My Husband's Mistress

Anger

I rode Spencer like that for hours until I saw his eyes roll back and I felt myself about to c*m again for the third time. He grabs my hips at this point and pounds into me furiously from underneath. All of a sudden he flips us over and he is on top of me now. I automatically wrap my legs around his waist to keep him from leaving and he could not do anything but enter me further. I felt him graze the outer edge of my cervix as he plunges into me without mercy. He pulls out and immediately slams home again. My toes curl and a smirk graces his face. He knows exactly what is fixing to happen. My eyes roll back at the sensations he is causing to happen inside me. He pistons his hips into me while rolling them with a snap and it is delicious. I tell him with a moan, "I-I'm c-cu-cumming." And with that he pounds into me even harder and as I clench around his c**k with my final and most intense orgasm of the night, I feel his hot seed spill into me. He groans at the intensity of his release and all I can do is smile at this... I love the feelings I invoke in Spencer. it is one of the reasons why we work so well together and have amazing s*x all the time. But alas, all good things must come to an end. Spencer drove me back to Kristoff's house later that morning after a delicious breakfast at Patty's Diner (which is also my favorite). I had to get my car anyways since I rode home with Spenc last night, so might as well get this s**t over with now... I walk up to the front door of their two story log cabin and knock. After a few minutes, Selene opens the door. "Oh my child. We were not expecting guests today after last night's events," she says. "Good morning, Mrs. Fitz. I need to talk to Kristoff. Is he around the house today?" She looks around frantically, almost like she is hiding something. Stammering Selene says, "Y-Yes, c-co-come on in dearie. I'll call him down to the foyer." "KRISTOFF!!! COMPANY!" Wow, that woman has a serious set of lungs on her. I walk into the foyer and sit down on a sofa that is way too white for my taste and after a few minutes of waiting, in walks the devil himself. I gasp because I was utterly not prepared mentally, emotionally, or physically in any sense for this delicious man standing in front of me. He stands at 6' tall with muscles galore. His biceps are impossibly large, his eight pack is so defined that I could use it as a table and not spill anything. His calves are incredibly toned and he is wearing some grey sweatpants that are hanging dangerously low on his hips. His "v" is looking yummier by the second and I could faintly make out the outline of a very serious bulge in his pants. And yet again he smirks when he catches me looking with my mouth in an "o" shape and possibly a little drool... After that I look up to see his smirk with dark brown hair and those captivating blue eyes and is that.. ""OH MY GOD!! A DIMPLE! HE HAS A FREAKING DIMPLE!"" Kristoff is literally going to be the death of me in all his sexy glory... And that smirk, it freaking infuriates me to no end. I do not know what I am going to do. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me into his chest. I splay my fingers on his hard muscles, running my fingers through the splatter of dark colored curls there. he grips my ass in one hand and my hips with the other. The next thing I know my world is turned up-side down quite literally.  He picked me up and threw me over his should like a sack of potatoes. I wiggle like my life depends upon and then feel a sharp stinging on my ass. ""OH no he just did not!"" "Kristoff," I whisper shout at him, "Did you seriously just spank me?" Kristoff looks over his shoulder at me and says, "Yes and you will get a lot more where that came from if you do not sit still." I immediately cease my moving. He laughs impossibly loud and I think that the whole town just heard. Kristoff heads up the stairs, down the left hallway, and kicks open the last door on the left open. He sets me down and I am immediately surrounded by his scent of a fresh summer rain with a undertone of spring flowers. You would think it was a feminine scent but it really was not. it suited him perfectly. Kristoff pins me against the wall and begins to kiss the soft sensitive spot on my neck. I moan out and then internally curse my stupid body. he chuckles against my neck and I shiver with delight at the sensations running through my body. I finally get the logical part of my brain to work and realize that he is pretty much about to f**k me right here up against his wall. I push him away which took a lot of self control and willpower. He gives me a serious glare and I just roll my eyes. He forcefully captures my chin between his fingers and lifts my face up to meet his. He all but growls at me, "Never do that again kitten or you will regret it." So like the stubborn ass I am, I roll my eyes again with a little more sass. My mouth and attitude always did get me in trouble. Hell, it still does. He throws me onto his bed and punishes me with a bruising kiss. then he flips me and I let out a squeal. He pulls my pants and thong down and proceeds to spank me. I squeal again and then I realize, I am soaking wet between my legs. ""Oh f**k! I just hope he does not realize it."" Much to my chagrin he swipes his fingers between my folds and I know I am a goner then and there. I plead with him, "Kristoff, please do not do this. You are better than this." Kristoff, "Oh but my dear. Have you not heard the rumors? I am so not better than this." We begins to tie my wrists to his headboard and I cry. Like full on ugly cry and sob until my nose is stopped up and running snot everywhere. All the while he is just sitting there and staring at me like I am an alien.. Eventually he slowly gets up and walks to me and unties me and pulls me onto his lap. He holds me like this until I quit crying and my sniffles all dry up.