The mouth of an adulterous woman is a deep pit; he who is under the LORD’s wrath will fall into it.
— Proverbs 22:14
She showed up at my door two days later.
I wasn’t expecting her. She stood there in a modest but tight dress, arms crossed, looking at me with an expression that was somewhere between amused and dangerous. The stepmom. The one everyone in church quietly lusted after but never admitted to.
She didn’t wait for me to invite her in.
“I know what you did to my daughter,” she said as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.
I stayed quiet.
She walked past me into the living room like she’d been there before. Then she turned around and looked me dead in the eyes.
“She told me everything,” she continued. “How you gripped her hair. How you plowed her throat like she was nothing. How she cried and drooled and still kept looking at you the whole time.” She tilted her head slightly. “She also told me she learned it from me.”
A slow smile spread across her face.
“I’m not mad,” she said. “I’m impressed. Most men wouldn’t have the nerve to treat a church girl like that. But you did.”
She took a step closer.
“And now,” she said, her voice dropping lower, “you’re going to do it to me.”
The Real Adulteress
She didn’t ask.
She reached up, pulled the straps of her dress down off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She stood there completely naked in my living room, older, fuller, and far more confident than her stepdaughter.
“You fucked her throat,” she said, stepping toward me. “Now fuck mine.”
She dropped to her knees right there on the living room floor without any hesitation. She looked up at me with calm, steady eyes—nothing like the nervous, eager energy her stepdaughter had. This was different. This was a woman who already knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it.
She reached up, took my cock in her hand, and stroked it slowly while maintaining eye contact.
“My daughter’s still learning,” she said softly. “But I’ve had years of practice being a filthy little secret.”
Then she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out flat, and took me straight into her throat in one smooth motion.
Different Kind of Pit
She was better than her stepdaughter.
Much better.
Where the daughter had gagged and struggled, the stepmom took me with practiced ease. She didn’t fight it. She welcomed it. She let me push all the way down until her nose pressed against my stomach, then held herself there like she was proving a point. When she finally pulled back, thick strands of spit connected her lips to my cock.
She looked up at me and smirked.
“See?” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “This is what a real adulterous mouth feels like.”
I gripped her hair the same way I had gripped her stepdaughter’s—two fistfuls, using her head like a handle. But this time, I didn’t have to be careful. She didn’t need me to ease her in. She wanted it rough.
I started plowing her throat the same way I had plowed her stepdaughter’s—deep, steady, relentless strokes. She took every single one without pulling away. Her eyes watered, but she never broke eye contact. Spit poured from her mouth in heavy ropes, running down her chin and dripping onto her tits as I used her.
Every time I bottomed out, she would let out this low, satisfied hum around my cock like she was exactly where she wanted to be.
When I finally came, I held her head in place and unloaded straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop without being told. When I finally let her off my cock, she stayed on her knees, breathing hard, spit and tears running down her face.
She looked up at me with a wicked little smile.
“My daughter might’ve been the one who came to you first,” she said, licking her lips. “But I’m the one who’s going to keep you.”
She stood up slowly, completely unbothered by the mess on her face and chest.
“Next time,” she said as she started putting her dress back on, “we’re not doing this one at a time.”
She looked at me over her shoulder as she walked toward the door.
“Bring us both. I want to see which one of us is really the deeper pit.”
Then she left.
To be continued in Part 3…