Close call

"Oh SHIT!" Bradley said, watching Ben pour the coffee, never taking his eyes off of the paper as I slid his cock deeper into my mouth as my hand started to pump his shaft. Ben sat back down, and turned to page 2. Bradley looked down at me like insane, but the sight of me looking up at him while sucking his dick gave him courage he never knew he had.

Its not that I enjoyed it, per se; but rather I rejoiced that I was helping my husband. I unselfishly sucked Bradley's cock deeper into my mouth as my husband's phone began to ring. I pulled my mouth off quickly and chuckled as Bradley dropped to a pushup stance on the floor just as Ben stood to walk back through the living room and into his office to answer it. I reached my hand out and stroked the tip of Bradley's penis, which was comically sticking out the side nearest me. Ben didn't even glance our way, assuming we were still just doing yoga.

"Hello? Yes, I have a few minutes; but I'll need to out of here by 9:00. Of course, Mr Speaker; I am taking this seriously, I just think you are overreacting by not allowing this information to be e-mailed. Fine, I'll get a pen. Excuse me, pencil." Ben walked back out of his office and grabbed his coffee as my delicate fingers caressed Bradley's shaft. He glanced over for a slightest moment at us, not really paying attention, and then walked back into his office and closed the door.

Bradley stood back up, and I immediately took his cock back into my mouth. He looked over my shoulder, chuckled a little bit, and said "That guy must have way, way too much on his mind."

"He'll be in there for a while." I said, stroking him as I talked. He looked down, and made a decision to go for broke. He pushed his trunks down and kicked them off to the side before hooking the bottom of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He leaned down and pulled my sports bra off before I quickly slid my yoga pants down my legs. He knelt down and pushed my legs forward, squatting behind my knees as he pressed his cock towards me. I craned my neck, and quickly gave him three long, wet, sloppy sucks to lubricate it.

Once wet again, he stepped back, pulling me up by the back of my arm, and violently tossing me onto the couch. I barely had time to spread my legs before he was on top of me. Sudden doubt filled my mind. The Bible may have been somewhat vague on exactly where oral sex was at on the scale of sin, but what I was about to do was certainly, textbook adultery; and the Lord God was very clear about the ole' Thall Shalt Not Commit Adultery" thing. I looked up at him, and started to protest.

To my shock, he grabbed me by the neck with one hand, squeezing slightly, and making a shushing motion with his other. I felt his wet cockhead slide up and down my exposed sex, mingling the saliva with my own sinful wetness. He looked into my eyes as I felt it press into my tight, pink hole. Bradley slowly pressed forward, filling me up with inch after inch of adulterous cock.

I couldn't believe how long it'd been. As Bradley started to slide his penis in and out of me, I realized it'd be months since Ben had so much as touched me. Feeling his pulsing member inside me caused my eyes to flutter as my hips gyrated involuntarily. He leaned down, taking my pale breasts in his hands and sucking my tender nipples; and not a moment too soon. Ben's door opened as he finally grabbed the breakfast from the side table. We were thankfully out of sight as the back of the couch hid us from view. "Alright. I'll read up and that and get back to you." he said on the phone before closing his door again.

Bradley sat up, driving his cock into me again and again. He leaned closer to me, and whispered "I've been wanting to do this for a long time, Sophie." I initially thought he was just talking about sex, but I felt his hands on my asscheeks. I tilted my head, curious as to what he was doing.

I didn't have to wait long to find out. "Staring at your ass for the last two years as you bend and stretch, watching it bounce as you jump rope..." he said, pulling his penis out of my dripping wet pussy and lining it up with my asshole. My mouth went wide when he started to push. Ben had never fucked me in the dirty hole, and I'd never volunteered or had any curiosity to try it. Why would I? It was painful and clearly not in God's plan for procreation. That meant for Bradley that he had to push hard before it finally started to spread. The pain was sudden, and too much. I barely managed not to scream as he tried to push it in further, but I was just too tight.

He reluctantly pulled out, realizing he just didn't have the time to wait for my body to adapt. Instead, he flipped me over so I was on my knees, and drove into fast and hard from behind. The sudden reemergence of his cock in my body caused my legs to quiver and toes to curl. There was no way he could know that this was my favorite position, or that I knew an orgasm was surely coming soon.

I felt my nipples rubbing against the couch, the sweat from his body dripping onto my back, and my velvet walls gripping his cock in waves of tension and wetness. The liquid slapping sounds of our shameful adultery resounding through the living room. My mouth fell open, and with a silent scream I came.

It was too much for him. He pulled me off the couch so I was kneeling before him. I looked up and watched his stroke his cock fast and hard, staring into my eyes. His face went red and I waited for his manly fluids obediently. His head snapped back, and with a muffled, strained grunt, erupted. He came in four quick, massive shots, his testicles draining themselves of his fertile juices and onto me. I felt it hit my face first, then arc down to my heaving breasts. The reality of what I had just done hit me like a truck.

There was no undoing this. I had committed myself to sin for my husband. Lord forgive me, but I must admit that I enjoyed it. I looked up at Bradley, and wiped a tear away from my eye. "You'll put in a good word for Ben, right?" I said. He looked down at my pale, cum covered body, and grinned.

"After this I'll put his name on a fuckin' billboard." he said, pulling his shorts back up as I wiggled back into my yoga pants. I used his towel to wipe the cum from my energized flesh, and slide the sports bra back on. He then leaned close and said "I know a lot of people in this town, and can do you and Ben plenty of favors. I would consider maybe you might want to do some "stretching" exercises for me.

He punctuated that will a slap on my ass just before he walked out the door. I sat on the couch, and turned on the TV. Ben opened his door and walked up behind me, leaning over to kiss my cheek, where not three minutes ago a load of another man's cum was. "Sorry, been sweating." I said. He smiled, seemingly happy with that answer.

"Good workout then?" he asked, taking the remote from me and turning it to C-Span before grabbing his car keys.

"Yeah. Yeah it was." I replied, wondering what else I would be doing as a dutiful wife.