Contains romantic confession, lots of drama/tension, hidden/stealth exhibitionism, hidden cuckolding, oral sex, bossy/heated hoofjobs, twerking, fear of getting caught, reverse zebradom, and established friends with benefits relationship...for now...

Humming to herself, Mrs. Cake swayed her fat blue cheeks from side to side as she stirred batter in a bowl by herself. With her husband and Sugar Belle making deliveries to separate sides of town, it was just her and Pinkie currently running the Sugarcube Corner. Feeling like she was a pegasus riding on clouds, the chubby blue mare felt on top of the world as she had let herself free with Raza at the club and Dusty at his job. Even though Raza was a one-night stand as far as she was concerned, she still had a beautiful time and was happy to have it as a fleeting memo-

“Mrs. Cake, Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie shouted, kicking the kitchen door open with her forehoof before trotting in, the door closing behind her as she smiled. “Sorry, it wasn’t an emergency or anything, but somepony is here to see you. I’ll take over the kitchen, but I’m surprised he knows you so well.”

“What do you mean?” Mrs. Cake frowned, tilting her head in confusion as she left the spoon in the batter, heading towards the kitchen door as she continued listening.

“Because he referred to you as Cup Cake instead of Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie remarked, walking off and taking her place at the table with the batter bowl. Mrs. Cake shrugged, not feeling any easier about the situation as she pushed the door open and felt her heart drop to the bottom of her chest. Lo and behold, standing there near the counter, was Raza the zebra. Unbeknownst to the horrified, jaw-dropped Mrs. Cake, Raza was pawing the ground with one hoof and breaking a sweat as he still couldn’t think of what to say considering the bold decision he was making even being there. Mrs. Cake felt alarmed, knowing that she mentioned being married at some point in their conversation. Surely with the knowledge he had of them fucking, he intended to blackmail her somehow! After all, in Mrs. Cake’s eyes, any decent stallion would’ve left it at a one-night stand instead of taking the effort to find her. As Mrs. Cake’s brain was further spiraling in a panic, Raza cleared his throat and willed himself to stop shaking as he spoke.

“H-Hey, um, hi?” Raza stammered, wincing as he shook his head. “Sorry, I-”

“What in Celestia’s damn name are you doing here?!” Mrs. Cake hissed in a loud whisper, feeling her heart thundering in her chest. “What will it take to keep you quiet? What are you wanting from me? Are you after bits? Some of my stuff?”

“What?” Raza flinched, his eyes wide with hurt as he shook his head. “Great plains of Zebrica, I’d never blackmail a mare in a million years. That’s the last thing on my mind. No, never, I’m sorry I made you think that. I know it’s weird to track a mare down to her place of work, stalkery even, but I’ve had so little luck with mares that I couldn’t let the chance slip away.”

“Chance?” Mrs. Cake gawked. “Last time I checked, I’m still married and had already ‘slipped away’ before I even met you, Raza. I’m committed and settled down to a stallion already.”

“If that is the case, that you intend on staying with him…why did you do what you did?” Raza frowned, his muzzle twitching as he looked at the floor. Mrs. Cake felt a pang in her heart, feeling like she owed the young stud at least some sort of explanation to assure him. Ignoring the twisting in her heart at rejecting the charming zebra, trying not to acknowledge any growing feelings she might feel for him in return, Mrs. Cake glanced at the dining room to make sure it was empty before taking a deep breath and answering.

“I love my husband, I still do,” Mrs. Cake told Raza, ignoring his stricken expression as she continued. “But his ability to sexually satisfy me has been less than acceptable. I haven’t even cum from him for at least years now, that sort of dry spell messes with a mare…”

“That is terrible,” Raza shook his head, his eyes widening as he took a step closer. “Cup Cake, you know with my youth and stamina, I’d always be able to provide in a way that’d excite you and leave you satisfied. I know this is sudden, but a sweet mare like you is so impossible to come by these days. I've fallen hard for you, want to make you happy as much as possible. I feel like a colt with his first love all over again, and that sort of feeling is timeless, Cup Cake. When you see someone and we click the way we do, it’s like peanut butter and jelly, apples and pears, the moon and the stars! Just the twinkle in your eyes tells me you’re the kind of mare that can give everything to her stallion, but by Zebrica’s name do you deserve that stallion to give that everything back to you…”

“Wait, are you saying…”

“Yes, Cup Cake, I’m in love with you,” Raza blushed a little, batting his eyelashes and widely smiling at Mrs. Cake and proving to the chubby blue mare ten times over that his feelings matched his profound confession. Completely amazed by his resolve, her heart fluttering at such a young stud so deeply wanting her, Mrs. Cake pushed down the feeling as she shook her head.

“No, Raza, somepony like you deserves a young and single mare,” Mrs. Cake frowned. “One that isn’t tied down with foals. I can never fully give you what you’re looking for, with my lack of youth and a family I have already. On top of that, I already have someone else I see for my sexual needs. Regularly in fact. Or…dear Celestia…the fact that I’m fat. You can’t possibly want a mare like that, can you?”

“Zebrica,” Raza’s face scrunched up, his ears flattening as he gritted his teeth while staring at the ground. Before Mrs. Cake can assume that he was mad at her, Raza scoffed as he glanced at the kitchen door. “Your husband really is a winner, huh? Does he call you that all the time, make you feel like he’d be better off with a young mare?”

“What?” Mrs. Cake’s eyes widened, realizing that she gave the zebra stud the wrong impression. “No, no-I’m just trying to keep you from making a huge mistake!”

“Thank you, Cup Cake, but while I’m young, I’m not stupid,” Raza looked back into her eyes, his expression firm and unwavering. “The youth of an adult mare is fleeting, but the kindness of a mare can live on through any age. And I wouldn’t pursue you if I wasn’t attracted to the body you have now, Cup Cake. As for your foals, any pony you love and care for…I will do the same. Well, except for your husband obviously. He doesn’t deserve what he has, a booming bakery business...a loving family with a beautiful wife. Zebrican stallions back at home would scoff at a stallion who made little to no effort to satisfy his spouse, and I can’t believe you pony mares tolerate it, no less!”

“Well sometimes a marriage matters more than just sex,” Mrs. Cake protested, glancing at the door as her eyes widened and her blood ran cold. A customer was only a few steps from walking inside, and she frantically looked at Raza before looking at the door again.

They’re going to know! They’re going to see this young attractive zebra blushing and making goo-goo eyes at me, and know that I’m having an affair!

With her super earth pony strength fueled by her state of panic, Mrs. Cake grabbed the much lighter young zebra with her forehooves and flung him onto the other side of the counter. Hearing him give a small “oof” from the impact and scolding herself for such an absurd way of hiding him, reminding herself to apologize to him later, Mrs. Cake ran around the counter and impulsively figured out a proper way to conceal him entirely from the customer. She slammed her big fat blue butt over him and draped her big crimson tail over the rest of his body so that he was entirely hidden by the time the customer walked in. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down her fear of getting caught, Mrs. Cake gave a wide smile as she saw Mayor Mare walk in of all ponies. The idea of the mayor of the entire town potentially catching her for cheating on her husband caused her fear to skyrocket, and also a small lingering sense that perhaps the chubby mare was getting her comeuppance for being too greedy. Wanting too much. The silver-maned mare blinked calmly, seeming to be none the wiser as she glanced down at the glass display of desserts. Fortunately, the other side of the display wasn’t made of glass, but rather a regular sliding door. Therefore Mayor Mare was unable to see Raza underneath the counter, and Mrs. Cake wasn’t caught at that very moment.

Meanwhile, Raza felt his loins beginning to stir as he was turned on by Mrs. Cake’s interesting means of “hiding him” from the customer. With her pussy lips practically smashed against his muzzle, the zebra stud thought back to the blowjob she gave him on that fateful night they had met. After all, why make the effort of hiding him underneath the counter and sitting on him in such a forward manner, when Mayor Mare would’ve just walked in and assumed they were having a perfectly normal chat? Surely the chubby mare wanted him to return the favor? Opening his mouth and diving his tongue into the chubby mare’s vaginal depths, Raza savored the sweet yet subtle taste her pussy had to offer.

In the middle of greeting Mayor Mare and about to ask how she was doing, Mrs. Cake stopped mid-sentence as she realized what the zebra stud started doing underneath. Realistically, despite the annoyance of the situation, she realized how he might’ve gotten the wrong impression to start eating her out. Considering lifting herself up a little and prodding his muzzle with one hoof to stop him, Mrs. Cake started to enjoy the sensations of his inexperienced yet passionate services to her pussy. With a burning shame paired with her growing excitement, Mrs. Cake realized with a shock of pleasure throughout her body that she had never gotten eaten out before. She brushed it off as something that only the rare stallion did once in a blue moon, and didn’t think much of Mr. Cake never suggesting such an act. Now, with the sensation of Raza eating her out so intensely, Mrs. Cake genuinely questioned for the first time if it was worth it to keep the ruse up with her husband. The feeling of being eaten out, something that mares gushed about, made complete sense as the chubby blue mare restrained herself from not giving in fully and clapping her ass cheeks against the zebra’s face-

“Mrs. Cake, are you doing okay?” Mayor Mare frowned as she looked into the open-mouthed baker’s eyes. “Oh goodness, are you having cramps perhaps? Pain in a muscle? I definitely had some back pain the other day and saw a good masseur for it-”

“Yes d-dearie,” Mrs. Cake couldn’t stop blushing, not with the intense tongue-fucking she was getting behind the counter. “It’s a pain in my lower back, and I probably should go see my usual masseur for that…anyways, what c-can I get for you today hun?”

“Well, I’m getting two cupcakes for me and my secretary,” Mayor Mare explained, pressing a forehoof to her lips as she surveyed the options for a longer time than Mrs. Cake would’ve liked. Hidden sexual acts being fun and all, Mrs. Cake was still aware of just how not fun it would be if Mayor Mare heard anything down there. Looking back up at Mrs. Cake, Mayor Mare smiled. “Make it a Birthday Cake and a Vanilla Bean, please. To go.”

With a jolt of horror, Mrs. Cake realized that there was no way of getting up and retrieving the order from the kitchen without revealing everything. As she took her sweet precious time applying the amount owed to the register and counting the bits on the counter, all the while with a young zebra stud eating her out like it was his last meal, the worst coincidence happened. Walking in, back from his delivery, was Mr. Cake himself smiling directly at his wife. He was looking her in the eyes, and in that exact moment he was, Mrs. Cake was cheating on him and defiling their marriage. Not that he had any idea of course, not even as he trotted closer to the two.

“H-Hey honey!” Mrs. Cake’s voice was shaky, although she realized that Mr. Cake’s presence could actually be useful to her at that very moment. “I’ve got some pain in my lower back, do you think you can get the order for, hnnng, her?”

Mrs. Cake had to bite down on her lip, feeling a sudden wave of pleasure that neared her towards her orgasm as Raza started devouring her pussy with urgency. She even felt his forehoof playing at her clit as his tongue viciously hit her g-spot over and over again, the young zebra stud not relenting in the slightest. Mrs. Cake brightly blushed, physically unable to hide how pleasured she felt in that moment. Yet despite that, Mr. Cake and Mayor Mare were completely oblivious and puzzled as they would never think to assume there was somepony else behind the counter. While planning to scold Raza later for intentionally eating her out harder in the presence of her husband, Mrs. Cake was starting to be less upset about Raza’s sudden visit…

“Are you okay, dear?” Mr. Cake frowned.

“It’s just an uncomfy angle,” Mrs. Cake forced out the words with a much wider grin than intended, moving her cheeks side to side with gritted teeth to emphasize her point. Raza, further aroused by the fact that Mrs. Cake was brazenly twerking her fat pony dumptruck on his face, took the challenge. Taking a deep breath before making the plunge, Raza pushed his muzzle inside her pussy and began feeling her wet love canal flood his mouth and nostrils with arousal. Instead of letting it show further in her face, Mrs. Cake slightly lifted her ass with Raza’s muzzle still inside her pussy before slamming it back down on him. Seeing stars from the asstronomical impact his fact was dealt, Raza would’ve started rubbing himself off had he not already had a hoof working her clit and because he didn’t want to give them away. Mr. Cake couldn’t see the ass slam that his wife just did on a zebra underneath her, and gave a simple nod.

“Well alright then, I can take care of that for you,” Mr. Cake smiled, going to the kitchen and coming back not two minutes later with a finished bag in his forehoof as he trotted up to Mayor Mare. “So Mayor, how’s life been going?”

“Oh, it’s been going quite splendid…” Mayor Mare went into the little details of how her life had been for the past several weeks as the two walked towards the front door a considerable distance away. Right at the door but still talking inside the lobby, they were still far away enough as far as Mrs. Cake was concerned in the lust-filled moment.

With them no longer having their eyes on her, Mrs. Cake set out to allow herself to further lose herself in the moment as much as she reasonably could. Throwing her ass back, telling herself that she could easily explain that she’s adjusting from the back pain if they saw her making such weird movements, Mrs. Cake savored the sensation of having a whole stallion’s muzzle inside her pussy. His tongue still kept firing away, not relaxing in the slightest. If Mrs. Cake hadn’t stopped thinking entirely to rock her hips into the zebra’s face, she would’ve wondered how Raza was able to go as long as he did without air. Raza, on the verge of passing out but hard as a rock, gave it his all as he worked to make Mrs. Cake cum before he needed air. Rapidly moving his forehoof around her clit, his lust skyrocketing from the sensation of the chubby mare’s dumpstruck clapping against his muzzle, he had reached his reward. Mrs. Cake gave one final slam onto his face, her ears flickering as she blushed heavily and gave a small exhale to keep herself from howling like her previous experiences. Panting as much as she could without drawing too much attention towards herself, Mrs. Cake finally remembered Raza’s muzzle being in there for so long as she lifted her pussy up the tiniest bit to give the young zebra stud room to breathe. Hearing Raza gasping for air as she also felt himself rubbing her juices off his face, Mrs. Cake’s mind shifted as she watched Mr. Cake and Mayor Mare walk into the dining room well out of view of the lobby.

Her blood boiling despite her post-orgasm haze, Mrs. Cake set out to fix the problem she had created. Namely, the lovesick one underneath her. There was only a matter of moments to act as quickly as possible lest Pinkie open the kitchen door or worse yet, Mr. Cake somehow walked back and saw them. Lust be damned, Mrs. Cake wasn’t about to let the young stud ruin everything she had, even if his heart was in the right place. In a sudden feat of her strength yet again, Mrs. Cake moved to the other side of the counter and grabbed Raza with her forehooves as she threw the light stud onto her back and jumped over the counter. Galloping out the front door and down the side of the establishment that lacked any windows, Mrs. Cake was seething red, blood boiling, and had her heart thundering in her chest by the time she had made it to the nearest back alley. With it being the later afternoon, almost no ponies passed by the alleyway at that time. With the dumpster a safe distance away blocking the view of ponies passing by, Mrs. Cake dropped Raza on the ground like a sack of potatoes as she glared down at his wide-eyed expression.

“Are you crazy?!” Mrs. Cake shouted, gritting her teeth as she shook her head. “You could’ve easily gotten me caught by showing up at my bakery! And eating me out further when my husband walked in?! Were you hoping he would see?”

“No, dear Zebrica, it wasn’t…” Raza’s face quivered and his ears flattened before he winced at something between his legs. “Oh goodness…”

Mrs. Cake glanced down, her anger morphing into shock as she saw Raza’s thick length throbbing and bobbing around with pre-cum despite the scolding she was giving him. Looking up at him, Mrs Cake vaguely recalled Phoenix mentioning something she had done to various stallions in the bedroom. The griffoness’ stories after Mrs. Cake blew several stallions were shocking, and the chubby blue mare didn’t even think that mares could take on the roles Phoenix had described. The older mare was a lot more sheltered in the sexual world than she thought, and feeling guilt from getting livid with Raza, Mrs. Cake concocted an idea that would make both of them feel better…

“I would’ve stopped if you wanted me to,” Raza promised. “I guess I just assumed, with you sitting on my face…I’m really s-”

Gasping and cutting himself off mid-sentence, Raza looked down as he felt Mrs. Cake press her forehoof against his throbbing length. Firm enough to press his own erection against his stomach, but not enough to hurt as Raza saw the normally sweet mare in a different light. Her pretty pink eyes that normally complimented her smile were staring down at him as if he was beneath her literally and figuratively. And who could blame her? She had everything going for her and Raza was just a young stallion still figuring out his life. Unable to look away as he felt her hoof moving up and down on his length, Mrs. Cake’s ears flickered as she began to stroke a little faster.

“Really now, you should be ashamed of yourself,” Mrs. Cake continued as she kept rubbing her hoof up and down Raza’s dick. “So unbecoming as you used my full name instead of referring to me as Mrs. Cake, shouldn’t you have some basic respect? And finding me in the first place? In the bakery you know me and my husband work at?”

“You’re right, it was incredibly foolish,” Raza whined, trying and failing not to buck his hips into the older mare’s touch. “I’m sorry, haah, I should’ve been more considerate of y-you…”

“And to lick me without asking?” Mrs. Cake briefly broke out of her roleplay at the flicker in the zebra stud’s face. “And no, before you ask, I was consenting. The idea that a young stallion like you could take advantage of me is laughable, I mean, look at you right now!”

“Ah!” Raza’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he gave a sharp buck of his hips up at Mrs. Cake’s forehoof, drooling from his still cum-stained muzzle as he felt his world spinning. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes-”

“Yes what?” Mrs. Cake tilted her head at the lust-drunk zebra stud. “Are you a dirty boy? A naughty young stallion that wasn’t thinking with his brain?”

“Yes, I’m a dirty boy,” Raza moaned, his pleasure soaring to new heights. Despite the act being a simple hoofjob in comparison to the full-on sex they had in the nightclub, it was almost just as good. Perhaps the young zebra was never meant to be a dom? Raza wasn’t sure what to think, if at all, as he started to continuously buck his hips shamelessly. The cold floor of the back alley, the likely failed attempt of getting her to leave her husband, didn’t matter at the moment. Raza might not have had his heart filled with his achieved goal yet, but the sexual awakening he was unexpectedly exposed to left him with no complaints. Pure bliss at having somepony else taking control for a change, Raza feeling warm affection coupled with his lust skyrocketing from the new experience, he whined as he came. “Yes, oh Zebrica, forgive me!”

Spurts of cum landing all over his stomach and chest, Raza felt liberated from all of his worries in that moment. The sadness of encountering the most beautiful mare that was married and unfulfilled, the adrenaline rush at trying to prove himself to be better than her husband, and the loneliness that came from his lack of luck…was all faded away in the moment of the most powerful orgasm he ever had from the touch of a mare.

As the last spurt of cum landed on his body, Raza felt dirty from having cum all over himself in a back alley. No other mare would’ve turned him on enough to make him not only go along with such an act, but actually enjoy it until reality set in. Seeing Mrs. Cake’s stern and fiery hot expression with her scrunched up muzzle and narrowed eyes melted away into a frown as she stared at Raza intently, so the zebra stallion waited for her to speak. Mrs. Cake was looking at the young, innocent zebra that was in the early years of his adulthood, still figuring everything out. He certainly had the tact of a young stallion for sure, and Mrs. Cake was aware that despite how he handled everything, he still had a good heart. Dropping her slightly cum-stained hoof back to the cement, Mrs. Cake took a deep breath as she made up her mind.

“As I’ve told you, I have no intentions of leaving my husband and what we’ve built together,” Mrs. Cake explained, ignoring Raza’s ears flattening as she continued. “But as I mentioned before, I already have someone that meets my sexual needs. He’s a special friend of mine, but nothing more. And I’m okay with you being a special friend just like him.”

Raza felt a flash of hot jealousy rushing through his body as he heard the second mention of his mysterious friend with benefits, having barely processed the fact when Mrs. Cake mentioned him the first time back in the bakery. Now, being offered to still be physically intimate with Mrs. Cake, this carnal adversary was at the forefront of his mind. Was this mysterious lover also wanting Mrs. Cake to leave her husband? Did he have a stronger build than the pathetic scrawny stallion Mrs. Cake was married too? Raza doubted he would be able to get proper answers right then and there, and just waited for Mrs. Cake to continue.

“But please,” Mrs. Cake’s face morphed into the tell-tale one of an older mare trapped as her lips quivered and her eyes looked down at the ground. “Once you find a special somepony for real, one that you can have a full relationship with…please don’t come back for me. I need you to promise me that in order for this to work.”

“I promise,” Raza blurted the words out without skipping a beat, glancing at a stray piece of paper near them on the ground. Taking the paper and finding a pen within reach, Raza wrote his contact information on one half of the paper before ripping the bottom half and giving it to Mrs. Cake with the pen. “Just need your contact information, and I’ll let you salvage your day.”

Mrs. Cake took the ripped piece of paper and began writing with a forehoof, willing herself not to tell Raza that he didn’t quite ruin her day. Sure it was a mixture of highs and lows, but the events left the chubby blue mare with more to think about than anything else. Finishing writing everything on the paper and exchanging contact information with the zebra stud, Mrs. Cake tossed the dirty pen back onto the alley floor as Raza got up and gave a long look at the mare before smiling and galloping away.

As he bolted farther away from Sugarcube Corner, he earned glances from the citizens of Ponyville as he galloped back to where he lived. The promise wasn’t necessarily a lie, given that in some crazy hypothetical where Raza ended up meeting a mare he wanted more, he would without a doubt commit to her and leave Mrs. Cake be. But the truth was, Raza had no intentions of entertaining what he considered a fool’s dream. He had everything he could ever desire in Mrs. Cake’s beautiful pink eyes, deeply sweet smile, and ridiculously fat cupcake-marked cheeks. No mare his age would compare to that, and Raza was okay with being friends with benefits in the meantime…

Sure enough, he would win her over.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Cake stared at the paper in her forehoof with Raza’s contact information before folding it and stashing it in her outfit and walking back to Sugarcube Corner. It would’ve been one thing to just have casual hookups here and there, and leave it at that, but two regular lovers that knew about her husband and bakery? Her head was spinning, and as much as her loins clenched with anticipation, her mind was wracked with whether she was getting in over her head with this new dynamic.