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Archive name: oven1.txt (MF, cheating husband, voy)
Authors name: Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)
Story title : One In The Oven - 1

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One In The Oven - 1 (MF, voy, cheat)
by Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)
Edited by Jan (The Kristen Archives)

***

I've been married for 9 years now. I've never fooled 
around on my husband from time to time, but I've always 
played the faithful, dutiful wife to him.

I knew he had fooled around on me once or twice with the 
girls he worked with. 

But now things are different, he never looks at other 
girls, he has eyes only for me. I love him so much for 
this and I'm going to surprise him. I'm going to pick him 
up from work, and treat him to the sexiest night out of 
his life.

I drive to his workplace wearing a housecoat with the 
sexist white see-through bra and g-string I can buy 
underneath. I always felt funny when I'm at his 
workplace, I don't know if he was sleeping with the girl 
I'm dealing with or what he might have said about me to 
win them over. I wonder if they are secretly laughing at 
me.

I arrived at his building, and ride the elevator to the 
15th floor and walk up to the receptionist desk. I'm a 
few minutes early, but there is no one to meet me at the 
desk. I wait a bit, then walk up the hall to his office.

His office has a window that looks out into the hallway 
so he gets to keep an eye on all the comings and goings 
of everyone working there. There are blinds on the window 
but they are always open. Except for right now.

That seemed wrong, they're never closed. 

Suspicion fills my mind. I look through the gap at the 
edge, where it doesn't quiet block the view and see the 
receptionist. She's topless! And she's stepping out of 
her expensive-looking silk panties. She is still wearing 
her mini-skirt, a dark blue "power cut" number. 

She walks across the room, to MY Husband, who is sitting 
on the edge of his desk his shirt unbuttoned, his 
trousers open, down around his knees. He's leaning back, 
watching his receptionist as she walks toward him, her 
large firm breasts swaying slightly as she walks. She 
stops in front of him and reaches down and wrapped her 
fingers around his erect cock. His cock is wet, probably 
from her mouth, I suppose.

I watch them as she uses his dick as a handle to pull him 
back onto his desk. It is something different to watch, a 
stranger with her hand wrapped around my husbands dick. 
His purple knob sticking out.

Now she uses two hands, one stroking his shaft and the 
other ever so gently circling the head of his dick in a 
rhythmic motion. The look on his face is one of ecstasy. 
Then she moves her hand from his knob up to his face and 
a string of his sticky pre-cum follows, breaking half way 
leaving a shiny line on his belly.

Now she rubs the palm of her hand on his face caressing 
his cheek, making it shine as well. She is staking claim 
to my man, she has sucked his dick already. Did he cum in 
her mouth? Did she swallow his cum? These questions race 
through my mind.

Feeling that way is silly I know. Here the cheating 
bastard is giving what is rightly mine to a girl I don't 
even know. I want to bust in, to shout at them, but I 
can't move. Shock and disbelief hold me to the spot.

Now she's pushing him back onto the desk further, he 
appears to be totally in her control, his eyes going from 
her breasts to her face. Now he reaches out to her, 
laying down on his back across the desk he lifts the 
miniskirt she is still wearing up so it looks almost as a 
dark blue belt. She climbs up onto the desk and astride 
him. Now on her knees, still holding his cock, stroking 
it gently every so often.

I must admit, she is a beautiful woman, her long thick 
dark hair falling over her shoulders, her full bosom, no 
need for a bra for this girl. Her flawless skin, and her 
youth, she couldn't be a day over 19 at the most. Except 
for her breasts she would easily have passed for 15 or 
less.

My husband is a womanizing bastard, but credit where it's 
due, she's a beautiful woman. Watching them made me feel 
a wave of emotions, extreme excitement. For watching such 
an intimate moment, even betrayal, it's the kind of 
moment sacred to most married women, my husband being 
sexually possessed, and not by me. I always imagined when 
he screwed around it would be harsh unloving sex. But 
here I am seeing something entirely different. They're 
gentle, loving, extremely sensual, and totally different 
to the way we make love together.

She raises herself up on her perfect legs and moves 
forward onto my husband. The hand she is caressing his 
cock with now positioning it against her pussy, her most 
intimate of parts.

I know that feeling, as his knob parts my lips.

She lowers herself onto him taking all of him into 
herself, her eyes never leaving his.

I am standing at this window, peeping in through the gap 
between the blinds and the window frame, watching another 
girl and my husband. It's only been a minute, but it 
feels like a lifetime.

Now she has both hands free and she leans forward on him, 
and sucks on his nipples. Now I can see his cock buried 
in her pussy. He splits her wide open by the look of it. 
She is hairless there and I watch as she slowly humps up 
and down on him. She must be tight because her inner lips 
drag along his shaft as she lifts herself, and her outer 
lips nearly disappear as she moves down his shaft. It is 
wet from her juices, very wet, I can see her little pink 
arsehole to, it sinks in and nearly pops out with her 
movements.

I can't see his face now, her long tresses hide both 
their faces, but I see his hands as they squeeze her butt 
cheeks, rubbing her arsehole, feeling her thighs. She's 
no bigger than a teenage girl, five foot tall and very 
lightly built, except for her chest.

Her tits are squashed against him now, he holds her butt 
cheeks and starts to drive himself in and out of her 
faster. She is his now, he is using her body, with no 
regard for her needs, just his need to cum in her, to 
fill her with his seed. I know how this feels to.

As he approaches his orgasm his dick swells, the driving 
thrusts being forced onto her. She's impaled by him and 
she cums because of him. He drives into her faster 
feeling her excitement. I can't see his cock now, only 
his hairy balls because he is totally inside her now, 
holding her tightly against himself.

Then he pulls nearly out and I see the edge of his gorged 
purple knob glistening with their combined juices. A 
dribble of his semen escapes, then he drives in again 
hard. His fingers sink into her soft arse cheeks, then a 
little thrust, another then a buck of his hips.

I know he is cumming, shooting his sperm into her. He's 
giving MY sperm to this girl. I think of how it feels 
when he cums in me, I can feel his seed, the pressure of 
it jetting against my womb.

He bucks his hips again and presses a finger into her 
arsehole to the first joint. She arches her back, her 
breasts are red, her nipples sticking out. She is cumming 
herself.

My husband leans forward taking a nipple in his mouth and 
cups the other in his hand. She grinds down on his cock 
and his finger both. His semen dribbles out of her around 
his shaft, down over his balls and soaks into his 
trousers.

Finally she gradually relaxes as her orgasm subsides, and 
then gently lays down on my man panting for breath. Her 
breasts looking as squashed pillows between them, his 
cock still inside her with their sex-juice leaking slowly 
out of her still.

Then she speaks for the first time, "I'd better go and 
ring your wife, I'll tell her you're doing overtime 
tonight, we have a lot to do yet"

"Mmmm, do that," he replies contentedly, he is still 
fingering her arse, now working a second finger in, "I do 
have some new ground to break." He says jokingly.

I can't believe this, he is going to screw her in the 
arse. The bastard won't suck my tits, not since our child 
was born. He never touches me apart from a rough 
fingering before sex, "To get me ready."

I shave my pussy to a neat patch of hair. I try to look 
my sexist for him, to keep him interested, but what hope 
do I have? With my soft tits and my soft belly against 
this girl. I'm thirty going on forty. I have a small pot 
gut, she has a flat hard stomach, my breasts sag and are 
very soft, her's are hard and stick out from her chest.

My husband has just filled her with his seed, "MY seed," 
it should be in "MY womb," not hers.

She sits upright then slides off the desk, from on top of 
him. His dick pops out of her flicking a small spray of 
their combined fluids in the air. His cock is still hard, 
it seems bigger than I ever saw it before, it stands up 
proudly, glisteningly wet, semen still dribbling from the 
end of it. He never cums that much for me.

She sits herself on the desk next to him and lays down on 
her back, legs open, knees up, spread wide. I look at her 
pussy. I'd never really looked at another woman's pussy 
before. Hers is pretty, obscenely open from their recent 
sex, juice leaking from it, down her crack, into her 
slightly open arsehole. 

My husband sits up and reaches over between her legs, and 
I watch as his fingers disappear into her pussy. She 
seems not to notice, and reaches over herself to pick up 
the phone receiver from his desk and hits a speed dial 
number.

My mobile phone suddenly vibrates in my pocket, luckily I 
have the ringer turned off, or the game would be up. I 
wanted to see for myself how far they would go, how 
brazen they would be. And in a strange way I was turned 
on as all hell by watching my man perform like this.

I back away from the window so they don't hear and answer 
the phone, "Yes? Hello?"

"Hello Mrs. Drake? Your husband asked me to ring you..."

OH GOD it its HER, I'm watching her being fingered by my 
man. They are both stark naked and he has one hand 
fingering the sex juice from her pussy, and the other 
working it into her arsehole, "He going to be working 
late tonight," she was having trouble keeping her voice 
level, unemotional.

"We are working on a new project, and he is setting up 
the basic ground work for it."

No joke, he was now standing between her legs aiming his 
hard cock at her pink arsehole, his knob actually pushing 
on her anus.

"He says it's only basic entry level work."

He pushes his knob into the back-door opening and she 
gasps audibly. I hear it more than clearly over the 
phone.

"But if it's not done right, it just won't work."

His cock is three quarters up her now and he's fingering 
her pussy, rubbing her juices on his shaft and easing it 
further in. She is making fun of me while my husband 
makes use of her body. He pushes in further, I can't see 
her little pink ring anymore, I'm distracted.

I hear the pain of his entry in her voice. It is hard to 
watch your husband betray you as this and talk with the 
girl he is actually having sex with as if nothing is 
going on.

I can see in pornographic detail every action, every 
movement, every expression on their faces. The touches, 
the fondles, the kisses.

"OK, fine," I say, I want her off the phone, its too hard 
to see this far from the window. "I'll put something in 
the oven for him for later."

"Thank you Mrs. Drake, bye," she says sweetly.

I watch her hang up the phone. Then I move back to my 
position at the window. I can see her grab the desk with 
both hands, and my husband no longer controlled by this 
beautiful girl is dominating her. He grabs her hips and 
starts thrusting into her with determination.

I watch her face as a mix of pain and pleasure crosses 
it. She is not used to this, being used, or the harshness 
with which she is being used now. Her face gets redder, 
her eyes are clamped shut now, her breasts are jiggling 
wildly up and down her chest as she hangs on.

My husband thrusts harder now, I see his cock sliding in 
and out its full length, then he thrusts in and holds it 
in, his body tenses and then his hips buck a couple of 
time as he fills her bowel with his cum. I watch as she 
pushes back at him, motioning for him to let her up.

He pulls his cock out, its still hard, I am amazed at 
this, I have never seen him last this long before.

A little trickle of brownish stained cum leaks from her 
stretched arsehole.

He rolls her over onto her belly on the desk, and begins 
to enter her again, doggy style this time in the arse. 
She is really slippery from his cum now and she looks 
like she is enjoying it this time.

I feel sick now, I was getting hot before, but now, I was 
just sick to my soul. The man I had made my life with was 
betraying me in the worst way, and would keep on doing it 
into the small hours of the morning by the looks of it.

With my best efforts, I was never able to get a servicing 
like that from him. Now, with two kids, and a body 
showing signs of wear and tear, what hope did I have?

It had started with us, as I saw it with them now. He let 
me think I was in control, he was gentle, patient and 
kind. But by the end of the first night he was demanding, 
harsh, taking what he wanted with no consideration for 
me. Just as I saw happen to his receptionist today.

The young girl in the office would be ready and willing 
to do whatever he asked her to do tomorrow, regardless of 
the discomfort of the rough handling today. It was just 
the way he had.

I leave the building feeling sick, hurt, and incredibly 
horny. I make squelching noises as I walk. The need for 
vengeance comes up in my heart. I want him to pay for his 
betrayal, but how? I want him to feel the hurt I am 
feeling, and for the rest of his life too if possible. 
Just as I would feel hurt from watching him freely use 
another woman, one whose charms I can never equal.

How would he like it if he saw me having sex with another 
man? How would he like it if someone else filled my womb 
with their seed?

On the way home, the words I had spoken earlier to his 
receptionist whore, "I'll put something in the oven for 
him," took on a new meaning. 

Continued in part 2...

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