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.

Emma stirred awake to warm morning sunlight filtering through the bedroom curtains. For a brief, blissful second everything felt normal until she shifted her thighs. Thick, sticky cum slowly oozed from her stretched pussy, soaking the sheets beneath her. Jax's heavy load from last night had leaked out for hours, painting her inner thighs with creamy white streaks and leaving a blatant wet spot on the marital bed she shared with Mark.

"Fuck..." she whispered, voice hoarse and shaky. A crushing wave of guilt slammed into her chest. Mark had texted her goodnight, told her he loved her and missed her already. She had replied with a simple heart emoji while another man's cum was still dripping out of her well-fucked hole. The shame burned hot, yet it only made her clit throb harder. She could still feel the ghost of Jax's massive cock splitting her open, the way he'd claimed her like he owned her, the brutal stretch that made her scream "Daddy" until her voice cracked.

Her hand slid down her body before her mind could stop it. Fingers brushed over her swollen, sensitive clit, then dipped lower, pushing into her messy cunt. Two fingers sank in easily, stirring the remnants of last night's creampie. She scooped out more of Jax's thick seed and brought it to her mouth, sucking them clean with a filthy moan. The salty, musky taste made her pussy clench.

"I'm such a dirty cheating slut," she breathed, eyes fluttering shut. She pushed three fingers deeper, fucking herself slowly while memories flooded her: Jax's heavy balls slapping against her, his growl calling her his "married cumdump," the way her wedding ring had flashed as she gripped the counter and came harder than Mark had ever made her.

Emma grabbed her phone with her free hand. Her pussy was still leaking steadily. She spread her legs wide, angled the camera down between her thighs, and hit record. Her fingers plunged in and out, creamy white cum coating them, long strings stretching obscenely as she pulled them free. Her clit was puffy and shiny with arousal. She made sure the diamond wedding ring on her left hand was clearly visible in every frame, glinting as she fingered another man's load out of her married hole.

**Emma:** [Video sent]

**Emma:** Look what Daddy did to your friend's wife... I woke up like this. Still leaking you everywhere. Come fill me again before I lose my mind.

She hit send, heart pounding so hard she felt dizzy. The risk made her even wetter. Less than five minutes later, her phone buzzed.

**Jax:** On my way. Don't you dare clean that pussy. I want it to be sloppy.

Emma's nipples hardened into tight peaks. She stayed in bed for the next twenty minutes, lazily playing with her creampied hole, edging herself but never letting herself cum. The doorbell finally rang.

She answered wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered the curve of her ass. Jax stepped inside, already rock-hard in his jeans. He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her in for a rough, possessive kiss that stole her breath, then walked her backward toward the living room.

"Show me," he ordered, voice low and commanding.

Emma's cheeks burned as she opened her robe and bent over the arm of the big couch the same couch where she and Mark cuddled watching movies and shared innocent kisses. She reached back, spread her ass cheeks wide, and displayed her messy, leaking pussy to him.

Jax groaned in deep approval. "Good fucking girl. Still full of my cum like a proper married whore." He dropped his jeans, freeing his massive nine-inch cock. It looked even thicker in the daylight, veins pulsing angrily, the head already glistening with pre-cum.

He didn't rush this time. The tension built unbearably as he rubbed the fat head up and down her cum-slick folds, teasing her entrance, slapping it against her swollen clit. Emma whimpered and pushed back desperately, but he held her hips firm, making her wait.

"Beg properly," he growled.

"Please, Daddy... I've been leaking your cum for hours. I need you to fuck it deeper. Please ruin me again."

Jax finally pushed in inch by slow, deliberate inch until his heavy balls rested against her clit. "Fuuuuck, Daddy..." Emma moaned, gripping the couch cushion. Even after last night, the stretch was intense, almost too much. "You're so much bigger than him. I feel so full."

Jax chuckled darkly and started fucking her with long, possessive strokes. Deep. Grinding. Each thrust bottomed out against her cervix before dragging slowly back out, making her feel every thick vein. "Tell me, baby. Tell Daddy how my cock compares to your husband's pathetic little dick."

Emma's face burned with shame and raw lust. The words tumbled out between moans. "It's so much better... Mark's is small and thin. He never fills me. Never reach where you do. Your cock ruins me, Daddy. It owns this married pussy now. I'm sorry-fuck-I'm so sorry but I can't stop."

Jax's hand wrapped around her throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make her lightheaded and dripping. He kept the slow, grinding rhythm, stirring his old cum and her fresh juices into a creamy, obscene mess that dripped down her thighs and onto the couch.

"That's right. This cunt belongs to me now." He tightened his grip and thrust harder. "Your husband is out there working his ass off while I'm balls-deep in his wife's sloppy, cheating hole. Say thank you."

"Thank you, Daddy... thank you for fucking me better than my husband ever could!" Emma cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure and guilt pricking her eyes. Her pussy clenched violently around him.

Jax reached down and rubbed her clit in firm, relentless circles while lightly choking her. The dual sensation pushed her over the edge fast. She came with a guttural moan, squirting hard around his thick cock. Clear fluid sprayed onto the couch cushions as her walls spasmed violently.

But Jax didn't stop. He fucked her straight through it, slow and deep, drawing out every pulse until her legs shook uncontrollably and she was babbling incoherently.

Suddenly he pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and pushed her knees to her chest, folding her in half. He slid back inside her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. The new angle let him grind perfectly against her clit with every stroke.

"Look at me while I fuck you," he growled, one hand still loosely around her throat. "Tell me again whose pussy this is."

"Yours, Daddy! It's your cheating slut pussy!" Emma's eyes were glassy, lost in pleasure. Another orgasm built rapidly. She could feel a bigger squirt coming.

Jax leaned down, spitting into her open mouth. She swallowed it eagerly, moaning. His pace picked up still deep but getting rougher. The wet, squelching sounds of her creampied cunt filled the living room like the filthiest soundtrack.

"Gonna give you another load," he warned, voice strained. "Gonna mix it with the first one so you're leaking me all fucking day. Walking around with my cum inside you while you text your husband."

"Yeeeeeess... please cum inside me again!" Emma begged, voice breaking. "Breed your married whore! Please, Daddy!"

Jax buried himself to the hilt and roared. His cock pulsed powerfully as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep into her womb. The sheer volume forced the previous load out around his shaft, creating an even bigger, messier flood.

Emma came again at the feeling of being flooded. She squirted hard, soaking the couch and Jax's abs. Her whole body convulsed in his powerful grip.

They stayed locked together, panting. When he finally pulled free, a huge rush of mixed cum gushed from her gaping hole onto the cushions. Jax scooped some up on two fingers and pushed them into her mouth. Emma sucked them clean without hesitation, eyes locked on his.

"Good girl." He stroked her hair almost tenderly, then let his fingers drift lower, sliding between her ass cheeks. He circled her tight little asshole, pressing the tip of one thick finger inside.

Emma gasped sharply. "Daddy..."

"Just teasing for now," he murmured, pushing the finger deeper while his thumb rubbed her oversensitive clit. "Soon I'm going to train this tight ass. Stretch it open until you can take my cock and still beg for more. Maybe one day I'll even have you take both of us me in your ass while your husband watches what a real man can do."

The filthy promise sent another spasm through her pussy, pushing out more cum. She moaned loudly around his fingers, already aching for more despite two shattering orgasms.

Jax pulled his finger free and slapped her pussy lightly, making her jolt. "Keep my loads inside you today. No cleaning. I want you thinking about me every time it drips down your legs."

Emma nodded weakly, body spent yet buzzing on the cum-stained marital couch. Her phone buzzed on the coffee table.

**Mark:** Good morning, beautiful. Hope you slept well Miss you more than you know.

She stared at the message, thighs sticky with another man's cum, pussy still pulsing and leaking, lips swollen from being used so thoroughly. Fresh guilt twisted deep inside her, but it was drowned out by dark, addictive hunger.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

Jax smirked down at her, already half-hard again. "This is only day two, baby. By the end of these two weeks, you're not going to remember what your husband's dick even feels like. And you're going to love every second of it."

Emma froze, impaled on Jax's throbbing cock, her slick walls still fluttering around his thick shaft from the last orgasm. The knock came again, sharper this time. "Delivery for Mark! Got a signature needed!"

Her heart slammed against her ribs. The large kitchen window overlooked the front yard, and the delivery guy's voice sounded mere feet away from the door, which was only steps from where they stood. She was pressed against the glass, tits flattened on the cool surface, her flushed face and messy hair visible to anyone who glanced toward the house. Jax's cock twitched deep inside her, stretching her married pussy obscenely, his hips still making tiny, filthy circles that ground his pubic bone against her ass.

"Jax-fuck-stop," she whispered frantically, her voice a broken whimper. Panic flooded her chest, but her body betrayed her. Another involuntary clench rippled around him, milking his length as fresh cream dripped down his balls.

He chuckled darkly against her ear, one hand tightening around her throat while the other slapped her swollen clit lightly, making her jolt. "Why would I stop, whore? You're dripping down my cock like a faucet. Tell him to wait."

The knock sounded a third time, louder, more impatient. "Hello? Anyone home?"

Emma's mind spun. Mark's name. Her husband's name. The man who paid for this house, this kitchen, this life. And here she was-bent over like a cheap slut, stuffed full of another man's dick in broad daylight. Shame burned her cheeks, but it only made her pussy throb harder.

Jax didn't pull out. Instead, he slowly rolled his hips, dragging his massive cock along her sensitive walls in long, deliberate strokes. The wet, squelching sound of her creampied cunt was obscenely loud in the quiet house. "Answer him, baby. Or I'll carry you to the door like this."

She shook her head wildly, but Jax's grip on her throat tightened just enough to make stars dance in her vision. He thrust up hard once, forcing a moan out of her before she could clamp her lips shut.

"J-just a minute!" Emma called out, her voice shaky and far too breathy. She prayed the delivery guy couldn't hear the way her tits were squeaking against the glass with every tiny thrust Jax gave her.

Jax grinned like a predator. He pulled her back slightly from the window, just enough that her nipples were no longer pressed to the glass, but kept her fully impaled. Then he started fucking her again-slow, deep, punishing strokes that made her ass cheeks ripple. Each thrust pushed a fresh mix of their juices down her thighs.

The delivery guy sighed audibly from outside. "Ma'am, I've got a package here from... looks like electronics? Signature required. Can you come out?"

Jax spun her around without pulling out, keeping her legs hooked over his arms in a standing full nelson. Her back was to his chest, his cock buried to the hilt as he walked them quietly toward the front hallway. Every step bounced her on his dick, the head kissing her cervix brutally. Emma bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting back moans.

"Be a good little wife and sign for your husband's package," Jax whispered, nipping her earlobe. "While I fill this cheating cunt again."

He stopped just out of sight of the door's side window, but close enough that if the delivery man leaned in, he might see movement. Jax lowered her feet to the floor but kept her bent forward at the waist, one hand fisted in her hair. He slammed back into her from behind with a wet slap, forcing her to brace her hands on the hallway table right next to the door.

Emma's legs trembled violently. "I-I'm coming!" she yelled toward the door, the double meaning not lost on Jax, who chuckled and started pounding her harder. The table creaked under her grip. His heavy balls slapped rhythmically against her clit, loud enough that she was terrified the man outside could hear.

The delivery guy shifted on the porch. "Everything okay in there? You sound... winded."

Jax reached around and rubbed her clit in fast, brutal circles while jackhammering into her soaked pussy. Emma's eyes rolled back. She was so close again, shame and terror twisting into the hottest pleasure she'd ever felt.

"Y-yes! Just... just got out of the shower!" she lied, voice cracking as another orgasm threatened to rip through her. Jax yanked her head back by the hair and growled low in her ear, "Cum on my cock while you talk to him, slut."

She fumbled for the doorknob, cracking the door open just a few inches, keeping her lower body hidden behind it. The delivery guy-a young man in his twenties-stood there holding a tablet and a large box. His eyes widened slightly at her flushed face, messy hair, and the loose tank top barely covering her hard nipples.

"Sign here, please," he said, extending the tablet.

Emma reached out with a trembling hand, trying to steady the stylus. Behind the door, Jax never stopped. He fucked her in short, vicious thrusts, grinding deep every time she tried to focus. Her pussy gushed around him, a fresh squirt threatening to run down her legs and pool on the floor where the delivery guy might see if he looked down.

She scribbled something illegible on the screen, biting back a moan as Jax's cock hit that perfect spot over and over. "Th-thank you," she gasped.

The guy hesitated, glancing at her face again. "You sure you're alright? You look kinda... feverish."

Jax chose that exact moment to reach around and pinch her clit hard while slamming balls-deep. Emma came violently, her knees buckling. She gripped the doorframe, a choked moan escaping as her walls spasmed and squirted around Jax's cock. The delivery guy's eyes widened further, but he couldn't see below her waist.

"I'm fine-really!" she squeaked, voice wrecked. "Just... allergies. Thank you!"

She slammed the door shut before he could respond, collapsing forward as Jax roared and flooded her pussy with a third massive load. Thick ropes of hot cum painted her insides while he growled filthy praises against her neck. "Good girl. Taking Daddy's cum while your husband's package sits right there."

Emma sobbed with pleasure, her body shaking through aftershocks as cum leaked heavily down her thighs, joining the mess already there. Jax kept her pinned against the hallway table, cock still twitching inside her as he ground out the last drops.

But he wasn't done increasing the tension.

He pulled out with a wet pop, spun her around, and lifted her onto the hallway table. Her legs spread wide automatically as he shoved back inside her overflowing cunt in one brutal thrust. "We're not moving from here until you've cum again," he said, voice low and dangerous. "And this time, you're going to scream my name loud enough that if that delivery kid is still walking to his truck, he'll hear exactly what a cheating kitchen whore you are."

Emma's eyes widened in fresh panic, but her hips were already rolling to meet his thrusts. The risk, the shame, the constant leaking of his cum-it all blended into overwhelming lust. Jax fucked her relentlessly on the table, the front door only inches away, the afternoon light streaming in and illuminating every filthy detail: her bouncing tits, her cream-covered thighs, the way her married pussy stretched obscenely around his thick cock.

Another knock-lighter this time-sounded on the door. "Ma'am? Forgot to give you the tracking number!"

Jax laughed darkly and slammed into her harder, slapping her tits as he did. "Answer it again, baby. This time, I want him to hear you moan."

The tension coiled tighter in her belly, sharper than ever. Emma was trapped between terror and ecstasy, her body completely owned, her mind fracturing under the weight of how much she craved every second of it.