Continued update
Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 8:11 am
I was chatting with a friend here on the site over the weekend. After she heard part of what I had been up to she encouraged me to post the whole thing in a longer format. I think I get too wordy sometimes when I post things here. Does anyone find my updates too long and drawn out? Just curious. At any rate, here’s my update.
I mentioned not too long ago an episode (or rather a series of encounters) in which I found myself being unfaithful to my husband. It was really strange to be honest. I have no excuse for what I did; reasons and motivations maybe, but nothing to excuse my behavior. I could have slept with anyone I wanted (within certain bounds I suppose) and it would have given my husband pleasure to share those experiences with me, even if it was just me telling him after the fact. Instead I kept it to myself. For the naughty thrill of having that secret I guess.
The man involved worked in an office that I used to work in. He had made it clear before that he was attracted to me, but nothing had ever happened, as my husband and I had not experimented at all with this lifestyle at that time. I had gone to the office to see a friend of mine for a few minutes. He was there. When I was leaving, we spoke. I was interested, but not so much in him as a person. He’s a very self-centered person (I’m one to talk, I know…) and a bit obnoxious. However, he did have a reputation in the office of being a good lover. Before I knew what was happening, we were at lunch. After that, I was in his bed. The rumors were true. He was quite good.
I should have told my husband. I didn’t. To compound the matter, I saw him again… and again. I’d slept with him five times (5 !) before I confessed to my husband. It hurt our marriage. We took quite a long time off from the “hot wife lifestyle” to reconnect with each other. Ultimately, my penance was quite strange. Mark and I drove to his place in separate cars. Mark and I spoke in his car around the corner. He unloaded on me. All the feelings he had of hurt and betrayal and suspicion that we had danced around came out. I was a wreck as I sat there and took the verbal barrage. Mark dried my eyes. Then, he told me to get out of the car, go into my “friends” place and have sex with him. I was trembling at this impossible request. Mark told me this was my punishment. I was to go in there and screw the jerk one last time, the whole time thinking about how much damage I had done. It was the worst sex of my life. It was long, lonely drive home alone that night. On the up side, Mark let a lot of things go after that. He welcomed me home that night and held me as I went to sleep. The guy never made another move to contact me after that. Yes, the sex was THAT bad. I suppose that was at least part of the plan, aside from punishing me.
Fast forward to this past Friday; I was having lunch with the same friend from my old office. I ran back to the office with her to sign a card for a mutual friend of ours. My old “FB” didn’t even occur to me, mostly because he didn’t work in the office anymore. The part I didn’t know was that he did still work in the same building. I was paying for a snack at the newsstand in the lobby, when I turned around and there he was, right in front of me, smiling. I went into total shock. I wanted to run and scream and tear my hair out. Not the best option given that we were in public. He started into small talk. I tried to edge around to get a clear escape route while we exchanged some meaningless conversation. He noticed that I was uncomfortable and trying to ditch him, so he asked the question that floored me. He asked if he had done something wrong. At that moment I realized that he hadn’t. The revelation hit me like being electrocuted. I HATED this man for what I had done. Yes, he had slept with another man’s wife, but I had done it more than willingly. My eyes teared up, but I managed to keep myself from crying. I composed myself, taking a deep breath and finally got to clear my conscience a bit. I told him that I had enjoyed our fling but that I had needed to protect my marriage. I said goodbye and left. You have no idea how relieved I felt after that.
I talked about the run-in with Mark that evening over dinner. He didn’t eat much. He seemed to be thinking a lot about the whole episode. Finally, he thanked me for telling him and that he appreciated my honesty. I would have thought there to absolutely no chance of sex that night. I was wrong. It felt so good to make love to my husband with a clearer conscience. I felt so close to him. My orgasms weren’t earth-shattering in the normal sense, but I felt them deeper. It was some of the best “love-making” I’ve ever felt. It was wonderful having more of my husband back. I’d cum three times when his demeanor changed. Mark usually finishes in a much more intense fashion. I quite welcomed it. He’d made me feel so good that I wanted him to feel just as good. I was thinking this was going to be a wild fuck to make him cum. I was right on that score.
Mark was pounding down into me hard and fast. I couldn’t believe how hard his cock felt inside me, or how long he was lasting. He kissed me hard then pushed himself up, locking his elbows as he slowed his pace. I looked at him, wondering about his change. He looked down at me while he moved slowly in and out of me. He looked straight in my eyes and asked me if I’d wanted the other man that afternoon. Some part of me involuntarily clenched at the idea. I wanted to run and cry and not mention that man ever again. That wasn’t an option. Mark had been lied to. He deserved the truth. I told him the truth; that I had only wanted my husband with me after seeing that man. Still slowly fucking me, Mark asked if I had enjoyed the other man’s cock. I kept telling myself over and over in my head, “Just tell the truth.” I told him I had. Mark sped up. He asked me if he’d made me cum hard. Again I said, “Yes.” Did I miss his cock? Yes. I was close to cumming again. Mark stopped fucking me and told me to turn over. I was on all fours in a flash. He entered me again, fucking me hard, while I rubbed my clit. Mark asked me if I would always be totally honest with him. As tears rolled down my cheeks, I told him that I would. Then he asked if I was his and willing to trust my husband and do what he asked. I told Mark that I loved him more than anything and that I’d do anything to make him happy. Mark held my hips as he sped up, sending my last orgasm through my body. As I started to cum from my husband fucking me, I heard him say that he wanted me to call that other man and fuck him again. I screamed out loud as my orgasm peaked. It just kept going as Mark pounded me from behind. It lasted so long. It was serious effort to catch my breath when my orgasm began to subside.
As Mark withdrew his cock from me, he gently pulled my head towards him. He kissed me hard and deep. He told me that he loved me. I kissed my way down Marks body and swallowed his cock to the base. I purred as his fingers ran through my hair and I bobbed up and down on his cock. As his cock began to tense and leak pre-cum, Mark told me how much he wanted to hear about what I did with my “friend.” As nervous as it was to think about, I let myself trust my husband’s wishes and imagine that other man again. As Mark began to shoot his cum into my thirsty mouth, I imagined the hot sex I was going to have, not just with that other man, but with my wonderful husband afterwards.
The nest morning, I was a bit on edge to be honest. I wasn’t sure how much of the previous night was just “pillow talk.” Did Mark really want me to do it, or was it just an idea that got him hot. He hadn’t said anything for a bit, so I started to count myself lucky and dismiss the idea. I felt like I had dodged a bullet. The idea had gotten me a bit hot the night before, but I started to right it off as a touchy subject and filed it away for use in the bedroom with my husband. Virtually the same instant that I had dismissed the notion, Mark approached me from behind, wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss my neck. I melted right into him, wanting him very badly. I started to feel myself get wet. Mark was fondling my breasts and kissing my neck. I tried to reach back and feel his cock, but he pulled away from me. I turned around and moved towards him to kiss him, but Mark held me at arms length. He looked into my eyes and told me that I had a call to make. Then he kissed me on the cheek and walked away.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt that frustrated. Here I was all set for a spontaneous morning romp with my husband, when he tells me I have to call another man (whom I don’t even LIKE) to have sex. I steadied myself and just breathed a bit, trying to collect my thoughts. I followed Mark into the living room and sat next to him on the couch. He looked up from his magazine. The look in his eyes told me everything would be alright. I needed to see that. I asked him if this was what he wanted. He said yes, but only to do it if I wanted to. I kissed my husband and told him I loved him more than anything. Again, I asked him if he wanted me to go out. He said yes. I told him that I wanted to give him something first. I gave Mark the longest blowjob of my life. I sucked his cock for almost 45 minutes. I kept changing the rate and suction on him, not letting him adjust to the changing sensations. I kept taking breaks to stroke him with my hand while I told him how much I was going to enjoy another cock inside me. I asked him to think about me while I was out and that I wasn’t sure when I’d be back. I asked Mark how much he wanted me to do. He told me that I was to give the other guy everything he wanted. After what seemed like an eternity, Mark came with a loud grunt, bucking and thrusting into my mouth.
As Mark recovered I kissed him on the cheek and told him that I loved him and that I’d be back later. I went to our bedroom and tried to come up with some sort of plan. I shut and locked the door and started to dial his phone number. He answered and I tried to start in. Instead, he caught me a little off-guard. He began to ask me how I was and to apologize for running me off the day before. I assured him that everything was fine. Then I saw my opportunity. I told him that I was calling to apologize for being so rude when we had met. We went back and forth a bit in our mutual apologies. Then I made my move and said that I still felt really bad about the whole thing and wondered if I could come over and we could talk about the whole situation. He said yes, and before he could go too much further into things, I told him I’d be there in a few minutes. As I hung up, I knew we were both on the same page. I could tell he wanted me. The phone conversation had to be pleasant, but I decided it was going to end there. I wanted this to be an amazing adventure to tell my husband about, so I decided to go all out. I stripped down and glanced through my wardrobe very quickly. I put on khaki shorts and hoodie and sandals… and nothing else. I slipped through the house avoiding my husband, grabbed my keys and left. I couldn’t afford to lose my nerve. As I drove across town, I started to second guess myself a bit. I wondered if I should have dolled myself up more. I realized that it was too late for any of that. I exceeded the speed limit by quite a bit, parked in front of his condo and had to force myself not to run to his door. As he opened the door, I was relieved to see that he was dressed in a casual mode as well.
He welcomed me in and asked me if I wanted a drink. I welcomed the liquid courage. I sipped my glass of wine quite quickly. Soon it was gone. We had said our apologies again. I wanted to launch into some line about missing him. It was true and then again, it wasn’t. I was sick of lying. I just wanted to fuck, but couldn’t think of a dignified way to say it. As he got up to get me another glass of wine, I decided that I didn’t need to say it. I followed him into the kitchen. As I walked I kicked off my sandals, and took off my sweatshirt. As I entered the kitchen I was unbuttoning my shorts. He almost dropped my drink when he saw me. He took me in for a few seconds as I stared back at him. He took off his shirt as he approached me. Soon we were all over each other. He pushed me against the counter and pulled down my shorts, going down on me. I was so hot for that I came in just a minute or two. I returned the favor and went down on him for a few minutes, right there in the middle of his kitchen. When he was at full staff, he bent me over his kitchen table. He told me that he didn’t have any condoms, pausing a bit before entering me. We both knew he planned to do me anyway, so I bit my lip and let it happen. As he started to pump in and out of me I told him that he needed to be careful and cum in my mouth when he was ready. He grunted some sort of ascent and began to speed up. I came twice more before he told me to “Come and take it.” I spun around and knelt in front of him, opening wide. He laced his fingers through my hair and plunged in and out of my mouth, getting himself off. As he let go of me, I stepped up my level of suction and began to take him deep and slow. This way, I was able to keep his cock hard.
He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. No sooner had I lay down, than he was on top of me, pushing his cock into my pussy. Having just cum, he lasted forever. I came twice before he rolled onto his back. I rode him until I came again. I was in a real state now. I was getting lost to the sex. I just wanted more and more. I wasn’t becoming more satisfied, just the opposite. I finally reached a climax that made me stop and catch my breath. I lay next to him, idly stroking his cock, trying to figure out what was going to happen next. I wanted more, but was just very weak. Instead of pouncing on me, he started talking. He asked me why I’d come over for this. Not wanting to reveal too much about my “unconventional” marriage, I just told him that I had missed the sex. It was true enough. He took my hand off of his cock and placed it on my breast, followed by the other one. Soon he was going down on me again. His wet tongue felt so good on my swollen clit. I kneaded my breasts as he licked and fingered my pussy. I was getting close again. Why do men always want to talk to me when I’m close to cumming? He asked if I’d really missed his cock. I told him,”Yes.” He asked me if I’d needed it this bad before. “Yes.” He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me again. I remembered what my husband had said about giving him anything he wanted. Memories of being used at Marc’s party flashed through my mind. I needed to listen to more of my husband’s advice. I told my “friend”, “I’m here to fuck you. I’ll do anything you want, just fuck me.”
He climbed on top of me and fucked me through my next orgasm. He shifted off of the bed and told me not to move. After a minute he came back and he asked me to roll over onto my knees. He entered me from behind and started to fuck me at a nice steady rhythm. I came twice more. I was soaked with sweat and panting for breathe. “You like it, baby?” he asked. “Yes.” “Tell me about it.” My mouth opened and this torrent of filthy language poured out. I confessed that I’d loved having his cock and that just thinking about having it again had gotten me hot. I told him that I wanted to cum on his cock over and over until he shot his cum in my mouth. I asked sweetly for him to cum for me over and over again. With each repetition my voice grew less sweet and more desperate. He didn’t cum though. Instead, I did. I screamed into the mattress that I loved his cock and to fuck me until I passed out. As I was coming back down to earth, I felt the cold behind me. He had gotten Vaseline before when he’d gotten off the bed. He was lubing my ass. I started to wonder how I’d gotten into this vein of anal sex lately. Before I’d started into the “hot wife scene” I’d only tried it two or three times. Seems like once I’d given up control to a man lately, they inevitably wound up fucking my ass, while I even went as far as to ask for it. It was happening again. He was pressing at me lightly. He asked, “You want to do this for me, baby?” I’d gone this far, hadn’t I? I figured what was the difference? I looked back at him over my shoulder and told him, “Fuck me any way you want. Take my ass. Beat me with you cock ‘til you cum.”
He didn’t disappoint with that “request.” The lube definitely helped, but it really was something like a beating. He pounded my ass like he’d lost himself to the raw sex. God help me, his enthusiasm was contagious because I started to get hot too. Soon he was spanking me. He kept telling me things like, “God I love fucking you tight ass,” and,”That’s it, fuck me back, baby.” I realized that I was. I was knocking back into him, taking his cock. I realized that I was talking back to him too. How long had I been doing that? I noticed my own voice in the air, but felt somewhat disconnected from saying them. I could hear my words, “Fuck me harder… fuck your bitch… give me your cock.” “You want my cock, baby?” “Yes, fuck me… fuck your bitch…” His cock twitched inside me. He slammed my ass two more times. Then, he grabbed my hair. “Come get my cock, baby.” The first jet of cum hit me in the left eye as he pulled me head towards his cock. The second stream hit the back of my throat as he plunged his cock all the way into my mouth, gagging me a bit. He slammed into my face over and over until he’d finished cumming. I got myself off with my fingers as he came in my mouth. Something about the rough use of my body drove me over the edge and made me love the treatment. As he pulled out of my mouth, I gasped for air. I slumped to the mattress to catch my breath. Laying there, with my eyes closed, I could feel him climb off the bed. I felt the cold air conditioning blowing on my sweaty skin.
I woke up and had to remind myself where I was. I’d been asleep for over an hour. The bed sheet was pulled up over me. I didn’t remember doing that. It must have been my “host.” As tired as I was, I was surprised that I hadn’t slept longer. Then I heard the noise coming from the living room. The TV had woken me up. I glanced around, but didn’t see my clothes anywhere. I wrapped the sheet around my body, went to the bedroom door and peaked out. There was noise and flashing light in the living room. I slowly crept down the hall, as quietly as I could. As I got there, I saw him on the couch, his back to me. He was watching a porno. For an instant, I was surprised. If he wanted to fuck, why hadn’t he just done me? Granted I was unconscious, but still, I was there. I could see he was stroking his cock. It was half hard. Then I looked at the TV. He was fucking me. He was watching a video of him fucking me. Suddenly, I heard my voice coming from the TV. “Cum for m…” I hadn’t finished the words before he shut my mouth with his cock. My own memories were a bit of a blur. Had I really said that? I couldn’t remember, but there it was. I watched in stunned horror as this image on the screen went from savagely fucking my ass to plunging his filthy cock into my mouth. Within a few brutal strokes, his body was jerking. My image on the screen was fidgeting and squirming as it fingered itself. Soon, I slumped to the bed and rolled over, exhausted. He climbed off the bed and turned off the camera.
My real life host was looking at me, silently. I just looked at the floor, trying to process what had just happened. He stood up, came over to me and took me by the hand. He walked me to the couch, sat me down and started the video over again. I saw him as he climbed onto the bed and had me turn over onto all fours. I was looking at the profile view of the two of us. I watched, dumbstruck as he entered me and began to fuck me. To hear the words we spoke to each other was quite erotic. There on the couch, he was stroking my thigh. His cock was hard. My breathing was getting labored. As I heard myself ask for him to fuck my ass, I reached out for his cock and began to stroke it. I watched out of the corner of my eye to see myself beg for him to fuck me harder, as I leaned down, dropping the sheet from my body, and suck his cock again. He leaned his head back as I sucked his cock once again. In a few minutes, the screen was dark again. The only noise in the room came from the two of us. He told me that he loved fucking me. I got a thrill from hearing him say it. He stroked my hair lightly and ran his hand over my back as I sucked his cock. I looked up at him to see him looking right back into my eyes, holding my gaze. “Are you going to suck me off again or are you just playing around with me?” he asked. I told him I’d do whatever he wanted. He asked if I meant it. My reply was to suck his cock deep and hard, while fondling his balls. I came off of his cock with a loud pop. “We can do anything you want.” “Really?” He seemed to be searching my eyes for where my limits were. I just stared right back. “I want to be home by dark. Other than that, I’ll give you whatever you want… as long as it doesn’t leave any marks.” He swallowed hard… then seemed to make up his mind. He told me to go to the bedroom and wait on the bed. He came in after a few minutes. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom.
He fucked me standing up in the steaming hot shower, my legs wrapped around his back. He was kissing me deeply. It was a step towards love-making, which felt a little strange, but the sex was still raw and physical. Once we were somewhat clean, he turned off the shower and took me back to the living room. He bent me over his coffee table and entered me from behind again. Only a few strokes into our latest fuck, just as I was getting into it, there was a knock at the door. He said, “Come on, man.” I watched in shock as a man came in. He looked at my host fucking me right in the middle of the living room. I stared at him wondering what he was going to do. He wasn’t completely shocked, more like in disbelief. He had been called over when I had been sent to the bedroom. Our host told him to hurry up and that I, “sucked cock better than any girl he’d ever had.” Our new guest started to take his clothes off, slowly at first, but with increasing speed as he watch me get fucked. When he was naked, he came over and presented me with a quickly hardening cock. I noticed with some nervousness as his left hand went to my head. It had a wedding ring on it. I realized that as bad as I felt about this, there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it. I had promised to do anything. I opened my mouth and figured that I might as well go for it. I bobbed and sucked as best I could. Soon though, they had each taken hold and gone into a stead rhythm of sawing me back and forth between them. In a few minutes, our new guest was cumming. It was a bit bitterer than I am used to, but there was a TON of it. I swallowed it down and began to release his cock, when my host told me to keep him hard. With just a nudge on my head from him, I was sucking his friends cock again. He told me that his wife hardly ever gave him head and that I felt great. I felt guilty again, but also a twinge of pride.
My “FB” grasped my hips tight and said he was gong to cum. He stood up behind me and I went to him eagerly. He took my head, holding it by the hair, and jerked himself off into my mouth, intentionally missing a bit, letting it smear on my chin and cheeks. When he was done, he had me lie on the couch and directed his friend to go down on me. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the feeling, but he was sadly not very good at giving head. His wife, it occurred to me, probably had hang-ups about it. I opened my eyes to look at him and saw that our host was filming again. I was very shocked again. There was also a feeling of excitement along with it. Soon our new guest was on top of me, entering my pussy. His cock, while quite long (about 9 inches) wasn’t very thick. Although I didn’t get that wonderful “full” feeling, he was hitting some places deep inside me that seldom feel a cock. I tried quite hard to focus on our new guest, but found it very difficult. I kept staring at the camera and our host behind it. He had to have cum at least four times that day, but he was already hard again. I could hear my husband’s voice in my head again. I was to give this man everything he wanted. Alright, if he wanted a porn star, that’s what I was going to be. I looked into the camera and told him how good the long hard cock inside me felt. I closed my eyes and imagined Marc fucking me, while I had my husband in my mouth. The quick fantasy had me to the edge of an orgasm in no time. While I didn’t fake it, I did play it up, shuddering and squealing, asking to be fucked harder.
After my orgasm, my host had me kneel on the floor and rest my body on the couch. My “new friend” entered me from behind. He lasted maybe 2 more minutes before he said he was getting close. I looked at the camera, ready to look at the lens and ask for his cum. I was beaten to the punch as my host asked me what else I was ready to do today for his friend. I knew what he wanted. I reached back and placed my hand on his hips, slowing him. I straightened up a bit and turned my head, just enough to kiss our guest. “You can have my ass if you want…” I sank back down to the couch and waited for it. I closed my eyes and imagined my husband, taking what was rightfully his, instead of a stranger being given me as a gift. I tried to image the most idyllic scene I could to help relax myself. His long cock was soon all the way up inside me. His smaller width helped a lot. After just another few strokes he came. I looked up at the camera and said, “Thank you.” I was told in return that I should be a good girl. I slowly turned around and took the cock in my mouth and sucked it clean, pulling the last few drops of cum out of it. Our guest shuddered at my sucking, pulling away. I suppose he was too sensitive at that point.
When the camera was turned off, I pulled my host down to me and started to stroke his cock. I admitted to him that the camera got me hot. I asked him what he wanted since he seemed to need more. He sat on the couch and had me ride him. Our guest ran his hands over my body, enjoying the chance to feel me up. I hadn’t thought it possible, but he actually got hard again. Soon I was stroking one cock as I rode the other. My host looked me in the eyes but wasn’t talking to me. He said, “Hey, if you want one last go at her, take her ass while she rides me.” I wanted to protest. I was hurting pretty bad by this point. Again I heard my husband, “Everything he wants.” I closed my eyes and bit my lip. It was too much. I couldn’t do this anymore. Everything hurt. I thought about my husband again. I thought about going home and telling him about everything I’d done today. I imagined telling him how I’d been used as complete fuck toy. To my surprise I kind of thought he’d be proud of me for doing what he’d asked. That was the motivation I needed. It was enough. I opened my eyes and looked at my host. I asked him, “You want him to fuck my ass while I ride your cock?” I didn’t wait for a reply. I looked over at our guest and told him I needed to feel them both inside me. He stumbled to his feet and got his knees on the edge of the couch on either side of me. I felt him pressing into me.
I just kept telling myself how much this was going to excite Mark. He bottomed out in my ass. I leaned forward a bit and the rocked back. I winced from the pain. It was worse than I’d expected. My host put his hand on my shoulders and pushed down. I rebounded back up a bit, and then he did it again. Soon he moved his hands to my hips and his friend placed his hands on my shoulders. Then they were fucking me. I have no idea how long I was like that. I just kept thinking about how good Mark would feel when I got home. Our guest was then pulling my hair, telling me how tight my ass felt. He was mumbling over and over how much he’d always wanted to fuck his wife like this. Then they were both pounding my body. I felt is cock swell, stretching my raw ass a bit. He came inside me. I began to tub my clit and imagine my husband kissing my neck. My host started to grunt. I thought he’d pull out and move to my mouth. He didn’t. He sat up, pulling me over onto my back on the couch. He fucked me hard and fast, hitting deep inside me. I was so close that his swelling cock set me off. We came together. I let out a shocked cry as I felt him shoot his cum inside me. We started to wind down from the last round. I don’t know where I got the strength, but I pushed him off of me. I found my clothes and threw them on. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I let that happen? My host met me at the door, trying to calm me down. I wasn’t having it. I was livid. At him, but also at myself. He tried to get me to sit down and talk. I wanted out. I backed away from the door and asked for a glass of water. As he went to the kitchen I grabbed his video camera. I pulled the tape from it and bolted out the door.
The drive home was as lonely and frustrating as the last time I’d done it. I wanted to go home, and be with my husband. How could I have let another man cum inside me? I was crying, barely able to see straight. I’m amazed that I hadn’t gotten into an accident. I sat in the driveway for a few minutes. I seriously considered not telling Mark about how it ended. I wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened. I cursed myself out loud. Thinking like that had gotten me into trouble the last time. I had to lay it all on the line; good, bad or ugly. If there is a word to describe how I entered my house, it’s, “slumped.” Mark came and met me in the hallway. Just looking at me, he could tell I was a mess inside, although, on the outside I was pretty ragged looking as well. As Marks arms wrapped around me I lost it. I degenerated into a sobbing mess. I sank to the floor and cried. Mark sat next to me and held me. After a long time, Mark dried my eyes and took me to the couch. He got me a glass of water. I couldn’t look at him. I felt so ashamed. I felt like I had cheated on him all over again.
After sitting there in silence for almost an hour, I finally started to talk. I told Mark that everything had gone fine until just before I ran for home. I just bowed my head and shut my eyes tight as I told him that another man had cum inside me. Fresh tears ran down my face. Mark held me tightly. He told me he loved me. We talked for quite a while. We had never discussed the use of condoms to protect our intimacy. As a safety precaution, it was always understood that they were essential. Our friend Chris had never used one with me, but he was very close to us and we trust him. Marc had been a special case as we had grown quite close. There was the one other man at the party that Marc had taken me to. I began to realize that even if it was an unspoken rule, it had been broken before. Ultimately, it’s really just my hang-up. I just think that if a man is going to cum inside me, I have to want it to happen, usually because I feel close to that person… maybe even feel some sort of connection to them. Mark helped me gain a sense of perspective on the whole situation. Basically, I learned that if it bothers me, I need to be more careful. On the flip-side, Mark told me that it didn’t bother him so much as I’m on birth control. His larger concern was for health safety. We agreed that condoms are the way to go and that I also have the right and the power to deviate from that if I see fit, while also taking into account my husbands safety along with my own.
Mark made me dinner and we talked more. Nothing about sex was discussed. It was nice to just sit with my husband and talk and laugh. Then he asked me if I missed Marc. I told him that the memories did pop up now and then and that I did feel some sort of loss. I told him I’d much rather lose a lover than more important things in my life, like my husband. Mark and I sat in bed and just kissed for a while. It felt good again when my clothes began to come off. It felt good and right to be naked in front of my husband. Earlier that day being naked and having sex had felt exciting and risqué. I still felt those feelings with my husband, but I also felt love and safety. Feeling my husband on top of me just felt natural. Mark asked me if I loved him and trusted him. I told him that I always had and always would. Mark went down on me. When I realized what was happening, I tried to get him to sop, to let me clean up a bit first. Mark looked up at me and told me to relax and lay back. His soft, warm tongue felt so good on my aching pussy. I couldn’t help thinking about earlier that day. I had felt another man cum inside me. Now my husband was licking my pussy. I knew there couldn’t have been more than a few drops in me, as he’d come several times before that, but the reality was there and it was affecting me. I came. I ran my fingers through my Mark’s hair as he pushed me over the edge. I cried out as my husband licked my sore, abused, cum filled pussy. When Mark crawled up to me and kissed me, I kissed him back, hard. I could just barely taste it on his lips, but there it was; another man’s cum.
I looked Mark in the eye and told him to make love to me. My charged state got the best of me just then. “Make love to me now and I’ll be a whore for you later,” I told him. Mark entered me slowly and carefully. He pumped away at me in the missionary position for quite a while. My orgasm from his oral work on me never quite dissipated completely. I was cumming again in no time at all. Mark slowed and let me catch my breath. I told Mark, “Thank you,” and, “I love you.” Mark told me he loved me too. I rolled mark onto his back and began to ride him. I was loud. My panting and grunting filled the room. After a few minutes, Mark began to thrust up into me. I came again. As I looked down into Marks eyes, I felt this feeling of guilt. I realized that the sex I had earlier was making the sex with my husband better. That was a good thing. But what hurt, was that I felt like if any man deserved a chance to take me and use my body to make himself feel good, it was Mark. I had given that to two other men that day. It was a mutual decision, but it felt a bit wrong just then. I wanted to have Mark to be loving and gentle and make me feel safe, and he would. But men want more. More often than women do, they want pure, raw, animal sex. I’d been used as a sex toy by two other men. As much as I wanted Mark to make love to me, I wanted to make sure he knew I was his.
I asked Mark if he’d fuck me. He looked up at me, somewhat confused. It was a silly question I suppose. We were having sex after all. I told Mark that I wanted to be his. I told him that I didn’t want to be treated like his wife. I squeezed his cock inside me. I told Mark to I wanted him to fuck me, not make love. I started to move up ad down on his cock again. Mark rolled me over and began to fuck me, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. He just kept going faster and faster. He was bottoming out inside me with every stroke. I was close to cumming when he suddenly pulled out and told me to turn over. I ignored my lost orgasm and did as I was told. Mark swiftly entered me, jabbing into me with his cock. I groaned at the rough treatment, but he kept going. Soon, Mark was again impaling me with his cock. His hands went to my shoulders and he started to pull me back into him on each stroke. When he tired of that, Mark pushed my shoulders down to the mattress. This was it; I was just a fuck toy now. I’d asked for this. Mark held my hips tightly (almost painfully) in his hands as he took me. I was conflicted just then. I wanted to give this to him more than anything, but I wanted him to treat me tenderly again. I told myself that the tenderness would be mine as soon as he’d cum. I gave myself over to the experience. I kept chanting, “Fuck me…,” over and over again. I came. Mark told me how good I felt. He told me he loved fucking ever part of me. I breathlessly moaned back, “Fuck every part of me.”
I gasped as Mark suddenly stopped and pulled out of my pussy. In one fluid motion, Mark entered my ass. I cried out at the pain. Mark didn’t let up. He held my hips just as tight as he pulled my ass to him with every stroke. “I’m gonna cum in a minute, baby,” he said. He hadn’t used my name. He’d done that on purpose. As I lightly rubbed my clit, I started to cum. He was doing what I’d asked; he’d disconnected the sex from our relationship. I was Mark’s plaything, making him feel good. I came with tears in my eyes, but this time they were tears of happiness. I gasped as I felt Mark’s cock swell. He grunted as he filled me with his cum. It stung a bit I’ll confess, but it also made him glide a bit easier, so it was a mixed blessing. As Mark lay down, I lowered my mouth over his cock, finishing his orgasm as best I could. He groaned as I drew out the last of his cum. I snuggled down to sleep next to my husband as he stroked my hair and told me he loved me. I told him that I loved him too. Mark said that he could tell.
The next morning Mark made love to me again. It was slow, gentle and loving. After we had gotten ourselves together and run a few errnads, Mark asked what I had done with the video. I retrieved it from my car. Mark and I watched it together. We both got very excited, although I found myself a bit embarrassed. When it was over, Mark took me to the bedroom. As sore as I was, Mark pulled me on top of him in a 69 position. We both quite enjoyed ourselves.
I think that I finally have all of my husband back.
I hope everyone is well. Take care, everyone.
Love,
Jess
I mentioned not too long ago an episode (or rather a series of encounters) in which I found myself being unfaithful to my husband. It was really strange to be honest. I have no excuse for what I did; reasons and motivations maybe, but nothing to excuse my behavior. I could have slept with anyone I wanted (within certain bounds I suppose) and it would have given my husband pleasure to share those experiences with me, even if it was just me telling him after the fact. Instead I kept it to myself. For the naughty thrill of having that secret I guess.
The man involved worked in an office that I used to work in. He had made it clear before that he was attracted to me, but nothing had ever happened, as my husband and I had not experimented at all with this lifestyle at that time. I had gone to the office to see a friend of mine for a few minutes. He was there. When I was leaving, we spoke. I was interested, but not so much in him as a person. He’s a very self-centered person (I’m one to talk, I know…) and a bit obnoxious. However, he did have a reputation in the office of being a good lover. Before I knew what was happening, we were at lunch. After that, I was in his bed. The rumors were true. He was quite good.
I should have told my husband. I didn’t. To compound the matter, I saw him again… and again. I’d slept with him five times (5 !) before I confessed to my husband. It hurt our marriage. We took quite a long time off from the “hot wife lifestyle” to reconnect with each other. Ultimately, my penance was quite strange. Mark and I drove to his place in separate cars. Mark and I spoke in his car around the corner. He unloaded on me. All the feelings he had of hurt and betrayal and suspicion that we had danced around came out. I was a wreck as I sat there and took the verbal barrage. Mark dried my eyes. Then, he told me to get out of the car, go into my “friends” place and have sex with him. I was trembling at this impossible request. Mark told me this was my punishment. I was to go in there and screw the jerk one last time, the whole time thinking about how much damage I had done. It was the worst sex of my life. It was long, lonely drive home alone that night. On the up side, Mark let a lot of things go after that. He welcomed me home that night and held me as I went to sleep. The guy never made another move to contact me after that. Yes, the sex was THAT bad. I suppose that was at least part of the plan, aside from punishing me.
Fast forward to this past Friday; I was having lunch with the same friend from my old office. I ran back to the office with her to sign a card for a mutual friend of ours. My old “FB” didn’t even occur to me, mostly because he didn’t work in the office anymore. The part I didn’t know was that he did still work in the same building. I was paying for a snack at the newsstand in the lobby, when I turned around and there he was, right in front of me, smiling. I went into total shock. I wanted to run and scream and tear my hair out. Not the best option given that we were in public. He started into small talk. I tried to edge around to get a clear escape route while we exchanged some meaningless conversation. He noticed that I was uncomfortable and trying to ditch him, so he asked the question that floored me. He asked if he had done something wrong. At that moment I realized that he hadn’t. The revelation hit me like being electrocuted. I HATED this man for what I had done. Yes, he had slept with another man’s wife, but I had done it more than willingly. My eyes teared up, but I managed to keep myself from crying. I composed myself, taking a deep breath and finally got to clear my conscience a bit. I told him that I had enjoyed our fling but that I had needed to protect my marriage. I said goodbye and left. You have no idea how relieved I felt after that.
I talked about the run-in with Mark that evening over dinner. He didn’t eat much. He seemed to be thinking a lot about the whole episode. Finally, he thanked me for telling him and that he appreciated my honesty. I would have thought there to absolutely no chance of sex that night. I was wrong. It felt so good to make love to my husband with a clearer conscience. I felt so close to him. My orgasms weren’t earth-shattering in the normal sense, but I felt them deeper. It was some of the best “love-making” I’ve ever felt. It was wonderful having more of my husband back. I’d cum three times when his demeanor changed. Mark usually finishes in a much more intense fashion. I quite welcomed it. He’d made me feel so good that I wanted him to feel just as good. I was thinking this was going to be a wild fuck to make him cum. I was right on that score.
Mark was pounding down into me hard and fast. I couldn’t believe how hard his cock felt inside me, or how long he was lasting. He kissed me hard then pushed himself up, locking his elbows as he slowed his pace. I looked at him, wondering about his change. He looked down at me while he moved slowly in and out of me. He looked straight in my eyes and asked me if I’d wanted the other man that afternoon. Some part of me involuntarily clenched at the idea. I wanted to run and cry and not mention that man ever again. That wasn’t an option. Mark had been lied to. He deserved the truth. I told him the truth; that I had only wanted my husband with me after seeing that man. Still slowly fucking me, Mark asked if I had enjoyed the other man’s cock. I kept telling myself over and over in my head, “Just tell the truth.” I told him I had. Mark sped up. He asked me if he’d made me cum hard. Again I said, “Yes.” Did I miss his cock? Yes. I was close to cumming again. Mark stopped fucking me and told me to turn over. I was on all fours in a flash. He entered me again, fucking me hard, while I rubbed my clit. Mark asked me if I would always be totally honest with him. As tears rolled down my cheeks, I told him that I would. Then he asked if I was his and willing to trust my husband and do what he asked. I told Mark that I loved him more than anything and that I’d do anything to make him happy. Mark held my hips as he sped up, sending my last orgasm through my body. As I started to cum from my husband fucking me, I heard him say that he wanted me to call that other man and fuck him again. I screamed out loud as my orgasm peaked. It just kept going as Mark pounded me from behind. It lasted so long. It was serious effort to catch my breath when my orgasm began to subside.
As Mark withdrew his cock from me, he gently pulled my head towards him. He kissed me hard and deep. He told me that he loved me. I kissed my way down Marks body and swallowed his cock to the base. I purred as his fingers ran through my hair and I bobbed up and down on his cock. As his cock began to tense and leak pre-cum, Mark told me how much he wanted to hear about what I did with my “friend.” As nervous as it was to think about, I let myself trust my husband’s wishes and imagine that other man again. As Mark began to shoot his cum into my thirsty mouth, I imagined the hot sex I was going to have, not just with that other man, but with my wonderful husband afterwards.
The nest morning, I was a bit on edge to be honest. I wasn’t sure how much of the previous night was just “pillow talk.” Did Mark really want me to do it, or was it just an idea that got him hot. He hadn’t said anything for a bit, so I started to count myself lucky and dismiss the idea. I felt like I had dodged a bullet. The idea had gotten me a bit hot the night before, but I started to right it off as a touchy subject and filed it away for use in the bedroom with my husband. Virtually the same instant that I had dismissed the notion, Mark approached me from behind, wrapped his arms around me and started to kiss my neck. I melted right into him, wanting him very badly. I started to feel myself get wet. Mark was fondling my breasts and kissing my neck. I tried to reach back and feel his cock, but he pulled away from me. I turned around and moved towards him to kiss him, but Mark held me at arms length. He looked into my eyes and told me that I had a call to make. Then he kissed me on the cheek and walked away.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt that frustrated. Here I was all set for a spontaneous morning romp with my husband, when he tells me I have to call another man (whom I don’t even LIKE) to have sex. I steadied myself and just breathed a bit, trying to collect my thoughts. I followed Mark into the living room and sat next to him on the couch. He looked up from his magazine. The look in his eyes told me everything would be alright. I needed to see that. I asked him if this was what he wanted. He said yes, but only to do it if I wanted to. I kissed my husband and told him I loved him more than anything. Again, I asked him if he wanted me to go out. He said yes. I told him that I wanted to give him something first. I gave Mark the longest blowjob of my life. I sucked his cock for almost 45 minutes. I kept changing the rate and suction on him, not letting him adjust to the changing sensations. I kept taking breaks to stroke him with my hand while I told him how much I was going to enjoy another cock inside me. I asked him to think about me while I was out and that I wasn’t sure when I’d be back. I asked Mark how much he wanted me to do. He told me that I was to give the other guy everything he wanted. After what seemed like an eternity, Mark came with a loud grunt, bucking and thrusting into my mouth.
As Mark recovered I kissed him on the cheek and told him that I loved him and that I’d be back later. I went to our bedroom and tried to come up with some sort of plan. I shut and locked the door and started to dial his phone number. He answered and I tried to start in. Instead, he caught me a little off-guard. He began to ask me how I was and to apologize for running me off the day before. I assured him that everything was fine. Then I saw my opportunity. I told him that I was calling to apologize for being so rude when we had met. We went back and forth a bit in our mutual apologies. Then I made my move and said that I still felt really bad about the whole thing and wondered if I could come over and we could talk about the whole situation. He said yes, and before he could go too much further into things, I told him I’d be there in a few minutes. As I hung up, I knew we were both on the same page. I could tell he wanted me. The phone conversation had to be pleasant, but I decided it was going to end there. I wanted this to be an amazing adventure to tell my husband about, so I decided to go all out. I stripped down and glanced through my wardrobe very quickly. I put on khaki shorts and hoodie and sandals… and nothing else. I slipped through the house avoiding my husband, grabbed my keys and left. I couldn’t afford to lose my nerve. As I drove across town, I started to second guess myself a bit. I wondered if I should have dolled myself up more. I realized that it was too late for any of that. I exceeded the speed limit by quite a bit, parked in front of his condo and had to force myself not to run to his door. As he opened the door, I was relieved to see that he was dressed in a casual mode as well.
He welcomed me in and asked me if I wanted a drink. I welcomed the liquid courage. I sipped my glass of wine quite quickly. Soon it was gone. We had said our apologies again. I wanted to launch into some line about missing him. It was true and then again, it wasn’t. I was sick of lying. I just wanted to fuck, but couldn’t think of a dignified way to say it. As he got up to get me another glass of wine, I decided that I didn’t need to say it. I followed him into the kitchen. As I walked I kicked off my sandals, and took off my sweatshirt. As I entered the kitchen I was unbuttoning my shorts. He almost dropped my drink when he saw me. He took me in for a few seconds as I stared back at him. He took off his shirt as he approached me. Soon we were all over each other. He pushed me against the counter and pulled down my shorts, going down on me. I was so hot for that I came in just a minute or two. I returned the favor and went down on him for a few minutes, right there in the middle of his kitchen. When he was at full staff, he bent me over his kitchen table. He told me that he didn’t have any condoms, pausing a bit before entering me. We both knew he planned to do me anyway, so I bit my lip and let it happen. As he started to pump in and out of me I told him that he needed to be careful and cum in my mouth when he was ready. He grunted some sort of ascent and began to speed up. I came twice more before he told me to “Come and take it.” I spun around and knelt in front of him, opening wide. He laced his fingers through my hair and plunged in and out of my mouth, getting himself off. As he let go of me, I stepped up my level of suction and began to take him deep and slow. This way, I was able to keep his cock hard.
He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. No sooner had I lay down, than he was on top of me, pushing his cock into my pussy. Having just cum, he lasted forever. I came twice before he rolled onto his back. I rode him until I came again. I was in a real state now. I was getting lost to the sex. I just wanted more and more. I wasn’t becoming more satisfied, just the opposite. I finally reached a climax that made me stop and catch my breath. I lay next to him, idly stroking his cock, trying to figure out what was going to happen next. I wanted more, but was just very weak. Instead of pouncing on me, he started talking. He asked me why I’d come over for this. Not wanting to reveal too much about my “unconventional” marriage, I just told him that I had missed the sex. It was true enough. He took my hand off of his cock and placed it on my breast, followed by the other one. Soon he was going down on me again. His wet tongue felt so good on my swollen clit. I kneaded my breasts as he licked and fingered my pussy. I was getting close again. Why do men always want to talk to me when I’m close to cumming? He asked if I’d really missed his cock. I told him,”Yes.” He asked me if I’d needed it this bad before. “Yes.” He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me again. I remembered what my husband had said about giving him anything he wanted. Memories of being used at Marc’s party flashed through my mind. I needed to listen to more of my husband’s advice. I told my “friend”, “I’m here to fuck you. I’ll do anything you want, just fuck me.”
He climbed on top of me and fucked me through my next orgasm. He shifted off of the bed and told me not to move. After a minute he came back and he asked me to roll over onto my knees. He entered me from behind and started to fuck me at a nice steady rhythm. I came twice more. I was soaked with sweat and panting for breathe. “You like it, baby?” he asked. “Yes.” “Tell me about it.” My mouth opened and this torrent of filthy language poured out. I confessed that I’d loved having his cock and that just thinking about having it again had gotten me hot. I told him that I wanted to cum on his cock over and over until he shot his cum in my mouth. I asked sweetly for him to cum for me over and over again. With each repetition my voice grew less sweet and more desperate. He didn’t cum though. Instead, I did. I screamed into the mattress that I loved his cock and to fuck me until I passed out. As I was coming back down to earth, I felt the cold behind me. He had gotten Vaseline before when he’d gotten off the bed. He was lubing my ass. I started to wonder how I’d gotten into this vein of anal sex lately. Before I’d started into the “hot wife scene” I’d only tried it two or three times. Seems like once I’d given up control to a man lately, they inevitably wound up fucking my ass, while I even went as far as to ask for it. It was happening again. He was pressing at me lightly. He asked, “You want to do this for me, baby?” I’d gone this far, hadn’t I? I figured what was the difference? I looked back at him over my shoulder and told him, “Fuck me any way you want. Take my ass. Beat me with you cock ‘til you cum.”
He didn’t disappoint with that “request.” The lube definitely helped, but it really was something like a beating. He pounded my ass like he’d lost himself to the raw sex. God help me, his enthusiasm was contagious because I started to get hot too. Soon he was spanking me. He kept telling me things like, “God I love fucking you tight ass,” and,”That’s it, fuck me back, baby.” I realized that I was. I was knocking back into him, taking his cock. I realized that I was talking back to him too. How long had I been doing that? I noticed my own voice in the air, but felt somewhat disconnected from saying them. I could hear my words, “Fuck me harder… fuck your bitch… give me your cock.” “You want my cock, baby?” “Yes, fuck me… fuck your bitch…” His cock twitched inside me. He slammed my ass two more times. Then, he grabbed my hair. “Come get my cock, baby.” The first jet of cum hit me in the left eye as he pulled me head towards his cock. The second stream hit the back of my throat as he plunged his cock all the way into my mouth, gagging me a bit. He slammed into my face over and over until he’d finished cumming. I got myself off with my fingers as he came in my mouth. Something about the rough use of my body drove me over the edge and made me love the treatment. As he pulled out of my mouth, I gasped for air. I slumped to the mattress to catch my breath. Laying there, with my eyes closed, I could feel him climb off the bed. I felt the cold air conditioning blowing on my sweaty skin.
I woke up and had to remind myself where I was. I’d been asleep for over an hour. The bed sheet was pulled up over me. I didn’t remember doing that. It must have been my “host.” As tired as I was, I was surprised that I hadn’t slept longer. Then I heard the noise coming from the living room. The TV had woken me up. I glanced around, but didn’t see my clothes anywhere. I wrapped the sheet around my body, went to the bedroom door and peaked out. There was noise and flashing light in the living room. I slowly crept down the hall, as quietly as I could. As I got there, I saw him on the couch, his back to me. He was watching a porno. For an instant, I was surprised. If he wanted to fuck, why hadn’t he just done me? Granted I was unconscious, but still, I was there. I could see he was stroking his cock. It was half hard. Then I looked at the TV. He was fucking me. He was watching a video of him fucking me. Suddenly, I heard my voice coming from the TV. “Cum for m…” I hadn’t finished the words before he shut my mouth with his cock. My own memories were a bit of a blur. Had I really said that? I couldn’t remember, but there it was. I watched in stunned horror as this image on the screen went from savagely fucking my ass to plunging his filthy cock into my mouth. Within a few brutal strokes, his body was jerking. My image on the screen was fidgeting and squirming as it fingered itself. Soon, I slumped to the bed and rolled over, exhausted. He climbed off the bed and turned off the camera.
My real life host was looking at me, silently. I just looked at the floor, trying to process what had just happened. He stood up, came over to me and took me by the hand. He walked me to the couch, sat me down and started the video over again. I saw him as he climbed onto the bed and had me turn over onto all fours. I was looking at the profile view of the two of us. I watched, dumbstruck as he entered me and began to fuck me. To hear the words we spoke to each other was quite erotic. There on the couch, he was stroking my thigh. His cock was hard. My breathing was getting labored. As I heard myself ask for him to fuck my ass, I reached out for his cock and began to stroke it. I watched out of the corner of my eye to see myself beg for him to fuck me harder, as I leaned down, dropping the sheet from my body, and suck his cock again. He leaned his head back as I sucked his cock once again. In a few minutes, the screen was dark again. The only noise in the room came from the two of us. He told me that he loved fucking me. I got a thrill from hearing him say it. He stroked my hair lightly and ran his hand over my back as I sucked his cock. I looked up at him to see him looking right back into my eyes, holding my gaze. “Are you going to suck me off again or are you just playing around with me?” he asked. I told him I’d do whatever he wanted. He asked if I meant it. My reply was to suck his cock deep and hard, while fondling his balls. I came off of his cock with a loud pop. “We can do anything you want.” “Really?” He seemed to be searching my eyes for where my limits were. I just stared right back. “I want to be home by dark. Other than that, I’ll give you whatever you want… as long as it doesn’t leave any marks.” He swallowed hard… then seemed to make up his mind. He told me to go to the bedroom and wait on the bed. He came in after a few minutes. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom.
He fucked me standing up in the steaming hot shower, my legs wrapped around his back. He was kissing me deeply. It was a step towards love-making, which felt a little strange, but the sex was still raw and physical. Once we were somewhat clean, he turned off the shower and took me back to the living room. He bent me over his coffee table and entered me from behind again. Only a few strokes into our latest fuck, just as I was getting into it, there was a knock at the door. He said, “Come on, man.” I watched in shock as a man came in. He looked at my host fucking me right in the middle of the living room. I stared at him wondering what he was going to do. He wasn’t completely shocked, more like in disbelief. He had been called over when I had been sent to the bedroom. Our host told him to hurry up and that I, “sucked cock better than any girl he’d ever had.” Our new guest started to take his clothes off, slowly at first, but with increasing speed as he watch me get fucked. When he was naked, he came over and presented me with a quickly hardening cock. I noticed with some nervousness as his left hand went to my head. It had a wedding ring on it. I realized that as bad as I felt about this, there wasn’t a whole lot I could do about it. I had promised to do anything. I opened my mouth and figured that I might as well go for it. I bobbed and sucked as best I could. Soon though, they had each taken hold and gone into a stead rhythm of sawing me back and forth between them. In a few minutes, our new guest was cumming. It was a bit bitterer than I am used to, but there was a TON of it. I swallowed it down and began to release his cock, when my host told me to keep him hard. With just a nudge on my head from him, I was sucking his friends cock again. He told me that his wife hardly ever gave him head and that I felt great. I felt guilty again, but also a twinge of pride.
My “FB” grasped my hips tight and said he was gong to cum. He stood up behind me and I went to him eagerly. He took my head, holding it by the hair, and jerked himself off into my mouth, intentionally missing a bit, letting it smear on my chin and cheeks. When he was done, he had me lie on the couch and directed his friend to go down on me. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy the feeling, but he was sadly not very good at giving head. His wife, it occurred to me, probably had hang-ups about it. I opened my eyes to look at him and saw that our host was filming again. I was very shocked again. There was also a feeling of excitement along with it. Soon our new guest was on top of me, entering my pussy. His cock, while quite long (about 9 inches) wasn’t very thick. Although I didn’t get that wonderful “full” feeling, he was hitting some places deep inside me that seldom feel a cock. I tried quite hard to focus on our new guest, but found it very difficult. I kept staring at the camera and our host behind it. He had to have cum at least four times that day, but he was already hard again. I could hear my husband’s voice in my head again. I was to give this man everything he wanted. Alright, if he wanted a porn star, that’s what I was going to be. I looked into the camera and told him how good the long hard cock inside me felt. I closed my eyes and imagined Marc fucking me, while I had my husband in my mouth. The quick fantasy had me to the edge of an orgasm in no time. While I didn’t fake it, I did play it up, shuddering and squealing, asking to be fucked harder.
After my orgasm, my host had me kneel on the floor and rest my body on the couch. My “new friend” entered me from behind. He lasted maybe 2 more minutes before he said he was getting close. I looked at the camera, ready to look at the lens and ask for his cum. I was beaten to the punch as my host asked me what else I was ready to do today for his friend. I knew what he wanted. I reached back and placed my hand on his hips, slowing him. I straightened up a bit and turned my head, just enough to kiss our guest. “You can have my ass if you want…” I sank back down to the couch and waited for it. I closed my eyes and imagined my husband, taking what was rightfully his, instead of a stranger being given me as a gift. I tried to image the most idyllic scene I could to help relax myself. His long cock was soon all the way up inside me. His smaller width helped a lot. After just another few strokes he came. I looked up at the camera and said, “Thank you.” I was told in return that I should be a good girl. I slowly turned around and took the cock in my mouth and sucked it clean, pulling the last few drops of cum out of it. Our guest shuddered at my sucking, pulling away. I suppose he was too sensitive at that point.
When the camera was turned off, I pulled my host down to me and started to stroke his cock. I admitted to him that the camera got me hot. I asked him what he wanted since he seemed to need more. He sat on the couch and had me ride him. Our guest ran his hands over my body, enjoying the chance to feel me up. I hadn’t thought it possible, but he actually got hard again. Soon I was stroking one cock as I rode the other. My host looked me in the eyes but wasn’t talking to me. He said, “Hey, if you want one last go at her, take her ass while she rides me.” I wanted to protest. I was hurting pretty bad by this point. Again I heard my husband, “Everything he wants.” I closed my eyes and bit my lip. It was too much. I couldn’t do this anymore. Everything hurt. I thought about my husband again. I thought about going home and telling him about everything I’d done today. I imagined telling him how I’d been used as complete fuck toy. To my surprise I kind of thought he’d be proud of me for doing what he’d asked. That was the motivation I needed. It was enough. I opened my eyes and looked at my host. I asked him, “You want him to fuck my ass while I ride your cock?” I didn’t wait for a reply. I looked over at our guest and told him I needed to feel them both inside me. He stumbled to his feet and got his knees on the edge of the couch on either side of me. I felt him pressing into me.
I just kept telling myself how much this was going to excite Mark. He bottomed out in my ass. I leaned forward a bit and the rocked back. I winced from the pain. It was worse than I’d expected. My host put his hand on my shoulders and pushed down. I rebounded back up a bit, and then he did it again. Soon he moved his hands to my hips and his friend placed his hands on my shoulders. Then they were fucking me. I have no idea how long I was like that. I just kept thinking about how good Mark would feel when I got home. Our guest was then pulling my hair, telling me how tight my ass felt. He was mumbling over and over how much he’d always wanted to fuck his wife like this. Then they were both pounding my body. I felt is cock swell, stretching my raw ass a bit. He came inside me. I began to tub my clit and imagine my husband kissing my neck. My host started to grunt. I thought he’d pull out and move to my mouth. He didn’t. He sat up, pulling me over onto my back on the couch. He fucked me hard and fast, hitting deep inside me. I was so close that his swelling cock set me off. We came together. I let out a shocked cry as I felt him shoot his cum inside me. We started to wind down from the last round. I don’t know where I got the strength, but I pushed him off of me. I found my clothes and threw them on. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I let that happen? My host met me at the door, trying to calm me down. I wasn’t having it. I was livid. At him, but also at myself. He tried to get me to sit down and talk. I wanted out. I backed away from the door and asked for a glass of water. As he went to the kitchen I grabbed his video camera. I pulled the tape from it and bolted out the door.
The drive home was as lonely and frustrating as the last time I’d done it. I wanted to go home, and be with my husband. How could I have let another man cum inside me? I was crying, barely able to see straight. I’m amazed that I hadn’t gotten into an accident. I sat in the driveway for a few minutes. I seriously considered not telling Mark about how it ended. I wanted to pretend it hadn’t happened. I cursed myself out loud. Thinking like that had gotten me into trouble the last time. I had to lay it all on the line; good, bad or ugly. If there is a word to describe how I entered my house, it’s, “slumped.” Mark came and met me in the hallway. Just looking at me, he could tell I was a mess inside, although, on the outside I was pretty ragged looking as well. As Marks arms wrapped around me I lost it. I degenerated into a sobbing mess. I sank to the floor and cried. Mark sat next to me and held me. After a long time, Mark dried my eyes and took me to the couch. He got me a glass of water. I couldn’t look at him. I felt so ashamed. I felt like I had cheated on him all over again.
After sitting there in silence for almost an hour, I finally started to talk. I told Mark that everything had gone fine until just before I ran for home. I just bowed my head and shut my eyes tight as I told him that another man had cum inside me. Fresh tears ran down my face. Mark held me tightly. He told me he loved me. We talked for quite a while. We had never discussed the use of condoms to protect our intimacy. As a safety precaution, it was always understood that they were essential. Our friend Chris had never used one with me, but he was very close to us and we trust him. Marc had been a special case as we had grown quite close. There was the one other man at the party that Marc had taken me to. I began to realize that even if it was an unspoken rule, it had been broken before. Ultimately, it’s really just my hang-up. I just think that if a man is going to cum inside me, I have to want it to happen, usually because I feel close to that person… maybe even feel some sort of connection to them. Mark helped me gain a sense of perspective on the whole situation. Basically, I learned that if it bothers me, I need to be more careful. On the flip-side, Mark told me that it didn’t bother him so much as I’m on birth control. His larger concern was for health safety. We agreed that condoms are the way to go and that I also have the right and the power to deviate from that if I see fit, while also taking into account my husbands safety along with my own.
Mark made me dinner and we talked more. Nothing about sex was discussed. It was nice to just sit with my husband and talk and laugh. Then he asked me if I missed Marc. I told him that the memories did pop up now and then and that I did feel some sort of loss. I told him I’d much rather lose a lover than more important things in my life, like my husband. Mark and I sat in bed and just kissed for a while. It felt good again when my clothes began to come off. It felt good and right to be naked in front of my husband. Earlier that day being naked and having sex had felt exciting and risqué. I still felt those feelings with my husband, but I also felt love and safety. Feeling my husband on top of me just felt natural. Mark asked me if I loved him and trusted him. I told him that I always had and always would. Mark went down on me. When I realized what was happening, I tried to get him to sop, to let me clean up a bit first. Mark looked up at me and told me to relax and lay back. His soft, warm tongue felt so good on my aching pussy. I couldn’t help thinking about earlier that day. I had felt another man cum inside me. Now my husband was licking my pussy. I knew there couldn’t have been more than a few drops in me, as he’d come several times before that, but the reality was there and it was affecting me. I came. I ran my fingers through my Mark’s hair as he pushed me over the edge. I cried out as my husband licked my sore, abused, cum filled pussy. When Mark crawled up to me and kissed me, I kissed him back, hard. I could just barely taste it on his lips, but there it was; another man’s cum.
I looked Mark in the eye and told him to make love to me. My charged state got the best of me just then. “Make love to me now and I’ll be a whore for you later,” I told him. Mark entered me slowly and carefully. He pumped away at me in the missionary position for quite a while. My orgasm from his oral work on me never quite dissipated completely. I was cumming again in no time at all. Mark slowed and let me catch my breath. I told Mark, “Thank you,” and, “I love you.” Mark told me he loved me too. I rolled mark onto his back and began to ride him. I was loud. My panting and grunting filled the room. After a few minutes, Mark began to thrust up into me. I came again. As I looked down into Marks eyes, I felt this feeling of guilt. I realized that the sex I had earlier was making the sex with my husband better. That was a good thing. But what hurt, was that I felt like if any man deserved a chance to take me and use my body to make himself feel good, it was Mark. I had given that to two other men that day. It was a mutual decision, but it felt a bit wrong just then. I wanted to have Mark to be loving and gentle and make me feel safe, and he would. But men want more. More often than women do, they want pure, raw, animal sex. I’d been used as a sex toy by two other men. As much as I wanted Mark to make love to me, I wanted to make sure he knew I was his.
I asked Mark if he’d fuck me. He looked up at me, somewhat confused. It was a silly question I suppose. We were having sex after all. I told Mark that I wanted to be his. I told him that I didn’t want to be treated like his wife. I squeezed his cock inside me. I told Mark to I wanted him to fuck me, not make love. I started to move up ad down on his cock again. Mark rolled me over and began to fuck me, slowly at first, but with increasing speed. He just kept going faster and faster. He was bottoming out inside me with every stroke. I was close to cumming when he suddenly pulled out and told me to turn over. I ignored my lost orgasm and did as I was told. Mark swiftly entered me, jabbing into me with his cock. I groaned at the rough treatment, but he kept going. Soon, Mark was again impaling me with his cock. His hands went to my shoulders and he started to pull me back into him on each stroke. When he tired of that, Mark pushed my shoulders down to the mattress. This was it; I was just a fuck toy now. I’d asked for this. Mark held my hips tightly (almost painfully) in his hands as he took me. I was conflicted just then. I wanted to give this to him more than anything, but I wanted him to treat me tenderly again. I told myself that the tenderness would be mine as soon as he’d cum. I gave myself over to the experience. I kept chanting, “Fuck me…,” over and over again. I came. Mark told me how good I felt. He told me he loved fucking ever part of me. I breathlessly moaned back, “Fuck every part of me.”
I gasped as Mark suddenly stopped and pulled out of my pussy. In one fluid motion, Mark entered my ass. I cried out at the pain. Mark didn’t let up. He held my hips just as tight as he pulled my ass to him with every stroke. “I’m gonna cum in a minute, baby,” he said. He hadn’t used my name. He’d done that on purpose. As I lightly rubbed my clit, I started to cum. He was doing what I’d asked; he’d disconnected the sex from our relationship. I was Mark’s plaything, making him feel good. I came with tears in my eyes, but this time they were tears of happiness. I gasped as I felt Mark’s cock swell. He grunted as he filled me with his cum. It stung a bit I’ll confess, but it also made him glide a bit easier, so it was a mixed blessing. As Mark lay down, I lowered my mouth over his cock, finishing his orgasm as best I could. He groaned as I drew out the last of his cum. I snuggled down to sleep next to my husband as he stroked my hair and told me he loved me. I told him that I loved him too. Mark said that he could tell.
The next morning Mark made love to me again. It was slow, gentle and loving. After we had gotten ourselves together and run a few errnads, Mark asked what I had done with the video. I retrieved it from my car. Mark and I watched it together. We both got very excited, although I found myself a bit embarrassed. When it was over, Mark took me to the bedroom. As sore as I was, Mark pulled me on top of him in a 69 position. We both quite enjoyed ourselves.
I think that I finally have all of my husband back.I hope everyone is well. Take care, everyone.
Love,
Jess
. Noooo, nonono, I can't imagine anyone thinking your updates either too long or drawn out. Your stories are some of the best exactly because of their depth of detail; you include a lot of thoughts and feelings of both you and your husband, that's what makes your stories so thoughtful to read. You and your husband have a wonderful relationship, I'm glad you've both worked out all the bad feelings from that other time.