Good Girl Pt 02 1

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Description: Dan is fucking Jeffrey's daughter and he may just get a chance at the mans wife.

tags: MF, cheat

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"Dan... It's—This is Lauren—I know it's been a while. Pick up. I need to speak with you."

The call had come through the night before. Dan listened to the message once, twice... What difference does the tenth time make?

He picked up the phone and placed it back down just as many times.

The empty space that was left was only filled by a knowledge... A knowing that something he had wanted had been fulfilled.

While Lauren called and left her message... Dan had done something unthinkable. A thing he knew he did, but wanted to deny.

The night previous he had given himself only one rule to play by: You Cannot Fuck Her.

And yet it was filled with contrary motion. The movement and alignment of planetary bodies.

The motion of each other had become a lifetime of pleasure... But there was a single moment... One that hid inside others. That became nearly imperceptible by sheer fact that Dan did not want to perceive it.

It occurred near the point where all sexual excursions must end. Dan had been thrusting—he pushed his cock harshly into Allanah. Pushed deep into her young, fresh body.

In that moment Dan suffered the fate that many men follow. The fate of self deception. The belief that one can avoid consequence if they just ignore a reality.

From the moment the night began one thing was obvious: Allanah wanted to fuck Dan. She wanted him inside of her. No matter the cost.

Dan, if he was honest, could recall the moment. The perfect moment. The one where Allanah was completely naked and rubbing her wet pussy on his cock.

She lifted herself and with the perfect angle... He just barely caught her. He pushed inside and in his horny haze... He fucked her. Pushing inside with absolute resolution, with the animal magnetism that was required of a sexual situation.

Moments later he came onto her pubic mound.

Watched her milk his cock for all it was worth. Get on her knees and suck him off.

She had a naughty look about her. In that moment she had gotten her way.

Dan, in a post fuck haze... Wasn't sure what to think.

He knew what reality was, but it was easy enough to ignore that reality. It became convenient, even. Through the night he repeated a mantra: The truth is what you believe.

If he could just change the truth... He would not have to ever truly face it. By that virtue he would be free of guilt.

This world is not the one that exists.

The guilt of his actions, of the night before, only hit him so long as he stared at her naked form. She laid in bed with him... Her curly hair covering her face as they kissed.

He grabbed her ass and pulled her into him. His cock landed on her thighs. He wanted to spread her legs, but there would be time enough for that.

"Want to shower?" He asked her.

She nodded and they were off. He watched her butt bounce with each little step. He turned on the water and waited until it was warm, stepping delicately inside. The water wetted her hair and it gained that odd sheen that water imbues on objects.

Dan watched as she let the water drench her body. Ran her fingers through her hair. He smiled.

She turned to him, "What?"

"I... Just like the way you look."

"I like the way you look."

"Do you?" He said, taking a step forward. "What about me?"

She looked down and noted that his cock was growing.

"Want to know what I like about you?" He continued, stepping behind her and gripped her tits. "They're beautiful."

The two of them swayed together under the heat of the shower. Condensation accumulated on the bathroom mirror. They felt the heat rising around them. Not just in the room, but inside of themselves.

Allanah felt chills as Dan's hands ran down her body. Everywhere he would touch, she would feel a new affection bloom. He seemed to know how to touch her and it made her want him all the more.

In her affection she reached her hand back and felt for his cock, grabbing it and steering it towards her pussy.

Dan pushed his hands firmly onto her ass. An attempt to keep from fucking her. A final sign of resistance.

"We shouldn't." He said simply.

"We already did."

Dan sighed.

She grabbed his cock and pushed herself back onto it. He entered her tight hole from behind and felt free. For the first time he was fucking her of his own volition. Not of the volition of the animal that hid inside.

He was finally able to shed the pseudo chivalry of pretending he did not want to fuck her to the point of unconsciousness.

Allanah moved herself back and forth along his cock. She soon felt Dan's pushes as he copied her but in reverse.

Allanah's moans became louder and more pronounced.

"Fuck me please!"

Dan pumped harder with each shout. Hoping she would scream his name.

She wanted to be fucked—begged in fact—but she had yet to say his name. That to him felt like a trophy. Being named in the moments following her orgasm.

He pushed into her and hoped he would be able to give her what she wanted from the moment. Because it was obvious to him that them being together was a part of a sexual fantasy.

For Allanah, it was the case that she was sleeping with a much older man that loved her for everything she was.

For Dan, the fantasy was in her young body. In the taboo of fucking the girl next door. The neighbor girl. The girl of his two best friends.

This moment—fucking in the shower—was just a benefit to being who they were in that situation.

He loved watching her ass bounce after thrusting inside of her. He pulled her in close to him. She would yelp in surprise.

"You're fucking me so hard!"

"Do you like it?"

"I love it."

Dan took a moment. He left his cock inside of her and enjoyed the ambiance. The sound of the shower water gently hitting their skin. The floating fog. The minutiae of the moment.

He thrust inside of Allanah. Felt her soft tits. Enjoyed her pale body, and when he could no longer wait... He pounded her for all she was worth.

He wanted her to scream his name. She had to.

"Feels so fucking good!" Close, but not quite.

Dan's only response was a throaty rasp. He was out of breathe from fucking her. The animal side of him had come out. There was only his dick inside of her pussy.

He pushed and pushed.

"Dan! Fuck my pussy!"

She'd said it.

He pulled his cock out and came onto her back.

The hot shower water continued to rain down and wash away his sins. What remained was the two of them.

They kissed. It felt like a declaration. Asserting the fact that the last few months meant something more than just the sex.

It felt beautiful to the two of them. Though they did fear what the outside world would think.

The two got dressed and descended to Dan's garage. Allanah entered his car and laid down in the backseat.

Dan reversed his car out of his garage. He looked to his right and waved at Jeffrey who was sweeping leaves from out of his front yard.

Dan hoped that Jeffrey wouldn't walk over for a conversation. He hoped they would merely nod in each other's direction and move on about their day.

Dan didn't brake at all. He rolled backwards continuously. Jeffrey took note and returned to his yard work.

Nancy was waiting for Allanah at the mall food court. She was drinking bubble tea. She saw Allanah in the distance with the man from the night before.

In the light she could see that he was taller and older. He wore a grey t-shirt that put his biceps on full display. He was strong. Looked capable, appeared to be what Nancy imagined a man to be.

She could feel a growing sense of... What was it? Nancy didn't have a name for it. Or she knew all along and did not want to admit to herself that she was... Horny.

She wanted what Allanah had.

Nancy didn't have the history Allanah had with Dan. She didn't have anything other than this moment and what Allanah had told her.

Nancy had a need... Like any person. Allanah had been fucked and Nancy felt that it might be time for her to get fucked too.

Allanah kissed Dan goodbye.

Nancy waned that.

To be held in a man's arm like Allanah was held by Dan... If only for a moment.

"How did it go?" Nancy asked.

In a whisper Allanah said, "We fucked." Nancy tried to hide her jealousy. "Twice."

"Wow."

"I know."

"How big was his—?"

"I don't know... big?"

"You didn't ask?"

"Didn't have a tape measure with me, no."

"How did it feel."

"Good."

"Obviously."

"Like... Being full. A warmth inside of me. A good warmth."

"Did he...?"

"No. Not yet."

"Not yet?"

"Soon."

They left the mall and Allanah returned home around dinnertime. Sam admonished her for being out all night and day with Nancy. But she was glad they both had a good time.

Nancy didn't know where to start. Didn't know what it was she missed. Lacked. An ever present emptiness that was the inside of her vagina. She had gone twenty three years without having had sex once. She'd gotten close, sure.

But no cigar.

The temptation of men had stayed with her. The present Catholic guilt followed her from relationship to relationship, and their end. It followed her such that she was starting to wonder if her abstinence was a curse rather than a gift.

She'd heard women be shamed for sleeping around and she had done her fair share of shaming... but the reality seemed to be that the lack of sex didn't improve her life. It held little benefit outside of a sense of superiority.

The next few weeks it became obvious that Allanah was in a mood that she had never been in before. There was a near constant smile that inhabited her face. A new willingness to do almost anything. A lack of resistance.

Jeffrey and Sam had noticed too. Asked what came over her. Had she found a boyfriend?

Allanah denied it, of course, but Nancy knew the truth. It wasn't a boyfriend. It was a man. A man that was taking care of Allanah's needs night after night.

When Nancy was alone in bed she replayed the little she knew about Dan. His strong arms, the biceps. The slight smile he made whenever he touched Allanah. These were all things she had picked up in the short few interactions they had together.

It never once occurred to Nancy that she had seen all this because she was horny, and not, as she thought, observant.

The mind becomes ever perceptive to body language as the desperation for sex increases. Nancy had continuously denied this to herself.

Except when alone in bed.

When alone in bed she played those thoughts in her head. She saw Dan and imagined him removing his shirt.

She saw his body. She began to feel his hands running on her skin. All the way down to her panties. He would gently pull at them. To ask for permission... To remove them from her body. She would resist at first. It was the Catholic thing to do.

He would pull them down and merely kiss her stomach. Kiss her face. Her naked body.

Her fingers circled on her clit. She moaned. It sometimes helped to further excite her. Even if everything was only in her imagination.

She pulled her panties down to her legs. She moved them back and forth, until her panties hung from her feet. She pretended to kick them towards Dan.

Had he been there... He would have caught them and smelled her panties. Taken a long whiff of them and told her how good they smelled. How he couldn't wait to taste the real thing.

He would tell her to continue touching herself as he pulled his cock out.

He would stroke himself. They would both just watch.

She imagined him crawling towards her. Pressing his cock against her stomach. Slowly pushing down against her. His desperation to fuck her growing.

He would kiss her... One last time...

Start to thrust...?

And then?

What did that feel like?

Allanah had said it felt like being full... What the fuck did that even mean?

To be full. Nancy felt full after eating pizza. She felt full when she drank too much water. Was being bloated the same as feeling 'full'?

She wanted to ask Allanah again but she knew that the only way to get the answer would be to experience it.

How?

Dan was already taken. Was there another man in her life? Some boy?

She knew it couldn't just be anyone. That was never the issue. To be 'full' Nancy reckoned she would need to do it with somebody she was carnally attracted to.

One that she couldn't deny.

It was at a BBQ when she found her man.

In the backyard, waiting for burgers, Allanah spilled her drink onto Jeffrey. He smiled and removed his shirt.

He had grey hair lining his head, but it contrasted well with the rest of his body. He was in decent shape. Jeffrey worked as a project manager at a construction company. He liked to keep himself close to the grunt work.

He didn't believe that a manager could properly do his job if he didn't understand the intricacies that motivated specific behaviors.

It was the stress of his work that left him to drink, but Nancy didn't know about that.

Allanah never talked about it outside of her home. Why should she? It was painful to describe how he lost control and yelled at her and her Mother.

None of this information was relevant to Nancy but it made Jeffrey into the man he was.

She was attracted to him at face value. The truth is that relationships are made in this face value assessment. It is human nature to trust our intuition when reality can be so different from it.

All Nancy saw, in her horny haze, was a kind older man that could teach her the ropes.

She could have what Allanah had and in droves. It in part bothered her that to have Jeffrey she would have to screw over Allanah's mom... but horniness has a habit of erasing moral predilection.

Jeffrey had continued cooking without his shirt.

Sam hung around, she kept her hand on Jeffries chest. Nancy knew it shouldn't, but it made her jealous. To know that Sam had someone she wanted.

Nancy kept close. The moments that Sam was gone she found a reason to touch Jeffrey, casually. She didn't want to alert him to her efforts.

Though the seduction of man was often easy, it could be an art.

Nancy was not the most experienced but she felt that if she adhered to conservative standards she could break a man. Any man.

After all, women were shamed for sleeping around but every man wanted a slut. They wanted a conservative slut. A girl who would be dirty only with them.

This was an important virtue and she was well aware of it.

A man saw value in innocence, youth, and beauty. Nancy saw it as well.

What Sam made up for in graceful aging, Nancy superseded with her younger years.

Of course, Sam's tits were on the larger side, about the same as Nancy's. She wondered if Jeffrey preferred tits or ass.

Either way, Nancy had both.

The BBQ continued and Nancy laughed at Jeffrey's jokes, but became scarce as the night continued. She didn't need her Father to know her affections.

As the weeks went on Nancy found new reasons to hang around Allanah's house.

The allegation of boredom. The need for girl talk. She became closer to Allanah and Sam. Coming up with new reasons to exist.

Using each opportunity to get just a little closer to Jeffrey.

It came to the point that they always hugged upon seeing each other.

Jeffrey was glad to see her. A young, pretty, girl that was happy to see him? What man wouldn't want that? It was of the same nature of a dog. Always excited and ready to do whatever you suggested.

Jeffrey's intentions and Nancy's were on separate ends. Jeffrey saw her as her daughters friend, and Nancy saw him as somebody to fuck.

Crossing that divide was the task at hand for Nancy. How to convinced a married man that he wanted to fuck her young pussy?

The most obvious way would be to just offer it. Wait for him and present her pussy, but that had potential to backfire.

He could just walk away. She had to trap him in the room. Had to ensure that he would have no chance to walk away. No chance to use his brain before her lips were around his rock hard cock.

Creating that situation could prove to be a challenge.

But Nancy, as history proved, was patient. She had waited twenty three years, what would one more matter?

She continued visiting. Each time making time for Jeffrey. Making a sexual little joke. A look of the eyes. She wanted it to be known that she wanted Jeffrey. Even if he didn't necessarily want her—yet anyway.

It is a common meme that men think of only one thing: Sex.

The truth is they think of two: Sex & how they'll get it next time.

Jeffrey had worked in construction since he was a young man. He had worked his way up the company in an eventful manner. He had a personality that few people could deny. A man for the people. Vulgar, when appropriate (when isn't it on a construction site?), and polite when he needed to be.

He left an impression of a man in control, and he was.

Though this control seemed to come at the cost of his home life. When at home, perhaps as a defense mechanism, he found himself out of control. He had the dream. A beautiful wife with big tits and a nice ass. She had been aging gracefully and Jeffrey knew that boys looked at her wherever they went.

Jeffrey was never mad, because he couldn't help looking at her either. But despite this near perfection he felt it necessary to drink. It had begun innocently enough. A stressful day that he didn't want to think about. He drank until he blacked out.

Then there was another stressful day, and another. It seemed that when he started drinking the stressful days never seemed to end. Perhaps he had mistaken the cause for the cure.

Drunkenness was fine on most days but it would often grow into passive aggressive movements. Slamming doors. Berating his wife.

During the day he would enjoy seeing other men covet his wife... But at night those feelings disappeared.

"You're such a fucking whore." To sam.

"You dress like a tramp." To Allanah.

Things of this nature came out of his mouth. Criticism for everybody but himself.

None of this ever became obvious to the outside world. Jeffrey was kind. He often treated others fairly and kindly. The façade continued as long as strangers to the family existed.

Jeffrey knew how to manage his image. He would lose credibility and that was something that he could not do.

A beautiful wife and a beautiful daughter, he certainly lived the dream.

Why then was it that he had started to see Nancy as something else? She had been a kind girl and in recent months she had visited more than he thought necessary. Necessity hardly ever pertains to the realities of life.

But as she came around he noticed how she would touch him. A light touch on his arm. Her hand would land on his chest.

One particular night they all sat watching TV. Sam had excused herself to read a book upstairs.

Nancy had laid her head on his shoulder. He didn't stop her. Why should he? It was innocent enough.

When you aren't thinking about sex, everything is innocent. It is often the perversion of society at large that corrupts the view of behavior.

What is deemed deviant or sexual is decided by the world at large, when it comes to consequence.

Jeffrey saw Nancy as just another girl so he thought nothing of it.

Then she began to ask Jeffrey for advice with boys. He would say what he could.

"Men are easy. Just tell them they're smart and funny."

"What if I say they have a big cock?"

"Nancy, what?" He said.

"It's just a question."

"You could say that."

"Should I say that?"

"I'm not sure when that would come up."

"How about now?"

"Now what?"

"What if I said you have a big cock?"

"You don't know that."

Jeffrey started stepping away. He wanted to leave the conversation but he wasn't sure how.