Tales of A Naughty Wife: Cheating On Our Anniversary

My husband had this habit of always asking for a blowjob before sex.

Sucking his dick had to be the most depressing thing ever. Nothing reminded me of how small he was as much as when I put his tiny prick in my mouth and pretended to have a good time sucking on it. You would think that he would feel insecure about his size and not want to draw more attention to it.

I bet you are probably judging me right now and wondering what Michael had done to deserve the way I treated him. I understand. I would be judgemental too if it were me. I never set out to cheat on my husband and I definitely never set out to have multiple affairs but circumstances can push even the best of us into doing things we never thought we would do. This was why, on the night of our one year anniversary, I chose to fuck another man instead of the man I was married to.

The day went fantastic. He had taken the day off work had we enjoyed hours alone together. We did not have sex during the day because that was just not something he liked. Perhaps he was more insecure about his dick than I thought and did not want to display it in broad daylight. I made him a very special lunch and he took me out to one of those fancy restaurants on the Lagos Island for dinner. I felt pampered and cherished. I got him a pretty expensive watch as a present while he got me a set of gorgeous earrings. It was a beautiful day.

When we returned home, he undressed me and I did him. He laid on the bed and I laid on top of him, kissing. His hand came to rest on my head and he pushed down, directing my head towards his groin. I always dreaded this part. I refused to go down like he wanted and resisted his movement. His push on my head became more urgent and I just snapped.

"I don't want to suck your dick. Is it by force?!" I asked, sitting upright in bed.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I just thought... never mind. I am sorry." He said.

I huffed, getting out of bed and changing into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

"What are you doing, hun?" He asked, watching me.

I ignored him, zipping up my jeans and looking around for the car keys.

He got up and after tying a robe around him followed me to the living room.

"Where are you going?" He asked again, this time, with an edge to his voice. I spotted the keys and went to pick it up. He got there before me and took it. "You are not going anywhere."

I looked at him for a few seconds, my chest heaving in frustration. I turned around, opened the door and walked out of his house.

I was almost getting to the gate of our estate when I stopped suddenly. Where the hell was I going?

I picked up my phone and called Tade, a boyfriend I met only a couple of weeks back. He lived the closest and came by in minutes. I entered his car.

"What's wrong?" He asked with concern.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Just having a rough evening."

I reached out my hand and pulled him towards me and soon we were kissing and necking heavily in his car. I quickly unzipped my jeans and withdrew my lips long enough from his to pull them down. By the time I was done, he had already unfastened his own trousers and held out his cock expectantly.

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I bent over on it, savouring the feel of his dick sliding through my lips and into my mouth. Having a husband with a 3-inch dick have caused me not to take well-sized cocks for granted. I was angry because Michael wanted to make me suck his tiny prick so it was with satisfaction and appreciation that I sucked this cock. I felt it slide down to the back of my throat and sucked it with even more fervour, making sure to lubricate it with my saliva as I went.

When I had had enough, he pushed back the seat so there was more space for me and I straddled him. I held on to the car door and with my feet firmly on the ground, I bent, swallowing his thick cock in one move. I pushed up and down, savouring the feel of him deep in my pussy. I rolled my hips around on his dick, enjoying the way it glided smoothly in and of my cunt. I moaned, bending my head to claim his mouth in a kiss as I fucked him. He moaned into my mouth as he held me still, pushing his cock up into me and pumping until he came.

I returned home after nearly an hour to see Michael waiting in the living room for me.

"Where have you been?" He asked patiently as I entered.

I was satiated now and way less frustrated so I walked over to him, went on my knees and said, "I am so sorry I stormed out. I am back now. I love you so much."

My apology disarmed him and he leaned to give me a kiss. He held my hand as I got up and gently guided me to our bedroom.