Chapter 2: Something for Fixing
The sun seemed to hold its breath as Danny stood over Hannah, his gaze locked onto her, his chest heaving with each ragged breath he took. The air between them crackled with tension, the scent of lavender and cut grass suddenly intensified, as if nature itself was holding its breath, waiting for what was to come.
Hannah's heart pounded in her chest, her body aching with a need so intense it was almost painful. She could feel the heat of Danny's gaze on her skin, like a physical touch, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to reach out and pull him down onto her.
She couldn’t believe that she had really just asked him to fuck her, but the words has slipped out before she could stop them and there was no going back now.
She looked up at him, waiting for him to say something, anything , but he just stood there, his eyes fixed on her, his jaw clenched, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.
Hannah felt a shiver run down her spine, her body responding to his silent intensity. She wanted him to take her, to fuck her right there in the garden, to make her his, to make her forget everything else that existed in the world.
She knew cheating on her husband was wrong but she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t stop the way her body responded to Danny’s presence, to the way he was looking at her.
Maybe Max wouldn’t mind she told herself, he loved nothing more than when they roleplayed his cuckolding fantasies, when she pretended to be a slutty wife fucking other men . Maybe this was just the next step, the ultimate roleplay.
Hannah's mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of justification and desire, but she didn't have time to dwell on them. Danny's hands suddenly gripped her ankles, his touch firm and confident as he pulled her down the towel, her body sliding easily over the soft fabric as she fell onto her back.
She gasped, her eyes wide, her heart pounding in her chest as he positioned himself above her.
He still hadn't said a word, his silence only serving to heighten the tension between them, the anticipation of what was to come.
Hannah could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear.
She watched as he effortlessly pulled his tshirt up and over his head in one fluid motion, casting it aside to reveal his broad, muscular chest dusted with dark hair and Hannah couldn’t help but watch transfixed, the anticipation building inside her as he reached down and roughly pulled his work trousers open, reaching inside and withdrawing his cock.
Hannah couldn’t help the feeling of shame and excitement that washed over her as she watched and saw his cock for the first time. She had wanted it to be big, bigger than her husband, had imagined it already and she wasn’t disappointed.
It was thick and heavy, the veins running along its length standing out prominently as it pulsed and throbbed with life, mere inches from her completely exposed, unprotected married pussy.
This is what Max had always wanted, had encouraged her to fantasise about. A handsome stranger with a huge cock who she was attracted to, who she was desperate for them to fuck her, to make her come.
It wasn’t her fault that he wasn’t here to witness it, that he was stuck at work whilst his wife was here, about to be fucked by another man, real man.
She had always been faithful to Max, always been a good wife, but through the years of roleplay and dirty talk he had more or less given her a free pass she thought to herself. He had been the one to encourage her to fantasise about other men, about being a slut and being used and fucked by them so what did he expect.
Hannah looked up into Danny’s face as he settled himself above her, his thick, strong arms either side of her shoulders, caging her in, making her feel as small and vulnerable beneath him as she had imagined.
They stared into each others eyes, both entirely consumed by the moment, by the raw, primal need that had brought them here.
They didn’t speak as Danny began to lower his hips, Hannah gasping as she felt the hot, heavy head of his cock press against her slick, swollen folds as they maintained intense eye contact.
She was so fucking wet, so fucking ready for him, and she couldn’t believe this was really happening, that she was about to cheat on her husband, about to let another man inside her.
But it felt so right, so fucking good, and she couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t tell him to stop even if she wanted to.
She looked up into his eyes, her breath hitching as she felt him begin to push inside her, her body stretching to accommodate the bulbous tip.
Fuck, he was so big, so much bigger than Max, and she could feel the delicious, burning, stretching sensation as he started to push himself inside of her.
The thick, meaty head of his cock breached her tight, swollen lips, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through her body as she gasped, her fingers digging into the soft grass beneath her.
Despite how stretched she felt, he was pushing into her with surprising ease, a feeling of shame and sluttiness washing over her at how easily she was taking such a huge cock.
Hannah groaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she finally felt the mushroom-shaped head slip fully inside her, her inner walls clenching around it as her body adjusted to the intrusion, the hot, burning sensation both pleasurable and painful at the same time.
Danny didn’t give her long to adjust though, his own desire too great to wait as he slowly forced himself deeper inside her, Hannah feeling every inch of him as he stretched her wider than she had ever been before.
It seemed to go on forever, inch after inch of his thick, veined cock slowly pushing deeper and deeper, filling her completely until he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against her, his hot skin searing against hers, his full, heavy balls resting against her thick ass.
He was so deep, so fucking deep, and Hannah could feel him in her stomach, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her, filling her completely. She had never felt so full, so completely taken, and she couldn't help but let out a low, breathy moan, her eyes fluttering closed again as she savored the sensation.
Danny began to move his hips very gently, rocking them still buried deep inside of her and Hannah could feel the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing against her cervix, the sensation sending jolts through her body as she gasped and moaned.
"Oh god," she whispered, her fingers digging into the soft grass beneath her, her body already on the verge of orgasm, her pussy clenching around him as he began to slowly slide in and out of her.
She could feel every ridge, every vein on his cock as he moved, her body stretching and contracting around him, her pussy dripping with her arousal as he slowly started to fuck her.
It was so fucking thick, her pussy never having felt so claimed and full, like he was built for her.
Danny slid out until only the thick, swollen head remained inside her, his cock glistening with her juices, before he pushed back in roughly, his hips slamming into hers, pushing her down into the grass.
Fuck, this is what she wanted, this is what she really needed. A strong, dominant powerful man to take her, to just fucking use her like a whore. Not a wife, not a lover, just a slut to be fucked and discarded.
Hannah yelped and gasped with each powerful thrust into her, her breath coming in short, panting bursts as Danny’s cover drove into her with relentless force, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked onto hers, his expression intense and hungry.
“Harder,” Hannah growled, her voice barely recognisable, her body desperate for more, for him to use her like she’d always fantasised about when she roleplayed with Max.
Danny didn’t need to be told twice as he slammed into her again, his force brutal and unyielding as he also started to increase his pace, his thick cock driving into her with a wet, slapping sound that began to fill the garden.
Hannah gasped and moaned, her body arching up to meet his as he took her. He balanced himself on one arm, his pace and power relentless as his strong hand grabbed her wrist, pinning it above her head.
Hannah helped, moving her other hand up and allowing Danny to grasp both of her wrist in one powerful hand, holding them firmly together as he pounded into her.
The feeling of being retrained like this, her hands pinned over her head, body trapped beneath his, was intoxicating. She felt like she was completely at his mercy, at the mercy of his perfect cock, submissive and powerless to stop him, not that she had any desire to.
She wanted him to know how much she loved it, how much she wanted him to use her, how submissive to his cock and dominance she really was. She wanted him to know that she was his slut, his to use and discard, and that she would do anything, anything at all, for him to keep fucking her.
She wanted to be owned and dominated, to be nothing but a body for his cock, and she could feel her body responding to his every move, her pussy clenching around him, her breath hitching with each thrust.
Without any warning, Danny’s lips crashed down to hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth in a possessive, claiming kiss that stole her breath away. His hand tightened on her wrists, anchoring her beneath him as his body moved with a newfound urgency.
Hannah’s mind spun with a mix of guilt and exhilaration—she could taste him, feel the rough scrape of his stubble against her chin, and it was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. It suddenly felt more intense, more intimate now that they were kissing, as if every inch of her body was being claimed. She moaned into his mouth, her hips lifting instinctively to meet his thrusts, her pussy clenching around him in desperate, needy pulses.
She kissed him back with a ferocity that surprised even herself, her tongue tangling with his, her body arching up to take every inch of him.
She knew she was cheating before but it felt so much more real, so much more intimate now that they were kissing, their bodies pressed together, his cock buried deep inside her.
The taste of him, the feel of his lips on hers, the way his hand gripped her wrists like he was trying to pin her down forever—it was all too much, too perfect, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Hannah moaned into his mouth, her body shuddering with each thrust, her pussy clenching around him as he fucked her with a raw, primal hunger.
Fuck if cheating felt this good, she thought, her mind reeling with a mix of shame and pure, unadulterated pleasure, why hadn’t she done it sooner.
Her tits bounced and jiggled between them with every thrust, her hard, aching nipples rubbing against his chest, sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit. She could feel the heat building inside her, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge.
Hannah was so desperate to cum, so desperate for release but she didn’t want it to be over yet, she wanted to savour ever fucking second, every fucking inch.
She knew she wasn’t going to last much longer, knew that Danny could make her cum just from fucking her, something her husband had never managed and she was determined to give herself fully over to this man, to let him own her.
She turned her head, breaking their hungry, passionate kiss and pulled her hands free from his grasp. Danny immediately stopped, worried he’d done something wrong, gone too far as he lent back on his knees, but Hannah just smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She rolled over, off the towel and onto the grass, positioning herself in front of him on her hands and knees, spreading her legs wide, her bikini bottoms hanging on to one thigh, her wet, swollen pussy completely exposed as she displayed herself to him.
She felt a burning shame and embarrassment that she had now come to crave as she offered herself to him in this way. There was something so humiliating, so degrading about being on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her pussy dripping and exposed, and she loved it.
Danny's eyes widened in surprise and lust as he took in the sight of her, his gaze roaming over her body, lingering on her ass, her pussy, her tits hanging heavily beneath her. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the raw, primal desire that she had awakened in him, and it only served to make her feel more wanton, more slutty.
She looked back at her shoulder at him, painting a submissive, innocent look on her face as she wiggled her juicy ass at him, her pussy clenching in anticipation.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of need and vulnerability, her eyes locked onto his, “fuck me like I’m yours, dominate me, make me yours.”
She turned back away to hide the smile that threatened to break free, her body trembling with anticipation, her pussy clenching around nothing but air, desperate for his cock. The cool breeze from the garden kissed her exposed skin, making her nipples tighten painfully and her pussy throb with an aching need.
Being so submissive, presenting herself like this, made her feel like a wanton slut, something she had always secretly craved. Hannah could feel her pussy dripping, her arousal soaking the grass beneath her, and she couldn’t help but imagine how Max would react if he saw her now—his wife on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, completely exposed and desperate for another man to fuck her.
Dannys hands gripped Hannah’s wide hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he quickly positioned himself behind her.
He didn’t wait for permission, didn’t need to be asked twice as his slammed into her, pulling her back onto his cock with a force that made Hannah gasp.
He immediately began to thrust into her, his powerful strokes driving his cock deep inside her as she moaned and writhed beneath him, her body responding to his every movement.
Hannah could feel her tits swinging and bouncing beneath her with each powerful thrust, a soft, rhythmic slapping sound filling the garden as his hips slammed into her ass, his balls slapping against her sensitive clit.
His strong, possessive arms pulled her back onto him to meet every dominant thrust, pushing her own hips back to assist, taking him deeper than before, her pussy completely stretched around his huge cock, full and aching with pleasure.
Hannah yelped and moaned every time she felt him penetrate her, his cock deep inside her, using her pussy.
She felt a strong, dominate hand grip the back of her neck, forcing her face down into the grass, her ass even higher now, legs splaying wider, completely at his mercy.
He was using her like a whore now, fucking her like she was nothing, entirely submissive, owned by his cock.
She was so fucking close now, his thick cock pounding into her, his heavy balls slapping against her clit, pushing her nearer and nearer to the edge as each slap sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.
She had never felt so owned and used by a man and she loved it, she knew that Max would never be able to do this to her, never be able to make her feel like this, like she was nothing but a body for his cock, his to use and discard.
She could never go back now, not after this, not after the way he was using her. She could never pretend that she was still a good little wife, faithful and loyal, but a Hotwife, that was definitely something she could get used to.
The thought of cuckolding her husband, of this becoming a regular thing, of being used and fucked by other men, sent a thrill of excitement through her and it had now become to much to bear.
Danny’s hand tightened around her neck, his grip firm but not painful, his thumb pressing against her cheekbone as he slammed into her.
“I’m gonna cum,” Hannah gasped, her voice slightly muffled by the grass, her body starting to tense, the familiar coiling pressure building and building in her core.
“Cum inside me,” Hannah urged desperately, “fill my pussy, mark me as yours,” she added, her voice trembling with need and submission.
Hearing her so desperate and submissive immediately pushed Danny over the edge and he buried himself as deep as he could as he let out a low, guttural grown, his fingers digging into her hips, his hand tightening around the back of her neck as he held her in place and began to swell and pulse inside of her, his hot, thick seed flooding Hannah’s unprotected pussy.
The feeling of the first powerful jet of cum hitting her insides sent Hannah crashing over the edge and she let out a loud, shuddering moan as her own orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing around his cock as she came hard and fast, her pussy clenching and unclenching violently, milking his cock.
She could feel every pulse and throb of Danny’s cock, every thick, hot jet of cum coating her insides as her orgasm went on an on, her pussy so sensitive, her body so wracked with pleasure, complete at his mercy, completely owned by him as he flooded her cunt with his seed.
When both their orgasms had started to subside, they remained in position, locked together, both panting and gasping for breath, their bodies slick with sweat, savouring the last moments of their connection.
Danny finally softened enough to slip out of Hannah’s well used pussy, a trail of their combined juices following him as he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and exposed.
Hannah stayed on her hands and knees, her ass still in the air, her pussy dripping with Danny’s cum as she tried to catch her breath, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
She could feel his cum leaking out of her, running down her thighs, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at being marked in this way.
She had done it, she had really done it. She had cheated on Max, had let another man fuck her, had let him cum inside her, and it had felt incredible.
She couldn’t help but feel a mix of shame and exhilaration as she lay there, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, the feeling of the majority of Danny’s huge load still deep inside her, heavy and warm.
She knew she should get up, clean herself off, but she couldn’t bring herself to move, not yet, not while she was still basking in the glow of her infidelity.
Danny, much to Hannah’s relief, was already on his feet, trousers done up and pulling his tshirt back on as she rolled back over.
It’s not that she hadn’t enjoyed their encounter, she’s fucking loved it, but she was suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable and she didn’t want to deal with a prolonged, awkward goodbye.
Danny smiled at her as she looked up at him, a satisfied, almost boyish grin on his face as he took one last look at her practically naked, well used body.
“Washing machines all sorted, you’ve got my number if anything else needs….fixing,” he said, his voice low and husky, his meaning clear as Hannah smiled back at him.
With that he turned and disappeared through the back door, collecting his tool box on the way through and leaving Hannah alone in the garden, her body still tingling from the afterglow of their encounter.