Side Chick
Side chick is the title I wear without shame. He texts me from the office bathroom, from the driveway before he goes inside to his wife, from the guest room when she is already asleep. I never ask him to leave her. I just open the door when he shows up smelling like guilt and expensive cologne, already hard. Last night he barely got his belt undone before I pushed him against the wall and dropped to my knees. I wanted him to feel how wet I already was for a cheating husband who could not stay away.
I took him deep, slow at first, then harder, looking up so he could watch. He kept whispering that he shouldn’t be here, that he had to get home soon. I just hummed around his cock and kept going until his knees buckled. When I finally stood and bent over the arm of the couch, he slammed into me like a man starving. The sex with him is always like that — urgent, a little rough, and completely selfish on both sides. I came first, clenching around him while he gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks. He followed a minute later, buried to the hilt, groaning into the back of my neck.
We didn’t talk about his wife. We never do. I simply cleaned him with my mouth afterward, slow and thorough, until he was soft and shaking. That is the real job of a side chick — not to replace anyone, just to give a cheating husband the filthy, uncomplicated release he cannot get at home. He left with his shirt still half-buttoned and the taste of me still on his tongue. I know he will be back within the week.
Some nights the timing is impossible and we settle for phone sex instead. I make him stay on the line while I describe exactly how I would ride him if he were here, how wet I get knowing he is locked in a bathroom or sitting in his car outside the house he shares with someone else. Phone sex with me is never soft. It is the same dirty, greedy energy — only now his wife is just a closed door away while he strokes himself to the sound of my voice.
If you are a cheating husband who needs a side chick who knows exactly how to keep you coming back, you already know where to find me. Come hungry. Leave marked.
— Aspen