I felt a hand on my breast, fingers playing and very lightly pinching. The length of a hot man body pressed to my back. A hard cock lodged in the crack of my ass. I opened my eyes to darkness. I didn't know where I was or if I was awake or asleep or dreaming. The hum sound of a voice at the top of my head made me aware I wasn't lying with my husband. Dennis Cantrell. I came wide awake. I turned to face Dennis. His big hard cock poked my stomach.
"What happened?" I asked, in a small voice of genuine wonder.
Dennis laughed a happy rumble from his belly. "You can't remember?"
"I know you gave me the most shattering fuck I ever had. I can't remember you turning off the lamp. Or how I managed to get up here."
"You sort of crawled up here. Then you crashed. We both did."
"What time is it?"
He peered at his clock with luminous numbers next to my purse on the bedside table. "Ten thirty."
I circled my arm around him and kissed his lips. The taste was slightly stale at first, but became spicy sexual soon enough. Spicy sexuality heated my cunt. His cock swelled and throbbed.
"Shall I turn the light on?"
"No. Like this. All feeling all knowing in darkness."
He moved to top me. I spread my legs wide and pulled my knees back. His big marvelous cock head nosed in my cunt lips and pushed into the depths of me. I was filled with him once more, and I could look up at his form and lines and the planes of his face, all discernable in darkness, all available to touch and caress. Face to face, Dennis over me, his cock deep in me, filling and expanding me. Sweet and lovely, like married sex. That utter relaxation of giving and receiving, of divine pleasure. I snapped fully awake.
"Aren't we forgetting something?"
"I promise you I am clean. Are you on the pill?"
"I am." I trusted him to be clean, with as much trust as I had in my pill to prevent pregnancy. "But..."
"I'll get one if you want."
We hadn't really discussed this in our rehearsal of details, our mental preparation. We just assumed condoms would be a safety requirement. Dennis was like us, a married man, not a disease carrier. I had no fear of that at all. What I did wonder was the effect it might have on you. Another man's cum flooding my cunt. My carrying traces of it for you to see when I returned home. Would that evidence of the reality of Dennis fucking me raise your excitement to a higher pitch than you had yet experienced.? Something valuable and necessary to share with you, like the size of his cock? I did not know. I thought it might. Then I felt sure my returning to you with his cum in me would have a tremendously positive effect on your psyche, your capacity for the erotic thrill in my fucking other men. I assumed the responsibility and made a decision.
"I trust your good health. I trust my pill."
"I feel so much more in you."
"And I of you. Bare skin in bare skin. Make love to me Dennis. Fuck me and come in me."
He did. It was sweet and lovely and languid. The passion was all in tenderness and affection. We had nothing to prove. We had exhausted our letting go in our preceding bouts of exploding infidelity, our clandestine lust for each other. Now we joined in a different purpose. Sweet and slow, full of feeling. I could picture his ass muscles clinching and expanding, bobbing and dipping to slide his cock in and out of me. I threw my arms back on the bed. My cocked legs cradling him moved back and forth like they were on hinges, in syncopated rhythm with his thrusts. His moving cock dynamic with purpose and energy, but also sweet and gentle.
My pleasure was a low key orgasm that soon eased in and gradually built to a peak, but not a peak that pierced the stratosphere. His pleasure in my cunt hugging his bare skin seemed more direct, more intense, more engaged with all his senses. His thrusts increased in pace and vigor until he was slamming into me. I heard him cry out "I'm coming, I'm coming.!"
He came in me. There is no other feeling to compare with the feeling of a man's seed shooting into me. I think I know exactly when it will happen, by his body language, his vocal noise, and his cock head swelling even larger and tighter. But I am often wrong. It might happen earlier, or later, than I expected. And always I am surprised by the velocity and the amount and how soothing the substance is to the heat generated by the fleshy friction in there. His cum flooding and soothing my depths made its mark, like a signature to his creation. In no other way can a woman be as voluntarily and completely joined to a man. Dennis was my perfect lover of choice for the night.
The night had to end. We both were exhausted. We lay side by side and didn't talk. We cooled down.
"I have to go."
"Can't stay all night?"
"Too risky. And I have classes tomorrow.. When are yours over?"
"Friday. Grades are posted and I'm out of here... That leaves two more days for us to get together again."
"Oh Dennis. my wonderful, magnificent lover. Don't think I don't want to. But... This is it. We docked and we coupled. Now we are separate ships going opposite ways. You to your wife, me to my husband."
It took a moment, but all he could finally say was, "Yes. We did it and now we go our separate ways."
I got up from the bed and found my tube top and fitted it over me. I wrapped my skirt around me. I stepped into my sandals. I felt his cum leaking out of me. He stood tall and broad and naked and embraced me. We kissed good night.
"I will never forget you. And this night. And the depths of satisfaction I feel right now."
"And you are a wonderful lover too, you know. A beautiful woman, honest and precious and delicious. I will never forget this night either."
I left his apartment without further ceremony. No one was out and about to see me. When I was driving I called my husband.
"I'm coming home now."
"I'm waiting."
Jamie was waiting for me. He had waited for hours, alone, imagining. His ordeal of waiting alone was something we couldn't define or estimate when I left. Now I was returning to him, and I was the face on the other side of our stamped coin. There was no way to predict the churn of emotions in me as I drove home to my husband. So many opposites were darting about, tugging and pulling and dominating then falling away. All at the same time.
I was physically exhausted, but at the same time I was emotionally energized and floating on air. I would never see my lover again, but I could sense a squishiness of his cum in my cunt, and I felt again the commanding dimensions of his cock in me, moving in me, so vivid and immediate it was like I was riding his cock as I drove. Drove to return to my husband. I would tell him what I felt and thought in my solitary return. He would tell me what he felt and thought while waiting. Precious, fragile elements of our sharing. So many elements and details to share with him. Too many to gather and process and line up in one story. My night with Dennis would be a treasure trove in our toy box that I would plunder to thrill Jamie with stories for months, maybe years, to come.
Home. My home. Our home. A modest but bold statement of architectural splendor and wealth, brick with stone trim, some leaded windows, a slate roof. The grounds a carefully tended garden of shrubbery and flower beds, scents of near summer blossoms perfuming the warm balmy night. Where I was mistress of the manor, loving wife to my darling Jamie, my King, my Lord and Master. The light in the house was a compressed glow. There was a mirror in the entry foyer. My reflection in the dim light startled me. Loving wife and Mistress of the Manor looked a mess. My hair was in stringy and clumpy disarray. My tube top and wrap around skirt were fitting props for a slut and a whore. My body looked broken in, like an old shoe, by another man who had fucked me three times.
Jamie sat in the den, wearing his silk kimono. One lamp was lit. I stood in the den door way and stared at him. He stared at me. I knew he saw me as I saw myself in the vestibule mirror. His wife, a woman who had been thoroughly and vigorously fucked by another man. Looking sluttish and whorish, but still beautiful and precious.
"We did it." I said proudly. "We took that next step." I smiled my pride in our courage and daring, and all the tingling sensations I still carried inside me. A drip of Dennis' cum I carried on my inner thigh.
