Barbara

I instinctively turned when I heard the door open, not even realising that my engorged cock was still hanging out to greet the newcomer. Barbara stood there for a moment, shock across her face before reality hit her and she turned away.

"Shit, sorry Ben, I should have knocked, I..." slowly, as if in a trance, she turned back around, her eyes lowered towards my cock. I expected she would be shocked or maybe even repulsed by swollen, drooling cock but her face took me by surprise.

She was utterly fixated on it, her expression one of hunger.

I couldn't really explain my thought process then. I should have asked her to leave, tried to make some excuse and hope that she wouldn't think of me as some freakish pervert. But the throbbing in my dick was overwhelming and most of my rational brain was on the back burner. I was a man possessed. The animal part of me wanted to get off, or rather...it wanted to fuck.

"Come here," I said, half aware of what I was saying but my tone brooking no argument , "get on your knees."

There was a moment of hesitation. Of course there was. She was a married woman, and a lesbian one at that. But for whatever reason, my drooling cock and the wafting scent of my precum seemed to overtake her sanity and Barbara did as I told her. Christ, she looked so good on knees, gazing up at me with an expression of adoration.

"It's..."she struggled to form words, her mouth watering, "...beautiful."

I took my new cock and held it until it was inches away from her face. Her eyes never left mine, and then, unbidden, she brought her lips to the tip of my manhood and kissed it.

Fuck, I felt a shiver in my spine from just that light touch.

But then she grabbed my cock with both hands and plunged into her willing mouth, sucking, nibbling and licking it, her tongue bathing every inch of it. Bliss, pure and utter bliss. I was lost to the pleasure of it as her head began to bob up and down, taking more and more of my cock into her wet and warm throat, moaning into the cockflesh as my hands began to guide her actions.

This was a woman who had spent half her life mostly as a vagetarian, yet here she was, devouring my meat like a champ. There was nothing mechanical here either, what Barbara was doing to my cock was an act of passion on her part.

Eventually the pleasure grew too much and I felt my release near. Barbara had her mouth utterly latched around my pulsating cockhead right as rope after rope after rope of thick seed was released. Whatever had happened to me had increased my cum load as well, as this shuddering orgasm lasted far longer than any other I had known. And all the while the woman continued to suck on my cumming cock, making sure to twist her tongue around my throbbing member as much as she could.

The bathroom echoed a loud, hungry moan as Barbara drank up everything she could, her own body shaking with orgasm as my thick, syrupy cum hit the back of her throat and went down into her stomach.

Eventually I stumbled back, my softening cock shrinking to a smaller but still considerable size. I was breathing hard, my body covered in a thin layer of sweat. Barbara had a curious look on her face as she sat on the tiled floor, she seemed incredibly conflicted by what had just happened.

With that came the most horrific post-nut clarity I have ever felt. What the fuck had I just done?

I had facefucked a woman I had only known for an hour, in my house, with my wife in the other room, with my children asleep in their beds. I had cheated on my wife. A woman whom I did genuinely love and whom I knew with absolute certainty loved me back . There was a wave of shame and guilt that crashed over me then, horrible and oppressive. How could I fucking do this to my family?

"....Ben?," Barbara slowly got to her feet, a troubled look plastered on her face along with remnants of my cum. "I...I don't know what came over me and what we..." she looked ready to cry, even as she licked at the cum sitting in the corner of her mouth, "oh, Jesus Christ...what I have done to Judi?"

The tears did come then, her whole body shuddering with the effort. Instinctively I took her in my arms, holding her close and softly stroking a her hair. I'll admit, I took some solace in the fact that I wasn't the only guilty party here.

"I...I've not done anything like this before," she said into my chest, "I'm not some cheating slut...I love my wife," she began speaking faster, ranting a little, " I really do love her, and I haven't been with a man since I married her. Even if your cock is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen...I love my wife Ben."

Ok, this was a little strange and she was clearly in shock so I took control of the situation. I took her face in my hands and made her look up at me. "Barbara, I absolutely believe you love your wife, just like I love mine," I maintained eye contact and spoke firmly, "so that's why we can't tell either of them about this. Do you understand? It would only hurt them to know."

Barbara nodded fervently. "I don't want to hurt them. I don't ..."

"Good, so that's why we're going to pretend like nothing happened, ok?" I put more force in my words. "Nothing. Happened."

"Nothing happened."

With that agreed we slowly got ourselves cleaned up and I left the bathroom first. Rejoining the party and making conversation was oddly easy, and after having gotten off my head felt clear, my heart rate was steady. I felt...great. Even the nagging sense of guilt had shrunken to a tiny voice in the back of my self-conscious.

Barbara joined us five minutes later, clinging to her wife's side for the rest of the night. Despite that, I felt her gaze shifting over to me occasionally and perhaps I was imagining it, thought I saw a little yearning in her expression.

Eventually the night came to an end and everyone shuffled home leaving me and Jess to clean up and hit the sack. I felt a pang of guilt as I watched her hum happily to herself as she got ready for bed. My guilt only grew as she snuggled up next to me, holding me close. I really was a piece of shit for betraying this beautiful, kind woman.

...So why did I want it to happen again?