Page 8 of Dirty Rotten Cheating Husband

Wondering at my own boldness, since normally I was a very shy person, I went up to the desk clerk.

“I lost my room key,” I said. “My husband Grayson Bentley and I are staying here and I don’t want to wake him up in case he’s napping.”

“What’s your room number?” the clerk asked.

“I don’t remember,” I said, holding his eyes and trying to look innocent.

“Sure, honey,” the desk clerk said, winking at me and handing over a key. “Room 302. Just don’t tell anyone I did this.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking the key with cold, numb fingers.

So he was here.

My fingers were like ice by the time I reached 302.

The door opened and I slipped inside, taking care not to make any noise.

And I saw Grayson there in bed with her.

With Vivi.

They were facing in my direction, but they were both way too occupied to notice me.

She was on her hands and knees on the bed in front of him, her eyes closed as he pounded into her from the back. Vivi was making breathy moans of pleasure as he sunk his cock deep inside her.

“Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Give it to me, boss man.”

Oh my god.

Grayson was behind her, both big hands on her ass, yanking her hips back to meet his thrusts, their naked flesh connecting in sharp, wet smacks.

My legs seemed frozen in place, and I couldn’t tear my horrified eyes away.

The way there was a sheen of sweat on Grayson’s chest, like they’d been fucking for hours.

The way his thick gold wedding band shone against her pale skin.

The way he was thrusting into her so hard I could see the base of his thick dick every time he pulled out only to slam back in her.

The way there were a few discarded condom wrappers on the pure white sheets.

Fuck. They had been doing it for hours.

The room stank of sex and heat.

“You like taking my fat dick?” my husband growled, and I wanted to vomit.

“Yes, baby!” she squealed. “Oh my god, I’m going to come.”

He grunted in response, his heavy balls slapping her stupid perky ass cheeks.

“I’m going to unload my fat sack in you,” Grayson said, and I felt like I was going to faint on the floor.

I wanted to rage at him, but I was ashamed to feel my eyes fill with tears and all I could muster was one croaked,

“Grayson.”

His head jerked up to mine, and I thought I’d never forget the way his broad chest was heaving, the way his face was tight with lust, how hungry he was to come in his perfect beautiful blonde coworker’s pussy.

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