A Bad Girl

A Bad Girl

"I've been bad," I said. His face showed no emotion. "I have been with other men," I said. "Three." The guilt was tearing me apart. I began to cry.

"You going to leave?" he asked.

"I don't want to," I said, tears filling my eyes.

"Did you enjoy it? I mean the sex," he said, like he was asking me about a movie I'd seen.

"No! Yes," I admitted, the guilt tightening around me like a straight jacket. "I am so sorry, David." I only called him David when things were serious.

"Do you love me?" he said calmly, as if he was asking about the weather. I nodded. "Do you love us?" Again I nodded, the tears beginning to flow freely.

"Can you ever have sex with me again and enjoy it?" he asked as if he'd been at fault.

"Of course. I always enjoyed it," I said, as if that made it better.

"Then we're fine," he said as if I had bought the wrong groceries.

"Have you ever?" I asked. "You know, strayed?"

"No. No one ever thought I was sexy enough to want me to," he said casually.

"Your problem is, you're the sexiest fucking woman I know. Everyone wants to fuck you, even women," he said with a smile.

"It's not that I am such a strong paragon of virtue. It's that I am so fucking sexually dull," he said cheerfully.

"How can you forgive me?" I said, feeling a tightness that made it hard to breathe.

"Simple. Because I love you," he said. "Do you want to stay with me?" I nodded.

"Then problem solved," he said. "It would be a tragedy for me if you didn't. Don't beat yourself up over doing what everyone wants to do," he said. "We can't kid ourselves. There is a reason why gossip columns are the rage. Romance novels are about infidelity. Happy, faithful marriages are boring. People thrive on excitement. It's natural."

I didn't say anything. "It was exciting, right?" he said. Tears filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks. "Of course it was," he said. "If we can't overcome this, we don't have a strong marriage, and I think we do. By the way," he said, "I need to make it more exciting for you. That's clear. I promise to try."

I put my arms around him. "I love you," I said.

"Want to make love to me and give me a chance to get back on the team," he said with a grin.

I kissed him. "I don't deserve you," said.

"What sexy thing did they do to you that you'd like me to do as well?" he said.

"I like what you do," I said.

"But what did any one of them do that you really, really liked," he said with a smile, "and you'd like me to do? They had to somethings really well."

I am sure I blushed. Finally I said, "One would suck on my clitoris really, really hard. I did like that."

"Okay, I will do that. What else?"

I thought for a minute. "One always let me be on top," I said.

"Okay, I can do that. I should have done that before. My bad. Anything else?" he asked.

I grinned. "Well, one always did me doggy style. I really liked that," I said, wiping my eyes.

"Okay, I realize the novelty has to be a big part of it. Just the anticipation of somebody new, the adventure of being with someone different had to make it very thrilling. Of course. I can't become someone else, but we can change the location and the situation and the intensity. Now we are getting somewhere," he said.

"The problem wasn't you," he said. "The problem was I wasn't them. The problem was I was just me. Same old uninteresting, average husband kind of guy. How could anyone be expected to resist exciting, new, and insanely wild?

"I am not saying you won't still want those things, but at least we know what they are. Let's try a few of those activities now, just us."

He then began taking off his clothes. He turned to me when he was naked. "Stand up and I'll undress you," he said. I put out my arms and turned so he could unsnap my skirt. I had to laugh at the image. When my skirt dropped to the floor, I kicked it away, then he slipped my panties over my bottom and pulled them down my legs. He removed my top, undid my bra, and tossed it to the side.

He picked me up and carried me to the bed. "You pick," he said cheerfully. "Oral, doggy, or cowgirl?"

"Oral," I said as he put me down on the bed and looked me over.

"Cancel your appointments," he said. "We have some making up to do." Then he kissed me as I lay on the bed and then crawled between my legs. We had done oral before, of course, but it was what he was going to do different that was new. He took his time, admiring my pussy like he was meeting it for the first time. 'Hello there, pussy,' he seemed to say while he gazed at it joyfully.

I felt his hand on my pussy lips, then I felt his lips touch my sex, soft, loving, forgiving. It was more that I had told him what my other lovers had done and he accepted that as a matter of fact, like just another piece of information about what I'd like to have done to me.

I felt his lips touch and close around my clitoris. His oral technique was fairly typical, but he was going more slowly than usual and I could tell the difference. Also, because we had talked about it before, and I was more sensitive than usual and my excitement level was higher than normal.

When he began sucking, he pulled his lips away and sucked harder than he usually did, and my heart beat went up incredibly. I put my hands on his head and held him against my pussy, pulling his head to me, with my legs apart and him between my thighs. He sucked even harder and a groan started in my chest and burst out of my throat, sounding strange and unfamiliar.

He began moving his head back and forth as he held my labia between his lips, pulling them out from my body, squeezing his lips together on my clit as I had told him to do. My head began to spin as he sucked harder on my sensitive bud.

I pulled my knees up and spread my legs more. His head was moving fast now and my clit was singing. As he was sucking, he pushed a couple of fingers into me and began sawing them in and out of my wet and very tender pussy, twisting his wrist as it moved back and forth.

I began to mutter and moan, and he increased the speed of his fingers. Soon I was saying yes over and over. I heard myself and it electrified me. When my orgasm burst from me like a bolt of lightning I was wild and I pulled his face against my labs with both hands. My clit was on fire and I began to shake.

Then I held him away from my pussy because it was so very tender and sensitive. He pulled his head back and took his fingers out of me, then put them in his mouth and made a sound like he was savoring a wonderful tasting dessert. He sucked my pussy juice off his fingers and made a big deal about how good I tasted. He lay between my legs looking happy, pleased with himself, and very proud.

When I finished coming, we cuddled and I told him I loved him and thanked him for forgiving me. He said he didn't need to forgive me, that it was up to me to forgive myself and decide what I wanted to do.

"That includes," he said, "continuing to see those three men. That is up to you. If you want to keep seeing them, that is your decision," he said.

"You mean you could handle that?" I asked.

"I could not handle losing you," he said. "If I have to suck on your clitoris, fuck you doggie, let you go cowgirl, and put up with you fucking other guys, that's what I will do," he said, his smiling face covered with my pussy juice.

"How about a little cowgirl?" he said, kissing me on the pussy.

"Give me ten minutes to recover," I said, "then I'll ride the range."

"Take all the time you need," he said.

"Ten minutes," I said. "That's all I need. I think I will remember this day for a very long time."

"Me too," he said.

I pulled the pillow up under my head and pulled my knees up in the fetal position, then I closed my eyes and relaxed. Dave covered me with a blanket and went out of the room.

"See you in fifteen," he said.

I closed my eyes and I guess I was more tired than I thought, because the next thing I knew forty minutes had gone by. I turned over and looked up at the ceiling. "Dave," I said and the door opened immediately, as if he was standing just behind it.

"You were tired," he said. "Cowgirl or doggy style?"

"I'd like to do a little bronco riding," I said. "Bareback."

He began to take off his clothes. He had dressed before he left the room. I was still nude under the blanket, so I pulled it back and sat up, giving him a spot to stretch out on his back. My husband got on the bed, turned facing up, and motioned me to mount him. I knelt next to him, put one leg over his waist, and lowered myself down on his erection.

His penis was standing straight up and I aimed it at my slit and worked it into me, eventually bouncing up and down on him, sliding it into me repeatedly, forcing it deep in my vagina. Our pace picked up as we both started moving faster.

Finally, we were both moving quickly, his erect cock pushing up into me like a piston. My pussy muscles gripping him as I tightened the hold I had on his cock as I bounced over him.

My breath came in gulps and my breasts bounced each time I came down on his body and slapping noises echoed throughout the room. I am not sure how long I rapidly dropped down on him, but I brought my knees up so instead of kneeling I was sitting with all my weight coming down on his hips, his cock hitting the back of my canal with a grunt coming each time from deep in my chest.

With me controlling the depth of his penetration, I was able to get the most out of each thrust up into me and my pussy gripped his manhood like a glove and I squeezed him tightly. Being on top gives me control and I love it. It is my favorite fucking position, and it nearly always results in a quick orgasm.

When I came I could no longer hold off and it came like a runaway train. I could feel it coming, but I could not stop it. When I started to climax I held myself down on him with all my weight, pushing myself against his pelvis, forcing him deep into my cavity.

He hadn't come yet and he smiled up at me. He hadn't seemed to have forgotten my confession and watched my orgasm with a fascination and obvious caring.

"How can you look at me like that when I just told you I have fucked three other men?" I asked when my breath returned to normal.

"Because, like I told you before, I love you. You can't do anything to make me stop loving you," he said. "You can decide you don't love me, but that is up to you. I love the way you come, the way you look when you do it, and I love the way you fuck, my love. Those men were just lucky enough to experience it too.

"Look. I know you feel guilty. I understand that. That's up to you. But the important thing is whether you forgive yourself. I just need to love you, and I do. It is not the worst thing in the world to have sex with someone other than your husband."

I sat on his hips and looked down at him, my loving, forgiving husband. "I am not sure I can forgive myself," I said. "Yes, you were right, they were exciting, but nothing like we just had. Honestly, nothing comes even near what we just did."

"Don't poop out," he said. "We have one more technique to try. We still have doggy." For a minute he was quiet. "Whether you ever fuck any one of them again will be up to you. But you have me unconditionally. I promise you. You do not have to earn my love and devotion. I am yours, no matter what."

It has been three months since I confessed my acts of disloyalty to my husband, and I haven't been with any of those other men. Not yet, at least. Whether I will, I am not sure, but I have enough right here at home to keep me happy. That I am sure of. We have great sex everyday, morning and just before we sleep. I have almost forgiven myself. Maybe I am not a bad girl anymore.