Turned On!

You feel your cock pulse in Claire's mouth as the news courses through your mind.

The memories of all the times he had rubbed his position in your face. Even after he found out about you and Claire fucking he had taken a perverse pleasure in having you clean up after them. Not to mention the times he would make some remark, some veiled little allusion to him being better in bed or more of a man than you and now you knew that he had been shooting blanks this whole time.

You buck your hips forward into Claire's mouth as you start to think about Angela. The thought of not only knocking up Claire but knocking up his own wife send an intense mix of emotions running through your body. You know you should feel bad about it, yet you can’t help but get a thrill at knowing you got one over him. For all the smug little slights and jabs you could look him in the eye and know that you had fucked a baby into his wife.

Without really thinking about it your hand slides around the back of Claire's head, gripping her hair as you buck your hips forward harder again.

“Fuck! You really are a filthy fucking slut!” You gasp as you start to take more and more control of the pace and Claire, to your surprise, lets you. “How much of this did you have planned out from the start?”

You don’t slow down as you start to truly fuck Claire's throat, your breath coming in time with each of your thrusts. The sound of your cock sliding wetly into her mouth filling the room as you race closer and closer to the edge.

Even as you watch her take your cock you can’t help but think about Angela, the memory of cumming inside her. The way she had looked at you and the thrill of it. Maybe she was walking around with a child already growing in her?

The thought of her kissing the Pastor, sitting across the table from him. Smiling and playing happy families whilst another man's child was growing in his wife.

Your orgasm hits yours like a freight train. Pulling Claire down onto your cock as you empty your balls down her throat. You grunt and gasp as the image of Angela, her belly swollen with your child, burns bright in your mind.

Eventually, you relax, letting Claire pull free of your cock. Both of you simply pants for a long time and you wonder if she is going to admonish you for getting so rough. After all, she had always been very much in control.

“Where was that guy before?” She asks you as she pulls herself upright, her eyes burning in a way you haven’t seen before. “I like him.”

You look at Claire, struck dumb, even as you feel like you have just gone through a change that you can’t come back from.