Cheat On Him With Daddy's Cock

Emma stood in the doorway waving at her husband's car until it disappeared down the street. Two whole weeks. Fourteen days of silence in their big, empty house. She closed the door, leaned back against the cool wood, and let out a long, trembling breath. Her nipples were already painfully hard under the thin fabric of her tank top, aching for attention that had been denied for far too long.

For the last six months, her marriage had been a wasteland. Quick pecks on the cheek, tired excuses, and a husband who treated foreplay like an annoying chore two minutes of clumsy fumbling before a few uninspired pumps and then sleep. Emma's pussy hadn't been properly fucked in so long she sometimes felt like she was losing her mind. At just 26, she was still in her prime: curvy in all the right places, full heavy tits, a tight waist that flared into an ass that used to draw hungry stares wherever she went. Now she felt invisible. Neglected. Starving.

Her phone was in her hand before she consciously decided to pick it up. Her thumbs flew across the screen.

**Emma:** Hey... you busy tonight? Mark just left for that two-week trip.

The reply came almost instantly, sending a fresh jolt of heat between her legs.

**Jax:** On my way.

Emma's heart hammered against her ribs. Jax. Her husband's best friend since college. Forty-two years old, ex-military, tall and heavily tattooed, built like a goddamn beast with a deep, gravelly voice that always made her thighs clench. She had fantasized about him more times than she could count especially on those lonely nights when her own fingers and toys left her frustrated and empty. The guilt had always held her back. Until now.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Emma's legs felt weak as she walked to the door. The second she opened it, Jax stepped inside without a word. He kicked the door shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot. Before she could speak, his large hand wrapped around her throat not choking, but firm enough to pin her in place and make her soaked instantly.

"You've been teasing me for years, Emma," he growled, voice low and dangerous, eyes dark with hunger. "Parading that tight little body around in front of me at barbecues, wearing those shorts that barely cover your ass. Are you sure you want this? Once I start, I'm not stopping."

Emma's voice came out shaky, breathless. "I need it, Jax. I'm so fucking horny I can't think straight. Please..."

He smirked, a predatory glint in his eye. "From now on, you call me Daddy when my cock is inside you. Understand?"

She nodded frantically, already dripping down her thighs.

Jax didn't wait. He spun her around roughly, shoving her forward against the cold marble kitchen counter. His strong hands yanked her yoga pants and soaked thong down in one brutal motion, exposing her bare ass and glistening pussy to the cool air. Emma shivered, her wedding ring catching the light as she gripped the edge of the counter.

"Fuck... look at that married cunt," Jax groaned, running two thick fingers along her swollen folds. She was absolutely drenched, her juices coating his fingers instantly. "Already dripping for another man's cock. What a dirty little slut you are, Emma. Your husband's been gone thirty minutes and you're bent over like a whore for his best friend."

Emma moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand desperately. The shame burned hot in her cheeks, but it only made her wetter. Jax chuckled darkly and pulled his massive cock free. Nine inches of thick, veiny meat, rock-hard and throbbing. The swollen head slapped heavily against her ass cheeks several times, then slid up and down her soaked slit, teasing her entrance, coating himself in her arousal.

"Beg for it," he commanded, pressing just the tip against her tight hole.

"Please, Daddy... Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad. I've wanted this for so long."

With a deep animal growl, Jax lined up and thrust.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Emma screamed as his huge cock speared into her tight married pussy in one savage, balls-deep stroke. The stretch was overwhelming pain and pleasure exploding through her body at once. He was so much thicker and longer than Mark. She felt every vein, every ridge as he split her open, bottoming out against her cervix. Her walls fluttered and clenched around the massive intrusion, trying to adjust.

"Goddamn, you're tight," Jax groaned, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch, then slammed in again, harder. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the kitchen. "This pussy is mine now. Say it."

"It's yours, Daddy! Oh my god, your cock is so deep......fuck!"

He started pounding her without mercy. Long, powerful strokes that drove his thick cock into her cervix with every brutal thrust. Her heavy tits bounced wildly inside her tank top, nipples scraping against the fabric. Juices ran freely down her trembling thighs. The counter dug into her stomach as he fucked her like a cheap whore, using her body for his pleasure.

Jax reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in fast, rough circles while destroying her cunt. "Your husband could never fuck you like this, could he? Say it. Tell me how pathetic he is compared to me."

"No! He can't fuck... he's nothing compared to you, Daddy!" Emma wailed. The filthy truth sent a fresh gush of arousal around his pistoning cock. The guilt twisted inside her, sharp and hot, but it only heightened every sensation. Mark's text would come soon, and here she was getting railed by his best friend in their own kitchen.

Jax grabbed a fistful of her long hair and yanked her head back, arching her body painfully. His heavy balls slapped rhythmically against her clit with every thrust. The obscene, wet sounds of her soaked pussy getting wrecked echoed off the walls. Emma's legs shook violently. She was close dangerously close.

But Jax slowed just enough to keep her teetering on the edge. He leaned over her, his tattooed chest pressing against her back, breath hot against her ear. "Not yet, baby. You don't cum until I say so. I want to feel this married pussy squeeze me like it's begging for my load."

He kept her there for what felt like an eternity long, deep strokes mixed with short, punishing ones that ground against her G-spot. Emma sobbed with need, tears of frustration and overwhelming pleasure streaking her face. Her body was on fire. Every nerve screamed for release.

Finally, Jax gave in. "Cum for me. Now."

Emma shattered. Her eyes rolled back, legs shaking violently as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. She squirted hard around his pounding cock, soaking his balls and the kitchen floor in a messy flood. "I'm cumming... Daddy... I'm fucking cumming so hard!"

Jax didn't slow. He fucked her straight through her orgasm, pounding her spasming cunt even harder, drawing it out until she was a whimpering, oversensitive mess. "Good girl. Now take Daddy's load deep in that womb."

He roared like a beast and buried himself to the hilt. Emma felt his cock swell and pulse violently inside her as he unloaded. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into her fertile depths. Jet after jet more than she'd ever felt filled her completely. It was so much that it started leaking out around his thick shaft even while he was still buried deep, dripping down her thighs in creamy rivulets.

They stayed locked together, panting heavily. His cock twitched inside her, pumping the last drops. The tension in the air was electric, the knowledge that this was only the first hour of fourteen days hanging between them.

Finally, Jax pulled out slowly. A huge gush of his thick white cum poured out of her stretched, gaping hole and ran down her trembling thighs. The sight made Emma's pussy clench again with fresh hunger.

He turned her around, pushed her down to her knees on the sticky kitchen floor, and shoved his cum-smeared cock into her mouth. "Clean Daddy's cock, baby. Taste how a real man fucks a neglected wife."

Emma moaned around his thickness, sucking greedily. The salty-sweet mix of his cum and her own juices coated her tongue. She looked up at him with watery, submissive eyes, her wedding ring still gleaming on her finger, and felt another rush of filthy guilt mixed with raw excitement.

Jax stroked her hair almost tenderly while she licked him clean, his voice low and promising. "This is just the beginning, Emma. For the next two weeks, that married pussy, mouth, and ass are going to be used every single day. I'm going to ruin you for your husband. By the time he gets back, you'll be addicted to Daddy's cock. Understand?"

She pulled off with a wet pop, strings of saliva and cum connecting her swollen lips to his shaft. "Yes, Daddy."

Her phone buzzed on the counter. A text from Mark:

**Mark:** Landed safely. Miss you already

Emma stared at it, cum still leaking down her legs, lips puffy from sucking Jax's cock, body marked and aching. Her pussy throbbed with fresh, shameful need. She was already ruined.

And she couldn't fucking wait for more.