Husband at Home While I Secretly Craved Our Helper’s Cock – Cheating Wife Story Part 3

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I rushed inside the house, my legs shaky, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape. The taste of Patric’s lips still burned on mine-salt, heat, and raw hunger. What the hell had I done? Jack was my husband. We’d built a life together, raised Ethan, promised forever eight years ago. Guilt crashed over me in waves as I locked myself in the bathroom, splashing cold water on my flushed face.
But beneath the guilt, something darker and far more powerful throbbed alive inside me. Thrill. Pure, electric thrill. My pussy was soaked, clit pulsing angrily against the damp lace of my thong. That kiss… God, that kiss. Patric hadn’t hesitated once he gave in. The way his strong hand had gripped my ass, the way his thick bulge had pressed hot and heavy against my thigh. I wanted more. I wanted him.
I stood there staring at my reflection-lips slightly swollen, nipples diamond-hard against my thin dress-and whispered to myself, “Just one kiss. It doesn’t mean anything.” But I knew I was lying. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I wanted to know how a new dick would stretch me, fill me, claim me in ways Jack hadn’t in years. Would Patric be rough? Would he pin me down and pound me like he owned me? Would he make me his whore while my husband worked downstairs? The dirty thoughts made my knees weak.
I changed into something more decent before dinner but left my bra off. My body was on fire, and I needed to feel everything.
That evening, the house smelled incredible-garlic, basil, fresh pasta. Patric had cooked dinner for all of us, like he often did. Jack was already home, but true to form, he was camped out at the dining table with his laptop open, typing furiously between bites, barely looking up. Ethan was with my sister for the night, so it was just the three of us.
I couldn’t look at Patric. Every time I tried, heat flooded my cheeks and my pussy clenched. I kept my eyes on my plate as I sat down.
Patric served the pasta quietly, moving around the table like the perfect, respectful employee. But when he came to my side, he leaned in close-too close. His body heat washed over me. His lips brushed my ear as he whispered, low enough that only I could hear, while Jack was muttering about SEO metrics just a few meters away.
“That kiss was unexpected… but damn, Nami, it felt so fucking good.”
His breath on my neck sent electricity shooting down my spine straight to my core. I gripped my fork tighter, thighs pressing together under the table. My husband was right there, oblivious, and here was Patric-our live-in helper-talking about our forbidden kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. The risk made me dripping wet.
Before I could respond, his hand moved under the table. Bold. Dangerous. He cupped my left breast through my thin top and gave it a firm, possessive squeeze, thumb brushing over my stiff nipple. I almost moaned out loud. My pussy gushed fresh juice into my panties as he rolled my nipple once, deliberately, then pulled away like nothing happened and continued serving dinner.
Jack never even looked up.
I sat there trembling, breasts aching, nipples throbbing, pussy clenching around nothing. The pasta tasted like nothing. All I could focus on was the heavy, throbbing ache between my legs and the memory of Patric’s hard cock pressing against me earlier. I wanted him to bend me over this table right now, yank my dress up, and fuck me raw while Jack worked. The cheating fantasy was consuming me.
After dinner, Jack kissed my cheek absently and disappeared back into his office downstairs, door shutting with a soft click. “Don’t wait up, babe. Big deadline.”
I went upstairs on unsteady legs, heart racing with guilt and overwhelming lust. The second our bedroom door locked, I stripped completely naked. My body was flushed, tits heavy, pussy lips swollen and glistening. I lay back on our marital bed, legs spread wide, and let the fantasies take over completely.
I grabbed my vibrator, already soaked from earlier. But first, I used my fingers, spreading my slick folds and rubbing my swollen clit in slow, teasing circles.
In my mind, Patric was on his knees between my thighs.
“Look at this married pussy,” he growled in my fantasy, his voice deep and commanding. “Soaking wet for another man’s cock while your husband works downstairs. Spread wider, Nami. Show me what belongs to me now.”
I moaned softly and pushed two fingers inside myself, pumping slowly.
He buried his face between my legs, licking me with long, hungry strokes-flat tongue dragging from my entrance up to my clit, sucking my swollen nub hard. “Taste so fucking good,” he groaned against my pussy. “Your husband doesn’t eat this right, does he? From now on, this cunt is mine. Say it.”
“Yes… it’s yours,” I whispered to the empty room, pumping my fingers faster. I turned on the vibrator and pressed the buzzing head directly against my clit while I fucked myself with three fingers.
The fantasy grew filthier.
Patric stood up, his thick cock springing free-long, veiny, much thicker than Jack’s. The heavy head glistened with precum. He slapped it against my clit a few times, teasing me. “Beg for it, Nami. Beg me to fuck you like a cheating whore on your husband’s bed.”
“Please, Patric… fuck me. I need your cock. Make me your whore,” I moaned, thrusting the vibrator deep inside my pussy. The rabbit ears attacked my clit while the curved shaft hammered my G-spot. My hips bucked wildly.
In my head, he slammed into me in one powerful thrust, stretching my tight walls around his girth. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, those perfect abs flexing as he pounded me. “Take it. Take every inch while Jack is downstairs. This pussy is getting ruined tonight.”
I came hard the first time-back arching, thighs shaking violently, a gush of juices soaking the sheets. But I didn’t stop. I kept the vibrator buried deep, grinding against it, imagining Patric flipping me over, slapping my ass, and fucking me doggy style while he pulled my hair.
“You’re mine now, Nami. Every time Jack leaves this house, I’m going to fill this married cunt with my cum. You’re going to sneak to my room with his load still inside you and beg for more.”
The second orgasm hit even harder. I bit the pillow to muffle my cries, body convulsing, pussy spasming wildly around the buzzing toy. Tears of overwhelming pleasure leaked from my eyes. Still, I kept going-riding the vibrator through aftershocks, imagining Patric’s heavy balls slapping against me, his sweat dripping onto my back, his commanding voice in my ear telling me what a dirty cheating wife I was.
I came a third time, smaller but deeper, my whole body shuddering as I whispered his name like a prayer: “Patric… fuck… Patric…”
When I finally pulled the vibrator out, I was a sweaty, trembling mess. My pussy felt beautifully abused, lips puffy and red. I lay there panting, fingers lazily circling my sensitive clit, thinking about tomorrow.
Jack had an early morning meeting across town. He’d be gone most of the day.
Tomorrow, the new chapter would start. No more just kisses and teasing touches. I wanted Patric’s cock inside me. I wanted him to ruin me for Jack. I wanted to become his secret whore in this very house.
Guilt still whispered in the back of my mind, but the throbbing need between my legs drowned it out completely. I fell asleep with a smile, already wet again, dreaming of what I would let him do to me the moment we were alone.