I L L I C I T â A F F A I R S !
in which your boyfriend cheats on you and you take revenge in the most deliciously sick way possible <3
pairings! older simon âghostâ riley x younger chubby fem reader
summary! when your boyfriendâs gambling habit and the occasional stripper donations cause you to lose your shared apartment, you move in with his father who you try to keep in the dark about his son to protect his image. but when you find solid evidence of his infidelity, you take your frustrations out on the older man who promises heâll take care of you better than his son has. his proof? who did you think was between your legs the last few weeks?
warnings! 18+ MDNI. smut. filthy fucking smut. age gap (simon is 56, reader is 27) p in v, unprotected (wrap it up!) dubcon/con oral (f receiving), somnophilia, fingering, simon is absolutely obsessed with your tits, rough, degrading, humiliation, praise, dumbification (if you squint), choking, pussy slapping, squirting, impact play, cheating, daddy kink, mutual masturbation, creampie, cum play, oral (m receiving), hard yet soft dom simon, barely proofread :,)
authorâs note! my last post was so sweet and i just have to follow it up with something fucking filthy <3
word count! it was 6:34 am when i started this and i did not count. my deepest apologies âšď¸
âyouâre a fucking idiot.â
âyouâve said that so many times. iâm sorry! my god.â your boyfriend mumbled as he grips the steering wheel tighter when the GPS announces that youâre five minutes away from your destination, his fatherâs house.
your boyfriend was, well, an idiot. when you first met, he was kind, caring, and loving. he went above and beyond (above and beyond being the bare fucking minimum) getting you flowers(once), taking you out on dates(once), and just being an overall sweetheart. youâd spend your afternoons and nights at his fatherâs house whenever he was deployed laid up on the couch with your head on his chest and his hands on the small of your back. his arms were once a comfort, a warmth a blanket couldnât bring. you found yourself having trouble sleeping without him and he loved it. he wanted nothing more than to spend his nights with you.
well, at least he didnât before he started going to strip clubs after work.
youâd find yourself alone in your now shared apartment, unable to sleep while he was having the time of his life, his hands that were once wrapped around you now wrapped around the waist of the woman giving him a lap dance. you couldnât understand the switch. had he been that way all along and were you just too dumb to see it? or did something else happen? either way, he wasnât shy about this habit and would tell you that as long as he wasnât having sex with these women, it was okay. itâs not like it was cheating, right?
heâd blown so much money, resulting in late bills he just âforgotâ to tell you about and after a night in vegas with his work friends, your apartment manager called and advised you both to pack your things immediately, leading you to the position you were in now.
you were embarrassed. beyond that. youâd never lost an apartment before and prided yourself in the hard work youâd taken to get your apartment along with the grueling hours you worked to keep yourself financially stable. you were a new nurse and though you were good at your job, exceptional as your peers would say, it didnât help the fact that your eight hour shifts would often turn into you working doubles and the fact that you were coming home to an empty bed didnât help. your boyfriend had completely disregarded all the effort you put into to having everything you had and he didnât care at all. his apologies sounded as empty as your stomach because not only was he never home, he relied on you to cook.
just another fucking thing youâd have to do.
when you arrived at his fatherâs house, you grabbed two out of the four suitcases youâd packed and walked towards the front door, knocking gently before being met with his father, simon riley.
youâd met simon a multitude of times before and you liked him. he was kind to you and thought you were what his son needed to settle down. you were a good woman and he often told you that you wouldâve been exactly his type when he was younger and that the apple didnât fall far from the tree. he was an attractive, older, military man with muscles a fifty-six year old shouldnât have had. the scars that lined his arms, neck, and biceps only added character and youâd find yourself listening to every story behind them, sometimes taking care of him when stitches would come loose or scabs would re-open.
âiâm so sorry, mr. riley. obviously this isnât ideal andââ
âthe day i begin to mind your company will be a cold day in hell.â he steps aside to let you in, patting your shoulder and sending a surge of shivers down your spine. you drag your suitcase to the guest room and begin to pack your clothes into the empty closet and dresser, not uttering a word to your boyfriend who you can feel is staring at you. you donât even want to look at him.
âshut up.â you grumble in response. âyouâre lucky i still respect you enough to not tell your father that this was your fault.â
âthank you for that.â he speaks in a whisper, rubbing the back of his neck as he digs his heels into the wooden floors. âwhat, uh, what do you want for dinner?â
âdonât act like youâre going to cook.â scoffing, you dismiss him and spend about an hour or two putting everywhere where it needs to be. your scrubs hung up in the closet along with your more outside-wear, and your house clothes in the drawers along with socks, undergarments, and other items. you can hear him and his father talking and as much as youâd love to talk to his father, you donât want to face your boyfriend, so you curl up on your bed with your phone and answer a few messages from family before ultimately falling asleep.
by the time you wake, itâs dark outside and it has been about three hours since you first arrived. yawning, you stand up, take a shower, and brush your teeth. as you stand there in your towel, you look at your drawers. you didnât care much for modesty when you lived alone, resulting in most of your clothes being either too short or too tight. you were a chubbier woman, but that never stopped you from dressing the way you wanted, especially at home, but now that you were in someone elseâs, you wanted to be respectful, so you settled on a knitted white sweater that was a bit baggier than normal with black sleeping shorts that did little to hide your plush thighs.
when you emerged, you only found simon on the couch and fought the urge to let out a groan because you knew exactly where your boyfriend was, but instead, you smiled. âgood evening, mr. riley.â
simon wanted to slap you.
you were so formal, so respectful, so put together.
youâd been in his life for about a year now and he wanted nothing more than for you to be more than a little informal with him, for more reasons than one.
the main one being that it made him feel like you were uncomfortable with him and he didnât understand why. he tried his absolute best to make you feel safe in his presence and his home and sure, he was an intimidating man, but to everyone but you. hell, he rarely smiled at his own son. but you? he couldnât stop smiling when he was talking to you. you were just the ray of sunshine that heâd needed. your kindness was infectious and he hated that his idiot of a son was the one receiving said kindness.
the other reason being that the man was filthy and would give anything to get between your legs.
on top of being kind, a successful nurse, and an overall good person who deserved way more than his son, you were gorgeous. beyond it. he adored the way that you werenât as thin as his sonâs exes, despite his sonâs constant complaints of your weight to him. see, his son wouldnât know a good thing if it sat on his face. but simon? he wouldnât take any inch of you for granted. heâd kiss every inch of your body, heâd grab every bit of extra fat, suck on those heavy tits of yours he had to literally fight himself to not stare at. god, he loved your tits. he knew you were not a fan of more modest clothing and he loved whenever youâd wear something a little too low cut for your own good so heâd have an excuse to stare at the stretch marks that led an absolutely tantalizing trail to your cleavage. he knew he was gross for said thoughts, absolutely filthy, but he didnât care. he couldnât. he first thought it was just because you were younger than him and it was a plain attraction, but after heâd began to moan out your name while not only jerking off but while having sex with other women, he knew heâd been getting too deep. most men would distance themselves from the object of their obsession, but simon didnât care. he wanted to be closer to you and so when his son told him about your situation, he was more than happy to take you in. he truly couldnât have cared less for his idiot of a son, but what he did care for, was you.
âcan i ask you a question, sweet girl?â he hummed as he attached his lips to the can of beer in his hand. it wasnât odd for simon to call you pet names and honestly, you liked them. in your head, it just solidified the fact that he approved of you.
âalways.â you give him your full attention, turning your body towards him and folding your hands in front of you. you notice the way he grimaces at your stance, which makes you blush in his harsh gaze.
âwhy so formal with me, love? been around me for almost a year and youâre so respectful.â setting the can down, he stands with his hands on his hips, towering over you.
âcause youâre my boyfriendâs dad.â you shrug. âi want to show you respect because im in your home.â
âthatâs great and all, but seriously, let loose, love. i like you and i donât want you to feel uncomfortable around me.â his tone is genuine, as if this is something that truly bothers him.
âiâm never uncomfortable around you.â the thought of yourself being uncomfortable around simon is absolutely outrageous to you. if anything, youâre more than comfortable with him. he shows you a kindness your own boyfriend couldnât show to you and you find it absolutely adorable. âiâm the complete opposite. i enjoy being around you.â
âreally?â he seems shocked, so you laugh and step towards him, placing a hand on his forearm. âyes, simon. i like that you have more life experience and youâve made me feel so accepted. of course im comfortable around you.â
youâre unaware of it, but the hand you place on him drives him insane. the surge of blood that rushes to his dick makes it hard for him to keep his composure as he smiles and you step back.
âwhile weâre talking, i do wanna apologize again for my intrusion. itâs completely my fault that weâre in this situation and iâm sorry.â youâre lying through your teeth, but you donât want to ruin your boyfriendâs relationship with his father.
but simon isnât stupid.
youâre the most hardworking nurse he had ever seen. he was aware of the long hours youâd work to make sure you had enough for bills, food, and luxuries, so the entire story that this was âall your faultâ was bullshit he knew better than to fall for, but before he could call you out on this lie, youâd moved to the kitchen.
âany dinner preferences?â you ask from behind the counter as he shakes his head.
âyou drove an hour to get here. relax, sweetheart. iâll whip somethinâ up.â
youâre.. surprised. despite this man being older with so much wear and tear on his body, he doesnât mind standing in front of a hot stove for you. he takes into account the drive and moves into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out some ingredients while you stand there slightly confused. âthanks.â is all you say as you sit on the couch and watch him intently. the way his large, veiny hands cut into the chicken breast heâs making to go into the alfredo, the way he moves about the kitchen without a grimace as if heâs truly enjoying cooking for you.
the whole thing is just attractive to you. you were being taken care of as opposed to being the person taking care of someone else and it was nice to just lay back every once and awhile and remember what it feels like to relax. and of course, the man himself was attractive and you were more than attracted to him, but he was your boyfriendâs dad, which was the only thing stopping you from jumping his bones then and there. not his age, not the fact that heâs more experienced, but simply because you could never do that to your boyfriend.
âhowâs work, honey?â he hums from the kitchen. âi have some stitches that are coming loose. think you could patch âem up for me?â
âalways, and work is fine. iâm working a double tomorrow, so, you know how that goes.â shrugging, you walk over to him. âwhereâs your stitches?â
he pulls up his shirt, revealing his scarred yet toned abdomen you want to drag your tongue across. you fight the urge to stare and look at the messy stitches heâd gotten done on the field and click your tongue. âshouldnât take too long to fix.â you lead him to the couch before grabbing your supplies and sitting on your knees between his leg. the stitches are lower on his abdomen, so the position was better for the both of you.
but simon being the filthy man he was could only imagine you doing literally anything else between his legs other than stitching him up. by the time youâre done, he was far off into his own head and hadnât even realized you started until you pulled away. âyouâre good to go.â standing up, you dust yourself off. âcall me when dinnerâs ready, yeah?â
simonâs tongue darts out to moisten his lips, unaware of just how very his mouth had gotten. âyeah.â
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after eating, you stayed awake for hours, the hope that your boyfriend would soon return fading away, along with sleep. despite everything, you still couldnât sleep without him so when you did for an hour, you were more than grateful. you stirred gently at this odd sensation between your legs and when you woke, you were too exhausted to scold who you thought was your boyfriend between your legs.
âitâs, like, three in the morning. what are youââ
before you can finish your sentence, you feel something wet press against your bare cunt and before you can ask yourself when heâd gotten home, when heâd shed you of your pants and panties, and got between your legs, he begins to kitten lick your clit, eliciting a low moan from you.
yet, as good as it feels, you canât help but feel like somethingâs.. off. not only does your boyfriend despise eating you out, but he seems more.. skilled. more experienced. maybe if you werenât so tired, you wouldâve noticed the difference in just how smooth and messy the hair you were grabbing at was. your boyfriend was obsessed with the way he looked and he hated when youâd pull at his hair when he begrudgingly ate you out, but he seemed to be leaning into it, one of the hands that he was using to keep your thighs apart moving to wrap his fingers around your wrist, almost as if silently telling you to pull harder.
âgod, youâre never this good.â you breathe out as you shut your eyes, your small fingers gripping his hair tighter. âif this is your way of apologizing for losing the apartment, you have a long way to go.â
so it wasnât your fault.
as if he didnât already know that.
suddenly, he eats you with more fervor, pulling his hand away from your wrist to push to fingers into your cunt. you know something is off but you donât care. you canât care. heâs slurping and sucking at your cunt as if he hasnât had a meal in ages and you love it. your sex life had been nonexistent and youâd faked every last one of your orgasms so this was something youâd allow yourself enjoy.
simon knows heâs gross, knows that he shouldnât be doing this, but the taste of your cunt is absolutely addicting. the way youâre writhing beneath him, moaning out for him, even if you donât know it, is driving him absolutely insane. he doesnât dare talk because he knows his voice is deeper than his sonâs and will give him away, instead he speaks with his tongue as it circles your clit before he takes his freehand, using his forearm to keep your thigh down as he pulls back the hood and sucks on it directly, causing you to squeal and try to run from the pleasure, but all he does is fuck his fingers into that special spot inside of you that makes you see stars. the way you moan is all he needs to confirm the fact that his son isnât taking care of your pretty cunt the way it needs to be taken care of.
youâre a mess, your cunt wetter than it had been in ages as you throw your head back and your back arches. ââs too much!â you call out, your body not really knowing how to respond to such pleasure. âstop, stop, stop, your dadââ
but he doesnât stop. his fingers get faster and he flicks at your exposed clit with his tongue.
ââm being too loudâslow down!â
and you find yourself having to cover your mouth as you let out a shrill scream, your thighs convulsing as your hips buck into his mouth. youâre cumming and youâre cumming hard. your vision is not only blurred from your exhaustion, but the pure ecstasy heâs causing you. when you come down from your high, you notice the way his hips begin to stall before he grows sloppy in trying to clean you up, retracting his fingers to grab at your thighs harshly.
you can immediately tell heâs cum in his pants and though itâs new, you find it attractive. heâs never gotten so much pleasure off pleasuring you and you relish in it for a few seconds before you fall asleep once again.
when you wake to find an empty bed, you canât find it in yourself to be as mad as youâd normally be. not with the way heâd eaten your cunt the night before. itâs seven in the morning and youâre preparing for work only to stop after sliding on your soft pink scrubs when you hear humming from the kitchen along with the smell of food.
you leave the guest room only to find simon at the stove, flipping bacon and whisking eggs. âgood morning, my dear.â
âyouâre in a good mood, and up early, something good happen?â smiling, you walk towards the island and sit down on the bar stool. simonâs happiness is contagious and you canât help but smile as he smiles back at you. âjust feeling sweet.â he grins as he hands you a plate with eggs, bacon, and pancakes on it.
âwell thank you.â he hands you a fork and you waste no time as you begin eating. you never really have time to cook on days you work so you often go hungry, but the gesture is kind and you know itâll help you get through the day. simon opens the fridge to pull out a strawberry milkshake. âmy son bought you this.â
âbut he forgot youâre allergic to strawberries, so,â simon throws away the milkshake and hands you a piĂąa colada smoothie. âi got you this.â
yet another kind gesture that shouldnât make your cunt pulse. though you canât have strawberries, you adore pineapple. itâs your favorite fruit and the fact that your boyfriend doesnât remember but his father does shows you that he cares. âthanks, simon.â smiling, you wrap your lips around the straw and hum. âwhen did he get home?â
âaround two in the morning. got up to use the bathroom and he scared the shit out of me.â simonâs lying but he knows better than to create a timeline that doesnât align with what had happened. âleft an hour ago.â
you fight the overwhelming need to roll your eyes and nod gently. when you finish eating, simon, of course, pulls out a soft pink lunchbox filled to the brim with different snacks, baked goods, and savory foods. âtold me you didnât really eat at work and i want you to be at your best.â
âsimon, really, this is so nice. i canâtââ
he clicks his tongue. âaht-aht. you will. youâre working a double and god knows if you faint at work because youâre hungry iâll have to stuff you full.â (of cock.)
âthank you.â taking the lunchbox, you put on your shoes and grab your purse. âhave a good day, simon.â
the second you leave, simonâs in the guest room rummaging through your panty and bra drawer, cock in hand as he imagines the way each pair looks on you. some are lacy, some are plain, but he doesnât care. the one he finds himself most drawn to are a pair of plain pink ones with white hearts on them. theyâre just so.. you. so adorable, so soft, and so unexplainably attractive. he knows that you have no idea that it was him between your legs and he knows that he should feel bad, but he canât. you tasted so fucking good. the sweetest thing heâs ever had and he canât help but want and need more. almost all of him is confused. his son had something so special, so beautiful, so deliciously sweet, and he was taking it for granted for women who wouldnât give him the time of day if they werenât being paid for it. he just couldnât understand why he was so okay with not being with you all the time. hell, simon was sure he missed you when you were at work more than his own damn son did.
the thought of being between your legs again, the thought of the way you tasted making him cum in his pants was all too much and he spilled into the pink panties he was holding, letting out the loudest of moans as he laid back on your spot on the bed, the thought of you having previously laid there enough to get him hard again as he looked at your now cum-filled panties and had no shame in taking them back to his room, along with a few others.
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when you return at around nine thirty that night, youâre more energized than usual. the food simon packed for you seemed to have done the trick because you were smiling all throughout the day. you didnât need to sit multiple times to keep yourself from passing out, you didnât need to hope the water in your 40 oz tumblr was enough to get you through the day and you were eternally grateful. âsimon!â you call out, wanting to greet the man and thank him, only to be met with the sight of your boyfriend.
âcalling for my dad and not me? should i be hurt?â he jokes and you canât help but feel irritated at the mere sight of him.
âis he here?â you look around him and try to walk away, but he grabs your hips. âhold on.â he chuckles. âwhy do you care so much? i havenât seen you since i left this morning. wanna spend some time with you.â
you groan internally. âi just got home from work and i need to shower. can you tell him i saidââ he doesnât even let you finish your sentence as you groans and moves to kiss at your neck.
âbut i need you.â he pouts. âmy dad isnât home and you can be as loud as you want.â
the loud in question being your fake screaming when you faked an orgasm.
âplease?â he begs and you groan but allow him to take what he needs, the small glimmer of hope that heâll eat you out as expertly as he did the night before fading away when he gets between your legs and starts bitching and moaning not even five minutes in and youâre faking a moan to make him stop. when he puts you into your hands and knees and fucks into you from behind, youâre beyond grateful that heâs too focused on himself to notice your bored expression in the mirror. when he finishes, you donât even fake an orgasm as you pull away and shower to wash his cum off of your back and ass. you hate sex with him for so many reasons, the main one being that he was entirely too focused on his pleasure and the other one being that he was so vanilla. you wanted to be choked, spanked, to have bruises lining your body and despite you mentioning this to him and saying it was the perfect way to make sex more interesting, he didnât care.
youâre not surprised when you find him gone after you shower, having already grown used to this cycle and you canât find it in yourself to care anymore.
you walk into the kitchen with your towel wrapped around you, opening the fridge to see a box of cut up pineapples and smiling because you know simon got it for you. you set it on the counter and grab a fork, zoning off into space as you eat. the house is quiet and youâre soaking it in.
but in your day dreaming, you failed to hear the car pulling into the driveway so when the front door opens to reveal simon, you screech and run into the guest room after yelling out jumbled and fast apologies. shutting the door, you flop onto the bed and whine in utter embarrassment, your entire body hot and your face flushed. sure, you had a towel on, but still. it didnât make it any less embarrassing. âoh my god, oh my god, oh my god.â you whisper, shoving your face into the mattress.
simon, on the other hand, immediately walks to his room and grabs one of those bras heâd stolen earlier that morning and has to bite down on his shirt to keep himself from moaning as he pumps his cock. while youâre embarrassed you were caught in your towel, he was wishing youâd dropped it.
he came incredibly fast and cleaned himself up before knocking on your door, hearing the way you groaned and whined on the other side.
ââs just me, love.â he chuckles.
âiâm sorry!â you call out.
âiâve seen a lot more than just girls in towels. youâre all good, sweet girl.â he reassures. ânothinâ to be embarrassed about.â
thereâs silence before you open the door, your eyes looking up at him with your face still flushed. he takes notice of the low cut white shirt youâre wearing and doesnât even hide the way heâs looking right at your tits.
âreally?â you speak, causing his eyes to meet yours as he snickers. âyeah. câmere.â he pulls you into his arms, his biceps flexing around you as he places his head atop yours, noticing the way you bury your head in his chest and let out the softest of laughs. âiâm still sorry.â
âif you apologize again, i swear to god.â pulling away, he ruffles your hair and smiles. âwhat are feeling like for dinner?â
âitâs fine, iâll cookââ
âno, what youâre going to do is sit your ass down and relax.â
his assertiveness just screams dominance and you canât help but imagine what heâs like in bed. does that dominance shine through? what does he like? does he like bigger girls? is he more skilled than his son?
you snap yourself out of your thoughts and nod as he walks into the kitchen as you sit on the couch, turning on the tv and watching some random romcom.
âgot a question for you, angel.â he hums from the kitchen.
âwhatâs up?â you turn to him.
âmy son, is he, uh..â he trails off before deciding to just be blunt. âis he being faithful to you?â
the question piques your interest. sure, you knew your boyfriend had a habit of spending money at strip clubs, but youâd never really thought that he was being unfaithful. you think about the late nights youâd be up waiting to him, the nights heâd come home with merlot on his mouth, the nights heâd have scratch marks down his back and something in your head clicks. you turn to simon and shake your head, lying once again. âi think he is.â
simon knows youâre lying, but he doesnât question you. he instead continues cooking. why? because he knew his son was being unfaithful. the idiot had accidentally sent him a sex tape once. and simon wouldâve appreciated the misclick if it was you he was fucking in the video, but it wasnât. instead, it was some thin brunette woman he had no interest in seeing and that his son shouldnât have been sleeping with. of course, his son had unsent it before simon could even think of saving it and sending it to you, meaning he had no proof of the infidelity. having to sit back and watch you so happy with a man who didnât treat you like the goddess you were when he couldâve treated you so much better, when he did treat you so much better.
after eating one night, you do some snooping in the guest room only to find nothing. you just know that heâs cheating on you but thereâs nothing to prove it.
at least, not until you get a text the next morning at work.
i met this guy at a bar last night and i think heâs your boyfriend. iâm so so sorry. i had no idea he had a girlfriend until he gave me his instagram and i saw that youâd tagged him in a bunch of posts. he recorded a sex tape and i just feel so gross for sleeping with such a dick. youâre so so beautiful and iâm so sorry for my part in his cheating.
samantha was more than happy to send you said sex tape and wished you luck on confronting him.
at first, you were sick. you threw up everything simon had made you for breakfast that morning and found yourself completely void of emotion during work. but as time passed, you grew angry. angry that he had the audacity to lay with you after fucking someone else, angry that heâd probably been doing this for months with other women, angry that you were so clueless.
you didnât want to cry, you didnât want to confront him.
you wanted to get him back.
you wanted to make him fucking hurt.
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when you returned home from work, you sneered at his absence in the house and knocked on simonâs door, not bothering to change out of your scrubs as he opened his bedroom door and you pushed into his room. âforgive my language, but your son is a fucking dick.â you start as simon sits at his desk and watches as you pace angrily. âthis girl messaged me at work and sends me the fucking sex tape he made of them. heâs probably been doing this forever and iâm not even sad, simon! wellâi am. i donât understand how someone as sweet and as kind as you could raise such a disrespectful manâbut i donât want to cry. i donât even feel hurt. i want to get him back.â
simon stared at you and nods, trying to bite back a grin. âso get him back, baby.â
youâre rambling stops as you hear his words. you turn to him and raise an eyebrow. âso youâre not the slightest bit mad at me for calling him a dick? youâre not going to defend him in any way you can?â
âconsidering it was his fault that youâre both staying here and the fact that despite my teachings, he hasnât learned to appreciate a good woman, i say you get him back. hit him where it hurts.â
âwaitâyouâve know it was his fault?â you ask.
âyouâre not the type to be evicted, my dear. with how hard you work, youâd only leave if you wanted to. not because you had to.â he shrugs.
he knows you so well it almost makes you want to suck his dick, but you know that itâs just your revenge fueled anger talking, so you hug him and thank him for his understanding as you go to take a shower. while you sit under the warm water, you think of all the friends he have that would give anything be between your legs, but you decide not to. if youâre going to have revenge sex, itâs going to be the best youâve ever fucking had.
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the next few weeks, youâre trying to come up with the most painful way to hurt your soon to be ex boyfriend while also trying to stop the incredibly vivid wet dreams youâve been having about simon. itâs hard to think about the perfect revenge when you wake up with a swollen, wet, and achy cunt because youâre dreaming about the older man once again. at first, it was just at night. then it started happening when you took naps. hell, youâd fallen asleep in the car with simon because he was driving you home from work and youâd had a dream right next to him. it was as if your cunt was calling out for him.
you had off work that night, simon had gone out, and only the lord knew where your boyfriend was and who he was inside. you took an hour long shower, taking time to shave your arms, legs, and cunt. you washed your hair, used the expensive body scrubs you only used when you were anticipating sex, and applied your most expensive body wash. even after getting out of the shower, you took time doing your skincare, rubbing a sweet scented lotion into your body and putting on your best set, which was a lace blue bra with a matching lace thong. you purposefully wore a low cut shirt that did little to hide the tits you know simon had trouble not looking at and the shorts you were didnât help either. you made dinner and waited patiently for the older man who returned just as you finished pouring out a glass of wine.
âwhatâs all this?â was his first question as he stepped into the house and shut the door.
âwell, i figured out how im going to get him back. wanted to tell you over dinner and wine.â you shrug.
simon can smell the perfume youâre wearing and it almost drives him feral as he shuts the door and smiles before sitting down. âwell thank you for cooking, love, but you really didnât have to.â
âi know, but youâve done it for me the entire month iâve been here. wanted to repay the favor.â sitting down, you and simon talk about his job, your job, and a few other things that you normally talk about before you finish eating and he lets out a sigh. âso, whatâs this plan of yours?â he almost seems to eager to know what youâre planning on doing, and he is.
instead of actually answering you sigh. âsimon, you have been so kind to me the entire time iâve been here. work has been so much better ever since you started packing me lunches and you pay attention to the things your son doesnât. you remember my strawberry allergy, how much i like pineapples, what songs i like so you can play them in the car, cook for me. i just want to thank youââ
âscarinâ me, love. sounds like youâre leaving.â he mumbles, his smile slowly dropping. âare you?â
âno, simon. iâm not.â you stand up and walk over to him before boldly sitting in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. âquite the opposite, actually.â
simon short circuits. he wants to grab you, to buck his hips into yours so you can feel how hard heâs gotten in a mere four seconds and the feel of you on top of him. but he doesnât. his mind goes blank and all he can do is look up at you. you push your chest towards him and thatâs all it takes to snap him back to reality as he reaches up to grab your tits before snapping his hand away. âiâm sorryââ
you donât let him mumble out the apologies you know heâs going to give before you lean down to kiss him, tasting the wine heâd just drank on his lips and when you feel how quickly he grabs you, his hands groping at your tits as he pushes you back against the table, you know he gets the idea. he doesnât dare part from you, letting every sick urge heâs been holding back out as he moves one of his hands to push both of your glasses and plates off the table, not caring for the way they shatter against the floor as he hoists you up onto the wooden table, eliciting a gasp from you.
âi could not give less of a fuck.â is all he replies with as he literally tears your shirt in two and doesnât bother to take off your bra properly. instead, he pulls your tits out and sucks on them as if heâs needed them, as if heâs been yearning for them. a part of you wonders why heâs so willing to have sex with you, and so you voice that thought. âyouâre so okay with this.â
âbecause iâm a gross old man who has wanted nothing more than to fuck his sonâs girlfriend ever since he first saw her.â heâs not ashamed or embarrassed as he voices this. âcalled out your name so many times when i fucked other women, jerked off so many times when you were in the room right down the hall, and i donât care.â
the revelation doesnât gross you out. all it does is make your cunt throb in anticipation as you lay your head back on the table and relish in the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipples. you want to hear more about it and heâs more than happy to tell you.
âbeen eating you every fucking night because god knows heâs not. at least, not the way you need to be.â
you jolt up, looking down at him and noticing the way his pupils dilate as he looks back up at you. âwaitâwait, youâve been eating me out while i sleep?â
âyeah. sucked hearing you call out his name because you didnât know it was me, though.â
youâre not mad. not in the slightest. your pussy is soaking and he can tell by the way youâre staring down at him and that youâre not bothered, so he continues. âthose âdreamsâ youâve been having? not dreams, my angel, just be sucking on your pretty clit while you sleep. and that time in the car? had my fingers deep in your cunt and you didnât know a thing.â
when you donât speak and for a second, simon pouts. âmad at me, love?â
âno, iâm turned on. touch me.â
and simonâs more than happy to oblige. he moves to suck your left nipple as he rips off your shorts, but savors your panties, before plunging his fingers into you with a deep chuckle. âso wet fâme. you ever get this wet for him?â
ânever.â you confirm and all it does is make him smile. his fingers are thicker and longer than not only your own, but your boyfriendâs, filling you in an almost familiar way as you recall the âdreamsâ youâd had of him. you lay back and shut your eyes, but simon canât have that. he wants you to see him. wants you to see whoâs making you feel a way his son canât.
and sure, he could just gently tell you to open your eyes. but whereâs the fun in that? instead, he slaps you, grabbing your jaw. âeyes open.â
it hurts, but you relish in it, opening your eyes and giving him a dazed smile. the impact is something youâve always wanted and when you give him a gentle nod to tell him youâre okay with it, he nods back. his free hand is grabbing at the tit heâs not sucking while his other hand is deep in your cunt. when you let out a moan, he slaps you once more. âwanna hear her.â the her being your cunt that is making the filthiest noises. the squelching and wet sounds coming from you are almost pornographic and the fact that itâs not his son, but him making you feel good is a pleasure simonâs certain no one else will ever give him.
âsheâs so precious, isnât she, love?â he hums out. âand these, god, these are perfect.â he moans into your chest. when you begin to reach your climax and try to pull away from the pleasure, he pulls his fingers out of you to slap your cunt, loving the way your body jolts in response before sliding his fingers back in.
when you reach your climax, your back arches and you push your hips into his fingers, filling you in a way thatâs absolutely perfect as you squeal and your hand claws at his forearm thatâs still grabbing at your tits. when you come down from your high, he doesnât pull away to stop. he instead sucks on his fingers before getting on his knees and pulling your thighs apart, eating you the same way he had been for the past month. usually, he starts slow, but he doesnât care enough for that right now. he pulls the hood of your clit back the same way he had been and youâre not sure why, but the fact that you now know itâs him and always has been makes it all the more intense.
âtell me what he doesnât do to you.â he rasps out as you tangle your fingers into his hair, struggling to keep your thighs open.
âdoesnâtânghhâdoesnât listen to me. told him to choke me and he wouldnât. wouldnât finger me, eat me out, couldnât fuck me right.â your words are rushed and you canât focus on what youâre saying, but simon understands you perfectly as he slurps up your arousal.
âdidnât wanna spank me, didnât listen to my kinks.â
âwhat kinda kinks, baby?â simonâs intrigued. heâs thought about what you like time and time again and heâs eager to hear more.
âlike having my hair pulled, being told what to doââ you stop to let out a moan but when he slaps your thigh, you continue. âthat. i like that too.â
âyeah, angel? like when i slap you like that?â he hums and repeats the action, making you moan and nod.
âgonna make you feel so good youâll forget how bad he made you feel.â
when you cum, he has no trouble picking you up and taking you to his bedroom, throwing you on the bed and pulling off his shirt before he sits at his desk and pulls off his sweats to reveal not only how hard his cock is, but how big it is. itâs not only bigger than your boyfriendâs, but anyone youâve ever had and when you reach touch it, he slaps his hand away. âaht-aht. wanna watch you play with her. make her feel good, baby.â
the request surprises you. itâs something youâve never done or thought of doing and you feel almost embarrassed. âsimonââ
âwasnât a question.â
you push aside your embarrassment, the need to get rid of the aching feeling in your cunt due to his assertiveness overwhelming you. laying back on his pillow, you spread your legs and bring your fingers to your clit, feeling just how wet he had made you for yourself.
âplay with her the way you do when you think of me.â
you recall one night youâd buried your fingers into your cunt while images of simon played in your head, so you repeat those same actions, pushing your fingers into your heat easily as you bring your other hand to wrap your fingers around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you lightheaded as you call out his name. your fingers werenât enough, they never were, but you still tried, applying more pressure to your neck and hoping that would add to the intensity.
simon knows that your fingers arenât doing what he could, but heâs enjoying watching the way you plunge your fingers as deep as they can go while your other hand is wrapped around your neck. and sure, he knows he should be looking at your cunt but your tits look so pretty. the way they jiggled when youâd push your fingers in was absolutely tantalizing and he swore he was going to cum right then and there.
âdaddyââ you choked out, making the both of you stop. âsimonâi meant simon.â you correct yourself immediately, reacting your fingers and shaking your head as you stare at simon whoâs just staring back at you with an unreadable expression. âfuck, iâm sorry.â
when he stands, you prepare yourself for the worst but instead, he slaps you and grabs your jaw before connecting your lips in a manner thatâs nothing but rough. he doesnât pull away until you push him away for air. he slaps you once more and only grins. âdidnât know you wanted to get fucked by daddy that bad.â is all he rasps before he pulls you over his knee and slaps your ass so hard you know itâs going to leave a mark.
âso youâre not mad?â you drape your head in embarrassment and instead of answering, he spanks you once more. âgonna slap you for every month youâve been with my idiot of a son and then iâm going to fuck you until you canât think.â
you didnât know that thirteen simple slaps could hurt so bad but feel so good. your cunt is pulsing and you can feel your arousal dripping down your slit and thighs and though youâre sobbing by the end of it, youâre not in pain. all of you feels nothing but pleasure from the way he gives you one extra slap before turning you over to cradle you, his fingers teasing your clit. âtell me what you want daddy to do to you.â
youâre an incoherent mess and when you take too long to compose yourself, he slaps your cunt, forcing a rushed response out of you. âwant you to fuck me! please!â
âyeah? want me to fuck you like a whore?â he mocks as he looks at your teary expression. âyouâre so sweet all the time, does he know how fucking filthy you are?â
you shake your head. âno, no. heâhe never wanted to do stuff like this. always wanted to be gentle.â
he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. ânow thatâs no way to treat a slut. canât be sweet and gentle with them.â he flips you onto your hands and knees his hand holding both your wrists behind your back as he pushes your head into the mattress. âcanât be nice to them.â he aligns himself with your entrance and despite him just putting the tip in, youâre asking him to stop.
âsimonâstop.â you whisper through strangled sobs.
âyouâre doing so good, baby. did i say something wrong? are you okay?â itâs odd how his demeanor switches. two seconds ago he was just calling you a slut and now heâs kissing down your back and stroking your hair. itâs nice, but you want him to be rough. youâve had enough of the sweet simon and you want him to let loose. despite his size and your need to adjust, you push your hips back no matter how bad it hurts and sob into the sheets as simon lets out a soft âohhhâ as he realizes that you want him to be rough and to make you take it, and so he does.
he knows that he does need to be slightly gentle, so he pushes in slowly, but the second heâs got his full cock inside of you, heâs using yours wrists as leverage to fuck you back onto him. it hurts, it does, but you canât find it in yourself to care as your pain turns into pleasure and youâre moaning loudly, no care for the possibility that your boyfriend could return home. âdaddyâfuck!â
âlook at you! taking my cock so good despite me being your boyfriendâs dad.â he chuckles. âyâknow a part of me thinks youâre enjoying this.â
the thought absolutely humiliates you but you donât feel an ounce of shame as you whimper. you want to deny it, to lie and say youâre not, but the way your cunt is sucking him in and the white creamy ring forming at the base of his cock was a dead giveaway that you were.
âhow do you think he would feel? or are you just a whore who doesnât care about anything besides getting her cunt filled?â he slaps your ass, making you yelp.
âheâd be so madâso fucking mad.â you rush out. âdonât care. need your cock, daddy.â
ââm giving it to you, silly girl. is that not enough? do you need me to fuck you like this?â with no warning, he lets go of wrists and grabs your hips before absolutely slamming into you, the tip of his cock bullying your cervix as he fills you to the absolute brim. his cock is so big, so fucking fat that youâre positive every inch of your walls is stuffed full of his dick. his thrusts increase in speed and get more forceful as he takes one of his hands to pull on your hair, wanting to hear every last one of the sounds you make for him.
âyes! god fucking yes!â you yell out, using your now freed hands to grab at the sheets. every sound that he coaxes out of you is sinful and he loves it.
âfeel so fucking good, baby. sheâs so tight. so eager fâme.â he whispers out. âdidnât know youâd take me so well. must be a true whore. i donât know many girls who are so eager to fuck their boyfriendâs dad, but here you are. got so fucking mad at those other girls for being with him ând now youâre finally getting him back. how do you feel, baby?â
âgood! i feel so fucking good.â youâre yelling but you donât care, and unlike the way you used to when your boyfriend was buried inside you, every moan, every stutter of your hips, every whine and whimper was real. your tears blur your vision but you donât miss the bright white light coming from simonâs phone and the first thing you try to do is hide your face, but heâs not having any of that.
âdonât run from it, whore. was so willing to fuck me but donât wanna show your face?â he pulls your hair and forces your head away from the bed. âshow âem your face, angel, câmon. let âem see how pretty you are.â
you want to shake your head, to hide in shame, but when simon spanks you, it elicits a low moan and you turn your head towards the camera, not missing the way he smiled. âtell âem what you are.â
ââm a whore. a dirty fucking whore.â
âand whoâs making you feel this good?â
âfuckâyou, daddy!â you donât dare to shut your eyes and simon is reveling in just how glossy they look in the light of the camera. of course, heâd never send these to anyone, but why not have a video so he can replay the best sex of his life? ânasty fucking girl.â he slaps your ass once more and letâs go of your hair only to wrap his bicep around your pretty neck, flipping the camera so you can catch sight of your fucked out and tired expression. your cheeks are tearstained, lips are swollen, and your eyes are puffy and red, but you love it. simon can only smile as he continues to fuck into you, only looking away from the camera to nip at the shell of your ear as he applies more pressure to your neck, making you lightheaded.
when he does stop recording, all he does is pull your hair so you can choke you harder and when he does, youâre positive heâs purposefully sending you to the brink of passing out before allowing you air once more. itâs erotic in the filthiest way possible and simon is loving how receptive you are to it. when he squeezes, all he can do is mock your choked sobs as you try to push him away for air, but he doesnât budge. âyou can take it. this is what you wanted, right?â his free hand reaches down to play with your clit and he squeezes your neck tighter with the muscle that shouldnât be as attractive to you as it is. âlook at you, youâre fuckinâ drooling. just a sad whore who only wants to get filled.â
his words, his hand, his cock, the bicep thatâs cutting off your air supply is all too much and when you reach your climax, itâs explosive. you let out a strangled cry of his name and all he does is squeeze your neck harder, matching the way your cunt is squeezing his cock, which is pretty damn tight. your walls are so slick, so velvety, like a forbidden silk that he has nothing but the pleasure of dipping into. youâre sopping wet and when you come down from your high with shaky legs and pants, you soon fall limp, which only makes simon frown.
ââm not done with you yet, angel.â he pulls away from your cunt that has now relaxed due to your unconsciousness and slaps you, bringing you back to reality. your vision is blurred and your body is attempting to become reacquainted with the feel of air in your lungs as simon looks down at you. âthere she is.â grinning, he plants a kiss on your head. âhow you doinâ, baby? âm i being too rough?â
you appreciate the check in and allow yourself to enjoy the moment of calm. ââm okay, simon. just need a break.â
âas long as you need.â he nods, ignoring how hard he is and stroking your hair as he kisses over your reddened and tear stained cheeks. âdoing so good for me. iâm so proud of you.â his voice is soft and the reassurance only makes your cunt throb. âbeing such a good girl for me, love. doing everything i say and taking me so well.â
the praise continues until you give him the okay and he gives you one last kiss. he lays on his back and because he knows you were out cold less than ten minutes ago, heâs more gentle when you wrap your lips around his cock and get to work, moaning out at the taste of not only him, but yourself. heâs bigger than youâve ever had, but you do your best to put as much as you can of him into your mouth.
âsuch a good girl.â he praises, brushing your messy hair out of your face. âso proudâfuckâso proud of you.â
his sweet words only make you speed up, sucking your cheeks in as you run your tongue up and down the underside of his cock. you revel in his every moan and whimper, loving the way he pulled your hair to keep himself grounded and the way he was bucking his hips up into your mouth while muttering out whiny apologies. ââm sorry. i know i need to be gentle, but yourânghhâyour mouth is so good.â
you nod at him to silently tell him youâre okay and even though your head is still fuzzy, you take all of him, not caring for the way youâre choking at the base of his cock and the spit pooling around the corners of your mouth. the action makes him let out a loud and shameless whimper before he pulls you off. âride me.â
you get on top of him and with a blank mind, you force yourself up and down his cock, letting out moan after moan as simon slaps your face and buries his head into your tits, his tongue swirling around your nipples as he looks up at you with hazy eyes. âthatâs my girl. make yourself feel good, baby.â
and so you do. your head is completely empty as you throw it back to let out a cry of his name. your cunt is sucking him in and when the moment he touches that spongey spot inside of you, you gasp and place your hands on his chest for leverage, only making him moan louder.
until your phone starts buzzing on the side table.
and itâs your boyfriend thatâs calling.
you donât slow, you donât even stop moving as you pick up the phone, knowing he can hear the sounds of your pussy squelching around his fatherâs cock, the sounds of your hips meeting his thighs, your moans and sobs as you put the phone on speaker. it doesnât take him long to realize whatâs going on, and when he does, heâs livid.
âwho are you fucking right now?!â he yells out, eliciting a cock drunk giggle from you.
âwho have you been fucking?â your voice is slurred and simon only smiles as he strokes your cheek with his thumb before slapping you, only making you moan and laugh. youâre completely drunk on the man below you and youâre not trying to spare his feelings.
âwhat are you talking about?â he tries to lie but all you do is click your tongue and shake your head. âmm-mm. samanthaâoh fuck, thatâs it! right thereâshe sent me the video.â you donât care that he can hear your pleasure driven cries and his silence from the other line tells you all you need to know.
what throws you for a loop is when simon shamelessly speaks. âshame you cheated on such a good woman. her pussy is perfect. dunno why youâd ever give it up.â
thereâs more silence before he gasps. âthere is no way in hell youâre fucking my fatherââ
before he can finish his sentence, simon lazily smiles. âclose, arenât you, baby?â
âso close, so close.â you whimper as he slaps you once again. thereâs something different about this building orgasm. itâs much more intense, more prominent in the pit of your stomach as you look back at simon with a teary expression, the feel of his cock pounding into your g-spot beyond more intense than it had been and when you try to pull off of him to escape the intense feeling, he sighs and grabs your hips before slamming back into you. âyou know better, donât you, baby?â
âyes, daddyâfuck!ââs too much, too much.â you grab your tits but simon slaps your hand away and replaces it with his own. âyouâre gonna fuckinâ take it like the whore you are. let him hear how good i make you feel.â
and once again, you do, almost having forgot that your boyfriend was on the phone as you let out every whimper and whine his cock coaxes out of you.
âlisten to how a real man treats his woman.â he scolds his son. âhe makes her feel special and the disappointing sex she told me about makes me ashamed to be related to you.â
âyouâre literally fucking my girlfriend!â
âex girlfriend.â simon corrects before letting out a moan. âfuck, fuck, âm gonna cum. where do you need it?â
âin me, please.â you breathe out, the thought of simon having been the only man to fill your cunt driving you so much closer to the edge.
âdo not fucking cum in her or so help me god, iâllââ
âyouâll what? not make her cum again?â simon cuts off his son. âtell him who makes you feel this good, my love.â
âyou, daddy! always you.â
âthen cum fâme angel. let him hear how i make you feel.â
and with that, youâre cumming.
more and harder than you ever have in your life.
amidst your moans and screams of simonâs name, the squelching sounds of your cunt grow louder and when you realize youâre squirting on him, you only search for the feeling even more, your body moving itself as you drag your cunt up and down his cock while the beautiful spurts of liquid absolutely coat yourself and him. simon moans aloud, throwing his head back as he looks at your phone.
âshe ever squirt for you? because she did for me.â he chuckles.
âiâm coming home now.â is all your boyfriend says before he hangs up, but simon doesnât stop.
âthat was so pretty, so beautifulâfuck! âm gonna cum in you.â every ounce of pleasure that simon has felt and is feeling makes his hips stutter as he pushes into you one final time and groans as he fills your cunt with his cum, his head moving to grab and suck at your tits with eyes on you as he does so. the warmth of his cum makes you let out a soft moan as you lean forward to rest your head on his chest, not wanting to pull away from him just yet.
simon strokes your back as you shut your eyes, and let out a shaky sigh. âso howâs revenge feel?â
âreally fucking warm and filling.â laughing, you pull back and slide off of simon, allowing him to push any of his cum that threatens to spill out of you back into your cunt as you lay back and pull his blanket over your bare and bruised body. âwhat should we do about him?â
âdonât give a fuck. soon as he gets here, heâs getting out. i donât fuck with cheating and he knows better than that.â he shrugs, stroking your hair and kissing his head. âtell me youâll stay.â
ââcourse i will. couldnât give up sex like that.â you confirm.
âi donât care how much older than me simon. only thing that stopped me from fucking and pursuing you ages ago was the fact that you were his dad. now that heâs out of the equation, iâm more than happy to be with you. even if youâre a sick and gross old man.â laughing, you press a kiss to simonâs nose and pull away when you hear the sound of a car turn off. âgonna go deal with him?â
âeh, rather just lock the door and play with this pretty pussy some more.â just before he can, you catch sight of your bra and you donât miss the cum staining the inside of the cups.
âsimon, is that my bra?!â you sit up and he pulls away just as the front door opens.
âoh, look here! heâs home. i should go deal with that.â simon whistles as he locks and shuts his bedroom door, wanting to keep his son whoâs yelling to see you at bay while you lay back and enjoy the sounds of him sobbing the same way you wouldâve wanted to when you first heard about his unfaithfulness if he wasnât such a dick.
besides, revenge tasted pretty damn good to you.
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