Miscommunication
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Chapter 10: An Aftertaste of Betrayal
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10: An Aftertaste of Betrayal - A lonely wife (34) fends off boredom as her absent husband pulls late shifts, then a friend's invite to a bar stirs a dangerous hunger she's denied for years.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Pregnancy AI Generated
The left man’s tongue was relentless, lapping at her clit in broad, wet strokes that made her hips buck against his mouth.
The right man’s cock filled her throat, thick and insistent, and she gagged around him, saliva spilling down her chin as she fought to breathe through her nose.
She was drowning in sensation.
The left man pulled his mouth away, and she felt the cool air hit her soaked cunt for just a second before something else pressed against her opening. Thicker than his tongue. The blunt head of his cock nudged her entrance, and she whimpered around the shaft in her mouth.
He pushed inside her in one slow, deliberate thrust.
Sarah’s eyes rolled back. The stretch was exquisite, burning, her walls clenching around him as he seated himself to the hilt.
He was long, reaching deeper than she expected, and she moaned, the vibration of it muffled by the cock in her throat.
“Fuck,” the right man grunted, his hips stuttering. “She’s gonna make me come if she keeps doing that.”
The left man didn’t speak. He just started moving, his cock sliding out of her slick cunt before driving back in with a wet, obscene squelch. His pace was steady, relentless, each thrust punching a gasp out of her that she couldn’t release.
Her body was no longer hers.
The left man fucked her cunt with a mechanic’s precision, his hips slapping against the wall, the sound echoing in the narrow booth. Her thighs trembled, her muscles quivering as she tried to hold herself open, tried to take everything they gave her.
The right man’s hands found her hair, tangling in the damp strands, and he pulled her deeper onto his cock, forcing himself past her gag reflex.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. She didn’t care. She was nothing but a hole. Two holes. A wet, greedy cunt and an open, willing throat.
They used her like she was made for this, like her body had been designed to be filled from both ends.
The right man’s pace quickened. His breathing turned ragged, his hips slamming against the wall as he fucked her face with desperate, hungry thrusts.
“Swallow it,” he growled. “Fucking swallow it.”
She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t do anything but take him, her throat convulsing around his shaft as he buried himself deep and held. His cock pulsed, and she tasted the first hot burst of his release, thick and bitter, flooding her tongue. She swallowed instinctively, and he groaned, a low, broken sound, as he emptied himself down her throat.
He pulled out, gasping, and a thin string of saliva and cum connected his cock to her lips. She licked it away, tasting him.
The left man didn’t stop.
He was fucking her harder now, his rhythm breaking apart into something wilder, more desperate. His hands gripped her hips through the hole, pulling her onto him with each thrust, and she could feel the pressure building in her own body, a coiling heat that made her toes curl.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, her voice raw and hoarse. “Please, I’m gonna”
He drove into her one last time, burying himself as deep as he could, and she felt his cock twitch inside her. Felt the hot flood of his release, spurt after spurt, filling her cunt until it overflowed, trickling down her thighs in thick warm rivulets.
Her own orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her body convulsed, her inner walls clamping down on his cock, milking him as she came with a broken, keening cry. Her vision blurred, her limbs went weak, and she collapsed forward, her forehead pressing against the cool wall, her breath coming in ragged, shuddering gasps.
The left man pulled out slowly. She felt the emptiness immediately, a hollow ache that throbbed in time with her heartbeat.
The covers slid back into place on both sides. Footsteps retreated. The doors clicked shut.
Sarah stayed where she was, naked from the waist down, her cunt dripping with cum, her throat raw and burning. She didn’t move for a long time. She didn’t know how long she knelt there, floating in that warm, hazy aftermath. The hum of the club’s distant bass was a dull pulse, the only anchor to reality.
Then, both doors clicked open.
Her heart lurched. Two sets of footsteps, one on each side. The fabric of the booth shifted, and through the holes, two cocks appeared, one on the left, already slick with pre-cum, the other on the right, glistening and waiting.
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