u/jak-123

I lay in bed and open my phone on instinct. Disappointed once more.

My wife lays by my side, a beautiful, loving woman who I've given my life to, and would die for in a heartbeat. She would be the mother of my children when we choose to; my parents love her; our friends all adore her.

She lays asleep on her side while I talk myself out of indulgence. I simply scroll Reddit and look at the hot new political takedowns scraped from Twitter.

And there it is. The notification lights my face as it appears at the upper edge of my screen. Two words.

"Evening, Daddy"

I grind my teeth innately, and yet my cock twitches at the simple text.

Your number isn't saved, it never has been. And I purge my phone each time I fail to control myself. My wife trusts me implicitly, she loves me, she thinks I am the perfect husband. I am, almost.

"You have irritating timing" I write back, my thumbs wishing they could crash through the screen onto your flesh.

"I assume those balls of yours haven't been adequately purged? Good thing I'm free right now if they need me, Daddy. I know you get so very frustrated when that frigid bitch doesn't tend to you like I can.”

I can see your smug grin already in my mind. That goddamn grin.

"Don't you dare talk about my wife like that you fucking whore."

"You say that, but I know that when you're inside me and I say it, your cock pulses inside me. Maybe I say the things you don't dare to think."

I grind my teeth once more.

I should delete the messages, turn off my phone, and go to sleep. But then why am I putting on a hoodie and grabbing my keys? Why am I leaving the love of my life in our marital bed and speeding down quiet, lamplit streets? Why am I texting you that I'm outside?

The smile enters the car before you do. The smug, confident grin of a woman who's got a man wrapped around her finger tighter than his ring.

"Hi Daddy."

I hardly respond but simply glare into your eyes with equal parts anger and lust.

Of course, I already knew what your outfit would look like. A thigh-high plaid skirt, black and dark blue. A low-cut white tank top that shows off your abundant cleavage, royal blue lingerie poking out slightly, enticing me in. My favourite colour contrasting with your pale skin. Your long black hair falls in front of your shoulders, surrounding your tits by design. Black lipstick frames your wicked grin while your piercing green eyes gaze back at me, daring me to do what I don't want to, but need to.

I drive us back towards my house, I keep my eyes on the road, but I can feel your gaze as I grip the steering wheel.

"What was her excuse today, Daddy?" You ask playfully, like a cat toying with a mouse before it's meal. "Was she tired? Long day at work maybe? Or was she just not in the mood?" I try imprint my fingers into the steering wheel as my knuckles go white. "Been too long hasn't it. I'd almost thought you'd forgotten about me. But we both know that isn't really possible, is it?"

"Do you ever shut up?" I snap back.

"I do when that hard cock's down my throat" you whisper in my ear. My cock jolts at the feeling of your warm breath on my ear.

I pull around the corner of my house, into the private garage we own with the property. As the garage door begins to rise on command, your fingers glide their way to my cock through my sweatpants. I swat your hand away from it. God knows why, it'll be in your mouth within a few minutes.

The garage is full of junk and old antiques my wife and I are holding onto purely as we don't have the enerhy to scrap or sell them. The only piece that's untouchable is the dining table that my wife's mother made for her decades passed. It had become too old and outdated to be moved into our new home, but my wife had kept it for sentimental reasons.

I close the garage door behind us with the key fob and turn off the engine. The headlights stay on though, illuminating us both with enough light to indulge ourselves in.

Your hand snakes up my arm and then to the back of my neck. Your honey-sweet words pour into my ear again.

"We can make this quick if you like?" Your other hand grips my throbbing cock through the material of my pants. "But, I don't think you want it to be quick, do you? I think we need to make up for lost time. What is it? A month since you've last felt my touch, Daddy?.... Tut tut tut, you know that's not good for you when you leave it that long."

Your hand winds its way under my pants and onto my now solid cock, I inhale through my teeth at your touch.

"You know when you're pent up like this that you take it out on her? Isn't that what you told me? You don't treat her as she deserves. You don't love her like she needs." My blood boils in my veins. "You're doing this for her really aren't you? This is all for her. Does that make it feel better Daddy? Does it make it better when I try to help you justify it? Or would you prefer me to just remind you that my pussy is just simply. Better. Than. Hers?"

I grab a fistful of your hair with one hand, and free my cock with the other.

I slam your already gaping mouth down onto me as I push you up and down my shaft over and over. You take it deep. Deeper than my wife could even imagine. Each time I push you down you take every inch like it's three inches rather than six.

Your saliva begins to coat my shaft and head as your tongue and lips remind me of pleasure most immoral.

I push your head down now and hold you in place, I feel you choke slightly but you don't pull away.

"Filthy. Fucking. Whore" I growl down at you.

I finally give you a chance to breathe, and pull you back up by your hair to see saliva dribbling down your chin. Your mascara is beginning to leak down your cheeks already. And yet that smile still prevails. That fucking arrogant grin that haunts my dreams/nightmares. The grin that has ruined birthday parties, dinners, family days out. And even my own wedding day.

That grin is a weapon. One that you use against me at will, and with glee.

I've lost count of the times you've appeared unannounced at a function to flash me those lips, and then vanish as quick as you materialized. At those moments there is an illusion of choice for me. I can continue to spend time with my loved ones, or I can go and have shameful, depraved sex with you, wherever I end up finding you.

But there is no choice. My brain can scream at me that I am a monster for what I'm doing to my loving wife, that she completes me, that she deserves better. But the problem is not my brain. It is my body. My body assumes control and moves me into your orbit. And then minutes later I'm pounding into you wherever I can find. A bathroom, against a wall in an alleyway, my car. And the grin gets what it wants. It always does.

That same grin flashes at me again in the dim headlight reflected on the garage wall.

"You're right Daddy. I am a filthy fucking whore. And that's why you keep fucking me over that bitch who's sleeping round the corner."

My lips crash into you, and my tongue attacks yours. My hand grips your throat as I kiss lips I hate more than any in the world. And then I throw you back into your seat.

I move out of the car, and you follow suit. I go to shove you against the nearest wall, but you evade me and bend yourself over my wife's treasured dinner room table. You look back at me, your arse swaying slightly from side to side enticingly.

"Come on now Daddy. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right." you wink back at me causing a blood vessel to flare in my neck. "Of course, I know you'd much prefer to fuck me in her bed. But this will do for now.”

I march my way over to you and spin you around. My hand grips your throat once more as I stare into the eyes of an evil, vindictive woman. One that I simply can't get out of my system.

Your hand moves down between your thighs as you stare back at me silently. You start to touch yourself softly, your fingers simply teasing your hole to ready it for what is to come.

You reach back up to your mouth now and suck the juices from your fingers. Your eyes never diverting from mine.

"Mmmmm" you moan into yourself. "I do taste good today, Daddy. Won't you try?"

I glare back at you silently and then pick you up, and place you atop the edge of the dining room table. I spread your legs and push your skirt away to find what I expected. No underwear.

I hungrily bury my face into your pussy, licking, sucking and tasting you like a parched traveller stumbling upon a creek.

"Oh fuck Daddy, yes!" you moan into the dimly lit garage. "God is that woman missing out. How can she not like head when your mouth is this skilled?" You mean it as part compliment, part insult to my wife. I ignore you and focus on my feed.

I slip two fingers inside you now, as my tongue focuses on your clit. I hook my fingers back and forth as they slide in and out effortlessly. Your hands grip my hair as if to drive my face.

As much as I hate your guts, I love feeling you cum, so I move with you. Listening to your breathing. Sensing your body's movement. Wanting to feel your thighs quiver around my skull.

"She doesn't taste like me does she Daddy. She doesn't taste as sweet as this pussy. Because you always need a taste of me don't you? Get your fill Daddy. It's all yours."

My fingers begin to fuck you faster now as my tongue dances on your clit.

"Please Daddy. Please" you beg.

I know you're edging closer now. Once you stop your sinful jibes, I know you need release. I redouble my efforts with both tongue and fingers as your breathing starts to become ragged. You grip my hair tighter now, spurring me on. Your back arches slightly.

Then suddenly.

BANG

It hits you like a freight-train. The orgasm washes over you as your legs shake around me. I don't let up, as I continue to feast on you while my fingers are gripped by your pussy.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" is all you can manage from your usually silver-tongued mouth. Your ragged words echo against the walls as you slowly recover. I raise myself up to face you, your juices coating my beard as I lick my lips gleefully.

You grab a hold of my still exposed cock with one hand. You stroke it slowly as my eyes blaze into yours, wishingI could set you alight.

“I can tell he’s missed my touch, Daddy. I can tell that she’s not been treating you right. Of course she loves you, respects you. Makes you laugh and smile. Tells you about her day and asks you about yours. Indulges in your inside jokes, cooks your favourite foods, and tends to you when you’re ill. But we both know that where she doesn’t treat you right, is right here.”

Your hand still strokes my rock-solid cock up and down slowly, from balls to head.

"And that just makes you so frustrated, doesn’t it? And so here we are, in your garage, over her mother’s precious dining table. With your cock in the hand of a woman who knows how to treat it right.”

It feels like I could boil you to death in my blood right now. The hatred only seems to fuel me though. Somehow the depravity of it all makes me so much more turned on. The insults about her, the mocking of my clear inability to control myself around you. All of it makes me want to fuck you until you can’t stand. To fuck you like I hate you, to fuck you like I can destroy you with my body.

I could stop all of this at any time. Nobody is forcing me here, on this table, in this garage, in your hand. I could walk back to my house and sleep next to the woman I love. But I don’t. I can’t. Because I am a fly within a black widow’s web.

“So do what you need to, Daddy. Fuck your whore like you can’t fuck your wife.”

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