Mr. President 1(255)

What am I doing, hun? Why am I acting like this?

There are millions of women who haven’t had sex in six months, right? Marriage is about more than sex, right? Michael’s never so much as kissed me on the lips. In public, it’s always a pretend peck on the cheek. He’s never touched me. I’m pretty confident he blackmailed my father into forcing me to accept his marriage proposal.

But sure, that was wrong. But does it excuse my cheating on him?

No. I need to stop this. I’m at the kitchen's island. I put the coffee mug down and close my eyes. I hear Michael speaking from his office.#p#分页标题#e#

I bend over the counter, jutting my ass out. Toward Lance. I know he’s still there. I know he’s looking at my ass.

Yes, okay, I know. Shake your head at me, dear. Tell me I’m a slut, if you want. I honestly am so confused.

I’m swaying my ass in front of a young man’s cock and telling you I don’t want to cheat.

Maybe I need to just go somewhere else?

That’s when I feel his hands on my arms. I feel those strong hands first.

Then I feel his rock hard cock against my ass crack. The yoga pants are thin and I gasp as I feel his monster dick running over my ass. I want to whimper in delight.

“Lance, we can’t do this,” I say with noticeable shudders. I want it so fucking bad. “I can’t cheat on your father.”

Just thinking about what I said as Lance runs his cock up and down my ass is enough to get me close to cumming. What is it about this guy? I’m not usually into younger guys. I like older men, D/s type stuff. This is just so insane.

“I know Jocelyn,” Lance says in a deep voice and I feel his abs and chest against my back. His body is pressing up against me. He’s shirtless and I feel where his abs are rubbing against my bare back. Oh God. I close my eyes.

“I can’t cheat,” I say.

“Do you love him?” Lance asks.

I don’t answer. I can’t tell Lance the truth. That I didn’t even know Michael six months ago. That I haven’t learned anything about him since.

“Does he get you fucking wet, like I do?” Lance asks me. I’m thinking about that question when I feel his hands leave my arms and wrap themselves around me.

I need to put a stop to this. I need to…

His right hand travels to the waistband of my yoga pants and not even hesitating, dives in. I gasp as I feel his fingers go underneath my thong. Two fingers press down to the entrance of my pussy. Rubbing me delicately. Back and forth.

“Fuck, Jocelyn,” Lance says into my ear. “Does dad do this?”

Michael has never done anything like that to me in our entire marriage.

“I didn't think so,” Lance says. “He’s not someone who likes pussy.”

My eyes are half closed. My head lolls back into his. He leans over and kisses my neck right above my shoulders.

“You don’t…know that,” I manage to say. My breathing is coming in shorter gasps now as I feel Lance and his finger gently rubbing the hood of my clit, pressing down on it. He’s going to make me cum.

“I do,” Lance says back strongly. “Because I think my stepdad is gay.”

Wait.

What?

What the hell did Lance just say?

“That’s right,” Lance says softly into my ear, rubbing his tongue against it. His cock is grinding against my ass. His tongue is tracing outlines in my ear. His fingers are flicking my clit. And his voice is permeating my brain. It’s a wonder I’m still standing.

Am I just hearing what I want to hear?

“My dad is most likely gay, Jocelyn,” Lance says softly. “He doesn’t love you. And I’m willing to bet he’s never fucked you. In fact, he would be fucking disgusted if you tried.”

All those times I’ve tried to seduce Michael. All those times he looked like he could care less.

How did I ever miss this?

How could I have been so blind?

Does this make what Lance is doing right now okay?

I don’t know, but for the brief moment my brain has given me a reprieve, I feel the tension exit my body.

I’ll figure out later whether this is still cheating.#p#分页标题#e#

Right now, I’m going to cum. I’m going to enjoy this so much.

Lance’s hard body is pressing even harder against me. His pecs are pushing into my back. His left hand is now squeezing my tits hungrily. His mouth is planting kisses on the nape of my neck and he’s dragging his tongue up and down my upper spine.

And his fingers. Oh God, his fingers are smacking, flicking, and twisting my clit.

Michael can’t see us, of course. He’s too busy talking loudly to know what’s happening in the kitchen. How his stepson is defiling his wife.