Breaking the housewife : Ch8

“You want to call my husband?” Sandra held a lump in her throat. For a moment, she worried about what he might think. After all, she was stark naked, kneeling on their neighbours bed with the awful taste of his cum fresh in her mouth. If Jeff knew what was happening, he might get the wrong idea…

But then again, she wasn't doing anything wrong. This was all just a game, an act. And furthermore she was only doing it to help Mikey! To teach him a lesson. Jeff on the other hand had no such excuse!

She was watching him right now. Jerking his pathetic cock off in her bed. How many times had he done this before without her knowing? The thought of it disgusted her.

“Got any problems with that?” Mikey asked while casually slapping her ass. Running his fingers down her crack, reaching to the edge of her pussy lips and groping her plump flesh.

“I think it's a great idea.” She smiled maniacally, letting Mikey continue to grope her. She knew it was just him having some clean fun. Kids these days couldn't keep their hands still for five minutes, with their fidget spins or squares or whatever it was. It was healthy for the boy to keep himself occupied, so why not let him handle her body instead of some cheap plastic toy? It wasn't like he would be fucking her… that… that would be crossing a line! But if he wanted to touch her ass or fondle her tits… well, it would be hypocritical to say no after he let her touch and suck on his cock…

“Fuck you're so cool Sandra.” Mikey praised her. His fingers rubbing the wet folds of her pussy, aggressively groping and fondling her in a way that made her clit throb. “Just don't forget to kiss that window.”

The window. Why did he want her to kiss it so bad? She stopped focusing on her husband and instead inspected the glass in front of her. She noticed it was stained or… no, there was something spilled on it. Some thick, translucent substance had splattered all over the window. In not just one place, but many. With some stains clearly older than others, although all of them were old enough to dry up.

“I won't.” She said. Sandra still didn't understand why he wanted her lips touching the stained window, but she didn't have the time to ask about it. Jeff never lasted this long, so if she didn't hurry and call him she'd miss her chance to ruin his perverted one person party in his pants.

“Here, take my phone.” Mikey passes his phone to her. She would have used hers, but she'd been naked for so long now she couldn't even remember where it was.

Kneeling on all fours with her ass sticking out, Sandra made the call. Watching her husband scramble to answer it while Mikey played with her tits. Squeezing them in his hands while they hung down.

Brrring Brrrring Brrrrring

“H-hello?” Jeff answered by the fourth ring. She could see him sitting in their bed, cock still out and hard. Judging by the lack of breath he had, she estimated that he must have been right about to cum before she called.

“Jeff. What are you doing right now?” Sandra said sternly.

“Wha- Sandra? Why are you calling-”

“Enough!” Sandra interrupted. Mikey was pulling on her tits hard now. Tugging and throwing them around like they weren't attached to her. He mustn't have realised it, but it did hurt a little. Luckily she had the perfect avenue to vent her frustrations into without having to scold Mikey again.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” Sandra repeated her question. Enunciating it slowly so it would get through her husband's thick head.

“Uhh… I… I'm watching TV on the couch…” Her husband lied to her so easily. The betrayal hurt far more than the innocent pulling and squeezing Mikey was inflicting onto her boobs.

“Are you lying to me?” She asked, and she could hear Jeff's blood run cold through the phone.

“I.. uhh… I mean…” Jeff stammered helplessly. Totally caught off guard by the accusation.

“Ohh fuck he's in trouble now.” Mikey joked under his breath. Resting his head on her soft asscheeks, he let go of her tits and started feeling up her thighs.

“Shhh!” She shushed him. Looking back to share a devious smile. If her husband thought he could act so perverted in their bed and lie to her face, he would have a world of pain coming to him.

“What was that?” Jeff meekly asked.

“You're LYING to me Jeff!” Sandra raised her voice, evading his question. “And on your birthday for god's sake.”

“I'm… I… I'm sorry honey.” Her husband whimpered.

“Oh don't honey me!” Sandra was getting more riled up the longer she yelled. It didn't help that Mikey’s hands kept rubbing against her pussy lips as he gently massaged her thighs and asscheeks from behind. “Tell me what you were doing!”

“I… umm…” Sandra heard him gulp as he paused. She could see him looking around the room, maybe looking for a camera? He had no idea how she knew he was lying, and was likely weighing up whether or not to tell the truth now.

“Well?” She hurried him up. Biting down on her lip as Mikey's thumb rubbed against her tight asshole. The boy really needed to learn to be more aware of himself, it was almost as if he was doing it on purpose.

“I was masturbating.” He finally admitted.

“Where?” She pushed him to continue.

“In our bed?” The idiot sounded confused. As if he didn't understand why that was so appalling.

“You snivelling perverse degenerate!” Mikey pushed Sandra forward, pressing her face against the glass. She looked back at him to see what he wanted, but he gestured for her to continue. Pointing at his tongue and ten to the window.

“Sandra… I'm sorry if-”

“I don't want your FUCKING APOLOGY!” Sandra got what Mikey wanted from her. She stuck her tongue out and pressed it into the glass, tasting the dried up stain on it.

Her tongue recoiled from the contact, but she forced herself to move it back. Her husband needed to be chewed out, and in an odd way the foul substance fueled her anger. The horrible taste dragging up bad memories.

“I can't believe you would defile our bed like that!” Sandra ran her tongue all the way up the stain on the glass. Nearly gagging as the taste made her body burn with disgust. “And you FUCKING expect me to put my lips around that FOUL DEGENERATE PENIS!”

“I'm so sorry… I didn't think you'd be this upset.” She could see Jeff out the window. Curled up, making himself small. She'd never spoken to him like this before, but then, she'd never caught him lying to her before.

“You didn't think, thats fucking right.” Sandra was feeling the fire in her now. She was worried she was taking it too far, but couldn't stop herself. Even Mikey seemed a little scared of her. He had buried his face between her asscheeks, like a kid who was in trouble hiding behind his hands.

“Do you even remember why I hate giving blowjobs?” Sandra lowered her voice to a growl. A simmering, bubbling anger. Fuels by decades of pent up feelings and a full day of non-stop annoyances.

“I remember sweetie.” Jeff told her. Every syllable uttered grating on her nerves.

Her body was so hot she was sweating. Poor Mikey would be getting the worst of it. His face pressed right into her crotch, close enough that she could feel his lips grinding against her pussy. Accidently rubbing over her engorged clit as he tried to find a comfortable position.

“You don't know the half of it…” She didn't know why she said that. She'd been holding on to the truth of the story for years, but something about this situation made her want to tell it all.

“What… what do you mean?” Jeff's voice was quiet now.

“You remember that game. That day.” Sandra could. It was a day she'd never forget.

“You don't have to relive this Sandra.” Her husband tried to soother her but it only frustrated her more. Jeff might have heard the story already, but Mikry hadn't.

“You'd been flirting with me for weeks before, but I didn't realise you were serious yet. That was just how all the football players acted around the cheerleaders.” Sandra slipped in a white lie. She had known his feelings for her. He had been cute and fit enough for her back then, but she didn't want to settle down and commit to a relationship just yet.

Jeff stayed quiet as she recounted the story, but Mikey perked up. He still kept his head between her thighs, but was a little more playful. Sticking his tongue out , she felt it rolling over her. Exploring the wet and sticky fields of her pussy. A part of her knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't let him touch her in such an intimate place…

But… but…

But she was busy telling her story right now! Mikey was just having a little fun anyways, it wasn't a big deal. He was probably just bored while she was talking on the phone. He needed an outlet for that boredom, like when he had been groping her. He wasn't even touching her pussy really. His hands were firmly placed on her thighs. It wasn't really crossing a line if he was only using his tongue, right?

“I told you how it happened.” Sandra continued. Trying hard to keep herself from moaning. “We were at their stadium and I got confused, wandered into the other team's locker room by mistake.”

“I remember. They thrashed us that day, forty four points to our zero.” Of course he would remember the fucking score to the game. Sandra didn't. She couldn't care less about the match, but she remembered every detail about her time with that team.

“I told you that there was only one guy there… that I only sucked his cock…”

“Sandra, what are you saying?”

“I'm saying that- Uughhh, that their entire team was there.” Sandra couldn't stop a moan escaping from her lips as Mikey first plunged his tongue inside of her. Her tight hole so wet with her own juices that it just slipped right in. “That ALL of them used me…”

“You don't mean-”

“Mhmmm I do.” Mikey's tongue reached deeper inside her than her husband could with his cock. Teasing her and making her squirm. Her thighs smothering Mikey as he licked her cunt out.

“Seth was there. Your ‘rival’.” She verbally put the word in air quotes. Jeff considered the guy his rival back then, but Sandra knew it was a one way feud. Seth knew he was better than Jeff, everyone did. But Jeff was fixated on trying to beat him for once. “He was the one that started it. Told me I needed to service every member of the team before they played.”

Mikey's tongue was touching her in places she hadn't been touched in years. She could have stopped talking now, ended the story with her husband only slightly humiliated. But if she stopped now, that would mean Mikey would stop. Not… not that she didn't want him to stop!!! She did. She wanted it soo bad…

But her husband… he had really crossed a line today! She still loved him dearly, but if she stopped now he'd never learn anything…

“His cock was sooo much bigger than yours baby.” Sandra moaned into the phone. “It hurt so bad going down my throat. They weren't gentle at all. Grabbing my pigtails and using them as handholds to fuck my throat even HARDER!”

Mikey seemed to interpret that last word as a command. Thrusting his tongue inside her snatch faster and with more force than before.

“I let- NUghhh, every one of them use my throat. At least a dozen or so of them, starting with Seth.” Sandra remembered being on her knees, stripped of her uniform. A line of guys, no cock smaller than nine inches, all waiting for their turn to relentlessly use her throat. “They treated me like some dumb slut! Cuming down my throat and all over my face! Hunhngh A new cock filling me up the moment the last guy dumped his big disgusting load all over me!”

“Sandra please! That's enough…”

“They RUINED my throat for any other man.” Sandra arched her back, giving Mikey easier access to her holes. “You were on the other side of the stadium getting ready to lose the match. Meanwhile those strong, Nughhh, valiant, manly, players on the other team were fucking your futures wife's throat in ways you'd never get to.”

Jeff went quiet, but Sandra could see he was still on the phone. Listening in a stunned silence. Mikey on the other hand, was more energetic than ever. He worked his tongue into her hole better than any man she'd ever had. His tongue reached all the right places to drive her even wilder.

“I lost count of how many men used me. Each cock was sooo big, sooo huge… I could barely stay conscious. And when the whole team was done they left me there. Dripping with their cum. Throat so sore I could barely say a word.” Sandra's own hand was on her chest now. Pulling and teasing her nipple as the intense pleasure slowly began to build up inside her. “I tried to clean myself up before I could leave, but then that filthy loser waterboy showed up.”

“Even the waterboy…” Jeff winced.

“His cock was pathetic next to the teams, but it was still bigger than yours. He made me take his dirty cock all the way down to the base, so deep he fit his balls inside me as well. His grimy, sweaty balls defiling your future wife's mouth while you were busy losing in front of the whole crowd.”

Sandra couldn't stop herself. She felt bad for Jeff, but she felt sooooo goood. Mikey's tongue was fucking her better than her husband's prick could, and he wasn't even trying.

“I was a broken whore after that. A spit covered, cum drenched, facially abused whore!”

The only reply her husband had to that was silence. The only sound in the room the intense rhythmic thudding of Sandra's racing heart, and the wet mouthy sounds of Mikey's tongue twisting and thrusting inside of her.

He unintentionally had her right on the edge of cuming. Right on the edge of feeling the sweet release her body craved. She wanted so badly for him to go harder, to push her over that edge. She needed it. More than she needed air, water, food. Every part of her body was desperate for the pleasure only he could give her, and yet…

The silence on the phone rung louder in her ears than any of her bodies desires. The longer it lingered, the louder it got, with Mikey's tongue slowing its pace as well. It gave her a moment to think with the clearest head she'd had in a while. A moment that let her realise something.

She had taken this way too far.

“I'm… I'm sorry for shouting.” Sandra sighed. “I didn't mean what I said.”

Without being able to see either if then clearly, Sandra could feel the relief washing over her husband as Mikey filled with disappointment. She felt the same way, but she couldn't keep treating her husband like this.

The man was an apathetic, out of shape, perverted, weak willed, golf obsessed loser. But he was still her husband, and she still loved him.

“That's okay honey. I forgive you.” Her husband told her. Always the one to fold and admit fault whenever they fought. “I shouldn't have brought up a traumatic memory.”

Had he brought it up? Well, that didn't matter now. Mikey had lost all interest in playing with her body, the conversation now boring him past the point of finding it enjoyable. She knew she was losing all the progress she'd made with him, but that was better than losing her husband.

“When you said you didn't mean it…” Her husband's voice was hesitant, but she could tell what he wanted to hear.

“I was being dramatic.” Sandra told him. The words not exactly the truth, but not quite a lie. She had been acting dramatic after all.

“Phew.” Jeff sighed. Releasing the built up pressure of their conversation. “I had a feeling it wasn't as bad as you said, but I didn't want to say anything. Not that I don't think it was bad!”

Before she could reply, she felt Mikey's response. Sandra was still bent over and looking out the window when the massive weight flopped onto her back. Mikey's furiously hard cock, still wet from her spit and drool, grinding against her. Sliding back and forth as if he was fucking her, his cock head so far up her back it tickled her spine.

“What was that sound?” Jeff asked. The wet slap of Mikey's cock crashing into her body loud enough for the phone to pick up.

“N-nothing dear.” Sandra was starting to feel flushed again, with every thrust along her back Sandra felt Mikey's balls slapping against her sensitive and still dripping pussy. Her needy holes throbbing from the sensation.

“Are you sure?” Jeff insensately asked.

“Of course I'm sure.” She snapped back. “Don't- mhmmm don't think I forgot about what you did! We're still talking about that later.”

“Yes dear.” Jeff groaned as Mikey moaned. Sandra wished he would be quieter, but then again, this situation was basically her fault. She was the reason he was bored enough to grind his cock against her, he had been politely eating her out before she switched gears talking to her husband.

She needed to hang up the phone before things escalated any further. Idle hands are the devil's playthings, and that went double for an idle, devilishly huge cock.

“I have to- Nnughh, go now.” Sandra tried to keep her voice stern, even as Mikey's rock hard mammoth cock expertly massaged her into a state of bliss. “M-mmmikey needs some more… hands on attention.”

“Ha. I never thought I'd see you this into helping out the brat.” Jeff forced the laugh.

“He’s not so- MmmHhhmmm” Mikey’s cock dragged itself down past her asscheeks. His oozing precum covered her back and now it dribbled down over her holes. Mixing with her own wet juices as Mikey rubbed his throbbing cockhead over her waiting pussy. “Sooo bad…”

“Heh. I guess he’s all grown up now.” Jeff chuckled. “Well I’ll let you go then… Love you.”

Jeff was right. He had grown. His cock harder and more engorged than ever before. Teasing her pussy with its firm, unyielding massage around her sloppy hungry hole. She wondered, just out of curiosity, if it could even fit inside her. Just the tip was monstrously huge, bigger than her fist. She hadn’t been taken by a cock half its size in over a decade, and even that felt like her limit. Of course, Mikey would never actually want to fuck a girl as old as she was and she would never cheat on her husband! But still she wondered. What it might feel like? How deep he could get inside her? If her pussy would ever be the same after being completely stretched out by Mikey’s freak mutant cock…

“Sandra?” Jeff's confused voice snapped Sandra out of her daydream.

“Hmm? Oh, right.” Sandra almost sighed as Mikey pulled his cock back. The phone call was over now, which meant Mikey didn’t want to play with her body anymore. And she didn’t even get to cum… “We’ll talk tonight then. I love NUGHHHUuhYuOOoouuuu!!”

In one quick, sudden instant, Sandra’s world changed. The head of Mikey’s cock slipped inside her, stretching the walls of her cunt apart as it plunged deep inside her. Like a battering ram slamming through her castle door’s with ease, his raw, precum oozing cock penetrated her married pussy. Making her feel more warm, filled and satisfied than every man she’d ever fucked combined.

“Are you okay honey?” Jeff asked her. Completely unaware of the accidental situation they had found themselves in once again.

“Y-yeess~” Sandra moaned. She looked back and saw Mikey leaning over her, his cock not even halfway inside her. “I just.. Aahhaa I just L-loovee y-yyoOouu SooOo… Soooooo MmmhmmUuchh!”

Mikey must have been trying to pull his cock out of her cunt, but was struggling. His pulsing, veiny, pussy destroying cock thrusted back and forth. Hampered by the walls of her pussy that clamped down around him. Her body so weak and quivering as Mikey’s elephant dick brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Oh dear.” Jeff cooed. “I lov-”

The phone rung silent. Mikey had reached past her, taking it back and hanging up on her husband.

“Wha?” Sandra moaned in a cock induced daze.

“Figured you didn’t want that loser hearing you cum your brains out.” Mikey told her. Leaving Sandra even more confused until she felt his cock suddenly thrust itself even deeper inside her.

“NughhguughhhhNuuNnnnghhh” Sandra’s eyes rolled back into her head as Mikey’s erection fucked her as deep as it could go. Pressing against the wall of her cervix, it made her feel so Soooo good in a way she couldn’t even describe. She’d been fucking her husbands pencil dick for so long she forgot what real cock felt like. What it really felt like to get fucked.

“Just need to get my cock wet enough to pull it out.” Mikey told her. The flimsy excuse enough to satisfy her.

“Ju-juust HuUurryy!” Sandra drooled against mikey’s window as he began fucking her harder and faster. He pulled her arms back and lifted her up. Slamming his cock into her used, red pussy as he shoved her bare tits against the window.

The room filled with the hot, heady, pungent smell of sex as Mikey used her body as his fuckdoll. Hammering on the wall of her cervix, each painful strike feeling twice as good as the last until finally she couldn’t take it any longer.

“FuUUCkkk I’M CuUUUmMMMING!!!!” Sandra screamed in pleasure as Mikey’s cock finally brought her over her edge. Her glazed over eyes staring down at her pathetic husband sitting in bed as Mikey cock snapped her mind in half and shattered into pieces. Her entire body shaking and writhing around his iron rod of a cock as she uncontrollably massaged his cock with her orgasm.

“Fuck. That was quick slut.” Mikey laughed. Slapping her ass hard enough to make it jiggle. “I figured a bitch like you would need a rougher pounding before cuming.”

Sandra’s pussy clamped down hard around his cock when she heard what he called her. A bitch. She had wanted him to respect women, to respect her, but instead he was only demeaning her. She… she knew it was just the game, just a joke, but her body still reacted the way it did. And with Mikey’s cock still inside her, slowly being pulled out of her filled up hole, he would have been sure to feel her reaction to it as well.

“This… this wasn’t…” Sandra was still catching her breath. A moan escaped her as Mikey’s cock plopped out of her. Leaving her gaped wide enough that Sandra could feel the air rushing inside her sensitive used up hole.

“Sex?” Mikey finished her sentence for her. “Of course not slut. I just needed you to cum so I could get my cock out of your bitch hole.”

Sandra’s body felt so weak. She was on all fours, bent over with her ass and gaping pussy sticking out. As much as she loathed to admit it, she did feel like a bitch right now. An animalistic slut that had been taken hard, without any concern for her pleasure. But… but that was just how she felt… it wasn’t really how things were… Like Mikey said, they didn’t have sex… That would have meant she was some typical cheating housewife slut. That wasn’t who she was, she loved her husband dearly. No matter how much he could annoy her, or how little he could satisfy her.

“Find a rag or something and clean yourself up slut.” Mikey told her. “Then come meet me in my parents room.”

“Hmm? W-why?” Sandra was still regaining her senses. She looked at Mikey and found him standing at the doorway, staring at her with his massive, still rock hard cock in his hands.”

“Why do you think, bitch?” Mikey smiled. Watching as the word made her melt. “So you can finish what you started.”

Sandra’s body shook as Mikey left the room. Leaving her alone to catch her breath and clean up. She was filthy after being used as Mikey’s plaything, so the second she felt able to walk again she began looking for a towel.

Mikey had implied there would be something for her to use in the room, but the only thing she could find was dirty used up rags. Not ideal, so she kept looking. Searching until she accidentally uncovered something else. A collection of files, hidden away in the chest by Mikey’s bed. Mixed in with a bunch of other strange knick knacks and junk.

At a quick glance she could tell they were confidential. A therapist's files and notes on Mikey. A part of her knew not to look, but another part was curious. Why did Mikey have the notes? And why were they in this strange box?

Sandra hesitated, but she knew exactly what she wanted to do.