Caught Him Red Handed (F)

I left the office, my mind already churning with plans and calculations for the evening ahead. Another day, another set of challenges conquered. As I strolled down the familiar streets towards home, my gaze was drawn to a peculiar sight—a voodoo sex shop nestled between the more mundane storefronts.

Intrigued, I paused in front of the shop, my analytical mind already whirring with questions. What strange concoctions and esoteric artifacts lay within those walls? What mysteries awaited those bold enough to venture inside?

I watched as Emma climbed into the passenger seat beside me, her chatter filling the confines of the car as we drove off into the night. As the city lights blurred past outside the window, I couldn't shake the lingering sense of excitement and intrigue that the voodoo sex shop had stirred within me.

But for now, I would content myself with the company of my coworker and the mundane chatter of everyday life. For in the quiet moments between the words, I knew that the mysteries of the occult would still be waiting for me when the time was right.

And so, with a smile on my lips and a sense of anticipation in my heart, I navigated the streets of the city, 

As we navigated the busy streets, Emma turned to me with a concerned expression. "So, how's your husband doing?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine interest.

I paused for a moment, considering her question before replying, "He's doing well, thank you for asking." And with that simple exchange, the conversation shifted, our thoughts turning to the people waiting for us at home.

As we continued our journey through the bustling streets, Emma's curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't resist probing into the story of how my husband and I had met.

With a mischievous glint in my eye, I began to weave a tale that was equal parts scandalous and romantic. I recounted how we had first crossed paths in a dimly lit speakeasy, our eyes locking across the crowded room in a moment of instant recognition.

I described how he had approached me with a devilish grin, his charm and charisma drawing me in like a moth to a flame. We danced the night away, our bodies moving in perfect harmony to the sultry rhythm of the jazz band playing in the corner.

As the night wore on and the cocktails flowed freely, our inhibitions melted away, and before long, we found ourselves locked in a passionate embrace, our desires igniting like wildfire in the darkness.

I spared no detail as I regaled Emma with the tale of our whirlwind romance, from the steamy encounters in hidden alleyways to the whispered promises of forever exchanged under the moonlight.

And as I finished recounting our illicit love affair, I couldn't help but smile at the memories that still burned brightly in my heart. For in that moment, I knew that our love was as wild and untamed as the night itself, a force of nature that could not be contained or controlled.

After a few more miles of driving, punctuated by Emma's laughter and my own fond reminisces, we reached her apartment building. She gave me a quick hug and a thank you before stepping out of the car, her face still lit with amusement from my story.

I watched as she walked up the steps to her door, then took a deep breath and turned the car back onto the main road. The city lights blurred by, my mind drifting back to the memories I'd just shared, their intensity and passion still fresh in my mind.

As I pulled up to our house, the familiar sight brought a sense of calm. The driveway was empty, signaling my husband's absence. He must have still been at work, or maybe out running errands.

I parked the car and stepped out, the cool evening air brushing against my skin. With the keys jingling softly in my hand, I made my way to the front door, the echo of my heels against the pavement the only sound in the quiet street.

The house greeted me with the familiar warmth and comfort of home. I set my bag down, took off my coat, and slipped into something more comfortable. With a glass of wine in hand, I settled onto the couch, the glow of the fireplace casting a soft light across the room.

As I sipped my wine, my thoughts wandered back to the strange voodoo sex shop I had seen earlier. The curiosity lingered, a small flame of intrigue that refused to be snuffed out.

But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the present. I was home, and soon my husband would be too. The night was still young, and there was time yet for new adventures to unfold.

I dialed his number, listening to the familiar ring as I took another sip of wine. After a few moments, he picked up.

"Hey, love," I said, keeping my tone light. "Just wanted to know when you'll be back home."

"Hey, Susan," he replied, his voice carrying an odd echo. "I'm still in a meeting. Shouldn't be too long."

I frowned, straining to listen more closely. Beneath his words, I could distinctly hear the crackling of a fire. There was no fireplace in his office, and his tone sounded distracted, almost hurried.

"Alright, I'll see you soon then," I said, forcing a smile into my voice.

"Yeah, see you soon," he replied before quickly ending the call.

I stared at my phone, my mind racing. The crackling fire sound gnawed at me, stirring a mix of suspicion and unease. I set the phone down, my fingers tightening around the glass of wine.

The unease gnawed at me, making it impossible to sit still. My eyes flicked to my laptop, the idea sparking in my mind. I had linked all our devices to the "Find My Device" service for security purposes. It was time to use it.

I set my glass down and quickly logged in, my fingers tapping the keyboard with precision. The screen loaded, displaying the familiar map with little dots representing our devices. I zoomed in on his phone's location, my heart pounding faster.

His phone wasn't at his office. It was at some unfamiliar location across town. A place I had never seen or heard of before.

My suspicion solidified into determination. I grabbed my coat and keys, my mind racing with possibilities. I had to know what was going on.

Stepping outside, the cold night air hit me, but I barely felt it. I got into my car, started the engine, and set off towards the mysterious location.

The city lights blurred past as I drove, my thoughts a chaotic whirl. What was he doing? Who was he with? And why lie to me about it?

I pulled up to the location, my headlights cutting through the darkness to reveal a secluded cabin by the lake. The place looked almost picturesque, with moonlight glistening on the water's surface. But there was nothing serene about the storm brewing inside me.

I killed the engine and stepped out, my breath visible in the cold night air. I crept towards the cabin, careful to stay in the shadows. As I neared a window, my heart pounded so loudly I feared it might give me away. I peeked through a gap in the curtains.

Inside, the scene was a nightmare brought to life. A woman, striking and statuesque, was straddling my husband on an old, creaky bed. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, glistening like spun gold. She had the kind of body men fantasize about, with full, perky breasts that bounced with every movement, a slender waist, and hips that swayed enticingly. Her skin was smooth and flawless, practically glowing in the dim light of the cabin.

And then there was my husband, David. His once charming and confident demeanor now looked pathetic under the circumstances. His short, dark hair was disheveled, and his usually warm, brown eyes were glazed over, staring at the ceiling as if seeking an escape. He was visibly trying to muster enthusiasm, gripping her hips weakly as she rode his cock.

"Am I doing it right? How does it feel?" she purred, her voice dripping with an eagerness that made my skin crawl.

David forced a smile, his voice strained. "Yeah, it feels... great. You're doing great."

The woman threw her head back, moaning theatrically, but I could see the truth in David's eyes. He was pretending, going through the motions with a performance that would win no awards. His face contorted between feigned pleasure and visible discomfort, his mind clearly elsewhere.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I watched this charade. Rage bubbled within me, but I stayed rooted to the spot, unable to tear my eyes away from the betrayal unfolding before me. The reality of my husband's deceit crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me breathless and reeling.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. Every step towards the door felt like a mile, but there was no turning back now. I pushed open the door with a creak that cut through the cabin's silence, making both David and the woman freeze.

"Enjoying yourselves?" I asked, my voice cold as ice.

David's eyes widened in horror as he scrambled to push the woman off him. She tumbled to the side, grabbing a blanket to cover herself. She looked at me with a mix of fear and confusion, her earlier confidence shattered.

"Susan, I—" David began, but I cut him off.

"Save it," I snapped. "I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses."

I turned to the woman, who was now clutching the blanket around her body. "And you. Do you have any idea who I am?"

She shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. "I... I didn't know he was married," she stammered.

"Of course, you didn't," I said, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Typical."

David had pulled on his trousers by now, standing between us as if to shield her from my wrath. "Susan, please, let's talk about this," he pleaded.

I laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that echoed through the cabin. "Talk? Now you want to talk? After everything?"

He reached out, but I stepped back, my glare enough to stop him in his tracks. "You think you can just play house with some bimbo while I'm at home, trusting you? How long has this been going on, David? How many lies have you fed me?"

The woman shrunk back, her bravado gone. "I should go," she whispered, trying to gather her clothes.

"Don't bother," I said. "You can both go to hell for all I care."

I turned to leave, but then I remembered the way David had been so painfully polite, pretending to enjoy her. "By the way, he was pretending," I said to her, seeing the confusion on her face. "Pretending to enjoy it. You weren't that good."

With that, I stormed out of the cabin, leaving them both to deal with the mess they had created. The cold night air hit me like a wall as I stepped outside, but it was nothing compared to the icy fury raging inside me. This wasn't over, not by a long shot. David would pay for his betrayal, and I would make sure of it.

I had almost reached my car when something inside me snapped. I turned on my heel and marched back into the cabin, the fury in my veins propelling me forward.

David looked up, startled, as I reentered. The woman, who had been frantically trying to get dressed, froze like a deer in headlights.

Without a word, I crossed the room and delivered a sharp slap across her face. The crack of the impact echoed in the cabin, and she stumbled back, clutching her now-bleeding nose.

"Get out," I hissed. "And don't ever come near us again."

She didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing whatever clothes she could find, she fled the cabin, her sobs fading into the night.

David stood there, looking pale and useless. "Susan, please—" he started, but I silenced him with a glare.

"You don't get to speak," I spat. "You don't get to say a damn thing."

He opened his mouth as if to protest, but no words came out. He knew better than to push me any further.

"You have one chance to explain yourself," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "And it better be good."

He swallowed hard, his eyes pleading. "It was a mistake, Susan. A terrible mistake. I never meant for this to happen."

I laughed, a harsh, humorless sound. "A mistake? You think this was just a mistake? You made a choice, David. You chose to betray me. Now, you face the consequences."

He looked down, shame and regret written all over his face. "Please, Susan. Let me make it right."

I stepped closer, my anger giving me strength. "You can't make this right, David. You destroyed my trust. You destroyed us."

He fell silent, knowing there was nothing he could say to undo the damage.

David looked up, startled once more, as I approached him with purpose. Before he could react, I pushed him down onto the bed. His eyes widened in shock and confusion as I placed my stiletto heel firmly on his chest, pinning him in place.

"You think you can just fuck around with some random slut and get away with it?" I sneered, pressing my heel harder against his skin. "I am going to show you what that bitch can't."

He winced but didn't dare move. "Susan, please—" he began, but I cut him off.

"Shut up," I commanded, my voice cold and commanding. "You're going to see just how much you've underestimated me."

I leaned in closer, my heel still digging into his chest. "You think you can get away with betraying me? You have no idea what I'm capable of."

David's breath hitched, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and arousal. I could see the conflict in his mind, the regret for his actions, and the realization that he had unleashed something far more dangerous than he could have ever imagined.

I removed my heel from his chest, but only to straddle him, my eyes locking onto his with a predatory intensity. "You belong to me, David," I whispered, my voice a low, seductive growl. "And I'm going to remind you why."

He swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he reached up to touch me, but I grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head. "No," I said, my voice firm. "You don't get to touch me. Not until I say so."

I released my grip on his wrists and placed my feet back on the floor. With a swift motion, I pushed him off me and laid down on the bed, spreading my legs wide and exposing my pussy to him. The look of surprise and fear on his face was priceless.

"Get on your knees, David," I ordered, my voice laced with authority. "And eat my pussy like your life depends on it."

David hesitated for a moment, still in shock from the turn of events. But he quickly scrambled to comply, dropping to his knees between my legs. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin, and tentatively began to lick me.

"Don't be shy now," I said, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him closer. "Show me what you can do."

He moaned softly, his tongue working more eagerly now as he licked and sucked on my clit. I arched my back, pushing myself against his mouth, and let out a low, guttural moan.

"That's it," I encouraged, feeling the familiar waves of pleasure starting to build. "Make me come, David. Make me forget all about that slut."

He obeyed, his tongue moving with more confidence and skill, his hands gripping my thighs as he devoured me. I could feel the tension in his body, the desperation to please me, and it only heightened my own arousal.

I writhed on the bed, my hands gripping the sheets as I lost myself in the sensation. My breathing grew ragged, my moans louder, and I could feel the orgasm building, threatening to consume me.

"Don't stop," I gasped, my hips bucking against his mouth. "I'm so close..."

David redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking and swirling with a fervor that sent me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came hard against his mouth.

"Not bad, David," I said, still catching my breath. "But we're not done yet." I looked him squarely in the eyes, a wicked smile spreading across my face. "Now, go medieval on my clit. Use your teeth."

David's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and apprehension flickering across his face. But he nodded, understanding the command. He leaned back down, his mouth hovering over my clit once more.

"Don't hold back," I urged, grabbing his hair again and guiding his head. "I want to feel it."

He hesitated only for a second before his mouth latched onto my clit. This time, his tongue was more forceful, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and pain, an intensity that made my toes curl.

"That's it," I moaned, arching my back. "Harder, David. Bite me."

He obeyed, his teeth gently nipping at my clit while his tongue continued its relentless assault. The combination was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. I moaned louder, my hands gripping his hair tightly as I pushed him closer.

David's hands roamed over my thighs, squeezing and caressing as he worked. His tongue moved with precision, his teeth adding an edge that drove me wild. I could feel another orgasm building, the intensity almost too much to bear.

"Yes, just like that," I gasped, my body trembling. "Don't you dare stop."

He didn't. His mouth continued its relentless assault, his teeth and tongue working in perfect harmony. I could feel the climax rising, a powerful wave that threatened to crash over me at any moment.

With a final, desperate cry, I came again, my body convulsing with the force of it. David didn't stop, his mouth continuing to work even as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

When it finally subsided, I pushed him away, my body spent and satisfied. "Not bad," I said, panting. "Not bad at all."

I looked down at David, still catching my breath, and commanded, "Lie down on the bed." He quickly obeyed, stretching out on his back, his eyes locked onto mine. The anticipation was evident in his gaze.

Climbing on top of him, I positioned myself over his cock, grabbing him by the neck with one hand. I could feel the power shifting, the control fully in my hands now. I lowered myself onto him, feeling his cock fill me up. A gasp escaped his lips, his eyes widening in pleasure.

"That's how you like it, isn't it?" I asked, my voice low and sultry as I began to move. I started slowly, grinding my hips in a steady rhythm, feeling every inch of him inside me.

David's hands moved to my hips, trying to guide me, but I slapped them away. "No, you don't get to touch," I commanded. "Just lie there and enjoy it."

He nodded, biting his lip, the pleasure evident on his face. I tightened my grip on his neck, riding him harder, the sensation overwhelming. His eyes rolled back, and he moaned loudly, his body arching towards mine.

"You like it when I'm in control, don't you?" I taunted, my movements becoming faster and more intense. "You like being dominated."

"Yes, Susan," he gasped, his voice trembling with pleasure. "I love it."

I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. "Good," I whispered. "Because I'm not stopping until I say so."

His response was a guttural moan as I continued to ride him, the intensity growing with each thrust. I could feel the power coursing through me, the pleasure building to a fever pitch. David was completely at my mercy, and I reveled in it.

"Tell me how much you love it," I demanded, my hips grinding against him, taking him deeper.

"I love it," he groaned. "I love you, Susan. Please, don't stop."

A wicked smile spread across my face as I quickened my pace, riding him harder. "That's right," I said, my voice a seductive purr. "You're mine, David. All mine."

The intensity of our connection fueled my movements as I rode him harder, my body moving in sync with his. With each thrust, I felt a surge of power coursing through me, exhilarating and intoxicating.

David's hands gripped the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white with the force of his hold. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of desire and surrender.

I leaned down, my lips hovering just inches from his, a predatory glint in my eyes. "You like it rough, don't you?" I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction.

He nodded eagerly, his breath hot against my skin. "Yes, Susan," he groaned. "More."

A smirk played at the corners of my lips as I obliged, riding him with a ferocity that bordered on primal. Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

I paused, feeling the tension building between us as David teetered on the edge of release. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with anticipation as he neared the brink of ecstasy.

But I wasn't ready to let him go just yet.

With a wicked grin, I slowed my movements, teasing him with the promise of release before pulling back at the last moment. His groans of frustration only spurred me on, fueling my desire to keep him on the edge for just a little while longer.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "Not yet, darling. I'm not finished with you."

His response was a desperate plea, his voice thick with need as he begged for release. But I remained steadfast, relishing in the power I held over him as I continued to toy with his desires.

With a commanding tone, I instructed David to take a seat in the chair, watching intently as he complied with a mixture of anticipation and desire. As he settled into position, I straddled the chair backwards, positioning myself so that his cock could penetrate deep inside me.

The sensation of him filling me sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through my body, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. I reveled in the feeling of him inside me, the intimacy and connection between us palpable in the air.

With each thrust, I felt myself drawing closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity. I gripped the back of the chair tightly, my nails digging into the wood as I surrendered to the delicious torment of our union.

As we reached the peak of our passion, I threw my head back in ecstasy, my moans mingling with his as we tumbled over the edge together. In that moment, there was only us, lost in the throes of passion, bound together by desire and devotion.

With a wicked gleam in my eye, I leaned close to David, my breath hot against his skin as I whispered, "I hope you've learned your lesson, darling. Now, grab my hips and ravage me like you've never ravaged me before."

With a primal growl, David seized me by the hips, his grip firm and unyielding as he pulled me closer, his cock throbbing with a newfound urgency. There was a hunger in his eyes, a fierce determination to claim me as his own, and I relished in the intensity of his desire.

As he plunged into me with reckless abandon, I surrendered myself to the ecstasy of our coupling, my moans of pleasure mingling with his as we moved together in a frenzy of passion. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

With each movement, I felt myself drawing closer to the edge, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me until I could no longer hold back. And when I finally reached the peak of my pleasure, it was with a cry of ecstasy that echoed through the room, mingling with David's own primal roar of satisfaction.

With a mischievous smile, I whispered to David, "Put a baby in me, darling. Fill me with your hot cum."

With a primal urgency, David responded to my request, his movements becoming more frenzied as he sought to fulfill my deepest desire. With each powerful thrust, I could feel him drawing closer to the edge, his passion igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing moment.

And then, with a primal roar of pleasure, he released himself inside me, his hot cum filling me to the brim as we became one in the ultimate act of love and desire. 

****

A week later, with a radiant smile on my face, I greeted David as he returned home from the office. As he stepped through the door, I couldn't contain my excitement any longer.

"Davie," I began, my voice trembling with emotion, "I have something incredible to tell you. I'm pregnant."