And at least it suggested to me that she wanted to maintain our marriage.
“I’m really sorry about this,” I said, approaching her. I know I was fired up, but she really did look good in those gym clothes. Did she really wear this kind of outfit in the gym? She must have had every male eye in the place checking her out constantly. I liked that thought.
“Hey, I was just about to jump in the shower,” she said, looking suddenly concerned about me invading her personal space.
Shocked, perhaps, that I suddenly wanted to kiss her, to hold her, when she still had the traces of another man’s sweat, another man’s come on her body.
“Oh, it’s okay,” I said, flashing her a mischievous, lusty grin as though I couldn’t possibly resist her in this tight sports bra, the skin-tight white shorts, even if she was a little sweaty from her ‘work out’.
I took her in my arms, my hands sweeping up to cradle her head as I pulled her in for a long, slow, tender kiss on her mouth.
She tasted so sweet, but what hit me most to begin with was the scent of sex, the lingering fragrance of another man about her, the cologne, the sweat, and so on.
“Wait,” she said, breaking away from me, though her faltering smile suggested she liked my sudden desire, my sudden attention, regardless. “I’m all sweaty…”
“Mmm…” I said, kissing her again. “Sexy.”
I stepped behind her, running my hands all over her clammy skin, kissing her shoulders, her neck, breathing in that scandalous scent from her body, gazing at her trim figure in the full-length mirror by the door.
“I’m serious…” she said, “I need a shower.”
I laughed, “You’ll need a shower when I’m done with you.”
She couldn’t help but giggle at that line, and then I was kissing gently under her ear, and my hands were swarming all over her breasts, and that was enough to make her melt in my arms, her sounds of protest fading into soft moans.
“I thought… you had a… flight… to catch…” she said quietly as I slipped her bra upwards, freeing her small but pert breasts. Her nipples were so hard.
“Oh, I do. But there’s a little time until then.”
She tilted her head back and groaned as I fondled her bare breasts, as I flicked her stiff buds between my fingers, grazed them between fingers and thumbs. She’d always been sensitive there.
Any anger I’d felt toward her had evaporated by now, I was all about the lust. My lechery didn’t care about her deception, and it actively enjoyed her infidelity.
My hands slid down over her flat stomach, and hers slid down with them, heading them off, dipping into her yoga shorts before I could get there, as though to block access.
“I… I think I might be starting my period,” she said. Another good ruse, I thought. But a ruse, nevertheless: there was no way she’d have been spending all afternoon with a lover if she was starting her period.
“Never stopped us when we were dating,” I said, and it was true enough. Diana had always been most horny when she was on her period. And as a younger man than I was now, hopelessly besotted by his new blonde goddess of a girlfriend, my hard-on never let something like a menstrual cycle get in the way of our passion.
I stroked her pussy over the top of her yoga shorts, and felt just how wet she was, just how hot she was down there. The moment I touched her there, her hands moved away, she was giving in, closing her eyes and just moaning at the tender contact.
She peeled off her sports bra completely now, and it did have the advantage of tempting my hands to return to her unrestrained chest, though by now I felt any protest from her beginning to wane. She turned her head and kissed my mouth, sliding her tongue between my lips, as though by now she was finding it hard to stop herself.
True, I hadn’t shown her enough affection, hadn’t made love to her nearly as often as she needed, even though it wasn’t entirely my fault. And just simply getting through the dating process and into marriage, she had to enjoy our lovemaking when it did happen. But this was something else. Electric. And it wasn’t purely because I was so massively turned on by her adultery.
Diana was incredibly sensitive, incredibly receptive, incredibly responsive to my every touch. I have no doubt her afternoon with another man had in effect warmed her up for me, and that perhaps knowing that she had only just been with another man fired her up even more—the naughty thought that she had two men in one afternoon making love to her.
This was just sensational. Every touch, every caress, every hint of contact between us was making her sigh and moan as though close to orgasm. And I know when Diana’s faking—she tried that during pregnancy when she really wasn’t in the mood, and it soon made us lay off the sex during her pregnancy.
I dipped my hand into her soaking yoga shorts, and now, and there wasn’t an ounce of opposition. She was absolutely sopping down there. It only spurred me on further, the suggestion that she was so turned on by having her second man of the day.
The surprise was just how smooth she was down there. Not a hint of hair on her mound, or around her pussy.
“This is new,” I said.
She knew instantly to what I was referring. “Yeah… I felt like a change,” she said, and it might even have been true, though not quite the entire truth.
No matter. I liked that she’d shaved for the benefit of a new lover, though she’d never done it for me. There was something very wrong about it—and right now, everything wrong seemed so very right to me.
“I like change,” I said.
I slung a strong arm around her shoulders to grab one of her breasts, possessively it seemed to me, as my fingers dipped into her slick pussy. She cried out, her hands trying to reach behind her to grab my hardness, as though she needed something to hold on to while I made her feel so incredible.
The way she was stroking me, her fingers clutching at my shaft through my pants, almost seemed like some kind of offer, appealing to my own self-interest. A final last attempt to prize me away from her polluted body, a plea to allow her to work on me with her hands, and no doubt mouth, only. To minimize the risk of me discovering her wickedness.
I wasn’t giving in, and she was now powerless to stop me doing as I wanted.
I squeezed her breasts one more time then turned her around to face me for another long, passionate kiss. I don’t think I imagined it as I kissed her—she tasted differently, and I knew why. It surprised me, actually, that I didn’t freak out about knowing she’d had another man’s hard cock in her mouth, shortly before I was kissing her there.
What did I care? It was merely more evidence of her debauchery, of this sudden fascinating turn in the character of my hitherto fairly conservative, traditional monogamous soulmate.
I kissed my way down her neck, and, crouching, down over her breasts to her stomach. The scent of her lover intensified slightly. Had he come all over her tits? I was fairly sure he’d come in her mouth at some point. It didn’t bother me.
My mouth trailed down her stomach, tasting her salty, velvety skin, and the smell of sex strengthened considerably as I neared the waistband of her yoga shorts.
“Oh… honey…” she said, warning me, as though she was worried I’d forgotten that she’d told me she was starting her period.
But I looked up at her and said firmly, “It’s okay.” And peeled her yoga shorts down to her thighs, unveiling the glory of her newly shaven pussy. Wow. She did look different.
I nudged my face against her mound and just inhaled a deep chestful of that intoxicating scent.
Wow. There might have been something very wrong about me responding to my wife’s infidelity like that, but who was I to care what other people thought? They’d never know.
I kissed her bare sex, tasting the wetness on her sweet flesh.
Diana just put a gentle hand on my head and moaned as I sucked gently on her pussy lips. The pleasure overrode any attempt on her part to prevent access to me, to safeguard her secret. She was probably surprised I ha
dn’t figured something out about it all, but that if I wasn’t going to figure it out by now, I wasn’t going to figure it out at all.
She was dripping as I slid my fingers inside her. Had he come inside her sex, too? There didn’t seem to be any hint that they’d used condoms.
I removed her yoga shorts completely, and then my own shirt, and ushered her back to lie on the bed.
“Honey… your flight…” she said as I knelt down to continue licking her slit, breathing in that incredible aroma as I feasted on her.
“It’s okay,” I smiled, prizing apart her pussy lips to see just how flushed, just how puffy she was down there. And stretched, unless it was my imagination.
I quickly shed the rest of my clothes and just ravished her. I’d look up and if she wasn’t all eyes closed and groaning like she was in labor, she was gazing down at me in astonishment.
Well, we hadn’t done this much recently, if at all for years. In fact, oral sex had all been pretty much off the agenda since marriage. As though we didn’t need it any more, we both knew that orgasm would come from penetration, we could take a short cut straight there. Well, wasn’t that the problem with our love-making?
Turned out, oral sex was pretty amazing between us. Suddenly, this adultery of hers had rekindled the desire in me, the need to experience every part of her, to make her moan, thrash about, cry out for the sweet Lord God.
Soon I was as sweaty as she was, with her juices smeared all over my face. I was bathed in her infidelity, it seemed to me.
And then she was pulling me onto the bed, draping herself over me, wrapping her hands around my cock and cooing as though she’d never seen one before.
“You’re so hard, sweetie,” she said, aghast.
I said, “You look so good in your workout gear.”
She sank onto my shaft, her lips stretching around my hardness as it disappeared into her mouth.
“I guess I’m sorry we don’t do this very much anymore,” I told her.
She bobbed down on me, her golden ponytail wagging as she sucked on my pole. She moaned, apparently enjoying herself, enjoying having two cocks in her mouth in one day, no doubt.
I stroked her hair and said, “I guess I’m just happy you still… you know… find me attractive.”
She moaned, as though to say that of course she still found me attractive. But her mouth was full of my cock. She didn’t stop, but looked up at me, a dimple in her brow suggesting that she was concerned why I might think she could no longer find me attractive.
“I know we haven’t made much of an effort to be with each other recently,” I said. “I guess… I wish I could change that. I wish we could change that.”
“Of course we can,” she said, breathless, after withdrawing my erection from inside her mouth.
She took things slow, pumping me, licking my shaft, my tip, sucking my head into her mouth—exploring my cock as though it was unfamiliar. As though someone else’s was more familiar to her, now, and she needed to compare. Yet it seemed to me that as with my strengthened desire for her, the affair may well have strengthened her desire for me, too. She wasn’t putting it on, either.
Now she slithered on up toward me, kissed my mouth again, and it struck me how naughty she was, how this mouth of hers had sucked on two guys that day.
She turned and lay on her back, sprawled out along my body with her head resting on my shoulder so that my hands could roam all over her front freely again while her butt wiggled against my hard cock. I stroked her breasts with one hand, slid my other hand between her thighs.
She moaned as I pressed one finger against the flesh just by her clit, and trembled it in the way I’d always been able to make her come double-quick.
“Oh… Jesus…” she said between gritted teeth. “You gonna have time to catch that flight now?”
“Sure.”
I ran my hands up over her stomach, to reach for her breasts again, to keep the stimulus up across her body. Then one hand went back to her clit, hardly giving her a break.
“I’m… going… to… have to… pick up the kids… soon,” she said, breathless. Shaking over me.
I said, “do you still love me?”
“What? Of course I do. What… what do you mean?”
Okay, so I thought I’d be able to come back in the house, have my wicked way with her and enjoy her naughty, dirty, sexy body, and then leave for my flight and an evening away from home where I could actually think about what I wanted now that I knew the truth about her infidelity.
My plans had changed. I had to get it out there.
“I mean the absolute truth,” I told her, dead serious. “Do you love me, do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”
She swallowed, and gave another little moan as my finger continued buzzing against her sensitive clit.
“Marc… what are you saying?” she said. “You’re… scaring me…”
“Answer me… just… answer me.”
She turned around, onto her hands and knees beside me on the bed. “Yes I love you, of course I do. You know that. And I wouldn’t want anything other than to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She leaned down to kiss my mouth, the expression on her face suggesting I was being silly, paranoid, even. She lifted a leg and climbed onto me, straddling my hips. Kissed me again. My heart was drumming like a military parade. Did I really want to get the truth out there? How would she react to knowing I knew about her secret? That I enjoyed her infidelity?
“I came home earlier… my phone was totally dead, I couldn’t let you know I was coming…” I said. She was pressing her body down against me, her breasts crushed against my chest, her pussy locking my hardness in place under her, though without penetration. I went on, “I came home earlier and heard you in here… fucking some other guy…”
She gasped. Sat up on me, the color draining from her face. “Oh, honey…”
“I heard you fucking some other guy in our bed and it turned me on like crazy,” I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth without much control by this point.
“Honey, I’m so sorry…” she was in tears now, clearly upset. Scared.
But also, confused. Her husband lay under her, and his huge erection was not subsiding.
Had he just told her he was turned on like crazy by it?
I looked up at her and smiled, figuring how ridiculous all this was, how insane I must have sounded. But I couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous. I loved her more than anything in this world. And to know she was being unfaithful, to watch her being unfaithful, only made me want her more.
I said, “I stood there outside the bedroom door, holding some clean clothes I needed for Cleveland, and he had you down on the bed. Fucking you.”
“Honey… I swear…” she cried. Part of me felt she deserved a little fear, a little sadness. For the lying, at least.
“You cheated…” I said sternly. Then I added, "…and it only made me want you more.”
“More?”
She pressed herself down on my cock once again, feeling for herself that it wasn’t going anywhere. “I don’t understand…” she said.
I grabbed her, rolled her over on the bed, then propped myself up over her on an elbow. “I get why you did it, honey. We’ve had problems… stress up to here. You haven’t had a break, you haven’t had enough attention. I don’t mind that you found someone…”
“You don’t… mind?”
She looked like a deer caught in the headlamps. Sweet, vulnerable, frozen and unsure whether there was a way out of this.
“I just don’t like the lying,” I said. “The deception.”
“No…”
“Do you love him?”
“No… of course not. Honey, it was never anything important. Just… stupid…sex… You have to know that…”
Her voice was panicky. She was terrified. The way she was feeling, it was vindication and justice in one go. She felt terrible, and that was punishment in my eyes for what she’d don
e.
“Do you love me? You want to be married to me?”
“Yes… more than anything…” wailing now, blubbering. Tears flowing strongly.
“Don’t lie to me. Ever again. Don’t hide anything from me.”
“No.”
I kissed her mouth. She still seemed frozen. I kissed her neck, her chest, breathing in that strange, funky smell, the smell of another man. “Who is he?” I asked her. “What’s his name?”
“Tom,” she said. “He’s… he’s a stay-at-home Dad. I kept running into him when I was dropping off the kids at nursery…”
“And one day he followed you home?”
I sucked on her nipple briefly, then just stroked her breasts, her stomach with my face, inhaling that odd scent.
“It’s only been a couple of weeks,” she said. ‘Only’. I loved that. Two weeks of my wife cheating on me seemed like a massive long time to me. “I’ll stop seeing him. I promise. I’ll never…”
“No,” I stopped her, kissing my way down her abdomen to her mound. The center of that powerful sex smell that clung to her. “You don’t need to stop seeing him.”
“What—I don’t understand…”
Yeah, I must have sounded insane. I sounded insane to myself, though my incredible arousal kept me going.
“The only thing I don’t like is the lying,” I said. Then corrected myself, adding: “That and the possibility that you really would want him rather than me. That you’d leave me.”
“I’d never leave you,” she said. “I swear. I just wanted… I don’t know… he was nice… we spent some time together… it felt nice…”
“It’s okay…” I said. “I don’t mind you seeing him.”
I leaned over her, my face wedged between her thighs, breathing deeply, kissing her, tasting her. I said, “I can smell him on you. I don’t know why it turns me on so much… it just does.”
I felt her hands on my cock, her fingers curling around it, feeling it out, amazed at how big and hard it was, still, even with the drama going on between us.
She moaned as I ate her like that, and I felt the tip of my cock slip into her hot mouth. I just lapped at her a while, enjoying her flavor. It seemed to me she was trying to suck me as some way of apologizing, or to prove her love for me.
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