WACFYM Ch. 05

Craig nodded and crouched low to capture a full length shot of the sheer fabric falling to the floor. He swallowed hard as he saw her semi-clad body in her racy red lingerie. The body he'd been trying not to fantasise about since he first saw it. He didn't approve of what Phil was doing but he could certainly understand it. The sight was incredibly erotic and he was so caught up by it he barely noticed that his cock was beginning to grow hard in his pants.

"You like my body?" Zara teased, bending over and squeezing her breasts together, making love to the camera and the man behind it. The growing bulge in his pants was all the answer she needed but she wanted to hear him say it. "You've been thinking about my tits, haven't you?"

He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Yes." Craig croaked, his throat dry as he confessed to having impure thoughts about a woman who was not his wife. She was half naked in front of him, the whole situation so intimate it was impossible to deny it.

"What do you want me to do?" Zara prompted, goading him to direct her, to willingly participate in his own seduction.

Craig exhaled slowly, unaware he'd been holding his breath. He was amazed at how much this was turning him on. He'd thought he could maintain an objective distance but now he realised the physical response her nude flesh was having on him.

Embarrassed by the hard-on tenting against his fly and knowing she'd seen it, he futilely untucked his shirt to try and hide his arousal. Thoughts of Cally at home, waiting for him made his stomach twist. He knew then this had been a bad idea. Until now he'd never even looked at another woman other than his wife.

"I..." He moaned, unsure what to say. She gazed at his face, enjoying his attractive features, his strong brow, square jaw and innocent eyes.

"Come on, baby...you're a man...you tell me what you want to see..."

Craig paused with indecision, his cheeks reddening. He knew he was betraying his wife just by being here with this wanton temptress. He'd never cheat on her but these were hardly the actions of a good husband.

Zara could see his conscience giving him second thoughts. He loved his wife but right now she wasn't here and Zara was. Zara wanted to make him forget all about Cally and make this hot dad-to-be give in to his lust for her. With a mischievous grin she unfastened her bra to let him get a good long look at her bare chest.

"Bend over the chair." Craig said, his voice breaking as she complied, her perfect round ass sticking out into the air. He'd always secretly wished Cally had a bigger, juicier ass, just like Zara's. She knew that, despite the guilt he was feeling, he'd be keeping a set of these photos. He might not be ready to break his marriage vows... yet... but this moment was something he'd want to relive over again.

Her panties were getting damp thinking about him jerking off to these images of her.

"Tilt your head back and push out your..."

"Tits?"

"Yeah, play with your... tits." It felt strange saying that word. He'd been raised to treat girls with respect but some dark part of himself was enjoying this. Zara felt no inhibitions about conducting an affair with a married man or flaunting her abundant sexuality for another and he liked it, even as he tried to deny it.

Zara flipped over and spread her legs, allowing Craig to see the dark stain on her crotch. It pleased her to see him forced to adjust his own fly, his erection grown uncomfortably hard in his jeans. She forgot herself for a moment, her careful plan overlooked as she started to remove her panties.

"Stop." Craig said, noting the reluctance in his own voice. "This is just...a glamour shoot..." He had to draw the line and stop this going any further. He'd been bad but he couldn't go further. Bare breasts were one thing, private parts crossed the line.

"You don't want to see my pussy?"

"I think we're done." He said, trying to keep his voice even and professional, but failing to keep out a trace of regret. He glanced at his watch and saw over an hour had gone by and knew he had to get back to Cally and remind himself how much he treasured what he had with her.

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"So things are good between you and Craig?" Ginny asked as she accompanied Cally around the mall, helping her to shop for baby clothes. Her friend was 6 months pregnant and getting huge so their progress was slow.

"Never been better. Things in the bedroom especially." Cally confided. She had worried that as she got bigger Craig would lose interest in her but in fact the opposite was true. He could barely keep his hands off of her.

What she was blissfully unaware of was that Craig was permanently horny from photographing sexy sluts all the time. Phil had loved the shots of Zara, and despite his partner's protests, he'd forced his son-in-law to take more and more glamour sessions.

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Zara visited the Jezebels' secret website and watched the live feed from the studio. Craig was getting used to the string of hot young sluts that entered studio, each one a member of the society.

So far Craig had been a good boy, his wedding vows mostly intact, resisting the urge to touch the candy that paraded around him. Zara smiled, knowing it was only a matter of time before he gave in and cheated on his wife. Despite the fact that he'd remained faithful, the change in him was noticeable.

He'd been a sweet, decent guy who was a little shy around woman. In the video, streaming from the hidden cameras, his body language appeared relaxed. His initial reluctance was gone now. Gradually the guilt about lying to his wife had lessened.

On screen a black woman slowly disrobed, Craig barely batting an eye, he'd gotten so used to it by now. Rich, the assistant, was chatting away with her, making no attempt to hide his ogling.

"Would you look at that ass?" Phil jeered, a friendly arm around his son-in-law's shoulders. Craig shot him a warning look. He was enjoying the new cordial relationship with his wife's father but was often puzzled by how keen he was to encourage Craig to check out other women.

"What? You're married, not blind..." Phil said, goading him to look. "There's no harm in looking, right?"

Craig nodded, hesitantly, the words slowly sinking into his subconscious. Under Zara's instruction Phil had coached Craig, gradually wearing down his reluctance. They had taken it slow, Phil there to befriend his son-in-law, convincing him and manipulating him until he was almost completely corrupted.

"You ever fuck a black girl? Bet you've thought about it, haven't you?"

Craig shot him another look, warning him to back off.

"What?" Phil enquired as if he didn't see the problem. "We're both adults. There's no shame in admitting it."

Craig nodded his head slowly and eventually joined Phil in a little chuckle. His father-in-law's attitude towards women and tendency towards objectifying them still made him uneasy but he wasn't aware that it was actually starting to rub off on him.

Phil was actually turned on by trying to get his son-in-law to cheat on his daughter, coming home to Zara and fucking her brains out. It amused Zara to think of Craig going home with a big hard cock and fucking his wife, the whole time picturing a different slut.

Poor Cally, after seeing all these eager, willing little sluts with their hot bodies who could blame Craig was shutting his eyes and fantasising about fucking them as he made love to his wife.

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Despite the secret activities going on at work Craig was still happily fulfilling his marital responsibilities. He was really looking forward to the birth of their little boy and made sure that he attended every doctor's appointment and Lamaze class.

In his spare moments he daydreamed about the future and teaching his son how to be a good man, picturing himself as the proud father on his son's wedding day.

At home he was dutifully providing foot rubs, back rubs and running out for whatever Cally was craving for. He loved his wife, and loved watching the changes to her body, with the precious new life inside her. The only thing that spoilt the picture was his mother-in-law's illness. Her prognosis was not good and Cally was greatly upset at her father's reaction.

She had no idea about Zara, thinking her dad was throwing himself into work to avoid the situation at home and the prospect of losing his wife. Craig would cuddle her as she cried and try to suppress the guilt. He'd understand when Cally wasn't interested in making love and rock her to sleep.

Then he'd sneak downstairs to jack off to the photos of Zara or one of the other girls. It made him feel dirty and ashamed no matter how much he told himself he was doing it to give himself relief whilst avoiding pressuring his wife.

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"I hear you're a dad now. I wanted to come over and congratulate you." Zara said breezily and producing a large bottle of champagne."

"I was just about to lock up and go home." Craig answered, hoping his masturbatory fantasies about her didn't show on his face. He tried telling himself that all guys did it but that didn't make him feel better. Getting home and spending time with little Felix would help. He loved fatherhood, taking care of the little guy made his life seem so simple. All of his problems seemed smaller when faced with the hugeness of looking after that little bundle.

"Come on, baby, loosen up a bit. Your wife will still be there when you get home." Zara said, stepping close to him, her body pressed close to him.

"What are you doing?" Craig asked nervously, his mouth dry and his brow starting to sweat.

"I've been thinking about you and me, in private. I can't stop remembering the image of your cock getting hard in your pants. I bet you're a big boy, aren't you?"

Craig ran a shaky hand through his reddish hair, knowing he should step away but the smell of her perfume was intoxicating him, her proximity mesmerising.

"You saw my body...it's only fair I get to see yours." Zara whispered in his ear as she placed her hands on his waist. She smiled as she started to pull up his t-shirt and, rather than stopping her, Craig numbly lifted his arms, letting her undress him.

"You have a great body..." She breathed, running her hands over his bare chest. She enjoyed the way he trembled lightly as her fingers ran over his hairy pecs and down over his flat stomach. He closed his eyes and exhaled sleepily, submitting to her touch.

She wanted to jump this fine hunk of man, his maleness turning her on but held back. He was so close to giving in but she couldn't rush it. Turning his back on his wife and new born child would not be easy but she could make him do it.

On tiptoes she leant up and brushed her full crimson lips over his.

"I'm a married man." Craig protested feebly but didn't move to stop her. Zara started to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck, slipping her tongue passed his stunned lips and gently probing his mouth. A few seconds later he was kissing her back, his hands on her arms forcing her back up against the counter.

"Hmmm..." Craig moaned as he sampled her mouth, sucking her tongue into his own, enjoying the sweet wet heat of her lips. His whole body was alive as it had never been before. There was still something restrained about his passion, exploring the strange, unfamiliar sensation of kissing someone new.

"I can't...do this..." Craig cried as he battled to draw back, fighting his body's urge to continue the steamy encounter. "I don't want to cheat on my wife..."

"It's just sex, baby..." Zara pleaded, peppering his face with little kisses. "No strings attached..."

Craig was breathing hard and used the back of his hand to wipe her saliva from his lips. His eyes were on her, the lust simmering behind them but he wasn't quite ready to surrender just yet. However he could feel his reluctance wavering.

He couldn't stop looking as her dress fell to the floor, pooling around her signature killer red heels. She was completely naked apart from the shoes and a long pearl necklace. She wasn't wearing a bra or panties this time and the sight took his breath away. He was used to seeing it in elegant black and white but it was so much better in the flesh. His gaze trawled over it, drinking in the vision of her large pillowy tits, ripe and pert with wide rose pink areoles.

"You can't resist me, can you?" Zara teased.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Craig shook his head numbly.

His eyes lingered on her tits a long time, before she hopped up onto the counter, lewdly displaying herself and gave him a look between her legs.

"You shave." Craig sighed, an adorable crooked smile playing on his lips and Zara knew she had him. He was gonna fuck her, it was done deal and they both knew it. Craig wasn't fighting it any more. Faced with such temptation no man could resist. He told himself that it wouldn't hurt just to fuck her this one time, just to get her out of his system.

"What about Phil?" Craig enquired but it was for show; he was already kicking off his shoes and unfastening his belt. There was no trace of bashfulness in him as he bent over pushing his pants to the ground.

"Why don't you show me what a real man can do?" Zara replied, her voice husky with arousal as Craig stood there in his underwear, letting her see him semi-naked, a good looking man with a fit body, and making no attempt to hide the tent in his boxers.

She hopped off the counter and sauntered over to him, adding a little sway to her hips, filling the air with the sound of her heels on the tiles. She started to undo the straps of her shoes but Craig stopped her.

"Leav 'em on." Craig instructed, given over completely to his lust now. He'd been a good boy his whole life but not anymore.

Zara slipped a couple of fingers passed his cotton waistband and pulled down his boxers, letting out a jubilant little laugh as his thick cock sprung out. Without any time wasted she enclosed her full lips around his stiff eight inches.

"Oh god..." Craig groaned as he felt her fingernails digging into his bare ass, pulling his cock into her mouth. He couldn't deny it now, he was cheating on his wife but he didn't care. Cally had never sucked his cock like this.

"Mmmm...I've wanted to do this ever since I first saw you..." Zara sighed before burying her face in his balls, sucking them between her teeth, her hands working his cock up and down. "Mmmm...you taste so good..."

Craig closed his eyes, widening his stance and placing his hands on the back of her head as she coated the length of his shaft with spit, her tongue finding every sensitive part.

"Aw...yeah..." He groaned as she took him back into her mouth, the throbbing head of his cock deep in her throat as she raked her hands down his torso. He brushed back the strands of her shiny hair so he could watch her give him head. The sight of his silver wedding ring on his left hand gave him pause but Zara gave him no time to regain a semblance of control.

Her face buried in the curls at the base of his cock, she was noisily gagging on his meat, sucking him off better than any girl ever had. Cally, and none of his few girlfriends before her, had never thrown themselves into it with such gusto, so wet and sloppily working it.

"Only a slut really knows how to give a nice, dirty blow job..." Zara informed him, reading his mind as she smeared his pre-cum over her plump red lips. "I know your wife never sucked your cock this good."

Craig couldn't deny it but shut her up by taking hold of his dick and guiding it back into her mouth, using his hips to thrust into the wet heat, fucking her face, completely subsumed by lust. Zara smiled, gazing up at him from the floor and loving the look of intense focus on his features. His usual puppy dog eyes were gone and all she saw was a man fully given over to his bestial desires.

He was breathing heavily and she could tell he was close to cumming. Zara was tempted to let him cum, to swallow his salty semen until his balls were empty but she reluctantly drew back. She wanted him inside her, wanted him to shoot his load deep in her pussy.

Craig wore an adorable disappointed expression as Zara neglected his cock, standing and sauntering over to the counter, but he had to admit he loved the way her pert round behind bounced as she moved. He raised a quizzical eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips as he anticipated what Zara was up to. Any thought of heading home was gone, his wife and child forgotten.

Zara beckoned him closer, watching him walk over, his delicious cock jutting out, no trace of modesty in his demeanour. His eyes were hungry for her and he tilted his head, breaking out into a roguish grin as Zara opened the Champagne.

He purposefully groped her enormous tits, fondling them in his big strong hands as she started to pour the effervescent liquid over her radiant skin. The bubbles made her tingle, the sensation trebling as he lowered his head and used his tongue to lap up the flowing nectar.

Craig flicked his tongue over Zara's delicate pink nipples, feeling them harden from the chilled champagne and his attention.

"Do you love my tits?" Zara coaxed him as he squeezed them together, planting his face between them, his tongue tasting her as he pinched her erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "Do you love them more than your wife's tits?"

"Yes..." Craig admitted, his voice hoarse with lust. "I love your tits...." He continued, blind to the world as he lost himself in them, his hand finding its way lower, between her legs. "Cally's tits are so small....yours are so much better...." He couldn't believe how much it excited him to say it, to betray his wife verbally as well as physically.

"uhhhh..." Zara moaned as Craig worked two fingers into her tight pussy and started to ease them in and out of her, exploring her wetness. Discovering her to be well lubricated he frigged her harder. She doubted he'd been this way, this indelicate and commanding, with any of his other lovers. Nice guys never were....at least until they met their first slut.

Somewhere across the room, in Craig's discarded pants, his cell phone was ringing. Zara figured it was Cally calling. The poor bitch had no idea that her formerly faithful husband was discovering the sinful pleasures of cheating on his wife for the first time.

"You don't love her anymore, do you?"

"No..." Craig growled, using her hair to force her flushed face to his. He kissed her hard, their tongues mashing and fighting for dominance, hot and heavy as he pinioned her against the surface, holding down her hands as she struggled against him. There was no love or affection in their kiss, just two people consumed by basic need. Craig would say or do anything right now, he was discovering how good it felt to let his inhibitions go as years of love and respect were washed away.

"Your wife can't please you...not now you know what it's like to be with a dirty slut... her body, her love, your new born child...none of those matter anymore. Do they?"

"No..." Craig grunted, taking hold of the half empty bottle and directing the flow over Zara's flat milky stomach. He crouched down, drinking in the champagne from her skin, her navel and lower, catching the drops that cascaded over her swollen mound. "God... I wanked so hard thinking about your pussy..."

"My cunt...call it my cunt..." Zara sighed as Craig used two slick fingers to spread her dripping labia to reveal her inner pinkness and used his tongue to lap at her juices, mingling with the champagne, sticky and sweet. She arched her back as he started to eat her pussy, his hands on her thighs pushing them apart so he could munch her out completely.