Does it really count as cheating?

I was visiting Abby’s house late one night. We were snuggled up on the couch when her husband, Mike, walked in the front door, home a bit early. We didn’t disentangle ourselves when he settled down on the armchair. Abby was in her bra, having taken her shirt off, and she didn’t bother to put it back on.

We were making out on the couch, melting into each other’s arms, both of us too lazy to flee up the wooden stairs to her bedroom. Of course, she and I weren’t in the practice of fucking in front of either of our husbands — there was an understanding, a trust that had built up between the two men. That’s why my husband wasn’t there, because he trusted me to be there alone. But the rest of Abby’s clothes fell to the floor one by one, and pretty soon she was nude on the couch, arching her back under the dim lamplight as I buried my face between her thin, porcelain legs. We were all stoned. Mike didn’t get up from his armchair, massaging his growing bulge. A pretty big bulge, I noticed.

Abby started peeling off my clothes, and I was too horny to object. We were all so uninhibited in that moment, so free; no self-consciousness from being completely naked in the middle of the living room, moaning with pleasure as Abby and I lustfully kissed and groped each other’s bodies. Her husband watched us quietly and we welcomed the audience, happy to be pleasing him by pleasuring one another. His belt unbuckled, and he began stroking his surprisingly impressive cock while he watched the two of us nude girls roll around on his couch. Abby’s flat chest glistened in the low light, and I easily brought my lover to orgasm again and again with my tongue. I knew Mike couldn’t make her cum. I shot a coy smile over my shoulder. He was still sitting there, stroking himself. Damn, that cock was big. So much bigger than I expected, bigger than Abby made it sound. Definitely bigger than my husband.

Abby suddenly grabbed my face and turned it towards hers.

“Oo, jealous…” I teased, kissing her gently on the lips.

“Yeah,” she whispered, returning my soft kiss. “You’re all mine, beautiful. No man is allowed to touch you tonight.”

She plunged her tongue deep into my mouth, and I welcomed her into me as wave after wave of warm pleasure shivered up my spine. I glanced down. She was fingering me, too. Mmm, she was good with her hands. The air felt like it was electrified. I looked back over my shoulder at Mike, who was stroking faster now. He can look, but he can’t touch. At least he was respecting that boundary.

I stared at his balls, hanging like a bull’s, tempting me… Okay, I would not suck on those big, juicy balls, no matter how much I wanted to. I wouldn’t let him penetrate me with his strong, thick cock…which looked like it was the size of my wrist…that could fill me up effortlessly, stretching my pussy to its limit… I would not allow Mike to pin my legs back and breed me, filling my fertile, wet pussy with his massive load of cum until it dripped out of me, all in front of his wife…

Abby grabbed my jaw and whipped my face back towards her again, delivering a hard slap against my flushed cheek. I was momentarily stunned, not having expected her to become aggressively dominant so suddenly. As she grabbed my throat with one hand, furiously fucking my pussy with the other, the realization flashed across my mind that she actually was jealous of me — she didn’t want me lusting over Mike at all. Why didn’t she kick him out of the room the minute our clothes started hitting the floor, anyway? That’s what we’d done a million times before. The husbands were never allowed in the room. Maybe it was all a test devised by Abby. She’d used Mike, her unwitting collaborator, who was predictably thinking with his dick. Judging by how hard she was **** me, it seems I’d failed the test miserably.

She fucked my pussy harder, eliciting a silent, breathless cry from me, her hand dripping as she mercilessly ravaged me.

“Yeah, you like cock? Hm? You want a big fat cock for your stupid holes, bitch? That’s what you really want, you fucking whore. Cock-hungry slut.” She slapped me again and I gasped for air, her iron grip loosened on my throat just long enough for her to deliver the blow. She slapped me again even harder and my hair flew around my face. I was still catching my breath when she started **** me again, this time with both hands.

I really couldn’t breathe. I looked up at her pleadingly, **** for air. She was incensed. I saw nothing but ruby-red anger burning behind her dark eyes, clenched jaw and her faintly quivering pink lips… She was so pretty… She finally let go and I gasped, sucking in deep breaths. My head was spinning.

Abby drove me to my knees and shoved my head against the floor, commanding me to keep my ass perked up in the air. I obeyed and she rose to her feet, examining me like a cruel drill sergeant conducting an inspection. She grabbed my ass and played with it, caressing me for a few seconds before slamming her open palm down hard on my ass with a loud smack. I knew there was a pink handprint forming on my butt as the stinging coursed across my skin. She spanked me again, and again, and again. Smack. Smack. Smack, smack, smack smack smack. I cried out in pain and my eyes watered. Rage took over and she spanked me harder and harder, finally closing her fist and punching me on my side, in my ribs, on my back. She brought both of her fists down on me like she was throwing a tantrum. My crying had escalated to nearly sobbing as I begged for mercy.

“You deserve to be ****, slut,” she said coldly. I pressed my face down into my arms, tears flooding my eyes, ass still perked high in the air, fearful of the punishment she’d exact if I faltered. She had never been cruel to me before. Dominant, yes. Rough, even. But never cruel.

Abby took four long strides across the room to Mike, still sitting in his armchair, hard as a diamond from watching his wife dominate me so violently. He likes it rough, I thought to myself. Abby led Mike by the hand to the couch where she and I had been having sex. I straightened myself up, still catching my breath between coughs. I was lightheaded, kneeling before the couch. Mike sat down, his big dick only a few feet from me. It looked even better up close. Abby climbed on his lap, spreading her legs seductively as he inched the tip of his dick inside my girlfriend.

“This is so fucking hot,” I whispered under my breath. I wanted to see him cum. I wanted to make him cum. No, no…I wouldn’t have anything to do with making him cum. I needed to keep my conscience clear, and somehow that bargain with myself made perfect sense in the moment. Fucked stupid and beaten senseless, I’m surprised I could summon the slightest impulse control. I wanted that dick in my mouth. Abby was still mounting her man's girthy cock, her petite frame looking frail next to his impressive manhood. Mike was tall and skinny, not an imposing figure at all. But that juicy cock…oh my god…where did he hide it all?? I’d never even noticed him get hard before, and looking at it now, you’d think you’d be able to see his penis from space. His big, heavy balls were still tempting me, ready to be drained, needing to be sucked, **** for release…

Suddenly, Abby slid herself down, enveloping Mike’s thick, throbbing dick, her pink pussy lips stretched tautly around it. She sank down lower and lower on his shaft, finally sliding all the way down to his balls. He had completely disappeared inside her. Her lips parted in a moan as the sensation overwhelmed her body. My mouth hung open, honestly impressed that she could fit him — all of him — inside her. Smirking, she glanced down at me, gloating with the fact that her husband was hung, she got to have his yummy cock and I didn’t, and most importantly, that only she could handle him. She didn’t think I could take his horsecock. I wanted to prove her wrong right then and there, but we both knew I couldn’t.

I wanted to suck on his balls so badly I almost whimpered. I wanted to bury my face in his ballsack, Abby’s pink asshole pressed against me as I licked his shaft again and again, just catching the edge of her holes with my tongue as she bounced up and down. Instead, I sat still with my pussy dripping, kneeling before them.

I wanted to submissively lick her asshole while she rode him, to bury my face in her ass and press her cheeks together against my face. I wanted to pleasure her, to be her servant, her ****, her concubine. I would do anything she told me to do. I rubbed my clit and moaned. I was so fucking wet.

It was too much to bear. I grabbed her ass with both hands, hungrily licking her asshole. I buried my face in her ass, cautiously avoiding Mike’s delicious cock and balls. Abby reached behind her with one hand and pressed me in her petite ass, smothering me.

Suddenly, she yanked my hair, pulling me away.

“Did you touch him?”

“N-no, mistress, I don’t think so.”

“Bad girl. Kneel. No touching.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I remained kneeling on the floor, inches away from Mike’s juicy cock and balls, touching myself, drifting deeper and deeper into my daydream of total submission to Abby, my mistress, my sex queen.

I would be so obedient to you, my love. I would be such a good girl for you. I would let you march me around naked on the street. I would let you put me in the stocks. I would be your plaything; I would let you rent me out; I would be your party favor; I would satisfy all your houseguests at your command. Everyone leaves Abby’s house with their balls drained.

Why was she being so controlling all of a sudden? Abby’s pink pussy gripped tightly around her husband’s dick, which was all the more impressive since she was a whore. My thoughts intensified. She was ran through — a complete whore with a used-up, stretched-out pussy. Not like me. Fucking worthless slut.

I blinked. Where did that come from?

Abby tenderly rode her man as I tried to process what just happened in my mind. Why was she making me mad? Why was she being so mean to me? What did I do? You know what, forget her. I would fuck her husband so good he’d never be satisfied with Abby again. In fact, I wouldn’t just take him in my pussy, I’d take him in my ass, too. Have you ever given your man anal? No, you haven’t, fucking prude. I rubbed my clit, fantasizing more about getting Mike to cheat on his wife with me. Guess what, Abby? I’m going to spread my legs for your husband, and I’m gonna let him fuck all three of my holes. I’m gonna blow his mind, bitch.

I moaned. You know what else, darling Abby? You’ve fucked like ten times as many guys as I have. You’re ran through. I’m tight, tighter than you could ever be after being the public cum dumpster at OSU for four years. That’s what you are. A cum dumpster. A free use hole that got gangbanged by the football team during freshman year. How’d you explain that one to Mike, Abby? Does he even know? Why the fuck would anyone touch you after you let a bunch of black guys run a train on you? I mean, it’s hot, sure, but it’s a miracle anyone married you at all. He doesn’t know you’re used goods, does he? Jesus Christ. My pussy is tight, and it's gonna make your husband blow his load in me faster than you’ve ever made him cum. Just wait until he feels my ass, Abby. We’ll see who’s smirking after Mike lubes up that monster cock and slides it up my tight little asshole. You’re jealous that I want to fuck your husband? Just wait until he gets a taste of me, when he fucks my tight little holes that haven’t been used by every single man in a ten mile radius.

I glanced up and met her eyes. She was gazing down at me, stern, still punishing me. She knew I was rebelling inside. She rode Mike’s dick like a succubus. She was incredible, there was no denying it. I loved her. I would do anything for my mistress.

Fuck.

“Cum for me baby, cum for me…” she begged. I smirked Even she couldn’t handle him.

Did I want to see him creampie Abby or cum on her face? I couldn’t decide. I rubbed my clit furiously, slipping in two fingers.

Abby lifted herself off his shaft. I looked up. A ruined orgasm? No, she wasn’t cruel — to him, at least. And he wasn’t cumming yet. She was looking down at me, a wicked glint in her eye.