The Thrill of Cheating
Copyright© 2007 by Flash of Stocking
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Why does a wife cheat? Maybe because it makes sex better?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Cheating Slut Wife Pregnancy Voyeurism Size Leg Fetish
Jen nervously looked around, and then quickly stepped into the store. She didn't want to be seen by anyone she knew. She shyly looked around at the offerings, and then saw what she wanted. She walked towards the rear of the sex store and looked at all the different dildos on sale.
She needed to find a solution to her situation. She wanted to be faithful to Mike. She was beginning to hate David. He was being a real jerk and treated her like she was his sex toy. She probably deserved it, but she was determined to never see him again.
But her body ached. Mike was wonderful, but he just couldn't give her what she needed sexually. It wasn't just his size. He wasn't a good lover, and Jen was resigned that he never would be.
She needed satisfaction, to be roughly fucked by a big cock. She decided to get a dildo. She had never had one, but at this point she was open to anything.
Jen quickly found two she liked. They were both thick, and long. But one was white, and the other black. She had never been with a black man, but she knew the rumors.
"I recommend the black one," said a voice behind her. Jen was startled and almost jumped out of her flats. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Jen looked around and saw an older white man. It was the salesman she had seen behind the counter when she had entered the store. He was overweight and had greasy hair, and his face was scarred by acne.
"Uh — why the black one?" Jen asked.
"Well, white girls — especially blondes like you — seem to be really into that. Y'know, black on blonde?"
Jen couldn't believe the nerve of this man. She felt like slugging him.
"And black guys are supposed to have a lot in that department," the man continued, gesturing at the large black dildo. "Of course, I'm not bad myself."
Oh my god, is this fat old man hitting on me? Before Jen could reply, the man said, "Y'know, we just got in some new movies. Good ones. I could put one on, if you want to sample it."
"Uh, no, that's okay. I have to go. I'll just buy this." Jen reached for her purse, but then quickly realized that in her nervousness she had left it in her car. "Oh, damn, I don't have my purse."
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