Her Lover

It was six thirty when we said goodbye. I drove around doing some errands. Put gas in the car. Wandered along and then decided to go home. She opened the door for me wearing a simple dress. No stockings, no extra makeup, nothing betrayed the afternoon encounter with the stranger tn the motel room. We kissed as we always did and went to the living room. She continued with something in the kitchen. We did what we always did, our daily routine. It seemed familiar and natural but for the knowledge that something had happened. I did not even have a ny sexual feelings and neither did she show any signs of sexual intent. We had dinner quietly making small talk. neither one of us seemed to want to be the first to broach the subject. We even began to feel a little awkward as bedtime approached. I lingered longer in the shower, she wanted to finish reading an article in a magazine. but going to bed was inevitable. Once in bed I made the first move that took a lot of effort and I could not figure out why. She seemed stiff as I tried to pull her closer. 'How would you feel if I did go through with an afternoon of hot sex, like we were talking about the other night?' She asked in the darkness, her voice even but the rhythm stunted. She was nervous. A new turn of the game, I had not expected it this soon. 'I don't know it depends...' I tried to actually think now what I would feel if she told me she had met someone. 'I met someone today...., the pause betrayed tension and effort to phrase it, 'a man' she said finally. 'Who, what happened?'. My heart began to beat faster as the roles were being defined in new ways. 'I met him at the bar of the shopping centre, we had a drink together.' She stopped at the drink. She said nothing more. She kept silent, she did not want to reveal the rest unasked. I was being dared to ask. 'Did he make a pass at you?' I asked the most naive question that could be asked in the circumstances. 'Actually he invited me to a motel room, a motel like the one in the magazine, the one near the motorway intersection' 'What did you say?' I asked very interested now. 'I accepted, we spent the afternoon in the room'. She said looking straight ahead and very serious. I moved closer to her, I took her chin and turned her face to see her. Her eyes were dark in the light that came in from the street lamps. 'You mean he fucked you?' I asked incredulous that this conversation was actually happening. 'Yes. He did. Twice.' She continued to look into my face. I kissed her lightly on the lips. She quivered with passion. 'Did you like it?' I asked. She nodded and swallowed hard. 'He was rough and pushy, but I liked it. It was a chance to be kinky and slutty.' She said and went on to describe how her afternoon lover had slapped her and made her suck his prick, how she responded to his roughness with compliance, eager to suck him, to show him her cunt, to have him deep inside her. She told me how he had made her watch herself in the mirror, the slapping, the pulling of her legs apart, the obscene commentary. I was horny. 'Are you going to see him again?' I asked her before kissing her deep on the mouth. 'I might, I m not sure' she said, 'it depends if I start needing some rough treatment, a real fucker to use me and fuck me royally. He was such a good strong fuck that bastard,' she said with some longing. As we kissed again she took my hand and guided it to her cunt. She was incredibly wet. 'Feel how he made me, all wet and full of come' she whispered in my ear, 'like to feel that come in my pussy?' I just nodded and kissed her again. She wanted to be the dominator now, in contrast to the fucking she had received at the motel. 'Wouldn't you like to taste that come, come from a real stud in your wife's cunt, hmmm' she murmured in my ear. her tongue teased my ear. 'go on, go down and taste his come, see how he opened me up with that big prick of his'. I slid down the bed and nuzzled her belly before seeking her cunt with my mouth. Once my mouth made contact with her cunt I started to lick in between her lips. She was flooding with sperm and desire. I tasted the remnants of sperm for the first time in my life. It was a strange taste, bitter rather than salty. And then she started to talk. 'That's it. That's it, right in there, that's where he put his big prick. All afternoon he had it right in there, fucking me. He had such a big fat cock and he pushed it so deep the bastard I thought he was going to split me apart, but then I started to enjoy it and the more wet I got the more I loved the feeling of him fucking me. I needed a fuck like that, rough and direct. I need a real fucker once in a while, someone who can use me alike a slut and really give it to me, I bet he would even like to fuck me in the ass, he is that type of bastard.] She was goading me, being the dominating one this time. The change in the roles was firing her up as much as it did me. I licked with long strokes, starting from one end of her cunt to the other. 4529 1.62/512345