he finally held
himself deep. I felt his cock swell and pulse as he unloaded inside of
me. And then he collapsed on top of me.

"Oh wow, Bobby. I never thought you felt this way about me. I never knew!"
I said. Bobby rolled off of me.

"Yeah..." he said.

"Bobby?" I said. "You meant what you said, right? About always having
wanted me?"

"Sure I did," Bobby said, as he stood up and wiped his cock off with a
towel. "But you better get dressed, Zach will start to wonder where you
are."

"But Bobby," I said, and felt panic beginning to rise in me. I stood up and
went to him. "I don't want to be with Zach anymore, I want to be with
you. I'm in love with you."

"Sure, baby," Bobby said, smirking and grabbing my butt. "But don't you
think we ought to give Zach some time to get used to the idea?"

"I'll text him right now, tell him I'm leaving him for you..." I said.

"Hold off on that," Bobby said. "I want you to go home to him. Pretend like
everything is fine. Make love to him, even. But always, in the back of your
mind, you'll know that you're mine."

"But what about the pictures?" I said.

"Insurance," Bobby said. "Just in case we need to prove it to him that you
don't need his cheating ass in your life. We'll figure it out, take him for
all he has. But we have to be cautious about it. Can you do that for me,
baby? Go home to him, pretend like it's all fine, wait until it's the right
time to leave his ass broke and in the gutter?"

The thought of it made me smile.

"I can do that, Bobby," I said. "For you."

"That's right," Bobby said. "For me."

To be continued...

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