CHEAT ON HIM WITH DADDY

Chapter 5: Two Men, First Taste

Emma’s eyes widened in pure panic as Mark’s video call rang loudly through the bedroom, the cheerful tone slicing through the heavy, s*x-filled air like a blade. Jax’s fresh, thick load was still pouring out of her ruined p***y in slow, sticky globs, soaking the marital sheets beneath her. Her face was a complete disaster mascara streaks running down her temples, drool glistening on her chin, lips swollen and puffy from the brutal throat f*****g she’d just endured.

“Answer it,” Jax ordered, his voice low and commanding, laced with cruel amusement. He slapped his heavy, c*m-slick c**k against her cheek with a wet smack, smearing more mess across her skin. “Be a good little wife, Emma. I’ll be right here… making sure you don’t forget who owns this married cunt now.”

Emma’s hands shook violently as she accepted the call, quickly angling the phone so only her face and upper body showed in the frame. She prayed the dim lighting and her messy hair would hide the worst of it. Mark’s smiling, trusting face appeared on the screen, his familiar warm eyes looking straight at her.

“Hey babe! Just wanted to see your pretty face. How’s everything at home? I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Emma forced a smile that felt more like a grimace, her voice hoarse and raspy from the earlier abuse. “H-hey honey… Everything’s fine. Just… relaxing after a long day.” Her thighs trembled as she tried to keep her breathing steady.

Jax didn’t wait even a second. He moved silently behind her on the bed, staying carefully out of frame, and shoved two thick fingers straight into her c*m-filled cunt. The obscene, wet squelching sound was loud enough that Emma was sure Mark would hear it. She bit her lip hard, nearly drawing blood, her eyes fluttering as Jax stirred his own load inside her, pushing it deeper and then scooping it out.

“You sound a little off. You okay? Your voice is kind of raspy,” Mark asked, his brow furrowing with genuine concern. “Are you coming down with something?”

“Y-yeah… just a bit tired,” she managed, the words strained. Right then, Jax pulled his fingers out and smeared the creamy, mixed load across her lips and under her nose. The strong, musky taste of his c*m flooded her mouth while she spoke to her husband. The humiliation burned hot in her chest, making her p***y clench greedily around nothing. “I was… um, working out. My voice is just sore.”

Jax leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, whispering so only she could hear, “Tell him you love him while my c*m drips out of you like the cheating w***e you are.”

Emma’s stomach twisted with shame and dark arousal. “I love you, Mark,” she whispered, voice trembling. Another thick glob of Jax’s seed leaked down her inner thigh, threatening to drip visibly if the camera angle shifted even slightly. She pressed her thighs together desperately.

The call dragged on for what felt like an eternity small talk about Mark’s day at work, his worry about a delayed project, asking if she’d signed for the delivery. Every innocent question ratcheted up the tension. Jax kept fingering her slowly, curling his fingers against her G-spot, forcing her to fight back moans. Sweat beaded on her forehead. One wrong gasp, one accidental moan, and her marriage would explode right there on video.

Finally, after several agonizing minutes, she made a weak excuse about needing a shower and hung up. The second the call ended, Emma let out a broken sob of relief mixed with lust.

Jax grabbed her by the hair and laughed darkly. “Good girl. You almost came on my fingers while telling your husband you love him. But you’re not done yet. I invited someone to come help me properly break you in.”

Before Emma could protest or process the words, the doorbell rang downstairs loud, insistent.

Jax made her walk down naked, legs shaky, c*m still leaking in visible trails down her thighs and calves. She left wet footprints on the stairs. Every step made her hyper-aware of her dripping p***y and the risk of a neighbor seeing through a window. She opened the door.

Marcus stood there Jax’s best friend, just as tall and powerfully built, with a dangerous smirk and a very noticeable bulge straining his pants. His eyes raked over her naked, c*m-glazed body like she was fresh meat.

“Well, well… Mark’s hot little wife. Finally,” Marcus said, stepping inside and closing the door with a decisive click. He grabbed her chin roughly, tilting her face up, and kissed her deep and possessively, his tongue invading her mouth and tasting Jax’s c*m still coating her tongue. Emma whimpered into the kiss, ashamed at how her body responded.

They didn’t waste time. Both men led her back upstairs to the marital bed, the same bed where she and Mark had said their vows in their hearts countless nights. They made her drop to her knees between them on the carpet.

“Time to worship two real c***s, cheating slut,” Jax said, pulling out his massive d**k again. Marcus unzipped and freed his own equally thick, slightly curved upward, already leaking precum from the swollen head.

Emma’s mouth watered despite the nervous flutter in her stomach and the voice in her head screaming that this was too far. She started with Jax, sucking him sloppily, taking him as deep as she could while stroking Marcus. Then she switched, alternating between the two throbbing c***s. She looked up at them with watery, submissive eyes, gagging and drooling messily as they took turns f*****g her face harder.

“f**k, she’s eager,” Marcus groaned, holding her head with both hands and pushing into her throat until her nose pressed against his pelvis. “Does your husband know his wife’s a natural cocksucker? That she’s starving for d**k behind his back?”

“No, but she’s learning fast,” Jax replied, slapping his wet c**k against her cheek while Marcus used her throat. “This married little w***e was dying for proper use.”

The tension skyrocketed when they made her service both at the same time. Emma stretched her lips wide, her tongue swirling desperately around both cockheads as they rubbed them together against her face. Thick strings of drool ran down her chin and onto her heaving t**s. Her p***y dripped steadily onto the floor beneath her, adding to the shame.

Marcus couldn’t wait any longer. He yanked her up, bent her over the edge of the bed, and slammed his thick c**k into her c*m-lubricated p***y in one savage thrust.

“Oh my f*****g god!” Emma screamed, the stretch intense and overwhelming. Marcus f****d her hard and fast, his hips slapping loudly against her ass, the sound echoing obscenely. Jax stood in front, feeding her his c**k, choking off her cries.

“Take it, you dirty cheating slut,” Marcus growled, spanking her ass bright red. “This married cunt feels even better than Jax described. So f*****g sloppy with his load.”

Jax grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her to look directly at the wedding photo on the nightstand while Marcus destroyed her from behind. Mark’s happy, loving smile stared back at her. “Tell him whose p***y that is now.”

“It’s yours both of yours! I’m your cheating cumslut!” Emma moaned brokenly between gagging on Jax’s d**k. The overwhelming sensation of being used by two dominant men in her own marriage bed Mark’s side of the bed right beside them pushed her over the edge. She came hard, squirting violently around Marcus’s pounding c**k while choking on Jax, her body shaking uncontrollably.

They switched positions fluidly. Jax lay on the bed and pulled her on top, impaling her on his c**k in reverse cowgirl so she faced the wedding photo. Marcus stepped forward, slapped his d**k across her face, and shoved it back down her throat. They used her like a toy, bouncing her between them, the bed creaking loudly under the assault. Emma’s mind spun with guilt, fear, and raw pleasure. Every thrust reminded her how much deeper and thicker they were than Mark.

After what felt like an eternity of relentless pounding her orgasms blending into one long wave both men pulled out and stood over her.

“On your knees. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue like a good w***e,” Jax commanded.

Emma obeyed instantly, kneeling submissively between them, tongue out, her wedding ring glinting on her finger as she stroked both c***s with trembling hands. They stroked themselves furiously until, with deep animalistic groans, they exploded.

Thick ropes of hot c*m blasted across her face, painting her tongue, cheeks, forehead, t**s, and landing in heavy streaks across her wedding ring. Load after load covered her until she was a dripping, c*m-drenched mess. The smell was overwhelming. Emma moaned loudly, fingering her c**t frantically as the ultimate humiliation sent her into another shaking orgasm without either c**k inside her.

She was still catching her breath, covered in their combined seed, when Jax’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He checked it and grinned wickedly.

“Mark just texted me said he’s trying to reach you again and you’re not answering. He’s worried something’s wrong at the house. He mentioned maybe coming home early if he can’t get through.”

Marcus laughed, rubbing his c*m into Emma’s t**s and smearing it across her n*****s. “Better clean up quick, Mrs. Mark… or don’t. Maybe let him see what his good wife has been up to.”

Emma’s stomach dropped like a stone. Fresh panic flooded her veins, mixing with the sticky afterglow. Her face and body were painted with two men’s c*m, her p***y wrecked and leaking, while her husband was actively trying to check on her. The risk had never felt more real or more terrifyingly arousing.