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Hotwife | Hot Past | Cheating

The House Guest — Pt 3

Trent and Evie had it all — a great marriage, professional success, a perfect life. But sometimes it only takes a little change to knock that train off the tracks.

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If it had been a guy, it all would have played out differently, right? Somehow, the fact that it was another woman, and one that I knew, made her cheating less… painful? Hell, let’s be honest — it wasn’t painful at all. It was hot as fuck, and I had no idea how to process that. I wasn’t mad, and I was confused as to WHY I wasn’t mad. And I was horny as fuck.

This time, it was Evie’s turn to take the initiative. As soon as the door to the condo closed, she jumped into my arms, nearly bowling me over. “Take me to bed, Trent. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

At least I knew exactly why she was so wound up, although I couldn’t mention it. I walked us back to the bedroom, noting along the way that Sadie’s door was closed, likely meaning that she was home.

I was still sweaty from my workout, but Evie didn’t seem to mind. I stripped quickly and stepped to the bed, where she was lying back against the pillows, equally naked. I’m not sure what she expected, but it probably wasn’t for me to straddle her chest, my now-erect cock right in her face. “Suck,” I said it as an order, and she didn’t refuse.

She raised her head a little, and I slid the pillows down to prop her up as she took my cock in her mouth. It wasn’t the best angle for me to get deep, but that didn’t matter. She used her tongue and her lips and even her teeth to give me the best head I’d had in a long damn time.

I raised up a little and reached behind and under me to find her nipples, squeezing and twisting them hard. That got a squeal from her, but she didn’t let up. I held myself up on one arm while I leaned back so that I could invade her pussy with three bunched fingers, rubbing my thumb over her clit randomly.

Her eyes got wide, and my cock slipped out as she squealed louder. “Fuck! Trent… fuck! Jesus, baby!” I kept up my assault on her pussy until she came with a shout. And before she was done, I drove my cock back into her mouth.

She reached a hand up to stroke it while she licked under the head, and it wasn’t long before I was cumming — first in her mouth, and then on her face. She kept stroking until I was done, then licked up what she could reach. “Mmmm. Tasty, lover!”

I fell over onto my side, an arm over her torso, wondering how much or what to tell her. She looked at me with heat still in her eyes. “You stink, baby. You can fuck me in the shower.” So I told her nothing, other than that she looked sexy as hell with my cum on her face.

Nothing else crazy happened in the next week or so. Sadie went out to dinner with Evie and me that Saturday night, and nothing was said about the afternoon, even though there was no way that Sadie didn’t hear us having sex. And I obviously didn’t talk about their “get-together” earlier in the day.

I was not in a good space the following week. In the immediate aftermath of what I had seen on Saturday, I tried to come to grips with Evie’s breaking of our marriage vows. I saw no other way to approach it, even though it was hot as hell to watch. But Sadie’s recitation of Evie’s hot past pushed its way into my head as well. After all the hot sex of the previous week, things got pretty cold during the week. I chalked it up to a crazy work schedule, but it was clear that Evie felt disappointed.

If she had been such a wild child in college, what happened? Why was there no sign of that now? Did she think I was boring? Did she need more than I was giving her? I had thought our sex life was pretty damn good, but now I started questioning myself. Did she miss that part of her life? Was I somehow keeping her from her true self? Thoughts of possible inadequacy were not what I needed to be considering.

It didn’t help that Sadie didn’t let up on her flirting. There was no repeat of her performance in my office, but she spent a lot of time around the condo during the day, usually wearing nothing but a tight babydoll t-shirt and a thong. She was clearly taunting me. I mean, it certainly felt that way. Or maybe that was just her being comfortable in what we kept telling her was her home. I was a mess.

I realized that she was also flirting with Evie much more openly, and Evie was responding. There was nothing over the top, but she couldn’t hide the way her eyes followed Sadie as she crossed the room or her little giggle when Sadie whispered something in her ear, often followed by both of them glancing my way.

I finally decided that I needed to know more about undergrad Evie. I should have just asked her, but I couldn’t think of a good way to do that without letting her know that I had been there when she and Sadie… got reacquainted. That would open up a whole other conversation that I wasn’t ready to have. So I took the afternoon off on Friday and texted Sadie that I wanted to talk.

It took a few minutes for her to reply that she was at the salon and would be back by 2 pm. Evie usually didn’t work as late on Fridays, but I still didn’t expect her until at least 5:30, so that felt like plenty of time. I spent a little time picking up the place, glancing at my watch every ten minutes or so, until I finally heard the door.

I didn’t want to talk to Sadie in my office — that would be much too weird after she’d spent half an hour masturbating on the sofa in there. So I met her in the great room as she dropped her purse on the kitchen counter and came in.

And I couldn’t take my damn eyes off of her. She was wearing those baggy jeans that you swear are going to slide right off in the next moment — the kind that accentuate amazing abs if a woman has them, and Lord, did Sadie have incredible abs. She was squeezed into her t-shirt so tightly that I wasn’t sure how she could breathe. With her fresh blow-out, she looked like sex on two legs — NOT what I really needed.

She sat down in the middle of the sofa, forcing me to either sit right next to her or across the room. It was a clearly calculated move. Not sitting next to her felt like admitting something that I wasn’t ready to acknowledge, so I took the sofa, our thighs briefly touching as we settled in.

“So, roomie, do you want to talk about your wife fucking the hell out of me the other day or about what a hot slut she was in college?”

So that’s how this was going to go. I sighed. “Both, but let’s start with slutty college Evie. She’s never talked about any of that with me. I mean, she said she partied hard when she wasn’t studying hard, but that was about it.”

“Okay, so let’s go there. When I first pledged Delta, Evie was my big sister. She was a junior, already working her ass off during the week. But it was clear early on that part of the reason for that was so her weekends were free to party. But I’m not talking about drinking and drugs, beyond a couple of beers or a rare hit of molly. I’m talking about fucking. Guys, girls — it really didn’t matter, as long as they could keep up.

“I don’t mean to sound like she would fuck anything that moved — she had high standards. But she’s so fucking gorgeous that she got her pick. She picked me immediately — it’s not bragging if it’s true, right? She took me under her wing, and I did my best to hang on. We would go to parties and within half an hour, we’d be in a bedroom with guys lined up to fuck us. Sometimes we didn’t bother making it to a bedroom.”

Sadie stopped for a minute, looking down at her lap. “I need a beer. You want a beer?”

It was early, but what the hell. “Sure, I’ll take one.” I watched that perfect ass walk to the kitchen, and those perfect boobs as she came back with the beer. Damn — she was fire, and I really didn’t want to get burned.

She handed me a bottle without sitting down, holding hers out in her other hand. “Here’s to Slutty Evie.” I clinked my bottle against hers, mostly out of habit. “Give me a sec. I want to show you something.” She walked back towards her room and came back a moment later with her iPad.

“She was a goddamn star, Trent. Watching her was like watching a fricking professional athlete at the top of her game. She was in total command of every situation. And she loved being watched, loved being the star of the show. She’d get invited to every party on campus, and she would almost always bring me. God, we were something else.”

She tapped on her tablet to open it and swiped through her photos, going back quite a way until she stopped and more slowly went forward. “Here, scroll through these.”

They were obviously older — phone camera tech has advanced like crazy since then. But it was clear what I was looking at. My heart leapt into my throat, and I stopped breathing for way too long. I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples, and I thought I might throw up. And my cock was hard as a rock.

There was a much younger Evie, her pale skin almost glowing, sandwiched between a tanned surfer-looking guy and a muscular black man. Her hair was wild, and her face was… indescribable. Ecstatic, certainly, but free. Absolutely free. The next one had her on her knees with a cock buried in her mouth and one in each hand. It took a moment to notice that she was also sitting on the face of a young woman. Sadie? Hard to tell.

There was one of her and Sadie, kneeling on the floor next to each other. They were cheek to cheek, throwing peace signs at the camera. There was jizz everywhere — their faces, dripping off their chins onto their breasts, on their flat stomachs. The next one must have been taken seconds later, with the two of them sharing a cum-soaked kiss. There were more, and they told a story — one that I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear.

She took a long drink and sighed. “I’m not as smart as Evie. Few people are. She was good at compartmentalizing and I was absolutely not. I told everyone I quit gymnastics because of injuries, but honestly, I couldn’t keep my grades up. It wasn’t until Evie graduated that I was able to buckle down and finish my own degree. You might think I’d resent her, but I didn’t. I wanted to be her. Well, I wanted to be with her, too. She was my hero.”

I finally pulled my eyes away from Sadie’s tablet. “So is that why you guys mostly stopped talking for a long time?”

“I guess. She moved on with her life, and it became centred around you and law school, and then you and work. My acting out at the reception was really my last-gasp attempt to bring back the old Evie. I thought maybe she’d convince you that — I don’t know. Maybe that you’d have as much fun watching her fuck as I always did.”

That didn’t feel quite right to me, like she was holding something back, but I didn’t pursue it. I was too busy trying to deal with the hidden side of my wife, who was apparently the biggest slut at U of I. I had no idea what to do with that. I suddenly felt the need to be alone, but there was more I needed from Sadie.

She studied me, I assume, trying to figure out how to approach the rest of the story. “It’s a lot to take in, Trent. And then you caught your wife fucking around behind your back.”

“I didn’t exactly ‘catch’ her — you set it up and invited me to watch.”

“I did. I’m not sure why. Maybe I’m still trying to bring the old Evie back. Or maybe… I don’t know. I really don’t. But what about you? How does it feel to know that your wife fucked somebody else? How are you dealing with that?

That wasn’t a line of questioning I was ready for. But I was not thinking clearly at all. I was angry — at Evie for hiding this from me and for fucking Sadie and at Sadie for barging into my home and fucking everything up. And I hated myself for how turned on I was by the pictures of Evie — my Evie — apparently fucking everything that moved. I felt like I was going to explode.

“Trent. Honey. You need to even the score, don’t you? If the scales are balanced in the present, maybe you can talk about the past. I saw your cock the other day. You’ve got a really nice cock, Trent. I see why Evie likes it so much. Let me help you. Let me help you make things even.”

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Anton J Pierce is an award-winning erotica author. His first short story anthology — Filthy Bedtime Stories For Adults — was recently published on Amazon, where you can also find his novels. Check them out! You can find him on Bluesky at @antonjpierce.bsky.social and at insideajp.blogspot.com.