What does betrayal lead to? Part 2 ⇐ Sex stories

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I returned home as usual. Except for the fact that I ended up in a complete ass. Luckily, I was able to slip my shirt into the washing machine without my wife telling me. I don’t know how I looked from the outside, but most likely it wasn’t very good to play the role of an “ordinary husband”. For the rest of the evening, there was only one thought in my head: “just don’t write to me!”.

The night was terrible, as was the rest of the week that followed. I almost flinched at every notification on my phone, especially in the presence of my wife. Every time I waited for Sasha to try to somehow provoke me or set me up. I was constantly under pressure. But from her there was no single attempt to contact me. I even at some point believed that she had left me alone. Although I was still afraid of phone calls and SMS in the evenings. I could not get rid of the obsessive thought that Sasha would soon remind of himself.

It was Friday. I sat at work, sleepy and tired. An unexpected phone call made me jump. I saw that my number was not saved, and immediately understood who was calling.

— hello puppy, did you miss me?

- hello, - I answered coldly, - I've been waiting for this call all week, - I wanted to be sarcastic and put all my hatred in response.

Sasha laughed in response, and I seethed with anger.

I'm glad you didn't forget about me, puppy...

Forget it! All week like a minefield! I wanted to tell her everything I thought. And although I was alone in the office, I decided not to risk it, because it would be difficult to stop.

What are your plans for the weekend? can you go? let's have some fun?

Are you serious? maybe you forgot, but I can't just leave my family.

Sasha sighed in disappointment, although it didn't sound very sincere:

- oh yes, my puppy turned out to be married.. do you want me to ask your wife for permission? maybe she will let you go at least for a couple of hours?

I clenched my teeth. He barely restrained himself from hitting the table with his fist.

- maybe stop mocking?

Don't be nervous, you're kind of irritated...you need to relax.

The tone of derision grew stronger in the girl's voice. She enjoyed torturing me. I didn’t understand why she was behaving like that and what she was trying to achieve. If she enjoys torturing me, then it is not reasonable for her to hand over our connection to her wife. But who knows how many like me she has? In any case, I had few options. Sasha had nothing to lose, so she could do anything. I even thought of confessing to my wife myself, but I did not have the courage, because I understood that she would not forgive me and we would ruin not only our lives, but also the life of our daughter. And if he forgives, then it is unlikely that our life will be the same as before.

I can't," I gritted through my teeth, "I can't!

Sasha was silent for a while, and then said:

is good. just don't blame me later...

The girl ended the call. I put my hands on my head and squeezed with all my might. Damn! Why am I such an idiot! Where was my head when I sank to this! The filthy swamp was beginning to drag me in. I didn't see a solution to my problem. I didn't know how to stop this. I was afraid.

A little calmer, I decided to call my wife. I suggested that she spend the weekend with her parents. Without me. I decided to pretend to be sick and caring dad. Of course, she was a little surprised, but still agreed with me. When I finished talking, I breathed a sigh of relief. Didn't think it would be so easy. But along with the relief came the understanding that I was signing my own sentence. It was a road to nowhere.

Early in the morning, I took my wife and daughter to my parents. I hardly slept all night, so my appearance corresponded to the description of an unhealthy person. I promised to pick them up on Sunday evening. Returning home, I thought for a long time whether to write to Sasha that I was ready to come to her. Am I really ready? And why am I doing all this? These thoughts tore me apart. I did not understand what drives me: fear or stupidity. I turned the phone in my hands and cut circles around the apartment. Didn't find a place. If I come to Sasha now, then I really have become her “puppy”. What if I don't come? What will she do?

About an hour later I was standing at Sasha's door. I called, but no one answered the door. After waiting perhaps two minutes, I turned around and began to descend. There was a strange void inside. Is this another attempt by her to humiliate me? I arrived and she just wouldn't let me in. But then I heard the click of the lock. I turned around and froze. Sasha met me in a dress worn by my wife. She probably saw our photos on social networks and decided to mock me in this way. I didn't believe it was a coincidence. I quickly went to her apartment. Her eyes sparkled with joy. She got what she wanted. A cruel and insidious girl.

How do you like me? Sasha asked playfully and twirled in front of me.

- well, you're a bitch, - I could not restrain myself.

The girl immediately drooped:

I thought you'd appreciate it. Do you think it would be better without him?

It's better if you leave me alone.

Sasha rolled her eyes and shook her head:

- how boring you are. or dumb?

I felt my face burning with anger.

— why did you even come to me?

Good question, I thought to myself. Indeed, why? I didn't know what to say.

— I don’t know,” I answered doomedly, “I don’t understand.

Sasha came closer to me and took my hand.

— you know, but I don’t feel sorry for you at all.

I looked into her green eyes:

- I myself am to blame for everything and there is no need to feel sorry for me.

The girl suddenly smiled and pulled me into the room. She turned her back to me.

Help me unbutton my dress.

I walked up to her and smelled the sweet scent of her perfume. The same one I inhaled while fucking her in the guest house. My hands were cold. I gently grabbed the lock and pulled down, exposing her back. The dress fell at her feet. Sasha was without underwear. I swallowed and realized that my cock was already aroused. The girl looked at me over her shoulder:

— puppy…

I was about to object and tell her not to call me that again, but Sasha continued:

I want you to lick me

To be honest, I didn't expect such a desire from Sasha, I don't know why. She managed to surprise me again.

—not sure if you'll like it—I know it's not the smartest excuse, but I really had little experience with oral sex.

Sasha turned to face me:

Does your wife like it?

Again, these provocative questions and the desire to humiliate me. I did not answer anything, put my arm around the girl's waist and took a few steps to the bed and sat her on the edge. Silently, he sank down in front of her on the floor, finding himself face-to-face between her legs. Her pussy, as always, was perfectly shaved. The girl ran her hand through my hair and lifted my head to look into my eyes.

- smart girl, - Sasha mockingly praised me and directed me to her pussy.

I released my tongue and ran it along her tender lips. Felt a sweet taste. The girl was well prepared for the meeting, as if she was one hundred percent sure that I would come. Sasha lay on her back and spread her slender legs wider. I also made myself comfortable and began to caress her. Sasha roughly held my hair. She liked to show her power over me. At that moment, I didn’t think about anything at all, although thoughts about my wife tried to occupy my head. I tried to give myself completely to the process. He licked the folds of the skin, running his tongue between them, caressed the clitoris and lips, gently smacked. After a few minutes, Sasha began to moan and move her pelvis, directing her pussy to my tongue. The girl rubbed her crotch against me. Her legs lay on my back, and her hands were held behind her head so that I was completely immersed in the caress of her vagina. My neck was already tired, because the tongue was constantly in tension, but Sasha continued to move actively. I ran a tense tongue between the lips to caress her from the inside. Suddenly Sasha let go of my hair and got up on the bed.

Lie down," she commanded, breathing heavily.

I climbed onto the bed and lay down as she told me. My face was covered with saliva and its secretions. My penis was very aroused. Without hesitation, Sasha sat down with her pussy on my face. Unceremoniously, as if it were necessary. I did not wait for instructions and continued to work with my tongue, caressing her wet lips. Sasha began to use my face more actively, literally fucking my mouth with her pussy. Slowed down a little, the girl unzipped my fly and let out an excited penis. I exhaled in relief, because I wanted to unload. Sasha began to masturbate my cock with her tender palm, while continuing to have my face with her hot pussy. In this position, licking was even more difficult.

Suddenly, I felt a strong pain and tucked my legs - Sasha squeezed my cock tightly and began to slap me in the balls.

Lick better, puppy!

The pain subsided a little after the first blow, but it was impossible to lick in this state.

It hurts, I tried to mumble out from under her vagina.

Sasha hit her a few more times. I cringed and moaned, and she laughed. The girl let go of my cock and began to spank it, pinch and scratch. I fidgeted. Sasha pressed my head harder to the bed.

Lick!

It took a lot of work for me to keep licking and ignore the cock torture. In addition, Sasha was focused specifically on torturing me, and not on oral sex. After torturing me for a while, Sasha got out of bed. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at my cock. He was bright red, with bloodshot veins. I was breathing heavily, and Sasha stood next to me and smiled.

- you need to learn how to use the language ...

Crazy bitch, I thought to myself, trying to catch my breath.

- you can practice on your wife, I won't be jealous..

Don't talk about my wife anymore," I said to Sasha.

- what is it? will you punish me?

Sasha climbed onto the bed and sat next to me. Her hand went back to my cock and she started stroking it. I tensed, waiting for another round of torture. Sasha lightly ran along the cock with her black claws.

Do you want to fuck me?

—I want,” I squeezed out through my teeth. I don't know if I lied then or if I told the truth. I know for sure, I was very angry with her.

Sasha stood up over me and slowly lowered herself. She inserted my burning cock into her tight pussy. I experienced real bliss at that moment. The girl rested her hands on my chest and began to slowly fuck me. I reached out with my hands to her ass and immediately got a slap in the face. Sasha looked at me like a predator. I realized that no one needs my initiative here. Sasha began to pick up the pace and groaned. I felt like I wasn't going to be long enough. Apparently the girl also felt it and just jumped off my penis almost before my very orgasm. I tensed up. My cock began to twitch. It was painful. Sasha held my hands so that I would not help myself to finish. Member tensed and twitched, but I could not discharge. I moaned in pain, and Sasha enjoyed my helplessness. It was humiliating. After waiting for my penis to fall, Sasha pushed me off the bed onto the floor. I was devastated and depressed.

- Puppy, I want to finish .. - Sasha said playfully and spread her legs wide, hinting that I need to work with my tongue again. I no longer had any desire to participate in this, but I could not refuse her either. Buried in her pussy, in which my penis had recently been, I began to lick her from all the secretions. I tried my best to make her finally come and let me go. While I was licking, thoughts about my wife did not leave me. I hated myself.

My tongue diligently caressed the girl's pussy, again her lips, again her clitoris and the hole stretched by the cock .. she smelled of sex. Sasha surrendered herself to the process, running her hand through my hair again. She helped me again, moving her pelvis more and more actively. The girl breathed faster, her legs shuddered, and she tightly pressed me to her between her legs. I continued to automatically lick along the lips. Real puppy.