My Slut Wife an Erotic Story Part 2 of 3

He pressed against her, twirling his finger over the smooth curve of her dress. “Then fuck me now, let me touch you, taste you, fill you.”

“No. It can’t happen. I don’t want it to happen.”

“Then why did you send me an invitation?”

Michelle turned her head away. She bit her lip. Pete began stroking her hair with his right hand, and caressing her breast with his left. He pressed his right leg in between hers.

“You want me, don’t you?” Pete said smiling. “It’s ok. It’s Ok..” he cooed. “You want me…”

Michelle turned her head back to face him. Tears were streaming down her eyes. She nodded.

“You never forgot me, did you?”

She shook her head.

“Fuck me.”

She nodded.

Pete leaned her against the desk, then went to his knees. His hands found their way under the wedding dress, and worked up her legs. Michelle tilted her head back, her eyes till streaming. Pete lifted the dress over her head, and began kissing the garter. He slid his tongue underneath and around it. He clenched it with his teeth, pulling it upward. He moved it up her thigh, pausing to kiss the soft flesh. Michele began to moan softly, she wiped away her tears, and placed her arms on Pete’s shoulders. Pete used his hand to slid the garter the rest of the way. As it reached its apex, he pulled out from her dress. His hand moved over, and began rubbing her cunt.

His other free hand pulled the dress up. Michele leaned back onto the desk, her dress now above her waist. Her panties were now visible, as was Pete’s hand pressing into the indentation of her cunt. The panties were simply a piece of white, shimmering silk connected by thin silky strands that tied at her hips.

“Uhhhh.” Michele moaned as his fingers pressed her clit through the silk. “UHHH!” he pressed harder. He then reached behind her, seeking the zipper of her dress. Michelle leaned forward, pressing her breasts into him. She sought a kiss, but his head went past her. She sucked on his ear instead. Pete found the zipper, and pulled it down. Michelle pulled back, and wiggled her arms from the sleeves as Pete pulled the fabric down. Here breasts bared themselves in one glorious movement. Her dress was now completely around her waist, her tits still jiggling from the motion, her cunt-soaked panties and length of her legs still visible. Pete took what her could of her breasts into his hands. They seemed even larger in the nude. He watched the shape change as he kneaded them. He massaged them, caressed them, and sucked them as Michele’s eyes still wept. Her cries were mixed with moans. Pete pinched and nibbled her erect nipples as he slightly humped her.

“Do it. Do it!” She breathed.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, just do it!”

Pete stepped back, and dropped his pants. As preparation, he wore no underwear. “Oh God!” Michelle noticed his roughly 9 inch cock. Pete pressed his cock against her panties, against the indentation of her cunt.

“Do it!” She cried again. Her tears were stronger now.

Pete smiled. “No. Undo your panties.”

“What? No. Just do it!” she wailed. Somehow, if HE fucked her, it wouldn’t be as bad.

“Undo your panties.”

She hesitated, and again bit her lip. Pete pressed his cock harder. Michele flat out started balling. The tears poured down her face as she debated the situation. Once last chance to stop. One last chance to honor her husband and their marriage. One last chance to fuck Pete.

She wept as her hands went to her waist, and untied the straps. She lifted the silk from her cunt, and let it drop to the floor. Pete pressed his cock against her bare opening.

“Do it!” She cried.

Pete took her hand, and placed it on his penis. “You do it.”

“Oh God!” She closed her eyes. The tears still crept out as Pete grinned broadly. She couldn’t fight. No more resistence could enter her mind. She moved her hand to the base of his cock, and at once tugged it down and moved her hips upward.

“Ohh yeah!” Pete breathed. “Again”

Michelle repeated the procedure. “Ohhh!” replaced her cry.

Pete took over, and began pounding her cunt ferociously. They moaned loudly together as he , still dressed in his tux minus the pants, rammed his cock into her still wedding-clothed body. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. He held her at the waist, and drove his penis into her with force and speed.

The door opened.

Both of them looked towards the opening. A little boy stood in the doorway.

“Oh No! Oh no! Stop! Stop Pete!”

“No way!” Pete’s body continued to pulse into her. “I’m fucking you. I’m FUCKING you!” His penis continued to slide in and out of her, glistening with her juice.

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