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Infidelity

By: sgrspc69er



"Are you sure John is cheating on you?" Pastor Eaton asked.

Not knowing where to turn I had made an appointment with Pastor Eaton to see what I should do after I learned my husband of seven years was having an affair with who I thought was my best friend, Dianne McLean

John had been seen going into the Red rose Motel with McLean in the middle of the afternoon when he was supposed to be at work. Gert Curley had seen them and Gert was an impeccable source of information.

"Yes, I am sure." I begin to sob.

"OK, just take a deep breath and relax, it's not as bad as you think." Eaton attempted to comfort me. 

"But what about the children?" I whined.

John and I had two children, Alley our five-year-old and Trevor who was two.

"The children don't need to know." Eaton said.

"But I can't go on like this!" I groaned.

"You can confront him and more than likely have it escalate where it could threaten your marriage or you could reassess your own conduct." The pastor advised.

"I don't understand?" I was confused.

"If you don't say anything these things usually run themselves out but in the meantime you can have your own fun so it doesn't bother you so much." Eaton explained.

It was not the answer I had expected.

"Go home and think about it and I will see you again tomorrow at two." Eaton dismissed me. 

Mary-Anne Easton was bent over Eaton's desk, her jeans and panties around her ankles. Eaton was sowing his seed into the submissive teens fertile garden.

Easton had confided in Eaton about her father's inappropriate behavior after she had passed through puberty. The pretty eighteen-year-old revealed that her father had begin touching her and progressed to having intercourse with her.

Eaton told Marry-Anne it was a daughter's duty to look after the needs of her father and that she should lovingly offer him the gift of her body. To reinforce it was the proper thing to do Eaton had partaken of the naïve beauty in hi study.

"Thank you pastor," Mary-Anne said pulling up her jeans with a fresh load of Eaton's sperm safely within her womb.

"Silly girl" thought Eaton, "When she discovers she's pregnant she will assume it is her father's child".

"I would like you to come and see me again next week to see how you are doing Mar-Anne." Eaton said as she left. 

I was a bit more objective when I arrived at Eaton's study the following afternoon.

"I don' t think I really understand what you said yesterday." I started the session.

"If your husband thinks it is OK for him to cheat on you then why isn't it OK for you to do it?" Eaton proposed.

"Oh no, I couldn't do that!" I protested.

In all of our marriage I had been satisfied with John and my sex life and had not even thought about anyone else.

"And why not?" Eaton persisted.

"I'm just not like that." 

"You could be?" Eaton suggested.

Was I going crazy? Was my pastor advising me to commit adultery?

"How?" I inquired.

"You could have your own affair and take your mind off John's indiscretion." Eaton suggested.

"And who could I trust to have this affair with?" I challenged.

"Me!" Eaton smiled.

Brian Eaton was like a father to me/ I had been attending the Normanhurst Baptist Church since we had moved onto Tolton Avenue not long after we were married. John was not much of a churchgoer but I liked to attend and later took the children along with me.

It was a small congregation and Pastor Eaton and his wife Helen barely managed on his meager stipend. Money aside, Pastor Eaton served with the zeal of the Good Sheppard caring for his flock before his own needs.

Eaton was a man of about fifty or so I would say, bespectacled and not particularly handsome but always had a warm welcoming smile on his face. It was hard not to love him.

"Are you serious?" I said in shock.

"Very!" Eaton assured me.

"But what about Mrs. Eaton?" I asked even though I was not considering his proposal.

"Like John. She will never need to know about it." He said. "It is a big step, sleep on it before you give me your answer."

I went home with Eaton's proposal swimming in my mind. Could I possibly do such a thing? I knew I could trust Eaton to be discreet; he would not want to be found out anymore than me. I knew he would be kind and gentle with me. That night I convinced myself to try the pastor's suggestion.

"Hello Mrs. McLean?" Eaton spoke into the phone.

"Yes," the uncertain female voice answered.

"This is Pastor Eaton of Normanhurst Baptist Church. A matter of importance involving you has come to my attention that we need to discuss." Eaton greeted the unfaithful wife.

"What is that pastor?" Dianne McLean asked.

"I think you better come to my office tonight after dinner to discuss it." Eaton proposed.

After giving his next prey directions to his office her hung up the phone and prepared to seduce the adulteress.

Dianne arrived at 7 pm dressed in a conservative blue print dress scattered with miniature pink roses. The neckline was high, not emphasizing her generous breasts and Eaton Immediately saw why John Greene was fucking her.

"I am so glad you could come." Eaton greeted her.

"What is this about?" Dianne asked taking the seat opposite Eaton's desk.

"It has come to my attention that you are having an affair with John Greene." Eaton stated.

Dianne McLean turned white; a look of anguish covering her face. 

"It will do no good to deny it." Eaton added.

Eaton loved having females in this position, under his power and willing to do anything to stay in his favor.

"Are you going to tell Michelle?" she whimpered.

"That depends on you." Eaton smiled.

We met in Carver City, an hour's drive from Jarvis where we would not be recognized. Eaton did not wear a dog collar so it was not obvious that he was a cleric. He had arrived before me and booked a room at the Carriage Inn on the outskirts of town. We met at the Dunkin Donut and drove to the motel in Eaton's plain green Chevy. He went ahead and unlocked the door and I hurried into the room behind him.

Eaton was looking forward to fucking my brains out. Dianne had been a good fuck but I was the prize he was looking forward to. I had even been dumb enough to give him $100 to cover the room, feeling guilty about him spending his limited income on helping me.

I was totally out of my element. The room was nice, white painted furnishings with gold scrolling. A large-screen TV in the matching credenza, a king-size bed covered with a snow-white duvet dominated the room. It was an ideal environment for my first venture outside of my marriage bed.

I had not had another lover other than my husband since I lost my virginity in the backseat of Billy Marsden's father's car on the night of the high school prom. That was so many years ago.

I had deliberately dressed unassumingly not wanting to give the image of a Jezebel. A cheery yellow summer dress with an old-fashioned white bra and plain white silk panties beneath.

Since alcohol and smoking were two vices Pastor Eaton abstained from I went directly into the washroom to prepare to become an adulteress.

I stripped naked and looked at myself in the mirror. "Not bad!" I thought scrutinizing my still firm breasts and nicely rounded ass. I took a deep breath and got up the nerve to rejoin my lover.

"Very nice!" Eaton said as he scanned my naked body. "Your husband is a foolish man".

Eaton approached me and guided me over to the waiting bed. He had turned back the duvet and laid me across the crisp white sheets. I lay on my back, legs slightly spread, while Eaton removed his underwear.

I caught a glimpse of his erection as he mounted me. It did not appear to be even as big as my husband's. Eaton worked his way between my legs and lifted my ankles to place them on his shoulders. I closed my eyes as I felt his cock enter me.

It was a surprisingly indifferent sensation feeling a strange cock occupying the space that had been previously dedicated to my husband's exclusive use. My pelvic muscles instinctively contracted around the visitor.

"Oh sweet Jesus!" Eaton moaned as he reached his maximum depth in my vagina.

Curiously I began to fuck.

The cock felt good, it excited my cervix just as John's did. Soon my juices were flowing to lubricate Pastor Eaton's cock just as they did John's. I wrapped my arms and legs around Eaton's grunting body and thrust my hips upwards to meet his plunges.

"Oh yes, fuck me, I am a naughty girl!" I pleaded.

I could not believe what was happening, here I was fucking my pastor and talking dirty to him! It felt so good.

Eaton's cock may not have been big but her knew his way around a pussy. His strokes awakened sensations that had been sleeping for over a decade. Expertly he knew where the triggers to my orgasm were located. 

We had now fallen into a frantic dance of lust, Eaton's erection stabbed in and out of me in rapid piercing thrusts. My uterus bears down on his blade craving his life-giving sperm. 

"Come in me pastor!" I moaned.

"What about John?" he asked.

"Who's John?" I smiled.

I felt his warmth filling my hungry womb.

I returned home a "born again" woman. No more stodgy inhibitions about sharing my body. I had discovered fucking other men could be as pleasing or even more pleasing as fucking my cheating husband. If he wanted to stick his dick into Dianne McLean then good luck to him, I was about to have my first black cock.

I had casually leafing through the pages of "Black & Proud" magazine at the Wal-Mart book department when I came across the picture. It was the New York Knick's star forward, Malik Rose. Rose was completely naked and 10" of black cock hung down almost to his knees! Right then I decided I had try a black cock in me.

Malik Rose was out of the question but Vince Scott who owned the corner variety store was a black man built like a professional football player. Scott was married but always looked at me lustfully when I shopped in his store. I figured it would be easy to tempt him into my bed.

I had not ventured out of the house without a bra for years but drastic plans called for drastic measures. I was sure once Scott got a glimpse of my bare breasts he would be putty in my hands.

There was only one old guy at the counter buying a lottery ticket when I entered the store. I felt naked without a bra and only a loose fitting tank top covering my large breasts.

Discreetly I wandered to the back of the store pretending to look for a certain brand of soda until the other customer left with his lucky ticket.

"Mr. Scott, do you have any of the diet ginger ale?" I called.

Scott made his way back to where I was looking.

I was bent forward and the neckline of my top hung open allowing an excellent view of my bare boobs to the shopkeeper. I could feel Scott's caressing my exposed nipples.

"Do you see any?" I asked.

"Oh sorry, no, maybe there's some in the back room." Scott was torn back from his lustful thoughts.

Shall I come and look with you?" I offered.

The stockroom was maze of cardboard boxes and cases of soda. A narrow door from the store separated it. The cases of soda were in the back corner out of sight from the store entrance. That is where I embraced Scott and kissed him. 

His hands run up my sides lifting my top with them. He filled his hands with my naked tits as out tongues intertwined. I left with a bottle of diet ginger ale and a rendezvous arranged for later that night.

John called just before dinner to tell me he had to work late and would not be home until about 11 pm. I knew he was just going to stick his dick into Dianne but I didn't care. I told him not to hurry, I was going to have an early night and be in bed before dark. I did not tell him who I was going to be in bed with!

Scott arrived after 7 pm parking his car in the school parking lot like I had asked him. Quickly I whisked him in the side door of the house and locked the door.

I had changed into my white floor-length negligee to entertain him. The gown was made of transparent material and did not conceal ant details of my naked body. I had shaven for my black lover and my radiant pink nipples beamed through their veiled cups. 

I wasted no time getting Scott into the bedroom. I slipped off my gown and climbed onto the bed while he got undressed. 

When he pulled down his shorts and his huge black cock popped out, I smiled. He was no Malik Rose but his cock as bigger than any I had ever seen and it was about to go into me. Reaching into the pocket of his discarded trousers he retrieved a foil wrapped condom, he opened the package and carefully rolled it down over his erection.

Scott was like a mountain of Precambrian rock covering me as I lay there legs wide open ready to be invaded. He positions his massive cockhead at my entrance; it feels warm, smooth and big! Slowly he introduces me to the marvel of black cock, his mammoth auger spreading my labia as he enters me. My vagina is challenge to accept such a massive insertion, my cervix forming a tight glove around his cock. Slowly and gently he feeds inch after inch of endless cock into where it belongs until finally I have taken it all. I feel like the proverbial "stuffed turkey", never ever had I felt so full of cock.

"Oh my God!" I moaned as we began to fuck.

Slowly at first he begins to slide his thick pole in and out of my bloated fuck hole. My hips follow his motion in an attempt to control the friction he is creating within my pussy. Gradually as I adapt Scott increased the rhythm of servicing me. My legs are now tightly wrapped around his ass as my body rises and falls riding his cock.

"Oh yes, yes, fuck me baby!" I plead in my delight,

Scott answers my plea driving the considerable length of his black cock deeper into me than any man had been before.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" I moan about twenty times as my pussy is ravished by blacksnake. I am certain that the black man has destroyed me for use by inferior white cocks; this huge black cock has permanently altered my cunt.

Here I was with another woman's husband's cock in me and enjoying it far too much.

"Take the condom off." I whispered into his ear.

"What?" Scott said in amazement.

"I want you to come in me." I asked.

I don't know why but something in me craved having my eggs exposed to Scott's black baby seed. John had had a vasectomy so there had been no need for me to use birth control. Pastor Eaton had emptied his sperm into my womb and now I was inviting a black man to come in my unprotected pussy! Was I insane? John should have never stuck his dick into McLean or any other bimbo! 

Scott withdrew briefly to remove the unwanted rubber. Quickly he lid back into my now well-lubricated tunnel. Bare kin caressed my sensitive tissue and the sensation was divine.

"Oh yes Baby, make me pregnant!" I taunted him.

Anyone would tell you it is not a good idea to tease a guy with his bare cock in you about making you pregnant. But at the time I didn't give a shit, if I got knocked-up too bad. I knew my uterus was committed to taking Scott's genes. 

I could feel Scott was close; I was on the brink trying to hold back so we could come together.

"Now Baby, now!!" I cried as my orgasm escaped on me.

It hit me like a tropical storm, ripping control of my body from me in its powerful tentacles.

"Oh my God, I can't stand it!" I screamed as I morphed into a brilliant star careening through an endless sky.

My orgasm was unbelievable, the kind you only hear about in stories but have never experienced. Just as I was learning to control my spasms I felt the gush of Scott's sperm flood my womb, oh my God I was certainly pregnant! 

Infidelity



Sally is sitting at her desk finishing up her work for the day. She looks at her watch and is pleased to see she is done an hour early. Things between her and her husband have been a little rocky lately so she decides to go home and see if she can spice things up with her husband. David was laid off work a month ago, making finances tough. 

Despite their tight budget, he has decided to take a month off to relax and refresh his mind before jumping back into the workforce. A few weeks ago, he mentioned that he would like to have a threesome. After six years of marriage, she understands that their sex life has become a little stale, but she told him she is not interested in bringing another person into the relationship for fear that it would push them further apart. She is not the sharing type of person.

She pulls into the driveway and parks next to him then heads inside the house. Wanting to surprise him, she quietly opens the front door and closes it behind her. She hears the faint sound of moaning coming from upstairs and figures David is watching a porno movie, which he does often. She hopes to catch him in the action of masturbating, to which she will use for an opportunity to have sex with him.

Her body is getting excited by simply thinking about seeing him sitting in the office chair with his hand wrapped around his hard piece of meat, while he is staring at the computer screen. Quietly, she makes her way up the stairs to the second floor. As she reaches the second floor hallway, she notices that the sounds are coming from the bedroom, not the office. She quietly walks down the hallway and looks into the bedroom to find her husband naked on top of another woman who is blindfolded and tied to each corner of the bed. It makes sense to her now why he was asking for a threesome.

Sally stands in the doorway for a moment, watching in disbelief, until her husband looks over and notices her standing in the doorway. He immediately freezes, buried deep inside of this girl. Sally decides to play it cool rather than murder both of them. She smiles at him and curls her finger towards herself without saying a word, instructing him to follow her.

He slowly slides off the bed which prompts the girl to ask, "Why did you stop? Where are you going?"

David slowly walks toward his wife, with his dick pointing straight out like a handle. Sally grabs his wet dick and guides him down the hallway without so much as a peep. She leads him to the far bedroom at the other end of the hallway. When they are in the spare bedroom, she turns to him and gives him a long, seductive kiss while holding his manhood in her hand. 

She whispers, "You were really serious about having a threesome huh?"

David is flabergasted and doesn't know how to respond. He is shocked by his wife's calm demeanor after finding him in bed with a younger woman. He totally expected her to fly off the handle and beat the shit out of him, but she hasn't. He gives her a half smile then says, "That would be great!"

Sally gives him another long seductive kiss while stroking him slowly then pulls back and says, "I will give you a threesome on one condition. You go back into the bedroom and do not say a word. You will sit in the rocking chair and be still while I go find something to tie you up. You will then stay silent and allow me to have my way with you and her. If you are a good slave, then I will let you have a threesome with me. Agreed?"

David is concerned about letting her take control and bind him with the other girl tied up naked in the bedroom also. He realizes that he doesn't have much other choice unless he is willing to lose everything he has to her when she files for a divorce so he nods his head in agreement. 

"Is she even eighteen?" Sally inquires.

He responds, "Yes, just turned nineteen" before he heads into the bedroom and sits in the rocking chair that is facing the bed and waits for his wife to return.

Sally heads downstairs and grabs plastic wrap from the kitchen then heads upstairs and removes shoe laces from a pair of David's shoes to bind his hands to the rocking recliner chair arms. She ties his wrists tightly to the chair arms in between the second and third rungs supporting the chair arms with the shoe strings then uses the plastic wrap to wrap the rest of his arms to the chair.

When she is finished with his arms, she uses the plastic wrap to tie his feet to the legs of the chair. After all four of his limbs are secured, she wraps the plastic wrap around his chest and hips, binding his body firmly. Taking a step back, she admires her work. Satisfied that he is not going anywhere, she puts a finger to her lips, telling him to keep silent.

Having secured the second of her two victims, she decides to have a little fun with the cheating whore who is lying down on her bed with the front of her body fully exposed. Sally winks at David before sitting next to the female on the bed. She leans down and begins to suck on the girls nipple, causing the girl to moan.

The girl has heard movement in the room and did not know what was going on, but she figures this was part of David's plan to get her excited then tease her before taking her all the way. She feels the lips on her nipple and thinks it is David, though she can smell the perfume of another woman. She wonders if David sprayed some of his wife's perfume, though she didn't hear the spray bottle spritz.

Sally alternates between one nipple and the next, sucking hard on the nipple. Hearing the sound of a female moan in person is somewhat erotic to her. She feels her own body begin to react to the moans. She has heard women moan many times on porno movies, but has never been around a woman in real life that is moaning. She never thought she would want another woman in her bed, but now that she is here, she intends to make her pay.

She sees that the woman is clearly aroused so she decides to have some more fun with the tramp. She slowly runs her hands up and down the girl's ribcage. Her fingers glide over the woman's flat stomach, something Sally wishes she still had. Her fingers move up the stomach and glide over the girl's firm breasts, something else she wishes she still had. The girls' breasts feel so soft that she takes them in her hands and massages them for a few seconds before softly gliding her hands back down the woman's body.

Sliding off the bed, Sally turns to her husband who's eyes are practically popping out of the sockets. When she walks toward him, he mouths "What are you doing?" She leans in and whispers in his ear, "Having a little fun."

David's dick is still hard and sticking up between his legs. Sally grabs two hair ties off her dresser then wraps them tightly around David's testicles, enjoying the sight of them turning bright red. She slides her hand over David's hot flesh and slowly strokes him a couple of times. She noticed a condom on the dresser while getting her hair ties so she opens the package, assuming this is the condom he intended to use on his mystery partner. She slides the condom over David's dick then returns to the girl on the bed.

Sally slides between the girls legs and starts massaging the girls inner thighs. The girl sighs and says, "That feels so good." 

Sally continues to massage the girls inner thighs, inching closer and closer to her outer labia until the back of her fingers are pressing against the girl's lips. The lips are swollen and retracted, begging for action. Sally presses her finger against the tip of the girl's swollen clit, causing the girl's hips to rise in the air as the girl moans softly.

"Don't tease." the girl begs.

Sally smiles to herself, knowing that a tease is what the girl will get. She makes small, soft circles on the girl's clitoris hood, watching the hips grind and hearing the girl begin to breath hard. Sally looks back at her husband who is watching intently. She adjusts her body so that he can see everything before smiling at him. 

The movements of the girl's body, combined with the frequent moans that are growing louder, tells Sally that the girl is getting close to an orgasm. She continues to make slow, deliberate circles with her thumb on the girl's swollen clitoris. Just before the girl is about to come, Sally pulls her hand away. The girl grunts in displeasure, gasping for air. Her hips continue to thrust off the bed for a few seconds, begging to be touched.

Sally returns to massaging the girls inner thighs, seeing the girls vagina leaking juices onto the bed. She can feel her own wetness between her legs as she enjoys teasing this pretty little girl. She rolls her two thumbs into the skin of the girl's inner thighs, making slow soft circles.

"You are such a tease." the girl says in a seductive voice. 

Sally smiles as she moves her thumbs back toward the center of the girl's crotch. She places her thumb on the girl's clitoris and begins massaging it once more until the girl's hips are rocking against her thumb and about to explode. Again Sally pulls her hand away.

"Don't stop. Please let me come." the girl whines.

Sally strokes the clitoris two more times, causing the girl's hips to jump off the bed and release a long moan. Just before the girl is about to come, she pulls her hand away again. The girl begs her not to stop again. Sally looks back at her husband and gives him an evil grin. She slides off the bed and undresses, leaving her clothes a heap on the the floor.

Ready to tease her husband, Sally walks over in front of David and licks his lips then takes one of her breasts in her hand and presents it to his mouth. He sucks on her hard nipple while she looks him directly in the eyes. After a few seconds she grabs her other breast and does the same. She looks down and sees that he is cleary aroused from the situation. She grabs hid dick with her free hand and begins to slowly stroke him while he sucks on her hard nipple. She can feel the heat of his manhood between her fingers as she strokes the length of his dick in a slow, agonizing manner. 

David moans slowly as he enjoys the pleasure of her hand. She can hear him starting to breath heavy when she pulls her breast away from his mouth. His warm mouth felt good around her nipples and primes her body for more action. She can feel her own wetness between her legs as well as the aching of her clit. 

Not wanting to let the girl come down from her excitement too much, Sally returns to the bed. She slides between the girls legs once more and inserts her index finger inside the girl. The girl moans softly as Sally begins plunging her finger inside the girl's wet vagina. After a few seconds, Sally begins licking the middle of the girl's slit and gently touching the protruding clitoris. She is rewarded with moans and grinding hips.

"Oh yes, that feels sooo good" the girl moans in response to the action between her legs.

Sally movements are slow and deliberate, giving the girl a slow climb toward an orgasm once more, stopping just before allowing the girl to orgasm. The girl begs for an orgasm, making Sally enjoy this all that much more. She wants the girl to be desperate for an orgasm.

"Please fuck me daddy. I want to feel you pound me hard and make me come all over your dick." the girl pleads, thinking it is David between her legs.

Sally looks back at her husband and puts a finger up to her lips once more, reminding him to stay silent. She leans down and runs her tongue slowly up the girls slit then circles the clitoris, feeling the girls hips rise off the bed and grind against her chin. The girl starts gasping for air in a short, erratic manner, clinging to the edge of an orgasm. Sally pulls away and slides off the bed.

"Please let me come. I will do anything you want." the girls pleads.

Sally walks over to David and kisses him passionately, letting him taste the juices of the girl on her lips. David licks the juices off Sally's mouth as she strokes him once again. This time she strokes David in a fast, intentful manner. David's hips try to grind against her hand the best he can, but the plastic wrap holds his hips to the rocking chair. Sally continues to stroke him until he is also breathing heavy. She reaches further down and fondles his bound testicles, making him groan in both pleasure and pain. She pulls his hard dick in her direction and uses the head of his dick to stroke her own aching clit, grinding her hips against the tip as she slides his dick up and down her slit.

Wanting to be pleased and give herself an orgasm, she straddles the front of the chair best she can and pushes her hips forward until her vagina is just above his dick. She bends her knees and inserts the first couple inches of his dick inside her and starts grinding against him. The feeling of his hot meet inside her makes her want to moan, but she holds back her moan, not wanting the girl to know there is a third person in the room yet.

David moans softly as she begins grinding her hips against his dick for several seconds. Needing to feel more pressure against her clit, she removes his dick and uses his head to make firm circles against her clit. She leans in and kisses him, moaning into his open mouth as she pleasures herself with his hard dick. She can feel herself getting close to an orgasm, but doesn't want to come yet herself, so she pulls her body away from his dick then backs up.

Enjoying the taste of the girl, Sally begins licking and sucking the girl's clit again just the way she imagines she would want it if she were the girl. It doesn't take long before the girl is fully aroused and getting close to an orgasm yet again. Sally laps at the girl's vagina opening as the girl's juices begin to flow once more. Sally can tell that the girl's clitoris is starting to become sensitive so she uses the tip of her tongue to flick the crest of the clitoral hood, driving the girl crazy. She knows that the touch is enough to keep the girl on the edge of an orgasm, but not enough to send her over the clit. Sally then closes her mouth over the clit and sucks on it until she feels the girl's body begin to shudder. Just before the girl hits the crest of the orgasm, Sally pulls away yet again. The girl's hips collapse onto the bed just before the girl groans in displeasure, growing tired of being teased and brought to the edge of an orgasm without letting her come.

Sally straddles the girl's hips and softly runs her fingers over the girl's ribcage and stomach, causing the girl to shudder from the light touch on her sensitive skin. Her hands move up the girls inner arm until she reaches the girl's wrists. With her lips just an inch from the girl's lips, Sally leans in and gives the girl a long, deep passionate kiss, twirling her tongue with the girl's tongue. After a few seconds Sally pulls away and they both gasp for air. Sally quite enjoys the soft touch of the girl's lips and the tenderness with which she kisses.

The feeling and the taste of the lips also feel different to the girl. The girl could swear that the lips were female, but doesn't have a way to confirm it. She is so wired with arousal that she doesn't care at this point. All she wants is to reach an orgasm. To her dismay, she feels hands massaging her breasts and feeling the pinch of her nipples. The sensations feel wonderful, but do nothing to move her toward an orgasm.

Sally enjoys playing with the girls breasts and pinching her nipples as she stays up on her knees, careful not to put her wet vagina down on the girl. Ready to tease the girl once more, she readjusts to the end of the bed, this time straddling the girl's left leg so that David can see between the girl's legs. Sally inserts two fingers inside the girl and is greeting with a low, moan. Sally slowly slides her two fingers in and out of the girl's vagina, feeling the inner walls grip her finger. She finds the feeling of the gripping walls against her fingers interesting. Wanting to maximize the girl's pleasure, Sally curls her two fingers and rubs against the inner walls, massaging the girl's G spot. It takes a few seconds before the girl begins to react, but react that girl certainly does.

"Oh my God!" the girl exclaims as her hips thrust up into the air, grinding against Sally's hand. Sally frantically plunges her fingers deeper inside and out of the walls, feeling the girl ride her hand. For the first time, she can kind of understand what it feels like for a man to ride a girl with his dick. She continues to violently thrust her fingers inside the girl, watching the girl's body twist and turn on the bed as the girl clasps her fists together. Then, all at once, Sally removes her fingers and slides off the bed, letting the girl's hips fall to the bed once more, laying in a puddle of wetness. Sally can see the girl's body covered with a glaze of sweat.

"Why...did you...stop?" the girl asks between deep gasps of air.

Sally turns to her husband and straddles his arms, putting the weight of her ass on his lap. She positions her thighs at the base of his dick then grabs him by the back of the neck, pulling herself forward. This allows her feet to grab hold of the wooden board at the bottom of the rocking chair, just above where the chair connects to the rocker and the base. Using her feet to prop herself up, she lowers her vagina on top of his hard rod and bounces up and down, also causing the chair to rock back and forth. She rides him hard, thrusting her hips violently onto his dick as she holds onto him for balance. 

She can feel herself getting close to an orgasm and begins grinding her hips. David can feel himself working toward an orgasm as well, but is unable to come with his testicles tied up. He is on the edge of an orgasm as she rides him, but unable to finish. Sally rides him until she is just about to have an orgasm, then she pulls him out of her inner walls and uses the tip of his dick to frig her swollen, aching clit. Within seconds she can feel the most powerful orgasm she has ever experienced flow through her body like a volcano erupting. The power of the orgasm is a combination of teasing her two submissives and being horny. Without thinking about it, she can hear herself moaning loudly.

It isn't until after she begins to come down from her orgasm, the weight of her ass resting on David's legs, that she realizes the other girl now knows she is in the room. She doesn't care in the least, after all, the skank is in her house, on her bed and bound to Sally's wills and desires.

With her legs burning like they are on fire, Sally slowly climbs off her husbands lap, barely able to stand. Her knees are week from the orgasm and burning from the strain of straddling both her husband and the rocking chair. She kneels down before David and removes the hair ties from his testicles. The moment the pressure is released she hears David groan in pain and sees drops of precum fill the tip of the condom.

"What is going on?" she hears the girl ask a second time. "David, who else is in here with us?"

Sally puts a finger to her mouth as she gives him a serious scolding look just to make sure he doesn't speak. David doesn't say a word. His reward is Sally removing the condom then slowly stroking the length of his hard, throbbing dick. Her movements are slow and deliberate, taking minutes to get him to the edge of an orgasm. Each time he is about to come she stops stroking and squeezes the tip of his dick, not allowing the semen to escape. 

She softly massages his testicles with her free hand, knowing they must be sore from being backed up with his semen. She knows his dick like the back of her hand after several years of marriage. She also

knows that the underside vein of his dick begins throbbing just before he comes. She softly slides her mouth down the length of his dick and then glides her tongue down the backside as she moves her lips back up his manhood. 




Infidelity



Feeling the vein in his dick throb, Sally removes her mouth then squeezes the tip of his dick again. When she feels the rhythmic throbbing of the vein stop she removes her hand and watches precum ooze out of his dick hole. The milky white semen slides down the front of his dick. After a few seconds of listening to David's heavy, erratic breathing and listening to him groan, she wraps her hand around his dick and slowly milks him from the base all the way up to the tip. After doing this twice, she feels him begin to throb again. She stops and stands up, walking away from him, letting him sit there in agony.

The girl is lying in sticky dried sweat, listening to David moan and groan as she wishes to be freed. She is spent from getting close to an orgasm without getting a release. Her body still feels electric, even though the feelings of being close to an orgasm has subsided, at least for the moment. 

Sally moves between the girl's legs one last time and pulls the girls skin around the mound taut, exposing the semi-hard clitoris from inside the hood. Sally licks the clitoris twice, making it wet. The girls makes a cooing sound. Sally uses her free index and middle finger to begin massaging the exposed clit, causing the girls hips to hump the air, begging for more friction.

The two fingers glide softly over the exposed clit, driving the girl practically insane. The girl can feel the sensations of an orgasm quickly building once again. She prays that she is allowed to have an orgasm this time. Wanting to toy with this girl, Sally changes the speed and intensity of her fingers on the girl's clit while also pausing from time to time. Her fingers are going fast then slow, pressing hard then soft; all the while watching the girl's hips raise off the bed then fall like a brick. The girl's moans grow long and loud then become short and soft, turning into whining sounds.

"No more, no more." The girl pleads. "Please don't tease me no more. I am too sensitive."

Sally pays no attention to the girls pleas, continuing to tease her for about five minutes, letting her get close to an orgasm then letting the orgasm subside before bringing her back to the brink of an orgasm all over again. After the fifth or sixth time, Sally brings her to the very edge of an orgasm before withdrawing all together, letting the girl lay in her own puddle of sweat once more.

David watches Sally walk over to him and prays that she doesn't torture him the same way, though he fully expects to get the same treatment and knows that he deserves it. Sally sits down on the wood foot stool in front of him and softly runs her fingers up and down his upper thigh then begins to slowly stroke the length of his penis, one stroke at a time with a half second pause between each stroke. After teasing him like this for a minute, she begins stroking him hard and fast.

"You want to come?" she finally speaks out loud.

"Yes, yes." he replies as she is pushing him close to an orgasm.

When she feels that he is getting close to an orgasm, she slows back down to slow, deliberate strokes, milking his semen inch by inch toward the head of his dick. She can feel the vein throb each time she strokes the length of his dick. While holding the base of his dick, she runs her tongue up and down the back of his penis, teasing the vein and making him grunt in both pleasure and frustration.

Within a couple of minutes he is begging for her to let him come. She is reveling in the power and control of her weak husband. With each stroke she can feel her power and control increasing. She sees precum form on the top of his dick as she gives him a long, slow stroke with her hand. He is panting like a dog out of breath. She grabs the tip of his dick and slowly strokes the length once before pausing for a second.

Knowing that he is on the edge of an orgasm, she grabs his balls and squeezes as she strokes him once more. She can feel his hips try to thrust forward as she strokes him again. She hears him begging over and over to let him come.

"Do you want to come?" she asks him each time she strokes the length of his penis.

Wanting to finally make him come, she begins stroking in the same slow, deliberate manner from the base of his dick to the head. After two strokes she feels his vein begin to pound like a drum. She strokes him one last time and then pulls her hand away, letting his semen ooze out of his head and run down his length as he grunts in stilted pleasure. The semen pours over his head like a volcano overflowing. She stands up and sticks her semen covered finger in his open mouth, making him taste his own juices.

She walks over to the girl and gives her a wet, sloppy kiss then slides her finger in the girl's mouth, sharing the remains of his semen. The girl has listened to Sally's husband beg and plead for an orgasm and realizes that the female in the room must be the husband's wife. She wonders if his wife has been the one teasing her. She hopes that the wife will also allow her to finally have an orgasm.

Sally leans down and sucks on the girl's ear lobe for a second then asks with a whisper, "Would you like to come also?"

The girl softly says, "Yes please."

Sally laughs then says, "I will let you come also, but not just yet. You are going to have to earn yours."

She leaves her husband's crotch covered in his sticky mess as she leaves the room, goes to the kitchen and pours herself a glass of wine then sits in the living room recliner.

To be continued...



Infidelity



Rochelle and I were in the same high school class. We knew each other, it wasn't that large a school, but we weren't good friends. I thought she was a slut. She probably thought I was too much of a 'good girl'. In fact, I was. Still am, I guess.

That was almost twenty years ago. Now we're both working in the same offices of a division of a very large corporation. She's in sales, I'm in finance, so we don't work together but she's apparently decided that based on high school together we're old buddies. I eat my lunch at my desk. Two or three days a week, depending on her schedule, she comes into my office for us to eat lunch together. I'd like to stop it but can't figure out how without being a bitch.

She can't talk about politics or art or sports. All she talks about is her sex life. Her very, very active sex life. She's apparently spent the last twenty years fucking half the population of our state -- male, female, singly or in groups. She proudly claims that many of our large business contracts were obtained by her while in bed with the people that made the decisions - people from both our company and our clients.

Oddly, she isn't riven with diseases and is actually fairly good looking. for our almost-forty ages.

She also spends all the time she isn't discussing her latest sexual adventure telling me how much I'm missing by being such a stick-in-the-mud and being true to my husband.

I try to not argue with her, I don't really want to hear any more about cock sizes and stamina and orgasms. But I did finally get exasperated enough to blow up at her.

"Rochelle, I've probably had as much sex over the last twenty years as you and enjoyed it all just as much as you claim you do. Rob spends a lot of time with his mouth and fingers down there getting me off and I love his cock and it's feel and taste. I've swallowed loads and loads of sperm and cum all over his face thousands of time. When we first got married we'd do it ten or twelve times a day, almost never ending. We'd do it two or three times, get sated, take a break and go do something else, then grin at each other and get back to the bedroom and do it all again. And again and again. I love sex. And I think having sex with the man you love is so much better than casual sex with whoever happens to be available at the moment, that I'm sure I've actually had better sex than you ever have thought of. So there."

Well, that only stopped her for a moment. She actually seemed happy that I claim to love sex. It made me wonder if she was really trying to get me to have sex with her. But instead she went back to asking if I'd ever even thought about having a different cock. Guys are all different, she'd claim, some are better than others. They all do things a little differently. Cocks are different from one another, sperm tastes different. Haven't I ever wondered at all what it would be like with someone else, don't I wonder if I'm missing something?

Anyway, for months, I put up with this. I have to admit, it does make me think a little. I do love sex and have always enjoyed it. And after fifteen years of marriage, I'm not getting as much as I would prefer. I understand why. Both Rob and I work full time. We have two kids, Joanie and Bobby, 13 and 11. Raising kids is full time. Shopping and cooking and maintaining the house all take time. There's just not much time left and we're both probably too tired to do much of anything. But it does make me wonder some time about how we could have more sex.

When we were first married almost our whole lives involved sex. I was a virgin but Rob must have had some experience to be so good at it. We were naked. He played with my breasts, kissed them sucked on the nipples. I got feelings right down into my groin that I'd never had before. Then he kissed on down and started to lick and finger me and I had an orgasm so big that I think I fainted briefly. Much more than I'd ever had before. Then he pushed into me and the feeling of him inside me was just glorious. 

I realize now that everyone doesn't react like me. But with Rob, the more sex we had, the more I got turned on. I got a little sore but it was a good sore. I loved every moment. I wanted him hard and useful again so tried playing with him, licking him, sucking blood back into him. And it worked. We fucked again and again. He ate me over and over. I sucked him over and over. I even had thoughts back then about getting another man involved so I wouldn't have to wait until he could get it up again, I could fuck constantly. We never did that, though.

I love sex. I love Rob. I love his cock and he sure seems to love my body, my pussy. He's still as handsome and well built as ever and I hope I am, too. I sure work at it. Guys do make passes at me sometimes and he laughs and tells me of some girls at his office, so I know they make passes at him. But I love him. He loves me. We have so much going for us. Maybe not as much sex as I'd like but it's a great life.

Then one night, we'd just had sex, he was facing me, his one hand holding my bare butt. he says, " Barb, do you ever wonder about being with some other man?"

"What? No." The question was a surprise. Of course, I've wondered that occasionally but I don't like to admit it.

"You don't look at guys and think they're attractive, wonder what they'd be like?"

"Well, I'm not blind. So, yeah, I can notice if a guy is good looking or well built or whatever. But that doesn't mean I think about having sex with them." What's he getting at?

"Not even a little?"

"What are you getting at, Rob?" He's actually rubbing my butt a little which usually means he's interested in doing it again, which I'd be all right with. So I reach down between us to play with his cock a little.

"Well, I see pretty girls all the time. I can't help but notice them. And I always have thoughts about what it might be like to have sex with them. I think it's sort of natural. So I figured you must do the same."

"I don't but that doesn't mean you can't." Wait, is that really what I mean?

"Oh. Well, I wonder what their pussy is like. Is it as tight as you? Does it taste as good as you? Would she like to suck me the way you do?"

He sounds like Rochelle. I don't like this. I let go of his cock, even though it had started to grow a little. "You think of all those things about attractive women when you see them?"

"Well, yeah."

"Even if you see dozens of them a day? Even if it's someone you work with and see all the time? Like Diane that you've mentioned?"

"Well, yeah. I guess so."

"Do you ever do more than wonder? Do you know how Diane tastes and if she's tight?"

"Oh, well, I didn't mean that."

"Yeah, but do you?"

"Uh . . . well . . yes."

"So all of this was to let me know that you've cheated on me. That you've broken our marriage vows. And you decide to tell me right after you've had sex with me, while we're still naked and touching each other."

"You're getting mad."

"Damn right I am. It means everything has changed. I don't know how much everything has changed, I don't even know what I'm going to do about this. But you're so wrong you can't even imagine."

"I sort of hoped that maybe there's someone you want to find out about."

"Oh, if I cheated, too, that would make it all o.k. some how? You're nuts. How often have you been with Diane? No, don't answer that, what difference does it make. Once or a hundred times doesn't really matter." 

I got out of bed, grabbed a blanket and went to the den and lay down on the couch. I actually did get a few minutes sleep but not much. I was really pissed. I didn't know whether to kick him out, divorce him, try to make up, prove I'm sexier than Diane, who I've never seen, or what. But nothing could ever be the same again.

The next day at work, I had to start getting everything in order for the big corporate meeting in a week. Twice a year I have to go to this for three days, give reports on our finances as do my equals from other divisions, get clued in on corporate plans and how we fit. Myself and four or five others from here fly to New York City for meetings at corporate headquarters. It got my mind off Rob for a while.

Late that morning, the management of our division had a bunch of us in a meeting, planning for the upcoming corporate meeting. As always, Gary made some suggestive comments to me.

Gary is a year or two older than me. Probably Forty. He's the office romeo. Most of the secretary's apparently dream of getting with him. Rumor is that some have. Rochelle has made it plain that she'd love to hop in bed with Gary. He is good looking, I'll admit. Dark, trim, tall. I think he probably makes passes at a lot of females but I know he always does at me. He tells me how attractive I am and what a great body I have and how we ought to get together because he'd treat me well and I'd love it. I've always just smiled and fended him off, even though I'm attracted to him just like all the other females. Which I think makes him even more eager after me. But he's never been obnoxious, he's actually very nice about it. Rochelle has made it plain that I'm crazy not to take Gary up on some of his suggestions. I mean, he is sort of movie-star handsome.

Anyway, we're leaving the meeting. As we walk down the hall, Gary starts at me again. I don't know why, maybe I just snapped or something. We're alone at the moment so I say to him, "Gary, get a suite in New York for this meeting. One with a spa or hot tub in the room. Something romantic. I'll stay with you instead of a room of my own." Then I turn and walk away, leaving him speechless.

Two hours later he calls me to tell me he has the room. Names the hotel. Suggests we meet at the airport and fly together. Crap, what have I done? Do I back out now? I can't really do this, can I. But I don't. I have a lot of second thoughts but I don't back out. We're actually going there the afternoon before. So we'll have four nights together in that room. A hundred times I'm ready to call and cancel. And I don't. I go home and try to avoid even talking to Rob but with two kids for us to care for it's impossible. But he's shut off and knows it. I wear my heaviest flannel nightgown to bed -- I'd sleep in another room but our kids are in the only other bedrooms. Maybe it's stupid, maybe it will just make him do more with Diane. What I'm planning is stupid, how can that help us? But I'm so pissed I just go ahead with everything. Not thinking right at all.

So here I am a couple days later, sitting on an airliner next to Gary, headed to New York. Somehow he managed to upgrade us to first class. He starts again telling me how gorgeous I am and trying to seduce me.

"Gary," I say, "I'm thirty eight years old, have given birth to two lovely children. I've had sex a lot. I love sex. You don't need to try and seduce me like you do the virginal young things in the office. I'm going to want so much sex from you that I'll probably wear you out."

His immediate response is just an "Oh." But then he goes on. "Just so I know for future use, why did you finally agree to this? I've tried a hundred times before without success."

"Because my loving husband of fifteen years, the father of my children, decided to tell me as we're naked in bed just finishing some excellent sex and working towards another round, that he's been cheating on me. My deciding to get even by cheating on him is probably the dumbest thing I could do but I'm so pissed off that I'm going ahead with this anyway. So I hope you're as good at it as you claim because I'm looking forward to having some of the best orgasms of my life."

That got another "Oh." Then he grinned and said, "Well, I'll try to see that happens. Maybe I can have some of the best of my life, too. You're sure built perfect for it." Then another pause, "How about a drink?"

"Gary, if you need a drink, I can have one, too. But I have no interest in getting drunk. I want all my senses sharp so I can enjoy you once we get there. It's the real reason we're going so early, so we'll have some time together before our meetings start. I told them that I needed the time to finish my presentation but it's all done. I hope yours is, too."

The rest of the flight was actually very nice. We got along fine. We talked some about the company and business. He asked about my children. I found out that he'd been married and his wife had cheated on him. We got to know one another much better.

At the hotel I went with him to check in. It took a little work but I managed to convince the desk clerk that I wanted us each to be checked into the room and that we should each be charged half the cost of the room. When she wasn't too sure about it, I explained it's just like splitting the check for a meal at a restaurant. I need a receipt for my expense account and so does Gary, and with the price of the suite split it would be more acceptable for both of us to explain to our bosses. I had told Gary that I wanted us being together to not be known to others but if somehow word leaked out, I'm sure we could both live with it somehow. I doubt very much if anyone in finance would ever bother checking the room number on our receipts, particularly since that person would normally be me.

The room is great. Big. Huge window looking our on New York City from the 30th floor. The shower in the bathroom is huge, glass door, multiple heads. And the spa is beautiful, like a way oversized bathtub with nozzles to move the water. Gary is wonderful, too. Very fit. And he seems to love my naked body.

Rochelle was right, cocks are different. Robs is normal, Gary's is circumcised. A big knob on the end. They're similar in size. Gary's may be slightly thicker, it seems like that in my mouth and in my vagina. Rob's curves a little, curves up. Gary's is straight. So Rob/s feels a little different in my vagina, pushes against the upper side a little more. Although Gary's feels terrific.

I brought a nightgown but it turns out I never use it. The four nights we're there we just stay naked and have sex almost constantly. It was a lot like my honeymoon fifteen years earlier. I suck him, he eats me, he's hard again and we fuck. And fuck. We take a shower and I get him up again, sucking him a little so we can fuck some. We put on robes to eat dinner from room service then start over. Then, after another couple rounds we fill the spa and use it, which gets him up again and we fuck some more with the hot water rushing around us. Then to bed for a short nap and then some more sex. Then some sleep and I wake him by sucking him a while and we fuck some more. Then meetings all day and then back to being naked in our room again. And so on for four nights.

I have to admit that I absolutely loved it. After a while I get in a zone, a sex zone, I guess. I think I could just suck cocks, get eaten out and fuck forever. It's how I felt early in my marriage. I could use another man or maybe another two around, just so I could keep having sex for hours and hours. I couldn't ever do that, though. I couldn't let myself go like that and have multiple partners. If I ever did, I'd probably find out that I don't really like having constant sex for hours. It's probably best in my mind rather than in actual use.

As much as I enjoyed my time with Gary, I couldn't help but realize that it wasn't quite the same as it had been with Rob. The sex was there all right. But some degree of warmth, of what I guess is love, wasn't there. I wonder if it's gone forever.

Two days later, it's awkward at home remaining cold to Rob and talking very little. The kids are both in bed and we both end up in the kitchen. I decide to open things up some.

"Rob, when I went to New York for the meetings, I didn't sleep alone. I spent four nights with another man. We had a lot of sex. Almost like when we were on our honeymoon."

"Oh," he says. I can see him thinking. "Was it good?"

"Oh, yeah. It was. Lots and lots of sex. How about you and Diane?"

"I broke that off. I realized I'd screwed up. "

"Was the sex with her good?"

He looked at me odd. "Well, yeah. I mean, it would be difficult for sex not to be good. Some is better than others but it's all probably pretty good."

"True. I'll admit that the sex I had was good but it wasn't the same as we'd had in the past. But we had started to fall apart somehow, I think. We haven't had as much sex as I'd like for a while now."

"Well, truthfully, the forbidden part of sex with Diane was good. But the actual sex wasn't nearly as good as we've had."

"Maybe we should see if we can get back what we lost?"

I sucked him off first. At least in part because I just really love to. In part, it's because I've learned that if I do him first, then he'll do me and he's so very good at it. And then after he's got me all fired up, he's ready again. And that proved to be true this time, too.

I'm not sure what might happen from here. But tonight he has three orgasms, one in my mouth and two in my vagina, and I have five, a couple from his mouth and the rest from his cock inside me. I think I'll wake him in the morning sucking him and see how things go.



Infidelity



I watched as the pentagram rippled, filling with smoke. It was, to understate things, weird; it was as though the gas was trying to escape, but kept running up hard into an invisible wall. The final effect was that of a moving, writhing column of black marble, undulating in front of me.

"I command thee, demon, take a form!" I was hopeful, at the time, that my voice didn't shake, or that I sounded at least in control. The reality of the situation was that I was both too young and too inexperienced with summoning to truly be comfortable doing it for myself.

Ah well. I suppose it worked out for me in the end.

Demons are... Focused, I believe the nearest term would be, on an individual sin- more specifically, depending on rank, one of the seven deadlies. When you choose to summon a demon, you have to include in your summons the specific type of demon you want, based on what you want them for- it would not do to try to destroy someone's livelihood with rage or avarice; better, much better to use lust or pride. But then, pride demons were dangerous- if you had the ability to summon one, you would be lucky if your protective charms would be strong enough to stop their effect on you.

Sorry, tangent. I am- or was- a relatively young caller, and I had stumbled across a passage of an ancient summoning ritual which isolated a series of demons that hadn't seen the light of day for a long time. Demons- I thought- of lust, of desire.

Now, don't roll your eyes. Desire demons take far too many forms to just say mine was a succubus thing- I didn't summon them just to get my rocks off. Lust demons are the deal makers, the insidious, the Djinn. They meet us humans at crossroads, grant us wishes, fulfil our dreams. They are exactly what you want them to be. Be careful what you wish for.

All of this being said, I had controlled the summons as best I could. I had several limitations on the ability of the demon to influence my mind, and a rather clever little charm that stopped the demon from focusing on anything too strenuously- just on the off chance I did actually summon a succubus or an incubus. I will say this right here and now, though; nothing could have prepared me for who I actually got.

The smoke condensed slowly, writhing, swirling, forming an elongated diamond shape before reforming into a humanoid form. Long, flowing hair- was it brown, or scarlet? It didn't help that the smoke was still distorting the images- an hourglass shaped torso complemented by an absolutely fantastic set of breasts. I thought it relatively safe to call it a she, but at this point I was a bit distracted as the smoke truly cleared.

I was right; her hair was red. Not strawberry blonde, not metallic, but halfway between copper and rust. Her skin was so pale it glowed in the darkness, and I could see her veins delicate and intricate underneath.

Her face was a miracle of beauty; high cheekbones and a heart shaped face framing the most penetrating pale brown eyes I had ever seen. Her bone structure was fine, the sort you occasionally see in French girls, but her body.

God, her body!

She might have appeared French in terms of her delicacy, but her body was all Latin. Her breasts hung down slightly, not sagging, but these babies were just too large to fully escape the effects of gravity. They swayed with her movements, lifting, bouncing, even rippling slightly when they came in contact with her chest.

From there my eyes followed her curvature down to her hips, which flared out from the narrowest of waists wildly. Let me make this clearer; no human, male or female, could refuse this woman, based on this feature alone. There is something about the way a woman's hips sway and move that make men lust and women pant, and I was mesmerised by her.

Her ass was delectable. I have never wanted to spank a girl before, but- god help me- I could almost feel my palm against the soft flesh of her cheeks; watching as the red mark flowered out over the pale skin. I shook my head, trying to recapture my sangfroid before it was too late.

She was feeling her way around the protective circle with her hands, probing, seeking holes. I smirked, watching her. Her nakedness and sheer sexiness made her body magnetic- even with clothes on, she would draw attention. I suppose my attraction was somewhat inevitable. She was kind of everything I wasn't. Where she was short, barely coming up to my shoulders, I was tall- her mouth was at the same height as my breasts, for god's sake! She was so pale, so stark; I was Latin, but dark. My mother was from Columbia, and my father was Nigerian. Her shape, despite my description, was tiny, and while completely in proportion she could have been a gymnast or a ballet dancer; I was tall, not bodybuilder, but strong. I worked out, and thus my body showed the signs of it. I was the sort of girl that guys find... intimidating. Most men cannot bring themselves to bed someone taller than themselves, so little wonder I liked girls more.

I never considered myself attractive, but if I looked into a mirror I could at least give myself a pass grade. I kept my hair long (really, why is it that the stereotype of lesbians involves shaved heads and masculine women? Or it involves someone like Katy Perry- the consummate male fantasy. Is there no in between in people's minds?) and my features were feminine enough, I suppose. I liked my eyes; twin pools of deep brown, just a shade or so darker than my skin. Sigh. I suppose I should describe my body as well then. My breasts were large enough to get in the way, so I almost constantly wore a pickup bra. I was toned, so my stomach was good- not six pack good; I never liked that perception of beauty. But I despaired of ever disposing of my ass.

I work our heaps. I am as healthy as I possibly can be. So why -WHY- can I not get rid of my ass? I mean, it is as big a j.lo's at its worst. Look, I know what you're saying- you're complaining about having a big ass, but I'm sure it looks fine, but you don't get it. I always have- had, I suppose. Kind of got lost in there, forgot what happened. Ah, well- to look out, make sure it looks okay at least. I can't wear skirts, for fucks sake, because no matter what they ride up whenever I bend over and there goes my dignity- usually straight to some old Italian gentlemen sitting on a park bench nearby. At least I make- or at least I hope I make- their days.

Anyhow, I'm sure you can see my attraction to this creature. Not only was she a lust demon- and trust me, anyone could get turned gay by this broad. I'm lucky I was already there- but she was everything I'm not.

She stopped her movements, and turned to look straight at me. Her eyes stared right into mine, and I struggled to keep mine level.

She broke the staring contest first- to my relief- and looked me up and down. I couldn't help feeling a little self conscious; I was wearing a set of track suit pants and a college band tee shirt.

"Hmmm..." She said, still inspecting me. "Given the summons I expected someone a bit older, and probably more male. They used to frown on the women using magic, but I can see times have changed a bit. Like clothing." Her gaze returned to my eyes, and I felt my face grow warm.

"Been a while since I've been topside here. Care to fill me in on the details here, miss?"

I was taken quite significantly aback by all this. Demons, even the most powerful ones you can think of, did not behave like this. They considered their time on our planet to be a burden, even if they did grab a few souls on the way back. This creature was... intriguing.

"What do you want to know?" I said, not even bothering to try and stay mastery about this- so cliché, the "do my will, demon!" And the "yes master"(usually in a silibiant whisper). Urggh! Repress gag reflex. Continue.

"Well, start with the year- and please don't tell me you're still using that anno domini crap still?"

"Well, would it help if I said we no long say the year of our lord?"

"Not really. I kind of wished that I'd been on the planet- or at least in the general vicinity- when that oaf was stirring up the Romans and the Jews. Would have shown him a thing or two." She licked her lips, revealing an almost blood red tongue. I couldn't help it; I sighed a little. She took no notice- at least, I hoped she didn't.

"2010."

The demon rolled her eyes. "And you humans still haven't let go of that sanctimonious crap? 'Oh, love one another as I have loved cheese'!"

I couldn't help it; I smiled a little. Repressing it a bit, I replied, "I don't think I remember that version."

"Well," she looked down, toying at the ground using her foot- goddamn it, even those were sexy- "it went a little differently than that, but he liked cheese. I mean, he really liked cheese."

I must have looked a bit nonplussed, because she straightened up and looked at me inquiringly.

"Are you going to tell me why you summoned me? I mean, it's nice and all- I haven't come out of my little crispy shell in a long time, but..." She looked at me expectantly.

I shook my head. "I am a conjurer. My mother had the gift, and she taught me a bit, but she died a year or so ago."

The demon looked at me still. "She'd be downstairs wouldn't she? I mean, if she was a conjure woman, she'd be-"

"Don't even think about her!" I said forcefully. I really did not want a demon searching out my mum in hell because I have a big mouth.

The demon held up her hands, placating.

"Sorry. Didn't mean anything by it. You were saying?"

"I found a set of manuscripts. I found the remnants of a spell book, and I traced down the other words. I'm not sure if I had it entirely right, but something must have been right."

The demon looked impressed. "You are telling me you only had half an incantation and made up the rest? Nice."

"What do you mean, nice?"

"Well, the last time I came up I was kind of responsible for some bad business between a man and his best friend."

"That doesn't sound too bad."

"One of their names was Julius Caesar."

"Shit. So what, were you Cleopatra?"

"No; just got a commission on fucking Anthony and Jules up. You know, making sure they were no longer buddies. The usual."

I had meant to ask this question first, but in the moment I had forgotten.

"Who are you?"

The demon looked surprised. "You summoned me without my name? Damn, girl; you must be powerful!"

"Answer the question."

She looked playfully at me.

"It'll cost you."

I rolled my eyes. "What?'

"A kiss." She said reverently.

"Tell me and I'll judge whether or not I'll kiss you." She pouted.

"But my name kind of changes people's minds about me. You know, things are all good, and you're shacking up with several armies, then all of a sudden someone learns my name and I'm either banished, tortured- and believe me, I don't like torture more than anyone else- or being chased by angry mobs. And do you know what happens to a demon when a mob catches them?"

I thought for a moment. "You set fire to them?"

She shot me an annoyed look. "I hate it when humans already know the answers to your jokes. Here I am, trying to wallow in self pity, and you come along and burst my bubble. Why couldn't you ju-"

"You're stalling. Do I have to compel you?" I said, straightening my back until I was as tall as I could be. Never mind I would prefer lying on my back, her hair spread across my thighs...

"Fine. I am Infidelity."

I will admit, I wasn't expecting that. She was looking at me expectantly again, but this time it was tinged with worry. 

I smiled a bit. She was kind of genuine, in a way most people aren't, let alone demons. She caught on instantly, and smiled back.

"Call me Jezebel, or Delilah. Either is equally pertinent. Infidelity is kind of a crappy name. I like Delilah more- has a bit of sex to it. Exotic."

I nodded. "I summoned you because I wanted to see if I could, from the manuscript I had. You said you haven't been topside for a while; who did you used to work for? Do you know much transferable magic? That sort of thing." I shrugged, then tapped my chest with my finger. "Human; search for power and all that."

Delilah shook her head, but I could see the beginning of a pert smile on her face, creating dimples at the corner of her mouth. 

"Oh dear! And I thought you were one of the nice ones." She smirked at me, showing her teeth. They were gleaming white, and I could see the curved incisors, the length and sharpness of her fangs. They looked metallic, gleaming in the dimness of the room. I shivered a little, but then shrugged it off. As human as she seemed at times, she wasn't. She wanted my soul to toy with for eternity- melodramatic I know, but it helped me focus at what I was doing instead of her body. 

I know, but I hadn't gotten any for a while. Sue me.

"I have, well, rather a lot of practical magic that can be used here, but I can't teach you from inside this pentagram. As for who I worked with last, that would be for a shaman of a tribe in a place you probably haven't heard of, in a country that wasn't discovered yet when I was last out and about."

I wasn't going to let her out of the circle for a while yet; didn't trust her further than I could throw her, and I was far too attracted to her to really trust myself within arm's reach of her.

"Given your name, what sort of rank do you hold? I mean, in hell."

"Well... hard to say. Jealousy kinda likes me- for obvious reasons- and he's a disciple of Lust. I suppose I'm immediately under Jealousy, who is both equally under the jurisdiction of both Avarice and Lust. So that would put me... third from the top. But they're kind of mentals, using lesser to do the actual sinning. I'm more of an on-the-spot scene-of-the-crime sort of a girl." She smiled at me again, this time more friendly. Not that she needed to show her teeth to be scary. 

"Hang on," I said, ignoring her expression. "Isn't avarice the same as jealousy?"

"No, avarice is the desire for material objects, or for pleasure (she took great enjoyment out of gazing directly at me as she spoke, emphasising the word pleasure slightly) where as jealousy is the desire for something that is someone elses."

"Well?" she said, her hands going to her hips. She took a pose, leaning more on one leg than the other. Her movement made her breasts jiggle, and I could almost feel them in my hand. I wanted to feel them in my hand.

"Well what?"I said, rather crossly I'll admit. I don't like getting interrupted mid fantasy, and I was annoyed with myself for fantasising about a demon. Never mind the dry streak; there's no excuse.

"Well, what about my kiss? I'm not a deal demon, but I can get one who will testify in an open court that a bargain was struck, and we both know that deal demons are the best witnesses."

I rolled my eyes. She was incorrigible.

I walked over to her, making sure I did not disturb the chalk on the ground; as long as the lines didn't break, she couldn't do me ill. I liked this protective design; used it a bit. And yes, I have used succubi before. In this design. Thank you for those thoughts. That's right; I caught you.

She was so small. I could have picked her up, and held her against me tight, but that wasn't what she wanted. Her hand crept up, behind my neck, and pulled my face down to hers. I could smell her breath; coffee and chocolate could never even try to rival this smell. She smelt of decadence, of richness so opulent you could only have a small amount before it was enough.

I kept my eyes open, watching her face. She was unbelievable. Her eyes were so deep I could see her mind behind them, watch her thoughts swirling around inside. I wondered if she could see mine as well.

When her lips touched mine, I closed my eyes. I gave my lips over to her, and I lost myself. I was surrounded by her, her smell, her hair, her mouth. Oh god, her mouth. I kissed back hard, my tongue finding hers. She was so small, yet I could feel her every part where she had contact with me; her breasts were crushed hard against mine, my back arched as I leaned over. They were warm and unbelievably soft. I ran my hands down her back, feeling the delicacy of her shoulder blades, before cupping her ass. She moaned into my mouth, and I tasted blood.

I pulled back, more turned on than I have ever been in my life. I wanted the blood, wanted to taste it more, wanted to feel it flowing out of her and into me, but I was appalled. Clearly my spell protections were not enough against such a high demon; her powers were fiddling with my mind. I wanted her more than anything, but I stepped back. She mewed slightly, her arms reluctant to let me go, and her breathing ragged. 

"Do we really have to stop?" she said, her face disappointed.

I nodded. "Sorry, dear, but I can't have you eating me already. Where's your sense of foreplay?"

She smiled slightly. "Oh, Dearest, you haven't had foreplay until you've had it with me."

She dissolved into smoke, and left the ring, dissipating slowly.

I was left standing there wondering just exactly what her hair smelt like. 

 I was much better prepared this time- Much- and had placed a mental block over the normal protections. This way, she could not leave her own skull at all; no mind reading, no influencing, not aura of sensuality. Just physical, and there was a clause that I inserted into the ritual that stated if Delilah got hostile, or even had a thought of becoming hostile, I would be warned. I had also prepped a dismissal, and I only had to say the last word to send her back to hell.

She came as smoke again, before materialising as the redheaded girl. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and before I had even known it she ran over to me and hugged me, her arms reaching up around my neck, as she knocked me over.

I would have dismissed her, but she had knocked all the breath out of me. I was panting, as she smothered me with kisses, running up and down my neck.

"I didn't think you would summon me back!"

I gave her a look of reproach. She looked a little guilty. 

"Sorry, did you still want me to pretend that your pentagram is enough to confine me? I mean, it hurts and all, leaving it, but not much can stop me here." She sniffed in the air, as she lay on top of me, breathing in so deeply she pushed her breasts into my chest. 

"MMMMmmmm." She lifted her eyes, and looked into mine clearly. "I love this. This world, this time. Better than any before. So much sex, so many adulterers. Each time they cheat, it is like they are praying to me, and I get to share in their bliss."

I pushed her off me, my hands on her shoulders, my thumbs brushing against her hair. 

"Are you telling me that you could have eaten me at any point?"

She nodded, smirking. I really didn't like that expression. "Trust me, Dearest, I'm not going to deprive myself of the delicious foreplay we're having here."

She leant forwards, her hands at my waist, lifting up my tee shirt, kissing along the edges as she went. Now, I'm not a virgin, to either sex, but her kisses seemed to linger on my skin, long after her lips left each spot. Her touches were light, but every kiss left a trail of sensation. Her hands continued to lift up my shirt, until her thumbnails were toying with the fabric at the front of my bra. I was, to be honest, frozen; this was DEMON here, people! Never mind how pretty she was, or how her voice sounded sweet, or how her lips parted between my breasts, as she attacked the skin there, or how I could still feel her saliva on my stomach, a trail of fire and ice and desire. Or how I couldn't think, couldn't compose myself. 

I arched my back, as the demon kissed my far too sensitive skin, nibbling at the flesh. If I thought her lips felt amazing, her teeth were utterly mind-blowing; I could feel her breaking the skin, but it was so light and her teeth were so sharp that it didn't hurt. I couldn't feel pain, her fingers trailing symbols into my skin. But then she stopped, and looked up at me, her expression perplexed.




Infidelity



"What on earth are you wearing? This metal wiry thing over your breasts?"

I took this opportunity to regain my equilibrium, and pushed my shirt back down again. I stood up, and walked away towards the table where I kept a pitcher of water, deliberately turning my back on her.

"It's called a bra, and you are not to do that to me again." I said. The laws of the summoning were potent, far more so than maybe the protection symbols. God knew they were older. And the ritual itself would not have worked had my will been weaker than hers; ergo, I must have some form of power over her. I was kind of banking- or at least hoping- that it would be that she had to do as she was told.

She looked at me, her expression hardening, but shrugged. 

"Given that I can't 'do that again', as you ordered,- Really!- how on earth do you get out of that thing? And why wear it in the first place? As some means to keep your breasts from potential lovers? A trial to see if someone is worthy to see your breasts- if they can take it off without help, they get you?" She looked a bit irked, even a little pissed off.

"Where do you get off, asking questions like that?"

"I'm sorry, Master- sorry, what's the etiquette here? Are you Master or Mistress?" I looked at her helplessly for a second.

"Remember, never been summoned by a woman." She looked at me, hands on her hips. I couldn't help but smile; she was so serious.

"Why do you really need to know that? It doesn't really matter; I could just tell you my name; humans lost the knack of discovering true names centuries ago."

She stared at me, her eyes hard. "It Is necessary, because if you are going to play the Master role, you have to do the official thing. Like the ritual itself, the master/slave laws --the laws of the summon- indicate that I have to be subservient to a Master, but seeing as you're a woman, I need some form of title to attach."

She sounded a bit hurt now, and she walked back over to the pentagram, sitting on the chair I'd provided. I looked at her for a bit. 

What the hell?

I honestly thought she was offended by my action. I mean, I summoned her because I wanted to learn from her. The fact that she was interesting and gorgeous was a bonus, but I had no desire to lose my soul to her. 

I am not very good with people. I'm sure you've noticed; if you haven't, you could probably glean it from my attitude. I don't like them, mostly, so they don't tend to like me back. As a consequence of this, I was at a complete loss as to what I should do here.

I settled for at least establishing what was going on.

"Are you upset with me? Deli-"

"DON'T use that name on me! I give that to people I happen like, not to my masters! I thought you were different. Like my old friends."

Again, dumbfounded. Stumped. I sighed.

"Look, whatever you want me to call you, do you want to explain what the HELL you are talking about? I didn't mean to offend you before, but come on! You're a demon. You prey on humans. I'm a human." 

She turned around to me. Oh-oh. I'd done it now. Her hair had practically gone up a shade or two, and her eyes, while not glowing like a Rage demon, certainly glittered. I didn't take a step backwards, and just looked at her. 

She toned her feelings down a bit, but I could see she was still angry.

"I told you I was sent to Egypt. I had never known humans; not really. Most of my experiences with them had come from their association with my jurisdiction. Sinners, adulterers. Then I met a group of mages who were sun worshippers. One of them was a man who had immense knowledge of magic; enough to make me at least partially able to ignore my summons. 

"He knew me. He called me Jez. He loved me as a man loves a woman, and as his wife never did. But when I met her I was surprised. She might not love him, but she- and he- shared an appreciation for each other like that I had never seen. 

"He was my friend, my lover. I showed him things about the fabric of nature, of life. He showed me feeling, emotions, laughter. He distained the word Master for me, even though he had claimed me for his own slave by breaking the summoning chains between me and my former Master."

"But my master sent other demons after me. I fought them; I am high enough along the chain that his pathetic creatures were not enough. But I had to protect him, my lover.

"So I brought Antony together with Cleopatra, knowing that Caesar had eyes for her. I used what my lover showed me to bring them down. I used my lover's lessons in love for the greatest of wrongs."

Her eyes were no longer hard, or even soft. They were great wells of pain, creating trails of red down her face. 

"But, when the war came, I tried to find him. I looked everywhere. I used even my magic, innate, to find my master. But the chains which he had let lapse were too weak; there was nothing left of him or his wife by the time I found their bodies, on a cart to a mass grave. A casualty of war."

She stopped staring into space, and looked at me.

"I hate it. My name is not Delilah, or Jezebel, or Eve. My name is Infidelity, and it is my curse to break lovers apart from within. I use the very best of them to break them. It doesn't matter if I intend to or not; my every action leads to that result. Abbadon, the demon of destruction, applauded my work that day. He said," she stopped, her voice breaking, "He said that I should be proud, and he didn't know why I cried. They were only humans to him."

"And now I have you; a human. A woman who is gorgeous, who is the yin to my yang. When you summoned me, you didn't insist on a name for yourself, so I wondered about you. But now you tell me that because I am a demon, you cannot trust me, or like me? You sound like Abaddon. Then, do you think that I am merely here to be exploited, to be used then discarded? I am a thinking, living thing. How DARE you talk to me like that, as though I'm your slave?" 

She broke down, sobbing, her hands quickly becoming stained red with her tears.

I was still immensely nonplussed, but I walked over to her, and got on my knees in front of her. I wrapped my arms around her, and received a little token resistance before she let me.

I flinched a little bit away from the smell of blood, but I ignored it. I suppose I was guilty of a bit of a double standard, but being called a hypocrite is hardly a pleasant experience. She sobbed a bit into my shoulder, and I let her cry. I wasn't going to open my mouth for fear of finding yet another method of putting my foot in it, but I couldn't help but think; hang on, what if this is all an act? That was a wonderful, clichéd story, and the whole friendly, nice --human- thing as only a front, so that she could get a foothold on this world? 

She looked up at me, smiling a little bit. "There goes my reputation, you know. I'm meant to be one of the scariest demons in the Lust denominie, and you've gone and ruined that by making me cry." She laughed, a feeble little thing. I couldn't help it; act or no act, she was utterly adorable. I raised my hand, and placed it under her chin. I placed my lips on hers, and kissed her softly, lingeringly. At first, she seemed a bit surprised, but then she began to respond. 

It is at this point here that I should tell you, I don't really remember the next few seconds or minutes. It was like an orgasm, the entire time we kissed. You know how you can remember how sex feels, but not truly remember? That is what I remember from the next however long it lasted. 

I can remember her lips tasted of copper, but instead of that throwing me off like it did last time I pressed harder into her, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth; past her half open lips. I'd forgotten about the knives she used for teeth, but I was beyond caring, and she began to kiss me back.

It was like someone turned on a light. I arched my back; I think I might have let out an "Oh" sound into her mouth, but she returned my ferocity with her own. I might have kissed her hard because I felt guilty, but she had so much more than I did. And she wanted this more. 

I don't know at what point I truly began to believe her. It wasn't here, and it wasn't until later that I realised. But maybe this was the beginning, this acknowledgement of her femininity, as opposed to her sexuality, and of my own. 

When we broke apart, she was lying on top of me, toying at the neckline of my tee shirt. My hands were on her perfect hips, toying at the flesh of her thighs. I was astonished to find out that all of my clothing was still on, but I didn't care. I could see her face, all framed in flowing copper, and I could see her eyes. 

If she were a cat, she'd be purring. 

I ran my hands through her hair, and looked into her eyes.

"Sorry," I said, before muttering the dismissal.

That was the first night I can remember the dreams. I, as a whole, tended to forget my dreams when I woke up, so it was odd to have the incredibly lucid dreams like this now. But I supposed it was due to my lifestyle, and the fact that I was not getting any. 

I was floating of a dark room, just above a swirling fan. It was stifling in here, the air heavy, moist. I wasn't breathing, but I could hear someone panting.

I looked through the dim light, down at the couple on the bed. Looking at them, I instinctively knew that her name was Audrey, and her firstborn son's name was Liam. Her husband was Drew, and he was a bad actor in one of the soaps that flowed around America, their fans ever loyal. But the man inside of her, thrusting, was Jared, a real estate agent. His wife was dying, in a hospital bed. He hadn't wanted to cheat, but he had not slept with anyone for two years. He met her at an Irish pub, when she was out with some girls. They went home before she did, and before she left Audrey noticed him at the bar, drinking slowly but determinately. 

I saw the night play out as though it was my life. I watched as she called a cab, and he helped her in- or was it the other way around, as they were both tipsy. He broke down, his head in his hands; she wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her out of desperation; she was shocked but felt so alive. So special. 

I felt his utter, utter guilt, his desperation, his lust. I felt her desire, her sense of adventure. She asked the taxi to take them to the nearest motel. 

He held her wrist as they entered the room, and the second the door closed after them he swung her around, pushing her back against the door. His mouth hungrily sought hers, and he pulsed with need. She gasped as she felt his cock through his pants, her legs instinctively parting. She bit him through his shirt; he growled.

He reached down, to the hem of her dress, and lifted it up, seeking her legs. She felt his hands on the bare flesh of her thighs, and moaned, her hands going to his head. He had it shaved, not bald, so she felt the stubble on his scalp against her palms; so unlike the gorgeous, manicured hair of her husband. 

He hadn't meant to taste her, but now he was down there he could smell her desire. He didn't normally do this- his wife (he shuddered, thinking of her) didn't like it- but he kissed her thighs softly, his mouth gentle on her body. 

She knew it the second he reached her panties. She wanted it badly now; it was no longer a matter of if, but when. She longed to feel his tongue against her slit, to taste the dampness between her legs, to give her some relief. She fantasised about it; him coming up, kissing her, tasting like her. Thrusting in.

He was all instinct now, his mind switched off. Lust drove him, guilt sitting to one side, shunted off to live with other unwanted things. He penetrated her with his tongue, passing her outer lips, holding them open with his fingers. Her nails dug into his head as he worked, paying attention to where she seemed to want it most. I felt her surge, and was glad I was sitting inside his head.

She wilted, falling onto his shoulder, as he rose. He caught her well in time, but did not try to reset her position. He held her leg just below the knee, and kept it braced against his shoulder. She winced, but didn't stop him, as he continued to push upwards.

He reached his full height, and she panted as he thrust into her, no concern for her in his mind. Her hands, twin in their effort, grasped at his behind, forcing him to greater efforts. His hands were placed for ease of access, and he wilfully thrust away into her, deeper than he had ever been into a woman in his life. 

She loved it. Where I had always hated the intrusion, felt uncomfortable around penises, she revelled. Her mind was a sink of lust, completely unaware of her voice, screaming out "OH GOD, FUCK ME FUCK MEFUCKMEFUCKME...!!" 

She erupted around him, as she felt the leather buckle of his belt slam hard into her clit. His grip on her tightened in proportion to how she did, and he thrust even harder, faster, into her. Her body tried to restrict him, but he forced her open, and she didn't come down from her peak.

He felt his own peak approaching, and felt a brief moment of lucidity. Just as he was about to explode, he pulled out and pushed her down, to the ground. She looked up at him, questioningly, before placing her hands in his cock, jacking him. She cupped her other hand over the head, and she felt his erection swell as he burst hard. 

A male orgasm is like nothing I've ever experienced. Where women can go for longer, and finish more than once, men can only really come once in a session- some cannot even do that if my experience is anything to go by. It was as though every orgasm he'd denied to himself was speeding towards him, flooding his system with burning pleasure. The silent death, the Japanese call it. It wasn't so silent for him.

I would like to feed the cliché of this by saying he shot buckets of seed, but he was about normal, if not a little bit more. He fell onto the ground, next to her, and they sank into a wonderful silence, her head on his shoulder, her hands- still covered in seed- in his lap.

I saw the whole night, as they swept across the room, using each other's bodies over and over. I felt them come, all at once. I floated backwards, drawn away. It was as though I was connected to a ball of twine, and it was being pulled by someone on the other end. 

I was so high. I floated over most of North America, and watched. I could see other threads, other floaters. But I could still feel Audrey and Jared, could still see their minds. 

I could see it now; the threads of their fates, twirling together to weave a blanket of sin.

I heard her voice, and I tasted blood.



Infidelity



"Deep down, all the while, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she kept casting desperate glances over the solitary waster of her life, seeking some white sail in the distant mists of the horizon. She had no idea by what wind it would reach her, toward what shore it would bear her, or what kind of craft it would be -- tiny boat or towering vessel, laden with heartbreaks or filled to the gun-whales with rapture. But every morning when she awoke she hoped that today would be the day; she listened for every sound, gave sudden starts, was surprised when nothing happened; and then, sadder with each succeeding sunset, she longed for tomorrow."

MADAME BOVARY, Part I, Chapter IX

*

A woman does not embark on an affair in order to destroy her marriage. 

She seeks to escape the pain and guilt deep within her soul, which make her feel ugly and unloved, and by doing so she finds solace in the arms of another who tells her repeatedly that she is beautiful and good. 

At least, this is what I have discovered about myself. 

I hid something from my husband, the horror of which I could not even admit to myself, so when the ugliness inside spilled outwards, I looked in the mirror and saw a monster. I withdrew from my husband, for fear that he would recoil from my hideousness, and he eventually became distant from me not understanding my retreat and becoming resentful in the process. As he waited patiently for me to return to him, I sought to escape my misery and turned my back against the man who had the power to either be my salvation or my perdition. I could not risk unburdening my iniquity, only for him to choose the latter.

And so I awoke each morning looking for solace and redemption but finding neither at home, I wandered further afield and found a man who knew nothing of my demon but instead discovered an elegance and bloom in me long-forgotten and buried. He saw a soft sensuality in my curves which masked the brittleness I felt, and he beheld purity in my eyes which belied my transgression. The stranger broke through the impenetrable walls I had carefully constructed around myself over many years and infiltrated my troubled mind, bringing with him the intoxicating fantasy of who I could be. A connection was made, something so rare in my life, and I although I did not fall in love with him, I fell for him hook, line and sinker. A month of duplicity and I am slowly losing my mind, silently screaming out for help.

This morning my husband discovered my infidelity.

He is both incredulous of and devastated by my actions. He demands to know who the stranger is and I cannot speak. He storms out of the room and I follow him to try and explain, knowing I have no words to do so and caging my demon tighter inside me lest it shows itself. 

"Do you love him?" my husband demands.

"No, of course not!" I yell back. "It's not love, it's...." I cannot finish the sentence because I do not know how to confess that another man, not my husband, made me visibly resplendent again. How do I explain that I opened myself up to a stranger who explored parts of me I could not share with my husband? How do I disclose that I made this unimaginable connection with a man who became my life-line, without whom I would sink and drown? This was more than simply sex and the intimacy of my betrayal is unforgivable, so I have nothing to offer. I drop my head and look down at my feet. 

"How long has this been going on?" my husband barks, "Weeks? Months?"

I shake my head, still staring at my feet. I cannot speak. 

Incensed by my silence, his voice cracks as he snarls, "I don't know what you've done to me, but all I can think about is either killing you or fucking you right now."

As he says these words I begin to cry and I am still sobbing as he swiftly lifts me up and carries me into the bedroom where he throws me onto the bed and tears my clothes off. I offer no resistance. 

He is possessed and in his fury does not restrain his strength or wait for me to lubricate, but simply pulls his trousers down and rams his rock-hard penis into me as if to reclaim me. I scream in pain as he rips into me and the tears are now freely spilling down the sides of my face, both from the agony of being pounded without mercy and from the grief in my heart for causing this man to lose his trust in me. My eyes are closed and he commands me to open them as he pumps me harder and harder. I cannot look at him for fear of seeing the pain in his eyes mirroring the shame in mine, but he shouts at me to look at him and as I do, a small piece of me dies as I confront my betrayal staring back at me. He is a broken man, but even as I hold his gaze, I see that anguish turn into something darker as his black eyes glint angrily and I know he is going to punish me.

Fear propels me to quickly raise my knee to his chest as I attempt to push him away but he is so much stronger than me. I've always known this about him, but I truly had no idea how much he restrains himself every day when handling me. He circles his muscular arm around my small waist and effortlessly flips me over as he slams my breasts and stomach across his knees. He quickly hooks one leg over both of mine to keep them still and fastens my upper body tightly in place with one arm so I cannot move. I am utterly immobile, an unwelcome feeling of being completely helpless and at the mercy of another person. I cannot tolerate this suppression and start flailing when I suddenly feel a sharp sting followed by a flood of heat as my husband smashes his open palm into the right cheek of my arse. I stop struggling as the shock of the smack washes over me. Then the blows begin. Hard slap after hard slap after hard slap without stopping so I am afforded no respite whatsoever. He does not hold back and the pain is excruciating but I can do nothing to stem the pummelling, which seems endless and I feel myself slowly drifting into a black abyss. 

He seems to sense I am about to pass out because suddenly the beating stops and as the gruelling burn rises in my tender cheeks, I am unexpectedly assaulted by his large fingers being shoved into my cunt. After the battering of my arse, the relief and pleasure I feel from this intrusion floods my pussy and he murmurs to himself, "you fucking whore, you're so fucking wet." He continues to slice four fingers in and out of my cunt and, against all reason, I begin to writhe on his knees in bliss, which enrages and excites him further. "You'll get no pleasure from this," he growls and lifting me off his knees, he flips me onto my back on the bed and pushes my knees apart with such force I think a tendon is going to snap. Wedging his strong body between my thighs he raises his right hand and smacks my wet cunt so hard I cry out in distress and almost pass out again. He continues to brutalise my vagina and as I struggle to squirm away from the agony being inflicted, he pushes me further up the bed so my head is now banging against the wall and the force of every slap on my cunt is smashing the back of my skull. 

The dull thumping breaks his raptness and he stops to check if I am still conscious. My head is lolling and my naked mound starts to bruise. He asks if I'm okay, a fleeting concern, to which I quietly beg for him to stop. Instead, he straddles my shoulders, gripping the sides of my head with his muscular thighs and securing my outstretched arms with his legs. He forces his huge erection into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat and I gag violently since my reflex is unprepared. Rather than gently easing his cock in and out of my mouth as he has always done, his fury drives him to defile my mouth with the entire length of his penis and as I gasp for breath, I begin to weep uncontrollably again. This seems to turn him on even more. He yanks me up, lies back and gripping my hair he shoves my head up and down onto his hardness as he throat-fucks me. I cannot break free since he has gathered my hair so tightly in his fist I know it will tear from my scalp if I try to move away. My natural instinct kicks in and I open up my throat fully to allow full penetration and prevent internal bruising. There is nothing to do but suck his cock and as my tears and saliva dribble down his length, he seems to grow even bigger and harder in my mouth with arousal and I begin to wonder if I will survive this rape. 

Self-preservation detaches my mind from my body and I float upwards looking down at my body being violated by the man I love. My head bobs furiously up and down on the thick length of his erection as I pump his cock with my mouth, milking it so hard as if my life depends on it. He degrades me without compunction yet I feel no hatred towards him; the loathing I feel is inwardly directed for I am useless and worthless. I have no redeeming qualities and deserve nothing but hatred and revulsion from all those I touch with my poison. I am incapable of doing anything in life that is good. 

I am a fuck-slut, a rape-whore, a filthy tramp to be maltreated and abused. I am an empty vessel full of holes to be filled and overflowing with cum, then left to languish in degradation after strangers have had their turn with me. I feel as if I am incapable of doing anything in my life with any aptitude. I no longer have the ability to cook, or drive, or rise each morning to go to work. I am unequipped to organise the household or even write a shopping list. I have lost the desire to listen to music, or watch television. I can no longer breathe without someone telling me to inhale and exhale. 

I am filth, so I stop resisting this rape and surrender to my punishment. 

My husband senses my resignation which does not please him since he does not want me to submit. He wants me to suffer the anguish of my infidelity and so he pulls his cock out of my mouth, tosses me onto my front and places his fist firmly into the small of my back to hold me in place. I feel the warmth of his spit being rubbed into my arse hole and I scream as he simultaneously wraps his arm around my throat, pins my wrists above my head with his other hand, and plunges his cock into my buttocks with the full weight of his body. My wail is strangled by the pressure of his forearm on my larynx and he ruthlessly proceeds to shred my backside as he buries his cock deep inside me. I can feel drops of his sweat trickling down my back as he grunts and pumps in a frenzy of ravishment and torment. 

My body becomes limp and I withdraw into myself, blocking out the physical pain and the mental abuse I am being forced to endure. But he will have none of this for I am not allowed to escape my fate so easily. I am jolted back into the reality of my penance as I begin to gasp for air and realise my husband has removed his arm from my throat and has now placed his hand over my mouth and nose. 

He is going to kill me, I know it. I crossed a line when I bared my soul to another man and now he is going to kill me for my treachery. 

I panic as I search for air, but he is pinching my nostrils shut and the weight of his body is purging the air out of my lungs at the same time. My vision begins to blur and my body bucks and spasms in the throes for survival. My anal muscles clench tightly around his cock and with the guttural cry of a maimed animal, my husband shoots his load inside me as the force of his exertion rips my anus apart. His hand releases my nose and mouth and I greedily suck in oxygen while my husband, spent and exhausted, collapses on top of me. 

I wait. 

Eventually, he rolls onto his back and I feel his sticky seed dribble out of my ruined arse. He stands up and looks down at me with disdain. "This is how it's going to be from now on, you filthy whore," he spits at me. "I own you now, mind body and soul, and don't you ever forget it." 

He walks towards the shower and I crumble with the realisation that my life is no longer my own and I will spend the rest of it atoning for both my sin and my demon. 

The End



Infidelity



"So, you've been with another boy?"

She nodded, eyes downcast, standing before me in her short dressing gown, hair still damp from her bath.

I sighed, and got up from my chair, and walked over to her. She was silently shedding tears, her shoulders vibrating with the effort to keep quiet, but her cheeks soaked and drops falling from her chin onto the dressing gown.

"There's no point in you crying now, is there, dear?" I said, then lifted her face to look at me.

"I don't want to lose you..." She said, tears running down her face.

"I don't want to lose you either, but how can I live with you knowing that you don't love me, and only me. I can't handle you being with another man, girl! Dammit, we're married!"

"I am so sorry, It was an accident, It won't happen again, I promise." She replied, but I roughly pushed her out of the way and stormed out of the living room. She followed me into the den, where I slumped in my favorite chair and just looked at her, feeling angry, hurt, and totally betrayed.

She stood in the doorway, unsure of what to do, and we stayed that way for about fifteen minutes, before she turned and went into our bedroom, where she collapsed on the bed, sobbing brokenly.

It tore at my heart to hear her so sad, but that feeling was overwhelmed by my anger at her affair. In our four years of marriage I had plenty of opportunity to have an affair with my female staff, and our house keeping staff. In Malaysia it was almost expected that the female staff of a wealthy businessman were at his sexual beck and call. But I had never strayed. I didn't want to, and now ... she had strayed.

I got up and walked out of the den, following her cries and sobs until I entered the main bedroom, I firmly closed the door and walked to the edge of the bed, where she had sat up, watching me with her tear-stained face.

"What am I supposed to do? You have shamed me! You had an affair with one of my staff! You have dishonored me in front on my entire workforce. How can I operate my business now? You tell me!"

She knelt on the bed, arms towards me, pleading with her eyes. I glared at her, then sat on the edge of the bed, not facing her, stiff-backed, anger still coursing through my veins. She came up behind me and laid her hand on my shoulder, I shrugged it off and spun, pulling her off balance so that she fell against me. Suddenly her ass was under my face, and I slapped it, as hard as I could in my off-balance position. She froze as I stopped, my hand pressed hard against her ass, feeling it through the terrycloth of her bathrobe.

"I know how I can forgive you, my wife. I am going to beat you until I feel you have repaid me with your tears what hurt you have done to my heart!"

She nodded, then got up, and climbed off the bed. She walked over to the dresser and slipped out of her robe as I got up and removed my shirt, pants and other outer vestments. By the time I was down to my underwear, she was standing in front of me holding one of our CP implements which we had both agreed had no place in erotic play; it was a six foot long strap we had found in a stall in Penang. An evil implement, it was 1/4 inch thick, strong rubber, with ridges all along one side. Heavy and brutal, the one time I had used it on her, playfully, it had left deep red bruises that had taken some days to fully heal.

I took the strap from her and pulled out a chair. She bent over the back, resting her hands on the seat as I took a step behind and to her side, then coiled the strap, ribbed side in, and swung it towards her naked backside. The sound was like a bolt of lightning, she cried out, and jumped clear of the floor, nearly falling over the chair from the fire in her seat, and I was shocked by the impact force. Already, a red welt had appeared, covering a third of one buttock, running diagonally down, across the apex of her thighs, down the undercurve of her other buttock and onto her upper thigh.

I may have been irrationally angry with her, totally with reason, but I was not sadistic, and this thing caused far too much pain for my taste. I grabbed her by the arm, dropped the strap, and sat down on the bed, pulling her over my lap and began spanking her as hard as I could bring my hand down onto her bottom.

She lay passively, grunting and gasping as my hand turned her bottom a nice shade of splotchy red and caused a rising heat in my hand. I stopped after about eight minutes, then made her stand up. I turned her around and lay her the other way across my lap and continued with my other hand. She began to struggle after another few minutes, but I held her down and continued to beat her bare bottom until my other hand was so sore it hurt more than I could imagine her deep red bottom did. I stopped, resting my hand on her flaming bottom, as she slowly realized that I had stopped and tried to get up. I let her, but guided her into a kneeling position beside me.

"Tell me this, did you at least make him use a condom?"

Her eyes went wide, and she nodded. "Of course, I no want his baby, I only want your baby!"

"Good." I said, and pushed her onto her back as I rolled onto her, pulling my underwear down and then eased my erect cock between her lips and up into her vagina.

She cried as her very sore bum hit the rough sheets and at the sudden entry of my member, but didn't even try to object.

I fucked her hard, feeling the tightness of her vagina as it wrapped itself around my cock, not as a pleasurable sensation, but as a vent for my anger, and I took full advantage of it. Pounding into her roughly, violently. My groin slamming against hers, my cockhead hitting her cervix every once in a while, causing her to cry and toss her head from side to side. I pounded into her for some minutes, but it didn't feel good enough.

I slid out, and pulled her legs up, lifting her entire body so that both her pussy and anus were at a good angle of penetration, then I pulled her onto me, nestling my cock against the entrance to her anus. She blinked, and whimpered, then glanced towards the night table, where a bottle of lubricant was. I simply rubbed my leaking cockhead against her anus, and pushed hard, feeling her body open, and causing a long cry from her as my cock penetrated, unlubed, into her bowels.

Her cry made me feel better; for some reason, hurting her sexually made me feel better for her infidelity. I pushed into her anus until I was fully buried inside her, her legs spread open, resting on my arms, she gasped in pain while I grunted in pleasure. I began to move, sliding back and forth through her tight passage, feeling it slowly get slipperier as my cock drooled inside her, easing my passage. I gripped her waist and fucked into her as hard as I could, causing her to cry on each thrust and withdrawal, but I just didn't care any more. I wanted, no, needed her to realize that I owned her, body and soul. She was mine, nobody else's.

I felt the sensation that preceded my orgasm and began to fuck her hard, ramming in and out hard, until I felt the rush, at which point I pulled all the way out, holding my cock in my hand and letting it squirt onto her bare pussy and bruised anus.

I let her legs drop as I finished cumming, and knelt there, watching her as she slowly pulled her legs up and then got onto her own knees, facing me.

She spread her legs a bit and ran a finger between her legs, picking up some of my sperm, which she looked at, then looked at me.

"Why?"

"You don't yet deserve my sperm inside you, girl. You aren't forgiven yet, not by a long shot. I am going to punish you every day, until I feel you've atoned for your crime. Or would you prefer I divorce you?"

She shook her head. "No, no divorce, please. I love you, I accept your punishment. I do not want divorce, please." She knew as I did that if I divorced her, and her infidelity went public, she would be arrested and sent to a woman's prison for three months, where she would be beaten daily and forced to undergo some very serious and harsh treatment in keeping with the law towards unfaithful spouses.

I looked at her long and hard, then with a jerk of my head, told her to go stand in the corner. She got off the bed and went to her corner, putting her hands on her head and stood, her well-reddened ass on display as I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up.

While I was cleaning the debris off my cock, it sprang back to life, and by the time I walked back onto the bedroom, I was fully erect again. I told her to come over to me, and she obeyed. I pushed her to her knees and pushed myself into her soft mouth. She immediately began to suck and lick me, her lips forming a tight ring around the shaft as her tongue laved and licked along the tip and sides of my hard member.

After some minutes, I pulled her to her feet and pushed her onto the bed again, then got on top of her and again pushed into her pussy. This time I fucked her not quite as hard as before, but still a lot more brutally than I normally made love. And I came in her as well.

The next morning, when she woke up, I was already awake, and as she came out of the bathroom, I was sitting on the edge of the bed, and patted my lap. She sighed, and laid herself across my lap for the first of many hard spankings to let me forget how she had betrayed my trust in her.



Infidelity



Since I couldn't persuade my husband to encourage me to have sex with other men, which, at the end of the day, was also his fantasy, I decided to just get on with it.

On Monday morning I called Paul on his mobile.

"Hi gorgeous, this is a nice surprise, I thought I was supposed to ring you Wednesday?"

"That was just for hubby's benefit, I didn't want him worrying that I would go to your hotel room on Tuesday evening, when he's away in Yorkshire, and let you fuck my brains out all evening."

"Oh, OK, so would you like me to take you out to dinner tomorrow evening, since you are home alone?"

"No, forget dinner, I'll eat before I see you. Have a shower and be ready at 7:30, I'll knock on your door. Be naked, it'll save time."

"Wow! It's room 413."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that quick call, my life was about to change. I was about to become a hot wife, and my husband a cuckold, although he wouldn't know, which is a shame, but it can't be helped, he's the one with cold feet about it. I was already getting excited, and decided to buy some new undies on the way home.

Monday evening dragged by so slowly. Hubby and I were watching something on TV, but my mind was on the forthcoming sex with Paul, a man I barely knew. I was so excited, I couldn't think about anything else. Eventually I started stroking hubby's crotch, without even realizing I was doing it, and it was only when he started to get hard that I noticed what I was doing.

"That's nice my love, what have I done to deserve this treat?"

"I don't want you getting picked up by some horny lady in Yorkshire tomorrow, so I thought I would disarm you now."

"That sounds lovely...please carry on."

Even I was impressed at myself, thinking up that answer so quickly. Much better than the truth. The down side was that I would have to go through with giving him a wank.

"You can think about watching me kissing Paul, if you like, or about when he was finger fucking me with your hand holding my legs apart for him."

"Oh, OK, I will."

"His fingers were really good, and he had such a hard on."

"How do you know that?"

"I was massaging it through his trousers, of course. It felt bigger than yours, and you aren't exactly tiny!"

"Thank you, I guess."

"I wish now I'd just gone to his room, I really wanted him to fuck me. I would have liked you to watch, so I could look at you wanking, watching me being fucked. I bet you were hoping I'd let him fuck me, weren't you?"

"I'm not sure, sort of, I guess."

"You can't fool me. If I'd said I was going to his room so he could fuck me, you wouldn't have stopped me, would you?"

"Maybe not."

"There's no maybe about it, you wouldn't have stopped me, and you would have followed us up to his room like a little puppy, and sat there quietly while Paul fucked my brains out. Now admit it!"

"Don't stop, I'm so close!"

"I will stop unless you admit it! "

I slowed my hand almost to a stop.

"Admit it!"

"Ok, I admit it."

"Tell me what you admit."

"I was hoping you would go to his room. I wouldn't have stopped you from fucking him."

"Good boy, now you can cum. Keep thinking about Paul fucking me, imagine watching his tight ass pounding up and down, his big cock filling me up, me screaming as Paul makes me cum."

"There you go...did you enjoy that?"

"Yes my love, thank you my love."

Tuesday dragged by so slowly I thought the clock on the wall of my office must be broken. Finally it said 5 o'clock, and I was out of there like a scolded cat. Once home I showered, put on my make up, which always seems to take forever, and put on the new bra and thong set. I looked great, and I was so excited I had butterflies in my stomach, and my hand was shaking so much, it took ages to get my mascara on, and my lippy had to be wiped off twice before I got it right.

I was just about to put my dress on when I saw myself in the mirror and thought 'You idiot! He's going to be naked. Why am I wearing underwear'

I took off the panties and the bra, and put them back in the drawer for my husband to enjoy.

I slipped the dress over my head, and smoothed it down. It was tight, red, and a bit short for a woman without knickers. Oh well, too late to change my mind. I put a pair of sexy high heels on, picked up my evening bag and left.

As I walked across the hotel foyer I noticed various men looking at me. They were staring in an openly lecherous way, and I got the feeling that they could tell I had no underwear on. As I passed a mirror, I studied myself and realized they probably could tell. The dress was tight and thin, so underwear should have been visible by the lines, and also, my nipples were sticking out. I was so turned on, I could feel a little dribble of my arousal trickling slowly down the inside of my right thigh. There wouldn't be any need for foreplay.

Finally, I got to the door of room 413. I hesitated a second or two, savoring the moment before I was unfaithful to my husband. Then I knocked lightly. The door opened a crack and Paul's face poked around it, just in case it wasn't me, I suppose. As soon as he saw me, he stepped back to let me in. I walked straight towards the bed, pulling my dress off as I went. I draped it carefully over the back of the chair, got onto the bed, lay on my back with my legs apart and my arms up above my head. I looked at Paul, who was already approaching me.

"Fuck me."

He climbed onto the bed, over between my splayed legs, pumping his cock as he positioned himself, ready to take me. I'd told hubby that Paul's cock was bigger than his, but, in fact, I had no idea, I'd only felt it over his trousers and underwear, but now that I saw it growing I realized that it was about the same length as hubby's but quite a bit fatter. He supported himself on one arm as he positioned himself at my sopping entrance. I felt him start to push into me. It felt great, it felt fantastic, I was finally doing it! He thrust half way in, then back, then further in, then back, then all the way in. He was thrusting beautifully. He was younger, slimmer and much fitter than hubby. He supported himself on his strong arms and thrust in and out of me, in and out, in and out. It felt heavenly, his fatter cock was pushing and pulling the entrance to my pussy, it was actually stimulating my clitoris, just from the way my pussy lips were dragged back and forth. I knew that I would soon be close to cumming, I could feel the sensations growing. With hubby I never came just from fucking, he always had to use his fingers or mouth on me afterwards, but with this new lover I was going to cum on his cock.

Paul kept pumping, in and out, in and out, while I got closer and closer, until I knew I couldn't stop if I wanted to, I was going over the edge...

"Don't stop...I'm cumming...keep fucking me....Yes! Yes! Yes!"

It felt so good to cum with his big hard cock filling me. My orgasm was so powerful, and seemed to go on and on, with the spasms only gradually subsiding. He lay on top of me, still hard, waiting to start again. Once I had my breath back he started to move again.

"You just enjoy yourself, I won't be able to cum again."

"Of course you will."

"I don't think."

"Shush."

He moved gently at first, kissing me on my lips, my ears, my nose, my nipples. That was nice, on my nipples, sucking slightly, I could feel my little bud responding, as his thrusts got a bit faster. He got his free hand between us and started playing with my hard nub, which felt great, and in no time I was getting excited again, he went back to the hard thrusting and I was getting closer and closer, much quicker than the first time, I just felt out of control, he was fucking me, and making me cum, because he had decided to. I came so quickly that second time, and it wasn't as intense, but it still felt wonderful, and I was so satisfied and happy.

Paul still hadn't cum.

He pulled out of my pussy, and retreated down the bed. He grabbed my legs and just flipped me over onto my stomach. I guessed he wanted to do me doggy style, so I started to raise my bum, but his hand pressed down on the small of my back. I was wondering what was going on, but then I felt his hard, hot, slimy cock pressing against my bum hole. I'd never done anal, and I didn't want it then, but before I could complain, he was in me. He lay all his weight on me, held onto my wrists, and started pushing into me. Small pushes, then back, then further in. He felt huge, too big, it hurt, but he kept advancing, just taking my ass because he wanted to. Not asking my permission, just buggering me because he felt like it.

Something strange happened to me. It still hurt, but I was loving him fucking my bum, I was loving the fact that I couldn't stop him, he was just taking me for his own pleasure. I felt that he could do anything he wanted with me, I had surrendered to his authority.

It didn't take long, before he upped the pace a bit, and then he was cumming. I could feel his cum splashing into me, hot and wet. Once he'd finished, we just lay for a while, with his cock still right up my bottom, and all his weight bearing down on my back. I felt euphoric. I was now a slut, a hot wife. I knew that I was going to have a different life, I was going to be an easy lay, and the guys would be able to do anything they wanted with me. I would give blow jobs, have my ass fucked, take two or more men at once.

Paul kissed the back of my neck and withdrew, gently. He went off to shower, leaving me spent, violated, and very, very happy. He was only a few minutes, and he came back with loo paper in his hand, and proceeded to wipe my bum. It felt weird, but so intimate. What a man of contradictions, he buggered me without asking my permission, then he gently wiped my bum.

"Let's go out to dinner, I'm starving," he announced.

"But I've got no underwear."

"I noticed that. I'll find it a real turn on, so you may need to give me a blow job later"

For a second I was about to tell him that I didn't do blow jobs, but then I stopped myself.

"Anything you want."

"Good girl, now put that skimpy dress on and let's go."

"Yes Paul."