The CEO's Cheating Wife-5

TESSA

The guilt was eating me alive by the third day on the island. Every morning I woke up next to Victor, his arm draped casually over my waist like I was still his loyal trophy wife, and all I could think about was how Taylor had fucked me on the same terrace where we had dinner the night before. How I had knelt there with his cum dripping down my face while my husband was steps away. I felt disgusting. Cheap. Worthless. Yet the second Victor left for his morning calls, my body started aching for Taylor again.

I hated myself for it.

I tried to resist today. I really did. I put on a modest white bikini and told myself I would spend the day by the pool alone, reading, staying far away from temptation. But temptation found me anyway.

Taylor appeared on the private beach while Victor was in a three-hour conference call in the villa’s study. He wore only swim trunks, his muscular body glistening under the sun, that dangerous smirk already playing on his lips.

“Tessa,” he said, voice low as he walked up to my lounge chair. “You have been avoiding me all morning.”

I sat up, pulling my knees to my chest. “We have to stop, Taylor. This is getting out of control. Last night on the terrace… if Victor had walked out two seconds earlier, he would have seen me on my knees covered in your cum. I cannot keep risking everything like this. I am his wife.”

Taylor knelt in front of the chair, his hands sliding up my thighs. “Then why are you shaking right now? Why is your pussy already wet? I can see it through the bikini.”

I grabbed his wrists, trying to push him away, but my grip was weak. “Please. I feel so guilty. Every time he kisses me, I taste you. Every time he touches me, I compare him to you. This is destroying our marriage. Destroying me.”

Instead of pulling back, Taylor leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh. Soft at first, then he sucked hard, leaving a mark dangerously close to where my bikini covered me.

“You say you want to stop,” he murmured against my skin, “but your body begs me to keep going. Spread your legs, Mrs. Flaire.”

I hesitated for a long moment, tears stinging my eyes. The conflict tore at me. I knew this was wrong. I knew I was betraying the man who had given me everything. But the ache between my legs won.

Slowly, shamefully, I parted my thighs.

Taylor groaned in approval. He pulled the bikini bottoms to the side and dove in, licking my pussy with long, hungry strokes. The warm sun beat down on us while the waves crashed nearby. His tongue circled my clit before pushing inside me, fucking me with it.

“Fuck… Taylor…” I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair. “We are outside. Anyone could see us from the water.”

“That is what makes you so wet,” he said, sucking my clit hard. Two thick fingers joined his tongue, stretching me open. He pumped them fast, curling them against that spot that made my toes curl. The wet, filthy sounds of him devouring my married pussy mixed with the ocean waves.

I came quickly, biting my hand to stay quiet, my thighs trembling around his head. But Taylor did not stop. He kept licking and fingering me through the orgasm until I was oversensitive and whimpering.

He stood up, pushed his swim trunks down, and freed his massive cock. It was rock hard, veins bulging, the head shiny with precum.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered. “I want to fuck you like the cheating slut you are.”

I should have said no. I should have walked back to the villa and locked myself in the bedroom. Instead I got on all fours in the sand, ass up, back arched like a whore in heat.

Taylor knelt behind me and slammed into my pussy in one brutal thrust. I cried out loudly, the stretch intense and perfect. He gripped my hips and started pounding me hard, his heavy balls slapping against my clit with every deep stroke.

“God, yes,” he groaned. “This married cunt feels even better in the daylight. So fucking tight and wet for me.”

The guilt made everything more intense. I was letting my husband’s assistant fuck me raw on the private beach while Victor worked just up the hill. Tears ran down my cheeks even as pleasure built inside me again.

“Taylor… slower… I feel so ashamed,” I gasped between moans. “I am a terrible wife. I do not deserve him.”

“Yet here you are,” he growled, slapping my ass hard, “taking every inch of my cock while his cum privilege sits unused.” He reached around and rubbed my clit fast. “Cum for me again. Cum while you think about how much you are betraying him.”

I shattered hard, my pussy gushing around his thick shaft, soaking his balls. Taylor fucked me through it without mercy, his hips snapping faster.

He suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back in the sand, and pushed my legs wide open. He thrust back inside me, fucking me face to face so I had to look at him.

“Tell me you love my cock more than your husband’s,” he demanded, pounding deep.

I hesitated, shame burning my face. But the truth slipped out. “I do… I love how you fuck me. Victor has not made me cum like this in years.”

That seemed to drive him wild. He fucked me harder, the sand sticking to our sweaty bodies. My tits bounced wildly with every thrust. I came a third time, screaming his name into the ocean breeze.

Taylor buried himself deep and groaned loudly as he came. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, filling me until it overflowed. He kept grinding, pushing every drop inside me, breeding me right there on the beach.

We lay there panting for several minutes. I traced my fingers over his chest, torn between wanting to push him away and pull him closer.

Then my phone buzzed on the lounge chair.

It was Victor.

I answered with a shaky voice. “Hello?”

“Hey darling,” Victor said casually. “The call ran shorter than expected. I am heading down to the beach to join you. Be there in five minutes.”

Panic exploded in my chest. Taylor’s cum was literally leaking out of me onto the sand.

“Victor is coming,” I whispered frantically to Taylor. “Right now. Get up!”

Taylor smirked, not in a rush. He pushed two fingers into my overflowing pussy, scooping up some of his cum, and brought them to my lips.

“Clean them,” he ordered quietly.

I sucked his fingers clean, tasting his cum while my husband was walking toward us. The humiliation burned.

We barely got ourselves together in time. I adjusted my bikini just as Victor appeared on the path. Taylor was already lounging casually in a chair like nothing had happened.

Victor smiled at me. “You look beautiful. Did you enjoy the beach?”

I forced a smile, feeling Taylor’s fresh load slowly leaking into my bikini bottoms. “It was… intense.”

The rest of the afternoon was torture. Victor suggested a sunset boat ride. The three of us on the small yacht. Taylor captained it while Victor sat with me at the back.

As the sun dipped low, Victor got another call and stepped into the small cabin to take it.

Taylor immediately pulled me against him at the wheel.

“Not again,” I whispered, but my resistance was weaker now. “Please, Taylor. I cannot take more guilt today.”

He ignored me and slipped his hand into my bikini bottoms, finding my cum-filled pussy. Two fingers pushed inside me, stirring his own load.

“You are going to ride my cock while your husband is twenty feet away,” he said against my ear.

He sat down on the captain’s seat and pulled me onto his lap, facing away from him. He moved my bikini aside and lowered me onto his cock. I sank down slowly, biting my lip as he stretched me again.

The boat rocked gently on the water as I started riding him. Slow at first, then faster, my ass bouncing on his thighs. The wet sounds were hidden by the engine and waves.

Victor’s voice drifted from the cabin as he talked business.

I rode Taylor harder, guilt and lust twisting together until I came again, clenching around his cock. He gripped my hips and thrust up, filling me with another load right as Victor ended his call.

I quickly moved back to my seat, cum dripping down my legs, just as Victor returned.

The week was only halfway over.

And I was starting to wonder if I would even want to go back to my old life when it ended.