Not My Yellow Panties, Part 2 (Cheating Husband: Busted!)
By: Avery Montgomery
Tags: Revenge, Erotica, Cheating, Erotica Series, Sex

You all didn’t really think I was going to wear HER panties, did you? No, those things are buried at the bottom of my unmentionables’ drawer. But I did find the exact same ones in a different size, a smaller size. Fat floozy! I doubt my cheating husband checked the size as he peeled them off her anyway. If indeed that’s what happened. Maybe there really is a perfectly good explanation for all this. My mission is to find out! I’m angry, can you tell?

Although these fit quite nice, and they feel rather good, I still hate them. Yellow. Yellow underwear? That’s the color of pee. Just doesn’t seem very sexy to me. If I was making my way down a girl’s stomach, tracing my tongue across her navel to the top edge of her pants, unbuttoning her jeans, and slowly sliding them down, the last color I would want to see is yellow. Pink, red, or black. Yes! Those are the colors of sex. Yellow is the color of nursing homes. Insta turnoff. For me anyways. And for those of you wondering, yes, I’ve done that before. Wink wink!

We will see what my husband thinks. Despite not really wanting him to touch me after finding these hideous foreign undergarments, a girl still has needs. And perhaps it isn’t what it seems. I am hoping not. I like him. I really do. He is a good man; or was. He isn’t super jealous of my job, but he cares enough to be slightly worried. I’ve never given him reason to be, but I get it. And it’s nice to feel, you know, I don’t really know the word. It’s nice that he’s worried sometimes. It means he wants me and doesn’t want anyone else to have me. Or maybe he thinks I’m pretty enough for someone else to want me. You know what I mean? Maybe I am just being weird. But I know what I am trying to say. It makes me sad that maybe he doesn’t want me anymore. Or maybe he does but found someone else he likes better. I’m a good wife, I think. I hope. I’m getting weepy now so let’s talk later. Date night is in a few days. I hope I am wrong about all this.

Okay, I’m Better Now. Here’s what Happened.

I slept with someone. And I fucking loved it. I didn’t plan to go out, let a stranger chat me up and get me into bed. But that is exactly what happened. I took an impromptu work trip yesterday. One of the girls couldn’t make it so I picked it up. Sometimes I say no to these. Most of the time. But with all that’s going on, I wanted to be anywhere but home. Home is a reminder. A reminder of the buzzing of the dryer that started this whole thing. That annoying little sound led me to discover something that I wish I could undiscover. There’s no other answer. He must have had someone over. I don’t even feel bad. At this moment anyway. It’s been almost a day since it happened. My feelings have gone from guilt to giving no fucks to sad to mad to guilt and everything in between if that is even possible. But no happy. There is no happy. Not anymore.

I say I loved it. I can say that at this moment. In 45 seconds I may want to strangle myself. He was good, for sure. Not that it matters. You all are probably thinking, “what a slut!” Maybe you’re right. I am sorry I did it. I think. I needed it though. I needed something more than obligatory sex from my husband. I feel like he doesn’t even want me. He wants her. The girl with the yellow panties. The guy at the hotel bar, he wanted me. He chatted, he flirted. He complimented my necklace and my smile, but he could care less if my pearls were real or not. What he wanted was underneath my blouse and skirt, not around my neck. I didn’t go there with any intent. It just happened. One minute we were chatting at the bar and the next I was pinned against the wall of his hotel room, his lips on my neck, his hands groping me. Squeezing me. All of me. It didn’t take long to make it to the bed. The only thing on me when he threw me onto my back were those pearls. And yes, they are real. He knew what he wanted. It was nice to be wanted. Yeah, I fucking loved it.

And Here are the Juicy Details!

Alright. So I told you I fucked someone, or rather, I let him fuck me. Someone other than my husband. Yes, I know, I’m a cheating slut, but whatever. Ever since I’ve found those stupid yellow panties in my husband’s laundry I’ve wanted to be violated. In every single way. And that’s what this guy did.

You already know that he chatted me up, and got me to his hotel room. It didn’t take much actually, he was hot, and I wanted him. I wanted him to do very bad things to me. You already know that when we walked into his room, he pinned me to the wall, sucked my neck, and groped all the right places. You also already know that when he threw me onto the bed, with enough carnal desire to get me dripping, that I was wearing nothing but a necklace. But what you don’t know, is what happened next. In that bed. You will.

I want to say the thing farthest from my mind as this stranger was fucking me was my husband and those dumb yellow panties. The truth is, I was thinking about it, and it made the sex even hotter. Every time I moaned, every time I screamed, “fuck me harder,” I was thinking of my husband. Not in the, “oh I shouldn’t be doing this way,” but in the, “that’s what you fucking get,” way. I wondered if he fucked her as good as this guy was fucking me. I doubt it. This guy was great. Forceful, and I loved it. He pinned my hands together with one of his, and thrust his body forward. His cock expanding, throbbing, and stretching my dripping tight pussy. God it felt good to be used. To be bad. To be naughty.

He stayed on top of me for a while, in and out, harder and harder and faster. I came while he was fucking me this way. He spun me around, my ass in the air like a good little whore. He spread my legs apart just enough, and pulled my hair back. I let out a moan as he entered me. I love being fucked doggie style, the angle is amazing. It hits the perfect spot. And his cock, well, was more than adequate. He pounded me over and over, fuck it felt good. I am getting wet just thinking about it. He stopped. He told me he was about to cum and didn’t want to just yet. I said, “good, because I don’t want this to end.” I told him to lay on his back, he did.

I straddled him, but I didn’t have his cock in me. I sat just above it and leaned down to kiss him. He reached for my breasts, and squeezed them. I let him. Of course I let him. I kissed him again, and again. My lips then moved down his neck, to his chest. He seemed to really like that! Our bodies grinded against each other as I gave his nipples a soft suck. He moaned a little, letting me know he liked it. I sucked harder, and gave a little bite. I traced my tongue lower down his body. He was hot. Hotter than my husband. I went lower. And lower.

My tongue found its way below his belly button, and now his hands were running through my hair. Lower still, until I found what I was looking for. I had already came twice, it was his turn. I moved my tongue in small circles around his head. It drove him wild. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his cock. I could taste a little of myself on him, “not bad,” I thought. One of my hands went up his body, to his chest, the other playing with his balls. He was very neatly groomed. Not clean shaven, but definitely taken care of. His cock went farther into my mouth. My lips around it, my head bobbed up and down. HIs hands were on the side of my head now, guiding me, as if I didn’t know what I were doing. I did. I went a little faster, and a little deeper. He began to throb. His hands moved my head faster. I decided to let him. If he wanted to fuck my face, go ahead! I could submit. I wanted to. He thrust himself farther into my mouth, his cock almost down my throat. I gagged a little, but not much. He raised my head up, and back down. Up and down like his personal fuck doll. I didn’t mind. Usually I would, but not now. I wanted this. He wanted me, and that felt good. He needed me. I heard him moan and I pushed my face farther down, taking his entire cock in my mouth and then I felt it.

He exploded. In my mouth. He let out a manly grown and held my head down. His cum was spewing into my mouth and down my throat. I’m a good girl and swallowed. Then, his body went limp and he lay back. I moved up beside him, and he held me. Neither of us said I word. I stayed the night–in his bed. The next morning I went back to my own room, took a shower, and got ready for my return trip. Fuck those yellow panties. Whatever he did to her wasn’t nearly as good as my last night. I got my revenge. What now? It gets better, I’m not done with that cheating fucker! Click here to see what happened next!

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