Page 3 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

Gripping her hair in my fist, I lift up my coworker’s mini skirt and yank down her panties.

Her ass is in front of me, her cheeks twitching with excitement. My cock is already hard as a rock.

“Fuck,” Vivi moans. “Put it in me. God, it’s been way too long.”

I grab a condom from my back pocket and roll it down my cock.

Vivi’s already got her legs spread exactly how I like them, but I bend her down a little further, making sure her back is arched and her hips tipped up for me. Then I sink forward and bury myself deep inside her.

She’s wet and ready, and I shut out everything except the pleasure of the sounds my cock makes in her pussy, the way her ass looks as my thick cock makes her whole body shudder and shake.

Pulling her hair up, I’m transfixed by how our bodies look, joining together with sharp slaps of flesh, guttural grunts breaking from both our lips.

Her mewls and cries rise as she nears her peak, and she reaches slim fingers forward to rub her clit, faster as my pace picks up and when she releases with a high-pitched wail muffled by my hand, I come too, emptying my balls and unloading my cum in her.

CHAPTER 3

Clementine

Where is my husband? Why isn’t he back yet?

“The show is about to start,” I said nervously, craning my head around his boss to look for Grayson.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Mr. Thomas said, smiling kindly at me. “Nothing to worry about.”

“Wait, Vivi’s gone too,” I noticed, and I felt my stomach suddenly plummet in a sickening drop.

The last thing I want to be is the stupid jealous wife stereotype, always suspicious of her husband just because he’s tall and broad-shouldered and incredibly handsome.

I can’t let my insecurity get the better of me, even when it comes to Vivi.

Grayson has always worked long hours at his accounting firm, sometimes well into the evening or on the weekends, but it’s been even worse lately. Whole days when I can’t get ahold of him. Business trips on the weekend where he won’t text back for hours.

“Oh, Clementine, you have nothing to worry about with Vivi,” Williams said.

“Of course not,” Nakamura chimed in. “It’s all strictly professional.”

“They’ve been friends for a long time,” Williams added.

Oh god, was this my immature jealousy getting the better of me again?

I chided myself for how my mind had gone way too quickly to suspicion. What reason did I have to doubt my husband’s fidelity? He didn’t even have a password-protected phone!

Men and women can be friends, I told myself fiercely. I was just being old-fashioned and insecure.

But my anxiety was still spiking, my pulse pounding like crazy.

I was just wondering if I should try to go find him when Grayson slid into the seat next to me.

“What did I miss?” he asked, putting an arm around my shoulders.

My pulse should go back down to normal. My husband was back.

But something made me glance up, past where he bent to give me a soft kiss on the forehead.

And my eyes met Vivi’s.

Her lip was curled contemptuously as her eyes met mine and for a second my heart skipped a beat, even as my husband’s lips were on my forehead and his strong arm around me.

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