EroticReverie

*commissioned*

It's been a week since I went to Brant's office and had sex with him, fucked him with his wife on the other line of the phone when she called. 

It's been a week of exchanged texts throughout the day, and sometimes late at night. I've been over there twice this past week, without being able to touch him, and he hadn't invited me to his office or called on me at all other than to talk dirty to him, to send him naughty pictures of the things he did to me. My wet pussy, my hard nipples, my face as I moan and finger myself daily, nightly, several times a day to the thought of him. 

I was currently ontop of Brett in my uniform before his big game, riding his cock, fucking him hard and fast as he just laid there watching, hands on my waist, trying not to cum. 

"Damn baby, you ride it so good" he groans. 

"Let me take the condom off" he groans. "I want to feel you baby, just once" he argues as I shake my head and keep riding, harder, faster, moaning as I try to cum, he grunts and grind on his cock.

"Bounce on it baby, ride me" he groans. 

I keep grinding , wanting my own orgasm for once. I close my eyes and imagine it was his father beneath me, but it was so hard to imagine that when Brant would never tell me to change what I was doing, he'd let me selfishly grind my clit and take my pleasure any way I wanted it. He'd be thrusting beneath me, he'd be too turned on to just lay there and watch me ride him, he'd throw me on my back and pound me relentlessly while telling me how good I felt bare. He'd tell me he wanted to fuck me till I was pregnant and I moaned. Biting my lips afraid I'll call his name. 

"come on Abby, fuck me baby, you know what I like" he groans and thrusts once upward to get me to bounce and I groan and fuck him like he wants. Bouncing my pussy up and down. 

"fuck yeah babe, hell yeah, fuck that dick baby" he groans and I fight the roll of my eyes, I was growing to hate sex with Brett. It felt like a chore now, when I knew just how a man was supposed to fuck a girl. 

"I wanna cum" I moan and he groans. 

"then cum with me" he groans. 

I grind again and push my pussy down and rock my hips. 

"baaabe" he groans. "not like that, do it good baby, you know how" he says and I fight the urge to slap him. 

"rub my clit" I moan and he reaches down his fingers pushing at my clit, way to hard, carelessly moving as he leans his head back as I ride him and I pant. 

"jesus" I groan, but its frustration that he mistakes for pleasure.

"hell yeah baby, feels good dont it?" he groans and rubs even harder and I decide no orgasm is better than a defective clit, which was what he was about to give me with the way he was butchering the simple task, as I push his hand away and do it myself. 

Just as I slip my hand up my skirt to take over he cums. 

A loud grunt as he thrusts, jerking his hips upward and he groans and then twitches slightly with a grunt and breathes heavily. 

"fuck me" I moan and keep riding him as I rub my clit and he groans and stops me and lifts me off. 

"baby, give me a minute...damn...damn Abby, you make me cum so fucking hard" he groans and I let out a heavy sigh and then climb off him and slip off the bed. 

"Where you going babe?" he asks as I snatch my panties from the floor and slip them on.

"I forgot I have to meet a few of the girls from the team before heading to the game" I say, lying. 

"mmmm, we're going to the party tonight at Mack's place right?" he asks and I shrug. 

"I dont know" I say and he frowns.

"Come on, whats up with you lately, are we good?" he asks as I adjust my skirt and grab my purse and my phone. 

"we're fine Brett...I just don't know if I feel like going and watching you and your friends crush beers cans like cavemen" I say and he just stares and his brows lift. 

"Wow." he says. 

I roll my eyes. 

"You starting your period or something?" he asks and bite my tongue. 

no Brett. Im just horny and unsatisfied and would rather fuck a german shepard at this point. I say none of that. 

"Yeah, must be, sorry." I say. 

"Its alright babe." he says and I fight my eye roll.

"Thanks, see ya" I say and turn and walk out of his room and walk down the stairs and outside where I see Brant and Celia, who must just be getting home from work, making out in the driveway. 

I don't know why, but the vision irks me. It's his wife after all, he should be kissing her. But I'm jealous, jealous that she has an amazing lover for a husband, and that Im stuck as his side piece, and with her selfish prick of a son. 

I keep walking down the steps and Brant looks up from kissing his wife, his hands on her ass in her pencil skirt and then slips his hands to her waist and pulls back gently. 

"what?" Celia giggles and then turns and she gasps and laughs, blushing. 

"Oh hi Abby" she says and wipes her lips discreetly. 

"Hi Mrs. Jacobs" I say with a smile as I walk to my car. 

"Leaving so soon?" Brant asks casually.

"Yeah. Have things to do before the game." I say and Celia kisses Brant's cheek and he playfully swats her ass as she walks towards the house. 

"Well, see you at the game sweetie." Celia says and carries her briefcase and purse inside as her husband walks towards me as I stand at my car, hand on the door handle. 

"what's wrong?" he asks standing close but not to close, with his hands in his pockets. 

"Nothing" I say. "See you at the game." I say and he steps closer and shakes his head. 

"Don't do that. What's wrong?" he asks, one hand coming out and chucking me under the chin. I jerk my head away and then look back at him. 

"Abigail..." he says softly. 

"It's nothing." I say and he looks over his shoulder and then back at me. 

"I was hoping you'd stay a bit." he says and then lowers his voice even further. 

"I miss you." he says and I feel my heart skip and I shuffle on my feet and look down. 

"That's great" I say. 

"you don't miss me?" he asks and I lift my eyes. 

"You know I do." I say and he gives me a little smile. 

I wasn't just screwing my boyfriends father, I was wanting more, more of what I couldn't have, what I was smart enough to know would never happen. This was just fun, it was just sex, I was just a mid life crisis for a hot married man. 

"I think we should stop." I say and his eyes jump. 

"What?" he asks. 

I shrug. 

"It's not right. I...I love Brett" I say. 

He huffs a laugh. "Do you now?" 

I narrow my brows at him. "Yes." 

He looks over his shoulder and then back at me and steps forward and his hand comes up discreetly in front of us and he slips two fingers around the waist of my cheer skirt and tugs me to him. 

"We're not stopping Abigail, because I need you too much." he says and I inhale as his fingers skim the waist. 

"I need to fuck you baby" he says and I feel my cunt clench.

"Now?" I ask. 

"Now." he says and I swallow hard. 

"Cause I know you came here to fuck my son, and by the look on your face, you've got a wet little pussy left terribly unsatisfied yet again...and I wanna take care of that for you." he says and I lick my lips. 

"Am i right?" he asks, cocking his head and sliding his hand away and back into his pocket. 

"Yes" I answer and he grins slightly. 

"Are your parents home?" he asks. I nod. 

"Meet me at Marcells Grocery." he says. Park near the back of the lot." he says and I nod. 

"I'll leave in ten minutes, ten minutes behind you." he says and I nod again. 

He smiles.

"I cant wait to kiss you Abigail." he whispers and I lick my lips and he groans. 

"Get in your car before I fuck you against it and ruin both of our lives. " he says under his breath and I bite my lip and he looks at my mouth. 

"see you soon." he says and turns, and walks away.