Jessica's Epiphany

This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.

Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre's: Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels & Novellas but I felt it was best suited to Exhibitionist & Voyeur.

As always constructive comments are welcome but please don't tell me where the story is going after reading one chapter.... You might be wrong!

Please remember it is just a story and like with so many of them, there are always a few liberties taken with reality.

Enjoy

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Jessica's Epiphany

~~~ Chapter 10 ~~~

Pulling my clothes back on I saw Rob across the changing area and took a deep breath, wondering what I was going to do.

Standing on the stage as good as naked in a wet t-shirt had turned me on more than I could imagine and my body felt like it was on fire.

Now I needed to be fucked, but a small part of me was still struggling with the fact that I had only just walked out on my husband, albeit because he had slept with Grace Cartwright.

Should I do it because he had? Was revenge my only reason?

Looking over at the bar owner as he started towards me I could feel my pulse racing, the adrenalin from the contest still coursing through my veins.

"Well done." I glanced round at the voice and saw the winner, Stacey, smiling at me, "You looked good out there."

"Thanks, but you deserved to win though."

She smiled, "I had a few friends cheering for me."

"Well done anyway."

I didn't have a chance to say any more to her as Rob ambled up with two drinks in his hands; some fancy cocktail for me and a bottle of beer seemingly for himself.

Giving her a wink he handed me my glass and stood close up to me, slipping an arm about my waist then pausing to gauge my reaction.

Stacey smiled at me knowingly, "Have fun."

"What's this?" I asked curiously as the other girl moved away.

"A tequila sunrise. I hope you don't mind but I thought you deserved something special for coming second."

I took a sip, "Mmmmmm.... No, I don't mind, it's nice."

Smiling at him, I allowed myself to be pulled towards him, trying to ignore his fingers as they stroked lightly from my hip down onto my backside. Letting Rob's hand caress my bottom I pressed my side back against him, letting him know I was interested, as I sipped my drink contemplating what I was going to do.

Just because Tom had slept with Grace was no reason for me to do the same, was it?

I let myself enjoy the possibility. The thought of his face if he could see me now made me giggle.

Rob looked at me curiously, "What's up?"

"Nothing... I was just thinking about the contest." I lied.

"We should take these somewhere a little quieter?" Putting his lips close to my ear he whispered softly, "Otherwise people might get the wrong idea."

"Umm... I err.... I guess so..." I answered rather hesitantly, still unsure about how far I wanted to let things go.

Smirking, he took my hand and led me through a door marked private as I glanced back making sure nobody was paying us any attention.

Tripping along behind I let him guide me up a flight of stairs to a spacious office, where, pausing outside, I found myself torn between going in after him and returning downstairs.

Even though I had thought about wanting revenge I also desperately needed sex, and Rob obviously wanted to fuck me.

My eyes swept around the room and while the desk on one side reminded me of the photo shoot at Richard's, the large sofa against the other wall had me wondering how many other girls he had brought up here.

In a way that made my decision easier.

My exhibitionist display in the wet t-shirt contest had left me feeling hornier than I could ever remember being, and I needed to take care of it.

"What's up?" He frowned, putting his beer bottle on the desk and looking at me.

"Nothing.... Nothing at all." I replied, finally following him into the room.

Slipping into his embrace I let my breasts press up against him, enjoying the scent of his body as I tilted my mouth up for him to kiss me. His lips gently brushed mine to begin with but quickly overpowering them when his tongue forced its way into my mouth and began to play against mine.

"Mmmmmmmmmm."

Trying to let go of my qualms about what I was doing I slipped my arms about his neck, allowing him the freedom to run his hands over my body and then up under my top to grope my breasts through my bra.

Finding my half-hard nipples, he tweaked them firmly, making me yelp as they quickly stiffened into rigid points, poking out through the pale blue lace of my underwear.

"Are you sure about this?" Taking his lips away from mine he looked into my eyes and asked.

'Was I?'

As I considered if I was, a vision of Tom and Grace Cartwright laughing over dinner sprang into my head.

"Yes.... I.... I want you to..... to touch me." I managed to stammer, my mind finally made up, "Why do you ask?"

"First off you seem nervous and second..." Lifting my left hand he held it in front of him, "...you're wearing a wedding ring."

I bit my lip, my heart thumping frenetically in my chest, "I.... I'm separated and this is.... this is the first time I've.... you know since....."

My voice tailed off and I stopped and simply looked at him, wondering yet again just what I was doing, part of my brain telling me to run, that doing this, purely to get revenge on Tom was wrong.

However, at the same time, the arousal brought about by my newly found exhibitionist side was urging me to continue.

Rob took my look as acceptance and dragged my top upwards, lifting it off over my shoulders and arms, baring my bra to his inquisitive fingers.

Unfastening the hooks and eyes he disposed of the remaining obstacle, allowing his hands to find my now naked breasts. His lips locking onto mine as, without thinking, my arms went back around his neck when he kissed me ardently.

"Ah.... Fuck."

I gasped into his mouth as his right hand slid down between my thighs, momentarily caressing my dripping sex through my jeans before reaching for my zipper.

Fumbling at my clothing he pushed my pants and thong down my legs until they were bunched around my knees, quickly returning his attention to my exposed pussy.

Feeling his fingers caress along my wet slit my thighs parted, as much as my clothing would allow, making my consent to the finger fucking I was about to get from the bar owner clear.

Worming first one digit into my soaking tunnel then adding a second, he pushed them knuckle deep while I simply clung on to him and sighed with pleasure.

"Oh fuck... ohhhhhhh.... fuck!"

Letting my head fall back my eyes closed as he found my throbbing clit and I felt the first pulse of delight start to radiate outwards from it.

My vaginal muscles immediately clenched around his hand and I felt my juices start to ooze down my legs, my body responding eagerly to the things he was doing to me.

Squirming with pleasure on his fingers my own hands scrabbled at his belt and then his zipper, struggling to unfasten his pants. Finally getting them undone I frantically dragged them partway down his thighs, freeing his prick into my hand, the solid thick 7" or so of his manhood already rock hard.

"Good girl. Now why don't you show me how you suck cock."

Rob's casual instruction to me as I stroked his dick reminded me of my photo shoot when Richard had said something similar. Sending another shiver of arousal along my spine it made the fine blonde hairs on my arms stand on end while my stomach tensed in anticipation of what was to come.

There was no way I could deny how turned on the wet t-shirt contest had made me and regardless of how guilty it might make me feel afterwards, I needed to be fucked.

Dropping to my knees, I kept one hand around his erection and gazed up at him while I wriggled the last of my clothes down around my ankles, leaving me virtually nude.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!"

Almost immediately my tongue flicked out across the bulbous tip of his cock, coating it with my saliva, before my mouth opened to take in the first few hard inches.

"Guuurrrggggg.... Gurmmmmmm.... Gurggggggggggggg!"

Slurping noisily, I tightened my lips around his thick rod and began to suck, my slim fingers still wrapped around the base of his hard shaft, caressing it firmly.

"Shit, you definitely know how to suck cock." His voice was almost taunting when he said it.

Ignoring his comment, I started to bob my head back and forth, my red lips wrapped around his thickness, sliding along it and coating it with my spit as I pleasured him with my mouth.

Staring down at me he reached for my head, his fingers twisting in my blonde locks and yanking painfully on my hair as he pulled my face up against him so my nose pressed into his pubic hair, forcing almost all of his throbbing manhood into my mouth.

"Gurgggggggggggggggg!"

Struggling to breathe I gagged, my hands slapping at his thighs trying to push him away from me, without any success.

Grinning, he held me there for a minute, my face going redder, until he was ready for more.

"Time for the main course sweetheart?"

Pulling me up by my hair, my mouth slipping off his dick with a soft wet plop, he guided me backwards towards the sofa, spittle running down my chin while my chest heaved as I gratefully sucked in lungful's of air.

Stumbling I tried to kick my jeans and knickers away from around my feet, almost falling as I did. It was only the fact that he was holding on to me that saved me, keeping me upright until I felt the back of my legs come up against the couch and he laid me down on it.

Totally naked I stared up at him and opened my legs wide, completely exposing my shaven pussy to his eyes and inviting him to take what he wanted.

Hurriedly stripping off his dishevelled clothing Rob positioned himself over my body, his hard cock jutting out like a lance from his crotch and, for a brief moment, I thought about what was going to happen.

Did I want revenge? Was it more than that? Was my exhibitionist side taking over?

Dismissing them instantly I reached up, one hand sliding behind his head to draw him down into a deep kiss while the other moved to his lower back urging him lower between my splayed thighs.

Rob's own hand slid down between us, taking hold of his cock to position the head of his hard, angry-looking shaft at my waiting entrance.

"Please... I want it." I whispered softly my final decision made.

He leered at me, his swollen cockhead nuzzling between my moist labia, "You want what?"

Gazing up into his eyes I bit my lower lip, debating whether to take this final opportunity to say no.

"Please... just... fuck me. I want you to fuck me!"

He grinned and moved his hand away, his body sinking down on top of mine as his thick length slowly entered my juicy pink slit, inch by hard inch, until he was fully sheathed inside me.

"Oh fuck, yes... it's... so big!" I gasped, my body arching up off the sofa to press tightly up against his.

He was inside me, and I hadn't stopped him. In fact, I had begged him to fuck me.

Was I becoming a slut as well as an exhibitionist?

I didn't have a second to reflect on that thought as his hips started to move, his arse rising and falling between my spreadeagled thighs. He had barely begun to thrust into me when my legs came around his, wrapping around his calves, both my hands reaching down to clutch at his backside and pull him deeper.

"Oh fuck, oh yes... fuck me!"

My moans began to get louder and Rob responded by pumping into me more forcefully. Driving his length all the way up into my squelching pussy again and again, his hips slapped loudly against mine with every firm stroke he made.

Lifting himself up on to his arms, putting some distance between our bodies, he began to plunge even more vigorously into me.

Raising my head a little I could see everything with the gap between us; my glistening pink lips stretching around his manhood as he pulled almost all the way out and then folding back into my slit as he cannoned back into me with a wet slapping sound when our bodies impacted together.

"Oh my God...oh yes, yes... yessssssss!"

I was squealing loudly now, arching my back up off the sofa as my orgasm built rapidly in my core.

Beneath our writhing bodies the springs in the couch were creaking rhythmically in time with the bar owner's powerful thrusts, the sound mixing with our breathless moans and gasps, as he frantically pistoned his rock-hard length into my willing sex.

The sensations he had created inside me were rapidly flaming into an inferno that I couldn't resist and, with a feeling of sheer ecstasy, I let myself go and came on his cock.

"Fuck, I'm..... cuuummmminnggggggggggg!"

The last word came out as a long-drawn-out shriek, my body thrashing violently under his, when my orgasm eventually exploded through me.

Slowing his thrusts Rob gently fucked me through my climax until I flopped back, gasping breathlessly, my legs now flung out wide.

"How was that?" He leered down at me.

"Wonderful." I cooed, a feeling of contentment permeating through my body, "I needed that."

"Well, we aren't done yet sweetheart." He chuckled almost evilly.

I barely had time to register what he was saying when, pulling his still erect shaft from my dripping quim, he started to manhandle me rather forcefully over onto my hands and knees.

Realising that he now wanted me on all fours, I positioned myself how he wanted, pushing my legs a little further apart before, with a firm thrust, he impaled me on his erection again.

"Aaaahhhh.... Yesssssssssssssssss!"

My head snapped up, my eyes wide, as I cried out when his full length speared my sopping pussy for the second time.

There was no finesse now, putting one rough hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip he simply began to pummel me from behind, my creamy wetness glistening on his long cock and running down my thighs as he hammered into me.

"Fuckkkkk...."

Slap!

"Yes, oh God.... yes...."

Slap!

"Fuck me... just fuck me."

Slap!

My shrill squeals of delight were interspersed with the sound of his hips against my rump as he frantically pistoned his prick deep into my compliant form.

Within minutes he had me close to orgasm again, his fingers grasping my long blonde hair keeping my head up and my neck taut as I started to push back onto him.

"Aaahhhh... yes... I'm... I'm gonna... cummmmmmmmmm!"

I rocked onto him hard and shuddered violently, my moans turning into a loud wail of ecstasy as I climaxed again, my pussy clenching tight around the hard meat filling it.

Rob put both hands on my hips as I wriggled and bucked, keeping himself buried to the hilt in me and letting me jerk through my orgasm, waiting until it eventually subsided before he began to pump away at me again.

"Ungh... Unhhh... Unhhhh!"

The man seemed insatiable and all I could do was grunt, taking his urgent thrusts, my tits bouncing every time he drove his tumescent cock into me.

There was no subtlety about our coupling, he was purely intent on satisfying himself now and rammed his iron-hard spear as deep as he could, simply using me for his pleasure.

"Oh God... no more... please.... I can't...." I groaned, my body convulsing again another orgasm building in me.

"Fuck, take it.... take it...... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His head went back and he grunted, dragging my exhausted body back onto his throbbing prick in much the same fashion as before.

Grabbing me by my shoulders he thrust powerfully all the way into me and I felt his cock grow and spasm when he finally flooded my womb with a copious load of his man cream.

"Oh shit.... I'm.... I'm....."

"That's it baby, cum for me!" Rob grunted, his voice low and harsh, his length now sheathed inside me emptying the last of his seed into me.

"Cuuuummmmiinnngggggggggggggggg."

The shriek of delight that broke from my lips, as my third and by far most powerful orgasm of the three broke over me, was almost unintelligible. Barely able to breathe and totally naked, kneeling on the bar owner's sofa, I had been fucked to within an inch of consciousness.

I had no idea of how long we remained like that; me on my hands and knees while he laid across me, both of us gasping for air. Then, without a word, he slowly pushed himself up off me, his softening dick slipping out of my gaping hole, it was over.

Rolling over onto my back, closing my legs as his cum started to dribble out of my slit and trickle down between my buttocks, I watched him retrieve his clothing.

"You're a bloody good fuck, I'll say that for you." He grinned at me, pulling on his trousers, "Your husband's a fucking idiot if he thinks he can do better than you."

"Thanks, I think." I replied unsure if he was paying me a compliment or not.

"Follow me downstairs and I'll buy you another drink."

Pushing myself up onto my elbow I regarded him cautiously.

Why had I done it? He wasn't that appealing and, despite my need for revenge against my husband, I knew there was another reason, one I was reluctant to admit to.

"Aren't you going to wait for me?"

He smiled, buttoning up his shirt, "Best we go down separately babe. We don't want people talking."

There was nothing around to mop up the semen dripping out of me so, reluctantly, I pulled on my knickers knowing I was in for a wet and uncomfortable walk back to my hotel room.

Quickly dressing I did what I could with my hair to make it look a little less like I had just been fucked and then made my way down to the bar.

Avoiding Rob I slipped out of the door and, trying to ignore the feelings of guilt that had replaced my now sated lust, I started out for my hotel.

I barely managed a dozen paces before the tears started to fall, they were still falling when I reached my room and closed the door behind me.

Sleep was difficult to come by that night as I lay in bed staring into the darkness.

No matter what Tom had done I shouldn't have, but I knew it wasn't as simple as that. The exhibitionist tendencies I had recently discovered in myself were hard to resist and the urges they created demanded satisfaction.

However, none of that helped resolve the situation that I now found myself in.

Separated from a husband I still loved I was now without a job and a home, my only thought to get away and try to rebuild my shattered life.

It was well past two A.M. when I eventually drifted off into a restless, dreamless sleep.

I felt thoroughly miserable and desperately lonely when I woke up the following morning. At a loss as to what I should do the day passed in a blur as, hating myself for what I had done the night before, I continued to struggle to come to terms with my new found exhibitionism.

Whether I was taking a long walk or sitting in a coffee shop staring aimlessly into my cup I tried, and failed, to make some sort of decision about what I should do.

The only conclusion I came to was that, despite everything that had happened, I still loved Tom, but I also knew that I couldn't stay here and watch my marriage fall apart; that would shatter my already broken heart.

My next problem was where was I going to go?

Then the answer came to me as I sat in a nearby park that afternoon.

As a small child I had spent many happy Summer holidays at a seaside town called Sandiford Bay in North Cornwall.

Recalling the variety of quirky shops all along the seafront, the sandy beach and the brightly painted houses in the town itself, I found myself remembering the excitement I had felt as a six-year-old.

It was perfect, I would go there.

I slept better that night and only awoke when my alarm went off at seven the following morning.