I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. He had told me that it was okay, but every time I left and met up with another guy, or someone I had already been with several times before, I couldn't help but wonder what he thought of me. Was this really okay? My mind told me it wasn't... that I shouldn't be treating my own husband like this. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but think about their big cocks, something he could never give me. I loved when I moaned and writhed underneath them, not able to think anything coherent other than how much more I needed. Harder, faster, everything they could give me that he couldn't. That he was never able to.
But... how could I think that way? How could my body betray me like this? I love him, I still do after all this time, but I was developing relationships with these guys, and I was starting to love them, too. How could I ever admit that to them?
I was heading to his house now, and I bit my lip the whole time. I was already getting wet from thinking about what he had promised to do to me, and that was all I could think about. The closer I went, the less I could think about my husband. I loved the way they looked at me as well. When I first tell them about the arrangement, they're always a bit shocked. But I can see them stare at my round ass and big tits, and know that they were already imagining how tight I would be underneath them. It made me so horny just thinking about it.
He opened the door, staring at me, his eyes roaming my body all the way from my tits to my toes. "I've been waiting for you." Was all he said. His lust and energy was already radiating from him, and I could understand his impatience. I couldn't wait, either.
He put his hand around mine, his thick masculine fingers wrapping around me. He led me up the stairs to his bedroom, where I've been a few times before. I let him lead me up, I was completely silent, letting him do what he wanted with me.
I sat on the bed as we entered, and he stared at me still. "Take off your clothes." He said, and I complied. I lifted my black dress over my head, revealing my matching bra and panties, which I had never even shown my husband. I had secretly reserved it for the men I was dating. He stared lustfully at my ensemble, and slipped his shirt off himself. He approached me in a few quick steps, and placed his mouth on mine with desperation. My body responded to him immediately, and I moaned into his mouth as he placed his body on top of mine. I could smell him, a thick sandalwood and earthy scent that I was sure I was obsessed with. He was hot, even warmer than usual, and I was completely enwrapped by him.
I let him explore my mouth like he always did, his mouth opening mine wider and wider in a silent command, his tongue entering my mouth as mine twirled around his. It was nothing close to how my husband treated me. I could already feel his hard dick against my thigh. I loved how horny he got for me, and I wanted to see it. To smell it. To touch it. Ah, I was such a slut, and I've accepted this over the years.
I was falling in love with this man, and I felt like I would let him do anything he wanted to me. I would comply no matter what he asked for. I wasn't sure if that was just my cunt speaking, or if I actually cared for him in that way. The fact was, I was obsessed with his dick, and that lust translated to an overwhelming feeling of love, of devotion.
It was like he could read my mind. He stared down at me and our eyes met. His was even more intense than usual, darker than usual. He sucked on my neck, hard, making sure to leave a mark so people would know who I really belonged to. I loved that. I moaned underneath him, moving from side to side as my body lost control of itself. He lifted my arms up to hold me in place, telling me who was really the boss here. I complied, letting him suck my body down my neck onto my tits. He released one wrist to move my bra aside, and he stared down at it hungrily as he moved to suck on them, his tongue and teeth scraping against them eagerly.
I didn't want to wait anymore. He seemed like he was in a teasing mood, and I didn't want to be teased today. I wanted to be fucked. Hard and raw, until I couldn't remember my name anymore and he was the only thing that mattered. I stared up at him and said, "please just do it. Enough with the teasing."
He groaned, and looked up from my tits, his eyes expressing how hungry he really was. "My eager little slut can't be patient today, can she?" He asked.
