He Doesn't Have To

Roe smiled devilishly as she deep throated Aaron’s now 10” cock, she gazed up looking for his willing surrender to participating in the path to damnation Roe was paving for him.

As Aaron braced himself groaning in pleasurable torment unable to cum into the throat of the head sheathing his cock. His thoughts were displaced by the warm moist sensation around his cock, and his desire to feel his engorged cock fully pleasured.

As Roe slid up his shaft, tongue and teeth teasing across the cock emerging from her mouth she giggled as a light knock heralded from the door. Aaron seemed oblivious to it as he panted heavily staring with depravity at the short red haired vixen who had been enjoying his cock.

“HONEY. IS EVERYTHING OKAY? REMEMBER WE HAVE TO BE AT THE RESTAURANT IN 30.” The shouting dulled against the white noise of the shower, the showers occupants noises having obviously escaped the ears of the woman in the next room.

“You're wife is calling for you.” Roe teased rolling her tongue across Aaron's cock head. “I know you want to plunge this into her cunt for me.” She added before deepthroating him again, staring up at him with her glowing violet eyes she gurgled slightly as Aaron thrust into her mouth as she descended his cock.

Coming off his now 12” cock Roe stood up guiding him with the hand on his cock. Aaron was just being obedient, his mind was a haze of unresistant arousal. The only thinking keeping him from going wild with lust on Roe the remnant of his loyalty and belief in his wedding vows.

He had made up his mind, he hadn't cheated. He was just there, this slut was using him. He was thinking about his wife the whole time, he doesn't even know how she got in here. Maybe his wife let her in?

“Go make it up to your honey pot.” Roe whispered in his ear, opening the door and stepping behind Aaron, she eagerly awaited seeing the full extent of her influence to get this guy to fuck his wife and more for her.

Dinner. She had been looking forward to this restaurant for weeks. He had to get ready for dinner. Aaron had to hurry. That would make it up to her, it would be as if the woman in the shower hadn't happened.

Grabbing a towel he started to dry his short dark hair as he walked out into the room, staring down at his mammoth cock. He didn't remember ever seeing it so big, Aaron's train of thoughts dissipated, the towel falling to the floor. Aaron thought about how nice and rigid his cock felt in his hand as he stroked it. It ached for more, his mind thought increasingly about how nice that woman sucking it felt, and how much nicer it would feel to…

“Honey, hurry… What the HELL!” Jessica covered her mouth as she turned from finishing her make up to see her husband standing there stroking the largest dick she had ever imagined. Suppressed sexual urges and ideas tried to surface in her mind, a lingering brew of thoughts resulting from the Idol's corruption of the hotel around her.

Aaron stared as Jessica, the stroking of his cock shifting from exploratory to intentional as he stepped towards Jessica. Her dirty blonde hair appearing almost as if a light brown with a blonde streaked surface. Her b cup breasts arched nicely beneath the cover of the sleeveless slim black dress that contoured down her body to just above her knees. She stood only to Aaron's shoulders

As Jessica was stuck staring at Aaron's cock, part wondering if something was wrong, hoping everything was right, and imagining it spraying cum. She witnessed his hand firmly stroking it, all as he stepped closer, and closer.

“Aaron…” Jessica uttered with slight concern as Aaron seemed less himself and more a machine or creature locked on a singular purpose.

Looking deep into his wife's eyes his mind went deep thinking of hardcore pornographic things to do with her. From pulling her by her straight hair to her knees, and then skull fucking her if she didn’t start lavishing his cock with affections, bending her over on the bed ripping the clothes concealing her body free as her rammed into her ass, jacking himself off all over her and her black dress, to even heaving her up against a wall and fucking her there aggressively.

“Well, are you going to fuck your bitch or not?” Jessica looked past Aaron with surprise and jealousy, a thousand questions flooding her mind as she most of all wondered who this naked woman was, where did she come from, and how her husband knew them. “If not, I'll gladly show her how not to be a prude.”

Aaron looked down at his wife in deep corrupted thought. He was trying to imagine her as a whore, wondering if she could be slutty enough for his needs, her wardrobe wasn't skanky enough. Her make-up was too conservative, could he make her better?

Looking over his shoulders he gazed at the pale skinned punky girl. Her metallic red hair contrasting with her black nipples against her almost featureless white. Her eyes seemed to almost glow violet even from ten feet away. Her D cup breast full, and sagging perfectly on her slender curvy body, as she stood there fully exposed, with a confidence that felt like it owned the room.