Unholy Desires; Tales of Sins

CAUGHT HIS WIFE CHEATING AND FUCKED HER AFTER

Linda loved going to art galleries for new artist exhibitions, trade shows, and corporate events. Just about any occasion that allowed her to mingle with 'creative minds' and artistic elites in the town where she and her husband lived.

Her husband, Davis, wasn't really a fan of the arts, so he rarely attended with her. In fact, he hadn't joined her on any of her 'artsy fartsy' forays, as he called them, for the past eight or nine years.

The two of them met in their late twenties, when Davis had attended a business function sponsored by his start-up software company, where Linda had been hired as a server.

Her pretty face. With long, blonde hair and big, blue eyes. He had definitely got his attention. Even more appealing to him was her gorgeous figure. She had slender, shapely legs and a tight, round ass... all set off perfectly by the short black skirt she was wearing.

But what had really caught his eye were her big, natural breasts... heavy and round, yet perky and wobbly... with a sensuous teardrop shape... and obvious nipple bumps poking through the white silk blouse of her server's uniform.

Davis was smitten and ended up asking her out by the end of the evening. Linda was happy to be pursued by a guy who seemed to have his shit together and appeared to be on the rise in his career.

They dated for six months before Linda moved into his modest, Bernal Heights home with him. A year later, they got married in Napa Valley... and had been living near San Francisco for the past twelve years.

Davis's software company turned out to be incredibly successful, and it wasn't long after they were married that they had moved into a plush, Nob Hill mansion... allowing Linda to stay at home, rather than having to work for a living.

For about a decade, or so, she'd spent most of her time shopping, supporting creative-based charities, lunching with other Bay Area socialites, and attending nearby art galleries whenever new artists or shows came to town.

On a Thursday evening in the middle of summer, Davis found himself at home... an extremely rare occurrence, since running his company kept him exceptionally busy... either at the office, or on the road... so being home in the evening on a weekday was just about unheard-of.

As he watched his wife getting ready to go to yet another event at one of her favorite Mission District art galleries, he got a wild hair, and said,

"Hey, Lin... I don't have any emergencies at work right now... so, how about if I go with you tonight?"

Linda glanced at him with a startled look on her face, and blurted, "What? No... You hate these things. Besides... it wouldn't be any fun for you."

Davis chuckled, and said, "Maybe not... but you always come home from these art shows so happy and cheerful... I'm thinking maybe I should try a little harder to appreciate some of the things that you enjoy so much."

Grumbling under her breath, Linda murmured, "Okay, hon... suit yourself... Now give me a few minutes... I need to put on some makeup and finish getting ready."

After applying her makeup, Linda stepped into her walk-in closet and pulled out a sleek, shimmering, tube-style cocktail dress made of polyester and spandex. It was skin-tight and short... showing off her shapely legs; and it had spaghetti-style shoulder straps... which meant she'd be bra-less... which would leave her heavy boobs completely unfettered, allowing them to jiggle and sway beneath the thin, clingy fabric throughout the evening.

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the closet, and smiled... this look always got her tons of attention, which she loved... and it didn't hurt that her nipples were perpetually stiff, making obvious little bumps in the top of her form-fitting dress.

After slipping into a pair of sexy heels, she joined her husband in the foyer... together they climbed into their car, then drove downtown to the Amara Art Gallery, a few miles away.

Davis handed off his car to the valet, then he and Linda walked along the red carpet and through the front doors, mixing immediately with other rich patrons and featured artists... already holding court... while a bunch of other nicely dressed potential customers wandered around the huge gallery floor... drinking wine, and eating fancy hors d'oeuvres.

Linda quickly ran into people she recognized from other galleries and art shows, including Darcy... the Amara gallery curator, and Claude... one of the evening's featured artists. She introduced Davis to Darcy and Claude, and the four of them began walking around the gallery floor together.

Davis was mostly quiet as they made their way past walls and walls of pretentious exhibits and ostentatious displays. As they meandered down hallways, into isolated corners, and back out to the main floor... Davis silently nursed his scotch, neat... while the other three sipped wine, and kept up a running "creative commentary" about many of the sculptures and framed artwork they observed.

Not unexpectedly, Davis lost interest fairly quickly... and after about thirty minutes, he leaned into Linda's ear and whispered that he was going to sit on the bench by the entrance, while she and the others continued making their way through the gallery.

Sitting on the bench near the front of the room, Davis watched as his wife, Claude, and Darcy moved about the exhibits... chatting amiably amongst themselves, and mingling happily with several of the other clientele.

He couldn't help but notice that his wife looked very sexy, as she moved around the room in her slinky red dress... her lovely legs even sexier than usual in heels, and her unrestrained tits twitching provocatively as she strolled amongst the artwork with the other patrons.

As he watched, Davis noticed that Claude frequently put his hand on his wife's back... and that it occasionally slipped down to surreptitiously fondle her ass cheeks through the sleek, contoured dress she was wearing, as they maneuvered through the sea of art-lovers.

Davis also noted that Linda didn't seem to flinch... which sort of surprised him... but he didn't really give it much thought, as he checked his watch and waited anxiously for the moment when the evening could be considered over.

After a few more minutes, Davis saw Darcy leave Linda's side to mingle with some of the other patrons, while Linda and Claude continued viewing the sculptures and framed paintings on display.

At one point, Claude seemed to lean into Linda and whisper something in her ear... Davis thought he saw his wife giggle... then the two of them continued wandering amongst the exhibits... eventually turning corners that took them out of his line of sight.

Davis turned his attention to some of the other high-brow clientele attending the event... enjoying about fifteen or twenty minutes of people-watching... chuckling at the obvious pomposity on display... until his wife and Claude strolled back into view. He caught her eye and waved her over... pointing at the front door to let her know he was ready to leave.

Linda gave him a nod and motioned that she'd meet him out front in a few minutes. Davis went through the front doors... handed the valet his ticket... then waited for him to bring his luxury car around to the entrance. When his car arrived, Davis paid the valet, then sat behind the wheel and waited for his wife to join him.

When she finally came out, Linda leaned into the car window, and said, "Darcy wants to show me something in the curator's workshop real quick... I should just be a few minutes."

Davis said, "Okay." He pointed to an empty space a few feet away, and added, "I'll wait for you over there", and pulled his car into the nearby parking spot to wait.

After listening to the radio for about fifteen minutes, or so, Davis got impatient. He turned the car off... left it where he'd parked it... then went back into the gallery to see if he could find his wife, and maybe figure out what was taking so long.

As soon as he entered the building, he saw Darcy chatting with someone just inside the entrance.

He walked up and gently interrupted her, saying, "Excuse me, Darcy... sorry to intrude, but have you seen Linda in the past few minutes?"

Darcy looked a bit flummoxed, but said, "Oh... I... uh... I saw her earlier... but not recently."

Davis looked a bit confused, and asked, "Well... she said something about your workshop... Can you tell me where that is?"

She stammered a bit, then said, "Uh... yeah... sure... it's over there", pointing to a door at the far end of the room, with a sign on it that said, "Employees Only", then quickly turned away, and resumed her earlier conversation.

A bit puzzled at Darcy's behavior, Davis walked over to the door she'd pointed to and slowly opened it.

He immediately heard grunts and moans... but given the boxes stacked near the front of the room, he couldn't see what was going on. He quietly closed the door behind him, then peeked around the stacked boxes to his right... and saw his wife.... bent over a cluttered workbench in the middle of the room.... getting fucked savagely from behind by a guy with a massive hard-on.

Linda had her hands on the table in front of her for support... her dress tangled around her waist... her panties pulled down to mid-thigh, and stretched tightly between her spread legs... and her heavy breasts banging into each other... over and over... as they flailed wildly beneath her chest.

Davis recognized Claude from earlier, when they'd met out in the main gallery... standing between Linda's spread legs, and roughly hammering a very big cock in and out of her dripping pussy with abandon... jolting her body with his powerful thrusts... his hips making wet, slapping sounds against her ass cheeks with every forward lunge.

Linda had her eyes closed, and it was her grunting and moaning that Davis had heard when he first entered the room.

Davis stood by the stack of boxes... hidden from view... in a bit of shock... as he watched his wife getting plowed by one of the gallery's featured artists. As he silently observed the scene playing out in front of him, his wife dropped her head to the table... and with her eyes closed and her tits still bouncing around beneath her... she let out a guttural moan... then mewled and mumbled a bunch of expletives, as an intense, tingly orgasm racked her entire body.

"Oh, fuck, Claude... yeah... holy shit... yeah... harder... damn, that feels good... oh, my God... yeah... yeah... keep going... yeah... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh... fuck, yeeeaaaahhhhh.... aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... oh, my God... ooooooohhhhhhhh... goddamn, Claude... keep going... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... oh, yeah.... hmmmmmm.."

Davis couldn't believe that he'd just watched his wife getting fucked by an artist... and cumming harder than he'd ever seen her cum before. As he kept watching Claude slamming his thick boner in and out of his wife's dripping wet pussy, Davis suddenly realized that he was getting hard.

He wasn't sure what to make of it, but he unconsciously adjusted the growing lump in his pants, and continued to watch his wife... shoving her hips backwards into every one of Claude's powerful thrusts... grunting, swearing, and encouraging Claude to keep going.

After gasping for air to catch her breath, and enjoying her climax for about a minute, Linda lifted her head and said over her shoulder, "Holy shit, Claude... I thought that blowjob I gave you earlier would get you through the night, but I'm glad you wanted to do this, too.... I didn't realize how much I was looking forward to it."

Claude laughed, and said, "Yeah... me, too... I mean, your blowjob was amazing, as always.... but it's shoving my cock into your pussy that really makes these art shows worth it."

Linda chuckled, and said, "Awww... you say the sweetest things, Claude," then, still looking over her shoulder, she added, "But seriously... You need to hurry up... my husband's waiting for me outside."

Claude chuckled and said, "No problem, babe," then reached around and grabbed her swinging tits.

He kept pounding away between Linda's legs... grunting and mumbling about how good her pussy felt... then suddenly caught his breath... let out a muffled growl... and blasted a huge load of white, creamy jizz deep inside her sloppy wet cunt.

Claude kept pumping his rigid pole in and out of Linda's vagina... both of them moaning softly and murmuring their mutual pleasure. Then Linda pushed him away... his still hard boner slipping out of her pussy with a 'plop'... and said, "That was great, Claude... but I gotta go."

Still standing behind the stacked boxes, Davis unconsciously reached between his legs and rubbed the raging hard-on that was pushing uncomfortably against the front of his slacks.

Holy fuck, that was hot... he couldn't believe how aroused he'd become just watching his wife getting railed by this artist guy.

Meanwhile, Linda had grabbed some paper towels from a roll sitting on the workbench, and quickly wiped between her legs a few times to clean up Claude's spunk, mumbling, "That'll have to do."

She pulled her panties back up... adjusted the bottom part of her dress around her hips... then slipped her arms through the thin straps of her dress, and tugged her top back up to cover her quivering boobs. She reached inside the top of her dress to re-position her breasts... then patted everything in place... smiled at Claude and mumbled, "There... good to go."

She grabbed her purse and started to leave... then stopped, turned back to Claude... stood on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the lips, and said, "Let me now when you have another show in town," then she reached down to his crotch and playfully fondled his glistening, still semi-hard cock as it dangled between legs, and added, "I'll see if I can swing by."

Seeing that she was getting ready to leave, Davis quietly opened the workshop door and hurried back to his parking spot. He was sitting in the car with the engine running when Linda came out of the gallery a few minutes later.

She opened her car door... slipped into the passenger seat, mumbling, "Sorry, hon... that took longer than I expected... I hope you didn't mind waiting."

With a knowing smile on his face, Davis replied, "Sure... no problem...so, what took so long?"

The question seemed to catch Linda by surprise... and as she began to formulate an answer, Davis reached over and shoved his hand up her dress... pulled her panties to the side... and slipped two fingers into her still wet pussy.

Feeling the squishy, gooey residue of the artist's cum, Davis began sliding his finger in and out of his wife's vagina... as she blushed and stammered something unintelligible.

"What... I... uh... but..."

Davis laughed, and said, "Don't bother... I know you fucked that artist... I actually saw the two of you in the workshop."

As Linda turned red, and continued to stumble over the words she was struggling to come up with, Davis pulled his fingers out of her slippery cunt... unzipped his pants... and pulled out his swollen erection.

He grabbed the back of Linda's head and pulled her over toward his crotch... forcing her to open her mouth, and suck his engorged prick inside. As she started bobbing her head up and down on his throbbing boner, Davis put the car in gear and started driving them home.

In a guilty haze, Linda kept sucking on her husband's stiff hard-on... then used one of her hands to stroke his shaft... while sucking the head of his cock even harder, and using her tongue to stimulate the bulbous tip.

Davis moaned and rocked his hips, as he continued their fifteen-minute drive back to the house... all the time using his hand on the back of Linda's head to keep her bobbing up and down on his rigid penis.

It didn't take long before Davis suddenly grunted, then pushed his cock as far into his wife's mouth as it would go... blasting a huge load of hot, gooey splooge against the back of her throat. He kept pumping his erection in and out of Linda's mouth... spewing more streams of cum onto her tongue, and making her swallow his entire load... until his nutsack was finally empty.

Davis continued holding his wife's head down to his crotch... pulling her head up and down on his still hard dick... even after he'd finished cumming.

When he finally let her up, Linda lifted her head from his lap... but held onto his shaft with one hand. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she leaned back over into his crotch and drew Davis's slimy shaft back into her mouth.... using her lips and tongue to suck and lick his stiff prick until it was clean... then slurping the last drop of cum from the tip of his cock.

Linda didn't really know what to say, so she just continued to fondle her husband's semi-hard penis... hoping that the situation would somehow magically resolve itself.

Davis glanced over at her and asked, "So.... how long has this shit been going on?"

Still blushing... and a bit flustered at having been caught... Linda figured she should probably come clean and just deal with the consequences. With downcast eyes, she answered, "Well... I... uh.... just about every time I go to an exhibition or art show."

Davis's jaw dropped, as he looked at her incredulously and barked, "What the fuck, Lin.... every single time?"

Linda said, "Well... yeah... pretty much. I've been going to these shows by myself for almost ten years... I usually end up fucking the featured artist before the night's done. Sometimes in the ladies' room... sometimes in the curator's office... sometimes just a quickie in one of the dark corners of the gallery after most of the others have gone."

Still shocked, Davis said, "What about Darcy... does she know about this?"

Linda chuckled, and said, "Yeah... she does the same thing.... and, if I don't find anyone I want to fuck, then Darcy and I usually end up having sex on the sofa in her office.... but usually we both find someone to fuck before the event is over."