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Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 01

By: s_katie



It was the biggest day of my life, the moment that every girl dreams of. Yet, I was not as excited as I should have been. It was my wedding day. I was a young bride, only 21 years old. My groom to be was my high school sweetheart, Dennis. He was the only man I had ever dated.

To be honest, many people had no idea why I was with him. Dennis wasn't a very tall man, coming in at 5' 8". He was a scrawny guy, brown messy hair, brown eyes, and looked boyish. Nothing was too striking about him. I was anything but plain. At 5' 7", I was a busty girl, my breasts measuring a 36C. I was incredibly skinny, with not an ounce of fat on my body. I worked as a model in my spare time. My long blonde hair fell about mid back, my crystal blue eyes sparkled in any light, and my smile was flawless.

If the truth were told, I was with Dennis for two reasons. First, he was an amazing lover. He always paid attention to my needs, making sure I climaxed before he did. Second, I was scared of being with anyone else. I had been with Dennis so long; I couldn't imagine life without him. It explained my lack of excitement.

Another reason could be my sexual frustration. Prior to our engagement, Dennis and I had a consistent sex life. We would go at it pretty regularly. I was never left wanting. However, when I accepted Dennis's proposal, everything shut down. Dennis wanted us to wait to have sex again so our honeymoon would be that much more enjoyable. 

It had been a year and a half since he had touched me. I was thankful when my bridesmaids bought me a dildo for my bachelorette gift. They thought it would be a fun gag gift, but I was getting plenty of use out of it. Although it helped relieve some of the tension, it wasn't enough for me. I was starving. 

It would be a few more hours until my bridesmaids would arrive to help me get ready. I had some time to kill and I was really aching for release. I went to my travel bag and pulled out my pink dildo. It was huge in comparison to Dennis. It was eight inches long and easily as wide as my wrist.

I removed my robe and situated myself onto my hotel bed. I thought about the times that Dennis and I had sex. I remembered how he drove his cock into me over and over again. I began playing with my clit over my silk panties, as the memories passed through my mind. I loved the feeling of the material rubbing against my nub. I was starting to get wet when I was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

Who the hell could this be? All my bridesmaids were getting their hair and nails done and the makeup artist wasn't due for a few more hours. I donned my robe and opened the door to see Dennis's best man, Alex. I was puzzled as to why he was there.

"Hey Liz," he greeted me with a smile. "Are you excited for your big day?"

"Uh, yea. What are you doing here, Alex?"

"Dennis sent me to check up on you. He said it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. Is there anything you need or anything I could help you with?"

I looked him up and down. My spiked sex drive had caused me to notice how unbelievably attractive he was for the first time. He was 6' 2" with short brown hair that was spiked in the front. His eyes were an emerald green and he had a gorgeous smile. In college, he played basketball and I could see that he had not let himself go since graduation. His muscles were well defined under his gray tee shirt, yet he wasn't overly muscular. He was perfect. 

"Uh, Earth to Liz? You okay?" he spoke, bringing me back to reality.

"Oh, sorry. I just sort of zoned out. Um, I do need help, but I'm not sure if you can help me," I replied.

"Don't be silly, Liz. What do you need?" he asked, pushing past me into the room.

"Well, the dress fitter wants to know if I need a last minute alteration. She can come in an hour, but she doesn't want to come out if I don't need it. As you can see, none of my bridesmaids are here to help me get into the dress, so I can't let the dress maker know. If I wait for my bridesmaids and it needs to be altered, then I'm out of luck. So, I need help getting into my dress."

"That doesn't sound hard," he chuckled.

"Um, the problem is...well...I can't wear a bra in this dress. So, my breasts will be exposed while I get it on."

"Oh," Alex said, beginning to sweat. He thought for a moment. "It'll be fine. We're both mature adults. I can help you get into your dress, and we just won't tell Dennis about it. I'm sure he wouldn't be okay with me seeing any part of you naked, but I can't let your big day be ruined by an ill-fitting dress."

I was shocked by his response. I had been willing to write the whole dress issue off as a hiccup in my wedding, but Alex was my knight in shining armor at this moment. He was sweet and I was thankful Dennis was friends with him.

"Really? Thank you so much, Alex. You are a life-saver," I said, throwing my arms around him. I could feel how strong his muscles were as they were pressed to my body. I began to envision those muscles holding me down as Alex pounded away at my pussy. The idea made me wet. 

What was wrong with me? I shook the thought from my head. I was getting married in eight hours and I was daydreaming about sex with my husband's best man. The man who he had been friends with for years. The man who he trusted more than his own brother. I had to clear my head. Only a few more hours, I told myself. Then Dennis and I would have our sex life back and everything would be fine.

I pulled out of the hug and caught a glimpse of a growing bulge in Alex's pants. I looked away, hoping he didn't notice. I turned my attention to the dress and unzipped the bag. 

"So, the dress just zips up in the back, but it's kind of heavy, so I will need your help sliding it on."

"Okay, I'll try not to look and I apologize in advance for any accidental grazing," he laughed, trying to make the situation more light-hearted. I returned a light chuckle to help put him at ease. 

I removed my robe, dropping it to the ground. I stood completely naked, except for my satin thong panties. As I worked to remove the dress from the hanger, I could see Alex's reflection in the small mirror upon the desk. He really was trying not to look, but I could see him taking an occasional glance at my ass. I smiled, wanting to oust him, but thought against it. He was already uncomfortable enough and he was helping me out. I let it slide. 

I successfully pulled the dress down and unzipped the back, stepping into the circle the fabric created on the floor. Alex stood behind me, helping to raise the dress up my body. His hands grazed my sides, sending shocks though out my body. My nerves were still on edge from my interrupted personal time and the more he touched me, the worse it became. When the dress reached my breasts, Alex's hands moved to the front. His hands rubbed against my nipples as he pulled the fabric over them. My nipples became instantly erect at his touch. I was aching all over for more and it was only getting worse.

I knew it was becoming difficult for Alex as well. His breathing grew more intense and labored in my ear as he pulled the dress higher. He slowed down his movement when he reached my breasts, almost as if he was savoring the experience. This was confirmed when his movement hastened after the dress was all the way up. 

I pulled the straps up on my dress, while Alex held it up in the back.

"Okay, can you zip me up?"

"Uh, yea," he responded as though he were being pulled back to reality. I held the front of my dress tightly while his hands moved to the zipper. It rested just at the curve of my ass. Alex's hands were shaking as he tried to pull the zipper up. As he slowly slid it up, I could feel his fingers run up my back. I let out a light moan at his touch. My body wanted more, but my mind screamed no.

"There you go," Alex said hoarsely. 

I moved across the room to the mirror to admire the dress. It was a full-length dress. The thick straps hung off my shoulders. The dress hugged tightly to my body from my torso to my hips. From there, the skirt flowed down to the ground and connected to a four-foot train. The entire dress was covered in exquisite beadwork. I looked like a princess. 

"You look perfect," Alex finally spoke.

"Thank you." I turned to him and gave him another hug. "And thank you for helping me get into this dress. You're so awesome."

We both stood there for a moment, embracing each other. There was something about being in his arms that was comforting. I didn't want to leave. Alex finally broke us apart.

"So, do you need help getting out of that?" he asked, motioning to my dress.

"Oh, yea," I chuckled. 

We moved back to the dress bag across the room. Alex took no time unzipping the dress and helping me remove it. I could only assume he was eager to see my near naked form one last time. I replaced my robe on my body as Alex hung up my heavy dress. 

"Thanks again, Alex. And I won't tell Dennis. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble since you helped me out."

"Thanks, Liz. Is there anything else you need before I go?"

"Uh, no. I think I'm good." As much as I wanted him to stay, it was for all the wrong reasons. The sooner he left, the sooner I could masturbate to the thoughts of what I wanted to do to him.

"Okay, well then I'll see you at the wedding."

"Thanks again," I said. I leaned in and gave him a light kiss. He hadn't been expecting it. When I pulled away, we both looked into each other's eyes, seeing who would make the next move. We held each other's gaze for a minute before I finally broke the tension.

"Thank you."

"No problem," he responded, moving towards the door. "If you need anything else, just text me." He opened the door and left.

I wasted no time disrobing and jumping onto the bed. I removed my thong panties, which were already soaking wet. I didn't need much stimulation to glide the dildo into me. Alex had already urged my body. 

As I guided the dildo into place, I moaned loudly. I moved the phallic object inside of my pussy slowly, gaining speed with each push.

I closed my eyes trying to focus on Dennis, but I quickly found myself thinking about Alex. His strong arms embracing me. His muscular body pressed up against mine. His full lips locked with mine. I imagined Alex holding me to the bed with one hand while he attacked my nipples with the other. I pinched my nipple in response to this thought. I imagined his thick cock ramming into me repeatedly. I threw my head back and cried out.

"Oh, God, Alex. I want you so fucking badly."

I increased the speed of the dildo as my orgasm climbed. I was so close to climax. I needed more. I slid my hand down to my clit and rubbed the nub with my index finger. I made small circles as the pressure built between my legs. 

A few more powerful thrusts later, an orgasm exploded through me. I threw my head back, screaming Alex's name. Warmth spread through me as I felt my juices flow out around the dildo and between my legs. 

I laid there motionless for several minutes. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. When I finally came to, I pulled the dildo from my drenched pussy. I felt empty with its absence. 

I opened my eyes and began to move. It was then that I realized I hadn't been alone.

Alex was standing at the counter in the kitchen, his eyes fixated on me. I immediately moved to cover myself with the comforter.

"Oh my God, Alex. How did you get back in here."

He showed me the key card for my door. I had given it to Dennis in hopes that he would come by and give me an early wedding present. Instead, his best man used it to spy on me while I masturbated. I was in shock, embarrassed, yet slightly aroused.

"I heard you call my name and figured you needed help," he said moving from around the counter. "Clearly, you were able to help yourself."

"Please don't tell Dennis," I begged.

"Are you kidding, I would be in worse trouble than you would ever be," he responded sitting on the bed. I was relieved.

"Although if you don't mind me asking, why were you thinking of me?"

This was what I had been afraid of. The easiest thing to do would be lie. I tried to wrack my brain for an excuse, but the truth poured out before I could stop it.

"It's been 18 months since Dennis and I have done anything intimate. I've run out of inspiration in that time. You're really attractive and I just couldn't resist. I'm so sor-." 

My explanation was cut off by Alex's lips crushing into mine. I was stunned, yet could not control myself as I kissed him back. He brought his hands up to my face, gently caressing my cheek with his thumb. Suddenly, he broke the kiss. My lips ached to feel his mouth against mine again.

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I just did that." Alex looked ashamed for what he had done.

He gazed into my eyes, searching for some kind of indicator of my reaction. I was lost. My mind told me to get him out, that I belonged to Dennis, and that this was wrong. But my body wanted to keep going. I hadn't been touched in a year and a half. The desire for having any intimate contact was growing. The longer I sat there, the hotter the flame burned. I had to do something.

I pulled him back into me, kissing his lips gently. With each passing moment, the kiss became more intense as I hungered for him. My hands moved down to the bottom of his shirt, allowing the covers to fall away from my chest, exposing my breasts. I pulled Alex's shirt over his head, momentarily breaking our kiss. My hands maneuvered over his chiseled chest, taking in every inch of him.

His hands found my breasts, caressing them gently. I let out a moan as his hand grazed my nipple. He began to flick it and pinch it. My nerves were on fire as I continued to moan in pleasure. Alex's mouth began to travel down my body, going to my neck, shoulder, and ending at my left nipple. He took it into his mouth, lightly nibbling and pulling at it. His tongue danced circles around it. My breathing became labored and my pussy grew wetter. I arched my back slightly, pushing more of my breast into Alex's mouth. Everything felt so good, but I wanted more.

Almost like he read my mind, Alex abruptly stood up and quickly removed his jeans and boxers. I was speechless when confronted by his nine-inch member. It was almost as wide as the dildo I had just been using. I couldn't wait to have him inside of me.

Alex pushed me down onto the bed and ripped the remaining covers off me. He climbed between my legs and started kissing me again. His tongue slid into my mouth, intertwining with mine. 

His hand traveled down between my legs, rubbing his fingers against my opening. I gasped at the electric feeling of his fingers. I was dripping wet. Alex easily glided two fingers into my eager pussy. I let out a light shriek in pleasure.

"Oh, Liz. You're so wet," he said, withdrawing his fingers. He brought them to his mouth, tasting my juices. It was making turned on even more, if that we possible.

"It's all because of you," I responded. 

"Glad to hear." He came back down to kiss me. I could taste myself on his tongue and I was enjoying it. I brought my hands to his face and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. I wanted every part of him.

Without warning, he slid his cock into my waiting pussy. I moaned as each inch passed slowly into me. When he reached the base, Alex broke our kiss again and pulled out just as slowly, until only the tip was inside.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yea," I replied with an excited smile.

And with that, he drove back into me. I moaned blissfully as he pushed in, faster than before. Each time he pulled out, he would push back in faster. I wrapped my hands on his back, digging in my nails into it. He moaned as the pain became pleasure, urging him on faster.

My orgasm was building fast as my pussy was continuously pounded by Alex's throbbing cock. My moans grew louder and the headboard began to smash against the wall. I didn't care. I was enjoying every moment and everything else was washed from my mind.

Alex's and my breathing grew labored. I could feel the tension building between my legs. A few thrusts later, a warmth rushed through my body. My pussy clenched around Alex's dick as he continued to drive into me. My juices washed over his member, spilling out. Energy was zapped from every muscle in my body as I went limp. 

Alex's own orgasm was not far behind. He pumped into me powerfully, then let out a loud moan as he drained every drop of semen into me. He lowered his spent body to the bed, pulling out and resting beside me. Excess fluids spilled out of me onto the bedspread. 

Alex pulled me in close and gently kissed me again.

"Consider that your wedding present from me," he chuckled.

It was the best gift I've ever received.

Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 01



Binky lay in bed and looked up at her bedroom ceiling. There were several cracks that needed filling and a lick of paint wouldn't have gone a miss. She rolled her eyes as she listened to Matt, talking outside on his mobile phone, no doubt making excuses as to his whereabouts to his harridan of a demanding wife. Binky sighed and lay over onto her stomach. This was obviously not an ideal situation and if someone had told her six months ago that she would become be involved with a married man she would have laughed them out of town. Now all she could hear was Matt's murmurs of deception as he let his wife know that his 'weekend with the lads' was going fine. Binky twirled her hair around her finger, a habit she had kept from childhood, it brought her comfort.

Matt walked into the bedroom, his face a mass of anxiety, his blonde hair stuck up on end which usually made him look cute it Binky's eyes, now the sight of him irritated, particularly because her gut instinct was telling her that yet again, there was another problem. That was Matt's downfall; he always had a fucking problem. Instead of ripping off his clothes and slipping beneath the sheets and ravishing Binky till she begged him to stop, he sat at the end of her bed, a look of contrition shadowing his baby face looks.

"I have to go. Maisie isn't well." Matt's eyes gazed at her, imploring her to be understanding, but that was definitely not on her agenda.

"She can't keep doing this to you. Every time you go away or heaven forbid you have a night out, one of the children are always ill. If it's not Maisie, it's Solomon with his reflux issues that incidentally never seem to occur when you are at home. It's pathetic." Binky's green eyes flashed Matt a look of disgust, her lips curled in visible discontent.

"What can I do?" Matt looked at her, visibly torn.

"You could tell her that she will have to deal with it herself or you will look pussy whipped in front of the lads." Binky retorted.

Matt slid his hand across the bed sheets and attempted to stroke Binky's legs, she pulled them away and sat up, drawing them up to her chest.

"Í hate it when you get all mad, but your wrinkled forehead is so cute." Matt said in an obvious attempt to win her over.

"Just go Matt." Binky pulled the bed covers off her and stormed out of the bedroom. Reaching the bathroom she tugged the door open before slamming it hard behind her. Sitting on the toilet seat, she felt tears of frustration sting her eyes. Angrily she wiped them away as she heard the apartment door shut heralding Matt's exit. This was a totally new situation for her, she was always so in control of everything and she knew that she would have to end it with Matt at some point but unfortunately her heart was involved which was another weird situation for Binky. She simply didn't do love, it was never worth the hassle. 

An hour later, Binky found herself sat at her breakfast bar nursing a banana smoothie contemplating what to do. Not only was she livid at Matt, she was horny and frustrated, a dangerous mixture. However, more importantly she was angry at herself for even thinking that Matt would step up to the mark. She had planned on fucking Matt all day but now that particular arrangement had gone out of the window quicker than a rat up a drain pipe she was at a loss. Her pride wouldn't allow her to start ringing her anyone to find out what they were up to, the last thing Binky needed was for her whole circle of friends to know yet again, Matt had let her down. She would just have to find a way to occupy herself. Twenty minutes later she was showered and dressed in her Lycra running shorts and matching vest. Grabbing her water bottle off the kitchen work top, Binky left her apartment fully geared up to run out her sexual frustration.

Reaching the local country park in record time, Binky picked up her running pace, her trainers pounding against the stone laden path. She reached the lake and stopped momentarily to take in the natural beauty that surrounded her. The swans dipped their heads under the lake searching for food and Binky wondered how swans could actually live with having just one partner for the rest of their lives, she couldn't imagine anything more boring to be honest. Also, even if she had been looking for a lifetime of eternal commitment, she was never going to find that with Matt. Binky took off her baseball cap and rearranged her sleek ebony hair into a neat pony tail before replacing her cap,

As she ran under the branches that led to a secluded part of the park, Binky spotted Jogging Boy. She'd seen him a few times on her daily runs and they had shared the odd few cursory, friendly smiles. He was admittedly gorgeous, in a rough and ready kind of way and Binky had noticed that he was hiding a sizeable cock beneath his jogging bottoms. Running past her, he gave her a small wave and Binky waved back. There and then she decided that the only medicine to ease her discontent was a good hard fuck. She watched Jogging Boy, seeing which way he was going and instantly changed the direction of her run so they were guaranteed to meet at some point. 'At least my fuckdar is still in tact.' Binky thought to herself and like a woman possessed she embarked on her mission.

Two hours later, Jogging Boy was in Binky's bed. His cock was unfeasibly huge, his body toned within an inch of his life and as Binky rocked back and forth on his cock she brought him to a seamless orgasm. However, Jogging Boy wasn't as rough and ready as his appearance suggested. He had visibly looked horrified when Binky had asked him to pull her hair and had physically balked when she had tried to manouvere his cock for a bit of anal. Lying beside him, Binky felt herself let out a huge sigh. All she had wanted was desperate, hard dirty fucking but obviously Jogging Boy was from the school of making love. 'Who makes love to a relevant stranger?' Binky thought to herself as she felt Jogging Boys muscular legs curl into hers. 

After half an hour of small talk and giving Jogging Boy the excuse that she really had an urgent dinner party to attend, Binky managed to co-erce him out of her apartment. Leaning against her apartment door Binky realised she was even more sexually frustrated than before. Walking through to her living room she picked up her mobile phone, there were no texts from Matt and now she had a whole evening stretched out before her with nothing to do. She decided in the end to take up her father's offer of spending the rest of the weekend at his house. It wasn't the most ideal of propositions for a horny, single twenty eight year old but as Binky half heartedly packed her overnight she consoled herself with the thought of spending the next day riding one of her father's treasured stallions. Zipping up her overnight bag she grabbed her car keys from the bedside table and felt immediately cheered at the thought of having a stallion between her thighs even if it was one from the animal world.

Subsequent to an evening of drinks with her father and his new much younger girlfriend, Binky opted for an early night to end what had turned out to be a disastrous day. Matt still hadn't texted her so Binky turned off her phone and snuggled into her childhood bed. 'Let that bastard wonder where I am for a change' was her final thought before sleep overtook her and sent her into a blessed oblivion.

The next morning, after a shower and one of her father's customary mammoth full English breakfasts, Binky couldn't wait to get in the saddle and blow away the cobwebs of discontentment that were filling her head like cotton wool. She'd always been aware of how horny it made her feel riding a horse. She loved the feeling of gripping the back of the horse tightly between her thighs and hopefully, if she rode for long enough in the fresh air, she would eventually be too tired to feel sexually frustrated.

With breakfast over and done and after exchanging pleasantries with her father whilst pointedly trying to ignore his hands that were roaming up his new girlfriend's dressing gown, Binky ran upstairs and changed into her riding gear. Twirling in front of her full length bedroom mirror she secretly coveted how her cream riding jodhpurs hugged her lithe thighs and accentuated her pert bottom. Scouring her wardrobe, Binky found her favourite navy blue riding jacket. Grabbing her crop from the top shelf along with her riding hat, Binky ran back downstairs and left the house striding with confidence across the court yard to the stables.

That afternoon Binky rode her father's favourite black stallion Jasper for what seemed like hours. The thrill of galloping freely amidst the countryside lifted Binky's spirits. The warm July breeze whipped against her cheeks, giving her face a healthy glow. As she returned to the stables she dismounted leading Jasper in. The smell of fresh straw and manure assailed her nostrils. As she took off the saddle and hung up Jaspers bridle she turned and noticed Marco, her father's stable hand and long trusted family friend. His deep blue eyes pierced his olive complexion, causing Binky to take an involuntary gasp.

"Oh my God, Binky!" Marco exclaimed, his Italian accent causing something inside her to stir. "It's been so long since I saw you last. " He gushed. "You look fabulous."

Binky smiled at him, she had completely forgotten about Marco. He'd worked at her father's stables for as long as she could remember and for a guy close to hitting forty he was remarkably fit. How could she have not even given him a thought? After all, he had been the second guy she had slept with when she had been a naïve eighteen year old. He had been her dirty little secret and she had been his. He had liberated her sexually and Binky had developed a penchant to sucking him off on their way to her gymkhanas.

"Marco it's so nice to see you again." Binky exclaimed as she pushed Jasper into his stable before bolting the door. She leant on the stable door ledge and absent mindedly stroked Jaspers nose. "So how are tricks?"

"I'm still single and horny." Marco replied, a slow smile sliding across his face. 

"Being in a relationship is such a drag." Binky replied, aware that her pussy was in over drive thinking about Marco's cock. "We should get together some time." Binky flashed Marco one of her most dazzling of smiles, resisting the urge to run her tongue across her lips suggestively. She didn't want to come across too obvious even if her insides were burning with sexual trepidation. No matter how loose her moral code may have been over the last twenty four hours, being too obvious was not Binky's thing at all.

"What are you doing this afternoon?'Marco asked. "Do you fancy sharing a bottle of wine for old time's sake?"

Binky nodded and smiled, "Why not. That Marco sounds like an excellent idea and the best proposition I have had in a while."

Later, after Binky had changed out of her riding gear, she sat with Marco in her father's garden. The first bottle of wine had gone down very nicely indeed. Marco was his usual flirty self and Binky could feel herself becoming more and more relaxed in his company. 

"So how come you are still single?" Binky asked as she finished her glass of wine and handed Marco another bottle to open.

"Óh, you know me Binky, so many women so little time." Marco popped the cork on the wine bottle with ease and refilled Binky's glass. "What about you?"

"Same here, it's a case of so many cocks and so little time." Binky's eyes suddenly clouded over at the thought of Matt. He still hadn't texted her and she wasn't happy with the situation at all. She resolved to do something about it after the weekend. Matt's little set up was starting to bore her. Pushing him to the back of her mind she decided that the only way she could take her mind off him was by flirting with Marco. After all, wasn't Binky's motto don't chase them, just replace them? And she fully intended to do just that.

Taking a sip of her wine Binky turned to Marco. "Marco, what's the horniest sexual experience you have ever had?"

"You mean apart from sleeping with you?"

Binky rolled her eyes. "Í don't believe that for one minute, but flattery will certainly get you everywhere. " Binky giggled and pushed a stray hair over her ears. "No go on seriously, tell me."

Marco grinned at her. "Okay, let me think. Well, for me the horniest thing I have ever done is when I slept with my best friends Mother."

Binky raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

Marco took a sip of his wine and nodded. "Yes really. I was eighteen and she was thirty six."

"Well, go on." Binky urged. "You need to tell me all about it now." She slapped Marcos thigh. "Don't tease me Marco."

"Okay. God keep your knickers on. That's assuming you are wearing knickers." Marco's eyes twinkled. "Anyway, are you sitting comfortably?" 

Binky nodded and settled down into her chair.

"Okay, then I will begin. It was Halloween. No, I shouldn't be telling you this."

Marco leant back in his chair and stretched his arms above his head. His shirt rose up giving Binky just the slightest glimpse of his tanned stomach. Not only was Marco openly teasing her he was frustrating her as well.

"Oh just get on with it Marco. You can't start divulging information and then stop."

Marco laughed and suddenly Binky felt the urge to run her tongue across his perfect white teeth, trace her tongue down his neck and onto his chest... Stop it. Binky told her herself and mentally gave herself a jolt, snapping the horny images shut.

"Like I said, it was Halloween.'' Marco continued with his tale. "I had been invited to my friend's party. We all got drunk as teenagers do on this really potent punch his Mum had made. She was getting ready to go out and leave us all to it, but somehow I got chatting to her in the kitchen. I was obviously trying to delay her going out because she was so hot."

Binky poured herself another glass of wine, her mind was now a fuzz of horny emotions. "What did she look like?"

"She was about five foot six, long, dark curly hair, massive tits and a really pretty face. She had these gorgeous huge brown eyes that gave her a look of innocence but there was also an air of naughtiness about her. As we were chatting I was conscious of the fact that I could see her bra through her white t – shirt and she was wearing these really tight black pants which showed off how tight and taut her arse was. I was getting all brave in the flirting department because the punch was literally hitting me with full force and my confidence was sky high. Anyway, in mid conversation she told me she had to start getting ready to go out and she just left me there, horny and hard in the kitchen."

Marco momentarily paused as he drank his glass of wine and for a minute Binky thought he was just going to leave the story right there. All she knew was she now definitely wanted to fuck him and his story hadn't even got going.'

"Ányway," Marco thankfully resumed his tale. "Í stood in the kitchen for a while before I realised I really needed a pee so I went upstairs to the toilet. As I left the toilet I saw my friend's Mum walk out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her head and another draped across her body which scooped down so I could see her back, all tanned and toned, her shoulders were beautiful and smooth and I could feel myself getting hard again. I was just considering going back into the toilet to relieve myself but as I opened the door the noise caused my friends Mum to turn round and she motioned for me to follow her. I walked across the landing and followed her into her bedroom. Once in her bedroom, I noticed that she had laid out her chosen attire for her evening. On the bed lay, a pair of stockings, black Basque and a military cap. She caught me looking at the gear and gave a little giggle. She told me she was going to a fancy dress party but one with a difference. She smiled at me and I was desperate to hide my cock that was hard and now throbbing to the point where it was actually becoming painful. I'd only ever had a couple of fumbles with girls at school and stood in front of me was a woman who wouldn't have looked out of place in a porn film. Her eyes moved from her sexy outfit to the outline of my cock which she could see through my jeans."

Binky could feel her pussy start to moisten, her knickers had now moved from being slightly damp to one step away from being absolutely soaked.

"So you fucked her?" Binky suddenly wanted Marco to get right on to the nitty gritty horny parts of the story. The backdrop was now becoming boring. Marco sensed her frustration and decided to move away from setting the scene.

"She pushed me onto the wrought iron bed, got a scarf from the top drawer of her dressing table and tied me to the bed. I watched her as she dropped her towel and got herself dressed into her Basque and stockings before pulling on some black lace knickers. She took the towel off that she had wrapped around her hair and allowed her black curls to fall free before she scooped them back up and pushed on her Military cap before applying a thick coat of red lipstick. She walked over to the bed and straddled me before unzipping my jeans. Her fingers reached inside and pulled out my cock. She gave it a quick lick and a suck before pulling my jeans straight down. I felt like I was going to blow my load and I hadn't even had a chance to get anywhere near her pussy but somehow I managed to curb the urge, being paranoid that we could get caught at any moment helped in that area I guess. She must have read my mind because as she moved her knickers to the side she assured me it wouldn't take long. She spat on my cock and lowered herself onto me. Her pussy was as tight as anything which surprised me giving her age; every movement was really intense as she rode me hard. It was fast and naughty; this forbidden act was obviously getting her off as she came all over me. There was a knock at the bedroom door and I felt myself freeze. Anyone could have been on the other side and that was just too much for me as I shot my load inside her. I remember thinking, God, I want to do this every day for the rest of my life. And that was it, my first real naughty sexual encounter."

Binky wished that Marco was sat close enough so she could see if his cock was as hard as her pussy was wet. The story had heightened her sexual frustrations. She needed to relieve herself and quick. She stood up, feeling woozy and horny.

"I'm just going to the loo." Binky excused herself. Well, sometimes, a girls gotta do what a girl's gotta do.



Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 02



Binky sat back down on her chair and gave Marco a broad smile.

"Come on Binky, why the naughty look?' Marco asked. ''What have you been up to?"

Binky took a cigarette out of Marco's packet and lit it. "Let's just say that your earlier "confession'' made me a tad hot under the collar.'' 

Binky took a long drag of her cigarette and blew smoke rings into the soft July breeze. She crossed her legs and allowed her denim mini skirt to rise up her tanned, lithe thighs. She watched Marco's eyes travel up her legs and looked down at his crotch. Yes, there was a visibly bulge forming. Binky contemplated whether she should just take Marco up into her bedroom, tie him up and suck him senseless until he exploded in her mouth. However, Binky loved the thrill of the chase and the tease and she knew that Marco was aware of too and she would hate to disappoint him, even when her insides were burning with desire. Plus, there was also the other blot on her horizon, her father. The last thing she needed was to be caught fucking Marco. Not that her father would have been especially bothered. Binky's eyes momentarily clouded over at the thought of her father. 

"Why did you find it horny?" Marco asked, as innocently as he could, briefly stroking Binky's arm causing her tiny hairs to ping up in attention and instantly diverting her away from thoughts of her father and his fucked up way of life.

"Í don't know.'' Binky pulled her sunglasses down from the top of her head and covered her eyes, shielding them against the dazzling sun. "Older woman, sons friend etcetera, its taboo and therefore horny. Only you could do something like that Marco.'' Binky shot him a wry smile and rolled her eyes.

"Well, you have fucked your father's stable hand.'' Marco raised his eyebrows and twisted his lips. '' If I remember rightly you weren't complaining."

Binky laughed. "Of course I didn't complain and no matter what anyone says about you Marco, you are indeed an excellent stable hand.''

"You are too naughty my little Binky.'' Marco sipped his wine before placing his glass back on the table and folding his arms. "So what's your story?''

Binky frowned. "What's my story? You know everything about me Marco you know that.''

Marco leant over and flicked Binky's pert nose causing her to squint. 

"What is your horny confession? You must have one.''

Binky stubbed out her cigarette. "Í have a few.'' She tapped the side of her temple. "The question is, which confession I should divulge?''

Marco shifted in his seat. "Come on. I have confessed to you, it's your turn.''

Binky reached across and briefly stroked Marco's thigh before patting his knee.

"This is strictly between me and you okay? Under no circumstances do I want you to discuss this with my father. Heaven forbid, we both know he is perverted enough, he doesn't need any encouragement.'' Binky's eyes clouded over and she was glad that her sunglasses were hiding this fact from Marco. Showing her vulnerable side wasn't Binky's thing, in any way shape or form.

Marco laughed. "I do discuss my conquests with your father Binky, but I swear on my Grandmother Maria's grave, whatever you tell me is strictly between me and you.''

Binky gave a mock sigh, as if divulging her confession was a huge chore, when in reality she was already feeling horny again at the very thought of what she was going to tell Marco and guessing how he would react, it would invariably end with Marco sporting a huge hard on, with a cock big enough to do her some serious damage, just the kind of thing Binky enjoyed, a little too much if truth be told.

"Do you remember when I took off to Manhattan when I was nineteen for that 'promising 'reporter job?''

Marco frowned and shook his head. Binky waved her hand in dismissal." It doesn't matter. Anyway, I was mad keen on a guy who lived in Boston at the time. So, every Friday I would take the train to his apartment. He was cute, treated me sweetly and was definitely from the school of 'making lurve.''

Marco pulled a face in disgust causing Binky to giggle. "I know, but I was only young Marco and that was before I discovered rough sex."

Marco raised his hands in surrender. "Í didn't say a thing.''

"You didn't have to."Binky retorted, "your look said it all. This one particular Friday, I was shattered and really stressed and being stressed for some reason always makes me incredibly horny. By the time the train arrived at the station, I was already mentally in this guy's bed.'' Binky wrinkled her forehead, "Í think he was called James." Binky's eyes drifted away as she tried to remember this minor detail before giving up. "Ás the train left the station I was imagining his tongue running all over my body, because for all his 'lets make lurve' penchants he was very good with his tongue. As I walked up the aisle of the train I was trying to find a carriage that wasn't empty. I never really felt safe travelling alone in America. Finally I found a carriage where this guy was sat alone. He was just drinking his beer and minding his own business, his legs outstretched and he looked so chilled out I instantly felt drawn to him, it was a bit weird really the effect he had on me.''

Marco raised his eyebrows. "Was he good looking by any chance, as well as being as chilled as a penguin?"

Binky laughed. "He was hot as fuck. So I sat down facing him and took off my jacket because the heat was stifling. I leant across and opened the window and I think it was my tits that grabbed his attention, put it this way he was suddenly diverted from watching the country side pass him by and we started chatting. It transpired he was on his way to Boston as well. He was going to some music gig. The food car arrived and he grabbed a sandwich and another beer and he asked me if I wanted one so I agreed. The more we chatted, the more I felt myself warming to him in more ways than one. There was this instant chemistry. It's hard to explain really.'' 

"Of course he was also attracted to you?'' Marco asked a twinkle in his eye.

Binky put her head to the side and raised her eyebrows. "Really Marco, what kind of question is that? Of course he was attracted to me. I don't know if it was the heat or the beer, or the fact that I felt like I was going to explode, but I decided right there and then , he was going to get a train ride he was never ever going to forget.''

Marco leant over and took off Binky's sun glasses and placed them on the patio table. 

"Hey, what you doing? I can't see a thing with this sun.'' Binky protested trying to snatch the glasses back before being stopped by Marco's hand. He leant over and kissed her gently on the lips, his tongue dipping inside her mouth. Binky felt herself momentarily gasp before she found herself totally lost in his kiss. Gently, Marco took hold of her hand and put it on his hard bulge. 

"I want to see your eyes when you tell me your confession and I want you to stroke my cock okay?"

Binky pulled her hand away. "Í can't, what if my father returns? I know his morals are pretty loose but I don't think he would appreciate it if he returned and I was stroking your cock. "

Marco unzipped his pants and took out his cock before pulling his chair right up to the patio table. He turned to her and smiled. "If he arrives he won't see a thing. Pull your chair up.''

Binky felt a flutter in her stomach as she looked down and saw Marco's cock. She had forgotten how gorgeous it was and a spark tingled through her. She did as Marco bid and pulled her chair up to the table. Taking her hand, Marco took her hand and placed it under the table. Binky ran her fingers up and down the shaft. Marco closed his eyes. "Mmm that feels gorgeous, carry on with your story.''

"Thanks for your permission Marco! So, there I was, all horny and hot and bothered..."

"What was you wearing?'' Marco interrupted. "So I can picture it all properly.''

"I was wearing a blouse and a skirt." Binky replied, feeling Marcos hands take her fingers and move them up and down his length at a slightly faster rhythm.

"What colour? What kind of skirt. Were you wearing a mini skirt? Or a denim skirt? Come on Binky. You need to paint the pictures in my mind if you want me to fuck you.''

"Who said I want you to fuck me?'' Binky tried to take her hand away from Marcos cock but he held her fingers tight.

"You are such a tease Binky, that kind of protestation will only serve to ensure even more punishment than I already have planned.''

"My blouse was white okay? I was wearing my black pencil skirt and red high heels. My hair was pinned up because of the heat."

Marco nodded his approval. "The picture is in my mind, carry on. I won't ask you what underwear you had on, I am assuming you will get to that at some point in your confession.''

Binky could now feel her hand being moved down to Marcos balls where she stroked them before gently squeezing, something she remembered Marco loved. 

"I needed the loo and excused myself. As I inched my way out into the aisle, the guy stood up and said he too needed the bathroom as he called it. So we both headed for the only toilet in the carriage. Being a gentleman he let me go first and once inside I just felt this overwhelming urge to have a quick play. I thought it was naughty. I'm in the toilet; he is outside waiting, not aware that I am bringing myself off at the thought of him fucking me. I took off my knickers and shoved them into my bag. I had a quick pee, dried myself and then started to play with my pussy, teasing myself until I could stand it no more. I inched my skirt back down and checked my reflection. I undid a few buttons on my blouse so there was a sizeable view of my cleavage. Despite the heat, I let my hair down and ruffled it a bit to achieve the sultry look and opened the toilet door and stepped outside holding the door for him. He was leant against the wall with his hands in his pockets. His face was an absolute picture because I had gone into the toilet probably looking all strait laced and I came out of there looking like some secretary in a porn movie. It was like he had read my mind or something because he pushed me back into the toilet cubicle and locked the door.''

"He didn't read your mind.'' Marco interrupted. "He took one look at you and smelt sex like I have today and he did what any man would do, nothing to do with chemistry or mind reading.'' 

Binky moved her hands from Marco's balls and placed them around his shaft. She was now so horny she felt like she was going to explode. She started to wank him slowly as she continued her story. ''Once inside the cubicle, he pressed me against the wall, pushing himself against me and it was even more pleasurable than usual because I wasn't wearing knickers so his rubbing was really hitting the right spot. He undid the buttons on my blouse and leant over kissing my neck, before his tongue traced around my ear, my neck and throat before moving down to my cleavage. I didn't have the time or the inclination at this point for all this sexily undressing each other business. Plus I was aware this was a public toilet, public being the operative word so someone could turn up at any time and spoil our fun and I was too determined to achieve my goal for that to happen. I tugged at the button on his jeans before sliding down his zip finding his cock. To be honest it wasn't the biggest I have ever had but what he lacked in length he certainly made up in girth. I took it out and took off my blouse because by this point I was hot enough to melt. I knelt down and licked the tip of his cock before moving down the shaft, leaving enough lubrication to ensure that when I placed his cock in between my tits I would be able to pleasure him easily. As I moved my tits up and down his cock with every upward thrust I licked the tip of his cock with my tongue and I knew I was hitting the spot because suddenly I could see the familiar glisten of his pre cum and as you know Marco that always turns me on.''

Binky grinned at Marco as her fingers moved up to the tip of his cock and she felt a tear drop of juice leak from the end. "He must have decided that he couldn't wait any longer to fuck me. He pulled me up and unzipped my skirt pulling it down and he looked over my body like he was appraising it before he took me. His eyes lit up when he saw that I was wearing stockings and suspenders and no knickers. He pulled my leg up and put it on the sink before kneeling down in front of me. Luckily for me I had been waxed to perfection the week before so my pussy was as smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom. He took my pussy in his mouth and sucked on my lips before spreading me wide so my whole pussy was exposed to the heat of the cubicle. He started to lick me until I could feel myself begin to shake and he pushed his fingers inside me and started to move them in and out whilst licking the mound of my clit. As the orgasm started to build inside me I grabbed his hair as I felt myself explode. I rubbed his face into my pussy so he could smell all my juices and taste them. I arched my back, my pussy exposed, begging for him to fuck me and he didn't disappoint me. He pushed himself inside me so hard I felt breathless. He pulled my hair so my head was on one side as he ploughed himself into me, harder and harder, kissing and biting me until I felt my mind blank out to some other world completely. I could feel with every thrust that he was building up to coming and the fast, desperate sex was totally mind blowing. As he reached his climax, he pulled out of me and shot a short spurt of his cum on my pussy before pushing me down into kneeling position so he could shoot all over my face and my tits. It was awesome.''

"I have to admit, that does sound amazing.'' Marco murmured before taking Binky's hands away from him, putting his cock back in his pants before pulling his zip back up. A flash of disappointment crossed Binky's face. She at least would have thought that Marco would have wanted her to bring him off even if it was just by wanking him. 

"What's the matter?'' Marco asked. He leant over and stroked her thigh, his hands moving up until he reached her knickers. "Did you take his telephone number then, seeing as you were both staying in Boston?''

"No, don't be silly. It was definitely just a one off, which is what made it so exciting and horny'' Binky could feel herself tingle as Marco's hand slid into her knickers.

"I think we should re-enact what happened Binky, what do you think? Come on, let's sneak up to the bathroom now.''

Binky closed her eyes, she couldn't have imagined anything she would want more but she knew to fuck Marco in her fathers bathroom would be a huge risk. "I am not fucking you Marco in my father's bathroom.'' She murmured as she felt his fingers move inside her before stopping as briefly as he had started. He pulled his hand away and stood up. Binky was momentarily confused and angry, how dare he tease her in that way and stand up to go? Marco looked at her and smiled before taking hold of both her hands and pulling her up out of her chair. He moved a stray hair out of her eyes.

"Come on, its time for the horses feed and you can help me. Plus we have a few things to do as well and time is pressing on.''

As Binky opened her mouth the protest, Marco put his finger over her lips to silence her. "Don't you dare protest Binky. I want to take advantage of your sudden flush of nostalgia.''

As Marco led her out of the garden and across the courtyard to the stables, with her spare hand Binky adjusted her knickers that had slipped uncomfortably to the side. She knew very soon that wouldn't be an issue and she felt like she was ready to explode with the sheer anticipation of what Marco had in store for her.



Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 02



CHAPTER 2: A Warm Reception

"It is my pleasure to present Mr. & Mrs. Dennis Clark!"

Our family and friends cheered as we entered the hall. It was going to be a definite change to hear my name now. Mrs. Elizabeth Clark. It brought a smile to my face.

Dennis swung me into his arms as our song began to play. He wasn't very coordinated, but I gave him credit; he was romantic. 

"I love you, Liz," he whispered into my ear as we swayed with the music.

"I love you too." 

I was on cloud nine. The moment was perfect. I was dancing in the middle of an eloquent banquet hall with the man I had loved for most of my life. He looked handsome in his tuxedo. I was wearing the dress of a princess and I felt as such. Our close friends and family, who were watching us sway around the dance floor, surrounded us. Quiet "oh"s and "ah"s were interspersed with the sound of camera shutters and sobbing. It was our moment.

I looked around at the faces of my guests with a gleaming smile. Nothing could ruin this moment.

During the next pass, my eyes connected with Alex. We had slept together mere hours ago and here I was, acting as if nothing had happened. I had married, promising my husband I would always be faithful, when I had just betrayed him. 

I was trying to get a read on Alex's expression. After the heat died down following our intense intimate experience, we said nothing. We didn't talk about how we were going to handle this or what it all meant. Alex just collected himself and left. He looked distraught upon his departure. Now, his look was the same: distracted, upset, and distant. He couldn't look at us, as we swirled to the music. He just stared blankly into space. 

"Isn't she gorgeous?" shrieked the fair skinned woman clinging to him. He didn't answer her. He couldn't even look at his own girlfriend, not that Brittany noticed. She was too absorbed in her admiration of Dennis and me, probably fantasizing about her own wedding dreams. All of us assumed that would be right around the corner. Well, that was before.

I tried to focus back on the moment, but I was finding it incredibly difficult. All I could see was Alex in the crowd. He was there, yet couldn't be further from what was happening. He was just present. I couldn't help but feel responsible for his current condition. Granted, he walked in on me masturbating and he kissed me first, but I had been fantasizing about him and I was the one who had taken things to the next step. 

As I laid my head on Dennis's shoulder, I was finally taking inventory of what Alex and I had done. In a moment of weakness, I had thrown myself at my husband's best friend and he took me as if I had been his. Nothing had stopped us. Neither of us had given Dennis a thought. We had just been in the moment. And oh what a moment it was. I had over an eighteen-month absence of sex, but I did not remember it being that amazing. Did the absence really make sex better, or was it Alex that made it so much more enjoyable? 

"Liz? You okay?" Dennis asked, pulling me from my train of thought.

"Yea. Just caught up in the moment." 

He smiled and led me to the head table. I had to focus now. The last place I wanted Dennis to learn that I had cheated on him on our wedding day was at the reception. I just had to make it through this until I could figure out how to handle what happened. One thing was for sure: I had to talk to Alex. I had to see what he was planning to do. I didn't need him spilling the beans to Dennis and I certainly didn't need him telling Brittany. If she found out, the entire state would know before I left the hall.

"Oh my God, Liz you look absolutely stunning in that dress," Brittany gushed, sitting next to me. I had very few female friends to fill spots in my wedding party and the ones I had, I wasn't close enough with to ask them to be my maid of honor. Dennis and Alex had suggested Brittany and she was more than happy to take on the role. I think she viewed it as her moment instead of Dennis and mine. 

Not that Brittany wasn't worthy of the spotlight. She was a gorgeous woman: long strawberry blonde hair, which was pinned up in a myriad of curls, perfect white smile, deep brown eyes, and a tight body. She was a football cheerleader for our local team and modeled in the off-season. However, Brittany was self-centered. Aside from looks, she had no personality. Frankly, I couldn't see what made Alex head over heels for her. But then again, there was a lot about Alex I didn't understand, in light of recent activities.

"Thanks, Brittany," I weakly smiled, seeming to be engaged. Alex was seated next to her, still not looking in my direction. I couldn't look at him any longer without feeling the urge to blurt everything out. Luckily, the ever-expanding line of guests passing by my table kept me distracted.

The reception was going phenomenally. The guests greeted us with hugs, kisses, and praise. When we cut the cake, Dennis smashed it into my face, igniting a mini food fight between the two of us. We danced until our feet hurt, him keeping me in a deep embrace. It was magical.

Shortly after our dinner, Alex pulled Dennis away for a few moments. I panicked as I thought of what he might be telling him. What if he was ratting us out? If so, why had he waited so long to say anything? I tried to control myself, but the fear was reaching up into my throat, threatening to choke me. 

I watched across the hall as Alex spoke to Dennis, his hands in his pockets. It was a brief conversation, with neither man's eyes straying from each other. At the end, each man shared a smile, before sharing a hug. Their interaction made my fear subside only a little as I awaited their return. Dennis walked towards me, while another of his friends greeted Alex.

"What was that about?" I asked timidly once Dennis returned.

"Alex was originally going to propose to Brittany today & earlier he had asked me to transition into it during my speech. But now, he says he's going to wait because he wants us to enjoy the spotlight just a little bit longer."

"How nice of him," I smiled, relieved that he had kept our secret. Although another thought had taken place of the fear.

Had our sexual encounter ruined his and Brittany's chance at happiness? Could he no longer marry her because of what we had done? Was he expecting me to do the same? I had to talk to him. I had to get him alone for two minutes. There were so many unanswered questions.

Dennis stood up, taking a microphone in hand, calling everyone to take a seat. Alex returned to his seat next to Brittany. She grabbed his hand and wrapped it around her. He looked uninterested. Had I really ruined them?

"Hey everyone! Liz and I would like to thank you all for coming to share our special moment together. You know, everyone told me growing up that if I wanted lifelong happiness, that I should marry my best friend. And I'm here to say...sorry Alex, I'm just not into you." The entire room exploded in laughter, including Alex. It was a welcome change from the distant stare.

"But all kidding aside, I can proudly say that today I married my best friend and that I am looking forward to a lifetime of happiness and adventures with you, Liz. I love you so much!"

I was a teary-eyed mess. Dennis always knew the right things to say. It was part of the reason I was so in love with him. I stood up, tears streaming down my face, and embraced him.

"I love you, Dennis," I said, taking his face in my hands and kissing him. The crowd around us cheered, applauded, and cried. It was so moving. In a perfect world, nothing could have ruined this moment.

But after the crowd settled and we returned to our seats to hear a lineup of speeches, I was drawn back to my memory of mine and Alex's transgressions. How could I have betrayed a man who loved me as much as Dennis? How could I have done that to a man I was madly in love with? What was wrong with me to make me hurt my husband so much, yet he not know the pain I had caused him?

I ignored most of the speeches that followed, lost in thought as how to handle my problem. I mechanically followed the crowd, laughing, smiling, and applauding, but nothing more. I wasn't in the moment, just present. My ears perked up at the call that Alex was speaking next. Oh God, what was he going to say?

"Dennis, I am still reeling that you chose Liz over me. This was supposed to be our wedding day." The room filled with laughter, but I was too focused to join in. If I hadn't, I was sure to have missed his face.

His eyes dialed in on me. It was as if he was no longer speaking to the crowd, but to me. I caught my breath, trying to determine his next move before he made it. 

"Anyways, I will have to find a way to move on without you," he smiled weakly. "I've known you and Liz for years Dennis and I must say that you have found an amazing woman. She's the real deal and you guys are perfect for each other." 

I felt Dennis wrap his arm around me, pulling me in close. My eyes were still locked with Alex's. I could see something in his eyes, but I couldn't quite place it. Was he begging me to be with him? Was he apologizing for our behavior earlier today? What was he saying?

After a slight pause, he continued.

"Don't ever let her go, Dennis. Because you'll never find a love more true than what you and her share. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness. You guys deserve it." 

The room filled with applause. Dennis rose from his seat behind me, taking Alex in his embrace. I automatically stood up, following Dennis's lead. Alex gave me a tight hug, almost squeezing the air from my lungs. I wanted to whisper in his ear, to tell him that we needed to talk, but there wasn't nearly enough time. He returned to his seat next to Brittany, who kissed him possessively, although he had almost no interest.

The rest of the party progressed spectacularly. More guests continued to congratulate Dennis and me on our marriage. We danced excessively and shared an amazing evening. Somewhere midway through the night, I had lost track of Alex. I had wanted one minute to talk to him, yet couldn't find him anywhere.

I tried for much of the night to push it all from my mind. I was trying to live in the moment. It was my wedding day and I intended on having only one. But I just couldn't shake it entirely from my mind. It was like a nagging fly in the back of my head.

As the night wore on, people started to disperse and the hall began to empty.

"Why don't we make our way up to the room, my beautiful bride?" Dennis asked, taking my hand. I knew what he had in mind, but I wasn't sure how I was going to take it.

We reached my room and Dennis unlocked the door. He struggled to pick me up. My dress easily added fifteen pounds, maybe more. Granted I was physically fit, but Dennis was just thin. He carried me over the threshold, before dropping me to my feet just passed the door. Again, I was giving him points for being romantic. 

I gazed around the room, which my bridesmaids had graciously cleaned of all of our preparatory supplies. However, they weren't able to clear it of the memories I shared with Alex in that room. I looked around, reliving the experience in my head: his hands on my body, his eyes drinking in my naked form, our kiss. 

My eyes fell upon the bed as I envisioned how we had defiled it hours ago. This was to be the same bed where Dennis and I would share our first union as husband and wife. We would be making love in the same spot where Alex and I had fucked!

"Shall we?" Dennis asked, snapping me back to reality. He took my hand and led me across the room to the bed. He sat down, gesturing for me to do the same. I complied.

"It's been so long since we've been together like this. I've missed sleeping next to you."

We sat there awkwardly for a moment. It was uncomfortable. I didn't know what to do. It was hard for me to focus in this environment. I had to do something. Now that we were married, I should have been more hyped to sleep with my husband, yet here I was, hesitant to do it.

Stop thinking about it, I finally told myself. My husband is here, the man who could make you moan with a single touch. It will only be a matter of seconds before Alex is a distant memory. This thought put me at ease as I finally faced Dennis.

He was still sitting awkwardly, his fingers fumbling in his hand. I took his hands in mine, pulling them around my waist. I leaned into him, our lips gently touching as I gave him a sweet, reassuring kiss.

"Relax," I told him, kissing him again.

I pushed Dennis onto his back, my lips gently caressing his. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, intertwining mine with his. I was determined to make this a night of passion and better than what Alex and I had shared.

"You know what, Liz?" Dennis said, pushing me off him.

"What?" I whispered sexily as I undid his bow tie and began working on the buttons of his shirt.

He grabbed my hands, stopping my motions.

"Why don't we wait one more day?"

I was stunned. What possible reason could he have for delaying sex with me? 

"What? Why?"

"As eager as I am to take you right now, I think our sexual reunion should be more romantic. I'm thinking in our suite in Hawaii, as the sunset spills into our room and cascades all over us. Doesn't that sound perfect?"

I clawed eagerly at the buttons of his shirt, fighting to remove them as I spoke.

"That does sound romantic, but I need you now Dennis. It's been eighteen long months that I've been without your touch; I don't think I can handle another minute." I was begging. I needed him, yet here he was denying me.

He pushed my hands away and stood up from the bed.

"I know it's been awhile, Liz, but I want our reunion to be perfect. I'm exhausted from all the events today and I just know it will ruin everything. I promise only one more day sweetheart."

There was no more discussion as he headed to the bathroom to change for bed. 

How could he deny me so easily? Me, his wife? I was in such shock that I didn't move until he returned from the bathroom.

"Need help getting out of your dress?" Dennis asked. He was wearing a white tee shirt and navy blue gym shorts. 

I nodded and stood up. He quickly unzipped the dress, then kissed me before sliding into bed. In a matter of minutes, he was asleep while I was left wanting. 

Everything had happened so fast, I didn't have time to process it all. My hopes of making it all up to Dennis and forgetting my transgressions with Alex had been dashed. Here I was, alone on my wedding night, something I had never heard happening to any other woman. I was unwanted by my husband. Furthermore, I was left alone in thought, my only thoughts focused in on my adulterous activity with Alex. It was something I didn't want to think about. 

I tried to clear my mind as I mechanically undressed myself and readied for bed. I threw my dress over the back of a chair and moved to my suitcase to find some sleepwear. My eye caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had been wearing rose-colored undergarments: stockings that clipped to a garter belt, a lacy rose-colored thong, all gone to waste. My husband would never see these graced on me like this again. As I gazed into the mirror, I pictured Alex behind me. I closed my eyes and remembered his touch: his hands grazing my breasts and his fingers trailing up my back. I replicated his touch, my hands traveling over my body. What I would give for Alex to touch me now. 

Ah, what was wrong with me? I had to put this to rest. I had to stop thinking about Alex. I blamed the thought on my desire to be touched by my husband and my lack of fulfillment. I just had to get some rest.

I removed my lingerie and dressed in my white silky pajama shorts and pink tank top. I climbed into bed next to my husband. I wrapped my arm around his body, but found it uncomfortable. I repositioned myself several times, but it all felt unnatural. 

An hour or so passed. I just stared up at the ceiling trying not to think. I couldn't lay there any longer. I was going insane thinking about Alex and the sex we had, and feeling guilty about cheating on Dennis. I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to go find Alex. We had to talk.

I put on my white jacket and headed down to the front desk. I had no idea which room Alex was staying in, or even if he was staying alone. I thought about how I was going to explain to Brittany why I was intruding this late at night, but I didn't care. I had to get some answers from Alex.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Connors checked out a couple of hours ago," the woman behind the desk stated.

Just like that, he was gone. No explanation, no talking things out. I stood there momentarily, trying to process everything. I wasn't going to get my answers tonight. I wasn't sure when I would get them. I was stuck in uncertainty and it was not comfortable.

"Will that be all, ma'am?"

"Yes, thank you," as I walked away.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do now. I didn't want to go back to the room. Seeing Dennis would only make me feel guiltier at this point. I had no one I could confide in. I was going to have to carry this burden on my own.

I don't know how I ended up there, but when I came back to reality, I found myself in the banquet hall. The tables had been stripped and the band had cleared out. The hall was dimly lit. All traces of the happy festivities were gone and all that was left was an empty, cold shell.

"Can I help you?" a voice called from the bar. The bartender from our wedding was still cleaning up. He was the only one there.

"Oh, sorry. I was just wandering."

"It's all good. Need a drink? Technically, all this liquor is yours."

"I would love one," I said, approaching the bar.

"What can I get you?"

"Something strong," I said as he placed a glass on the bar.

"Rough day?" he asked, pouring the drink.

"Yea."

I took the drink and slammed it back. It tasted disgusting, but I just cared about the alcohol. At this point, I was hoping to drink enough to fall asleep and forget this whole situation.

"Woah! Take it easy there girl," the bartender chuckled, refilling the glass, before continuing.

"Shouldn't you be with your husband? Or is the honeymoon already over?"

I said nothing, only continued to drink in silence.

"Okay. You don't have to tell me. But I've been a bartender for over a decade and part of the job is just listening to people's problems. I've heard it all, so this is a judgment free zone if you do want to talk." He returned to his cleaning.

I sat there for a moment and considered his offer. I didn't know this man and probably would never see him again after tonight. If I told him anything, it's not like he would rat me out to Dennis, nor did he seem the type to do so. I really had to confide in someone and I had nothing to lose by telling him.

"I cheated on my husband this morning," I blurted. 

He paused what he was doing. I could see a smirk forming on his face. It wasn't exactly the reaction I was hoping for and I instantly regretted saying anything.

"I'll admit, that's a first. Never heard of a bride cheating on her man on the big day. Who was it with?"

"Does it matter?"

"Maybe."

I hesitated, but figured that the only way to move forward was by admitting everything. If I got it all off my chest, then maybe I wouldn't feel so guilty.

"I slept with his best friend."

"The best man?"

I nodded. He didn't look as if he was judging me, but looked somewhat amused.

"Well, that is a first. Why?" he said with a chuckle.

"Well, we hadn't been intimate during our eighteen month engagement and it all happened so fast. I couldn't help myself."

"What kind of man abstains from sleeping with a woman for that long? Especially one that looks like you." 

I was used to compliments but I still couldn't keep from blushing. I was hoping it was dark enough that he couldn't see.




Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 02



"Do you feel guilty?" he asked.

"Of course. In the seven years we have been together, I've never cheated. I was always well behaved, even when guys were throwing themselves at me."

"Which I assume happens all the time," he interjected. I blushed again.

"Does he know?"

"No."

"Then what are you worried about?" I was shocked by what he said.

"Think of it this way," he continued. "You weren't married when it happened. Now that you are, the dating chapter of your life is over. You can't go back and change it. You can't rewrite it. Telling him will do nothing but hurt him. All you can do is move forward and make it up to him every day of your marriage. You be the perfect wife you can be here on out."

"What if I cave again?" That had been my greatest concern in all of this. I had so easily given myself over to Alex. What would stop me from doing it again?

"Well, you said you haven't slept with him in eighteen months. Now that you're married, it shouldn't be a problem."

"You would think," I mumbled into my glass.

"Uh oh. What he doesn't want sex? What kind of man did you marry?"

"I tried to get him to have sex with me tonight, hoping to rid my mind of everything, but he turned me down. Said he wanted to wait until our honeymoon so it can be more romantic."

He paused for a moment in what appeared to be shock. He then let out a lighthearted chuckle.

"Then I would find a new man." Not advice I wanted to hear. The bartender could tell I wasn't amused.

"All you can do is keep moving forward. Even if you screw up again, you make it up to him. But my suggestion is if he doesn't want to touch a woman like you, find a man who will."

A smile fell upon my face as I blushed again. Through the flattery, he was right. There was nothing I could do to change what I did. All I could do was work every day to be the best I could be. Each day was a new beginning. Lingering on the past would do nothing. 

"You're good at this," I chuckled, finishing my second glass.

"I've been known to have some pearls of wisdom from time to time," he laughed.

We sat in silence for a few moments before I finally spoke.

"I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name."

"Vince. And you're Liz, right?"

"Yea. Well Vince, thank you for your advice. I surprisingly feel much better about the whole thing."

"No problem," he replied, grabbing a large box and placing it on the bar.

"If you need any more advice or just want to talk, I'd be more than happy to listen. But I gotta run this box downstairs to the storage room real quick."

He moved around the bar, taking the box with him. I didn't want to sit there alone, but I wasn't ready to go back to my room just yet. I hopped off the bar stool and followed him.

Correction. I stumbled after him. Two glasses of whatever he had poured, was hitting me hard and fast. I wasn't wasted, sloppy drunk, but my coordination was definitely out the window. Vince placed the box down on a nearby table and helped steady me.

"Easy there, Liz. Why don't you sit down until your head clears? I'll be back in like five minutes."

"I don't want to be alone. Besides, you were nice enough to help me. Maybe I could help you."

He smirked at my remark.

"Oh yea. How could you help me?"

"Well, I'm sure there is a door I could open for you."

He laughed at my stupid comment. I figured he was just being polite and didn't want me to go back to my mopey, self-pitying state.

"Well, you've got me there. Just don't fall. I don't need you getting hurt." He picked the box up and headed for the door. 

***

The storage room was down a few flights of stairs and at the end of a long hallway. It looked too furnished for just a storage area. A small flicker of fear was growing in me that maybe Vince had led me somewhere else. I guess my face showed my concern.

"This doubles as a staging area. Before the hotel was built, this place just did weddings. Now, most couples get ready in their rooms, but we occasionally get a few who just want the venue. Don't worry; I'm not trying to trick you."

His explanation put me at ease as we reached the door to the storage room. The room inside was gorgeous. The walls were a rose pink and decorated with pots of artificial white roses. There was a white vanity with a large mirror behind it, as well as a large white, leather couch against the adjacent wall. I was in awe of how beautifully kept it was for seeing such little use.

"Really something, huh?" Vince said, snapping me out of my trance.

"It's gorgeous." I turned and Vince was right behind me.

"Yea. I always liked this room. So...how about we head back up? I'm sure your husband is wondering why you've been gone so long."

"He's dead asleep. Probably doesn't even realize I'm gone." A freight train barreling through the hotel room wouldn't wake Dennis.

"You know, you've had an incredibly shitty night for a bride. If you were my wife..." he paused.

"What?"

"Never mind." He waved it off and began to walk to the door. He barely had the door open, when I rushed over and pushed it shut. Vince turned to face me, stunned. 

"Tell me." I smiled. After the day I had, I was fishing for some sort of praise, even from this stranger. Compliments always made my shitty days better. Maybe Vince would put me in a good mood and I could fall asleep happy.

"No. It's not my place." Although he was shaking his head, he was smiling. It was like he was toying with me.

"Come on. Please?" I begged.

"No. It really isn't my place."

"You know you were really eager to get me to talk to you earlier. It's not fair that you get to clam up when you're a little uneasy. So spill it."

He hesitated a moment and moved away from the door, back towards the center of the room. He ran his hands through his short, blond hair. His attitude change was confusing. 

"I know I come across as cocky and confident, but to be honest, I'm intimidated by you. You are hands down the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

I was blushing again.

"Thank you. But someone your age has no need to be intimidated by me," I giggled, teasingly.

"Hey! I'm only thirty-one. I don't look that old, do I?"

The entire time I had been with Vince, this was the first opportunity I had to really look at him. He looked youthful, but mature. He was tall, easily six feet. I wouldn't classify him as a physical specimen, but he obviously kept himself in some sort of shape. His eyes were a beautiful steel grey. In all, he was incredibly attractive.

"Liz?" 

"Uh, no. You don't look old at all," I responded, flustered. Vince chuckled as I tried to veer the conversation back on course.

"So why don't you tell me? This is a judgment free zone." 

Vince took a deep breath and let it all out. He was trying to calm his nerves before he spoke. It was fun seeing him like this. He stepped toward me, but not too close.

"Promise you'll stop me if you get uncomfortable."

"I don't think there is anything you can say that will make me uncomfortable," I reassured him.

"That's not what I'm worried about." He took another deep breath before continuing. "If you were my girlfriend, I would make you feel like a princess. I would give you everything you'd want and desire because a woman deserves it."

He stepped closer, bringing his hands up to my shoulders. He hooked his thumbs under my jacket and began to push it off as he spoke.

"If you were my fiancée, I wouldn't leave you wanting. I would have sex with you every night. I would make sure you were satisfied in every way because an engagement isn't a guarantee. You still have to work."

The jacket dropped to the floor. I was immobilized by his gaze and his words. He was saying everything I had thought for the last two years. 

Vince closed what little gap was between us. His hands returned to my shoulders. His thumb hooked under the left strap of my tank top. He lowered his head to my collarbone and placed gentle kisses across it as he pushed the strap down. My breath hitched, but he didn't stop. I didn't want him to.

Once he reached the edge of my shoulder, he retraced his path, planting gentle kisses along the way. As he did, his right hand worked at pushing down the other strap of my tank top. He traveled up my neck, still kissing, until his lips rested by my ear.

"If you were my wife," he whispered seductively, "I wouldn't leave you alone on our wedding night. I wouldn't leave any part of your body untouched. I would make love to you every way you wanted, until you couldn't handle any more pleasure."

His lips trailed back down my neck, lightly grazing my skin. He had pushed my tank top down, exposing my breasts. His lips redirected down my chest and between my breasts. I made no effort to stop him as my body ached with desire that had been unfulfilled. My breathing was harsher than before. I was growing wet with each word he spoke. The more he touched me, the more I wanted him.

His lips finally stopped on my right breast, barely grazing my erect nipple. I watched him eagerly, waiting for him take it in his mouth. He peered up at me, waiting for me to say stop. Although the words formed in my head, they never made it to my lips.  

After a beat, he wrapped his lips around it. I let out a light sigh as he began to ease my sexual pains. He gently pulled it with his lips before running his tongue over it. He swirled his tongue around over and over, increasing his pressure on my nipple, but never increasing his speed. He brought both of his hands from my arms to my waist, but his left hand didn't stop there. It traveled up to my exposed nipple. He took it in his thumb and forefinger and gently twisted and pulled. A moan escaped my lips. My breathing hastened from the extra attention and my skin burned beneath his touch. My mind could only focus in on the increased sensations, making them that much more enjoyable.

After a while, he switched, teasing my right nipple with his hand and sucking on my left. I could feel an orgasm beginning to build between my legs and I wanted it so badly. I titled my head back and kept moaning from Vince's touch. It was so perfect.

He released my nipples as his hands and lips traveled down my body to my shorts. His thumbs slipped under the waistband. He pressed his head against my taut stomach and paused for a moment. I looked down in anticipation of his next move. The waiting was making me more anxious, but I knew it would pay off.

"A man should please a woman because it pleases him to see her enjoy it. Liz, it pleases me to hear you moan from my touch. I want to please you in every way imaginable because you deserve it and you need it."

With that he slipped my shorts off, exposing my naked sex. I was incredibly wet already. His lips trailed down between my legs where he found my clit. He began teasing it with his tongue. I almost lost my balance from the shock. I moaned louder than before as he teased it, flicking quickly, but gently. His hands traveled up the back of my legs to thighs. The sensations were driving me wild.

After a minute, he pushed me down onto the couch and moved between my legs. He returned his tongue to my clit, massaging it and swirling around it. He glided a finger into my ever-moistening hole, pushing as far in as he could go. I clenched my fists, groaning in pleasure. 

Vince arched his finger slightly as he pulled it out, rubbing it against my front wall. It was nothing I had felt before, but it was an amazing sensation. My groaning grew louder. My breathing grew more intense and my body was tensing from my building orgasm.

Vince slid the finger into his mouth, tasting my sex. He moaned in pleasure, enjoying me.

"Liz, you taste so good."

Vince dove back, this time his tongue finding my entrance. His thumb began furiously rubbing my clit, while he fucked me with his tongue. He pulled my legs over his shoulders, pushing his face as close as possible. He picked up his tempo as his tongue probed in and out. I gripped the back of the couch, trying to keep my body under some control, a task that was growing increasingly difficult as my orgasm built.

He moaned against me, sending vibrations through my nerves. My breathing was labored, my head was spinning, and the pressure between my legs intensified. I couldn't handle his manipulation of my lower body anymore. I screamed out as my body gave into my orgasm. Warmth spread through my body and the sensations in my nerves spiked. 

Vince continued pleasuring my body, riding out my orgasm with me. He lapped up every drop of my juices hungrily. I loved the pleasure he was giving me. It was something I had been longing for the whole night.

He rose and sat next to me on the couch. I looked over at him and let out a light chuckle.

"Not the reaction I was expecting," he said, perplexed by my behavior.

"I thought I intimidated you. What was that all about?"

"It was a male impulse. You're unbelievably gorgeous and I couldn't help myself."

I smiled at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he unzipped his pants and that he was rock hard. He must have been giving himself a little pleasure while he was pleasuring me. I bit my lip as I moved my hand down to the waistband of his pants and began to push it down. Vince looked shocked by my move.

"It brings you pleasure to hear me moan. I want to return the favor." I gave him a sexy smirk, and then turned my attention back to his beckoning erection.

I pulled his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. It was roughly seven inches long and thick. I took hold of it and lowered my head just enough for my lips to graze the tip. His breathing was rapid and his cock was growing even harder beneath my touch. I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and lightly swirled it around the tip. I heard a throaty groan come from Vince. I paused until his groaning subsided, then continued.

I lowered myself further down, taking his head into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around him, covering every inch of his cock. I kept lowering myself further, giving every inch of him the attention he had earned. He gripped the edge on the couch and threw his head back, moaning loudly. I took him all the way back to my throat before I began sucking on him. 

All of this was making me wet again. I greedily moved my hand to my clit and began massaging it with my finger, hoping to push myself towards another orgasm. Soon, two of Vince's fingers found their way into my dripping cunt and he began his assault on it again. The shock caused me to stop sucking and moan loudly on his cock. He groaned louder in response to my vibrations. 

I returned my attention to the dick in my mouth, tracing the underside of it with the tip of my tongue. I was loving this cock in my mouth, taking him in deeper and deeper and sucking. I furiously flicked my clit, pushing myself closer to orgasm.

"Oh, Liz. You're amazing!" he moaned.

He increased the tempo of his fingers, driving me wild. Soon, his cock in my mouth wasn't enough for me. I needed him inside of me. 

I removed his fingers from inside of me, whimpering from the void. I repositioned myself, hovering my opening over his cock. After a moment, I lowered myself onto his dick. Vince and I moaned in unison as he filled and stretched me. I was so close to cumming already. It wouldn't take much now.

I started moving my body up and down, riding his shaft. Vince grabbed my hips, helping to steady me as I increased my speed. We were both moaning as I slammed down onto his cock repeatedly. It felt amazing.

It wasn't long before another orgasm washed over me. Vince held me as I screamed out, before collapsing into his body. I tried desperately to regain control of my breathing. I had no energy, but Vince still hadn't cum. Yet, he was determined to change that.

Vince laid me down on the couch and removed his shirt, exposing his flat chest and subtle abs. He grabbed my thighs, spreading them as far apart as possible. He pushed his dick as far into me as he could, stretching me further and causing me to whimper. He repositioned his hands on my hips. He pulled out slowly and rammed back into me hard and fast. I grabbed the arm of the couch as I screamed out in pleasure. My senses were already on high alert and every move he made was a shock. 

Vince repeated his slow, rhythmic motions. It was pleasant, but I wanted more. I slammed my pelvis back against his incoming cock. I wanted him to cum with me.

"Faster," I moaned. 

Vince obliged. He slammed into me harder and faster than before. I met him thrust for thrust, moaning and screaming a sting of curses as my orgasm was reaching its peak. I was holding it back as much as I could. My nerves were fried, my skin burned, and my heart raced. I wanted him to cum with me.

I bit my lip trying to contain it, but I couldn't hold it back much longer. Vince gritted his teeth and slammed into me as fast and hard as possible. A few more thrusts and he exploded deep inside me, roaring out at his climax. I joined in him in a simultaneous orgasm, screaming his name as the pleasure swept over me. 

Warmth rushed out of me while he filled me. I felt fuller than before and loved the sensation. When he completely emptied into me, Vince collapsed. We were both soaked in sweat and each other's juices as we laid there. I didn't have the strength to move, nor did I want to. I was enjoying everything about this moment. Nothing else occupied my mind.

We laid there for what seemed like hours. Our labored breathing was the only sound that filled the room. 

Vince made the first move, pulling out of me and standing up over my weak body. A smile of satisfaction filled his face. He moved his cock up to my mouth and I greedily cleaned our cocktail of juices from it. We tasted amazing together. He crouched down next to me, moving my messy hair from my face and planting a gentle kiss upon my forehead.

"That's how a bride should be treated on her wedding night: fucked until she is completely satisfied."

I smirked.

"Who said I was completely satisfied?"

Vince returned my smirk, his eyes filled with hunger as he climbed back on top of me, ready to go again.



Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 03



Arriving at the stables, Marco opened the door, stepped aside and waved his hand and did a mock bow. Binky stepped inside closing the stable door behind her and bolting it. Marco pushed her against it and pulled her denim mini skirt up to her waist and traced his fingers across the top of her knickers, moving his hands round to the back he cupped her buttocks in his hands. Hands so large they totally covered her. He pushed his hands to the side opening her bottom before kissing her, slowly at first, before becoming more urgent, his tongue finding hers and flicking his own against it. Binky felt a dam of desire explode inside her and trickle through her body making her legs feel weak as she succumbed to Marco. Her mind wandered to the pure hard sex they were going to have before she was aware that Marco had abruptly stopped kissing her and had pulled down her skirt. Binky looked at him a frown of confusion darkening her elfin features.

"Do you know what I think we should do?" Marco kissed Binky's forehead. "I think we should completely re-enact the first time we fucked. So, we discuss the same things we did that day. Have similar conversations and do exactly what we did."

"Surely you are not seriously expecting me to remember word for word our exact conversation?" Binky asked exasperated beyond belief that Marco had stopped just as she had just been ready to get on with giving and receiving sexual pleasure. "It was nearly eleven years ago for Gods sake."

Marco threw back his head and laughed and if Binky hadn't known better she would have thought he was being a tad patronising. 

"I'm not asking you to remember the conversation verbatim. We can ad lib all that but you must remember how it all started and what we did?"

How could she forget? Fucking Marco had come as a complete surprise to her. She'd been studying for her A levels and had only discovered sex six months earlier in another unexpected situation. After losing her virginity, Binky had enjoyed the experience so much, she'd announced to her best friend Julia that she was going to fuck every day for the rest of her life. The fact it had been Julia's father who Binky had slept with was a tiny piece of information Binky certainly wasn't going to divulge to Julia. Binky's shell had been opened and a deep, horny switch had been flicked on in her brain. She had been as true as she could be to her word ever since. 

"Ok let's do it." Binky smiled at Marco and traced her finger across his lips. "Should be good."

"Good girl, so go and get your riding gear back on and remember I want everything to be the same as it was that day."

Ten minutes later, Binky walked into the stables wearing her jodhpurs', riding shirt and riding jacket. She had put her hair in plaits, riding hat under one arm, her riding crop in the other. 

Marco had his back to her and was putting hay out in Jasper's stable. Binky went over to the fence that surrounded the stables, put on her riding hat and leant on the fence watching Marco as he worked. Already Binky was beginning to feel eighteen again and it gave her a bigger thrill then she ever could have imagined. She continued to watch Marco undetected as she had that all those years ago. She took a brief moment to admire his strong arms and broad manly shoulders before she coughed announcing her presence.

"Binky! I didn't hear you come in, have you had a good day at school?" Marco asked, propping his hands on the top of the rake and resting his chin on them.

"I have been to college, Marco not school." Binky admonished. "I'm not a child you know."

Marco looked her up and down, his eyes briefly resting on her breasts before his eyes found hers; he nodded his head in approval.

"I can see you are looking more grown up Binky, it's like it's happened over night."

Binky climbed onto the fence and sat down, taking off her riding hat she handed it to Marco who took it off her and hung it up with Jaspers tack. "I'm more grown up than you think Marco, believe me." Binky casually looked at her nails before looking up at Marco and flashing him a smug, sarcastic smile. 

Marco laughed. "Well who am I to argue? What time is your father home? We are meant to be taking a new horse but if your father isn't here to sign and the damn horse will have to be sent back."

Binky shrugged and adjusted the bobble at the end of one of her plaits. 

"You know my father as well as I do Marco, if he isn't working or playing golf he's fucking some slut, so in answer to your question, I haven't got a clue when he will be home."

"Binky! You shouldn't say things like that about your father." Marco wagged his finger at her. "That is very, very naughty."

"It's not naughty, it's the truth and what isn't nice about the comment I made? Fucking is a great thing to do isn't it?" She looked at Marco defiantly. "I think it's a great way to spend your time."

Marco smiled and picked up his rake, resuming his work in the stable. "I doubt you know anything about that Binky."

"You'd be surprised, just because I look innocent doesn't mean I am, not by a long chalk."

"Maybe I like you being innocent Binky. Maybe the thought that you are is what could possibly drive a man wild."

Binky took a packet of chewing gum out of her jacket pocket and popped one in her mouth before offering one to Marco. Marco propped his rake against Jaspers stable and walked over to her. Taking the packet from her he popped one in his mouth his eyes never leaving Binky's as she blew a bubble and popped it. 

"So go on, why do you like the innocent look? Do you want me to go back inside and put my school uniform on or something?" Binky teased. "Do you think that would do it for you?"

Marco smiled. "Your little plaits are enough." He took one in his hand and gave it a tug. "If I didn't know any different I would think you are trying to seduce me.

Binky stroked his face. "Maybe I am." 

Marco took hold of her hand and put her fingers into his mouth, slowly sucking the tips of each one. 

"Now that would be a very, very naughty thing to do Binky."

"Maybe I should show you how naughty I can be." Binky hit the side of Marco's thigh with her riding crop. "Also, maybe I want you to show me how naughty you can be." 

Binky leaned forward and kissed Marco's lips before running her tongue first across the top and then along his bottom lip. She slipped her hands under his shirt and ran her fingers down the hair that trailed from his belly button to the top of his jeans, her hands slipping beneath the waist band of his jeans before moving round to his back. Binky reached up to his shoulders, feeling his masculinity, her pussy beginning to moisten in the process. She stroked her fingers down his spine causing him to gasp.

"I don't think we should be doing this." Marco murmured, his warm breath whispering against her ear. 

Binky undid the buckle on his belt. "Oh I think we should and I want you to do whatever you like to me, really I don't mind and if you enjoy it well, maybe we can make this a regular arrangement, if I think you're are good enough that is."

Marcos pulled her to him sliding her off the fence, grabbing her pert bottom in his hands, his cock straining against the denim of his jeans and pressing harshly against Binky's pubic bone as he kissed her. A deep kiss, his tongue running across her teeth before exploring her mouth, the minty taste of his tongue caused Binky's insides to fizz, that fizz increasing as Marcos hands moved between her legs. Through her jodhpurs', Marco could feel how warm and inviting she was, cupping her in his hands he started to rub her, slowly at first before gathering speed. Binky grabbed his shoulders as her legs weakened causing her to think they might buckle at any minute as the orgasm started.

"Still sure I won't be good enough?" Marco whispered, dipping his tongue in her ear. Faster and faster he rubbed until Binky's legs started to shake as her body climaxed and she felt like her mind and body had exploded as she came, as hard and as fast as Marco's hand.

Stopping, Marco looked at her a slow smile spreading over his lips. He barely gave her chance to recover before he took hold of her hand and led her over to the bales of hay that were stacked against the stable wall. Pulling two away, Marco laid them side by side making a make shift bed. He took a couple of horse blankets off the pegs on the wall and tossed them over the hay. He turned to Binky, his face was unreadable and Binky felt slightly unnerved as to what was going to happen next. Marco and his stance smacked of pure horniness and maybe she had actually bitten off more than she could chew.

"You know Í like a challenge." Marco told her, unzipping the flies on his jeans. "Being competitive is part of my nature, but before I show you how good I am, you have to show me what you have learnt in the last six months, after all, I need to know what my competitor is bringing to the table in order to win your affections."

Binky felt her stomach flip and twist simultaneously, she really did feel like she had been transported exactly back to the first time Marco had uttered those words to her. Then she had been excited and almost fearful. She'd experienced the pressure of sexual excitement and had wondered exactly what Marco was expecting her to do. Of course she knew exactly what was coming and yet she still felt the same tension building inside her as if she was facing the prospect of being fucked by Marco for the first time.

Marco released his cock from his jeans; and Binky let out a small gasp. 

"Sit down." Marco ordered and Binky did as she was told, sitting down on the bales of hay in the corner of the stables. She pressed her knees together, her hands resting on the hay by her sides, a look of expectancy dominating her features.

Marco moved forward and pushed his cock against Binky's lips before moving it up and down, stoking it gently across her cheeks before moving it back down so it was a couple of inches away from her lips. "I want you to spit on it." He ordered.

Binky did as she was told, her spit soaking the tip, Marco's tanned, Italian cock illuminated the whiteness of her spittle foam, before drips started to slip off the end of Marcos cock, landing on her jodhpurs'

"Now wank me." He ordered. 

Binky momentarily paused as she thought this through exactly like she had years ago. Marco grabbed hold of her hand and placed it on his cock. Inexpertly, Binky moved her hands up and down his cock before Marco took charge teaching her exactly how he liked to be masturbated. His hands moving slowly at first before moving rhythmically faster with each thrust of his cock through her fingers, Binky felt his fingers tighten over hers.

"Oh that's right baby." Marco groaned, aiding her a few moments longer before taking his fingers off hers and leaving her to do it alone. Binky did her best to keep up the rhythm, her eyes locked in concentration on Marco's cock and her hand pleasuring him. Marco pushed his jeans down to his ankles and moved his body into the same rhythm she had been using before he moved his hands round to the back of her head. Gently he pushed her head forward so that with every wanking motion the tip of he cock gently pressed against her lips.

"So this guy you've been fucking, have you sucked his cock?"

Binky looked up at Marco and shook her head. Marco laughed to himself before biting his lip.

"Binky, you really shouldn't lay down challenges. Are you sure you still want me to be naughty? Or, no, I will rephrase that; shall I show you how GOOD I can be? I think possibly that's a gauntlet you have laid down without even thinking of the consequences."

Binky smiled. This role playing was really turning her on but to be honest she was also finding it frustrating, she was in reality now an experienced twenty eight years old. Of course if she wanted to, she could take the whole of Marcos cock into her mouth in one go but doing that would definitely break the moment but she was getting a bit pissed off with the little girl lost act when she was anything but. For two pins she would ask Marco to fuck her mouth like he would her pussy. As that horny thought invaded her mind, Marco pushed his cock into her mouth. 

"Lets go with the flow okay? If this all gets too much for either of us, we will fast forward time ok?" Marco murmured, sensing Binky's frustration.

"Now I don't want you to think that the way you stroked my cock and your little confession didn't drive me wild it did. It drove me to distraction and for two pins we could fuck like the adults we are but I want to remember the girl before I fuck the woman ok?"

Binky nodded, with a mouth full of cock that was about all she could do.

"Lick it; roll your tongue all over it. Mmm that's it." Marco took her fingers again and placed them on his cock. "Wank me at the same time like a good girl and suck it, just like you'd suck an ice pop Binky."

Binky closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his cock and found herself lost in the moment. The sooner she could take him properly the better. Marco pushed his cock into her mouth further and further until he made her gag slightly, her eyes involuntarily watered causing her mascara to run down her cheeks. Hastily she used her free hand to wipe the corners of her eyes but Marco grabbed her fingers in his, stopping her. "Don't worry Binky, as you get older you realise that running mascara is immaterial to a man. It doesn't matter to him what you look like as long as you are sucking his cock."

Roughly Marco wiped the tears away with his work worn thumbs, the skin slightly grazing her cheeks. Suddenly and without any warning, Marco pushed his cock further into Binky's mouth and started to it in and out slowly at first before gathering pace, his hand tightening around her plaits as he pulled them hard, holding them like the she would hold Jaspers' reins as she rode him hard. 

Marco groaned "I have had enough now Binky lets fuck properly."

Binky felt like a Roman candle firework had suddenly been lit inside her as Marco took himself out of her mouth, before kneeling down in front of her. Roughly he pulled down her jodhpurs'; his hands gripped each side of her knickers as he tugged at them, ripping the elastic before tearing them away from her. Her pussy was exposed to the cool July breeze as his thumbs moved down the sides of her pussy before reaching her clit. Lightly he rubbed it before pushing her on to her back. He moved her legs over his shoulders, blowing over her pussy lips before giving them tentative kisses and licks before Binky felt she was going to combust. 

Gently at first he put his two fingers inside her before moving them further and further inside her until he found the spot he was looking for. As rhythmically as she had wanked his cock, Marco moved his fingers round and brought her to an easy orgasm before she felt herself building up again almost immediately with a familiar feeling, as Marco reached his goal, Binky felt her mind go totally blank as gushed all over Marco's fingers. He moved his face and buried it into her pussy as if he didn't want to waste a drop. 

Leaning back on his heels and looked at Binky; his face was glistening with her juices. 

"I don't remember you doing that."

Binky laughed, "It's a skill I have acquired over time."

Marco stood up and motioned with his finger. "Turn round, get on all fours."

Binky did as she was told her heart banging in her chest with anticipation as she felt Marcos tongue run from her pussy right up to her arse and back again. Roughly Marco spread her cheeks wide and with no warning at all, he pushed his cock deep inside her. The slow build up was obviously too much for them as Binky pushed herself against his cock hard as he thrust himself frantically inside her, his cock was banging her so hard the pain was unbearably horny. Suddenly the rhythm increased as Marco was riding towards his climax. Suddenly he groaned and pulled himself out of her. Grabbing her hair he turned her face round and shot hot streaks of cum up her back and across her face, before rubbing the cum into her back.

"That was amazing." Marco leant back on his haunches allowing himself to momentarily recover before standing and pulling up his jeans. He zipped himself up, watching Binky as she pushed the streaks of cum off her face with her fingers before sucking them clean of his juices. 

"I couldn't have put it any better myself, you taste amazing by the way." Binky turned round and picked her jodhpurs up off the stable floor.

"So have I shown you how naughty I can be?" Marco asked.

Binky nodded. "Well, to be fair I think that is probably just the start of what you are capable of Marco."

Marco buckled his belt and sat down beside her. Marco's face suddenly became serious as he looked at her intently. "I was thinking that maybe we could make it a regular thing?"

Binky pulled on her riding boots and turned to look at him. "Do you know what Marco; I don't think that's a bad idea. I don't think that's a bad idea at all."



Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 03



Author's Note: I finished the first phase of my novella (for any readers keeping track) and since I usually let things stew for a day before I move on, I decided to continue writing. Seeing as I have neglected fans of this series for several months, I decided to publish another chapter. I'll probably alternate which series I work on alongside the novella, so stay tuned for more chapters. 

*****

Chapter Three: A Bittersweet Honeymoon

I laid there for a few moments, exhausted but unfulfilled. What had happened? Sex with Dennis was usually amazing. I had never had an issue climaxing at least once in all of our times together. I'm one of the few who could boast a climax when I lost my virginity to Dennis years ago. Yet here on my honeymoon, I had nothing. 

My brain was running at a million miles an hour. Was this because of what I had done with Alex and Vince? Was it going to be like this from now on? Oh God, how was Dennis going to react?

He pulled himself off me, just enough to look into my eyes.

"Liz, that was phenomenal," he said, his breathing heavy. "I missed that so much."

He lazily rolled off me, falling to my left. He took me in his arms and pulled me close to him.

"How was it for you?"

"Amazing, as always," I lied. I couldn't bare hurting his feelings. Besides, how was I going to explain my lack of climax to him? I could just imagine: Sorry Dennis, I couldn't cum for you, but if you ask Alex, he could give you a play by play of my orgasm. Yea, that would go over well.

I laid in his arms, listening to his breathing. I was lost in thought, regretting everything that I had done up until this point. My marriage had just begun and I was already ruining it. I had to behave, but when I wasn't satisfied, it was becoming more and more difficult to be a good wife. 

I looked over at Dennis and he was fast asleep. I touched his face lightly and he didn't stir. I knew I was still very much in love with my husband, but I was sexually frustrated during a time when I really shouldn't be.

I laid next to him for two hours, listening to his breathing and his heartbeat, hoping they would lead me to sleep. It never came. 

I climbed out of bed and looked at the clock. It was still relatively early. I could hear people still down at the pool and at the bar. I figured a strong drink or two would help me go to bed. Donning my brown bikini and green wrap, I headed down to join in the fun and festivities.

***

"Pina colada, please," I asked the bartender, hopping onto the barstool. As I waited patiently for my drink, I scanned the crowd around me, which mostly comprised of young couples and college students. It wasn't exactly what I expected for Hawaii.

I sat quietly, sipping my drink. After my time with Vince, I figured it was best for me not to engage my bartender this time. I didn't want it becoming a habit. 

That's not to say that there wasn't eye candy all around me. Many of the men were incredibly attractive and most of them were in peak athletic condition. I felt an all too familiar ache between my legs as I savored the sight.

"Six beers," I heard a guy say next to me. He looked like he wasn't old enough to drink as he had a boyish face, similar to Dennis. However, the difference lay in their body. This guy was muscle and not much else. He wasn't massive in size, but their wasn't an ounce of fat. He had dark brown hair that was soaked and stuck to his head.

He gave me a quick glance, before doing a double take. I guess he noticed my appreciation of him. I quickly turned back to my drink, pretending to have seen nothing.

"And another drink for my friend over here," he said, pointing to me. He gave me a charming smile and I returned it.

"Kent," he said, reaching out his hand.

"I'm Liz," I grasped his firm hand, shaking it gently. "Thanks for the drink."

"No problem. So what is a pretty girl like you doing in Hawaii? Let me guess, your here for a surf competition."

I laughed.

"What makes you think that?"

"You are in stellar shape and have a gorgeous tan. Has to be from surfing."

I laughed again.

"I have never been on a surfboard a day in my life, but I might consider taking it up now."

Kent gave me a cute smile, joining me in my laughter.

"So why are you here?"

"Honeymoon."

"Really?" His voice conveyed the same shock that his face held. "You seem a little young to be married."

"I'm twenty-one, so I guess I am."

Kent raised his beer to me, keeping the same smile.

"Congratulations then. Where is the lucky man?"

I sighed.

"Asleep."

The joy escaped from Kent's face at my admission. 

"Shouldn't he be spending his honeymoon with you?"

"Yep. But, alas. Here I am, alone at the poolside bar."

Kent grabbed the remaining beers.

"Come on. You shouldn't be sitting alone here. My teammates and I have a hot tub. You can come and chat with us."

I considered saying no, but I didn't want to sit at the bar looking depressed and pathetic anymore. I followed Kent as he led the way.

The tub was filled with seven other guys, each one in peak physical condition, as well as three other girls, each incredibly beautiful. I felt slightly out of place being the only married person in a group of singles.

Kent introduced me to the guys around the tub, all who played on his college baseball team. The girls were given no introduction, but they looked like they had no desire to get to know me. They eyed me with contempt as they pulled themselves closer to their respective men. I smirked with pride as I realized they considered me a threat.

I slipped into the tub next to a muscular man, whose physical appearance put everyone else to shame. He had short, blond hair and piercing green eyes. He looked incredibly stern for being in a cheerful group. He sat back comfortably, drinking from his beer and not engaging in conversation.

As I slipped in next to him, his eyes followed my every movement. I tried not to look at him, as his stare made my heart race. I loved when a man visibly appreciated me.

The conversation changed to me when I entered the group. Some of the guys groaned when Kent told them I was married, earning the ire of the other girls. Everyone was incredibly friendly.

"You know what this party needs?" Kent asked after some talking. Everyone shook their heads, unsure of the answer. 

"SHOTS!" Everyone cheered as Kent got up out the tub.

"Carter," he said to the man next to me. "It's your turn to buy a round."

Carter reached behind him and grabbed his room key, handing it to Kent.

"Here," his said, in a deep sexy voice. It alone made my juices start to flow. I instantly rid my mind of the dirty thought.

"What is our poison?" Kent asked.

"What do you like?" Carter asked me. I was surprised and entranced that he had spoken to me. It took me a moment to straighten my mind before I could respond.

"Fireball."

Carter nodded to Kent, who scurried off to get our shots. Carter kept staring at me as I returned to conversation with the other baseball players. I felt his arm drape behind me, but not touch me. His closeness was electric and my nerves tingled with a desire to be touched.

Kent soon returned with our shots and we all threw them back. A few minutes later, the bartender showed up with more shots, enough for each of us to have two. The girls couldn't hold their liquor well and were giggly and touchy after their next shot. 

After my third shot, my body was loosening and I was becoming more relaxed. I didn't notice Carter's draped arm was now resting on my shoulder. His free hand was on my thigh, his fingers rubbing it gently. 

I should've pulled away and told him to stop, but I couldn't. It felt so good to be touched by him. My blood was coursing through my veins and the ache between my legs was growing. It was taking all my strength not show the signs of my arousal. 

We we're forgotten by those around us. The girls had become far more aggressive, straddling their men and kissing them intently. All three couples soon departed to their rooms, leaving behind myself, Kent, Carter, and three other guys.

Kent and the other players were deep in conversation about a recent game they had and none of them were paying me any attention. 

Carter's hand slid further up my leg until it hit the apex of my thigh. I gasped lightly as he hit my swollen nub beneath my swim bottoms. He chuckled softly and lowered his head to my ear, stopping an inch from it.

"Hot and horny. The perfect combination," he whispered in my ear. His breath against my neck was arousing and I twisted slightly beneath his touch.

Carter discreetly pulled my hand over to his lap, resting on his erection. He was rock hard and thick. I could feel his cock pulsating beneath my hand. I whimpered at the feeling of his manhood, imagining it buried deep inside me.

"You make me so hard, Liz. It fucking hurts," he continued through gritted teeth.

I trembled at his words and the ferocity contained within his voice. I looked around the tub. The guys still weren't paying us any mind. Carter could fuck me right here, right now and they would never know.

Suddenly, I felt one of Carter's thick fingers move underneath my bottoms and he flicked my clit. I bit my lip trying to stifle a moan. He chuckled and did it again and again. My body would tense beneath his touch, as my arousal grew greater. It wasn't enough for him. 

He slid his finger deep into my aching pussy and I almost couldn't stop myself from moaning. Carter groaned lightly in his throat as he plunged inside me.

"God, Liz. You're so tight," he whispered. "I don't think you could handle my cock just yet. I'm going to need to ease you into it."

He eased a second finger into my eager cunt. I bit my lip harder, not wanting our behavior to be exposed to the others, although there was something hot at the possibility of getting caught. He slammed his fingers into me repeatedly. With each push, his fingers slid into me easier. With each push, my arousal grew higher. I was on the cusp of coming undone.

Unexpectedly, he maneuvered a third finger into me. I arched my back, suppressing my moan as my orgasm washed through me. I quaked in Carter's grasp as I rode out my pleasure. 

"There we go, baby," he whispered when my body stopped shaking. "You should be ready for me now."

He pushed into me a few more times before finally pulling out. I whimpered at the loss of his fingers, wanting them back.

I looked up at the sound of splashing water. Kent and the other men were leaving the hot tub, heading in the direction of the pool. Once they were out of sight, Carter pulled me up and out of the water. Taking my hand, he pulled me down a path in the opposite direction.

My heart was racing with excitement, but my nerves were on edge with fear. What was he going to do with me?

Soon, we reached a storage house that was far enough away that you couldn't hear any commotion from the pool. The only visible light came from the moon. We were completely alone.

We rounded the corner to the back of the shed and Carter threw me against the back wall.

"I'm going to take great pleasure in fucking you, Liz."

Carter pulled at my top, freeing my breasts from their thin covering. He lowered his face and savagely attacked my erect nipple with his mouth. His hand latched onto my other breast, massaging it roughly in his strong hands. 

I was panting and groaning uncontrollably. My back arched in enjoyment, slipping more of my breast into his hungry mouth. He continued licking, sucking, and biting my nipple as hard as he could. My arousal was so high that all I felt was pleasure instead of pain.

"Careful," a whispered to him through gasps. "Don't leave any marks for my husband to see."

He ripped his lips away from my breast, and stared into my eyes. All I could see was his uncontrollable, carnal hunger, causing the dampness between my legs to get worse.

"Fuck your husband," he commanded through gritted teeth. "If he actually gave a shit, it would be his cock you would be tasting, not mine."

He pushed me to my knees and pulled down his blue swim trunks, freeing his member. He was an average length, but he was thick, possibly thicker than his three fingers.

He pushed the head of it against my lips. I opened and he slammed all the way in. I nearly choked on him and my eyes were pooling with tears. 

"Suck it for me, baby. Do a good job and I'll fuck you nice and hard."

Eager to have his cock in me, I obliged, swirling my tongue around his shaft as I bobbed up and down. Above me, I heard Carter groan in enjoyment. He brought his hand to the back of my head forcing me to the base every time. I did my best to suppress my gag reflex as I let him fuck my face. My tongue coated his entire shaft, showing extra attention to his sensitive head.

"Oh, fuck," he cried, pulling out of my mouth.

He lowered himself to his knees, looking into my eyes.

"You're a great little cock sucker, but I want that tight pussy."

Carter flipped me around, pushing my breasts and head into the dirt, and leaving my ass raised in the air. He ripped my bottoms down my thighs and lined the tip of his member up with my dripping hole. He paused for a moment, building the anticipation, before slamming into me.

The ground muffled my cries as Carter filled me, stretching my pussy to accommodate his massive manhood. He didn't go slow and easy. Instead, he pounded into me hard. I cried out each time he filled me and whimpered from the absence of his cock.

"That's it. Take it baby."

It wasn't much longer when my body went rigid as the warmth spread through me from my first orgasm. I cried out loudly as my pussy clenched on Carter's cock, coating him in my juices.

"Fuck," he screamed as my tight cunt became tighter. He pounded into me harder, slapping my ass as he rode me.

"I'm going to destroy this pussy, Liz. Every other man that comes after me will never be able to satisfy you."

"Yes," I begged, barely able to speak. "My pussy is all yours."

"Damn right it is." He slammed into me harder than ever imaginable and it became too much. I screamed out as another orgasm washed over me, crippling me.

As soon as I came down from my high, I felt Carter's cock swell inside me. He pulled out quickly and I felt him spray every drop of his hot semen all over my ass, groaning out as his climax overtook him.

Carter grabbed my arm and spun me towards him, positioning my mouth next to his cock.

"Clean me up," he ordered. I nodded and opened my mouth, taking his softening penis inside. I licked every drop of myself off his cock, and milked what little cum was left in him.

I fell back on the grass, completely spent. Above me, Carter pulled on his swimsuit and left, without saying a word. 

I wanted to chase him down, but I couldn't move. Instead, I laid in the grass, coated in moonlight, with my swim bottoms about mid-thigh and my tits exposed to the elements. I couldn't think of anything except for the amazing fuck I just had with Carter.

When I finally regained my strength, I adjusted myself to be presentable and headed back towards the pool. The hot tub was empty when I returned. As I passed the pool, there was no sign of Carter. Kent and his buddies were throwing each other around in the water, but I had no desire to speak to them.

I returned to my room and my sleeping husband. I quickly hopped in the shower, washing away the sand, dirt, and cum from my body. I examined my breasts and was relieved that there was no bruising.

Once clean, I returned to my bed and into my husband's arms. It took only a few moments before I was in a blissful sleep.



Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 04



Chapter Four: Making the Move

I threw my head back, grunting in frustration. I was over all this tedious, mind-numbing packing. Since returning from our honeymoon to Hawaii, I had been packing up our apartment in preparation for our move into our first house. Dennis had been working late every day at the hospital, exempting him from the dull task.

It also did nothing for our sex life, which was becoming increasingly stressful. I still hadn't told Dennis about my affair with his best friend, Alex, or our wedding bartender, Vince, or the hunky college baseball star, Carter, nor did I have any plans to. I was taking Vince's advice of starting each day a new and not thinking about my transgressions, except when I needed some masturbatory material.

It was becoming apparent that I was a slut, with an uncontrollable lust for cock. While most would claim this behavior was destructive to my marriage, to me, it was keeping it a float. 

When I get sexually frustrated, I'm not exactly the nicest person to be around. I get angry easily and the stupidest things set me off. It was nothing short of a miracle that we survived the engagement sex free. Now, Dennis was always working and when he wasn't, he was too exhausted for sex. By getting my satisfaction from other men, I wasn't my usual ticking time bomb self. If I had abstained, Dennis and I would surely be heading for divorce court by now.

That was how I was justifying everything to myself, but I was barely believing it. A small part of me was ashamed at my wanton behavior; however, another, larger part of me was incredibly turned on by it all.

As I sat against the wall, surrounded by boxes, I thought back to the promiscuous actions and the men who claimed me: Carter and his ferocity as he pounded into me like an animal, Vince and his sweetness as he explored my body freely, and Alex. The situation with Alex was incredibly naughty. He was Dennis's best friend, who walked in on me masturbating to the thought of him, then easily seduced me, fucking me in my martial bed, when my husband wouldn't.

I grew instantly wet at the thought of these men and what they had done to me. I wanted to touch myself, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. The dildo wouldn't do anything for me now, either. What I needed was another man's cock.

I sat against the wall weighing my options. A small voice inside me was screaming at me to stop this madness, to protect the sanctity of marriage, but this voice was suppressed by ever growing craving.

What to do? Decisions. Decisions.

***

I sauntered down two flights of steps to reach my destination. I was hoping he was home, but to be honest, I didn't know how I was going to do this. I had always been seduced into cheating. I never had to seduce someone before and wasn't sure how to go about doing it.

I had dressed in sexy clothes. I was wearing a short white crop top and a short denim skirt. I was braless and in the right light, it was easy to see through the fabric. I had a pair of white, lacy thong panties on, figuring I'd leave a little to the imagination. I kept my long blonde hair down, even though it was hot. I knew he loved my hair like that.

My target was my neighbor Jack, who had had a crush on me since we moved into the apartment. We were good friends and there were many nights that I spent with him when Dennis was unable to keep me company. With Dennis and me moving out this weekend, I figured this was an opportunity to give Jack what he had craved for all those years, as well as fulfill my own sexual desires.

When Jack opened the door, his jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of me. He was speechless as I stood in the doorway, as a coy smile playing across my face. After a good minute, he corrected himself, although he was still a little shocked.

"Liz. Hey. What, uh, what's up?"

"Hey, Jack. How have you been?" I teased, biting my lip.

He ran his hands through his medium length black hair, trying to focus. I knew the sight of me like this was having the desired effect on him.

"Um, good, good. Just sitting here working on some music."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. I can come back later if you want."

He threw his hands up, signaling me to stop.

"No. No, it's fine. I can take a break for a little. How can I help you?"

I ran my hands through my hair, brushing it to my left side, exposing the right side of my neck. I bit my lip as I pretended to ponder what to ask.

"As you know, Dennis and I are moving out this weekend, so most of our stuff is packed. I stupidly didn't spare the tools and I have to disassemble the dining room table. Would you have a screwdriver I could borrow?"

"Yea. Come on in. I'll see if I can find it."

I followed Jack into his apartment. It was a weird mix of professional and amateur. Jack was an accountant, but at twenty-nine years old, he still had aspirations of being a musician. He played me a few songs before, some of which I was the muse for, and they were pretty good. What was keeping him back was his personality. Jack just wasn't the type to take risks, but I hoped that would change today. I needed it to.

I followed Jack's thin frame into the kitchen. He wasn't athletic like Carter and Alex, nor was he average like Vince. His frame was very similar to Dennis and there wasn't much to it.

What Jack lacked in physicality, he made up in appearance. His hair was a little longer than most men I was interested in, stopping just above his eyes. He had a masculine face, with a strong jawline that led to a prominent chin. His brown eyes contained various shades of brown, with hints of green. They were always so beautiful and I always enjoyed looking at them.

Jack opened a cabinet in the corner of the kitchen, pulling out a grey toolbox. He placed it on the countertop and started rummaging through it. I sat on a stool across from him, leaning forward a little more than usual to show him some cleavage.

His eyes wandered down, taking in the show. I had my hands positioned on the counter, just beneath my breasts to give them a little added push. I heard Jack's breathing catch in his throat for a moment. He swallowed hard, attempting to regain focus and control.

"Uh, what kind of screwdriver did you need?"

"Phillips head, please."

Jack turned back to the toolbox, using it as a distraction. It wasn't enough for him and he had to keep idol conversation going to keep calm.

"So how was the wedding?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"It was lovely. The honeymoon was nice, too. If you ever come visit us, I'll have to show you the pictures."

"Sounds good." In one statement, I had effectively cut off many possible lines of conversation. 

He continued to search in silence, not looking at me. I was enjoying the effect I had on him. I was getting a taste of the power and control the other guys had on me.

"Here ya go," Jack finally said, handing the screwdriver to me.

"Thank you," I said, my fingers gently caressing his as I took the object.

He pulled away quickly and moved to return the toolbox to its proper place. While he did that, I hopped onto the countertop, leaning back slightly to push my breasts up. Jack was stunned when he turned around to see me. 

I smirked at him, my legs crossed in front of me. I wasn't going to play all my cards at once.

"So, are you going to miss me when I go?"

"Of course. But I'll try to visit. And you can always come to see my shows." He smiled sweetly, but he was a bundle of nerves, sweating in anxiety.

"Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched."

"Yea, sure. Anything in particular?" he asked,reaching for a glass.

"Water is fine, thank you."

Jack quickly had a glass of cold water in his hand. I took a gulp, purposely letting some of it spill out of my mouth and onto my shirt. It landed perfectly on my nipple, making it instantly erect.

"Oh, shit."

Jack looked down at my shirt and his eyes nearly fell out of his skull. He licked his lips in appreciation. I had him right where I wanted him.

"Do you like what you see?" I teased.

"Oh, God. I'm sorry, Liz."

I spread my legs open a little, revealing my moistening panties to him. His jaw dropped at my response.

"Don't be, Jack. I like it when men appreciate my body."

"You have an amazing body, Liz," he confessed.

I urged him to come closer to me, beckoning him with my finger. He obediently did as instructed. He stopped between my legs, his face inches from my breasts. My nipples were hard in anticipation of what was to come. If he took the bait, Jack's lips would be clamped down onto them in a matter of minutes.

"You know what I really like, Jack?"

He shook his head, his eyes still wide and eager. His breathing was shallow and his eyes darted between mine and the wet spot on my shirt.

"I really like it when a man physically appreciates my body." I pulled my shirt over my head, completely exposing my tits to Jack. He was in complete shock as he admired my mounds, each adorned with a painfully erect nipple, ready to be sucked and teased. 

I bit my lip, waiting for Jack's response. He just stared, at war with himself over what to do next.

"Wha-what about Dennis?" he finally asked.

"I'm not sitting in front of Dennis topless. I'm sitting in front of you Jack." 

I grabbed his hand, taking one of his fingers into my mouth. I sucked on it like a mini-cock. My tongue twirled around his digit and he groaned in response. After a moment, I removed his finger and ran it down between my breasts, then across to the nipple on my left breast. I used his finger to circle my nipple gently, straining it even further. I moaned lightly at the touch I was commanding.

Jack gasped in surprise at my bold move. He didn't pull his hand away when mine left his. He continued to circle my nipple, mesmerized by what was happening.

I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. My breasts were nearly smashing into his face.

"I know you want them, Jack," I whispered. "Go ahead. They're all yours."

Finally receiving permission, Jack pinched the nipple he had been circling. I squealed in delight as he pulled and twisted it, elongating it further. He mouth latched onto my other breast. He sucked as much of it into his mouth, pulling and tugging while his tongue circled my nipple. 

This was what I had been craving. I arched my back, panting and moaning as Jack gave my body the attention I desperately needed. My fingers threaded through his black hair, pushing him further onto my breast. He focused his mouth on my right nipple sucking and nibbling at it. 

"Your tits are amazing, Liz," he gasped. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to bury my face in them, just like this."

He returned to my breast hungry for more. But I didn't want him to linger there all day.

"If you think these are amazing, wait until you have the rest of me."

Jack pulled away, looking at me puzzled.

"Do you think we should be doing this, Liz? You're married now."

I didn't need him having misgivings, not when we were this close.

I smirked sexily at him, taking his hand and guiding it up my skirt.

"You tell me, Jack." His fingers pressed against the apex of my thighs, which were still covered by the lace panties. Jack gasped as he felt my swollen clit through the barrier. My panties were soaked and he looked at me apprehensively.

"I'm wet because of you, Jack. Because of what you do to me. Now, do you want to stop?"

"No," he said, weakly. His breathing was so ragged, he barely had enough air to say the single word.

I hopped off the counter and removed my skirt, standing in nothing but the thong. I grabbed one of his hands and brought it to my stomach. I looked into his eyes as I led his hand down to the waist and of my panties. I slipped it under and continued to guide his hand to my aching, dripping pussy.

Jack was stunned into silence until his finger grazed my overly sensitive clit. We gasped in pleasure together, but I continued to push his fingers further, until they were at the entrance to my sex. He groaned, feeling how wet and hot I was.

"Liz, you have no idea what I want to do to you," he whispered like he was asking for permission to violate me.

"Show me what you want to do to me, Jack."

Abruptly, he plunged his finger deep inside me. I cried out at the feeling of his invading digit. It felt so good to have something in my pussy, to help relieve the ache growing deep within. 

He thrust into me, slowly at first, but quickly gained speed as desire overtook him. He added another finger and slammed into me with such force I was forced back against the counter.

I threw my head back, moaning wildly as Jack buried his fingers deep inside me. It was a side I had never seen of him but was enjoying tremendously. He continued to plunder my pussy, determined to make me climax. 

With the same determination, I ground my pelvis against his fingers, forcing them deeper. Jack pulled my hair, tilting my head back. His lips found their way to mine as he kissed me passionately. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth, exploring every depth within. 

I whimpered as my body started to give way to an orgasm. My walls clenched against Jack's fingers, causing him to groan against my mouth. A rush of warmth coursed through my body and my juices coated Jack's fingers. I moaned against his mouth, but Jack never stopped kissing me. He became a man obsessed.

When I was spent, I fell back against the counter, my body completely relaxed. Jack withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving an unwanted void in my body. He stared at me as he licked his fingers clean. Instantly I was aroused again.

"Liz, you taste more delicious than I ever imagined." 

I smirked, as fresh desire took hold of my mind.

"Well, why don't we find out how you taste, Jack."

Without waiting for a response, I took his hand and led him to his bedroom. I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed onto of him. I kissed him ferociously, wanting to make sure he was as hard as possible when I took him in my mouth. For added measure, I ground my pelvis into his, feeling his cock between my legs.

I quickly moved down to his waist and unbuttoned his jeans, ripping them down, along with his boxers. In one motion, I freed his cock from its confinement.

"Oh my God," I whispered as I gazed at the largest cock I had ever seen. He was easily eleven inches long and four inches wide. I sat in awe as I stared at the massive member between Jack's legs.

Jack propped himself on his elbows and looked at me.

"Are you going to be okay? I know, it's kinda big."

As he spoke, I licked my lips. I knew I wouldn't be able to get him fully into my mouth, but I was going to enjoy tasting this amazing cock.

My lips descended onto him, parting at his overly sensitive head. I would be giving this part as much attention as I could. Jack groaned and fell back onto the mattress, panting.

I slowly lowered my mouth onto his shaft, accommodating what I could. As I licked my way down, my tongue twisted around his thickness. When I had as much in my mouth as possible, I groaned against his cock. Jack moaned wildly in response.

I traveled back up his shaft and returned my attention to the tip of his cock. I sucked lightly and swirled my tongue around it before trailing down to take more of him inside my mouth.

It became too much for his overly sensitive cock and Jack cried out, shooting a massive load of cum into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed every drop as fast as I could, moaning in enjoyment of the salty cocktail.

When I pulled out, Jack was still rock hard. I had never experienced a man who could keep an erection after blowing his load. I looked up at him, curiously.

"It does that sometimes," he responded nervously.

I smirked at him.

"Perfect. Now I don't have to wait to feel you inside me." I removed my panties and straddled him, but as soon as my leg was over, Jack rolled me onto my back, positioning himself between my legs.

"Trust me, you're going to want me on top."

Jack slid into my waiting pussy slowly, gauging my reaction. I moaned as he filled me, stretching my walls. When it felt like Jack had bottomed out, he kept pushing causing pressure inside of me. He stopped and I looked down to see he had a good three inches to go.

Jack pulled out and I groaned from the loss of his cock. He pushed in again, inciting another moan from me. He was able to go deeper this time. He repeated the process, each time going deeper than before until I finally felt his pelvis against mine.

"God, Liz. You're amazing. No woman has been able to take me entirely inside her the first time."

I moaned, enjoying being so filled.

"Well, let's see what you can do with it."

Jack smirked and picked up his pace. He thrust into me fast, filling me every time. I thrashed my head wildly, having never experienced this feeling before, but loving every second of it. He didn't have to slam into me hard to make me moan. 

It didn't take long for me to reach my orgasm. My body went rigid and my pussy clenched around his cock, spewing more juices from my body. It proved too much for Jack as he stilled and erupted inside of me. I didn't think my body had anymore space to accommodate his load, but it did.

I laid there with Jack's body sprawled on top of me, trying to regain my strength. My breathing was barely existent and my heart was pounding in my ears. I was enjoying this post-coital bliss.

"I love you, Liz."

My eyes shot open in disbelief. He didn't just say that? Please, let me have imagined that.

Jack propped himself up on his elbows, gazing into my eyes.

"I've always had a crush on you, but it wasn't until now that I realized I love you."

Here he was, still inside me, and now he was confessing his love for me. No. This wasn't happening.

"No, Jack. You're confused," I said, trying to right this situation.

Jack smiled, shaking his head. 

"I've never been surer of anything in my life. You were made for me. We're perfect together in every way. I want to be with you, Liz."

"Jack, I can't. You misunderstand."

His face dropped and he pulled out of me. I whimpered from the loss of his cock.

"What do you mean?"

I propped myself up on my elbows, facing Jack. 

"Jack, I'm married to Dennis. I'm his wife."

"But, we just had sex," he stammered.

"And it was amazing. Mind-blowing even."

Jack ran his fingers through his hair trying make sense of all this.

"I don't get it. If you love Dennis, then why did you seduce me?"

I sighed, trying to figure out how to tell him everything that has happened.

"Dennis isn't meeting my sexual needs. He just isn't around enough. So, I've been finding release elsewhere."

Jack stood up, shocked by my confession.

"So, you've done this before? How many times?"

"Three."

"So, what? I'm just another notch on your belt?" He was in full-blown freak out mode.

I stood up, trying to comfort Jack.

"No, it's not like that."

"You used me, Liz," he said with visible pain in his eyes, on his face, and in his voice. "You seduced me for your own personal pleasure, knowing I liked you. I thought we were friends."

I was hurt by his words, but they were so truthful. All this time, I had been thinking of my own needs that I hadn't even considered how my behavior affected the men I was with. 

"I'm sorry," I said, trying to reach out to Jack. He stepped back, his face contorted in anger.

"I need you to leave, Liz. Now."

I didn't argue. I was in no place to do so. I gathered my clothes quickly , got dressed, and left, without another word to Jack.

When I reached my apartment, I crumpled to the floor. What was I doing? This wasn't like me to cheat. The whole idea of it was sexy and erotic, but in practice I was hurting people. Jack hated me and I would be lucky if he didn't tell Dennis. 




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My thoughts raced back to the other men. What if my behavior had a similar affect on them? Carter obviously didn't care, when he left me spent outside the shed. Vince and I parted amicably. He even told me I was always welcome back for more. Then there was Alex.

I hadn't spoken to him since the wedding. I didn't even know where he was. His words at the reception resonated in my head and I could still picture the pain on his face. Had our interaction hurt him like I had hurt Jack? 

I didn't know and part of me thought I would never find out. Dennis was busy, so he had no time to contact Alex.

Dennis. My husband. He was the person I was hurting most in this. Orgasms with him were getting harder with each man I fucked. The more unsatisfied I was, the more likely I was to seek comfort in another man, leaving me in a vicious, never ending cycle. 

I wasn't going to live my life like that. I wanted to give my marriage a real chance. Sitting on the floor of my apartment in tears, I promised I was going to stop my cheating ways and be a loyal wife to my husband. I had to, before someone else got hurt.



Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 05



Chapter Five: Meeting the Neighbors

I pulled apart the cardboard base of the last box, collapsing it into a flat sheet, before easily sliding it into the other collection of boxes set to be recycled. After two days of unpacking, Dennis and I were finally settled into our new house. 

It was much nicer that our cramped apartment. It was two floors, with a furnished basement and attic space. The three bedroom and two and half bathroom house was situated in a small, quiet neighborhood with a good school district. It was a great starter home for a couple like us.

The move was especially needed for me. Since our wedding, I had been going on a cheating bender, finding sexual satisfaction in any man, even strangers. I was ashamed of my behavior and afraid of it ruining my marriage to Dennis, but I couldn't stop. My physical needs were overpowering my mind. I needed to get away from the city life and the ease of access to a multitude of willing men.

I had two hours before Dennis was due home for work. I decided with the house fully unpacked, I was going to make a nice dinner to celebrate the move. It was the least I could do to pass the time and keep my mind off my sordid affairs.

By the time Dennis had arrived home, I had prepared his favorite dinner of grilled lemon chicken with green beans and a baked potato.

"Liz, this is amazing. What's the occasion?"

Oh, just kissing up to you for fucking four guys in the last month, I thought. I had to stop dwelling on this. It wasn't going to help my marriage if I kept living in the past.

"The house is completely unpacked, so I thought I'd make a nice dinner since I had a lot of free time," I finally replied with a coy smile. 

Dennis wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

"Look at you, my little house wife. You're perfect."

He gave me a quick kiss before pulling away to change out of his work clothes and wash up for dinner. As he did that, I poured him a glass of white wine and lit the candles at the the dinner table. It was a romantic setting.

Dennis came back into the room and promptly sat at the table, famished. As we ate, we enjoyed the standard dinner conversation. It was boring and I found my mind occasionally wandering to other things, like Jack and Alex.

The last time I saw Jack, I was leaving my apartment for the last time. He gave me a heartbroken look as I passed him in the lobby for the final time. Although he hadn't told Dennis about my infidelity, he was unable to forgive me for seducing him. I was upset that I had let my animalistic desires break up our friendship. I knew it would never recover and had accepted that. It still didn't make me feel any better about what I had done.

Alex was an even more painful memory. My wedding day lover and the ultimate betrayal to Dennis. Not only had I broken my marriage before it had begun, I had caused a rift between Dennis and Alex. According to Dennis, Alex moved out of state soon after our wedding and had all but cut off every member of our group. Dennis had chocked it up to his job, but I knew the truth. It had been my fault, but it was not clear as to the exact damage I had done.

"Liz, what do you think?"

"Huh?" I responded, finally coming back to reality.

"I said how do you think this room would look painted red? I think it would look nice with the new dining room table."

"Oh, yea. That would be lovely." I forced myself to forget my thoughts and focus on this time with my husband. 

After dinner, Dennis and I moved to our living room, cuddling up on our couch to watch a movie. These moments together had been rare as of recent, so I was savoring this time in my husband's arms. 

Halfway through the film, Dennis turned to me and kissed me gently. It was sweet and loving. He pushed himself on top of me, forcing me to lie on the couch. 

The kiss grew more aggressive with each passing second, until Dennis pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. He swirled his tongue around mine, curving it around my mouth. My hands found their way to his face and I pulled him away. He looked down at me confused.

"Dennis," I started, unsure of what I was going to say. Part of me wanted to fess us, but the small tingle between my legs was making it difficult to succumb to the logical thing.

"I really, want us to. You don't know how badly I need it," I whispered in my seductive voice.

"Go upstairs, baby," Dennis smirked. "I'll shut everything down and be up in a minute."

With a smile, I bounded up the stairs to our new master bedroom. I stripped entirely and laid on the bed in a sexy pose. I was guaranteeing Dennis would not be backing out of this.

When he walked into the room, his eyes lit up in surprise. I beckoned him forward with my finger and he happily obeyed, removing his shirt in the process. He reached me on the bed and pushed me back, positioning himself between my legs.

He started kissing me again, his lips sliding against mine. His hands went to my exposed breasts, massaging and playing with them. His thumbs twisted and pulled at my nipples. I was growing wet from the attention and panted against his mouth in response.

His finger slid down my torso, barely touching my skin, eventually stopping between my legs. His fingers touched my wetness, rubbing against the exterior of my dripping lips.

"Oh God, Liz," Dennis groaned, dropping his face between my legs. Instantly, his tongue was licking the outside of my aching pussy. I moaned as pleasurable pressure built up in my body. 

My hand moved to the back of Dennis's head, pushing his face deeper into me until his tongue finally plunged into me. I gasped and writhed and he brought his finger to my clit, circling it to bring me closer to my climax.

Dennis was a master manipulator of my pussy. His tongue alternated between stroking my inside walls and fucking me like his cock soon would. My orgasm was climbing higher as he continued to pleasure me. Instinctively, I ground my pelvis against his face, but Dennis stilled my hips, keeping control over me.

"Liz, I can't wait anymore. I need inside you now," Dennis said, undoing his pants to free his six inch member.

I bit my lip, scared of how my body would respond to his smaller size. I had gotten used to massive cocks in the last month. What if Dennis was no longer enough for me?

I gasped as Dennis filled me in one stroke, a groan of pleasure escaping his throat. He didn't move for a minute. His eyes were closed as he tried to focus himself. Finally, his pelvis pulled back and he began to slowly make love to me.

His thrusts were slow but hard, filling me with every stroke. My climb was slowed and I tried to increase the pace with my own insistent hips, but Dennis wouldn't allow it. I knew if we kept this up, I was never going to get my release.

To aid myself, I twisted and pulled my left nipple while my right hand stimulated my clit. I closed my eyes as I pleasured myself, getting lost in the moment. As time passed, the memory of Alex crept back into my mind. As much as I tried to expel him, my orgasm was so close, I couldn't.

"Oh Liz, I love watching you touch yourself. Don't stop doing that," Dennis panted, slamming into me harder and increasing his pace.

I was almost there. I couldn't control my thoughts but I wasn't fighting them anymore. I remembered Alex's lips on mine, gliding over them like silk. His hands over my breasts, teasing and caressing them. His fingers teasing my aching pussy. His long, thick cock driving into me.

The memories in combination with my own teasing and Dennis's dick became too much for me. I cried out, as my body was racked with an orgasm. Warmth spread through me and my walls tightened around Dennis.

"Oh, fuck," I heard him cry out, as he stilled inside of me, dumping every drop of himself in me.

We were both covered in sweat and panting wildly as we came back down from our respective highs. Dennis looked in my eyes, lovingly for a moment before pulling out and walking away to clean himself up.

I laid on the bed, fulfilled, but guilt ridden. I was ashamed that I needed the memory of another man to bring me satisfaction. I knew that I was damaging my relationship, but I didn't realize that in just a month I had caused so much. 

My heart sank. I was hurting Dennis and he didn't even know it. I was a horrible wife.

Dennis returned from the bathroom and slid into bed, pulling the covers over him. I maneuvered back and joined him beneath the bedding.

"Liz, you've been taking your pill, right?"

"Yea." If I wasn't, I sure as hell wouldn't know who the father was, nor would I be able to find half of the guys I slept with.

"Good. I'll try to be better about the condom next time," he said, pulling me in close. "God knows were not ready for a child yet."

The baby talk was definitely not helping my mood. I felt a deeper pit in my stomach thinking of how stupid I had been and if I hadn't been careful, what the repercussions were.

Soon, I heard Dennis's gentle snoring in my ear. It took me hours to calm my mind enough to fall asleep, but when I did, I wasn't dreaming of my husband.

***

Domestic life wasn't as great as Dennis had led me to believe, in fact it was down right boring. It never took me long to clean the house because we always picked up after ourselves. I wasn't the type of person who enjoyed sitting around all day, so TV was out of the question.

After Dennis and I got married, he insisted I stay home and be a house wife. Even though I had a college degree in health and wellness, he didn't want me to worry about work. He was preparing me for my life after we had children, but there was a problem with his logic. We didn't intend to have children for at least five years. I was going to have to spend the next five years of my life being mind numbingly bored because my husband wanted me to be.

I had tried to argue the point with Dennis, saying that work was good for me. I also used the student loan approach, but he wasn't buying it. He wanted me to stay home and there was no point in fighting him.

Boredom was not something I needed in my life. With Dennis spending many late nights at work, I was in desperate need for release, which he was unable to give me. I was on edge daily and there was very little I could do to calm my nerves.

I decided I needed a distraction. I put on a stringy white bikini and pulled my bleach blonde hair back into a ponytail, before grabbing a book and heading out back to the pool. 

Our in ground pool was fairly large considering the size of our property. There wasn't much of a yard in the back and what limited space we did have was dedicated to the patio and lounge area.

The patio had a grill in the far corner and a fire pit in the middle. I pulled one of the lounge chairs away from the pit and into the sunlight, before sitting down and pulling on my sunglasses. It was a beautiful day and I didn't want to stay inside. I figured I needed to work on my tan and what better way to distract my mind than with a book.

I started to read my novel, but I barely made it through the first page when the familiar ache started to grow. I shook my head, trying to refocus my mind again, but it worked only for a moment. I must've reread the same passage five times before giving up.

I put my book down, frustrated. I laid back and soaked in the sun, trying to keep my mind completely blank, but it wasn't happening. My thoughts kept racing back through my recent memory, stuck on repeat of my scandalous behavior. The ache between my legs was worsening and I squirmed to try and abate it.

I tried to think of Dennis, the love of my life. I tried to think of the happy memories of our relationship, of all the intimate moments we had together. I figured if I was going to feel this way, it should be caused by the thought of my husband, but as soon as I focused in on him, my mind would spin to one of the other men. Soon, my mind was cycling through them, until my mind was permanently stuck on Alex.

He was all I could think about: his piercing green eyes locked with mine, his muscular arms enveloping me, his messy brown hair soaked in sweat as he pounded into me. I remembered the feeling of his lips upon mine and the feeling of his fingers exploring deep inside me. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to relive it.

My backyard was obscured thanks to two large trees, and blocked the view from the street and any of my neighbor's windows. The fence also provided some protection on the ground level from passersby, so I didn't feel too exposed why my hand began to wander.

My hand slipped beneath my swimsuit bottoms and found my overly sensitive clit. I gently circled the nub to the thought of Alex. It had only been one time, but the memory of what we had done was incredibly erotic. Being taken by my husband's best friend in our marital bed. I could only imagine what it was like watching me pleasure myself to thoughts of him. He would enjoy seeing me now.

I slipped a finger inside of my wet pussy, while my palm rubbed against my clit. I gasped at the sensation of being filled and my body ached for more.

I was so engrossed in what I was doing, I hadn't been aware he was there until I felt his hands slid up the outside of my thighs to my swimsuit bottoms. It took me a moment to realize what was happening as I enjoyed his touch. When I finally came to, I ripped my hand away from my pleasure and opened my eyes.

Kneeling beside me was a man, probably in his thirties, in a sweat soaked, white shirt and ripped jeans. He wasn't overly muscled, but was in fairly good shape. He had short, messy brown hair that was covered in sweat, and beautiful baby blue eyes.

I said nothing to him as his hands rested on my swimsuit bottoms and he said nothing to me. He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to stop him, but I did nothing. I was paralyzed, but I didn't know why.

Without protest, the man slipped my bikini bottoms down passed my knees, completely exposing my wet, shaved pussy. My breath quickened, unsure of what to do or say. 

The stranger's hand traveled up the inside of my thigh very slowly, only glancing my skin. I twisted in my chair from the erotic touch as his hand climbed higher up my thigh, until it rested directly between my legs.

I let out a sigh as he grazed my clit several times, gauging my reaction. I knew it was wrong, but it was so hot, I didn't want to stop him.

Without warning, he slid one of his thick fingers into my hole. I threw my head back and moaned as he slowly moved inside of me, twirling his finger around in me. 

After a few minutes, he pushed another one inside me and I moaned even louder, bordering on a scream. The man clamped a hand over my mouth and shushed me to be quiet. I nodded as he continued to torture my insides. 

The whole situation, coupled with his powerful fingers was taking my arousal to new heights.

"Faster," I moaned, desperate for release.

He chuckled before complying, slamming into me faster with the same force. His thumb was placed on my clit, keeping constant stimulation. Everytime he pushed into me, his thumb would push up on my clit and everytime he pulled out, he would release his pressure on my nub.

My head was tossing wildly as I tried to stifle my moans of pleasure. Suddenly, my body arched up, and heat coursed through me. My juices coated the stranger's thick fingers, which he kept inside me until I had finished riding my orgasmic wave.

When he removed them, he brought his fingers to his lips, cleaning them. He groaned at the taste of my juices, before standing up and gazing into my eyes.

I sat up, weakly in my chair, taking in every inch of the six foot tall man. He brought my hand outside his jeans and I could feel the massive hard on beneath the denim. I wanted to take him in my mouth and coat every inch of his cock with my tongue, but it wasn't going to happen.

The sound of tires rolling over gravel broke our gaze. With a smile, the man brought a single finger to his lips, requesting my silence, before heading to my neighbor's fence, and climbing over. I couldn't believe the situation. My neighbor had just snuck over my fence and fingered me in my backyard. There was an eroticism hidden beneath all fucked upness of the situation, but I didn't have time to ponder it. 

I ran into the house and nearly crashed into Dennis as I rounded the corner into the living room.

"Woah, Liz, where's the fire?"

"Sorry, sweetie," I said flustered. I was still a little worked up from my experience with the stranger in our backyard.

"What's the rush?" he asked.

"I didn't realize how late it was. I was reading out back and got lost in the story. I'll just hop in the shower real quick and then I'll get started on dinner."

"That's okay, sweetie. I'll probably grab some leftovers and head to bed," he said kicking his shoes off.

"Are you sure?"

"Yea, I have to go back at work early tomorrow."

"Oh," I said, disheartened. "Okay." I knew it was going to be another lonely night for me.

I followed Dennis to the kitchen to catch up with him. I had very few moments in the day with him, so I wanted to spend some time with him today.

"I met our neighbor, Annie, on my way home today. She invited us to dinner tomorrow night at her house."

"That was nice of her. Do you think we'll be able to go with work?" I asked. Dennis was always on call and I didn't want to accept an invitation if he was going to have to bail.

"I get done at eleven tomorrow morning, so I should be fine for dinner at seven-thirty. I'll be sure to grab a nap when I get home just to be safe," Dennis said, moving around the kitchen. 

Dennis continued to speak excitedly about meeting our new neighbors while he gathered his food. All the while my mind was wandering to my unknown neighbor who had just spent ten minutes with his fingers buried deep inside me. The memory was making me wet and I twisted and writhed in my chair trying to get comfortable. I had to hide my arousal from Dennis, which I was finding increasingly difficult in this skimpy bikini.

By the time Dennis had finished his food, my swim bottoms were completely soaked. I wanted to slip my hand beneath the waistband again and push myself to another orgasm, but I couldn't. Not with Dennis here and certainly not to the memory of a stranger fingering me.

None the wiser, Dennis gave me a quick kiss goodnight and headed upstairs to bed. I slipped out onto the patio, hoping the fresh air would clear my mind. What the hell was I doing? How depraved and desperate was I getting that I would let a complete stranger finger me without so much as a single word being uttered?

I thought I was safe now, away from the city, but I wasn't. My own home couldn't protect me from my deviant thoughts and behaviors. I pushed my face into my hands and cried. I had broken my vow to stop cheating, but worse, I was breaking my vows to my husband to be his loving wife.

***

"Are you just about ready to go, sweetie?" Dennis asked.

I was putting on the finishing touches to go meet our neighbors. Dennis had been incredibly excited to socialize with the people in our neighborhood, but I didn't share his enthusiasm. I was still flustered about what had happened yesterday with my next door neighbor. I didn't know which neighbors we were meeting and I was scared of meeting the one who had pleasured me in my backyard. 

For the event, I decided to wear a simple summer dress. It was white with blue and yellow flowers at the bottom corner of the skirt, which fell just above my knees. It had thin straps and the top gave only a hint of cleavage. My blonde hair was pulled back into a low, messy bun, with a few strands of hair escaping around my face. The only makeup I wore was brown eye shadow and eyeliner to make my blue eyes pop.




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When I was happy, I turned to face Dennis. He had been ready for the last fifteen minutes, but it still wasn't seven thirty yet. He was wearing a nice pair of khaki pants and a light blue button up shirt. It wasn't any different than his standard work attire.

"Yep. I'm ready," I finally responded, crossing the room to meet him.

Dennis looked at me adoringly. He brought his hand to my chin and his thumb stroked my jawline. My breath caught in my throat.

"You look absolutely stunning." He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, before pulling away. Even with kisses, Dennis was leaving me unfulfilled. I couldn't think of that now. I had to go meet our neighbors.

We left the house at seven-thirty and headed down our walkway to the sidewalk. I wasn't sure which house we were going to go to, but when we turned left, paranoia began to rise in me. It grew into a full scale panic when we turned left again and went up the walkway to the house next door, the house the man had escaped to yesterday.

I did the best I could not to show my fear as I didn't need Dennis asking questions. But in truth, I was more scared of the reaction of my unknown lover. I prayed that he had kept his lips firmly shut and would continue to do so.

"Hello," greeted a cheerful voice. "So glad you two could make it. Please, come in."

We followed the woman into her house. She was a little taller than I was and had a fuller frame. She was easily in her early thirties, with medium length brown hair and dark green eyes. 

We entered her living room, which was exquisitely decorated. The furniture looked expensive, but it had a homey feel. I expected to see the floor littered with children's toys, but instead was greeted with many photos of the woman and her husband.

When I saw their wedding photo, my jaw went slack. It was him. 

"Can you believe that was taken eight years ago? Seems like yesterday," I heard a deep voice say from behind. I turned to see that same gorgeous face in the picture, smiling at me. He hadn't aged a day.

"I'm Annie's husband," reaching his strong hand out to me. "Eric."

I hesitantly took his hand.

"Liz. I'm Dennis's wife."

"I assume that's short for Elizabeth."

I nodded.

"Pretty name," he said with a smirk.

"Thank you."

"Eric, have you met our new neighbors?" Annie's cheerful voice called.

"I was just talking to his wife Liz, dear. Have you met her?"

"Not formally." Annie maneuvered from behind her husband, reaching her arms around me and taking me in for a hug. "I'm Annie."

"Liz." Over her shoulder, I saw Eric turn his attention to greeting Dennis. He was giving no indication of our prior encounter and I hoped it would stay that way. 

Soon, we sat down to dinner with the couple. It was a delicious and beautifully prepared feast. During the meal, we got better acquainted.

Annie was a flight attendant and was traveling frequently. Although she enjoyed it, she was eager to slow down and have children. She made no secret that she and her husband had been trying for a few years.

Eric was an online stock broker, so he worked from home. He took all the credit for the appearance of their house, as well as his backyard garden. During our conversations, he gave me no acknowledgment other than what was necessary, and over time, I became more at ease.

Annie and Eric were a very animated and loving couple. They shared many stories about the early stages of their relationship, trips they had taken as a couple, and both gushed about their wedding day. As they spoke, they stole kisses from each other and stared into each other's eyes. They seemed so madly in love, it was hard to believe that Eric had been capable of what he had done to me in the backyard.

We were enjoying the story of Eric and Annie's trip to Paris last spring when Dennis got a call on his work phone. He excused himself, but returned shortly with some disheartening news.

"I'm so sorry, but that was the hospital. They are dangerously understaffed tonight, so I'm afraid I have to go."

"Oh, that's unfortunate," Eric began.

"But your job is so important to the community. Please don't apologize. People need you," Annie finished for him.

I frowned as I stood up, enjoying my time with the couple.

"Oh, Liz you don't have to go," Dennis said. "If it is okay with Annie and Eric, by all means stay."

"Of course. I want to hear all about your honeymoon to Hawaii," Annie gushed, grabbing my hand and pulling me back into my seat.

"Okay."

Dennis smiled, gave me a quick kiss and then hurried out the door, leaving me with Annie and Eric. Our conversations continued as if Dennis had never left.

Eric had begun clearing the table when their house phone rang. 

"Annie, it's the airline," Eric called from the kitchen.

"That's never a good sign," she mumbled as she headed to the kitchen.

I waited patiently in silence for a few minutes. Suddenly, Annie bolted through the dining room and up the steps to the second floor.

"I must apologize, Liz," Eric said, entering from the kitchen. "Annie just got a call from the airline. One of the stewardesses is sick and she needs to catch a flight to Dallas tonight."

"Oh, that's fine. I'll just head out, then."

"No," Annie shrieked as she reentered the room. She was out of breath.

"Please stay. Eric made a delicious desert. It would be a shame for it to go to waste." Annie was pleading me with her eyes. In the past few hours, we had become so close that I didn't want to say no to her.

"Okay."

"Yea!" She screamed, throwing her arms around me, giving me a bear hug.

"Have fun you two," she said pulling away from me. She hustled to her husband, sharing a kiss so deep and passionate, I had to look away, then left.

Eric and I were alone. 

"Please, have a seat, Liz. I'll grab desert," he said with a genuine smile. He soon returned with a slice of apple pie for each of us.

"Is it always like this? You know, with Dennis leaving late," he asked.

"Yes. He's always on call. He wants to get as much experience and time in the hospital as possible."

"Career aspirations, I take it?"

"He wants to work his way up to head of the day shift as fast as possible, so he's putting in some extra hours."

"Smart man."

"What about Annie?" I asked, pushing my empty plate away.

"She always has a bag packed and ready to go. She just can't say no to anyone. She has such a sweet heart and always wants to help." He smiled as he gushed about his wife.

Eric stood up, removing his plate and putting his hand out for mine.

"Let me help you," I offered. He and his wife had been such gracious hosts, it was the least I could do.

I followed Eric to the kitchen and rinsed my plate off in the sink, before turning to put it in the dishwasher. As I stood up, I felt Eric's arms wrap around my waist and pull me into him.

Suddenly, his lips were on my neck, trailing kisses down my throat. Instinctively, I tilted my head back, giving him better access. The dormant ache between my thighs was rapidly returning as I panted beneath Eric's touch.

When I finally realized what I was doing, I pulled away, falling forward and catching myself on the counter. I collected myself quickly before turning to face him.

When I did, he had a sexy smirk plastered on my face. He knew I had enjoyed it.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"Have you seen yourself? You're the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen."

"But you're married, as am I."

"That hasn't stopped us before." He stepped forward, closing the gap between us. His hands ran up the sides of my dress, caressing my skin with the fabric.

"That was a mistake," I said, looking away from him. 

I heard him lightly laugh as he brought his face closer to my skin, breathing me in. I felt him travel up my neck and across my cheek. My lips parted and I panted in excitement from his touch.

"Well, I've made a lot of mistakes in my marriage," he whispered in my ear. "About thirty of them with twelve different women."

"Why? I thought you loved your wife."

"I do. She's a sweetheart, but an empty bed can't get a man off. It takes a woman to do that."

Eric pushed his pelvis against mine, pinning me between him and the counter. His hands traveled up my sides, brushing past my breasts, before grabbing my dress straps and pushing them down. His lips found the skin of my bare shoulders and he kissed me. 

The heat between my legs was getting worse and my breathing was becoming more ragged. I tried to will my body to stop, but it refused. I turned to conversation in hopes of abating my lustful urges.

"If you're so unhappy, why don't you leave?"

"Because she would get everything," he said, before returning to kiss my collarbone.

"And she'd still get everything if she found out about your affairs. And she'll take more from you when she gets pregnant."

Eric chuckled as he lifted his blue eyes to meet mine.

"You have to unload inside to have a baby."

"And you don't?"

He shook his head. Instantly, his eyes went from charming to hungry.

"No, but I'd love to shoot my load inside you."

He grabbed hair and pulled back quickly, tilting my face up to his as his lips crushed down into mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth and warred with mine. I moaned at the aggression of it all as my pussy was dripping in excitement. 

My fingers knotted into his hair, taking him deeper into my mouth. He reached behind my legs and hoisted me onto the counter, lining my pelvis up with his cock. I could feel it beneath his pants, painfully hard. What I'd give to have it buried in me.

He pulled away, biting my lip as he left. Instinctively I tipped my head up and groaned, exposing my throat to the beast. He lunged at it, kissing and licking my neck, then traveling to my ear to bite and pull at my lobe. I was panting and moaning beneath his touch. Very few men I had experienced had this effect on me and I hadn't experienced it since Dennis and I moved in.

Realization took hold of me.

"Stop," I said, pushing back against his chest. "I can't do this. I want to be faithful to my husband."

Eric growled, annoyed at my resistance.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Dennis is like that too, isn't he? Never around. Too busy for your needs. Tell me how many times you have cheated in the first month and a half of your marriage."

"Four." I dropped my face, ashamed of my answer.

"Including yesterday?"

"Five."

"It seems you've already failed at that, Elizabeth." Eric's hands ran up the inside of my thighs, lifting my dress higher. His face dropped in anticipation, watching himself expose me. I brought my hands down to my lap, impeding his progress.

"I'm trying to be better," I said.

Eric chuckled then snapped his face up to mine, lustful anger in his baby blue eyes.

"Cut the shit. You have needs and I have needs. Why don't we help each other out, like good neighbors?"

"I don't think this counts as neighborly behavior."

"Neither is this." Suddenly, Eric shoved my panties aside and slammed his thick finger into my soaking pussy. I threw my head back and gasped. He kept his finger still inside me as he continued to speak.

"But it has become common practice between you and I." Eric leaned closer to me, curving his finger against the front wall of my vagina. I groaned as his digit moved. When he stopped, I was panting, wanting to plead for more.

"I was able to make you cum with just my fingers. Imagine what I could do with any other part of my body."

I wanted him. I wanted his lips all over my body as he laid claim to me. I wanted him to take me completely, to fuck me on that counter until neither of us could move, but I couldn't. I had to resist for the sake of my marriage. This was already going too far with his finger inside me again. I needed to stop this now.

Eric saw my hesitation. His eyes showed his determination. He wasn't going to give up.

"Let me explain something to you, Elizabeth. I'm not a man who likes to hear no. I can pleasure you in ways you never thought possible, or I can punish you relentlessly. I know you'll eventually succumb to me, but I'd rather not continue to draw this out."

Eric slipped another finger into my dripping cunt and I moaned loudly. I grabbed onto his back and fell against him, my head resting on his shoulder. The fight was leaving me. I wouldn't be able to take much more.

"Let me pleasure you," he whispered in my ear. "Let me make you feel like your husband should. I want to worship and admire your amazing body. That's what you want, isn't it?"

I nodded weakly. Eric grabbed my chin with his free hand and pulled my face to his, locking our eyes.

"Let me give that to you." He curled both of his fingers forward, rubbing against my inside wall again. 

"Yes," I moaned out loudly, as the last ounce of resistance left me.

Finally having gained permission, Eric withdrew his fingers picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He return his lips to mine with the same aggression and ferocity as before. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. I forced my tongue into his mouth, massaging his with mine. 

Eric carried me through the house ultimately dropping me on the lounge portion of his sectional couch. Immediately, he climbed on top of me and resumed his attack on my mouth. 

Eric sat up and looked down at me with hunger while he ripped this buttoned down shirt open, causing buttons to fly around the room. His chest was muscled, but not defined. His shoulders and biceps clearly showed that he had superior strength. He was in fantastic shape.

He smirked and leaned over me, kissing my neck. His hands traveled to my shoulders, pushing the straps of my dress off. He grabbed the top of my dress and pulled it down exposing my tits.

"Oh fuck. You're just as perfect as I imagined," he said, admiring my body.

His powerful hands grabbed my breasts, massaging them. I moaned from the attention, loving the feeling of this man's caress. His fingers tweaked my nipples, pulling and twisting them. I was panting wildly beneath him, yearning for more.

Eric slid down my body, licking his way down to my nipple. His tongue caressed and curled around my elongated nub. He took it in his teeth, pulling before completely taking it in his mouth and sucking it. My breathing was almost nonexistent and my body was teetering on the edge of an explosion. A few more sucks and I arched, screaming out as my first orgasm took control over me. Eric continued to pleasure me. When I came down, another orgasm was already building inside of me.

Eric stood up and yanked the rest of my dress down, leaving me in only my sopping wet panties. They didn't stay on long as he took them in his teeth and pulled them off me.

He gazed at my naked body, groaning as he admired me.

"You're so beautiful, Elizabeth. I can't believe your mine tonight."

Eric dropped to his knees, climbing between my legs. He ran his nose up the inseam of my leg ever so gently, until his face was at my entrance.

"I wonder if you taste as good as you look." He plunged his tongue deep into my hole, curling it around and licking deep inside. I arched my body in response and Eric grabbed my hips pushing himself deeper into me.

I was getting closer to my second release, but I needed more. Eric started moving his face against me, his nose rubbing against my nub. That was my undoing as I cried out again. 

Eric kissed the inside of my thighs, licking up my juices in the process. My body was shocked by each kiss as my nerves were fried, causing me to jump in response.

"Do you think you can take more?" Eric chuckled. "You look really worn out."

"Yes. I want more, Eric," I responded, panting with desire.

"Good, cause I've been dying to fuck you since the moment I saw you."

He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, revealing his thick eight inch cock. I stared at it, licking my lips.

"Next time, baby," he said, noticing my want to taste him.

He knelt down between my legs and lined up his throbbing member with my dripping hole. In one thrust, he slammed into me all the way to the hilt. My body was rocked with another orgasm. My pussy clenched around his cock as he stilled inside me. 

I looked at Eric, waiting for him to move. His eyes were closed and he was gritting his teeth as though he was trying to keep from exploding inside me.

"Ah fuck. You're so tight, Elizabeth," he finally said, opening his eyes. "How old did you say you are?"

"Twenty-one," I panted.

He laughed.

"This is the youngest pussy I've been in since I've been married."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-four, but I can fuck just as good as a twenty-five year old."

My hands reached up to his chest, admiring his body. I felt his tight muscles beneath his flesh. For a man his age, he was in perfect form. It was easy to see why so many women had desired his body and it made me excited that now I was getting to enjoy it.

I bit my lip as I looked up at him through my lashes. He looked like he had regained control of himself and was waiting for the chance to fuck me.

"I was hoping you could fuck better," I teased.

"Well, then why don't you judge for yourself."

He pulled out to the tip before slamming back into me. I cried out in pleasure of being rapidly filled. He repeated the movement again, causing me to cry louder. He continued to pump into me, grunting with each hit.

My body was operating on its own as my hips slammed against his, meeting him thrust for thrust. My breathing was ragged, my heart was racing, and my blood was boiling as I approached yet another climax.

"Do you like it, Elizabeth?" Eric grunted.

"Yes, I love it, Eric," I replied barely breathing.

"I want to cum inside you, baby. I want to fill you with every drop. Would you like that?"

"Fuck, yes. Please." I was so close. Only a little more.

"Say it. Tell me what you want." He was smashing into my pelvis harder and faster than before.

"Cum inside me, Eric," I screamed.

Eric stilled and grunted as he unloaded inside me. That was I needed to push me to my final orgasm.

I collapsed, completely weak, exhausted, and spent. Eric was on top of me, kissing my neck gently through his sporadic breathing.

"Oh, baby. That was better than I fantasized," Eric whispered. 

"I don't think I've ever climaxed that many times at once," I mindlessly admitted.

"Better than a twenty-five year old?" he chuckled.

I nodded.

"I want to do this again sometime, Elizabeth. We're amazing together."

I laid beneath him thinking about his offer. I had violated my promise to not cheat on my husband yet again. I had violated not only my own marriage vows, but had assisted Eric in violated his with sweet innocent Annie. I knew all of this was wrong, but I couldn't help but consider the offer of more sex with Eric.

He was right, we were perfect together. It had never been so mind shattering. 

But what made the pill of cheating a little bit easier to swallow was that I never saw the men I slept with again. I never had to confront any of them after it happened. Alex had left town, Vince and Carter had moved on in their lives, and even Jack had chosen not to face me before I moved out. 

Now the full force of what Eric and I had just done was hitting me. Even if I chose not to pursue this road, I would have to face him almost daily and pretend like nothing had happened. I would have to be sweet to Annie having let her husband fill me when he never came in her. I would have to share a room with my husband and lover when we visited for friendly dinners and events. There was no escaping him no matter what I chose.

In yet another stupid, impulsive, lust filled decision, I had made my situation from bad to worse.



Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 06



The music was pumping at full volume through my headphones as I rounded the corner and back to my street. I needed the distraction to keep my mind from racing and thinking about the turn my life was taking. To be honest, I didn't want to think about it at all given my disappointing behavior as of recent. 

As I finished out my three-mile morning run, I crossed in front of the house. Eric was already outside in the yard, refinishing the fence. When I ran passed him, he couldn't keep his eyes off me. I was in a tight pair of black running shorts and a tight blue tank top. My blonde hair was tied back into a high ponytail. Aside from the tight ensemble, I knew part of Eric's lingering gaze was due to his desire to have me again.

It had been over a week since the friendly dinner that resulted in mind shattering sex on his couch. Eric had offered to continue an affair with me, giving me an open invitation to swing by his house anytime. I told him that night that I had to think about it, an answer that he didn't like. Since then, he had been sneaking glances and making suggestive gestures at me every time I saw him. This time, he was licking his lips as I walked up the pathway to my front door, sending a jolt between my legs.

I hurried into my house, not wanting to show how he affected me. I slammed the door and fell against it, willing my desire to subside. Eric had been the last man to touch me. In over a week, Dennis had not shown me any attention as he was consumed with work. When that wasn't the issue, he was too exhausted to do anything. I tried to abate my growing lust by masturbating, but it was only a temporary fix, even when I used the dildo. I was stressed and didn't know what to do.

I hurried upstairs to my room, stripping off my clothes as I went. I could hear the shower running in the master bedroom; Dennis was still home. I opened the door and slipped into the shower behind him. I was in desperate need for release.

His head was completely submerged beneath the cascading water, unable to hear my entry. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. He lurched back slightly in surprise, but I pulled him tight against me. My tongue traced his lips, begging for entrance into his mouth. Instead of relenting, he pushed me back.

"Liz, sweetie. What's gotten into you this morning?"

"It's been over two weeks since we've done anything. Is it a crime to desire some attention from my husband?" I chuckled, but I was far from joking. 

I pressed my body against his, hoping that the feel of his naked wife would be enough to convince him to give me some kind of release. I wasn't that lucky.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but I have to get to work," he said moving around me towards the door of the shower. "But how about when I come home tonight, we have a little time for each other."

"Promise?" 

"No matter how tired I am, I will give you a little satisfaction, even if it means I have to skip dinner."

"Okay," I smiled. It was the best I was going to get.

"Thanks sweetie." He gave me a kiss on the cheek and slipped out of the shower.

I sighed as I stood beneath the showerhead and began to clean this morning's workout from my body. I was dying for release, but it was going to have to wait. At least Dennis promised me that he would give me some attention tonight. As I soaped up my body, my hands wandered between my legs. My finger grazed my clit and I jumped. I was hypersensitive from the lack of orgasm that the slightest touch was sending me over the edge. 

I caught myself. Given that the last few times Dennis and I had sex I wasn't getting my release from him, it might be in my best interest to hold off. It was only going to be another ten hours. If I pleasured myself now, I might have to draw from inspiration to finish with Dennis later. Mentally and emotionally, I couldn't do that again without bursting into tears.

I quickly finished up in the shower and got dressed in a pair of short jean shorts and low cut tee shirt. I headed into the kitchen to grab something to eat. From the window above the sink, I watched Dennis pull out of the driveway, not even bothering to say goodbye. Some marriage this was turning out to be. 

"Liz!" a high-pitched voice came through my back screen door. 

I looked out to see Annie over the fence, frantically waving for me to come and talk to her. This was what I had dreaded for the last week. After sleeping with Eric, even though it happened only once, I still had to be around him. What was worse was that I had to face Annie, his naïve and overly friendly wife. In the grand scheme of all this, she didn't deserve for her husband to cheat on her, especially with the new neighbor. I should've told her, but I couldn't as the repercussions would hit me just as hard.

I swallowed hard, grabbed my coffee, and put on a friendly face as I headed out to greet her. 

"Hey Annie. How have you been?"

"Spectacular. How about you? I haven't seen you since the dinner party."

"I've been working on decorating the house and planning what to do with all the extra space. No little feet to take over the rooms," I joked.

"I know the feeling," she said glumly, but her mood bounced back instantly. "But I'm sure you'll figure something out. Have you considered a craft room?"

"I'm not the creative type," I confessed, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Hmm, well I'm sure you'll think of something."

"Anyways, how was that emergency flight to Dallas?"

"Ugh, a nightmare. I had a drunk passenger vomit on my shoes an hour before we landed."

"Yuck. I hope you had an extra pair with you."

"Yea, but only a shower and dowsing my feet in rubbing alcohol could get rid of the smell," she laughed. 

I took another sip of my coffee, trying to come up with some way to excuse myself from the conversation. It was so awkward talking to her given what happened.

"So I never got to ask you, how was your time with Eric after I left?"

I nearly choked on my coffee. There is no way in hell that he had told her about what happened. 

"Good. The desert he made was delicious." I figured talking about the food was a safe bet, given we didn't talk much after she left and what we did talk about involved our desire to fuck each other senseless.

"I'm glad you liked it. He is such a wonderful husband," she gushed, looking like love obsessed teen.

"I hope that's me you're talking about," his voice chuckled from down the fence. 

He walked towards us with a broad smile on his face, his eyes focused on his little wife. Even though he wasn't looking at me, his presence still had the same effect as if he was. I was growing weak and the ache was growing between my legs at the memory of our secret. I squirmed slightly, thankful that the fence was in the way to obscure my leg movements.

Eric came behind his wife and kissed her lips, sweetly at first, but then growing in intensity. Annie closed her eyes and chuckled against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Eric pulled her close to him, but his eyes focused on me. I looked away from the loving couple and sipped my coffee, not wanting any part of this display.

"Sweetie, save that excitement for later," Annie blushed, pushing away from her husband.

"I'm sorry, dear. You just make it so difficult."

Annie swatted playfully at him and turned her attention back to me.

"So, what do you have planned for today, Liz?"

"Probably do some shopping before Dennis gets home tonight. We're having our first date night in a long time, so it should be good."

"That's so nice. I know it has to be hard having him be on call at all hours of the day."

I nodded, sipping from my cup.

"Have you considered working from home?"

"Dennis doesn't really want me to work. He says I have no need."

"But you have to be bored just sitting here all day," said Eric. He was behind Annie, holding her in his arms.

"Well, I have played with the idea of writing a fitness blog for the housewife, seeing as I'm always home, but still I have to work out."

"Oh my gosh, that is an amazing idea!" Annie jumped in excitement. "You should absolutely do that. I have so many friends who are just dying to find ways to juggle home life and still be healthy. If you did that, I know I could get you the readers."

I contemplated it. I really needed something to do to keep my mind off my loveless marriage. Looking at Eric, I decided if I filled my free time with distractions, I wouldn't have a need to go looking for men to satisfy me. I could just make myself as busy as Dennis, but with a little more freedom in my schedule for when he had time for me.

"Okay, I'll do it."

"Yea and I'll be your first reader. Let me know when you get it up and running."

"I will," I confirmed, finishing the last of my coffee. 

A phone began to ring, coming from Annie and Eric's house.

"Hang on, Liz. I'll be right back," Annie said, running into the house. I couldn't protest her departure before she had already answered the phone, leaving me alone with one person I had no desire to speak to.

Eric looked at me with a mischievous smile.

"Hello, Elizabeth. How have you been?"

"Well," I said, trying to hide my nervousness.

"You haven't stopped by. Did you really not enjoy our time together last week?" he whispered seductively.

"You know why. I'm trying to remain faithful to my husband," I whispered defensively.

He let out a soft, low growl of frustration. 

"Again with that shit. Stop trying to deny this. You've been avoiding me all week because just looking at me reminds you of the thorough fucking you enjoyed. Tell me I'm wrong?"

I couldn't look at him and I knew I couldn't lie; he'd just see right through it. I heard him chuckle lightly, knowing he was right. Still, even though I thought about it and how amazing it was, I couldn't give into temptation. I had already fucked up too many times in my marriage and I didn't want to keep doing that.

Luckily, Annie soon returned to spare me from the awkwardness of talking to my most recent lover.

"Sorry about that. That was another flight attendant. She needed to switch days with someone, so I'm flying to Philadelphia tonight."

"That's okay. I was actually about to head out. I have a lot to do before Dennis gets home," I said, hoping to flee situation.

"Oh I'm sorry for holding you up. Tell the husband we say hello and hopefully we can get together for another dinner party again soon."

"Sounds good," I phoned in a smile as I backed away from the fence.

I waved goodbye, a gesture which Annie returned. Eric was eyeing me like a predator with a twisted smirk on his face.

"See you later," he called. 

I tried to hide my horror as I turned away. There was something unsettling in the way he said that. 

***

"You can't be serious?" I asked, running my hands through my hair.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart," Dennis pleaded on the other end of the receiver. "Another doctor called out and they need someone to stay on for the next shift."

"But you promised me, Dennis. We were supposed to spend tonight together. I'm your wife and you keep blowing me off for work."

"This is important, Liz. It's a little costly to our time now, but if I put in the work, our future will be set and perfect. I need you to work with this for just a little while longer. I promise I will make it up to you."

I paced around my living room, rolling my eyes and suppressing my annoyed sighs. He had made this same promise many times in our marriage, but he had yet to make it up to me. However, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't make him come home and ditch work. It would be wrong. At the same time, I was starved sexually and emotionally. It was looking like another night with my left hand and the dildo.

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning," I sighed.

"I really am sorry sweetie. I love you."

"Love you too." I hung up before he could say anything else. I was pissed. I was upset. I was frustrated.

Why was I even the tiniest bit surprised? Dennis had blown me off for work at every opportunity. I didn't matter now. My feelings didn't matter now. This was all for the future. This was all that mattered to him.

I threw my phone on the couch and wandered into the kitchen to make myself a strong drink. I hoped to drink myself to sleep tonight.

"Trouble in paradise?" his voice said, drawing my attention to the present.

"Eric? What the hell are you doing in my house?"

He shrugged, giving me a sexy smirk. His eyes were dark and mischievous; I knew what he was thinking.

"You're husband gave Annie a spare key. Your windows were open and I happened to be outside. So the husband isn't coming home tonight?"

"No. Work again." I vented heading for the liquor cabinet.

"His loss," he chuckled. 

I could hear his slow footsteps as he moved towards me. With each step, my breathing grew more intense, although I tried to suppress it. I kept my attention on pouring my drink, which I could barely do as my hand trembled, clinking the bottle against the glass. I couldn't even see him, yet his presence alone was making me weak. 

I put the bottle of vodka down and leaned on my hands atop the counter in a desperate attempt to regain some control over myself. I closed my eyes, begging my body to comply, but it wasn't working. The ache between my legs continued to grow and my nerves were shredded to hell. He hadn't even touched me yet. 

"What's the matter, Elizabeth? Do I make you uncomfortable?" he teased, brushing my blonde hair away from my neck. I couldn't respond.

"Do you remember the last time we were alone together, sweetheart?" he whispered against my ear. "Do you remember the feeling of my cock buried deep in your pussy? Do you remember how badly you begged me to fuck you? To cum inside you?"

The memories were almost too much for me. I squirmed as my pussy dripped with desire to relive those moments. I wanted nothing more than to be fucked like that again. It was taking all my will power not to turn around and pull Eric into me, to give into what we both craved. 

"Do you want that again, Elizabeth?" he whispered, running his fingers against my side, brushing against my breast.

I swallowed hard, fighting against my body's natural reaction and willing my mind to behave. I had to get back in control of myself.

"No," I said, pulling myself away from him and walking to the island in the middle of my kitchen.

Eric chuckled, a sound that sent an uncomfortable jolt to my stomach. He shook his head and grabbed the glass of vodka, slamming it back before turning to face me. He looked like an animal, possessed by a singular need and I knew exactly what he had in mind.

"Why do you keep denying this, Elizabeth? We were made for each other. You're a smart girl, so I know you see it."

"I doesn't matter. Sleeping with you was a mistake."

"And why is that?" he laughed.

"I betrayed Dennis...again. I don't want to hurt him or lose my marriage. I'm trying to be good."

Eric said nothing as he paced towards me with the same devious smirk that he had since he walked in the door. I tried to back up, only to hit the counter. I looked down at the floor as he approached, trying to control my breathing. When he stopped in front of me, I was shaking in fear and desire. He brought his hand to my chin and forced me to look at him; his eyes were hungry and full of lust.

"But you're not a good girl, Elizabeth. You're a bad girl." His eyes darkened and his grip became more firm on my face. "A very. Bad. Girl."

Eric's lips crushed into mine and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. I didn't have a moment to process what was going on before his tongue was warring with mine. I did nothing to stop him as he pulled my body flush against him, snaking his arms behind me and grabbing my ass. I could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against my stomach, begging to be freed from the confines of his jeans and buried deep inside me.

Eric ripped his mouth from mine and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my head back and exposing my neck. He brushed his lips lightly against my throat causing me to shake and tremble. I was soaked and my nerves were on fire. My body craved him and his touch; my mind was slipping and I was on the edge of conceding to the demands of my body.

"Are you going to continue to deny this, Elizabeth?" he whispered as he planted kisses along my neck, driving me closer to insanity. I couldn't will myself to say anything.

"Understand something, baby. He is choosing to ignore you, choosing to cast you aside. You're needs and desires mean nothing to him. He cares more about pleasing his bosses than he does you." His tongue trailed against my throat, almost making me collapse in his arms. 

"That's not fair to you. You deserve to feel desired and have your needs met. I want to give you all that and more, baby. Don't you want that?"

"Yes," I whispered, panting with desire.

"Are you going to fight this any longer?" he asked between kisses and licks.

I tried to focus my mind as much as I could, remembering everything that Eric had said. He was right. It wasn't fair that Dennis was doing this to me and I deserved better. I was trying so hard to be the perfect wife when in reality, Dennis wasn't doing anything to deserve it. I couldn't be the only one putting in effort to make this relationship work.

"No, baby. I'm all yours."

Not a moment passed before Eric lifted me up and forcefully pushed me onto the island, savagely kissing my neck. His kisses turned into nibbles against my flesh and I arched against him, enjoying the attention.

"Careful, babe," I panted. "Don't leave marks."

"Fuck that!" he growled. "I've been dying to have you for a week."

Eric stood over me and grabbed the collar of my shirt, tearing it right down the middle. His mouth quickly returned to my skin, kissing, licking, and nibbling the tops of my breasts. I was panting wildly as I clawed at the back of his shirt in a feeble attempt to remove it, but I was pinned. 

Eric stood and removed my bra as quickly as he could, then slammed me back onto the island. His hands massaged my breasts, pinching, pulling, and playing with my nipples.

"Did you miss this, Elizabeth?" he growled, his eyes full of lust.

"Yes," I panted, biting my lip in enjoyment.

"You know what I missed?" he asked, as he kissed and nipped my flesh from my breasts down my tight stomach.

I was unable to speak between the pants and light moans. My skin was on fire and tingled after every touch. I shook my head.

"I missed your tight, dripping pussy." 

He unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off, along with my panties, leaving me completely naked on the island with my pussy dripping in anticipation. Eric grabbed my knees and forced my legs open. Without hesitation, he buried his face in my cunt. The second his tongue touched me, my body exploded with an unbelievable orgasm. I cried out as my pussy tightened and sent my warm juices onto Eric's waiting tongue. He moaned against my pussy as he lapped up every drop, sending another smaller orgasm through me.

My head lolled to the side and my eyes closed, exhausted by the explosiveness of my orgasms.

"Now baby, don't tell me you're getting tired," he said, grabbing my face to look at him. I weakly opened my eyes to see his sick smile. 

"We're just getting started."

I felt the head of his cock rub against my opening for a moment before he thrust completely inside of me. My body sprung to life and I lurched upward and into his arms. He held me close as he fucked me with hard and powerful thrusts. His mouth found my neck as he bit and kissed it, grunting everytime he trusted inside of me. His arms snaked around my back and his nails dug into my skin. He was surely going to leave marks, but I was too lost in the moment to give a fuck.




Good Girl Gone Bad Ch. 06



Eric continued to claim me, marking my skin and pounding into my pussy for several long minutes. Finally, he couldn't hold back and grunted as he unloaded deep inside me. The feeling of fullness caused me to have another toe curling orgasm, making me go limp against him.

Eric pulled out of me and backed away from the counter. I fell forward to the floor, weak from orgasmic bliss. 

"Clean my cock, Elizabeth," Eric demanded. "I want you to taste how amazing we are together."

I weakly pulled myself to my knees and knelt before his eight inch cock, which was starting to soften. I took it in my hand and began to suck the tip, tasting our mixed cum. I slipped his cock into my mouth and felt it twitch. In a matter of seconds, he was hard again and moaning above me. My tongue circled his shaft as I sucked him clean. 

Eric grabbed my head, lacing his hands through my hair. He grabbed at it and tried to force more of his dick into my mouth. I relaxed my throat as best I could, knowing exactly what he demanded of my body. I felt the tip of his cock slip into the back of my throat. Eric paused, moaning at the feeling of his dick completely engulfed by my mouth. Without hesitation, he began fucking my face. This dick slipped completely into my mouth like he had just fucked my pussy. I let him have the control.

"Goddamn it, Elizabeth," he groaned completely removing himself from my mouth. 

I desperately tried to catch my breath. He grabbed my arm and spun me around, slamming my chest onto the island. He spread my legs and pulled my ass away from the island. I felt his fingers graze against the inside of leg, wiping the cum that had dropped out. He slid his fingers back and up against my tight asshole.

"Stay still, baby," he commanded.

I heard him move and eventually heard the ripping sound of foil. He must have been putting on a condom. 

"Ever had it in the ass before, Elizabeth?"

"Not that big," I confessed.

"I'll take it slow at first babe."

I felt him put the tip of his cock against my tight hole. He eased it in slowly. I tried to relax as much as possible. Finally I felt the tip enter. Eric reached in front of me and began to play with my clit, making me relax more. He was able to slip another few inches inside me.

"That's it, Elizabeth. Relax. You're going to enjoy this."

He continued to rub my clit for a moment before stopping. He grabbed my hair and jerked my head to the side, savagely kissing me. His tongue darted into my mouth, warring with my own. I loved the feeling of his tongue in my mouth.

While Eric assaulted my mouth, his hand eventually teased my clit again, causing my body to relax at first which allowed him to slip further inside me until all eight inches were buried deep. He pulled out just as slowly as he entered, leaving me longing to be filled again.

"Not so bad, is it?" he whispered in my ear, caressing my face with his fingertips.

I shook my head. He chuckled lightly in my ear as he started to slowly pump in and out of my tight hole. Each time he slipped inside me, it became easier and more enjoyable. Soon I was moaning with pleasure.

Eric suddenly stopped. 

"See, you're not this prim and proper devoted housewife. What are you, Elizabeth?" he asked, nuzzling against my neck.

His touch combined with his cock buried in my ass was making it difficult to answer. I was panting and wished he would stop toying with me and ease my aching.

"Say it!" He slapped my ass hard.

"I'm a bad girl."

"Exactly. And what happens to bad girls? They get punished."

Eric grabbed my hips and fucked me, slamming deep into me with each thrust. I was crying out in pleasure.

"Play with yourself," he commanded.

I obeyed and teased my clit, which only sent me higher, closer to another mind numbing release. He was relentless and brutal and as much as I tried, I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh fuck," I screamed as my pussy clenched and I stilled as my orgasm took hold. 

"That's it. Cum for me, Elizabeth," he grunted, never letting up on his powerful thrusts. He increased his pace until I felt him still.

Eric collapsed on top of me, showing the same lack of energy that I had. Neither of us moved for a long time and I eventually slipped into unconsciousness. 

When I awoke, I was naked beneath the sheets of my soft bed. I looked around my dark room, but saw no one. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone to check the time. It was two in the morning and I had a missed notification. Probably Dennis apologizing for the millionth time.

Elizabeth,

I hope you enjoyed this evening. I had trouble waking you up, so I put you to bed. As much as I would have enjoyed joining you beneath the sheets, I went home. Don't worry, I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen so your husband will never know. 

Sleep well, babe. You'll need it. The fun has only just begun!

Eric