Secret Cravings

The next day felt surreal. I went through the motions making breakfast for the kids, smiling at Jimmy like nothing had changed but inside, I was burning. Every time I moved, I felt the soreness between my legs, a dirty reminder of Jax’s thick c**k stretching me open. Jimmy was trying hard to act normal. He kept touching me, kissing my neck, whispering “I love you” every chance he got. But I could see the anxiety in his eyes. After dinner, while the kids were watching cartoons, he pulled me into the kitchen. “About last night…” he started, voice low. “I’ve been thinking. Maybe we should stop. It was hot, but I don’t want to lose you.” I forced a smile and hugged him. “You’re not losing me, baby. It was just one wild night.” But even as I said it, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I already knew who it was. Later that evening, after Jimmy fell asleep on the couch, I slipped into the bathroom and read the messages. Jax: Clubhouse. 9:30. Don’t make me wait, slut. Jax: Wear something easy to rip off. My p***y throbbed. I knew this was dangerous. I knew I should delete the messages and go back to bed. But instead, I replied: Me: I’ll be there. I told Jimmy I was going to meet my old friend Sarah for drinks. He looked suspicious but didn’t stop me. The guilt twisted in my stomach as I drove across town, heart pounding. The biker clubhouse was exactly what I expected loud music, bikes lined up outside, rough-looking men drinking and laughing. Jax was waiting by the door, leather vest on, looking every bit the dangerous man he was. He didn’t say a word. He just grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, straight to a private room in the back. As soon as the door closed, he shoved me against the wall and kissed me brutally, his hand sliding under my short dress. “No panties?” he growled against my lips. “Good little whore.” “Jax… we shouldn’t” My protest died as he pushed two thick fingers inside my already wet p***y. “You came here anyway,” he said, pumping his fingers hard. “You’re addicted to this c**k now.” I moaned loudly, grinding against his hand. He ripped my dress down, exposing my breasts, and sucked hard on my n*****s while finger-f*****g me. Within minutes I was cumming on his fingers, shaking and whimpering his name. He threw me onto the old leather couch and dropped his jeans. His massive c**k sprang free, already rock hard. “Suck it.” I dropped to my knees like an obedient slut and took him deep into my throat. Jax groaned, gripping my hair as he f****d my face roughly. “f**k, your husband has no idea how nasty his wife really is.” Tears streamed down my face as I choked on him, but I loved every second. He pulled out and bent me over the couch, slamming into my p***y from behind in one brutal thrust. “Fuuuuck!” I screamed. He pounded me mercilessly, spanking my ass red. “Tell me who owns this married p***y now.” “You do!” I cried. “Jax owns it!” He f****d me harder, reaching around to rub my c**t. I came again, squirting all over the floor. But Jax wasn’t satisfied. He pulled out and pressed his thick c**k against my asshole. “Wait—” I gasped. “Take it,” he ordered, pushing forward. The burn was intense, but the pleasure quickly followed as he buried himself balls-deep in my ass. He f****d my ass with long, powerful strokes while degrading me beautifully. “Your husband is at home sleeping while I’m balls deep in his wife’s tight ass. Pathetic.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came hard, my asshole clenching around him. Jax roared and filled my ass with hot c*m. When he pulled out, it dripped down my thighs. We weren’t done. He made me ride him on the couch, then took me against the wall, then made me clean his c**k with my mouth again. By the time we finished, it was past midnight. I was getting dressed when Jax dropped a bomb. “One of my brothers saw you. He wants a turn next time.” My eyes widened. “What?” Jax smirked. “Think about it. Two bikers using you while your husband waits at home like a good cuck.” The idea terrified and aroused me at the same time. I drove home in a daze, c*m still leaking from both holes. Jimmy was waiting up when I walked in. “You’re late,” he said, voice tight. “How was Sarah?” “Fine,” I lied, avoiding his eyes. He stepped closer and suddenly froze. “Why do you smell like… cigarettes and cologne?” My heart stopped. Jimmy’s face changed. Suspicion turned into pain. “Did you see him again?” The tension in the room was suffocating. I opened my mouth to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come.