When we met it was magical, passion and intensity. I knew it was the right choice to ask her to be my wife, even if we’d only known each other for a short while.
Life moved quickly after that. House and home and routine settling in. We were happy, content, and comfortable.
I loved him for the stability that he gave to me. The fact that I could count on him to be there when I needed him. But still this wasn’t the life I would have chosen for myself, just the one I thought I should.
I know I should be happy with this life, but I’m not. I’m bored in this house and this tiny town. Bored and seeking out a meaningful connection. Seeking out something that will make me feel alive.
He was a sculptor, making beautiful things out of harsh and hard materials. It gave him a toned and firm body and an eye for beauty. He saw me and it excited me, filling me with the thrills that I crave.
I know that it’s wrong. I know that I should say no. I know that I should stay true.
I think my wife might be straying from me. Unexplained disappearances and breaks in the routine, changes to the way she’s been acting. I have to follow. I have to know.
And when I see it I find I cannot look away. I find myself drawn deeper and deeper into something vast and dangerous. A craving that changes the way that I look at the world. A craving that changes the very person that I am.
My wife is having an affair, and I don’t know if I want her to stop.
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Grinning like a madwoman I pressed him back down to the bed. I slid up his body and straddled his face and pressed down on him, burying his mouth in my sex and pushing against him and making him pleasure me.
“Oh God yes Billy lick me,” I demanded, gripping his hair and pulling him up into me, “Lick me, baby. Just like that.”
He came to life between my thighs, working at me with a fervent need. He wanted to please me. He wanted to make me happy. In his own way, he wanted this nearly as much as he wanted that cute little demure housewife to service him. In so many ways he wanted this more.
I felt him working against me, his tongue lapping up and down my slit while I groaned and pressed down on him. I rode his face, grinding back and forth against him while he worked on me until I felt my satisfaction prickling at the edges of me and then I demanded more.
“Fuck me now Billy,” I told him, “Fuck me hard.”
Pulling out from under me he leaped on me, flipping me onto my back on the bed and slipping between my thighs with eager enthusiasm. He slipped into me and pressed inside of me, filling me up with his cock and with the power and force of it.
His thrust buried his whole length inside of me in a single stroke, and I felt a sharp spike of pain and pleasure rocket through my body.
“OH FUCK!” I cried out, the feeling overwhelming me, “Oh God yes that’s what I need. Just like that. Fuck me hard now.”
With a grunt he gave me that, his hips pounding into me and filling me up with inch after inch of his hard and thick cock.
Again and again, he pounded into me, fucking me while I cried out for more and scrabbled in the bed for something to hold onto. Again and again, while I begged him to keep going. While I begged him to fuck me harder and begged him to fuck me faster and demanded that he not hold back.
And that set a fury off in him, our fucking becoming a competition of who could satisfy who. Our fucking becoming a battle for supremacy as he lifted me off of the bed and into his arms. As he slammed me into the wall beside the bed and pounded into me with me pinned between him and the hard surface.
“Yes, Billy!” I cried out, screaming out my pleasure, “Yes Billy don’t fucking stop. Never stop fucking me. Never stop Billy!”
“You like that?” he asked, “You like when my thick cock is pounding into your married pussy?”
“Yes, Billy I love it!” I told him, “I need it. I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything.”
“More than your husband?” he asked, “Can’t he satisfy you like I can?”
“No God Billy no,” I confessed, “He’s nothing in comparison to you. He’s never satisfied me like you have. He can never be as good as you.”
I kissed him, shoving my tongue into his mouth and then breaking for a desperate cry.
“Keep fucking me, Billy! Fuck me like my husband never could!”