Betrayed Chapter 1

"You tell me, Sugar," she purred. "Aren't you feeling just a little bit freaky? Before you try to deny it, your friend is telling me yes."

She ground her bottom into my lap to confirm her point.

The girl's body was lushly proportioned, to be sure, but she wasn't all that heavy. Why was I out of breath? Why was my heart pounding? She took my confused silence as a tacit admission.

"That's what I thought," she continued. "Why don't we get more... comfortable? I mean, you've already paid for the time."

The intoxicating vixen removed her hands from my neck and began unbuttoning my shirt. I willed my hands to seize hers, stop her from doing what she was doing, what she was going to do. My hands refused to move. I was caught in the gaze of her big chocolate-brown eyes like a deer in headlights.

I don't remember undressing her, nor moving with her to the bed. I remember lying on my back with her astride me, feeding me a mouthful of tit. I had always thought Susan's C-cups were the best of the best. Dianna's were bigger, fuller, firmer – and demanded my attention.

That wasn't all that demanded my attention. I could feel her down there, feel something big where it had no business being. It snaked its way around my crotch, rubbing up against my own rock-hard dick. I tried to put it out of my mind, concentrate on her magnificent titties, but couldn't.

"You like that, don't you, Baby?" she trilled, "me rubbing against you like that, all up in your business. Your white-bread wife can't give you that; no GG can. I've got what you need, what you really want."

I didn't want this! I just wanted to know what a man like Jeff Spencer saw in her, why he would even cheat on a prize like Susan for someone like this. Instead, I was in bed with this, this... ho', trapped beneath her, sucking her tits like there was no tomorrow, feeling her fuckpole rubbing up against my abdomen. The really insane thing was, my cock was bigger and harder than it had ever been before in my life! What on earth was it thinking?