Cheating at Our Overbooked BnB - 3

The after-party ran long, so it's well past dark by the time we arrive back at the rental. I flip on the lights without thinking.

"Oh!" Chloe cries out as my eyes settle on her curvy little body, sprawled across the leather couch in nothing but a white camisole and a pair of lacy panties.

"Shit." I snap them off again, but the image is burned in my mind. My dick is already taking notice. "Sorry about that."

"No, you guys are fine. I wasn't asleep yet." But her voice sounds a little drowsy, like maybe she was.

Ellen heads to the bathroom to wash up, and I grab the bottle of wine from the fridge, hoping it might ease the sting of sharing our rental with a woman I've already admitted I'm intensely attracted to.

I set the bottle and two glasses by the bed, then strip down to my briefs.

Ellen tiptoes back to the bedroom to join me in a lingerie set I've never seen before--a burgundy satin camisole with a plunging neckline. Her matching lacy shorts are high-cut at the sides, showing off her long, sleek legs. The fabric is so sheer, I can see the pink of her small nipples peeking through as she closes the door quietly behind her.

"Baby, you look good enough to eat."

She does a little twirl for me. "Thank you."

"Mmm." I tip my chin up. "Come here."

She spots the wine bottle. "What's this?" She plucks it from the side table, turning it in her hand to read the label. "Is this... guilty wine?"

I laugh, then shush her with a finger over my lips--tipping my head toward our sleeping guest in the living room. "Maybe."

I pour us each a glass, and she shakes her head, smiling as she settles beside me on the bed.

"So you do feel guilty"--she's speaking in hushed tones now--"after unilaterally deciding to share our rental with your new crush?"

"A little." I shoot her a teasing wink.

"Uh-huh." She holds my gaze steady for a moment.

I lean back into the pillows, reaching to trail my fingers over the soft satin beneath her breasts. "Baby. One of these days, you're gonna come to understand that I only do these things because it gets you hot."

"No way, I won't." But she's still smiling. "Because it's not true."

I drag my fingertips down, sliding my palm between her thighs so I can feel the warmth at her center.

She makes a soft, pleased sound as she spreads her knees for me.

Teasing under the edge of her panties, I find the dampness in her neatly-trimmed strip of hair there. "Then why are you already so wet?"

Her breath catches, her mouth falling open a little. "I can't help how my body responds."

"No, you can't. Can you?" I set my glass down, and she follows suit. Then I climb over her, kissing down her neck. "I love the way your chest gets all pink and blotchy when your spidey senses are tingling."

I drag the crotch of her panties to one side, sliding my thumb between her slick folds. "Your nipples get firm." I catch one gently between my teeth, feeling it harden beneath the sheer fabric. "When you catch me admiring another woman, your eyes go soft... Your eyelids get heavy."

Her breath quickens.

"You can't get enough of it."

"All right. Yes, it gets me hot," she pants. "It gets me so hot."

"That's right, it does." When I press my thumb into the wet heat at her entrance--sliding deep inside her cunt--her jaw drops open.

But that's when we hear it.

A tiny sound coming from the living room.

Ellen freezes, listening carefully as I slide my thumb slowly inside her, enjoying the slick sensation.

A soft moan drifts through the walls. So quiet, it's almost inaudible. But then it's followed by a sweet, whimpering sound.

Those aren't the sounds of someone sleeping. They're sexual sounds.

Chloe's touching herself.

My mind flashes with the thought of her delicate fingers swirling over her clit--her wet, swollen pussy aching with need.

In an instant, I'm rock hard.

Chloe moans again--louder this time--and I feel that buzz of electricity shoot through me.

"God. Listen to her," Ellen whispers.

I slide my thumb a little deeper, feeling her walls squeeze around me. "I'm listening."

She scowls in fun, and we listen as her sounds grow a little louder.

But with each whimper and soft gasp, the images in my mind grow more depraved.

It's not her fingers sliding inside her swollen pussy--it's my stiff cock. I'm stretching her wide open--pounding her so hard. Giving her every inch.

I'm so hard, my balls are aching.

"Hey, now... What's this?" Ellen shoots me a naughty grin as her palm slides over my length through my briefs.

Chloe whimpers, and my dick twitches in response under Ellen's touch.

"Is she the one getting you this hard?" My wife whispers. "You like listening to her make herself come in the next room?"

"Fuck, yes." I shove my briefs down until my hard cock springs out.

Ellen drags them down and off before crawling between my legs. Then I watch as she wraps her fingers around my cock, stroking gently.

"What if I said you could have her?" she whispers.

I chuckle, but her eyes are serious as her hand slides along my shaft.

"Would you do it?" she asks.

"Baby..."

She bends to lick my shaft, and I gasp.

"Say it," she begs.

"Yes," I hear myself admit, then I stifle a groan as her lips wrap around my blunt tip--her wet mouth sliding down over my shaft before she pops off once more.

"Are you thinking about being inside her right now?" Her eyes lock on mine as she kisses my dick.

"Yes."

She smiles, taking me fully in her mouth again and bobbing a little.

"Oh, baby." I wrap my fist into her hair--pressing her down until I feel the softness of the back of her throat at my tip. "Fuck, yes." I ease off a little, letting her catch her breath. "Fuck, that feels good."

But as she slides down my cock once more, I hear Chloe's moans becoming groans--her pitch climbing. And when I close my eyes, I see her generous curves. Those thick thighs are on either side of me as she bounces on my cock. Her perfect tits sway before my eyes as I fuck up into her tight, wet pussy.

My balls press up as I spear her.

But Ellen moans around my cock, snapping me back to reality. I know she hates the thought of a guy coming in her mouth.

"Careful, baby," I try to warn, but she only adds suction. "Babe, I'm gonna come in your mouth if you don't stop."

Ellen bobs a little faster, and in the next room, Chloe's sounds grow frantic.

"Fuck," I hiss, closing my eyes and bucking my hips a little.

In my mind, I see Chloe's expression change--her full lips forming an 'O' as her climax approaches.

I fuck up into her as the tension coils tight at the base of my shaft. But when I finally hear that broken cry as her orgasm strikes, I can't hold back. I spill myself into her--ecstasy crashing through my body as I flood her pussy full of my cum--my cock twitching with every thick spurt until I've given her every last drop.

But I open my eyes to find Ellen between my knees, her hips writhing with her own excitement. Her throat closes around my tip as she swallows my cum, then her whole body shudders with pleasure--her eyes rolling up into the back of her head.

"Jesus." My breathing is still ragged when she finally lets my spent cock slip from her lips. "Baby." I caress her cheek in my palm.

Her pupils are blown from her orgasm--a string of moisture stretching from my cock to her lips. She grins as she moves up to join me.

"Holy fuck." I smooth my thumb over her chin, wiping away a drip of errant cum that's dribbling down her chin. "That's my girl."

She snuggles with me, twining her arms and legs around mine. "You know," she whispers, "sometimes I worry you know me a little too well."

"See?" I press a kiss to the top of her head. "I told you we were gonna have a good time tonight."

She grins against my chest.

But as I reach to turn off the lamp, I feel the guilt churning in my gut. Low and smothering.

Ellen fucking swallowed for me, and all the while--when I was coming inside her mouth--I was dreaming of another woman.

There was a moment when I wasn't even here in this bedroom, if I'm being honest.

No. I was one room over. Fucking Chloe on that black leather couch.

Even now, as I graze my fingers down Ellen's spine to the small of her back, I'm still dreaming about Chloe's round hips.

Her impossibly creamy thighs.

What they would feel like underneath me.

In my mind, I'm already wandering back to that living room. Dreaming up all the filthy things I would do.

If I could.