Here is the second and final chapter of the story, which was written from reader suggestions. I hope you like it, thanks to all of those who took time to write and send their suggestions.
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Over the last few days, Connie had made a very difficult decision. Despite the fact she'd never been hotter, her body was at it's sexual peak, she knew what she had to do.
Tonight, she was going to go to "Wildkatz" - in a tight, silver-lame mini-dress and matching heels -- fuck Eddie's brains out until he couldn't walk straight -- and then she was going to end it.
She had no idea what she was going to do after that -- she knew that she certainly couldn't confess to Geoff, that would be the end of their marriage -- but she wasn't going back to that sexless existence either. Divorce? That wasn't an option, she adored her husband, despite his ultra-stuffy lifestyle. Marriage counseling? Would any marriage counselor be able to break them out of the sexless rut their life had become?
Regardless, as she pulled her Audi into the Parking Lot, she knew it was over. It was for the best. At first, she'd felt no guilt -- Geoff didn't want her, Eddie did, simple as that. Now, the guilt was palpable. Geoff loved her, she loved him -- it was up to her to turn things around, the sexy blonde knew.
Still, a wry grin crossed her face as she entered the Club and headed to the bar. She was going to end things with a bang, that much was sure. She sat on the barstool and saw Eddie's face light up when he saw her.
"Hiya stranger. Wanna fuck?" Connie leered at him.
"Don't I always?" he grinned back, leaving the bar and escorting her to his room.
"Why don't you come over here and take care of this horny pussy of mine?" Connie purred in her most seductive tone. She slithered out of the tight dress, putting a little extra emphasis into her movements. Eddie grinned and made his way to the bed, remembering how good that pussy felt.
Eddie was soon licking her slippery cunt lips, tasting her juices. Every time he tasted her, he remembered that she was the sweetest, tastiest little snatch he'd ever known.
No one
could compare to Connie and he loved the way her face contorted when she was being eaten!
Connie's brain was working a mile-a-minute. Too bad there weren't classes in sex, Eddie could have given Geoff lessons. Stop it! Stay in the moment, don't think about ... she cautioned herself.
Eddie pushed his tongue up into her slit and laved her pussy with considerable skill. Her moans and sighs let him know that he was turning Connie on, she was always so noisy and appreciative. Her clit throbbed and he pulled at it with his lips, she went wild with delight.
Next, it was Connie's turn to turn Eddie on. She took his wonderful cock into her mouth for the final time, loving it tenderly and carefully, giving him sensations no one else ever had. If anything, she had improved in the weeks following their affair, willing to do anything he wanted and loving it all. Connie wanted to get on top, Eddie didn't object, she could milk him dry when she rode "Cowgirl", her pussy muscles taking all and demanding more. Connie whimpered slightly as she took him in, but she took it slow, not wanting to rush things. Soon, her wonderful cunt was resting against his balls, Then, Connie went into overdrive.
She raised and lowered her pussy slowly, then faster, then faster still. Connie began a frenetic fucking of her lover, determined to exhaust him, wring every last drop of his cum from his balls, leave him with a memory he'd never forget. Connie herself was squealing and moaning with excitement, blonde hair whipping about, nails raking against Eddie's sixpack, leaving tiny marks on his skin, branding him for the moment. They bounced up and down the bed, Eddie driving his rod balls-deep into her cunt, until he could take no more and let his load go, spraying her tits and belly.
Afterwards, Eddie had a cigarette, Connie declining. "Wow, that's one of the best fucks we've ever had, babe. Hey, next time, why don't you let me fuck you in the ass?"
"There won't be a next time. That was our last time."
Eddie sat up, eyes wide. "What the hell? What are you talking about?"
"We've had a good run Eddie, but I can't keep doing this. I needed some wild fucking, you provided it, but it's over."
"Don't
I
have some say in this?" Eddie said in a very angry tone.
"No. None. We both knew this had to end and it has. Hey, you've still got Bo."
Connie got dressed, leaving a still-incredulous Eddie on the bed. She went downstairs and got into her Audi, leaving Eddie behind. It was over, no one was the wiser and she'd gotten out unscathed.
Two weeks later, while watching "Oprah", her phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hiya Connie, it's Eddie."
"EDDIE? How the hell did you get this number? And why are you calling me here and ... "
"Lose the tone, kid. Meet me at the Coffee Shop a block from your place. If you don't come, you're gonna regret it. Got that?"
Connie felt a wave of nausea overtake her. She didn't know what was going on, but she knew it wasn't good.
Dressed in a simple white top and blue jeans, the pretty blonde sat across from her former lover. He had a smug, self-satisfied look on his face. It scared the hell out of her.
"Okay Eddie, just what the hell do you want?"
"You. Fucking me again. Oh, and I think a couple of Grand might be nice, too."
"What makes you think I would agree to either?"
"You don't want that husband of yours to find out, do you? Oh yeah, I know all about you. After that last wild fucking you gave me, I followed you. Was I surprised to find out a hot little bitch like you was playing Domestic Diva. I did some more checking babe, you've got bucks. Lots of bucks. Which I can use."
"Why should I ....?"
"Like I said, I did some checking. Your husband has money, due to my -- habit -- of playing the ponies, I can use some. And I miss your sweet pussy, and with what I know, you don't have a fucking choice."
"I'd like to see you prove it."
"No problem, sugar. I taped our last session."
Connie felt the color drain from her face. "You did
what
?"
"I was gonna give it to you as a present, but it works out better this way. So Connie -- or would you prefer
Constance
? - you can get your ass over to the Club on Thursday. Oh, and I think 2 Grand to start will do."
Connie's coffee went cold, as she went over the possibilities. What was she going to do? Now she was screwed, and
not
in a pleasant way.
Geoff's BMW roared into the driveway, he got out, slamming the door behind him. Constance had called, simply saying "Get your ass home." He didn't like her using that tone, he sure didn't like the language. They were going to have words, his wife and he.
Constance was sitting on the couch, with a drink in her hand. That was unlike her, she rarely drank. What the hell was ...?