Oh God, I am so fucked. I made a terrible decision yesterday that will possibly destroy my life. I have never considered doing something like I did, much less doing it. So how did it happen? I am not sure.
I had a problem with my disposal for a few days. It was leaking badly. Alfonso usually would take care of these things, but he was out of town. I called a plumber I had never used before, but a friend recommended him. She said he was excellent in every way. I only thought about what she said once he got to my house and did the work. He had asked me to assist if he needed to have the water turned on or off while he was up under the sink. I saw a bulge form in his work pants as I watched him. It was big and grew down his pants leg. I looked away, but it was like it was magnetic, and I kept looking at it, and it grew bigger.
I was talking to Mathew as he worked. He occasionally looked out from under the sink up at me. I saw his eyes stray down my body and stop at my shorts. I saw a small smile form once as he looked at me, then ducked back under the sink. I looked at his bulge, and it had grown longer down his pants leg.
I looked at my clothes and realized that my shorts were baggy with wide legs, making it easy for Matthew to look up between my legs. Oh no, he could see my bare pussy since I had gone commando, not putting on panties or a bra this morning.
A chill of excitement raced through me, knowing that this man's cock was hardening because he saw my bare pussy up my pants leg. I was suddenly very horny. I had not had sex in two days, and now a man was looking at my pussy and getting hard because of what he saw.
I suddenly had a pang of guilt rush through me. I had never even thought about having sex with another man other than my husband, yet here I was, fantasizing about this man lying under my sink with an enormous hard-on in his pants because I turned him on.
I quickly ran to my bedroom. I had stripped off my shorts and dug in my drawer for a pair of panties. I was standing there naked from the waist down when Mathew appeared at the door. "Miss, is there a problem," he asked as he stepped into the bedroom, walking towards me. I froze, and he looked at me, took me in his arms, and kissed me softly. I instantly melted, and my pussy grew wetter. He kissed me again, then stepped back, looking at me. "Is there something else I can help you with? It looks like you have lost your shorts." He smiled, and I felt the heat of a flush as it spread across my chest, up my neck to my face, showing a bright pink blush.
I couldn't move; I had a pair of panties in my hand that Mathew took from me. He held them to his face and inhaled. "Mmmmm, so fresh. Haven't had these on yet, have you?" He teased as he dropped them back in the drawer and pushed the drawer closed.
As I looked at Mathew, my breathing became labored. Something about him began to have a powerful effect on me, and my body began to tremble. I had not felt like this since the early days with Alfonso. I was so horny now that if Mathew touched me, I would drop to my knees for his cock. I would not be able to stop myself. Mathew could do anything he wanted to me, and right this minute, I wanted him to do it all.
The lustful heat in his eyes was like a laser ray burning into me. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, peeling it off and showing me his beautiful hairy chest, well sculpted and hard like the rest of him, I was sure.
Mathew stepped close to me again. Our eyes were locked in pure lust. I knew I was about to betray my husband, but I was now under Mathew's control and could not stop what was about to happen, nor did I really want to.
Mathew pulled my top off over my head, unveiling my breasts and hard nipples. I shivered as his eyes took in every part of my naked body, devouring me. He dropped the shirt on the floor and waited for my move. He had done everything so far, but now it was my turn. I slowly dropped to my knees before him and unfastened his big belt buckle and the button of his pants. I looked down at the left pants leg, seeing his hardness pressing out against the material. I looked up at him as my hand lay on his cock and slowly stroked him. There was a slight gasp, and a moan followed.
The control had just shifted from Mathew to me. This was my only chance to stop this sexual insanity I was feeling. If I made the next move, I would be committing suicide to my marriage and my life with Alfonso. As much as I knew that I had to stop this and not do what my body demanded, I could not. The animal magnetism Mathew held over me was undeniable, and I could not resist him. I looked into his eyes once again and unzipped his pants. I slipped them off his hips, letting them fall in a puddle at his feet. Mathew stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed as I saw Mathew was commando, and his semi-hard cock was hanging between his legs, throbbing with every heartbeat. I studied it for a minute, seeing his veins beginning to pop out as he hardened in anticipation of my next move. His crown was swollen and purple, with a drop of precum at his pee hole. He was big, longer than my husband, and thicker. I now understood what my friend meant when she said that Mathew was 'excellent in every way.'
I reached out, taking his cock in my palm, letting it rest there as he fully hardened. I was mesmerized as I watched a giant bubble of precum roll out and drip into my hand. I felt Mathew's cock pulsing. My breathing became shallow, and my mouth began to fill with saliva. I swallowed as my mouth filled again.
I knew this was when truth and betrayal were meshed together into one split second. I looked up at Mathew, and he smiled, "Please suck it, Elaine; you know you want to."
I did his bidding, taking his crown into my mouth, sealing my lips around his thick shaft behind it, and sucking hard, making Mathew groan and flinch slightly. I whipped my tongue around his rim, teasing him and flicking his frenulum, making his cock pulse in my mouth. His cock felt velvety soft and hard at the same time, making my mouth want more of him. I slowly pushed my lips down over his shaft, taking him inch by inch deeper into my mouth.
Mathew moaned as my tongue slithered along the underside. Teasing me, he pushed his cock into the back of my throat. I had long ago conquered the gag issue, as Alfonso had taught me to be a good cock sucker. So, taking Mathew's big cock into my throat was a treat for him. I felt his spongy crown press into my throat, blocking my breathing, so I inhaled through my nose and swallowed.
"Oh God, Elaine, fuck, you can suck cock, girl!" Mathew gasped as I gripped his ball sack, pulling on it and squeezing his balls.
Mathew was edging so close now; I had him where I wanted him. I snaked my middle finger wet with leaking spittle into his ass crack, making him jump. I pressed against his brown star, and Mathew groaned, "Oh my, Elaine, you are a nasty fucking woman!"
My finger rimmed Mathew's tight asshole making him tremble. His ass cheeks clenched, trapping my finger as I wormed it against his star. My fingertip pushed through his muscle, sliding deeper, seeking his gland. I sucked and stroked his shaft as my finger began to massage Mathew's asshole.
Mathew groaned and pressed his ass down on my finger. I took his cock deep in my throat and rubbed his anal gland pushing him over the edge. Mathew held my head and fucked my mouth as his cock pulsed, and he came hard. His balls quickly drew up into his body, sending rope after rope of his massive cum load down my throat.
Mathew's balls emptied, and he pulled me up, kissing me, tasting his cum on my tongue. He pushed me to the bed, laying me back and spreading my legs. He kissed up each leg and covered my pussy with his mouth eating me like a starving animal.
Mathew had me cumming in minutes, then pushed me further up on the bed and crawled up over me. I felt his stiff cock press against my belly; he had recovered. He rose, gripped his cock, and pressed the head against my flared lips, slipping it in my hole.
I moaned and spread my legs wide, pulling them back and open for him. I was way past any moral issues. I was cheating on my husband, and at the moment, all I wanted was for Mathew to fuck me hard and make me his for the night.
Mathew's big cock felt amazing as he pounded me, making me cum hard on his big cock. He fucked me like I had never been fucked before. I had not had a lot of lovers, but Mathew was the best. I love Alfonso, and he is a great lover, but Mathew could really fuck, and his cock was so big he touched places that thrilled me.
We fucked for a long time, maybe an hour, before we were both exhausted and slept. Later in the day, we showered, ordered Uber Eats, and ate to restore our energy, preparing for a long, sex-filled night. Our next sex session was more loving, and Mathew made love to me as Alfonso does. He was not as good a lover as Alfonso, but he sure knew how to fuck me.
Guilt began to crawl back into my mind. I knew I was making a huge mistake, but Mathew could really fuck, and I loved his cock deep inside me. I love Alfonso and don't want to lose him, so I thought I should end this affair. Then Mathew rolled me on my front, pushing pillows under me. He fucked me doggy, then he fucked my ass. I was in sexual heaven cumming hard several times before he dumped his cum load in my ass.
We slept again.
Mathew woke me and wanted to go again, so we did, and it went on like that all night. I finally slept at about 4:00 a.m. I awoke to pee, and the guilt returned, not letting me sleep again. As I returned to bed, I saw it was almost 6:00 a.m.
Mathew stirred and pulled me to him. He had hard morning wood that I could not waste. I sucked his cock then he fucked me one last time. I came twice more with him, leaving me full of his cum. That was five cum loads that Mathew deposited in my body, one in my mouth, three in my pussy, and one in my ass. That was the most cum any man had ever given me in one night.
I left Mathew lying in bed, breathing hard. I slipped on Mathew's work shirt, smelling him on it. I went to the kitchen to make coffee. I needed to get Mathew up and away from me so I could clear him from my mind and clean my body of all of his cum. I had to become me again, Alfonso's loving yet no longer loyal wife. The thought of that made me incredibly sad. How could I have cheated on my loving husband?
I walked to the kitchen and made coffee, getting out two cups and a plate of biscuits as a snack. I heard Mathew shuffle into the room. He pulled me to him, kissing me hard.
Suddenly, all hell broke loose. There was gunfire, and the two coffee cups exploded, splashing scalding hot coffee all over Mathew and me. I screamed, with no words, just noise. Then there was another shot, and suddenly Mathew flew up against the counter and cabinets, crumbling to the floor, screaming in pain.
I looked across the room from where the shots had come from. Standing there with a gun in hand was Alfonso. "Oh God, Alfonso, what are you doing here?"
Alfonso was supposed to be away another night, yet he stood holding his gun. He had shot the coffee cups and Mathew. Oh God, had he killed him?
Oh my God, I thought, I am dead; Alfonso might as well shoot me dead where I stand.
Alfonso walked to Mathew and stood over him, pointing the gun at him. Then Alfonso barked instructions at me. I stood frozen in fear, not speaking as I had been instructed. I was too afraid to cry now, paralyzed, wondering what was coming next.
Alfonso was talking loudly to Mathew, pointing the gun at him. My brain was scrambled, and I could not understand what he said.
Suddenly, I had to pee very badly, and I could not move. I was dancing around, trying to hold my water. Oh God, I had to pee, or I would go on myself. Alfonso ignored me, continuing to talk loudly to Mathew as he lay on the floor.
I was dancing around now, ready to pee any second.
"Oh God, I have to pee," I begged and started to sob. I could not wait any longer.
Then Alfonso turned to me. "Stop dancing." He told me, "No bathroom, so pee where you stand. Wife, do not move or say one more word, do you understand!"
Suddenly, my bladder let go, and I flooded the floor under me with a massive pee. I was wet, and I created a large puddle. I was so embarrassed. Alfonso said, "Wife, sit in your pee puddle and do not move." I was so humiliated as I looked into his angry eyes. I did as I was told and slid down, sitting in the puddle of my own warm pee.
Alfonso asked Mathew some questions, directing the answers to me. I was pissed when Mathew answered, telling me he fucked me because he knew he could seduce me when he saw me. Just like the hundred or so other married women he had fucked in the last year. I was so angry with myself for letting this happen. The sex was incredible, but I had fucked up badly.
Then things got bad. Mathew was already hurt from being shot, and Alfonso was not done yet. I watched as he aimed the gun at him, and Mathew flinched. When he did, Alfonso stomped on Mathew's cock and balls hard, then again. Oh no, he was destroying Mathew's cock and balls forever. Mathew fainted again.
I was sitting there, helpless to do anything. I just watched Alfonso take out his revenge on Mathew. I was afraid. What would Alfonso do to me if he did these things to Mathew?
I was so afraid of what was going to happen now. Then Alfonso turned to me. The look on his face was frightening. He was so angry. I had never seen him look this way, but I had never done what I did, so we were both in unfamiliar territory.
Alfonso barked at me, calling me a 'skanky slut.' Oh God, did he really mean that? I was in so much trouble. He demanded I clean up the mess of pee, coffee, and shattered coffee cups all over the kitchen floor.
God, what had I done? How could I have let this happen? Was it me? Was I that weak a person? I love my husband so much. I would never cheat on him, yet I had cheated on him and was caught. The result was brutal punishment for Mathew, my cheating lover, and, for sure, severe retribution for me.
Alfonso pulled Mathew away and began to attend to his wounds. He called me to see them. I was shocked. His cock and balls were swollen three times their normal size and were purple. He was hurt badly, and as Alfonso said, I may be the last pussy he may have ever fucked. I felt horrible about all of this.
Alfonso shocked me when he handed me a large butcher knife, telling me to castrate Mathew. I dropped the knife and screamed, "No, you can't do that!" and fell to the floor sobbing and trying to apologize. I was a total mess now. My future looked very bleak. I gathered myself and went back to cleaning the kitchen mess.
Alfonso dressed Mathew and took him outside to his truck. He was gone a while, then came back into the house, standing at the kitchen door, staring at me with mixed anger and disgust.
I could not look at him. I felt so ashamed of what I had allowed to happen and felt horrible at the results and what happened to Mathew. I felt nothing for him, but he was a human, and what Alfonso did to him was terrible.
Alfonso walked into the garage, leaving me to finish cleaning the floor. Once finished, I took a shower douching my pussy and ass, cleaning all of Mathew out of me. I prayed that Alfonso would talk to me and let me try to explain how it started. I knew that would not fix this mess I had created, but I had to try. I dressed in jeans and a T-shirt.
I did not see or hear a word from my husband for the rest of the day.
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With Mathew gone, I walked into the house and stopped at the kitchen door, silently watching my slut wife cleaning up the huge mess she had caused. She created an even bigger mess between us and had to clean it up.
As my wife was working, she would not look at me. I hoped that her shame was overpowering her, and she felt horrible. I knew that after she saw what I had done to Mathew, she feared what I had in store for her. I wanted that fear to fester inside her, driving her crazy. I would never physically harm her in any way. Mathew also got what he deserved, and my wife will, but psychologically. It might be a few days before I speak to her again, and her not knowing her fate would worry her.
I said nothing or made no move toward her in any way. It was like she was invisible to me. I walked out to my workshop. I cleaned my Glock before returning it securely to my gun safe.
I opened the garage door and pulled my truck inside. I took out my laptop and other cases, sitting them at the kitchen door. I had yet to decide whether to stay or leave for a day or two. If I left, it would serve my wife right and worry her even more. I will decide later. It might have been even more painful for her if I stayed home, and I totally ignored her as if she didn't exist. I was leaning in that direction. She needed to feel what it might be like if I were gone and not ever here again. That pain will be hard on her.
I Googled Mathew Jacobs again. I read all about him and read the references listed. He seemed to be a competent plumber with a good following. I wondered how many of the reviews were made up to cover the fact that he was routinely fucking these women on each visit.
As I read the reviews, I saw a few with first names and the first letter of their last name that I recognized. I decided to inquire about Mathew's work later this morning.
Then, I searched for divorce law in our state. As I expected, the husband gets the shaft, except for infidelity. Infidelity is a misdemeanor crime in our state, so if I wanted to have both Mathew and my wife arrested, I could do so. I can have some fun with that.
The law was straightforward: for uncontested adultery, I could be free in ninety days. Any other divorce took a year. There had to be proof of adultery or admission of guilt in open court. I knew that would never happen.
I walked back into the house and made coffee. I did not see or hear my wife and made no effort to find her. I filled my travel cup and went back to the workshop.
I thought about what I wanted to do. Over the five hours, I sat listening to wild sex and silence, I had thought about Elaine and my time together. There had never been any time in our five years when I thought we were in trouble or even had a significant argument. Our life was good, almost perfect. As I said before, we were ready to start building a family, and this weekend would be the first serious discussion on how many and when we would begin to. We were ready.
But after last night, I had my doubts about being ready, though if I decided to stay with Elaine making her pregnant could solve any doubts about her love for me, and keeping her barefoot and pregnant could ensure she would not fuck around on me again.
I was exhausted now, having not slept for almost thirty hours. I broke out a bedroll and cot, setting it up in my workshop. I went outside to relieve myself, returned, and locked the door. With the light off, it was pitch black, so I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
My dreams were ugly. Seeing my wife and Mathew fucking, dominated them. Her squeals and his cumming inside her made me toss and turn. After some time, I sat straight up and heard a light knock on the door. Then, a whisper. "Al, are you OK?"