Is This Really What She Wants?

Is This Really What She Wants? Ch. 03

By DontJudgeMe

I'd guess it was about fifteen minutes later when a thought struck me. I was on my back with my arm around my lovely new lover on her couch, my hand easily resting on the top of her breast when I realised that the condom I'd brought was still in my wallet that was still in my pants that were still on the floor. And that I'd flooded Helen's pussy with my eager little sperms. And that I was most certainly NOT ready to be a dad again... and definitely not with my extramarital lover.

"Ehm, Helen?" I asked, suddenly dry in my mouth.

"Hmm?" she asked, not lifting her head from my chest. Had she been sleeping? Had I? Had it really just been fifteen minutes?

"Are you... you know, on the pill?" I asked.

There was silence for a while.

"Not exactly, but don't worry, I'm safe," she finally answered. Safe? What did safe mean? Like it was a safe period? Even I knew that wasn't an effective contraceptive...

"What do you mean, 'safe'? And 'not exactly'?" I wanted to know, "like you get an injection? Or one of those things you put into the uterus? IUD?"

"Look, I'm safe, all right?" she said, and there was something in her voice I couldn't figure out. Shit, was she trying to baby-trap me? I couldn't see her face from my angle, so I sat up, making her scoot down onto the couch. I looked at her but she wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Not to be an asshole here or anything," I began, not knowing how to say what I needed to say

without

being an asshole, "but I think we need to talk about this. Like, I don't want anymore kids." I didn't add that if I did, it would be with Barb. For simplicity's sake, if nothing else.

She got up too, and the silence stretched between us, her eyes fixed somewhere above my shoulder. Then she shrugged.

"I can't have kids," she simply said and looked down.

Oh. Oh...

"Oh," I said, really having nothing else to say.

"I don't need to... have a

thing put into my uterus,

because my uterus kills everything that comes into it, alright?"

"I'm... sorry, Helen, I didn't know," I said, mentally kicking myself. I should have known... shouldn't I?

"Nobody knows. Just you... and Harold, of course," she said and finally looked me in the eye, "why do you think he left? With his young,

fertile

secretary?" There was such venom, such anguish in that one word that I reached out and took her hand. She let me.

"I... I had no idea," I tried.

"It's... it's okay," she shrugged, "I mean, yeah, it sucks. But life goes on, right?"

"Yeah... yeah!" I nodded, happy to steer the conversation away from tragedy.

"Kids aren't everything, right? I can have a good life without. I'm healthy, except for... I got the house in the divorce, I have good friends..." she paused, maybe thinking about how not-good friends we'd been lately.

"You definitely have a good friend right here!" I quipped quickly.

"Hmm..." she leaned in, "I was hoping you were a little more than just a friend..." We kissed. And then kissed some more. And since her naked tits were just there, I palmed one of them, feeling their wondrous size.

Unfortunately, there wasn't really time for more. Well, Barb would have waited up the whole night, I assumed, but since I didn't want to tell Helen about her involvement, I had to take my leave soonish, so as to make it plausible.

So, after some more kissing (and not all of it on the mouth) I ended up clothed and left my new paramour.

I sincerely hoped Barb didn't hate me right now. She wanted this, right? And I was coming home to her straight afterwards, right? So she couldn't be mad. She definitely couldn't!

If that was true, though, why was I praying Barb was waiting for me? Why was I in such a hurry to get home to my wife?

---

Who was waiting for me. I snuck up my own driveway, feeling awfully guilty and sure that someone was watching me, and quietly and quickly walked in through the front-door, feeling lucky that it was pretty dark for a spring night. As soon as the door shut behind me, I gave a little sigh of relief and heard my wife's quick steps.

"Hey honey!" she greeted me in a quiet voice and suddenly, ten minutes after my lips had left Helen's, I was kissing another woman. And not just kissing, really making out, her tongue finding its way into my mouth.

"What happened?" she asked, eyes aglow. She was wearing a night-gown (

not

a sexy one, like Helen would wear but rather something out of a grandmother's closet, reaching her knees with flowery pattern) but since it'd taken her five seconds to meet me, she had not been in bed.

I raised my eye-brows at her, "what do you think happened?" Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath.

"You... you did it?" she eagerly asked, and I nodded.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it! You really did it?" she gasped at me, and again I just nodded.

"Come!" she said and grabbed my hand. Still wearing my shoes and jacket, she pulled me through the house, up the stairs and into our bedroom.

"Tell me... everything!" she demanded. What to do? How much detail did she want... or need?

"Are you sure you want to know...?" I asked.

"Am I sure...?" she hissed at me and before I could react she pulled her nightgown over her head, showing me her naked body. She wasn't even wearing panties... Then again, she didn't own any underwear as sexy as Helen's, my traitorous mind thought.

She grabbed my hand and led it down between her legs, making me feel her bushy pussy that was wet. So wet!

"Tell me!" she begged while rubbing herself on my hand.

"Okay, okay, how about we just..." I gestured to the bed, getting out of my shoes and jacket, and she followed my lead and we crawled in, laying next to each other, but she quickly grabbed my hand again and put it back to her pussy.

"Was she good?" she wanted to know.

"Ehm... well..." I started, not really knowing how to tell this. I knew what she wanted to hear but it still felt so... mean. Wrong. Sneaking off to sleep with our friend was one thing but rubbing her face in it was actually difficult.

"Please, James, just be honest," she implored me, "was she good?"

"Yeah," I finally answered after a brief silence, "yeah, she was good." She answered with a sharp intake of breath and rubbed herself on my hand.

"Better than me?" she asked.

"Barb, that's not a fair comparison!" I said with a pang of guilt as I remembered how I actually

had

compared both her oral talents and pussy to Helen's.

"Please, James! Is she better?!" she demanded, in a strange whining voice.

"I... I guess... I mean, she, eh... when she sucked me, she took it ALL..." I said. I was like... 99% sure it was this kind of thing she

wanted

out of all of this, but that last 1% still told me she was going to shout and cry.

"Oh God," she moaned instead, "she sucked you! I knew she would, oh yes, I knew! She's such... such a cocksucker..." She closed her eyes and rubbed herself harder and harder against my hand. Speechless, I just marvelled at my normally composed wife giving-in to her wanton side.

"Ah.... did you... did you cum in her... mouth?" she asked, "oh yes, you did, didn't you? You did! You came in that hot slut's mouth! Oh! Oh! Gah, she swallowed, didn't she? Didn't she!?!" Her voice turned demanding and she opened her eyes and gave me the most intense look.

"Wow, wow, wow... I didn't cum in her mouth," I interrupted her fantasy running amok, "she just... sucked me a bit to... to get things started, you know? Then we... had sex... normally." It sounded lame, even to me.

"She was better than me, wasn't she?" she demanded next, not caring a little bit that I ruined her cum-swallowing fantasy and certainly not slowing down between her legs either, "tell me, James, tell me how much you loved fucking that big-titted slut!"

Fuck it. Might as well go for broke.

"Hell yeah, she was better! I sucked those huge tits, she swallowed my cock and I had her tight pussy, and it was so, so good!" I told her and pushed her on to her back, shaking loose of her grip and took over the action in her pussy. Rubbing her clit in a fast rhythm, I continued: "And she loved it! She loved every part of it, and she came twice!" Fuck, this was weird! But somehow, it was actually turning me on.

"Yes! Oh, yes, James, make me... make me... I'm so close!" she gasped and spread herself wider for me, surrendering herself to my ministrations, "tell me, tell me...

everything

!"

"Well," I said, suddenly running out of steam and not really knowing how to continue - I sensed that this wasn't the time for a thorough, detailed description of my adventure with Helen, "she's a really great kisser... But I already knew that..."

"Huuuh... yes, 'cause you... you already kissed that skank at Tim and Lisa-Ann's party, didn't you!" she exclaimed and caressed the arm that was rubbing her clit. I took her hand and moved it down between my legs, where she instinctively stroked my semi-hard dick through my shorts instead. When she felt me grow harder, she smiled up at me, clearly pleased that I was getting turned on as well.

"Yes, like that," I muttered, before getting back on track: "And her... tits are to die for! Man, I love them! So big... huge, really! Not... not at all like... yours..." It still felt mean. It was not at all in my nature to be like this but... well, okay, seeing Barb get aroused by being unfavourably compared to my new lover... it was hot! At my words, she bent down and unbuttoned my pants, got them and my boxers down so she could stroke my now-hard cock directly.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, James! I'm so... close! More, please..." she begged while jacking me off.

"She has a really nice pussy. Completely shaved! And sooo tight!" I informed her and saw in amazement how her entire body tensed up before she cried out in pure pleasure. Sadly, she let go of my dick and clasped one hand over her mouth to keep at least somewhat quiet while her other grabbed me around the wrist and held me against her pussy - not that I could withdraw it as her legs also clamped down on it, keeping it in place. She shook one, two, three times before finally relaxing.

"Oh..." she sighed as she removed her hand and looked at me with huge eyes.

Then, very timidly, she asked me: "Do you still love me?"

"Oh, honey... of course!" I assured her, untangled myself from her legs and bent down to kiss her.

"Do you think I'm weird?" she asked then.

"No..." I said slowly, trying to order my thoughts, "I think you're sexy..."

She smiled weakly at that. Then she slowly reached up and pulled me down into another long, slow kiss.

"I know I'm not as sexy as Helen," she said softly, looking up at me, "but I... I really need you... inside me... would you...?" she looked nervously and expectantly up at me.

"I... honey, of course! You ARE as sexy as Helen!" I told her and got up to get rid of my clothes. I crawled atop of her and with very little resistance, I entered my second woman for the night.

"Oooh..." she sighed, and I smiled down at her and started making love to my wife. It was definitely different than Helen, but it felt good. Nice. Safe and well-known.

"Harder..." she gasped after a few soft strokes.

I raised my eyebrows but obliged, thrusting into her more forcefully.

"Please, honey... harder..." she asked again.

"Really?" I asked. Barb usually wasn't into the rough stuff.

"Please," she answered. Well, no skin off my nose, right? I'd have thought we'd use this love-making to reconnect as man and wife, but if this was what Barb needed...

I took a hold of her shoulders and use it as counter-balance as I hammered with my hard tool into her. And again and again.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she gasped meeting my every thrust.

"You like that?" I asked, my voice hoarse. It felt good! It was strange doing this to Barbara but damn it was hot!

"Yeeeesss!" she cried, "Yes! Fuck me.... fuck me...!"

When did my soft-spoken wife get such a dirty mouth? At any rate, I did as she asked, fucked her hard, hammering my dick in and out of her, giving her all I had.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried again, her short nails clawing at my arms, as she surrendered to the bliss once again, cumming and cumming

hard.

"

Fuck meee... fuck me like I'm good enough for you!" she cried as her entire body convulsed. Before I could even react, she pressed her hand against her mouth to mute her sounds.

Wow, what did that mean? Like she's good enough for me? I slowed down and stopped.

"Barb," I tried but she shook her head, without looking at me.

"Not now, James," she insisted.

"Okay..." I said uncertainly. She smiled up at me.

"Do you wanna...?" she asked.

"Finish? Yeah. Yeah..." I nodded. I wanted to talk about what she'd said but my dick wanted more fucking. Considering how my life had ended up with two lovers, no-one should be surprised when the dick won the discussion.

"How did you... finish... with Helen?" she asked.

"Oh. Uh, kinda like this, only with her legs up..." I moved her legs up on my shoulders while speaking and ended up like I had with Helen.

And then I fucked my wife again. Not as hard as before, but not as romantic as I had imagined either. It was just sorta... fucking.

It was good though, and I didn't take long to cum.

---

'Woke up with a sore throat and a sore pussy. You really did a number on me last night <3' said the text I got about 10 am the next morning. Well, what to answer to that?

'Sorry, not sorry' I sent back with a little winky emoji. Then after a minute or so, I added: 'Well, sorry if it hurts. It was sooo good though!'

'Totally! 10/10 would do again' was the reply.

"Is that Helen?" my wife asked, her tone reproachful. We were sitting at the kitchen-table, eating a late breakfast - the kids had already eaten and were playing outside. I shrugged and handed her the phone, more to demonstrate that I didn't keep any secrets from her than anything else. Was she mad that I was chatting with Helen now?

"That slut's insatiable," she muttered, and I shrugged. This from the woman who had frigged herself on my fingers while fantasising about me cumming in said insatiable slut's mouth? Was she regretting the whole affair now? Jeez, she flip-flopped faster than most politicians. Without another word she handed me my phone back.

"Aren't you going to answer her?" she demanded suddenly, after a couple of minutes of silence.

"Ehh... I dunno. What would I answer?" I wondered, now completely bewildered.

"I don't know, that you'd do it again too or if she's free tonight or a dick-pic. That seems to be all the rage on the internet anyway," she said in a tone that suggested I was kinda daft for not figuring this out myself. What the hell?

"Ehh... honey?" I wondered, "what is... what is going on?"

"What? I thought you wanted to see her again?" she asked, now sounding perplexed.

"Well, maybe, " I said, neither confirming nor denying that, "but I... well, I still wanna be here. With you. With the kids."

She blushed a little at that and looked down. Did she think I'd spend all my time at Helen's from now on? Then she looked at me with a little smile, and she seemed like herself again.

"Yeah, of course. I don't know what I was thinking," she admitted, and I returned her smile.

"It's okay, it's all a little crazy," I shrugged, and she nodded.

"Maybe, though... maybe we should talk about last night? That... that thing you said..." I couldn't really bring myself to utter the words 'fuck me like I'm good enough for you' here at our peaceful breakfast-table but she got what I meant.

"Oh that. That was... that was nothing. Just the heat of things, you know," she said it and looked straight at me, imploring me to believe her. Which I didn't, not really.

"Are you sure? 'Cause it sounded kinda... grim," I pointed out.

"It was nothing, dear. Really. Just forget about it."

"Because you

are

good enough for me. More than good enough!" I insisted.

"I know, I know," she said with next to no conviction, "it was nothing.

Please

just drop it?"

I let it go, but only reluctantly. If she didn't want to talk about it, I could hardly force her - but it was most certainly

something

.

"Maybe we should tell Helen about... well, you?" I wondered.

"NO!" she exclaimed, looking at me like I was out of my mind.

"Hey, now," I tried.

"I don't want her to know. I don't want ANYONE to know. Okay?" she asked intensely.

"Yeah, okay. I was only-"

"I don't want people thinking I'm... weird or something," she said in low tone.

"Okay, okay..." I said, not knowing what else to say.

Then after a little while's silence, she said: "You should still answer her though."

Aside from that, we had a pretty normal day. Played with the kids, chores, more husband-wife attention than normally, including a memorable make-out session during a game of hide and seek that made Frank accuse us of cheating because we hid together.

And I did text Helen back, and we'd been flirting all day - which also had both Barb and me fired up.

So yeah, a good day.

And when Barb had finished tucking Frank in and came and found me in the living-room, her smile told me that the night was definitely going to be good too.

"Hey you," she said in a sensual voice while sashaying her way to the couch. Something about her was different, both in her walk and the way she held herself, and when she reached the couch, I saw why.

She was wearing heels. Black pumps with a pretty high heel, higher than anything I'd seen her in in years. I seemed to remember seeing them on her at a new years eve-party years and years ago. She noticed me looking at her feet and wriggled her foot a little, drawing attention to it.

"You like?" she asked with a pleased smile, and before I could answer, she turned and walked around a little, putting a lot of sway in her steps. Though a little unsteady, she looked damn good, especially with the tight skirt, that practically hugged her cute, little butt.

"Very nice, honey!" I commented. She carefully walked back to me.

"And that's not all," she told me as she stopped right in front of me and slowly, teasingly lifted the skirt, showing me first her slim thighs and then her naked pussy. Completely naked, no panties, no hair, just her naked little slit.

"I- wow, you shaved?" I exclaimed.

"You like that too?" she grinned and sat down on my lap and kissed me.

"It's really sexy!" I told her in between kisses. She liked that, I could tell and we continued making out.

I pondered if I should say something - she was obviously jealous, or at the very least insecure about Helen. Wasn't she? Or was she copying her because it turned her on, or because she knew it was turning me on?

While I was discussing this internally, Barb had opened my pants and fished my hardening prick out. She broke our kiss, moved off me and without any hesitation took me in her mouth.

"Ah, Barb!" I sighed and stroked her dark hair in encouragement. She was way more aggressive than I'd ever seen her and forced more than half of my shaft down her throat, gagging loudly as she pulled off. But she just took a quick breath and dove down on my shaft again. And again. No technique, just raw determination.

And while it did feel good, and it was sexy as hell to watch (and feel) my wife choke herself on my dick, this was not... healthy. And I didn't really want her to throw up on me, which was where we were heading. Plus, her teeth were chafing me.

"Barb, stop for a second, honey," I asked her when she pulled off for like the tenth time, gasping for breath. She looked up at me, already quite a mess, with tears and drool running down her face.

"What?" she demanded, and dried off a string of drool with the back of her hand, "if Helen can, I can too." Well, that answered the question as to her motives.