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 in 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 any 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.
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