0 comments/ 259421 views/ 9 favorites Faithless By: Natalie Would I remember when I was the perfect wife. Okay, maybe 'perfect' is too strong a word, but all things considered, I was about as close as you get. Now, I'm not going to bore you with the tedious details. I hate it when people do that. But unless you know where you've been, you can't possibly know where you are going, right? So let's just say this. I'm married, I'm a college graduate, and I have a great job. I sing in the church choir too, at least when I don't sleep too late. No kids yet, but you never know. We're sort of trying, but haven't had any luck so far. Anyway, I think you get the picture. So you see, I know where I've been. Problem is, I don't know why I went there to begin with. But that's where you come in. Well, maybe not 'you' exactly, since we don't even know each other. Still, since you are about to read all about me, by the time this ends, we won't be strangers will we? We still won't know each other, but you'll know more about me than anyone. And that includes my friends, family, and of course, my husband. You'll know all my dirty little secrets, all the terrible things I can't tell them, and once you read this, you'll understand why. Because you see, I was once the perfect wife. But we know better don't we? Yeah, soon enough, you'll know the truth too. Truth. Funny little word don't you think? We talk incessantly about it, devise our religions and legal systems around it, and yet, most of us can't recognize it when it stares you in the face. As my daddy used to say, nothing is harder to see than the truth. I should know. I walk around all day, talking to my friends, lying beside my husband every night, and no one - no one - has a clue. They all think I'm the perfect wife, you know? But I said that already, haven't I? Anyway, while we are talking about truth, let me explain something. Let me try to explain why I'm writing all this down, instead of keeping this a secret. Truth is, I have to tell someone. God knows, I can't tell my friends. They'd hate me. But in some strange way, just thinking about my affair turns me on so much. So now I want to tell my story. Why? I don't know. I guess I'm turned on by the idea of strangers reading about my secrets, and knowing all the details about my sex life, in full living and breathing color. So, that's why I'm doing this. It turns me on to do it, and hopefully it turns you on to read it. Guess I should stop rambling and get to the point. Dan, he's my husband you know, always tells me that. For God's sake Natalie, would you get to the point? That's what he's always saying. Not that he always gets on to me, cause he doesn't. He's actually a nice guy, one of those really nice guys. The kind you meet and just say to yourself, wow, he is really great. And the best part is, he is so good looking. And he doesn't even realize it. You girls know exactly the kind of guy I'm talking about, don't you? Well, in case I've lost you, it's like this. There are two kinds of great looking guys. The first are so gorgeous, that when they look at you, you can barely breathe. Thing is, they know it. God, I hate that. Now the second type, that's what gets me going. These guys are also incredibly handsome, but for some odd reason, they don't realize it. Maybe they're just shy, or don't have a great personality, and as a result, haven't had much experience with girls. Beats me. But for some reason, they're always shy around pretty girls. I think it's incredibly cute. Dan was that way you know. God he's hot. My friends tell me that all the time too. Thing is though, he's not very confident. Plus, he's really shy around my friends. And in bed, well, let's just say he's not exactly a take-charge kind of guy. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. His IQ isn't the only thing that's large, if you get my drift. He's always satisfied me. Yeah, I'm a very satisfied little lady. And I know he's still crazy about me too. He's always telling me what a great little fuck I've turned out to be. Even after all these months, we still fuck like teenagers. Come to think of it though, we are still practically teenagers. I'm barely 22. But neither one of us has lost a thing, at least not in bed. Trouble is, I need more. At least now I do. Either I didn't then, or maybe I just didn't know any better. But now, I need so much more than a big, hard cock. So you see, it's not the cock that's driven me to this. It's the man attached to it. No, that's not quite true either. It's the man attached to the new cock I've been fucking. So, I guess I should tell you about this new guy, huh? That's why you are still here, right? Just get right to the juicy part. Well, I'm getting to it. Just wanted you to know I'm not some kind of slut. In fact, until Dan, I'd only been with two other guys. And I wouldn't even call what we did sex. It sure as hell wasn't fucking. I've been fucked enough now to know the difference. I'm sure you guys know when you've had sex, and when you've been fucked, am I right? Like I said before, sex with Dan was great. Boy, does he know how to fuck. But here's the hard part. In fact, this is the main reason I think I'm such a horrible wife. I cheated on my husband. And I know how terrible that is. But the part that shames me more than anything is this - I loved every minute of it, and I can't wait to do it again. I've never felt so sexy, I've never felt so loved, and I've never felt so alive. Although I live in constant fear of discovery, that fear is what fuels my sex drive. I fuck all the time now, sometimes twice a day. Usually once with Dan and at least a few times during the week with Joey. Joey? Oh yeah, he's the one. The one I'm having this affair with. He's the reason I'm writing this down. I don't ever want to forget how I felt at the beginning, when Joey showed me exactly what fucking is all about. Believe it or not, it all started very innocently, if you can call an affair innocent. I've known Joey since university. He was practically my best friend, at least until he graduated. He finished a year before I did. Anyway, until he left, we were practically inseparable. Looking back now, I suppose I was a little bit in love with him. Thing is, he had a steady girl at another school in town, and I was still dating my old high school boyfriend. So we never did anything. God knows we each had ample opportunity. We did come close once, and I even slept over in his dorm a few times. But even though we were in the same bed, I stayed in a tee shirt and panties, and he always kept on a pair of shorts. To keep us honest I suppose. Still, I know he wanted me. The first time I slept over was on a Friday night, after we had been out partying with our friends. We walked back to his place in the middle of the night, and God was it cold. By the time we got there, my feet and legs were numb. Admittedly, my short little skirt wasn't the warmest thing I had. Anyway, Joey asked me if I wanted to come up to his room and warm up a bit before I continued on to my place. Once we were in his room, he gave me a blanket and a nice hot cup of cocoa. We started talking and before we knew it, another hour had passed and I was just about to fall over. I was so tired. Joey could tell, and asked if I wanted to stay over, although he was very careful to make sure it wasn't seen as a pass. Like I said, I like guys that are nice, and Joey was no exception. So, he brought me out an oversized tee shirt of his, and since his room had very little privacy, I had to turn my back so I could take off my clothes. I left on my panties, pulled the shirt on, and asked him where I could sleep. Which wasn't a tough question since there was only one small bed in the room. When he offered to sleep on the floor I told him not to be silly. I stretched out on his bed, and immediately got under the covers. I was still a bit cool, especially since I had nothing on my legs to keep me warm. I rolled to the side and closed my eyes as he dimmed the lights. But as Joey started to undress in the dimly lit room, I couldn't help peeking. He had turned towards his chest of drawers, and quietly removed his shirt, shoes and pants. When he turned his head towards me, I immediately closed my eyes again, hoping he hadn't seen me looking. I guess he didn't, cause when I opened them again, he was naked. He had just pulled off his underwear, and was reaching in a drawer for a pair of old flannel gym shorts. And as he stepped into them, I stared at his body, his strong powerful chest, tight belly, and limp cock. An involuntary shiver passed through me. I could barely breathe. Finally he pulled the shorts to his waist, and climbed into the bed. God I wanted him. Here we were, in a bed together, and I had practically nothing on. I had seen him naked, and he had seen me in nothing but panties. Everything about the situation was getting to me. And although I barely knew anything about sex at that time, I was getting more and more excited by the second. My pussy was already damp, and my nipples were so tight they ached. But I was also scared to death. I didn't want to cheat on my boyfriend, so I wasn't going to make a move. But it was so hard not to. After a few minutes, he rolled over towards me. Like I said, the bed was very small, a twin actually, so there was very little room. As he rolled towards me, I shifted my body towards him a little, offering a silent invitation to spoon against me. Next thing I knew, he had an arm across my waist, and his fingers were lightly touching the side of my breast. I've never felt so alive. Every nerve ending was working overtime, hoping to feel each soft touch of his body as he pressed against me. I could tell he wasn't asleep, and the feel of his hot breath against the back of my neck was starting to overwhelm me with intense desire. I shifted against him some more, pressing my ass against his crotch, and that's when I felt it. He had an erection. The blunt head of his cock jabbed against my bare ass, just beneath the fabric of my panties. Embarrassed, I flinched when I felt it. He mumbled an apology, and moved back, his cock no longer touching me. I reached over and took his hand to show him that I wasn't upset, and hugged his hand and mine to my chest. The position caused his hand to press into my breast, but that's what I wanted anyway. We fell asleep that way, but sometime during the night, I left go of his hand. When I awoke, it was still dark, and if I remember correctly it was just a little after five. His hand was cupping my breast. I felt my nipple begin to respond, the tight little point pressing into the palm of his hand. I reached up to his hand again, but instead of pulling it away, I laid mine on top of his. He began to caress me, palming and squeezing my tit. God I was so hot. I was on the verge of losing control. I began to press my ass against him again, and this time when I felt his erection, I didn't flinch. Instead, I began to grind my ass against it, feeling it slip into the crevice of my ass, only the thinnest barriers of nylon and cotton separating us. Then, he rose up on one elbow, and began to kiss my neck. He must have read my mind, cause if there is a direct path to my pussy, it's through the side of my neck. I really love that. I guess he knew that too, cause even then, when I got turned on, everyone knew it. I was starting to moan real softly, and my breathing became rapid and shallow, almost as if I'm panting. Dan kids me about it all the time. He calls it my countdown. But once I start moaning like that, I won't stop 'til I come screaming off the launch pad. Of course, Joey didn't know that back then. Honestly, I'm not sure I did either, since I wasn't having a lot of sex at the time. But he knew better than to stop. Guess his girlfriend had taught him a thing or two. So it wasn't long after he started kissing my neck that I felt his hand let go of my tit, and start moving down my tummy. I remember how slowly he moved, how his fingers caressed me. His touch was incredibly light, and it was driving me mad with desire. I couldn't stand the wait, and shamelessly spread my thighs before he had even crossed my bellybutton. God I wanted him to touch me so badly. Well, no one would have missed that sign. Joey didn't either. His hand continued down, tracing the contours of my flat tummy, tickling me with every maddening inch of descent. By now, my open legs were starting to tremble, as my muscles strained to assume the position they longed for. And then, he cupped my mound in his hand, and I think I died just a little. His hand pressed into my mound, pressing the soaking wet material of my panties between my pussy lips, and then he started to move. His finger lay across my slit lengthwise, caressing my most sensitive places all at once. I think I may have cried out a little. But I was so close, I knew it wouldn't take long at all. Although I was still very inexperienced sexually, I was pretty good at making myself come. I had been masturbating forever it seemed, years before I even lost my virginity, so I knew what it felt like. And I was almost there. I felt his hand slip under the waistband of my panties, and then his fingers were all over me. Inside, outside you name it. All I needed was little bit more pressure right about there, and suddenly his fingers were exactly where I needed them. Almost immediately, I felt it, that long slow inevitable build to climax. Don't stop, don't you dare stop, were the first words I had spoken since we woke. And then I came. I don't know what I said. Maybe I blocked it out. But then again, when I come, I tend to lose a little control, and sometimes I say stuff. Although I don't want to admit it, I'm pretty sure I know what I said. Whatever it was, it was enough to wake us both from the intoxicating reality of our situation. Here we were, his hand down the front of my panties, and his glistening purple cockhead peeking from the leg band of his shorts. We were seconds away from some incredible turning point, and at that moment, I think neither one of us knew which path to take. Then again, maybe we had reached that turning point when I said those words as I came. Whatever it was, the moment came, and went. He smiled sheepishly at me, like he was suddenly embarrassed that his fingers were buried in my tight little pussy. Slowly, he pulled his hand from my panties. I could have died. Joey leaned up a little, and I rolled over onto my back. I still remember him looking down at me. But I couldn't say a word. Not one word. But in my mind, I was begging for it. I spread my thighs again, and silently pleaded with him to just rip my panties off and do it. I didn't want him to ask, I didn't want him to think about it. The last thing I wanted was for him to stop. But that's exactly what he did. As he wiped his wet hand on the sheets, he noticed that his cock had worked its way into the open, and quickly reached down to tuck himself back inside. I stared, trying to catch my last glimpse of his beautiful cock, as it disappeared back inside his shorts. I don't remember exactly what he said then. But I can tell you this much, he basically told me he was sorry, and that he never meant to take advantage of me that way. I wish I had said something. Anything. But I didn't. I just lay there, listened, and nodded my head. I was too embarrassed to say what I felt. Plus I knew he was feeling badly for betraying his girlfriend. I was also starting to feel guilty about the whole thing. You know, the way he had touched me, coming like I did, and the things I had seen. Plus, I also had a steady boyfriend too. So you see, there were lots of good reasons why we couldn't be lovers. Amazingly, we stayed the best of friends even after that. I even stayed over with him several more times, sleeping with him in the same bed just as before. Believe it or not, I slept over even after I was engaged to Dan. But from then on, his hands behaved. I'm shamed to admit that I tried to get him to touch me again though. But the next time I put his hand on my breast, he pulled it away, saying something lame like, oh Natalie we shouldn't do that. Remember what happened last time? Which was exactly why I was doing it to begin with. I not only remember that first time, I wanted to do it again and again and again. God I wanted to fuck him so much. But I never had the guts to try any harder than that. So, like I said, we never did anything. At least not when we were at school. That came later, much later. As luck would have it, Joey married a girl from Dan's hometown. We'd see each other occasionally, even had dinner with Joey and his wife every now and then. But until that fateful summer day, I hadn't been alone with Joey since graduation. Maybe part of me knew better, and knew what would happen if the opportunity ever arose. That opportunity happened three weeks ago. I still can't believe it. He called me at the office on Thursday, right out of the blue. I could tell he was upset. So I suggested we meet for a drink after work, and since Dan had been working late the past few weeks anyway, I didn't have any plans. Plus, Joey's always been great to talk too. He makes me laugh like no other. Only this time, he wasn't laughing. Apparently he and Jill had been arguing a lot lately, the kind of fights that leave deep wounds in everyone. He didn't know who to talk to, and he wanted to know if he'd crossed the line during their latest argument. "Look Joey, I'm not exactly impartial you know," I reminded him when he finished. "I know Natalie. Guess I'm not really looking for honest opinions right now anyway." My heart skipped a beat. Easy, I reminded myself. Don't read too much into this. "What are you looking for then?" "I don't know. Maybe just a friendly shoulder to cry on. Someone I can bitch too. You know." Figured. Guess that's the price I pay for being attracted to nice guys. Even now, two years later, I was still thinking about that night. God why couldn't I have been more aggressive? And now it's really too late. After all, we are both married. The least I could do was be the friend he wanted. So I leaned in, and put my arm across his shoulders. "C'mon, Joey, things'll get better. You just have to have faith." Joey laughed. "I'd rather have you." Despite his laughter, I remained serious. "You could have had me you know." He paused, looking at me intently. I could tell he remembered everything. "What?" "That night, in your dorm. The night you had made me come. You could have had me then. Why didn't you?" "I . . . I thought you didn't want me to." I stopped, knowing that he wasn't being honest. "Now hold on," I said. "There's no way you didn't know what I wanted. Come on, Joey, I had my legs spread so far apart I thought I'd split. And after coming that way, there is no way I would have stopped." He looked down, but I wasn't going to let him off that easily. "Why did you stop Joey? Please tell me." "Because it was all wrong. Don't you remember? I was in love with someone else. You were still dating Rod. And then, when you said that, I . . . I guess I just got scared." It hit me like a ton of bricks. The words I'd said as I came. That was it. That had to be it. "What did I say that scared you so much?" "You . . . you don't remember?" "No. Look, I say lots of things when I come. I rarely remember them. Honestly, I don't remember what I said. C'mon what did I say?" He paused. "You said you loved me. You said you had always loved me, and that you would love me forever." Faithless Eroticism It was fantastic, this anger that seethed through him. Deep within his very core, it churned and boiled until it turned into a black viscous mass that threatened to erupt. His heart felt like a lump of coal; hard and yet strangely vulnerable, useless until the flame ignites a fiery, raging reaction of love and hate. His mind was awhirl as frozen images of insidious delight tormented him with the clash of lust and repulsion. Why, was all he wanted to know. There was no end to the madness that beckoned in the dark, enticing him until he relinquished the last semblance of sanity to the pull of the echoing abyss of depression. Just beyond his reach were the memories - so many happy memories - that taunted him at the tips of his outstretched fingers. They were lost, as was he, and there was no reclaiming the wondrous life he once possessed. In their place was the shocking realization; the proverbial 2X4 upside the head. His head. Why, he wanted to scream. Was it too much to ask? Why? In his bed, no less! His fucking bed. The stunning creation of delicate wrought iron and dark cherry wood, so lovingly fashioned with his sweat and blood, the site where his heart was torn apart. The snowy white of his thick down comforter stained an imagined red. "Why?" The question hitched on a broken sob, and his composure crumbled beneath the heavy weight of despair. He cried out his pain, his hate, his self-loathing. Tears streamed like a waterfall from his swollen, red-rimmed eyes. Then a vision flashed through his mind, causing him to gasp in a sharp, wounded breath. It made a magnificent picture of unadulterated eroticism: in their tousled bed, his lovely wife rose from the center like a goddess on a puff of thick white clouds. Her body undulated rhythmically to the heat of passion, the soft, sexy moans he knew so well punctuated each of her sensuous thrusts. The light played beautifully against the graceful curve of her spine, a subtle gleam of sweat enhancing the creamy buttermilk blush of her skin. Long coiling locks of pale golden white were thrown back to expose her arched neck and the delicate profile of her angelic face. Completely hidden in the luxurious pile of pillows, snuggled happily between my wife's shapely, adulterous thighs, was a man other than myself. My only view of him being a pair of strong, tanned hands clutching the glorious globes of her ass that he had caressed himself not eight hours before. He flinched back to the present where his beloved wife's betrayal a thing of the past, but his grief all too fresh. The love he could have sworn was an unbreakable chain between them shattered along with his blind naïveté. What he would give to have that naïveté back. The past came back again like a staggering blow: the shudders that racked her petite form when the building pleasure was unleashed; the ten shallow depressions formed as the man's grip on his wife tightened; a hoarse bellowing, full of male satisfaction, and then his wife's sweet voice rising high in one lengthened, "Fuck!" That, more than the visual feast of sin before his eyes, had jolted him out of his frozen shock. His wife never cursed. In fact, she had always prided herself on being above such filthy words. Yet she lie there, in the grips of a far more powerful orgasm than he had ever been able to gift her, shouting to the world her overwhelming pleasure with a word as wicked as her lying, unfaithful heart. Derek turned mournfully away from his marriage bed, and walked out of their bedroom. With slow steps he stole silently through the house, a phantom of the man he once was. Darkness enveloped him, and the musty smell of dust and old paint filled his senses. He flipped on a light. The dim illumination glinted off the dark blue of his BMW. Boxes, shovels, Christmas ornaments, and tools of all shapes and sizes were stored haphazardly throughout the garage. At his small work bench, he rifled through a drawer until he found what he was looking for, and he retraced his steps as silently as before. As he gazed one last time at the bed, he remembered the first time he and his wife made love beneath the protection of the linen canopy. There was fire, but it was a slow, gentle burn. Their legs and arms were twined tightly around the other, their eyes locked as if while connected, they were truly one. He could feel her soft folds give way to his desire, and she took of him as much as he did her; each riding the swelling waves till they were mindless with pleasure. She clenched around him when she came, the tremor coaxing the release he had been withholding so to prolong the enchantment of the night. He cried out her name - Delaney! - like a word of power that would set loose a spell of eternity over their love. The sound of a match being lit reverberated in the room. Derek held up the tiny flame, and stared into it's depth. Such a simple monster, fire. It fed ravenously on everything it touched, sucking life away like a vampire; mercilessly inhuman. It destroyed like the black plague spreading from town to town, leaving nothing in it's wake. Like Delaney. And nothing was exactly what Derek was. Nothing without her. Nothing without her love. Absolutely nothing. He touched the flickering flame to the stained comforter, and watched it spread. Leisurely it moved at first, taking it's time to savor the feast, but quickly it grew greedy. Swift now, eating and growing larger and larger. The crackle and pop turned into a roar as the entire bed was consumed by the fire, and the fingers of flame tickled the ceiling in search of more. Derek stepped back to the relative safety of the doorway, watching as his masterpiece was razed by smoke and flame, and felt... nothing. Faithless "Oh God." I could feel my face flush. I was horrified. All this time, I had harbored a secret crush that apparently wasn't so secret after all. And not only that, he was so repulsed by that knowledge, that he couldn't even have sex with me. I wanted to die. Right then and there. Joey must have noticed my reaction, cause he immediately took my hands. "Natalie, it's not like you think. I wasn't scared of you loving me. You won't believe this, but I wanted to hear you say that. Want to know what scared me so badly?" At this point I wasn't sure. Thing is, I was still reeling from what he had said. I could no longer deny that I loved him back then. But I wasn't sure I could handle more rejection. Nevertheless, I nodded stupidly. Go ahead, I thought, break my heart completely this time why don't you? "I was scared that I loved you too." What? What was that? I couldn't find any words, though my brain was screaming at him. You LOVED me?? You were scared you LOVED me?? Just then, he took my face in his hands, and kissed me. Instantly everything changed. The anger, the humiliation, the embarrassment - all gone. It seemed not a day had passed since that fateful night in his bed. Finally I was getting the kiss I dreamt of. But that wasn't all I longed for. And I wasn't about to let him go without it this time. "Take me somewhere," I said, my voice shaking with fear and desire. I knew what I wanted, but I was terrified I was making a fool out of myself. He stood, took my hands, and said, "Let's go." I almost fainted from relief. Thirty minutes later, we were in a hotel room. Can you believe that? How cliché is that, anyway? The entire time we stood at the desk checking in, I was miserable. I'm fair skinned, so I blush very easily. By this time, I must have looked like a tomato. Bet my skin matched my red hair almost perfectly by then. Anyway, I kept imagining people were looking at me, and whispering behind my back. There goes a little slut, I imagined them saying. Look, she's about to cheat on her husband, isn't she? God I was going nuts. Funny thing about fear. For me anyway, it serves as an incredible aphrodisiac. My legs were trembling as we walked into the room, and I could hardly wait for what was next. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long. As soon as we entered the room, I was in his arms. You can't imagine how right it felt, even though were both married to other people. But this was about more than marriage and fidelity. This was about unrequited love, love that had been misplaced, love whose time had never quite come, until just now. It was more than I'd ever wanted, and more than I'd ever dreamed possible. But don't misunderstand me. It was also about passion. Lust. A taste for the forbidden. I knew what was about to happen to me, and I lusted for it. I held no illusions then, nor now, that what we were about to do wasn't just a simple case of long lost love finally fulfilled. No, I wanted to fuck. I wouldn't be writing this here if I only cared about love. The moment he kissed me, something ignited inside; all of my darkest, most secret desires were finally woken. Sure, I wanted love. But I needed so much more. That is why obsession needs more than just love to flourish. For the longest time, we remained locked in our embrace. I kissed him with passion, our tongues and lips exploring new textures and new tastes. I had forgotten the simple thrill of kissing, but it didn't take Joey long to remind me. As I've said, I'm not exactly experienced when it comes to men, but I promise you this. Joey is an incredible kisser. My knees get weak just thinking about it even now. So maybe you can understand why we kissed as long as we did. Anyway, at some point during our kisses, we ended up on the bed. For the longest time, his hand only caressed my face, my hair, and my arms. In all honesty, Joey's passion surprised me a little. I remembered his caution from our first night, and his reluctance to make a move later on. But now, he had thrown all caution to the winds. As our kisses became more heated, his hand began to explore my body. God I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait. I wanted him naked again. I wanted to see his beautiful body once more. And I wasn't about to wait any longer. With heavy sigh, I finally broke off the kiss long enough to remove his shirt. Now it was time for some passion of my own. His skin was so soft, with a nice even tan that contrasted nicely with my fair, white skin. I couldn't wait to see us together, I mean really together. I started kissing his neck, remembering the pleasure he had brought me so many months ago. As my kisses trailed down his neck, I loosened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. By the time I had reached his stomach, I started pushing my hand down the front of his pants, searching for my first touch of the beautiful cock I had seen once before. As my hand finally reached his cock, my heart literally skipped a beat. Oh, God he felt so hot, the underlying shaft firm to my grasp, but soft to the touch. I couldn't wait to taste him. I released him just long enough to push his pants down. He kicked them off, leaving him completely naked, while I remained dressed. I stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at his body, letting my eyes take in every inch of his strong, masculine frame. I stared shamelessly at his cock, watching it twitch and jump with need. As I stared, I unbuttoned my blouse, and slowly pushed it over my shoulders. Next came my skirt, as I unzipped it and let it slip soundlessly to the floor. Joey's eyes never left my body as I stripped. For every square inch of flesh I exposed, his cock would twitch with his need. And as I started to remove my bra, Joey reached down and took his cock in his hand. I'd never seen a guy touch himself in that way, and I was fascinated to see it first hand. Don't get me wrong, I knew Dan did that in private, but he never did it in front of me. His fist encircled the head and began to slide down the shaft as I finally removed my bra, and cupped my tits with my hands as it fell away. I guess I wanted to tease him a little. I wanted to see how much he could stand, before his desire took control. Our eyes locked on each other, and as his hand continued to slide down his shaft, I slid mine inside my panties. Although he had touched my pussy during that one night, he had never actually seen it. His eyes lowered to my hand, busy now beneath the thin material, rubbing against my hard little clit. He began to stroke faster. By now, his hand and cockhead were wet with his fluids, and I could hear the sound of the natural lubricant as his hand continued to encircle the head. I teased him a little more, pulling my hand free so I could pull the material of my panties into my slit. He could see the shaved lips of pussy now, although the center strip of fine red hair remained hidden by the thin, white panel of my tiny cotton panties. I looked down at myself, tracing the sides of my sensitive pussy with my finger, before pushing it under the leg band and into my cleft. Slowly I pushed inside, burying my finger inside my tight little hole, enjoying the soft, warm sheath surrounding my probing finger. God, I love to do that. I love the feel of my pussy, especially when I'm turned on like that. No wonder guys love pussy so much. When I looked up, Joey was sitting on the edge of the bed. He leaned forward and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me over to him. I sank to my knees immediately, letting him know exactly what I intended to do. "Wait, Nat, let me first . . ." "No," I interrupted him. I wanted to return the favor from so many years ago. It was his turn to come. I reached for him, taking him firmly into my hand. As soon as my fingers encircled him, I started sliding my hand up and down, imitating the stroke I'd seen only moments before. His shaft was already slick with moisture, but I wanted a little more. And I knew exactly where to get it. When I released him, he groaned in disappointment. I tried to reassure him. "Easy Joey, just wait a second, okay?" I stood for a brief moment, and slipped my panties to the floor. When I returned to the floor, I put my hand directly on my pussy, and pushed two fingers inside to gather the moisture I knew was there. I pushed them in and out several times, withdrawing them so I could apply my honey to his thick shaft. He watched in awe each time I returned to the well, the look of hunger growing every time I smeared the wetness across the head. Once he was thoroughly wetted, I began to jack his shaft with hard firm strokes. I could tell he loved it. After a minute or two, I knew it was time for a taste. I stopped masturbating him, and leaned forward to swirl my tongue along the ridge of his cock head. He gasped as my tongue caressed the sensitive head. I licked him like an ice cream cone, probing at the tiny opening to catch each drop of salty fluid as it emerged from within. God he tasted so good. Here's another little secret. I've always loved giving blowjobs. I don't know why exactly, but ever since I took that first cock into my mouth so long ago, I knew it was something special. And the guys loved it. Although I've not had sex with many guys, I have given quite a few blowjobs. Even before I lost my virginity, I'd been giving blowjobs pretty regularly. It was much easier than jacking them off, and wasn't nearly as hard to clean up. Anyway, I must be pretty good at it, cause Dan is always bragging about my technique. Joey certainly wasn't complaining either. Seems I had been sucking his cock for just a few minutes when I felt his balls tighten in my hand. That is always the sign to watch for. When his balls start to climb, he's about to come. So when he came, I was ready for it. With a hard grunt, he threw his head back and came. God did he come. He must have been saving up, cause it seemed to go on and on. And while I love giving head, I have to admit that that first load of come isn't the best thing in the world. I have to force myself to swallow it. Weird thing is, it's not the taste that bugs me. I actually enjoy that. I guess I don't like the consistency. It's just so thick and so hot. That's what I remember most about the first time a lover came in my mouth. I was surprised at how hot it was. So, as usual I had to force myself to swallow that first gulp. But once that was behind me, the rest went down very easily. And like I said, I love the way a guy's cum tastes. When he was finished, he pulled me up to him, and started kissing me. That threw me a little, since I'd never been with a guy that wanted to kiss me with his cum still on my lips. But he didn't seem to mind. And I wasn't about to complain. As we kissed, he pushed me down on the bed, and then rolled me over on my stomach. When I tried to sit back up, he held me down with a firm hand between my shoulder blades. I had no idea what he was about to do. But then the hands at my back moved towards my shoulders, and he started to massage the muscles in my neck and shoulders. God it felt so good. Especially since my neck was a bit stiff from the blowjob. "Lie still, Nat. Relax, and let me please you this time." What choice did I have? So, I did as he asked. If I weren't so turned on, I might have fallen asleep, it felt that good. But under the circumstances, there was no way I was dozing off. Not with a naked man sitting on my bare ass, with the residual taste of cum still on my tongue. Finally, his hands descended down my spine, massaging the muscles along the sides of my backbone, until they rested on my ass. "Hmmm, Nat, you have a great little ass. So tight and round. Just the way I like it." Oh yes, I thought. That's it Joey. Just keep talking like that, and I'll let you do anything. But damned if his hands didn't feel great. Still, I needed so much more than a massage, and he knew it. I guess he was just biding his time, so he could recover from his earlier orgasm. Anyway, when I felt his hands along the insides of my thighs, I almost screamed. I couldn't wait any longer. So, I gave him another one of my patented subtle little hints. I got up on my knees, spreading my thighs wide apart in the process. I know how wet I must have been. I could feel the cool air against my damp pussy as the position of my thighs opened me like a flower. His hands gripped my thighs, and suddenly I felt his nose nuzzling into the crevice of my upturned ass. When his tongue touched my clit, I thought I would die. I literally screamed out to him, and pushed back with my hips and hands, pressing my dripping pussy directly against his face. And then he began to eat me out from behind, with me still on my knees like the little slut I rapidly becoming. Jesus, it was almost too much to bear. I squirmed and moaned, but he held me tightly against his mouth as his tongue, fingers, and lips teased and tortured me. Finally, my movements made it too hard for him to follow, so he pulled me to my knees again and slid beneath me, allowing me to straddle his face. His tongue was driving me to the edge of orgasm, and when he started fingering me, I knew I was there. My thighs tightened around his head, as I bit my lower lip and rode out the breaking wave. As the contractions shuddered through me, he buried several fingers inside at exactly the right time, giving my pussy something to squeeze even as his tongue continued the assault. God he was relentless. Once my orgasm was through, I pushed his hand away, groaning as my stuffed pussy was suddenly emptied again. I rolled over onto my back, panting as I tried to control the after-effects of my climax. Thing is, I have to have a little break between climaxes. So when he looked at me with a confused look on his face, I explained it to him. "Give me a minute," I said. "I can't stand to be touched right after I come." He moved over and on top of me, and we started to kiss once again. As we kissed, I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him down on me. I felt his dick lying length-wise along my slit. Every now and then, he'd tighten up, his cock pushing against me. I thought I would pass out from the anticipation of having him inside me. So with an urgent little cry, I took his cock in my hand and pressed the thick head directly into my opening. He held back for a moment, testing the tightness of my pussy as the head worked its way inside for the first time. My pussy was still twitching from my previous orgasm, but I had recovered enough to take him all the way inside. I continued to hold his cock as he pushed another inch inside. "Oh God, this feels so good," I whispered. "Give me a little more . . . oh yeah, that's it." He pushed a little more, and then he was all the way inside. God it was amazing. Honestly, I'd like to say that it was the biggest cock I'd ever had, but that wouldn't quite be true. Like I said before, Dan really has a pretty big cock. In fact, he's probably a little bigger than Joey. Still, it felt great. Thing is, as long as it's nice and thick, I don't mind at all. Anyway, I must have felt pretty good to Joey. He started moaning right away, telling me how hot and tight I was. And then he started to move. Long slow strokes, in and out, in and out. Faster, I told him. That's it. Now a little harder. Oh yeah, he was catching on fast. Before long, he was really giving it to me. I locked my legs around him, to give me something to push back against, and we settled into this wild, hard fuck that went on and on and on. Jesus, I never expected this. He was literally fucking me to death. Quite frankly, I wasn't used to this kind of pace, and before long I couldn't push like I wanted to. I guess he could tell, cause he told me just to lay still, and let him do all the work. So I put my feet back on the mattress and opened my legs as wide as they could go. Joey was holding himself above me, the muscles of his upper arms and shoulders hard and tight with the effort. I think I came twice as he fucked me that way; the first time I was holding onto those strong powerful arms, feeling the force of his thrusts throughout my body as well as his. The second time was when I wrapped both hands around his cock as he drove inside me. Usually, this move makes Dan come within minutes, and he always said it drove him absolutely crazy. Yeah, that's one of my best moves. Plus, I can rub my clit just the way I need it. But Joey just kept on fucking me. Still, something else was happening to me. Before this, sex had always been about love. Even though Dan has a really great cock, more often than not, we made love in a tender and slow manner. I'd come all right, since he never neglected my clit during sex, but we never fucked like this. Not like this. This was fucking - pure and simple. Joey was treating me like a piece of meat, and God help me, I'd never been so happy in my life. It was exactly what I needed. I know I loved him, and I knew I'd loved him long before I even met Dan, but still, this was something different. Maybe we fucked that way because we were cheating. I'd like to think that it was more than that though. Whatever it was, I came a third time when he flipped me onto my stomach and started pounding away from behind. God it was so violent. I couldn't talk, I couldn't move, and I could barely breathe. All I could do was gasp these incoherent little cries. My legs ached, and my pussy was literally on fire. I could tell how swollen I was when he fell out once, and had to push back inside. I thought I was being split into. Not long after that, he asked me if I wanted to keep going. Since I still couldn't talk, I shook my head no. But I wanted him to come. God help me, I needed him to come. He started slowing up, like he was about to stop, but I grabbed him, and whispered no. "Just finish," I begged him, finally finding words. "Please." I knew he needed more, so once again I reached behind me, and started playing with his balls and the base of his cock as he started fucking me once again. Only this time, I started talking to him too. "That's it, baby. Fuck me, fuck my tight little pussy. C'mon, I know you want me. I know you want to come in me, don't you Joey? C'mon, do it. Harder, baby, that's it. You can't hurt me, just fuck me!" By now I was almost screaming the obscenities at him. It would have been funny if I didn't actually mean everything I was saying. No matter what he chose to do at that moment, I would have welcomed it. No matter what it was. Well, that's all it took. Finally, his willpower was exhausted. With a yell, he leaned into me, shoving his cock all the way inside, and held it there as he came deep inside my tortured little pussy. He held perfectly still as spurt after spurt emptied inside of me. Finally, he collapsed onto my back, his softening cock slipping from my cum-filled pussy with ease. I could feel his semen leak from me, pooling beneath me on the sheets. Later, as we showered and dressed, he asked me what I wanted to do. "About what?" I asked. "Well, about us. And about Dan and Jill. I love you Nat, don't you know that?" Yeah, I knew it. Still, I didn't know what I wanted to do at that moment. Honestly, I still loved my husband, though I didn't want to say that to Joey. "Let's just see how things go, okay? I think we both need to think about this first. It's not like we've had much time to think it over, have we?" He looked disappointed. I guess he expected me to leave with him on the spot. "Yeah, you're right," he said quietly as he tucked his shirt back in his pants. "So what do you want to do?" Faithless I smiled, and playfully grabbed his crotch. "I want to keep playing with this for a while first," I said half-jokingly. "Think you can handle fucking me on the side you stud?" The somber mood lifted, as he smiled and made a grab at my ass. "I thought I did a pretty good job handling you. Seems you were the one that cried uncle." I put on my best look of indignation. "I did no such thing," I said, taking a playful swing at his shoulder. "Just wait 'til I get my legs around you next time, and we'll see who cries uncle first." Luckily I beat Dan home. In fact, by the time he came in, I was pretending to be asleep in bed, praying that he wouldn't want to have sex. I was so sore I didn't think I could have done it. Plus, between my bruises and the redness around my pussy and the inside of my thighs, I looked a mess down there. Thankfully, he ignored me, and climbed in beside me, falling asleep in minutes. I didn't sleep that night. As I lay there, all I could think of was Joey. I wanted him so much that I cried a few times, silent tears wetting my pillow case as my husband slept next to me. I wish I could say I feel guilty for cheating, but I can't. I don't feel the need to lie, since you don't know me at all. Like I said, all I want to do is tell the truth, no matter how ugly that truth may be. So now you know my secret. At least one secret anyway. Believe or not, there are more - lots more. Maybe I'll tell you about them later. I'm still with Dan, and I'm still fucking Joey too. Honestly, I don't want to lose either one right now. Sometimes, I want the tender loving of my husband, but other times, I want the relentless fucking my lover gives me. What's weird is, I love them both so much. And I don't want to have to choose. I'd like to believe that Joey and I would have married if we had fucked that night on his bed long ago, and that I would be happy and content to be with him alone for the rest of my life. But I wonder. I wonder if I had married Joey, would I have cheated on him with a man like Dan, a man that offers another side to love, a side Joey doesn't have? Maybe I'm just doomed to be a faithless wife, a wife that has to cheat, no matter how genuine, how faithful, how attentive, or how loving any husband would be. Oh well, best I don't dwell on that. But before I go, let me say one thing more. Thanks for sticking with me through this. I really hope that some of you enjoyed reading about me, and about the new direction my life has taken lately. Thing is, I enjoyed writing this even more than I thought I would. Want to know where I am right now? Well, I'm still typing on the computer, sitting here in soaking wet panties and nothing else, as my husband sleeps upstairs. He knows I've really gotten into the internet, but he has no idea how deeply I'm involved in its seedier side. But God it's like no other rush I've had since I started fucking Joey. And like Joey, I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. So stick around, maybe I'll sit down again, and tell you some more of my secrets. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Just wait, cause if you have a little faith, anything - anything at all - could happen. Still wet and always willing, Natalie Please take the time to vote on my story, and especially to tell me what you thought about my adventures. I'm brand new at this, and it took me sometime to work up enough courage to actually submit my story. I can't wait to hear from you!