A Sweet Miscalculation (Patreon)

Man you gotta love February. I swear I always seem to forget there are less days this month every single time it rolls around lol. Hopefully the lateness of this story won't keep anyone from enjoying it though! Fans of Veronica Sweet should enjoy this but I hope all of you can find something worth liking!

Oh and since this was inspired by an image you can find that image here!

For many people, maybe even most, starting a new job was stressful. Learning all the quirks and idiosyncrasies of a workplace was difficult even without the stress of whatever else the job proper might entail. For new teachers that learning period was infinitely more difficult as they balanced all that while at the same time molding young minds and dealing with often less than understanding parents. For many the first weeks or even months were a time of endless worrying and second guessing themselves as they navigated such an important job. Sometimes Veronica couldn't help but wonder what it was like to be that weak. But try as she might empathy was simply impossibly and sympathy wasn't far behind as she watched other teachers bend or outright break beneath the effort of being a teacher. As the seemingly endless work piled higher and higher until there was no reprieve in sight, as rambunctious students put them through the ringer time and time again, as the bureaucracy and red tape surrounding everything they did continued to get more obnoxious with every ill informed decision by the school board. In the handful of months since she'd started working as a long term substitute teacher at Cherry Springs Elementary she'd seen at least three teachers slowly crack beneath the weight of it all, personally watched another break down, and was gleefully keeping tabs on at least four others as they tried their best to cope with it all. Because thanks to budget cuts, construction delays, and a host of other issues their staff was laughably mismanaged and under served. Something a brand new school barely a year old could hradly afford if it wanted to last long enough to see it's first kindergarten class actually graduate to junior high. But of course none of that mattered to Veronica. She was just along for the ride, happily watching everything fall apart around her while coasting through her duties with ease as all the stress she should've felt was shouldered by a single man.

A man already waiting for her with a meticulously ordered coffee in one hand, a stack of papers in the other, and a comically hopeful expression on his face as she pulled into her parking spot. By every reasonable metric Ernie Becker was a nerd. Everything from his appearance to his hobbies to the slight lisp and nasally tone of his voice was the very definition of nerdy. He was a good foot taller than Veronica herself and taller than just about every other member of the staff, but he lacked any sort of muscle definition or even muscles at all. Skinny and often gangly he wasn't as uncoordinated as one might expect looking at him but he definitely wasn't going to be a coach or athlete any time soon. Nor was going to win in fashion awards dressing in long sleeve, button up plaid shirts complete with suspenders, dress shoes, and an honest to God bow tie. Which of course was only made worse by the massive, thick rimmed glasses resting on the end of his nose and amplifying the size of his eyes by such a degree he might as well have been wearing magnifying glasses. His curly black hair was kept short and neat in perhaps the only acknowledgment of fashion trends not from the nineteen fifties but it did little to take away from his almost stereotypical appearance. Comparisons to other famous African American nerds like Steve Urkel were as inevitable as they were unavoidable and it was all Veronica could think about as she watched him quite literally vibrate with excitement as she emerged from her massive SUV. She didn't even try to hide her amusement as she sauntered towards him with little more than a single bag slung over her shoulder while all her peers carried massive knapsacks full of the work they had to do themselves. And upon reaching her lovestruck little errand boy she took both the coffee and graded papers before saying a single word to him. Indeed like always he couldn't help but speak first.

“G-Good morning Mrs. Sweet!” He exclaimed, nervously pushing his glasses higher up his nose and handing her everything he was holding as carefully as possible. When her fingers 'accidentally' brushed against his as she took her coffee he let out a nervous little laugh, “H-Happy Anniversary?”

Taking a long sip of her hot but not too hot coffee and nodding in satisfaction she slowly turned her attention towards him for a moment, then started walking into the school proper. “What are you talking about?”

“It's our anniversary! O-Of the first time we met! S-six months ago today!”

“I see.” He hurried on ahead of her to open the door and while his back was turned she took the chance to roll her eyes and heave a little sight. While certainly flattering and definitely a nice boost to her ego Ernie's crush on her definitely grated on the nerves at times. “Well then happy anniversary. I'm afraid I didn't think about it so I haven't gotten you a gift—”

“T-That's okay! I didn't expect you to get me anything! I just wanted to make sure you knew what a big day it was!”

“Right. Well now I do. Thank you for your consideration.”

“Of course!”

“Did you finish grading all the tests I gave you?”

“Y-Yes I did! And I finished the essays you gave me a couple days ago too!”

Momentarily surprised by how much he'd gotten done in such a short amount of time Veronica threw her student teacher a small bone and smiled at him for a moment. His cheeks darkened and he instantly looked anywhere else but her, immediately running into a trashcan right after. She didn't slow down and after several seconds of fumbling he quickly caught up again, “Good job Ernie.”

“T-Thank you Mrs. Sweet! I-It really wasn't all that hard. I just spend most of the night working on it and your pre—”

“Did you finish next weeks lesson plans?”

“Oh! Uhm, not yet. I'm almost done though. I should have them by tomorrow!”

“Good.” She came to a stop in front of their classroom and he quickly opened the door for her once again. Setting everything down on her desk and heaving a sigh as she sat down Veronica looked around the classroom for a moment while her companion nervously fidgeted beside her, “Where did you get the coffee this morning?”

“The same place I always do. Why? I-Is there something wrong with it?”

“Not at all. I assume you ordered my usual?”

“Y-Yes I did!”

“Hmmm. They must've changed one of their machines or something. It tastes off.”

“I-I can go get another cup if you want!”

“If you don't mind.” Veronica replied, not missing a beat as she handed him her barely touched cup and leaned back in her chair. “Try Ninth Street on Wilson Avenue. My daughter goes there with her friends quite a lot and they seem to have nothing but nice things to say about it.”

“O-Okay! I might be a little late though! That's on the other side of town!”

“That's all right. I'm sure you'll be back before we're done with the morning announcements right?”

She gave him an ever so slightly expectant look and he stared back at her for a moment before giving a quick nod and smiling as he clutched her coffee cup with both hands, “Of course! I'-I'll get going right away! Did you want the same order?”

“Mmmmmm . . . let's go with my special order this time. I'm in the mood for something sweet.”

“Right away Mrs. Sweet!”

Ernie turned away and rushed towards the door, only to stop with one hand on the handle. Although she couldn't see his face Veronica could tell from his body language something was up. Choosing to ignore whatever it could be she looked down at her graded papers and said, “You don't have much time to waste Ernie.”

“I-I know.” Slowly turning back towards her and blushing harder than she'd ever seen he stared down at his feet for a second then back at her, “Don't—uhm—don't look in your bottom drawer until I get back okay?”

“And why not?”

“Uhm—one of—uhm--one of the kids . . . put something in there. I-I only found it this morning and I didn't have a chance to clean it out!”

“Ugh! What did they put in my drawer this time?” She demanded, glaring down at her desk and the offending space.

“I-I'm not sure! But it smells really bad and you probably don't wanna touch it! I-I'll clean it out when I get back.”

“Good. And if you have any idea who might've put it there tell me before you tell Principal Saunders, I'd like to dish out my own punishments first.”

“Of course Mrs. Sweet! I'll be back in a few minutes!”

Veronica nodded and gave him her 'hurry along now' smile. Ernie nodded back and ran of blushing and smiling to himself. She knew full well he wouldn't be back within a few minutes and that he'd almost certainly hit morning traffic both ways. But the thought of him sitting in traffic didn't bother her, except for the impact it would have on her coffee and the trouble she might get in if the Principal were to pick that morning to drop by and check in on his progress. The latter could be smoothed over easily enough with time and a little bit of flattery but the former was a pain in the ass regardless and indeed it was all she could think about as she organized her papers and got ready for the day. Her thoughts only grew more focused on both the cold coffee she was inevitably going to get as well as the lunch she'd planned to order and have him pick up. Although she'd already been reprimanded twice for sending her student teacher out on innocuous errands there were so few actual teachers around to take him the administration couldn't do anything about it. Which meant she had every intention of capitalizing on that weakness until the woman she was replacing got back from whatever inane reason was keeping her from working. Assuming he hit traffic Ernie wouldn't be around for more than an hour before she sent him right back out again to get her lunch, an unexpected blessing given the whole 'anniversary' thing he'd sprung on her. She didn't want anything to do with this supposedly big day, nor did she want to engage him any more than she already had. Keeping his crush alive just enough to keep him at her back and call was the only thing she wanted out of their relationship. At least that's what she thought before opening the bottom drawer of her desk without realizing it and accidentally finding the real reason why he didn't want her poking around.

Sitting on top of the menus and other miscellaneous crap she kept in that nightmare of a drawer was a small, carefully wrapped box complete with a little bow. Immediately recognizing it as some kind of romantic gesture Veronica heaved a dramatic sigh and slumped back in her chair. Tilting her head back and staring up at the ceiling for a moment she considered removing the box and hiding it somewhere else so he couldn't give it to her at all. That probably wouldn't fix things but it'd at least delay whatever he had in mind for another day. Before she could go through with that plan or even give it much proper thought her natural curiosity along with the vanity of wanting presents sent her bending back over the desk and removing Ernie's gift. It was much too light and much to small to be anything big or flashy like she wanted but between the extremely nice looking wrapping paper and bow it was clear he'd spent a bit of money on whatever was inside. It was probably wrapped by wherever he'd bought it from and since she didn't recognize it that definitely meant he'd gone outside of Cherry Springs entirely. Which only amplified her curiosity further. So much so she found herself unwrapping it before her brain could tell her not to. In a few seconds the elegant wrapped was in tatters and she was staring at a small, black jewelry box with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Exactly the sort of thing Henry gave her when she was pissed at him the intrigue of such a gift was more than enough to overshadow any concern she had.

Upon opening it and finding a nice looking but relatively plain silver necklace with a single emerald in the center she heaved another sigh. If it'd been her husband giving that gift, or one of her many other admirers, she would've put it on immediately and let them see her wearing before almost certainly letting them see her wearing nothing but it. Because it was from Ernie and not even remotely the same class of jewelry she liked to wear that was pretty much out the window entirely. Although she was smart enough to know she'd hurt his feelings and probably ruin the good thing they had going entirely before long. Which was thoroughly unacceptable. Even if it meant wearing some low class necklace for a little while, then pretending to lose it after a week or so she wasn't gonna sacrifice all the labor and favors and general worshiping her student teacher gave. She let out another, far more dramatic sigh as she removed the necklace from it's box and fastened it around her neck, taking off the gold heart locket Jack had gotten her for Valentine's Day and stowing it safely in what passed for her pockets. She unbuttoned the top of her blouse to make sure it was immediately visible above her cleavage all while silently wondering how she was going to curb his infatuation enough to get through the remainder of her time as a long term sub. Once her job was over Ernie would be another teacher's problem and she could wash her hands of the whole thing. All of a sudden she was looking forward to that a lot more than she had before arriving at work a short while ago.

Thankfully the ringing bell and arrival of her students proved enough of a distraction to push those thoughts to the back of her head while she did one of the few parts of her job her student teacher couldn't completely take over for. At least not when he wasn't around. When he returned shortly after recess she wasted no time making him take over the lesson while she 'supervised' and drank her coffee. As expected it wasn't nearly as warm as she wanted but luckily it wasn't totally cold either. And as an added benefit his return was perfectly timed with a new part of the lesson so she got to avoid dealing with the wide eyed look he gave her upon seeing the necklace she was wearing. Surprise turned into confusion which melted into disappointment that quickly changed into hope as he ran through a whole gamut of emotions within a few seconds. Before he could do much more than stare in amazement and blush she foisted the students on him and sat back down, furtively buttoning her top again so he didn't have anything to stare at. The time between recess and lunch passed both at a snail's pace and much, much faster than usual as she avoided his gaze or acknowledging him in any way while he constantly shot her little looks and stole every chance he could to try and speak with her. She rebuked him under the guise of working on this or that and eventually under making an 'important' phone call to order her lunch. When the first lunch bell finally rang the students poured our of the classroom and Veronica was finally left alone with her admirer.

“Ernie I—” Veronica started to say.

“I wanted to give you this before you opened the necklace.” He said, still blushing and staring at his feet as he pulled a small pink envelope from his pocket. “I-I thought it'd be more romantic that way—it's how they always do it in the movies!”

Very much fixating on his use of 'romantic' Veronica did her best not to sigh or seem outwardly annoyed as she took the envelope and opened it. Inside was a handwritten note and even before she read a single word she knew exactly what was on the paper. Sure enough as she read through it while pretending to be surprised and emotionally torn she found the exact sort of confession she'd expected from the moment she found the necklace. Though she didn't expect it to include poems and quotes from various romantic authors the overall gist of the note was exactly in line with her worst fears. As was the nervous fidgeting and apprehensive looks he kept giving her during the handful of minutes it took to read everything. When she turned the note over to read the back she couldn't help but glance at Ernie out of the corner of her eye and upon doing so see just how nervously he was watching her. His dark eyes seemed to hang on her every slightest movement and she knew full well he wasn't getting at all what he expected. So without really thinking she put on a bit more of a performance. Nothing anywhere near as dramatic as the sappy garbage he'd written or was undoubtedly picturing but enough to give the illusion she was being won over by his words. Little things like very visibly swallowing several times in quick succession, awkwardly clearing her throat, pressing a hand against her chest, taking in a deep but slightly shaky breath, and blinking far more than usual as if holding back a wave of tears. By the time she was done her companion seemed to have bought her theatrics and when Veronica set the note back down on her desk he looked about ready to faint with excitement. She just barely managed to speak first but it hardly made a difference as her words seemed to fall on deaf ears all the same.

“Ernie I . . . I don't know what to say . . .”

“I know it isn't ideal!” He replied. Kneeling down like he was about to propose but thankfully doing no such thing he took her hand and held it with both of his while she continued pretending like she had any real emotional investment at all, “I know you're married and I know you have a family but I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer!I-I'm sorry Mrs. Sweet . . . Veronica . . . but I'm in love with you and I've been in love with you since the first day we met!”

“I don't think—”

“And I'm not asking you to cheat on your husband! I-I know you aren't that kind of woman! A-And I don't expect you to leave him either! I just needed you to know how I felt. In case I never got the chance to say anything to you!”

Amused by his words and doing her best to hide it Veronica looked away for a moment, silently touching his gift with her free hand as if considering her options. In reality she was spending more time thinking about the lunch she'd ordered than anything else. But after a few moments she looked back at him and said, “I don't know what to say.”

“I know . . . I know this is a lot to take in . . .”

“I had no idea you felt this way about me . . .”

“And I'm sorry for that. Or I guess I'm sorry for telling you like this. So suddenly and with such a lame gift . . .”

“Well it's the thought that counts . . .” She said in a vague attempt to placate him a little.

Ernie nodded and stroked her hand for a moment. Veronica allowed him that gift while thinking hard about what she was gonna do. Now that everything was out in the open there was no chance she could reject him outright without everything falling apart. Without all the perks and favors she'd been getting going out the window entirely. She still had at least another couple months of teaching left before the teacher she'd replaced was ready to come back! She might even be there the entire school year! And there was no way in hell she was gonna go through a full semester dealing with the uncontrollable monsters that were her students alone! That thought was absolutely unconscionable! She'd sooner quit than give up the cushy job she'd stumbled into! But leading on a guy who was in love with her? That was a hard line to walk. Most of the time she just led on hung meatheads looking to get their dicks wet without any serious emotional attachment whatsoever. Getting those morons to do everything she said was easy. Give them a bit of sex, act like it was all new to her, maybe let them fuck her ass if she really wanted something big, then boom: everything she ever wanted. Guys who'd caught feelings were another matter entirely though. Ones she'd never successfully navigated before and ones that always seemed to blow up in her face when she tried. Almost always because she kept them just a little bit too far away. Just a little too out of reach and distant. Perhaps she'd have better success trying the opposite tact and taking a leaf out of the same book she used on the dumb studs she liked to control. That might have a slightly better chance of—

“Veronica?” Ernie said, “Are you okay?”

“Hmm?” Snapping out of her reverie and looking at him she let out a soft laugh, “Sorry, I was thinking about . . . well . . .”

“Us?”

Pausing for just a moment as her thoughts went a mile a minute and she weighed her options, “Yes. Yes I was thinking about us.”

“Really?! You were?!”

“Mmhmmm!” Sitting up a bit straighter and turning to face him she took a deep breath and finally laid her free hand on top of his, “I can't give you what you want Ernie . . .”

“I know . . .” He looked down and nodded, his expression noticeably somber, “I-I know you're way outta my league a-and you're already married so we could never—”

“But . . .” She interrupted with a very deliberate huskiness in her voice.

“But?” He immediately asked, his eyes returning to hers as hope spread across his face again.

Not responding right away Veronica wrestled with what she wanted to do and more importantly what she should say. Shutting everything down was the smartest choice but she wasn't gonna do that. Trying to keep him at arm's length was the second smarted choice but she already knew how that would eventually turn out. Giving him a small flicker of hope, just enough to satisfy him until she could leave the school and never worry about it again, was the only sensible choice if she wanted to keep getting waited on hand and foot while being paid for the pleasure. “But . . . that doesn't mean we don't have to pretend like this never happened . . .”

“W-What do you mean?”

“What I mean is . . .” Weighing her options one last time and making absolutely certain giving him the best fuck of his life was the only surefire way to guarantee he stuck around as long as she wanted him to Veronica let out a sigh and said, “What I mean is I want you to come over this weekend. On Sunday, around nine o'clock . . . my husband will be out and so will my children . . .”

“W-Wai—y-you m-mean—”

“Come over on Sunday.” She repeated with a sultry tone and a very pointed smile. “I might not be able to say how I feel but . . .” Lifting her hand from his she gently stroked his face, “But I can still show you . . .”

“W-What about your husband?”

“He won't be home. And he won't ever know about us . . . I'm sure he wouldn't even care if he did find out . . . but he won't . . .”

“Oh . . .” Ernie looked down at his feet again then slowly back to Veronica, “O-Okay . . . I'll come over on Sunday then . . .”

“Perfect . . .”

“I-I love you Veronica! I love you so much!”

Still stroking his face she whispered, “Not here Ernie . . . save it for Sunday . . .”

The rest of the week passed by without any further incidents. Although he never missed a chance to look her way or smile when she spoke to him Ernie didn't act any different from his usual overly helpful self. But while he was undoubtedly thinking about Sunday every waking moment Veronica was doing her best to make sure everyone would actually be out of the house. Henry was a given and so was Jack but Sarah and Teddy were another matter entirely. She spent most of her free time working out ways to guarantee they didn't and couldn't come back while she was occupied. And what little time she didn't spend dealing with that was spent walking the line between professional and ever so slightly romantic, just to keep his hope alive. Thankfully wearing his necklace whenever she was around him seemed to do the trick nicely and throwing him a few more smiles whenever he did anything more complicated than getting her coffee all but sealed the deal. Before long the weekend had rolled around yet again and Veronica's plans were fully laid. Sending both Sarah and Gwen to the spa had been easy enough but convincing Teddy's mates to get together for tea and scones at such an odd hour and on such an odd day of the month was by no means simple. Had a new shop specializing in exactly that sort of thing not opened a few months back she might not have succeeded at all. Fortunately for her none of his companions had yet tried it and Teddy himself was more than happy to be their guide. Which meant when Sunday proper finally rolled around there was no chance in hell she'd get caught by anyone who actually mattered. Which in turn meant Ernie was about to get the best sex of his life and she'd have to borrow a few of Sarah's many sex toys to finish herself off afterwards. Veronica was already making a mental note of which ones she wanted to try out when her lovestruck guest arrived, right on time like always.

Answering the door in a thick, fluffy robe that completely concealed every inch of her body except her hands, feet, and of course face Veronica pulled Ernie inside before he could spend too long visible to the neighbors and other nosy fools. “I-I'm not sure I can do this Veronica!” He mumbled as she led him into the entryway.

“Why not? Is it because of my husband?”

Ernie nodded and gave the floor a bashful look, “I don't want to be the one who turns you into a cheater . . . even if he doesn't care about you it's wrong to—”

Stepping forward and wrapping her arms around him Veronica rose to the very tips of her toes and gave him a long, passionate kiss. The sort of kiss someone like Ernie had never gotten before and the sort of kiss that send him melting into her. One hand slid around the back of his head while the other pressed against his chest as he hugged her. She let out a soft, not at all genuine moan and pushed even deeper as he squeezed her. He responded in kind and she felt his lips ever so slightly part. At some point his eyes had drifted shut but they instantly flew open again when her tongue slipped into his mouth before he could take charge. But the moment he felt it he had no trouble at all matching her movements and then some, his unrequited love very much boiling over as he held himself against her. Very much focusing on playing to his illusion Veronica pushed herself even hard against him, shivering and holding on tight as their bodies intertwined. She even went as far as wrapping a leg around his and moaning yet again as their kiss continued. Admittedly part of her was a touch excited by the whole thing, the same part that always got excited when she cheated on Henry , but it was nowhere near enough to turn her into the cock loving slut she really was deep down inside. Not even the slight bulge straining against his pants and rubbing against her thigh was enough to get her engine revving. Indeed upon feeling what could only be a woefully average at best dick much of the little enthusiasm she had slipped away, though she had no trouble hiding that fact. He didn't have the slightest idea what she was really feeling when their kiss finally ended and she pulled away to smile at him with a flushed expression and bright eyes. His fazed expression shifted into a smile and she was quick to smile right back at him. With her hand still splayed across his chest and playing with whatever hairs she could wrap around her fingers she bit her lower lip and stared at him for several unbroken seconds. Just long enough to make him squirm and look away.

“Don't worry about my husband. Don't worry about anything. Just come with me . . .”

“But . . .” Ernie's voice trailed off as she took his hand and led him up the stairs. Although he clearly wanted to say something the sight of her ass swaying back and forth with every step, even covered up by a thick robe, was enough to silence him. At least until they entered the master bedroom and he found his voice once more, “Veronica I don't—”

Cutting him off once again Veronica turned towards Ernie with a sultry grin. In a single fluid motion she untied her robe and let it roll down her bare shoulder. By the time it crumpled to the floor her soon to be lover's jaw had just about joined it. Beneath the unassuming and very deliberately unsexy garment she'd been wearing was one of her best lingerie ensembles. The absolute best was far too wrecked to be used but the pale green, extra lacy affair she'd chosen would do the job just fine. Simple and elegant in every way possible it started with a strapless bra supporting her massive, ever so slightly heaving breasts while creating ample cleavage as it held them aloft for his eyes to feast on. Just barely hidden beneath the fringe of her bodice were the uppermost edges of her soft pink, deliciously large areola and their teasing presence all but demanded to be seen. Below that her flat, smooth belly was completely bare until a matching garter belt stretching across her wide hips broke up the plane of tanned skin between gossamer fabric. Though not fully in view her plump yet toned ass could just barely be glimpsed as she stood before him and the wide, round contours of it were nothing short og glorious in the eyes of the man she was seducing. Much like everything else about her appearance. Hugging tight to her voluptuous, motherly figure that garter belt gave way to a pair of equally frilly panties just sheer enough to tease the well groomed tuft of auburn hair above her pussy while hiding much of her plump sex from view.

Though it did nothing to hide the soft, hairless contours of her sex as his eyes drifted down her beautiful body. Thigh high stockings covered her long, shapely legs all the way down to her toes, completing her understated yet incredibly sexy ensemble in the most inviting way possible. Even if her slender arms and petite shoulders were unadorned the golden earrings hanging from her ears and splashes of carefully applied makeup did more than enough to make her face pop. Her full, crimson lips curling into a smile and her sparkling emerald eyes were every bit as enticing as the rest of her appearance. The elegant bun she'd tied her silky brown locks into was just icing on the cake as far as Ernie was concerned, another element of her gorgeous appearance he couldn't get enough of like her cute little nose and the almost sharp angles of her haughty face. It was all he could do to stay upright as she stood before him almost naked yet still technically clothed. When she clasped her hands behind her back to subtly push out her breasts and adopt a more cute, almost nervous demeanor all while smiling with unabashedly lustful intent Ernie knew he couldn't stand by a moment longer. He knew he couldn't resist the temptation being offered, morality be damned. Although he tried his best he was too weak, too in love, to stop himself a moment longer. But even if he had found the strength the words she spoke as he started to move forward would've sealed his fate no matter what.

“Kiss me Ernie . . .”

Moving before he could even think his arms wrapped around her body and his lips returned to hers in a flurry of wild passion. She wasted not time slipping her tongue into his mouth while her hands roamed his back and crushed him against her. He did much the same a split second later, his nervous fingers roaming across her bare skin with an awestruck timidness. Although he did grow ever so slightly bolder as she pressed her ample breasts against him and rubbed her barely clothed pussy against his groin with well practiced gyrations. Even if he couldn't quite feel her sex through his pants the pressure of her body and the warmth of her embrace was more than enough to bring him out of his shell. Albeit a little at a time. Soon one of his hands was drifting down her back and towards the gorgeously fat ass he'd spent many a night thinking about. The other drifted higher to find her hair and nervously grab a fistful of it as he kissed her with greater and greater passion. Pleased and a little taken aback by his initiative and the strength of his movements Veronica moaned into his lips and none too subtly coaxed him into doing even more. First by clutching the back of his head again and then by bringing her free hand to the bulge in his jeans.. While still disappointed by how little there was to grab she nonetheless groped and fondled everything she could all while moaning into his lips and squeezing her ample tits against his chest. It didn't take long for his nervously clenching fingers to find one of her soft buttocks and grab as much as he could hold on to. Which, to her delight, was quite a lot. Groping and fondling her ass with no small amount of shy enthusiasm he inadvertently spread her cheeks apart and turned what had been a nicely revealing pair of panties into little more than a thong.

Something he couldn't fully appreciate until his hand naturally drifted further down to touch more of her ass and his fingers instinctively followed the contours of her pert bum to slide between her cheeks entirely. Veronica let out another, very deliberate moan as he brushed against the outermost reaches of her sex and even the tight little ring hidden away behind the fabric during his exploration. She felt his lips slow in their movements and his tongue all but completely fall still as his focus clearly shifted to more important matters. Eager to tease and play with him before completely rocking his world she kissed him even harder, her tongue going wild inside his mouth. In an instant his hand froze as he returned to their kiss with full force, clearly unable to multitask and all the more amusing because of it. He did manage to split his focus a little bit more when his other hand fell away from her head. For a moment she thought he was about to grope her ass with both hands but instead of doing anything quite that bold he took an expectedly more timid route. Though under the circumstances he had little chance to be the bumbling, nervous wreck he normally was around her. Save when it came time to unclasp the flimsy green fabric keeping her breasts restrained. That he could very much struggle with. Although he did a good job of kissing her in spite of his efforts the constant scrambling and fumbling and awkwardness of his hand on her back couldn't have been more distracting. For reasons even she couldn't vocalize Veronica gave him much, much longer than she should've to figure it out. When it was clear he didn't have any hopes og actually removing her top on his own she finally pulled away with a soft, fake laugh. Hiding her annoyance beneath a mask of affection she stepped back from him and offered a sultry response to his immediate and wholly expected apology.

“I-I'm sorry! I-I—”

“I'll take care it of it handsome . . .” She replied with another coquettish laugh. Reaching back and easily unclasping her bra she let it fall away without a second thought, standing in front of him with her breasts bared and a lascivious grin lighting up her face, “There we go . . .”

“Oh . . .”

Looking about ready to faint Ernie stared with open mouthed amazement at the vision of beauty standing before him. Though she always looked absolutely gorgeous no matter how she was dressed seeing her there was like something out of a dream. As many times as he'd pictured her naked nothing his mind had ever come up with could compare to what he was seeing. To the sight of her amazing breasts softly heaving as she drew breath. Her large, almost puffy nipples visibly stiffening in the cool air. The breathtaking size and smooth sculpt of them, the pale stretch of skin so often hidden by her tops and the far more tan regions so teasingly bared by her outfits, the way they subtly shifted as she moved and adopted another pose. Everything about her was beyond words in Ernie's mind and he was honestly at a loss. He barely even heard her telling him to get naked but thankfully his ears didn't need to work for the rest of his body to follow that instinct. With a characterstically fumbling enthusiasm he pawed at his shirt and suspenders while Veronica slowly stepped backwards, moving towards the bed with a very deliberate teasing smile on her face. The more of his clothing he removed the closer she got to the king sized mattress she shared with her husband and the faster he worked to get naked. By the time his button up and undershirt were completely removed she was all but sitting on the bed. By the time he'd taken off his shoes she was biting her lips and kneeling on the edge of. Wanting to give him a little extra motivation in addition to showing off exactly what he was about to enjoy she slid off the bed only to turn around and slowly climb back onto it with her ass lifted in the air. Thanks to his earlier groping and a couple furtive tugs he hadn't seen her panties were pulled ever so slightly to side of both her plump sex and cutely puckered asshole, revealing both in their entirety to his wide eyed, dumbstruck stare.

Bending down across the mattress and letting her hands stretch out across the sheets she slowly looked back at him with her body on fully display and a single leg extended off the bed entirely. “What are you waiting for stud? I want your di—OH MY GOD!”

As she was speaking Ernie pulled down his suspenders to reveal the sort of tight, stark white underpants most men stopped wearing after elementary school. But before she could even process what she was seeing Veronica was left completely and utterly dumbfounded when he tugged his underwear down a split second later to reveal the biggest cock she'd ever seen on a human male. Quite literally unfurling from between his skinny thighs it sprang to life like a sea monster rising out of the water. At least as long as her forearm and thicker than her bicep his dick was an absolute monster. Hell it was thicker than most of his limbs! Arching upwards near the base only to droop down again at the tip everything about his massive prick was a jaw dropping, eye widening, mind boggling sight. His balls were equally massive and equally out of place on his skinny frame but it was hard to really notice them as she stared at the curved shaft throbbing away so amazingly close to her body. There mere fact that it managed to throb relatively upright instead of hanging between his comparatively small legs was nothing short of a miracle and the sheer amount of blood such a beast required should've stopped his heart from beating. But despite all common sense and basic logic Ernie stood there skinny, naked, and sporting a dick that could satisfy just about any female on the planet, human or otherwise. And she could only stare with her mouth hanging open and a thoroughly dumbfounded expression spread across her once sultry face. But while her mind reeled her body was nothing short of ecstatic, and a little terrified, by what she'd stumbled into. Her pussy quivered in delight and her well fucked asshole winked like mad at the prospect of being ruined by such a huge dick. Only her daughter's horse cock dildos could rival the slab of raw meat her partner was working with and something told her she was gonna have a lot more fun with Ernie than one of Sarah's toys.

“What?” He asked, his tone nervous and meek, “I-Is it too small? I-I know I'm probably not a-as big as you want b-but—”

“Too small?!” Veronica exclaimed. “Too small?!” Words failed her as she slowly rolled onto her back and stared up at his beastly dick, her mouth unable to close and her eyes unable to look anywhere else for even a moment, “I-I don't—t-too small—oh my God!”

As aroused as she was and as eager as she suddenly found herself for his cock she simply couldn't wrap her mind around what she was looking at. The contrast between his borderline inhuman dick and the rest of his body was downright absurd. Like someone had taken a full grown man's dick and put it on a preteen. Even as the outermost folds of her achingly aroused pussy spread open like the petals of a flower and fluids trickled from her innermost depths her mind continued to reel at what she was seeing and what she thought she'd felt earlier. The shock of it all simply refused to go away, although her body had no trouble at all slowly shifting into the best position for him to absolutely devastate her pussy. She might even let him fuck her ass after he was done messing up and turning her cunt inside out. Before seeing what he was working with she definitely wasn't gonna give him that honor but now . . . now was a whole different story! Her legs subconsciously spread open while her breathing grew more labored with every passing second. Her massive breasts heaved with every ragged breath as a furious blush crept into her cheeks and goosebumps erupted across her skin. Although her thoughts were scattered and almost nonsensical the focal point of his ungodly yet absolutely wonderful dick remained unchanged no matter how long she lay there. It felt like minutes or even days but in reality it wasn't much more than a few seconds before he finally responded. Before his words managed to snap her out of her reverie just enough to do more than stammer and gawk and lust for the dicking she never thought she'd get from her little beta male student teacher.

“I-I know it's probably not good enough for you. I knew I wouldn't be able to—”

“Ernie, shut the fuck up right now and sthove that tree trunk you call a cock in my pussy this instant!”

“W-What?”

“Fuck. My. Cunt.” She said, her expression still awestruck but her body very much desperate for the cock now being offered. Whatever disinterest or lack of enthusiasm she'd had before was draining away as the prospect of being split in half by his prick added a whole new level of pleasure to her latest bout of infidelity. “Now.”

Ernie's mouth fell open as he looked her up and down as if for the first time. His monster of a cock gave an appreciative throb and a thick bead of precum formed at the swollen, pulsing tip. Veronica let out a wholly genuine moan and reached down to invitingly spread her pussy open for him with a pair of trembling fingers. Taking one look at her glistening folds and the expression of pure lust on her face the man standing above her barely had time to gasp before his body lurched forward and he all but fell onto the bed. Moving with a characteristic lack of grace he climbed onto the mattress and moved between his lover's open legs with an amusingly wide eyed look on his face. She giggled at his reaction and gabbed his dick with both hands, her fingers nowhere close to wrapping around his full length. The feel and weight of his dick immediately sent a shiver through her body and another moan spilling out of her mouth. Although he let out a whimper of his own she didn't even hear it as she eagerly stroked his dick for several greedy moments before guiding him towards her wantonly aroused cunt.  Beyond grateful nobody else was home and she could be as loud as she wanted Veronica pressed his sticky cock head against her pussy. One hand slid down to the base of his shaft to cup his balls and feel their cum swollen heft while the other reached up to slide across his shoulders and rest at the nape of his neck. Qa soft shudder coursed through her as she opened her mouth to give him yet more orders, to demand he shove every last centimeter of his python into her pussy no matter how much she screamed and cried and writhed. But before she could even take a breath Ernie did exactly that all on his own. With an almost apologetic moan he thrusted forward, his whole body shifting in a clumsy push that sent every last inch of the monster he was packing balls deep inside her cunt.

Unable to even scream Veronica could only make a strangled whisper as her once tight walls were blasted open by his inhuman prick. As she was stretched wider than any human had ever managed and faster than she'd enjoyed in a very, very long time. As the massive head of his cock slammed against the entrance to her womb with such a force it felt like she was being crushed beneath his weight. As he sent his wonderfully massive balls slapping wetly against her flesh in a final reminder of what'd just happened and what would continue to happen for as long as she could remain sane enough to enjoy it all. Her nails scraped along his skin as she threw her head back and grunted like a wild animal, all the sultry and seductive antics she loved to employ gone entirely as sheer, animalistic pleasure took her over mind, body, and soul. Without conscious thought or any coherent choice her legs wrapped around his waist in a greedy attempt to pull him even deeper inside herself despite his meaty tip already pushing against her cervix with enough force to keep her eternally out of breath. At some point she pulled him down into her massive breasts, all but smothering him in an avalanche of soft, jiggling flesh the likes of which most men and a fair few women would be glad to suffocate in. His warms wrapped around her body soon after and she felt his soft, nervous kisses against her tits and across her chest, though they paled in comparison to the pleasure of his cock throbbing away inside her. With every pulse his insane girth widened her already opened canal just a little bit further. Just a little bit beyond what she was truly capable of understanding and reacting to.

The feeling was beyond words and while she definitely wouldn't have been satisfied with just that alone the immediate, visceral ecstasy of being wrecked in the bed she shared with her husband was still an absolute joy all the same. Enough for her to barely notice how long the two of them had simply laid there barely moving and filling the bedroom with gasps and moans. But before she had a chance to lament that fact or lost what little composure she had and beg him to fuck her properly Ernie once again read Veronica's mind and started moving entirely of his own accord. Or perhaps more accurately the insane tightness of her pussy paired with the joy of finally having sex with the woman he loved all but compelled him to start moving again, long before his mind could truly grasp what was going on. Pulling back with a shuddering moan he removed as much of his cock as he could bear to pull out, only to stop barely halfway and slam his prick right back inside her once again with a lurching thrust. Veronica squealed his name and dug furrows into his back as the pleasure of his movements washed over her. Nowhere near as strong or as skilled as the sort of men she liked to fuck he more than made up for it with sheer girth. Just the impact of his tip against her cervix was enough to send shudders throughout her body and screams echoing into the rest of her home. But the ecstasy of his girth stretching her open as he slammed into her and the emptiness as he pulled out was an unexpectedly delicious appetizer to that main course.

Especially when he managed to pull back even further than before and plunge back inside her cunt with even greater strength. The wet slap of their colliding bodies was completely drowned out by their mutual bliss and even that was beyond Veronica's capability to understand.  How could she when his retreating cock elft her feeling so strangely empty and unsatisfied while simultaneously able to catch her breath and think clearly? How could she when, an instant after her head broke the surface of the lake she was drowning in she was forced right back under when her pussy was stretched to the breaking point and her cervix was battered yet again by his swollen cock head? As seconds blended into minutes and a clumsy yet wonderfully effective rhythm was found she couldn't begin to process everything that was happening. Ernie wasted no time at all slamming into her with all his meager strength and had he been working with the sort of cock she expected a skinny little man like him to have that wouldn't have been nearly enough. But with the horse dick his was wielding it felt like she was being jackhammered into insanity as he pounded away at her over and over and over without delay or restraint. Although in actuality there was a great deal of time between thrusts, compared to the breakneck pace she preferred, once again his fat dick more than made up for it. She was in a constant state of dazed euphoria and she never, ever wanted to leave it.

And thanks to Ernie's profound, if entirely misplaced, love she never had to. Encouraged by her endless moans and breathless panting he continued to thrust for as long as he possibly could. For as long as his body was capable. On the advice of a friend he'd masturbated several times before coming over to enhance his stamina and after a good ten minutes of thrusting away without hesitation it seemed like that gamble was paying off. The way Veronica clawed at his skin and crushed him against her tits was nothing short of a dream come true for him and the unbelievable warmth and wetness of her pussy as it gripped his dick was beyond words. Although his mind tried to understand what he was feeling and just how something could feel that good all sense and reason had vanished from his thoughts a long time ago. He barely even noticed all the little, erotic details that accompanied his ball slapping pace, like how her pussy distended outwards around his dick with every thrust or the way she grunted like a wild animal whenever he rammed against her cervix. All he could really focus on was the closeness he felt with her and the undiluted joy of finally being with the woman he loved in such a deeply intimate fashion. Nothing else in the world could match what he was feeling in those moments and it made him want to give her everything he possibly could and more. To pleasure her in ways he'd never pleasured another woman. To be the sort of lover that she'd think about for the rest of her life.

Hopefully the rest of the their life together. But between his general lack of experience with woman as high class as Veronica and a continued nervousness about being with her the first time all he could think to do was thrust harder and faster as time wore on. Though convinced such a thing would never work on a lady like her it was all he could think to do and soon enough that thought was the guiding force behind each and every movement. Whenever his his hips lurched backwards and his sopping wet cock emerged in a little shower of fluids that was what he thought about. Every time he rammed his tip against her cervix and sent yet more waves of pleasure cascading through her body that unspoken goal was his driving motivation. With all the strength he had and all the focus he was capable of Ernie hammered his lover's pussy like there was no tomorrow, the frenetic smack of his balls against her ass and his waist against her flesh echoing throughout the bedroom and into the hallway beyond. And while it still wasn't quite as brutal or as furious as she was used to Veronica didn't have a single complaint as she was pounded into near unconsciousness by his dick. Her eyes had long ago rolled back into her head and although her muscles were trembling almost beyond control as she lay beneath him she still managed to keep her arms and legs wrapped tight around his skinny body. Indeed it was the only thing she really managed to do beside take his dick and soak them both in an endless flood of pussy juice as she came closer and closer to the orgasm she definitely hadn't expected him to give her.

Thanks to his unrelenting thrusts and her own desperately aroused body she finally managed to succumb within twenty minutes of being constantly dicked down by a cock big enough to break most other women. Pleasure engulfed her senses and set her nerves on fire as she was thrown wholly and completely into a churning sea of ecstasy after countless breathy minutes spent feeling it rise up within her. Warm, sweet smelling juices erupted from her pussy in sticky jets as her back arched and convulsions overtook her. For the first time since she'd started fucking him, or rather since he'd started fucking her, she grinded and writhed against this cock as her instincts took over and an insatiable desire for more overwhelmed her. Although there wasn't much she could truly do everything she could accomplish was done, every avenue explored and every route taken as she tried like mad to enhance the sheer bliss cascading through her. Whether or not it had any significant effect she couldn't say but for nearly two unbroken minutes she was little more than a screaming sack of orgasmic satisfaction. A toy shuddering and convulsing and squirting beneath the man responsible for her state all while he continued thrusting away to the best of his ability. In spite of how much he wanted to stop and see her pleasured expression, in spite of how tightly her pussy squeezed him, in spite of how overwhelmed by it all he was Ernie kept slamming into her with all his might. His reward was giving the woman he loved the sort of orgasm she wanted from any sexual encounter, along with an afterglow that was simply perfection.

As her most violent, toe curling convulsions began to fade and her sweat soaked body collapsed against the bed in a quivering, twitching heap he naturally slowed his movements and lessened the ferocity of every thrust. And for a few moments it seemed like that was exactly what she wanted. But he was quickly shown the truth when Veronica moaned, “Don't . . . stop . . . fucking . . . me . . .”

“I-I wasn't!” Ernie panted, “I-I just thought—”

“Keep . . . going . . . ruin . . . my . . . pussy . . .” Her arms squeezed him as much as she could and her nails scraped along his back in a way that made him shiver like never before, “Keep . . . going . . . Ernie . . .”

“Okay . . . I-I will Veronica!”

As strange as it might've been for him to understand her wanting that right after cumming Ernie had no chance of actually resisting what Veronica wanted. Even before they'd finally made love he was a slave to her every slightest whim and in the heat of the moment there was nothing he could do about it. So with a shuddering breath he pulled out and slammed his cock back inside the gooey mess that was her pussy. An echoing smack filled the room and she let out an almost pained cry. Burying her face in what passed for his chest she held on tight as shivers returned in force and pleasure cascaded through her weary but very much still eager body. Her already bruised cervix ached from the pounding it'd received but the flashes of pain that accompanied each thrust only made her ecstasy that much sharper. And with her face obscured it was near impossible for him to actually see the little moments of discomfort she might've had. Which meant it was impossible for him to do anything but continue pounding away at her cunt like it was a stubborn nail refusing to be hammered in. There was no better way to spend the afterglow of a delicious orgasm as far as she was concerned and in no time at all she was consumed by her own pleasure yet again. Panting his name and scraping her nails across his back she writhed and squirmed with renewed vigor all while the man above her marveled at everything that was happening, at everything that'd happened since his confession. Still overwhelmed and dumbstruck by it all he was more than happy to lose himself in the passion he felt and the passion he imagined as his thrusts gradually built up to the same unremarkable yet wildly successful pace that'd sent her careening into bliss. Pleasure flooded his body and despite the measures he'd taken to keep himself from being a two  pump chump he could already see the finishing line fasting approaching. But he didn't even try to delay or fight against it.

Less than a block away Henry was practically nodding off as he drove home. The extra work he'd come in early to take care of had occupied much, much less of his day than he expected and as he turned onto the last street before his house all he could think about was finally getting into bed. Maybe with Veronica but definitely with the curtains drawn and some soothing music playing off his phone. He didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to the unfamiliar car parked across the street as he pulled into the driveway. It didn't even register in his sleep deprived mind. Nor did he notice all the curtains and blinds on the windows being drawn despite his wife always throwing them open every morning. He just opened the garage door and rolled in with a contented sigh. As it shut behind him and the dim light they kept forgetting to change paled in comparison to the bright sun he very nearly gave in to his exhaustion on the spot. If not for the comfort and peacefulness of his king sized mattress he might've given in and taken a nice, long nap in his car. It wouldn't have been the first time and it very likely wouldn't be the last. But a glance to his right confirmed Veronica was home and the sight of her SUV along with that oh so sweet siren song of a cozy bed pulled him from his vehicle and into the living room. It was much quieter than he expected, although that was far from a complaint, and he made his way through the room separating the living area from the kitchen with a loud, weary yawn. Pausing long enough to peer into the dining room in case his lovely wife might be found there and finding nobody at all Henry shuffled into the foyer and started walking up the stairs. Yawning with practically every other step he continued to notice a complete lack of any sound at all. There wasn't so much as a whisper anywhere in the house and he couldn't have been happier about it. Though he still called out to his wife all the same upon reaching the landing.

“Veronica?” He said in a voice barely louder than his normal register, “Veronica? Are you home sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes!” Came the muffled and slightly off sounding reply,  I-I'm in the bathroom!”

Grinning at the thought of interrupting her in the middle of a 'private moment' he entered the master bedroom and started undressing without a second thought. A strange, familiar scent hung in the air and for a moment he paused in loosening his tie to look around with a slightly furrowed brow. As he did so he noticed the crumpled, visibly damp sheets and the robe lying on the ground at the foot of the bed. It didn't seem odd enough to shake off any of his drowsiness  but he still felt a little tingle of curiosity as he removed his button up and slacks. Picking up both his discarded clothes and shoes he approached the bathroom door and gently knocked on it, still grinning a little at the mental image of his wife sitting on the toilet and scowling as he caught her doing something 'unladylike' and 'spoiling the illusion' as if they hadn't been married for ages.

“Are you gonna be much longer babe?” Henry asked, “I gotta put my clothes in the hamper.”

Inside the bathroom Veronica was bent over the counter, one hand clutching the edge while the other was clapped over her mouth. Ernie was standing behind her with his cock firmly and freshly stuffed balls deep in her asshole. In her refusal to stop the pleasure just because they were about to be caught she'd demanded he keep fucking her after they hid away. In his haste to do as she commanded no matter how nervous he was her partner had inadvertently buried his gigantic dick in her tight ass with a single ferocious thrust. Now she was convulsing with pleasure as fluid squirted out of her pussy and another, albeit smaller, orgasm washed over her body. Her thighs were pressed together and her knees were shaking so violently she could barely stand upright as every fiber of her being fought to keep herself from crying out. The inner walls of her newly stretched ring were aching with both pleasure and pain after being so violently opened by his cock. Had it not been thoroughly lubricated by her cunt she might not have kept it together well enough to hide her secret. Thankfully lubrication was the least of her concerns and his balls were resting comfortably against her nicely fucked and nicely gaped pussy without too much issue. It was the pleasure crashing through her and the husband standing outside that occupied what few thoughts she had. And of course Ernie was no help at all as he stood there, dick throbbing away against her tightly clenching inner walls and a horrified look on his face. Ignoring him and his wonderfully fat dick to the best of her ability Veronica stifled the moans doing their best to spill out of her lips and gritted her teeth. After much, much longer than it should've taken to answer his question she finally spoke up in a strained voice.

“It'll be a little while baby. Y-You can just leave them in a pile by the door and I'll take care of them w-when I'm done!”

“All right.” Henry chuckled. “Is everything all right? You sound a little . . .tense . . .”

“I'm fine honey!” Veronica lied. Another shiver coursed through her body and another little squirt of arousal sprayed from her pussy while rivulets of warmth dribbled down her trembling legs. “Just . . . you know . . . preoccupied . . .”

“Fair enough.” He turned away towards his bed only to stop and continue the conversation she very much didn't want to have, “Do you want me to get you something? For your stomach I mean. I think we still have ginger ale in the fridge.”

“I-I'll be fine!” A tremor crept into her voice as she attempted to straighten at the exact moment the ungodly thick cock inside her asshole throbbed. The pleasure it caused immediately sent her bending right back over again, her massive tits filling the sink as her forehead nearly rested against the mirror, “Thank y-you though!”

“Are you sure? You don't sound all right.”

“Oh I'm f-fine! I promise!” Her voice was getting more and more high pitched as Ernie's gigantic dick continued to throb away inside her asshole. Distracted as she was she didn't notice how much harder or how much faster it was pulsing. Not the downright pained expression on his face as he fought a losing battle with his own libido, “I-I'm definitely reconsidering a-a few choices though!”

“Like eating more fiber?” Henry joked as he sat down on the edge of the bed. That same odd smell from before wafted past his nose and on another look around the room he noticed a few scented candles burning away on Veronica's side.

“Y-Yeah something like t-that!” Now holding on to the counter with both hands Veronica tried her best not to grind and gyrate against Ernie as he stood behind her but she couldn't resist the pleasure of his cock. Nor could he resist moving ever so slightly, pushing forward just enough to send her plump thighs squishing against the drawers. “W-What are you doing home s-so early?”

“I didn't have as much work as I thought. How come you lit these candles? And what'd you spill on the bed?”

Adrenaline spiked through Veronica's body and she froze up. In her haste to mask the smell of sex and grab all of Ernie's clothes she hadn't even thought about the sheets. Unfortunately all of her muscles tensing up include the myriad of ones wrapped tightly around the gigantic dick stuffed in her ass and in spite of the circumstances the man behind her let out a soft groan. Nowhere near loud enough to be heard by her husband but more than loud enough to make her shiver in fear. Her quivering little hole tightened even further and although he didn't make a peep the man she'd ordered to fuck her was fast approaching the end of his rope. His hands jumped to her waist while his hips pushed even tighter against her fat, jiggling ass as he gritted his teeth and hunched over her. Despite it all she couldn't help but push back against him just a little bit, shivers running rampant down her spine as surely as fluids trickled down her legs. Some part of her was starting to realize why his dick was moving as much as it was and the way the rest of his body reacted couldn't have been more of a giveaway. Unsurprisingly she was torn between excitement and dread as the prospect of him emptying his balls into her ass became more and more of a reality. Thankfully she didn't have long to think about that as her mind frantically reminded her she'd once again fallen completely silent for much, much too long. Yet another spike of adrenaline lanced through her body and though a myriad of expected bu no less delicious reactions came with it she managed to hold off long enough to actually give her husband a proper answer to his question.

“J-Just some water! I-I didn't think you'd b-be home so soon . . . s-so I was planning on l-letting it dry on it's own!”

“Oh, well I was gonna take a nap so I guess I'll just do the laundry real quick and—”

“N-No!” Veronica interrupted, speaking as much to Ernie as Henry as the former started moving with a bit more enthusiasm.

“What?”

“Y-You can just sleep on m-my side of the bed! I-I already have a load in the washing machine!”

“Really? I didn't hear anything—”

“I just s-started it!” Her breathing was labored and every single fiber of her being was focused on not making any sound as her body betrayed her yet again. Although it wasn't a full blown orgasm the thrill of cheating on her husband in such a brazen fashion mixed with the terror of being caught and the basic thrill of taking such a fat fucking cock in her ass. She might not have been as much of an anal slut as Sarah was but she could still appreciate a good anal dicking when the moment was right. And by God was the moment right. Apparently. “Y-You'll be fine babe! J-Just take your nap! I-I'll be quiet when I l-leave the bathroom!”

Perturbed by much too tired to think clearly or question his often demanding wife Henry gave a little shrug as he stood up and moved to her side of the bed. After blowing out the scented candles he crawled beneath the covers and loudly yawned, “If I'm not up by dinner wake me all right?”

“O-Of course babe!”

Turning on his soothing sounds playlist Henry nestled in for a good rest and said with a drowsy smile, “I love you sweetheart . . .”

“I-I love you too baby! S-Sleep well!”

Barely a few seconds after she finished speaking, long before Henry had fallen asleep and before his playlist could even really start Ernie let out another groan. His expression twisted and Veronica sucked in a sharp breath. Her already gaped and stretched ring widened even further as his cock swelled inside her and she felt his balls tense. What passed for his muscles tightened and his grip around her waist in particular. There wasn't even enough time to cover her mouth before a gorgeously thick jet of cum was spraying into the deepest reaches of her asshole, deep enough to make her stomach feel warm and deep enough to make her toes curl inward just from a single spurt. Another followed suit and the moan she very nearly let out was stifled at the last second by one of Ernie's hands. In no position to stop herself Veronica could only shiver as load after gooey load of jizz erupted into her greedy asshole all while pleasure rippled throughout her body. Though nowhere near enough to make her cum again the warmth and satisfaction getting a belly full of jizz, almost literally in his case, never failed to make her squirm with unapologetic delight. The added thrill of being pumped full of another man's cum while her husband rested in the next room certainly wasn't lost on her either and had it not been for the hand covering her mouth she definitely would've given them away. She honestly had no idea how Ernie was staying so quiet and even Ernie himself couldn't quite tell as pleasure washed over him and the amazing release he'd expected was mixed with some very worrying thoughts about the conversation he'd overheard and the assurances he'd been given. Thankfully the ecstasy of her amazingly tight asshole squeezing him like mad with every pulse of his cock, alongside the simple joy of his fourth climax of the day, overshadowed all that. For a good fifteen or twenty seconds it managed to overshadow just about everything.

And by the time he was done her asshole was absolutely flooded with cum. Little strands of it were already leaking out of her nicely gaped ring as the cock within started to soften. The trickle was slowly but surely upgraded into a stream as her inner walls continued to spasm around the dick inside her and their constant trembling pushed more and more jizz right back out again. Wincing and panting as his incredibly sensitive member was squeezed by her insatiable ass Ernie started pulling out a few seconds afte rhis orgasm had fully subsided. Which only helped the flow of spunk oozing from her hole, in addition to pulling on the outermost edges of her ring and revealing the barest hint of fleshy pink innards he'd been enjoying up until that point. Although she didn't completely prolapse thanks in no small part to his rapidly shrinking dick more than enough of her insides became outsides for both the man withdrawing and Veronica herself to notice. But while he was stunned by what he was seeing she only felt pleasure and the slightest bit of shame. A shame that translated into an ever more form of perverted pleasure when his dick finally emerged with a gooey squelch and she felt cool air wafting past the yawning black chasm that was her ass. Cum oozed out in thick strands, bubbling across her still very much messy pussy and adding even more sloppiness to her appearance. His hands vanished from her waist a second later and she immediately sank to her knees, wincing every so slightly as her tits emerged from the sink and scraped against the drawers. But pleasure returned quickly enough and in the moments she spent kneeling there with a gaping asshole and cum dripping onto the bath mat were nothing short of a delight.

Of course the real world reared it's ugly head once more and the sound of Ernie shifting behind her drew Veronica's attention. Looking like he wanted to say something he stepped a bit closed but she was smart enough to cut him off. “Get dressed!” She mouthed at him.

“What?” He mouthed back.

Veronica pointed at his clothes with overly dramatic gesticulations, “Get dressed now!”

In no position to argue he did exactly what he was told and in the time it took him to do so she'd found the strength to stand up. Her asshole was nowhere near closing yet and without anything to really plug it up she could only awkwardly hold a hand over her wrecked hole as she hobbled into the closets across the hall. After finding a robe she didn't mind getting messy she returned to the bathroom and motioned for Ernie to follow her.

“I can't!”

“You have to leave right now!”

“What about your husband?”

“He's asleep!”

Not the least bit confident in her assertion Ernie actually shook his head and refused to follow her orders. At least for a couple seconds. When she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the hallway he put up no fight whatsoever. But when Henry let out a mumbling sigh and shifted beneath the covers both of them froze like deer in the headlights. The very moment he stopped moving Veronica dragged her lover into the main room and towards the door, her free hand pushing her robe against the cum leaking hole still dripping away beneath the fabric. She let go of him to open the door and usher him through and he was more than happy to leave. Shutting the door behind them as gently as she could Veronica all but sprinted down the hallway, eager to be rid of Ernie before anyone else decided to show up unexpectedly. Particularly Teddy. Thankfully it seemed like God was done being a prick and they managed to get into the foyer without any trouble at all. Though as soon as they arrived Ernie decided to focus on absolutely the wrong thing.

“I-I thought you said your husband didn't care about you . . .”

“Not right now Ernie.” Veronica replied, “And keep your voice down!”

“You said your husband didn't care about you and that made it okay to do what we did!”

“We'll talk about it tomorrow!” She hissed, opening the front door and waving at him to leave.

Despite what he was saying and the hurt he was feeling he still walked towards the door, “But I want to talk about this now . . .”

“Well we can't.” All but dragging him out onto the front porch Veronica nearly slammed the door in his face before stopping herself and adding, “I promise I can and will explain everything tomorrow okay? You just have to trust me.”

Ernie looked at her for a moment, then slowly nodded, “Okay. I do trust you Veronica.”

“Wonderful. Now run along before anyone sees you!”

“All right. I love you.”

“I love you too!” She smiled at him and even blew a little kiss before he turned away. As soon as his back was to her the facade slipped away and she shut the door with a relieved sight. Pressing her back against it and sliding down until she was sitting on the cool tiles she shook her head and stared up at the ceiling, “Next time I'm getting a bloody hotel room . . .”