4 comments/ 34748 views/ 11 favorites Another Infidelity By: goth-girl I'd been sitting at home pretending to watch TV while I drank the night away. It wasn't really me at my best. I'll admit it, I was pissed off. Susan's husband was on a business trip all week, and I had been really looking forward to several nights of uninterrupted, uninhibited, sex with her. Just the thought of not having to hurry before he got off work, of having her spend the entire night, of being able to really lay back and explore some of our fantasies had me on edge ever since she mentioned the trip. I'd gone shopping for new clothes, some new toys, done a little work I my bedroom just in case we needed the odd anchor for some ropes..... I was so ready for this week. Then "she" decided to come into town. "She" was Katie, an old friend and occasional lover of Susan's. The two of them had met before Susan was married, quickly become friends with benefits, and had stayed such even after the wedding and Katie's move to New York. Susan had told me all about the two of them, but it hadn't really meant anything to me. At least up till the day she arrived. I admit, at that moment I was incredibly jealous. I couldn't stand the thought that she'd decided to come home for a visit and was certain to be spending part of that in Susan's bed, a place I'd fully planned on claiming. I didn't want to part with even a moment of our time so the two of them could share it. Susan kept promising me that we'd still get to be together this week, but it wasn't making me feel any better. It was bad enough that they had a longer history together. What really had me worked up though was how Katie looked and that nagging feeling I didn't stack up at all in comparison. I don't have more than the normal share of hang ups about my appearance, I've got a very pretty face and an attractive, if slender, body...but Katie..oh my god. Katie could have been carved by an artist, or perhaps more accurately, drawn by a comic book illustrator. She was almost as tall as Susan, but where my lover made you think of lithe cat-like athleticism, Katie made you think of a blonde Wonder Woman. I hated her for it. Breasts that full and heavy shouldn't be that firm and high (and oh yes Susan had been happy to confirm they were natural), and no one with legs and an ass so perfectly shaped had any business with a waist that waspish. A thick mane of golden hair and deep blue eyes just completed the look. With Katie around I felt like a twelve year old trying to compete in the Miss America contest. So, as I said I was angry, drunk and very, very frustrated. I realized that half the show had gone by without me noticing, as well as most of a bottle of brandy. I drained the last of it away and decided to give up and go to bed. I went up to my bed room, pausing only long enough to toss my clothes on the floor. "Screw it," I figured "not like anyone was going to be here to complain about a messy room." I killed the lights and slumped down onto my bed. Sleep didn't come quickly. I kept thinking about how much I wanted Susan to be there with me. I tossed and turned for good half an hour torn between being angry at her and being very horny. I decided that I couldn't do anything about the former, but I might just be able to get some sleep by solving the latter. I slid out of bed and opened a small wooden chest I kept on one of the nightstands. I sorted through the toys before settling on a vibrating egg. It was one of the purchases I'd made for this week. I'd had visions of her tied down, the egg whirring away inside her as I teased and tormented the rest of her body. Since those ideas seemed shot, it might as well take care of me. I tossed the blankets aside and lay back down. I started by running my nails across my chest, drawing little red lines on the skin of my small breasts. I let them dig in as I circled and cupped my globes, enjoying the sharp sensation. I took hold of the rings I wore in my nipples, twisting and tugging just like Susan always did. I kept that up for several moments, hovering at the fine edge of pain until I felt wetness trickle down my thighs. I reached down with one hand and pulled myself open. With the other I slid the egg past my lips, feeling the smooth plastic like a cool stone inside me. I flipped the power switch on, leaving it at the lowest setting, just a slow rhythmic thrum pulsing against my walls. One hand returned to my nipples while I started to run the other across my stomach and thighs, soft caresses to contrast with the delicious roughness I was inflicting on my breasts. After a few moments of this I turned up the power on the egg. The motion became a hard trembling inside me. I tugged on the cord, readjusting the egg so that it pressed against my most sensitive spots. I took my clit between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it in time to the egg's vibrations. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my sweet Susan lying between my spread legs. I pictured her hands upon me, dreamed of the feel of her hair brushing my thighs, her warm breath falling on my lips. I moaned as I conjured up memories of the little encouragements she'd whisper to me. For a brief time it was a perfect moment of pleasure and desire. But then my mind decided to play games. In my imagination it wasn't my legs draped across her shoulders, but those damn perfect tanned limbs of Katie. Try as I might I couldn't stop picturing the two of them wrapped up together, my Susan's lips on her skin, my lover losing herself with that blonde bitch. I found myself crying at the thought, the near certainty that even as I lay touching myself, those two were in full sport in Susan's bed. Yet, despite the ache of jealousy those thoughts brought with them, I couldn't bring myself to stop masturbating. I shoved my hand against my clit, pulled on my piercings until I screamed, bit down hard on my lip, all the while imagining my lover giving everything to my rival. In mind's eye I saw them now, bodies pressed tight, breasts rubbing together, grinding their pussies on the other's leg, kissing deeply. I responded by thrusting two fingers into my shrine, driving the egg deeper. I pictured that look on Susan's face that she has just as she climaxes. I slapped the palm of my hand down hard on my pussy until my lips throbbed in pain. I could hear her calling out Katie's name instead of mine, then gasping out "I love you" her voice harsh from orgasm. The last thought sent me over the edge as my increasing rough, almost a parody of, masturbation reached its end. Tears streaming down my face, my skin on fire, my breathe coming in great sobs, my pussy flooded with pleasure. I yanked the egg out of me and tossed it aside. Still crying I turned and hugged one of my pillows, trembling in my mixture of release and disgust with myself. I drifted off to sleep shortly there after, any dreams thankfully silenced by exhaustion and alcohol. I woke to feel a pair lips brush mine, then a tongue slipping into my mouth, fingers in my hair and a warm body settling next to me. I opened my eyes to see Susan illuminated in the moonlight spilling through my window. She was dressed simply, a T-shirt I'd given her a few months back, and a pair of faded jeans, both clinging to her lithe form. "Hi hun" she said as she broke off the kiss. "I told you I'd be here." She smiled at me, her face all aglow and looking so beautiful. Her thick brown hair was tangled, rumpled, a clear hint of what she'd been up to. "Where's she at?" I said, too tired to guard my words. "Katie's back at my place." A faintly worried look flashed across her face as she spoke. "Let me guess, sleeping in your bed?" I knew there was too much bitterness to my voice, knew I might be making a huge mistake, but I didn't stop. "Did you fuck her before coming here?" Her eyes flashed for a second, the worry fled from her expression and I thought she was going to yell at me. Instead she took a deep breath and said quite softly, "Yes she is and yes we had sex tonight. You knew that was going to happen." I must have given a short sob. Her face now carried a look of deep concern. She kissed me once again and then put a finger to my lips. "I had sex with Katie, just like she and I always do. That was the problem, hun, it was just like it always was." Before I could say anything she leaned in and locked my gaze with hers. "The trouble is you've changed me." Her voice was still soft, but it was starting to pick up that husky edge she sometimes gets when excited. "Sex with Katie is all smiles and soft caresses, which is great, but you've taught me to need so much more." She continued. "It's not enough now; I need you and all the things you've shown me." I wanted to yell at her, to ask why she had even been with the bitch then, but before I could get the words out she'd planted a hard kiss on my lips. She stretched herself out on top of my body, almost crushing me against the mattress. Her kiss was savage; I felt my lip tear open again at the place where I'd bitten it earlier. I tasted my blood on her lips and tongue. She shifted her weight, pinning my legs as she grabbed my wrists. She pulled them up above my head and I felt cool metal snap shut on them. She'd obviously taken the handcuff out of my toy box. She pulled her mouth from mine, a hungry, wolf like expression on her face. "You've made me a very dangerous girl hun." She climbed off me and took hold of my left leg. I struggled a little, but she's always been stronger than me. She pushed my knee up to my chest, and then straddled my other leg. She started to grind into me, the denim of her jeans scraping against my thigh and painfully rubbing my lips. I gasped in shock, which just made her already frightening smile grow wider. She shoved the fingers of her free hand into my mouth, driving them over my tongue, making me gag and choke. She moved them in and out of my lips until they were coated in saliva. Then she trailed her hand down my neck, over my breasts, along the plane of my stomach. She moved her leg away from my pussy, exposing me to the cool air. "I hope you're ready hun." she said, her voice eager, almost cruel. "It's time for me to get what I need from you." With that she pressed the tips of her fingers to my pussy lips, forcing them apart. She had her fingertips bunched together, her hand turned sideways. I knew what she'd intended to do and a shiver of fear ran through me. Once when talking about our fantasies I'd mentioned wondering what it would feel like to be fisted by those long lovely fingers of hers. It was clear she was going to try and satisfy that curiosity. Her fingers wriggled against me, opening me, thrusting her way in. There was a searing flash of pain as her fingertips speared my pussy. I shrieked, my heart pounding, and I tried to pull away. She leaned into me, using her weight against my lifted leg, pinning me in place. I sputtered out "Crimson". That was our safe word. She didn't seem to notice. "Crimson!" I said with more force. She just twisted her fingers from side to side and started applying more pressure. I looked up at her. Her eyes were narrowed, a look of utter focus on her face. "Damn it stop! I'm not kidding," I screamed at her, kicking and bucking for all my might. She reacted by taking hold of my ankle and forcing my foot up past my head. She lay down on top of me again, her face just inches from mine. The new position of my legs pulled on my pussy, sending a new spasm of pain from the intrusion of her fingers. "Hush." she said softly, gently as though we were just cuddling close. Her lips danced over mine. "You've been begging me to just take you one night, right? Asking me to be the one in charge. Well that's going to be tonight." She kissed me again. "You know you want this, you know you can trust me, so stop fighting it." I found myself relaxing some at her words, the fear fading. I was angry at her, but this was Susan, I loved her, needed her, trusted her. "Yes" I whispered. Her mouth moved to just below my jaw where she bit me. She just started gnawing and nipping at my skin working her way down to the base of my neck. I purred in response. Even though she wasn't at all gentle with her bites it served to calm me. This was the Susan I expected, this was safe. At the very least the thrill of her teeth started to turn my resistance into complicity. As her mouth pulled new pleasures from my skin, she returned to the drive on my pussy. She continued her technique of small twists and forceful advance. She managed to slide in to just past her first knuckles. The sensation was better than before, but it still felt like a flaming brand was torching my insides. "Please. Get something" I gasped between quick intakes of breath. I could feel myself starting to spasm, each contraction a new spike of hurt sweeping through me. She let lose of my ankle, leaned off of me and reached for the nightstand. I saw her open a bottle and bring into down between my legs. She squeezed it, letting the cool lube run over her fingers and bathe the aching opening of my shrine. I shuddered as it touched me, the wetness soothing the torment. She withdrew her fingers from me, only to then use her index finger and thumb to pull me open, exposing my breeched lips She pushed the tip of the bottle to them then gave it another squirt, allowing the jelly to flow inside me. The lube seemed like ice on my enflamed walls, the contrast brought a rush of relief and a low moan to my lips. She immediately began to work her first two fingers in and out of me. Between the lubrication and the stretching I'd already had, she found me very accommodating this time. She twisted her fingers inside me, corkscrewing as she moved them. She turned her hand, curling them up around my pubic bone. I looked up and caught Susan's eye. She stared down at me, smiled wickedly and started pulling my pelvis up. Her fingers hooked inside me, pushed hard on my g spot as she lifted my hips from the mattress. She laid her thumb across my clit, her hand clamping around my pubic arch. As she lifted her hand higher, the pressure on my pussy's most tender points was overwhelming. I arched my back, trying to take of the some of the strain. Susan just pulled me up higher. It felt like bolts of electricity were searing their way across her hand, burning and thrilling me at the same time. In seconds I was whimpering and sobbing for her to stop. At last she let me sink back to the mattress. Before I could find any relief she had forced a third finger inside me. This time there was only a relentless rhythm of in and out strokes. She took no care to be gentle; her fingers stabbed at me repeatedly, forcing me open, her nails pricking at my insides. I found myself lying limp, almost dazed by the overwhelming feelings. She pulled me back to attention by bringing her mouth to my pussy. I felt her tongue lap over my hood, warm soft and wet. Now I was the one trying to lift my hips, to better feel the joys her licks created. I mewed like a happy kitten. This attention to my sweetness only served to relax me more, allowing her greater freedom inside me. She switched from a simple pistoning to moving her fingers from side to side, churning me from within. I could feel her pinky starting to poke at my opening and knew she was about to try again to fill me. She lifted her head from my pussy and knelt between my spread legs. She smiled once more before a very serious look settled on her face. Her fingers left me and I felt sadly empty. In that brief, still moment I ached for her touch, even missed the pain that tonight had so far held. She was gazing down at me, her skin shining under the silver moonlight, pale blue eyes even more ghostly than normal. She pulled off her shirt and I gloried at the sight of her breasts, nipples sharply pointed in excitement. I took in the sight of her, from the delicate line of her jaw, the slender curve of her ribcage, the tautness of her stomach disappearing below the waistline of her jeans. All my earlier anger, all my sense of dread, vanished as I basked in the sight of this incredible woman, this person I loved and desired more than anything. All I wanted in that moment was to give her anything she demanded. "I love you hun, don't forget that." Her voice was a husky purr. "I'm going to hurt you now, but you'll be happy soon." With that she again cupped her fingers, making a tight wedge of her right hand. She held it up for me to see, soft light glinting off the mixture of lubricant and my own nectar. I trembled, took a deep breath to calm myself and tried to spread my legs wider. This time the tips of her fingers passed into me without trouble. A few quick twists from side to side and she had buried herself to the second set of knuckles. There was still a sense of pressure, and dull deep warmth, but none of the earlier anguish. She held there for a moment, making no moves, just letting me limber up and accept her. She kept staring at me, watching every twitch of my face. Once she was satisfied I was ready she spoke. "Here we go." She thrust forward in a slow deliberate manner; none of the quick force of before, just an unrelenting advance. I felt my inner lips part around her, felt my walls distort as her hand filled me. The pain returned, climbing in heat, raging in fierceness, but accompanied by a vast sense of desire. Then came a fast, almost terrible moment. The widest part of her hand entered me, moved past my clenching opening. I was spread as far as I'd ever been. It felt like something exploded inside me, a wave of hurt so bad that thought I might black out. I screamed my voice shrill and cracking. The wave passed, slipping away as surely as her hand finished sliding into me. My abused lips settled around her wrist. As the pain faded to an echoing ache it became like a base line running under the melody of pleasure that was quickly overtaking it. I was still gasping for breath, but already my panting was tinged with lust rather than suffering. She turned her hand inside me until it angled up to fill me. I felt her curl her fingers, one more burst of sharpness as she made a fist inside me. They distended me as they completed their arc back to her palm. Another sound escaped my lips, not a scream, not a moan, but something low and primal. I was full, fuller than I could have imagined. Her hand inside me made tonight's earlier game with the egg seem like nothing. It was incomparable. No toy, no touch, nothing that had ever entered me had ever taken me so utterly. It was as though she had become a part of me, taking away the space where once my pussy had been. It sounds stupid to say, but it was completion, as though everything had been made whole at that moment. She paused, making no motion, doing nothing else for what seemed an eternity. I lay there slowly regaining my breath, my body filled with small tremors as my walls flexed around her. I felt need starting to rise in me, a desire for her to keep going, to drive me even further along this amazing new path of sensation. She slowly leaned forward, at last taking care t avoid any jarring or forced movements. Her mouth settled on my breast, enveloping my nipple. She suckled at me, tender and careful. Her tongue joined in this wet caress, moving over the tip, flipping the ring back and forth. Around and around her tongue twirled as she sucked at me. I could feel her breasts against my stomach, her nipples like little burning coals against my skin. She reached up to place the fingers of her free hand to my mouth. I started to lick them, matching what she was doing to my nipples. She started to move inside me. Her hand remained in place, but I could feel her shifting her fingers, loosening her first, closing it again, rolling her fingers against one another. It became a slow beat, thrumming away. With every little motion sparks seemed to expand from her hand, moving through me like a set of waves lapping at a beech. I just settled into the rhythm, my eyes closed and my body drifting away on the pleasure. Another Infidelity She slipped down, away from my breast kissing a line down to my belly. She lay her head just above my hips, so that her face was near to where her rested inside me. Long moments passed like this, her hand's every tiny movement like the ticking of a clock, each beat a small earthquake of joy. After several seconds I realized she was talking, her quite voice rising in volume with each repetition. "You're mine. You're mine, You're mine" said over and over. "Yes my love, yes I am" I responded. She lifted her head. "How much are you mine?" "Completely, utterly. Every part of me, every inch of me." I said happy to say such. "No doubts, no fears, willing to let me do anything?" she lifted her head as she spoke these words. "Yes!" I gushed. "Anything." I knew these placid moments were about to end, but I welcomed her, ready to experience whatever she was about to inflict on me. She was here, with me, nothing else mattered. She straightened back up. Her free hand moved over to the box, I could hear her fumbling in it. I saw her take out a thin chain, the clamps at each end glinting in the light. With a little awkwardness she used her left hand to fasten them to my nipples. She adjusted them until they bit vise like on me. She took hold of the chain and pulled it taunt, stretching my nipples. It hurt, but this was a pain I was very familiar with and was eager for. Her fist started to move inside me, pulling back, my lips spreading along the base of her hand. Just when I thought she might withdraw, she lunged forward again. There was a jolt of fleeting agony as she impaled me, but it never drowned out the intense pleasure that came with it. She yanked on the chain, causing me to scream out as my nipples were pulled even further, The teeth of the clamps felt like razors cruelly digging into my flesh. I tried to lift my back off the bed, desperate to take away some of the strain on my nipples. In doing so I created a new rush of pain inside me as my pussy shifted around her hand. I slumped back down, only to have my weight make the clamps tug even tighter. All the while her kept up it's movement, pulling back until I thought she'd pop out of me, driving back in as far as she could. My walls stretched wide, then shrunk back around her. The sensations were deep, wracking my whole body in time to the invasion of my pussy. I shook, thrashed, bucked under her, and she never let it up. The strokes came faster, deeper, a storm inside me. By now she moved almost easily inside me. My resistance utterly gone, my pussy had gone limp around her hand. I could feel myself flooding over her fist, wetter than I'd ever been. I lay back, my eyes rolled up, utterly taken in by the mix of feelings. I could just about drift away, lost in the sense of fullness and surrender. I could hear her panting with exertion, the fierceness of her new assault was wearing us both down. She pulled back and held herself just inside me, my lips spread wide around the base of her hand. She looked down at me. "Take it my little bitch, take it all now." her voice was ragged and just a little cruel. I found myself trembling a new. Then she slammed her hand into me, showing now signs of care for how I felt. Her hand collided with my cervix and I let out a howl. She responded with another tug on the chain and a series of rapid strokes inside me. At last it was too much, all the impulses from nerves mixed together, fanned on by the sound of her voice extolling me to take everything, finally forced me past the edge. My scream became one of joy as my orgasm swept over me. My pussy, my clit, my whole body seemed to blaze as the rush spread across me. I lifted my back off of the mattress, my legs arched up, my movements helping drive home the feeling of her hand inside me, making the trembling of my climax all the more intense. I found myself sobbing out "Thank you.. thank you" over and over. She responded by dropping the chain. I felt an odd rush of pain as my poor abused nipples were allowed to relax. Ina way it was worse than the tugging had been. I'd just started to catch my breath when I felt her hand turn inside me again. Her fist unclenched and she began to pull out of me. Between the stretching I had received and the after effects of my orgasm there was little resistance or pain as her hand left my pussy. Instead I was just left feeling vacant. I thought about asking her to return it. She stood up beside the bed. She placed the hand that so recently been inside me to my face. I could see my juices running down her arm; smell myself on her. Without needing to be told I began to lick her fingers. I could just taste the lubricant she had used, but it seemed to have been mostly washed away by my own. There have been several times where I've tasted a finger she'd had inside me, or caught my flavor on her lips after she'd been down on me, but this was something more. It was almost as if I was drinking directly from myself, her hand was so soaked. I glanced up to see her smile at me in approval. She took her hand away from me and started fumbling with her jeans. I could see she was still breathing hard and looked almost as shaky as I felt. In a moment or two she had stepped out of her pants and removed her panties. She climbed back on top of me, straddling my head and facing towards my feet. Her calves rested on my arms adding to the ache I was already feeling from having them above my head for so long. I was about to ask her to move when pressed herself to my face. I didn't hesitate at all. I flicked my tongue, working it between her lips. I tasted her wetness, she was soaked already and I lapped at her like a kitten. It was awkward trying to please her. I couldn't spread her open; I didn't really have much control on what I could do. I'd grown to like the fact that Susan didn't shave, but right now it just made things more difficult. I settled for just pushing my tongue out as far as I could and letting her motion do most of the work. She took care of that well enough. She was grinding herself on me, rocking her hips back forth on my mouth. I could tell how worked up she was by the frantic, almost desperate motions she made. It was getting hard to catch a breath as she slammed her pelvis down on my face. I felt her shift her weight, reaching over to the nightstand. I heard the buzz of a toy being turned on. She brought the vibrator to my pussy, and shoved it in me. She put both hands on its base, and started to batter me with every bit as hard as she'd done with her fist. She would lean back, driving it deep inside me and forcing herself to my mouth, then move forward, pulling it out and letting my tongue drag across her lips. It was like she was on a rowing machine, moving back and forth. All the while she kept up a constant stream of instructions and exclamations. "Lick me." "You want more?" "Take it" I was pretty sure she wasn't even aware of what she was saying. The vibrator's abuse was quickly bringing me back to a fever's pitch. Between the wonderful feeling of it pounding my insides and the sense of helpless abandon as she used my tongue to get herself off, I was quivering with imminent orgasm. I tried desperately to hold it off, wanting to have her climax first. I redoubled my efforts, lifting my head up, lashing out with my tongue as much as I could. I wanted so much to get her off, to make her remember why I should always be her first choice. She stopped her movement letting my tongue reach her hood, letting me run the stud I wear over her clit. She pressed down and I knew that I had her ready to crest. A few seconds of this and her pussy flooded for me, her cries of joy filling the room. She rolled off of me and turned herself around. The vibrator was still inside me as she wrapped herself against me. Her mouth found mine, a series of short, hungry kisses passed between us and then she began to lick at my lips and cheeks. Her arm settled across my chest, her leg draped over mind. "Hun, please let me loose" I whispered my voice still uneven as the vibrator hummed along teasing my body. She smiled as she reached for the key and undid the cuffs. I brought my arms down and embraced her, ignoring the pins and needles I was feeling. I kissed her deeply, thrilling in the soft closeness. she repaid me by reaching down and sliding the vibrator out, pressing its tip to my clit. We were still kissing as the third orgasm of the night overtook me. I whimpered out my pleasure into her mouth, snuggling into her embrace. She broke off our kiss and looked me in the eyes. "That wasn't bad at all, was it hun?" She asked in a kind tone. "It was... intense" I managed to gasp out. she hugged me tightly for a moment before saying "God you've really made me wicked. And I do so love you for it." "What about her?" I asked before thinking. "Katie is my friend, sometimes my lover. But she isn't anywhere near as important as you. she can't ever do the things you do for me. No one can." I found myself crying a little at her words. She kissed me again and again until I settled down, happy in her arms. I drifted off soon after that, my body just exhausted. I woke to find her still there, naked beside me. I kissed my lover until she woke and responded in kind. When at last we pulled apart she smiled her bright beautiful smile and spoke. "Today is all yours love. Though I have a few ideas on what we should do." I grinned back at her; certain this was me at my best.