Cheating turns to love

In three days I'm getting married for the second time in my life to a man nine years younger than me.

He is my best friend and the love of my life.

It didn't start out that way.

But, I love Lane with all my heart.

This is how it all started.

I started fucking Lane when he was a senior in high school.
I say fucking.
Because at first, that is what it was.
Fucking.
Plain nasty fucking.
He was my dirty little secret.
My escape.

It started out as just some playful flirting.
Lane and my nephew are best friends and being my nephew were always hanging around.
Lane was always at the house.

Well, one evening when my nephew fell asleep early and my husband was out of town working.

It had been a while since my husband had fucked me.

I was tired, bored, and restless. So I decided to seduce Lane.

We started out on the couch.
But, I was afraid my nephew would hear us.
That and Lane's cock is bigger than my husband's.

Lane isn't hung like a prize mule.
But, he has enough to hit all the right places without causing pain.

So I knew I would be moaning a little bit.
I'm a little noisy to start with.
But, with the size of Lane's cock and the mood I was in.
I figured it best we were not in the front room.

So I took Lane downstairs and fucked him on that couch.
And the chair.
And table.
And on the pool table.
And up against the wall.
And in the middle of the floor.
It was fun and exciting.

That first time I sucked him off he only lasted maybe five minutes before his cock swelled up and erupted in my mouth.

I never let my husband cum in my mouth.

But, I greedily sucked Lane dry as I looked him in the eye swallowing every drop of his yummy dick juice.

I also knew he would last longer once he got to fucking my pussy.

After Lane finished cumming in my mouth. I looked at him smiling.
"That was yummy." I giggled tugging on his hard pole.

It didn't take me long to get Lane hard again either.
But, hell he never really went soft anyway.

I rode him.
He rode me.
We humped and fucked all over the basement.
I let Lane experiment all he wanted too.

I did have to give a couple of pointers though.

Like when he did me in the ass.

I let him know he could not just shove his big dick in me and start fucking.

Not at first anyway.

I told him he had to get me loosened up first.

So he licked and finger my asshole until I was a quivering mess.

That was a treat.
It is something my husband never did or even attempted.

Lane though made a meal out of my little asshole.

By the time he was done preparing me, he had three fingers stuck in my ass making me cum like a broken water line and I fucking loved it.

It still took some work to get Lanes full length in my asshole.
But, once he did, it was on.

I would have never guessed having a cock shoved up my ass would feel so good.

But, it was one mind-blowing orgasm after another.

I was sitting on the couch, looking at Lane with a screwed-up face of orgasmic pleasure, with my legs spread wide and my ankles pinned to the back of the couch, when Lane grunted hard and pumped my overly stretched asshole full of cum filling my guts with his nut nectar.

That was the most intense fucking I had taken in a long time.

With my ass full of cum.
I pulled Lane to me and kissed him deeply until his cock went limp enough it wouldn't stay in my taking asshole.


Not that I wanted him to quit fucking me.

But, I needed some relief.
My asshole was getting sore and my legs were starting to hurt.

After I got Lane off me and caught my breath.

We talked for a little bit. As he held me tight making me feel wanted.

Standing up.
I reached for Lane and pulled him to me where I made out with him again.

I started to suck him off again.
But, I figured I better clean him up first.
Considering where his sexy cock had just been.
So I pulled him to the shower we have downstairs and gave him a nice sexy shower.

After I made sure he was clean.
I got down on my knees and gave him a very elegant and sexy blow job. Pulling him right to the edge and holding him there, for my pleasure.

Then I stood up facing Lane and spread my legs.
Pulling him between my legs I kissed and tasted Lane as he gently pushed his man meat into bringing me to a nice gentle and relaxing orgasm at the same time he slowly worked his hard cock into me filling me with the last load of nut candy for the night.

We washed up and went to our rooms after that, being pleasurably exhausted.


A couple of days later I laid underneath my husband moaning softly as he pumped into me.

I liked it and it felt good.

But, I wished it was Lane the one on top of me.

Not only does he have more meat than my husband. He also has more intensity and passion.

I got my rocks off.
My husband did do that for me.
But, that was about it.

A couple of days later my husband wanted to do me again.

I just had no interest in fucking him.
It's not that I didn't love my husband and still want to be with him.
I just had no interest to have sex with him.
He did nothing for me in bed.

But, being the good wife I am,
I bent over the back of the couch.
Spread my legs and wiggled my tight little ass at my husband and took my fucking.

But, being that I wasn't looking at him. I closed my eyes and dreamed it was Lane behind pulling my hair and slapping my little bubble butt.

It helped too.
Because I came like a geyser.

After that, I started texting Lane more. We had texted twice since I slept with him.
But, now we were texting all day.
We even talked all the phone a couple of times.

I told him I wanted to see him again.
So we made a date for Friday night.

Friday night I made an excuse to go out.
I told my husband I was meeting a friend for drinks.

It was a lie.
I was going to meet Lane.
I had been texting him all day.
I was horny for him and I wanted to fuck him.

I tried to get him to cut class.
But, he couldn't.

I even sent him a picture of my very wet slit.

But, he had tests.


I wanted this to be special for Lane. So I dug out the matching black lace crotchless panties and matching push-up bra I had bought for my upcoming anniversary.
Teased my hair slipped into some cut-offs and out the door, I went.

I parked my car at the bar and climbed into the truck with Lane.

We hadn't even got out of the drive yet when leaned over in his truck seat pulled his sexy cock out and started sucking it.

Jesus was I fucking horny and in bad need of a good fuck.

I told Lane to just drive around for a little bit while I sucked him off.

I was enjoying the excitement of giving him road head.

It turns out it was something I would repeat several times over with pleasure.

When we pulled through the park Lane stopped and leaned back in his seat holding my head as he blasted several large wads of tasty spunk down my throat.

"Fucking Christ, I needed that!" I smiled proudly at Lane after I got every drop of cum I could from his big cock, wiping my lips with a dirty smile.

I had Lane drive us to a cheap motel out off a county road that was off the beaten path where no one would find us.

There we fucked like animals.

Lane took me over and over again.

Bringing the woman out in me more times than I could count.

Lane fucked me with everything he had and giving me more than I could handle.

It was almost three in the morning when we left our little secret getaway.

My pussy was sore and I knew I'd never shit right again my asshole was so used up.

But, I felt good and alive.
I could have spent forever locked away in that motel room, just enjoying Lane's body, and would have if had asked me to.

By the time I got home, it was after four.

Hey, I had to give Lane one more sucking before I left him.
I thought I would and I tried to get one more squirt from him.
But, it wasn't happening.

I guess the four he gave me earlier in the evening emptied his tank.

I figured my husband would be up wondering where I was.
But, he was sound asleep.

I was prepared for an argument when I woke the next morning.

But, my husband wasn't home.

So, I enjoyed the peace and the quiet.
I reflected back on the previous night's events.
Slowly rubbing my sore muff.

I was thinking about Lane when my phone beeped.

"I have to drive down to the lake.
You want to ride along" The message read.

"Oh, and by the way, my tongue is sore this morning."

The second message read as I was thinking about his first making me laugh.

"Well, it got put to a lot of good use last night 😛" I typed back smiling to myself.

"I'm ready to do it again." The next message read.

"So, you want to ride down to the lake with me." The second message read.

"What's at this lake?" I sent back.

"A cabin." Lane sent back.

"Does this cabin have a bed?" I sent back.

"And a hot tub." Lane sent back.

"Give me a few minutes and I'll get back to you." I sent back thinking about having Lane alone in a cabin with a hot tub.

I texted my husband. But, he didnt answer quickly enough for me.
So I called him.

That is when he informed me that he and his buddies were on a fishing trip and he wouldn't be back till Monday afternoon.

Luckily I had no neighbors close to me.

"Do I need a bathing suit?" I sent back to Lane.

That is how it all began between Lane and me.

We spent all night in at the cabin, fucking multiple times throughout the afternoon and evening.

For almost two years everything was good.
I was getting fucked by Lane almost anytime I wanted.
My husband was none the wiser.
I'd throw him some pussy once a month or so or suck his dick.
Usually, I would fuck him just long enough to get a nut.
But, nothing more.

But, other than being married.
I was Lanes.
We had talked about me divorcing my husband several times. But, I just kept putting it on the back burner.

I'd just start undressing or something like that.

Well, I called Lane one afternoon to see if he wanted to hook up.
I was out shopping and my husband was at work.
So I figured I'd get me a little afternoon romp in.

I knew something was up by the tone in Lane's voice.
Then I heard her voice in the background.

I was angry and hurt.
How could he do this to me?

Another thing that happened at that time.
I missed my period.
I never missed my period.
I was as regular as the moon phases.
I didn't need a test to tell me what I already knew.

Usually, we talked every day.

Lane knew I was pissed.

So I gave it a couple of days and cooled off and went and bought a test.
I was right and I knew who the father was.

"We need to talk. I'll be at your place. at 5." I sent him.

I planned on telling him I forgave him and as long as he promised to never do it again I would never bring it up again.

I put on a sexy little outfit Lane really likes.
Just in case.

But, Lane had other plans altogether.

I was sitting at his kitchen table when he came in.
I didn't say anything. I just looked at him for a little bit admiring him.

"Listen" I started. But, Lane cut in and took control of the situation.

"Becky. Before we go to far.
Yes, I was with another woman the other day when you called.
I've been seeing her for a while now." Lane said in a calm voice.

"How long is a while?" I asked hurt.

"A while." He said looking at me.

"So I'm the other woman now?" I asked him thinking about a million things at once.

"No, Becky. Your not the other woman. She is the other woman. For now." Lane said looking at me.

"What do you mean for now?" I asked him nervously.

"Well, you have some decisions to make." Lane said sternly.

"What kinda decisions?" I asked looking Lane right in the eye.

"Well, this is all up to you." Lane said in a serious tone.
"We can continue as we are. But, you'll just see less of me.
You can join us when Kelly comes over so you can be with me more." Lane said taking a breath.

"And what's my last option?" I asked.

"You can move in with me and I won't see Kelly ever again." Lane smiled "or any other woman."

Lane laid it all out there for me. It was all on me.
I knew what he wanted.
We had talked about it several times.

But, this was the first time it was serious and I knew it would be the last.

I also knew I was about to make the biggest decision of my life.

I also knew when my husband found out I was pregnant he would divorce me anyway.
Since he can't have kids.

It was a lot for me to take in.
It was making my head spin.

"I need some time to think and get this all sorted out," I told Lane as I stood up.

"Becky, I'll never regret anything between us. No matter what decision you make." Lane smiled at me. "And always know that I will always love you."

I thought it over.

I also thought my husband would be different when I told him I was leaving him.

But, it didn't really seem to bother him all that much.

My husband did ask if there was someone else.
I didn't lie to him. I told him the truth.

When my husband asked me if I loved him.
I thought for a second before I answered.
Thinking about Lane and all our adventures.

"Yes. Yes, I do." I smiled at my husband proudly.

My husband told me he stilled loved me.
But, he hadn't been in love with me for a while now.
Which kinda broke my heart.

I was in the kitchen setting the table when Lane came through the door.

"Dinner will be ready by the time you get out of the shower." I smiled as I walked up and kissed him.

Lane just smiled at me pulling me into his arms and squeezing my ass.

"You can have all that you want for the rest of your life." I giggled at Lane.
"But, first you need to shower and eat." I finished with a lusty smile.

Lane took me that night right there on the kitchen table in the middle of all the dishes and leftover food.

Thank good that table was built like a tank.

Because he screwed me hard and deep with all his passion.

"Lane, I have something I need to tell you," I whispered softly as we laid in bed that night.

That was when I broke the news to him that he was gonna be a father.

I should have waited till the morning to do it.
Because mounted me and kept me turned on for well over three hours.

I have more. But, it can wait.