During Before And After

During, Before and After

A quick flash story.

This is a departure for me in my writing style. My first time writing hardcore sex scenes. Since its been a while since I actually had sex I had to do some research.

Day 18 of waiting for Cancer Part 2 to be published (2/21/25).

During

"Take this dick bitch, God damn you got some good pussy!"

"Fuck, fuck fuck, God Damn, I'm coming again you big dick bastard!" He was pounding the shit out of my pussy. I loved his dick. I didn't love him but I definitely loved his dick. I could feel my pussy spasm all over his cock. "Oh shit, here I come you fucking bastard." This motherfucker made me squirt all over his cock. I never squirted until I started fucking him.

"You're drowning my dick you nasty bitch! Squirt on my dick. Squirt bitch. I love it when you squirt! Get ready I'm going to flood your pussy with nut."

I heard someone screaming until I realized it was me. I never knew sex could be like this. I was coming again as he pumped through his own orgasm and bit my nipple. I think that was 5 orgasms in less than 90 minutes. I guess 5 because I wasn't really or able to keep count.

Sometimes I don't know how I survive this twice a week. Than I think I want it everyday. That's out since my husband wouldn't like this. I can barely get by fucking Malcolm only twice a week and my husband once.

I feel Malcolm moving off of me. His cock takes a second to exit my well fucked pussy. At least it seems so. It took me a while to get used to his thick 9 inches. I remember seeing this Tiktok video of some woman saying how 4 inches is enough for anyone. That might be true unless you had a thick 9 inch cock.

The first time he fucked me I must have screamed until I was hoarse. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call the police. Maybe they were used to it. By the third time I was begging for all his dick. And he happily gave it to me.

Oral sex is so much different than with my husband. He fills my mouth like no one else. Its something about the challenge of trying to deep throat a cock that big. I still haven't been able to do it. I get 6 inches into me until I gag. For some reason that turns him on even more hearing me choke on his cock.

We tried anal once. Even though I have it with my husband Malcolm's big dick just wouldn't fit. He tried, I was greased up and ready. He got the head in but it felt like he was trying to push a doorknob up my ass. I tapped out after 5 minutes.

Its been 3 months since the first time we had sex. Took only 2 dates before that happened. We meet twice a week at his house. We never go out in public. No one else knows about us. Not even my best friend. I plan on keeping it that way.

This is only sex. He's not the type of settle down. I know there will never be a relationship, he loves pussy to much to settle for one woman. I know I'm not the only one. I'm his Tuesday and Friday woman. As long as I get mine I don't care what he does the rest of the week. I think I'm addicted to the dick.

Before

My husband Patrick Kimbel is a good man. He's still good looking at 32. At least to me. At 6 foot he's tall but not gigantic. Has gained some weight over the years probably weighing 240. He works at United Health as a manager.

After 8 years of marriage I never thought I would be in this situation. Patrick and I have a great marriage. No kids yet. We've been talking about it. Patrick is a good husband. I don't know what made me start fucking Malcolm. I met him at the bank of all places. We would chat whenever I went to do business and one day he slipped me his number on my deposit slip. At first I was insulted that he would think that I would cheat on my husband.

I called him to curse him out. When he answered and found out it was me first thing he said was "You ever had a Black cock before?"

I was speechless. Who the hell does he think he is? "Excuse me?"

"I asked if you ever had some black cock before. Specially 9 inches of black cock."

"Fuck you, you arrogant bastard" and hung up the phone. The audacity of that man. I should report him to his boss. I don't even know why I called him. I love my husband and have never even looked at another man.

I know I get looks, I consider myself an attractive woman. At 5 foot 8 inches I'm tall for a woman. Long dark hair, 38 D breast with great cleavage and not to wide hips. Plus a nice booty. I get hit on at least once a week. Once Patrick almost got into a fight since one guy didn't know how to take no for an answer.

Patrick can be very romantic. He takes me out once a week. We make love 3 to 4 times a week. He was the first man who gave me an orgasm. Not my first lover though. So he's top of the list of lovers.

We met through a mutual friend at a neighborhood BBQ. He wasn't the smoothest guy I ever met. Which to me, made him cute. Talking was easy with him. He always looked me in the eye, which is something no guy had ever done. Before the end of the day he asked me out to dinner for next Saturday. He was so different than most guys I dated. He wasn't flashy. He held the door for me. Pulled out my chair. Listened to what I said with earnest. He was smart and asked probing questions without being nosy or judgmental.

When he asked me to marry him I was so happy. I cried with joy. He did it at a family BBQ. He had asked my father for permission. I mean who does that now a days. My family loves him, almost as much as I do. I knew after our third date he was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

After

I take the last pill from the bottle. The doctor said I have to wait another week after this before resuming sexual activity. Sex is the last thing on my mind. It's been three months since Patrick left me. I don't know how he found out but he did. And when he did he went scorched earth. I tried to hide the pain through sex. All it got me was an STD. That's what happens when you fuck a bunch of strangers. I don't even know who gave it to me.

I came home from work, it was a Thursday. Patrick was home before me which in itself was unusual. I had my hopes up for a dinner out and some love making. That wasn't the case.

He was sitting in the family room watching TV. I went to give him a kiss and heard what I thought was porn in the TV. I turned to look and it was porn, except I was the star along with Malcolm. I'm frozen in shock as I hear myself screaming for Malcolm to fuck me with his big dick. I hear myself screaming in orgasm. I hear myself begging for him to never stop fucking me. I hear myself asking Patrick to turn it off as I slide to the floor.

The whole time Patrick hasn't said a word. He just looks at me with contempt. He reaches for the remote and finally turns off the video as I'm having another orgasm. He continues staring at him. That's worse than yelling which I wish he would. He walks to the kitchen and comes back with a beer and carrying an envelope. He takes a big gulp of beer and hands me the envelope.

God, why doesn't he yell at me. The silence and the way he is looking at me is killing me. He just puts the beer down and walks out the door. I just lay there on the floor not believing this is happening.

I don't know how long I laid there. I reached for the envelope and his wedding ring falls out. I thought I was cried out but seeing his ring brings a new cascade of tears. I pull out the papers and there are photo's of Malcolm and I fucking in different positions. There is also a Data card and a Petition for Divorce on the grounds of adultery.

I never learned how he found out about my affair. I never once got to talk to him. He didn't love across the country like you read in those stories. He cut anything that had to do with me. He sent my parents parts of the video. Not the nasty parts, mostly me yelling to be fucked and how I loved his dick. My mother cried and my father said he was cutting me off. They respected and loved Patrick like a son.

He sent clips to friends, co-workers and neighbors. My job became a nightmare. Women stopped talking to me and the men started trying to pick me up thinking I was an easy lay. Neighbors gave me dirty looks. I heard some were asking if I had done anything with their husband. My friends cut me off also. I was on an island alone.

Was it all worth it? No, I lost the best man I will ever know for the best sex I've ever had. Love will always beat sex. I wish I had learned that lesson a lot sooner. I put the pill bottle down and go sit in my living room of the small one bedroom apartment I'm living in. No one visits because I lost all my friends. I had to get a new job so money is tight.

No, it definitely wasn't worth it.

The End