Behind Her Husband's Back: Torrid Tales of Cheating Wives & Girlfriends

By Lindsay Oz

Some sluts just have to cheat -- and God, we love them. This book presents many tales of cheating wives and girlfriends, sucking and fucking behind their significant other's back. Some stories are short, some long. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lindsay Oz
• Release date: Dec 26, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310619519

Lindsay Oz

Lindsay Oz has a very vivid erotic imagination and some small ability to write entertaining text. M. Oz can be reached with commentary and/or movie adaptation offers at gollygeewhiz at angelic dot com. M. Oz already knows you really really really like the way M. Oz describes blowjobs, though.

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FOREWORD

It is sometimes troubling to consider the lack of faith and trust in today's world, especially among monogamous couples. Cheating has become so common as to be very nearly accepted or even expected, much as it was in ancient Rome... a husband or wife would have affairs that were not publicly acknowledged, but were tolerated, or turned a blind eye to, by the other spouse.

This book contains many anecdotes regarding these sort of affairs, where a member of a committed monogamous couple is seeking sexual satisfaction with someone other than their acknowledged partner... an ex lover, a co worker, a neighbor, sometimes even a random stranger. What price is exacted by these casual, treacherous liaisons? What emotional damage is done? These are important and worthwhile questions to consider.

- The Editors

CASE FILE #CW6721

Dana (married) & Allen (living monogamously with girlfriend) – co workers

NARRATED TO TAPE BY ALLEN

We shouldn't be doing this, Dana mumbled, her moist lips against mine, my tongue probing past her teeth to touch hers. Even as she flicked my tongue with hers, she had both hands in my lap, unbuckling my belt, then working on the snap of my jeans.

Her own white sleeveless blouse was pushed down around her waist and her bra had been pitched into the back seat of her car five minutes prior, about two minutes after she'd first pulled in next to the bus stop where I normally wait for my bus home. Her magnificently mammoth mammaries, 38FFs, were spilling solidly against her freckled arms as she fumbled to get my jeans open.

No, we shouldn't have been doing it. Dana was married, and a prim, proper Born Again Christian wife into the bargain. I had a live in girlfriend. Yet for the last two weeks, Dana had been driving me to my bus stop after work, and then we'd been making out like crazed kids... and over the last several days, a lot more than that, too.

At 4'10 and probably 150 very voluptuous pounds, Dana was unusual looking, to say the least. She is a tiny little woman as regards her height, but her shortness is actually brought on by some medication her mother took when pregnant. Dana has the weight and shape she would have had if she'd been six to eight inches taller, which on her translates to frankly huge 44DD breasts and an otherwise chunky, solid as a brick blockhouse little build. Frizzy blond-brown hair cut short and blue eyes behind big oversize glasses and a low husky, very sexy voice. I'd had a very sexual crush on her since I'd started working for that company, where Dana was receptionist, but she was married and I was living with someone, and beyond that, Dana was very old fashioned and straight laced and deeply religious, so I'd never thought there was anything in it... although I'd closed my eyes many times while fucking my girlfriend and imagined it was Dana."

The first night she'd dropped me off, I'd leaned over to kiss her before getting out of the car. Dana and I had been innocently physically affectionate before this – well, innocent for her, totally lecherous for me. We'd hugged each other, anyway. Dana was the sort of person who genuinely loved everyone in a Christian way, or she thought she did, anyway. On one previous occasion, when she'd come back to work after a week's vacation, I'd hugged her and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead, and I think she'd surprised both of us by lifting her head up at the last second so I kissed her on the mouth instead. I didn't try to slip her the tongue or anything – I would have assumed at the time that she'd scream and slap me if I'd tried – but to my continuing surprise, she didn't jump back from the lip contact, either. My arms had been around her shoulders, hers around my waist, and when our lips touched, she went still and made a little 'huh' sound. I went totally still, too. Our lips stayed together for maybe two seconds – and then I straightened up again. Dana had been blushing bright red, but when I'd said sorry she'd shaken her head and said no, no, don't worry about it, it was fine.

That had seemed to start a little something between us. After that, on the rare occasion that we found ourselves alone together at the office where we both worked and it was the first time we'd seen each other that day, Dana would come to me with a sigh and hug me and put her face up, obviously expecting a kiss. And I'd always hug her back and oblige her with a smooch. Nothing more than a light peck, two or three seconds, no real lip movement, certainly no tongue. But it turned into something that happened usually once or twice a week, and I found I looked forward to it. I think Dana did, too.

So anyway, at the bus stop that first night, my intent had been another simple peck. Dana turned her head for it with a smile, obviously expecting it.

Our lips met, and I don't know what happened. For me, there had always been a sensual little jolt of pleasure whenever I touched Dana or kissed her, but I'd never thought she'd felt it as well... I'd always figured she was just giving me the Christian kiss of fellowship, or whatever.

But that time the kiss went on for quite a few seconds, and there was maybe just a hint of lip movement. Finally, after thirty seconds or so, I sat back. That keeps happening, I said, trying to make it light. I'm going to start thinking you like me or something.

Well, Dana had said, her cheeks red, but looking right at me, I hope you know I love you, Allan. As a friend. As Christ instructs us.

I'd been feeling the usual surge of lust I always feel when I'm around Dana, but a wave of warmth went through me when she said that. You are the sweetest, nicest person I know, Dana, I'd told her gently, reaching over to touch her cheek. Of all the people I know who claim to be Christians, I think you are the only one I really believe. And I hope you know I love you too.

Thank you, Allan, she'd said solemnly. She'd looked down at my fingers, still brushing her cheek, and then lowered her head and kissed my knuckles.

You're very welcome, I'd said, and then, because it felt so natural, I'd slid closer to her and kissed her on the mouth again.

That time our glasses had clashed together, but at the same time, she'd made a little moaning sound and her arms had gone around my neck and she'd tilted her head a little to the side and I'd felt her lips part just a little and her breath, warm and sweet, against my own lips. I'd put my own arms around her and pulled her closer to me and been surprised to feel the tip of her tongue against my upper teeth.

Then our tongues had been moving together, with Dana moaning and protesting about how we shouldn't be doing it in between every minute long tongue slurping deep wet mouth devouring French kiss.

She drove me to the bus stop every night for the rest of the week, and we made out like kids in the front seat of her car until my bus got there every night, too. We hadn't talked about it, in the car or at work... hadn't even acknowledged it, although Dana would blush a little sometimes when our eyes met, and when we ran into each other in the break room, if we were alone, she'd come into my arms with a sigh of pleasure to be hugged and given one of our more typical lip-brush kisses, and sometimes when we passed in the hall, our hands would meet and clasp each other as we walked by, and we'd extend our arms out to their full length to keep our fingers clasped together as long as we could while we were moving in opposite directions. And smile over our shoulders at each other.

I felt like a schoolkid with a crush – one of those wonderful crushes that was, apparently, mutual. I had no idea where things were going and it felt amazing.

The Friday of that first week, after ten minutes or so of really hot and heavy tongue kissing that was the most intense it had ever been since we'd started, Dana had somehow spotted my bus coming up the street and made me get out of the car. All weekend long I'd figured she was done giving me rides to the bus stop, given how much she'd been protesting during that last make out session, but on Monday morning, I'd no sooner arrived at work and gotten logged onto my computer than she'd slipped furtively into the word processing room and whispered, in a voice that was half eager, half ashamed, that she'd give me a ride to the corner that night if I wanted. I'd been surprised, but had told her that would be great.

I'd thought she'd slipped out again, but instead she just stood there, her hands clasped together, looking at me nervously but somehow expectantly. She'd been right behind my chair. I'd leaned back and murmured 'thank you' and when she still didn't stir, I reached up with one hand to her neck and drew her head down to mine. I kissed her lightly on the mouth. She'd moaned and parted her lips against mine and met my tongue with hers, and we'd kissed for a few brief seconds, before she'd heard the voice of my supervisor out in the hall and hastily pulled her mouth away from mine, a hanging strand of saliva briefly connecting our lips together. But she'd murmured You're welcome with a guilty little smile back over her shoulder as she'd gone back out to her receptionist's desk.

Later that Monday I ran into Dana in the break room. There was no one else there so she came into my arms for a long hug. This time after sighing in pleasure as I held her, she murmured in my ear This isn't really cheating is it? As long as this is all we do?

I replied, softly, As long as we love each other, Dana, I don't think there's anything wrong with anything we do.

Well, I certainly do love you, she whispered back, and stood on tip toe to kiss my mouth softly.

Then we heard voices, so we stepped apart, half a second before two other people came in.

That night, as soon as we were parked at the bus stop, she practically yanked her glasses off and tossed them on the dashboard, prior to sliding her sexy, chunky little body across the front seat into my arms and plunging her hot married tongue into my mouth with a moan.

Love you, she murmured wetly as our tongues wrapped around each other.

Love you too darling, I replied as we continued to kiss deeply.

We'd been so intent on thoroughly mapping out the interior of each other's mouths with our tongues that my bus had gone on by, and as it had been the last bus running that evening, Dana had felt obligated to drive me home. For the whole drive I'd had my hand on her thigh, just under the edge of her skirt, rubbing gently, and her hand had been on top of it, pressing it to her and keeping me from sliding it any further up at the same time. And the whole time, she'd repeated I'm just dropping you off, then I have to get home to John, he'll be worried, I'm going to be real late as it is, the way a person will when they're trying more to convince themselves of what they're saying than whoever they're nominally speaking to.

Naturally, I'd pulled her over to me at both red lights we'd hit on the way and she'd come unprotestingly, even eagerly, into my arms, lips parted, hot little married tongue searching hungrily for mine. At both lights the car behind us had had to honk their horn to get Dana's attention back on her driving. When she got her car parked in the lot behind my apartment building, she'd put it in neutral, turned off the ignition... and then, without a word, she'd slid over into my arms for a 'good night kiss' that had lasted twenty minutes, and when I'd suggested she should come up and call John from my phone (these were the innocent days before cell phones or caller ID) to tell him she was running a little late, she'd accepted, a slightly lust glazed look in her eyes... but then insisted that she was just going to call him so he wouldn't worry, and then she had to leave. We'd held hands walking around the building and stopped for frequent long wet deep kiss breaks going up the stairs to my apartment.

Of course, my girlfriend had been at work until 9:30, and as soon as I got the door closed beind us Dana was back in my arms, head up, eager mouth wide open, tongue dueling voraciously with mine again. She barely managed to punch her home number into my phone while we were making out, then force her mouth away from mine when he answered long enough to gasp out some excuse about working late on a presentation.

We made out on my couch like crazy for almost an hour. Then I tried to undo