Cheating never tasted so good.
The first time I tasted cum, it wasn’t my husband’s. I’d given Jack blowjobs during our marriage but had never finished him in my mouth. It was Mike’s salty spunk that I gulped down one day in a conference room at work.
It started innocently enough, but flirtation turned into something more. Over the course of several weeks, it grew to sexting and then a stolen kiss here and there in the break room. It was difficult keeping our secret in our busy office. However, it all came to a head — pun intended — when I ended up alone with him in a conference room one day. It was the first time we truly had the opportunity to get intimate and we wasted no time making out as his hands wandered over my body. I was panting hotly into his mouth as he groped my breasts, and my nipples were rock hard.
I wanted more — we both did; but I knew if he were inside me, I’d be screaming as I was fucked on the conference room table. Instead, he delved a hand up under my dress and pulled my panties aside. When his fingers found my clit, I was already drenched. With his lips on mine, Mike fingered me then began tracing circles around my clit. I was clinging to him, desperate to keep my legs from giving out as he quickly worked me toward an orgasm. Mike had incredible hand game and I soaked his fingers working in my slit as I climaxed. I felt like a horny teenager at that moment, instead of a mature, experienced woman.
After I came, it was his turn.
Eager to pleasure him as he had me, and knowing we’d make a mess if I just jerked him off, I lowered to my knees and unzipped his pants. Struggling to get his thick cock through the opening, Mike helped me by unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down. I cast a glance at the locked conference room door, then took his cock in my hands.
Heavier and thicker than my husband’s cock, Mike filled both hands and then some. I worked his bulbous tip between my lips; they were stretched taut and hurt in the corners as my jaw ached instantly. As he took my head in his hands to guide me, I was sucking his cock like a pro, eager to milk his semen from him. It didn’t take me long as his fingers curled into my hair and his salty taste in my mouth intensified.
When his spunk erupted into my mouth it was a surprise. The first load I’d ever taken, when it hit the back of my throat, I coughed and gagged a little before gulping down the salty delicious cum. As I stroked his cock eager to taste more, I was rewarded when a second and then a third stream of hot salty cum erupted into my throat; then the last of his orgasm oozed onto my tongue.
Moaning with delight, I swallowed everything he gave me then plunged him deep into my throat and pulled him slowly back out. My lips worked around his shaft to milk the last drop from him.
As I pulled Mike from my lips and gave his tip a final kiss, I let his heavy cock fall between his legs and he offered me a hand to stand back up. Straightening my dress, I beamed up at him as he pulled his pants back up.
“That was incredible,” Mike breathed.
“I love your taste.”
He wiped a drop of his salty spunk from my bottom lip with his thumb and I eagerly sucked it into my mouth to clean it from him.
“You’re incredible,” he breathed before kissing me.
“I have a confession,” I blushed as I smiled demurely up at him. “That was the first time I’ve ever done that.”
“Sucked a man’s cock?”
“Swallowed his load.”
He arched an eyebrow at my confession. “Oh really?”
Grinning up at him, I replied, “I’m hungry for more. Meet me after work and I’ll show you what else I can do with that big cock of yours.”
“Hopefully a lot more firsts,” Mike told me as he unlocked the conference room door.
I’d had my first taste of cum and it wasn’t my husband’s. There was no turning back. I wanted more of Mike and he’d prove to be the first for many things when he finally fucked me.