She lied.

Daisy tucked back her curly blond hair and smiled at him. She knew what he was suspecting, and she knew he was right, but she had a lot of leverage against him. William had cheated because of a misguided sense of betrayal and hurt, one which she still seethed to think about. Daisy, however, was cheating because Dylan was a better man. He was younger, larger where it counted, and he could give her something William never could—orgasms. In fact, he had already given her some, and a few of them were from him fucking her throat.

“Just going for a drive,” she said, and though she had intended to remain calm, she ended up applying pressure anyway. “Why, William, is something wrong?” She arched her eyebrows in a way to tell him that this is dangerous territory.

Fear and excitement mingled inside of her. William, though not a particularly large man, was strong from years of construction and military service. In the past, he had been abusive toward her, though the sin of infidelity and intervention by his father had softened him considerably. The adrenaline was still there inside of her, though, and a part of her wanted to punish her husband by letting her see what Dylan could do to her. In the past, when she first started dating William, she used to imagine her ex fucking her in his place to help her feel good. With Dylan, she didn’t need to imagine anything anymore.

William frowned at her but stayed quiet. He didn’t like how she was behaving, but he didn’t have anything appropriate to say as a response. There was no evidence to support his claims other than her strange dress and behavior, and the only one between them who had a history of infidelity or domestic violence was him. He had done wrong, and they both knew it. “You’re just,” he paused to rub his neck and look away, “You’re showing a lot of skin is all.”

Daisy smiled, enjoying how he squirmed. “It’s hot out, William!” She said it not just with conviction but with disappointment and anger. It wasn’t meant to hurt him, necessarily, but to make him feel silly for questioning her.

William’s doubt lingered on his face as he stared at her. Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed, his shoulders sagging. “I…I guess that is fine.”

Daisy smiled. “It will have to be, won’t it?”

She left with her nipples stiff, the thrill of almost being caught only working to increase her arousal as she rushed to her SUV. She drove quickly, taking the dirt roads a bit too fast on her way to see Dylan. The ride seemed to last longer than usual as her excitement grew, and when she arrived at the grocery store, she was frustrated to have trouble finding him. Her heart hammered as she made circles in the parking lot, and she stopped only as he pulled in. Once he was parked, she pulled up next to him.

They met outside of their cars, and Dylan looked her over with a smile. He seemed at ease with himself, a cocky grin on his face as he stared at her. “You look good.”

Daisy smiled back at him. “You, too,” she said, and she found that she halfway meant it. Dylan was tall and lean, almost skinny, a direct opposite of her short and heavy husband. He had lightly muscled shoulders and a plain face, not handsome but not disfigured. His eleven-inch dick, however, helped to paint him in a positive light.

He stared her in the cleavage before going to her car. Daisy returned to the driver’s seat, fastening her seatbelt and putting the strap between her breasts. She adjusted her blouse to keep his interest. “So, where to,” she asked.

Dylan, grinning, adjusted himself, too. “Same place as yesterday,” he said. “Maybe we can get out and fuck standing up this time?”

Daisy’s cheeks warmed like a teenager at the thought of him drilling her from behind. She backed out of her parking space and then sped out of the parking lot. They drove along the dirt road, throwing rocks and dust in their wake. Dylan whipped his dick out as soon as they left town and took to stroking himself. He was hard by the time that they parked, and he had intentions for her already.

Daisy noted that Dylan began their trysts with his dick out and wondered if it was somehow a method of compensation. He was a skinny lad, farm-tanned by not farm-bred like the others in their community. Though he seemed proud, he also seemed to use his dick as a leverage, a way of seizing control of it. It never failed to hold her interest, but she wondered if there was insecurity hidden behind that, insecurity she could somehow leverage in return. Staring at his dick, though, she had trouble formulating much of a plan.

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