Sex with her Ex: Part 2

Sex with her Ex: Part 2 A Cuckold Story Manus Dare Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Manus Dare All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. Contents 1. Mia 2. Zack 3. Mia 4. Zack 5. Mia Mia I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night, my mind and heart racing. My body was too hot, too sweaty, with a throbbing pulse between my thighs. I groaned and held my head. Someone shifted beside me, and for a crazy moment, I thought it was Brandon! Then, the memories of what we had done came rushing back to me with all the heat of a forest fire. I had fucked Brandon! And my husband had watched! Suddenly, the man beside me mumbled in his sleep and rolled over. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Zack, his face peaceful. Not Brandon then, even though Brandon was at the forefront of my thoughts. I thought my dream had been just that, a dream. Brandon, his hard beautiful body hammering into me, the bulging tip of his cock hitting me in places I had forgotten about. And, all the while, Zack moaned from the corner, jerking his cock as he watched his wife fuck her ex. What have we done? I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. It wasn't a dream, at least not entirely a dream. We had invited Brandon into our bed, Zack had watched, and all three of us got off in the most spectacular, naughty way. Zack and I had gone to bed together, satisfied that our experiment had been a success, but whether that had been an intelligent decision had yet to be determined. I slid from bed and padded to the bathroom. I ran some cold water from the tap and splashed it on my feverish skin. I looked in the mirror. My face was flushed and my hard nipples poked against the thin fabric of my nightgown. Even in my unwashed, post sex state, I was beautiful. Wild. It was a feeling I hadn't felt for quite a long time. I looked through the bathroom door at Zack sleeping peacefully in his bed, the throbbing thrill of lust for my dream slowly fading. I thought of Brandon sleeping just two doors down. Was he thinking of me? Or had he had his fill? The question shouldn't have bothered me, but it did. I was sneaking back to bed when I heard the sound of the floor creaking and footsteps in the halls outside our bedroom. My heart started racing. I glanced over at Zack who was still sleeping peacefully, padded to the door, and opened it a crack. Brandon was walking past our door, his muscular body naked except for a pair of boxer briefs that clung to the tight muscles of his ass. Had it really been only a few hours ago when I had gripped that ass and pulled him deeper inside of me? A hot flush of lust burst in my belly and up to my cheeks. "Brandon?" I whispered. "What are you doing?" "Sorry," Brandon smiled sheepishly. "We were so… involved earlier, I never made it to the bathroom. I um… I'm not sure where it is." "Oh, God!" I gasped. I remembered him leaving our spare bedroom and had assumed he was going to the bathroom. "You're right." I looked back to make sure Zack was still asleep, then slid out of my bedroom. I found myself nearly naked and standing close to my ex. Unlike earlier, however, we were alone, my husband sleeping just behind our bedroom door. Brandon took the opportunity to gaze up and down my body. I felt his eyes stop on my breasts, looking hungrily at the hard nipples poking through the soft fabric. I resisted the urge to cover up. After all, this was my house and Brandon was a guest here. "Stop!" I laughed. "Come on. The bathroom's down here." I led him down the hallway to the guest bath, feeling his eyes on my ass as I walked. My whole body was warm and wet from my dream of Brandon, and now here he was in the flesh. It was so wrong, wanting him this way. The worst part was, it was Zack's fault! If he hadn't been obsessed with that stupid video, obsessed with seeing me with my ex, I never would have taken up with Brandon again. But, now that I had, all the old feelings of lust came rushing back. Brandon turned me around suddenly and caught my arms in his powerful hands. "Brandon? What are you doing?" I gasped, but Brandon was already pulling me into the bathroom. He shut the door, then slammed me hard up against the wood. I gasped as pain shot through my shoulders and back. Any discomfort was quickly overwhelmed by a stab of pleasure as Brandon shoved his fingers between my legs, probing my wet slit. "God! Stop! Zack--" "He wanted me to fuck you, didn't he?" Brandon hissed in my face, his hot breath on my lips. His fingers worked the swollen furrow of my cunt, then stabbed upward into my hot, wet tunnel. "Well, let's give him what he wants." I moaned in pleasure, but Brandon stifled any further protest by covering my lips with his hungry mouth. He sucked on my lips, then forced open my mouth and his tongue slithered deep inside. He quickened his pace on my cunt until I gave into the lust and swirled my tongue around his, our mouths working in concert with his fingers. The logical part of me knew this was wrong. Yes, my husband had wanted me to fuck my ex, but he certainly hadn't expected