As I lay in Fred’s arms, caressing his moderately hairy chest and stroking his cock through his white boxers, I couldn’t help but crack a little smile on my face. In just under a week, I had managed to score with the lead singer of Limp Bizkit, despite my husband’s protests. I looked up at the camera videotaping us and winked at it, knowing the one person who would be watching this tape over and over was the man I was married to.
My husband Daniel had introduced me to Fred about a month ago, knowing that I had a little crush on him. Daniel and Fred worked out at the same gym, and when Fred spotted me, apparently he had made some male chauvinist remark about me, probably about me being a hot piece of ass. Daniel thought Fred would get a kick out of my crush on him, so he flat out told him. Expecting a laugh, Daniel’s stomach turned when Fred paused and raised his eyebrow. I think Daniel felt a little intimidated at that point, knowing he just opened up an unwanted can of worms.

Fred had a house not to far from us, and would pop in on us “while he was in the area” from time to time. We got to know each other a lot better, as he was invited to diner by Daniel, swam at our pool and even had a couple of beers with us as well. The more time passed, the more we all became friends, and I think my husband felt a lot more secure about Fred. I’m sure the thought of Fred nailing me both turned him on and threatened him, and I think he believed at that point that I wouldn’t stray. Little did he know how wrong he was.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wanted Fred. I was determined to do him, as he got cuter and sexier every time I saw him. His puppy-dog eyes, his heart shaped lips, his thick chest and his adorable paunch were all my favourite physical things about him. I watched his cock throb through his tear-aways one day when I was putting out ice cream and cake for desert, and some fell on my shirt. He took his thick fat index finger and wiped it off, then stuck that very finger in my mouth to lick it off. His eyes widened and his smiled stretched as I continued to suck that same finger long and hard, swirling my tongue around it. He stretched his thumb out and I licked the tip of it, slowly deepthroating it as well, when Daniel walked in. Fred and I backed off each other and tried to pretend nothing happened. However, we both knew we were in the presence of someone we both wanted gone.

My husband was a little uneasy over the fact that Fred was on vacation for the summer, which meant he had an open schedule. That coincided with my open schedule for the summer, as the school I worked at was on a summer schedule also. The thoughts that must have flooded Daniels mind—was I doing Fred? Was he fucking me? Where, in our bed? In the pool? Were Fred and I cuckolding him behind his back? Oh, I got so wet just entertaining the thought of cheating on him, and almost creamed in my jeans thinking about doing it with Fred!

The very week our summer began, I called Fred and told him to come over, which he did right away. I waited for him on the pool, wearing only a t-shirt and cut-off jeans, nothing else on at all. I sat in the lawn chair facing the backyard, legs spread open, my long blond hair blowing in the wind. Within minutes, there he was. He had his trademark red hat backwards, and his eyes were squinting, staring me down. He had that smile on his cute lips, and just the right amount of facial hair.

He was wearing a navy-blue hooded sweatshirt, also with cut-off jeans, showing off his beautiful calves. He walked over to me, almost in slow motion, and dropped himself down on the chair beside me. We didn’t even say anything, we just looked at each other and smiled, then broke out laughing.

“Ugh, Laryssa. You’re killin’ me babe, you know that?” “I’m sorry, Fred, but…you know I’m married. Its just hard.” “Oh, it’s hard, alright.” “No, I’m serious. We both know why I called you over. No more games, no more teases. I want you, Fred. I want you like I never wanted any man before.” I got up and stood in front of him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I grinded my fingers against his massive chest and kissed him softly on the lips, something I’ve waited a long time to do. He looked me in the eyes and smiled, then kissed me back, this time more passionately and more aggressively.

“Oh yeah, I’ve been waiting for a long time for that too.” “Fred, you are the most beautiful man I have ever met.” “I feel the same way, Laryssa.” “I find that very hard to believe, Mr. Rock Star. You must say that to all the girls.” “No, no, I mean, yeah, I won’t bullshit you, there’s been girls, you gotta expect that with my lifestyle and all that shit, but baby, ever since I met you, I haven’t been able to take my mind of anything else. It’s not love or anything…I don’t know. I just know that I’m going to make you forget your married. I promise that.” “Oh baby, you know just what to say. I can’t believe you just said that to me.” “Why now, though. What took you so long?” “I just got tired of waiting. I’ve been fantasizing about you, and felt so guilty about it, what with you friends with my husband and all…\” “We’re all friends,” “Yeah, but you two were friends first.” “Fuck ‘em then. I would risk my friendship with him just to stick my dick in you baby.” “Oh yeah, that’s what I want to hear. I thought about keeping this from my husband, but the more I think about it, the more I get off on fucking one of my husband’s buddies!” “And it just so happens that ‘buddy’ is one famous motherfucker, eh?” “It’s got nothing to do with it. I want to fuck you, I could care less of your celebrity status.” “Really? You must say that to all the celebrities you meet.” “Very funny, Fred. No, really. Tonight, I am yours.” “All mine?” “All yours.”

I leaned in and kissed him on the lips, sucking each one slowly and smiling each time we broke the kiss. Within seconds, my bra was off and my shorts followed, and I got up to undress him myself. When I took off his sweatshirt, he watched with amusement as I licked each peck, smelled his armpit and licked around his belly button. He was sweaty, and smelled like an athlete. Once I pulled down his cut-offs, I burred my face in his nuts, smelling and licking the sweat off his big sack. Man, it is true what they say about rock stars, I joked to myself. Fred Durst had the biggest, fattest cock that I had ever witnessed. He was about 13 inches, and very fat around. I mean thick as a baseball bat. His sack was hairless, and seemed to hang down so low. I had do bob my head just to see the underneath.

I wasted no time licking his sweaty sack, swirling my tongue right at the base of his balls, making him moan my name and play with my hair. I kissed my way to the tip of his dick, and licked all the way up to his chest, his neck and finally his face, where I gave him one final kiss before I went down on him. “Are you ready?” I mocked, which made him laugh and push my head down. With that, I opened my mouth and took at least half of his cock down. Wow, this guy just kept on getting better! I licked the tip of his fat mushroom head and sucked and licked the pre-cum that oozed out, which tasted like a cross between sour cream and a jujube. He was shaking his head, whispering my name, moving his head back and forth as his hands were became more aggressive with my head. He was now clutching my head, holding my ears, grabbing my hair, until his thrusts became faster and faster and harder and harder until suddenlyâ.

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