I submitted the first part of this under the title of Obsessions. I found there are many other titles like that one, so I changed this to Obsession I. The story continues:
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After leaving Harvey's house earlier in the morning, I pulled all my shades and curled up on the living room couch, depressed and guilt-ridden. For two hours I all but sucked my thumb in despair.
I finally dragged myself up and headed for the shower, reflecting I'd probably sucked enough for one day - remembering Harvey's thick cock jerking and throbbing in my mouth as it spurted gob after gob down my working throat.
Remembering my illicit morning I shivered, an unwanted thrill shooting through me. He'd then fucked me like an animal until I was sobbing with uncontrollable need. I was still weak from it.
Okay, so I was no longer the faithful wife I'd once been, but there was one thing I could do. I could insure it never happened again - ever.
Leaving Harvey's house next door I had seen him smile contemptuously after he'd told me to leave the patio door to my bedroom unlocked tonight. I had shaken my head "no", but I knew he didn't believe me. I was determined what had happened today in his bedroom today would never happen again.
I'd had my fling and it was over - period. I'd be the dutiful housewife to Rob I'd always been. I knew the reason I'd come unhinged over Harvey's huge cock. I'd become addicted to it from the first time I'd accidently seen it through his bathroom window - almost at once.
I was certain I could overcome it. I admit that just lying in the darkened room on my couch thinking about how Harvey's monster cock had felt, how it'd tasted, I was still gushing fluid. Maybe a hot bath would help. I filled the bathtub and climbed in.
It didn't help much to cleanse my mind, but I felt physically cleaner. Refreshed from my long bath, I started in and cleaned the house from top to bottom. It was well after dark when I finished.
Nearly exhausted I collapsed into a chair with a tall gall of wine, still trying to force my abhorrent behavior from my mind. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Harvey between my legs, his face strained with lust and effort. I could almost still feel his thick cock pushing and tearing against my vagina walls, erupting like a hose inside me, warm, soothing. I had to STOP this!
I got up and poured another glass of wine, went in and took a long second shower. It was nearly nine o'clock so I dressed for bed in my usual small teddy, turned off the lights and lay on my bed, wide awake. I did not unlock the patio door.
Harvey had said he'd be over around 10:30, but I was confident he would leave as soon as he found the door still locked. I had firmly made up my mind on that subject. The nightstand clock slowly crept past 10:35 and my eyes were still wide open. Maybe he wouldn't come I hoped. At 10:45 I allowed myself to close my eyes with a sense of relief - and just a small pang of disappointment too.
Jarred awake by the door rattling, I glanced at the clock which said 11:00 PM. Harvey stood just outside the glass patio door, halfway in the shadows, waiting. I couldn't see his face, but I could determine by the streetlight that he was dressed only in cotton shorts.
I didn't know if he could see me in the darkened room, but I lay quietly, not moving a muscle, pretending to be asleep. My heart was pounding wildly inside my chest. Please go away Harvey, I pleaded silently. Just leave.
Peaking at him, I saw he'd turned slightly toward the street lights, his cock now hanging out the front of his shorts. I caught my breath as it jerked once, then again, half-inflating. The bastard was taunting me.
I wanted to scream at him, throw something at the glass door. I realized my thighs were damp and it was difficult not to rub them together. He started slowly stroking his shaft, his face too darkened to see in the shadows.
I watched intently as his foreskin slid back and forth over the huge spongy crown, tantalizingly slow, a drop forming at its tip, glistening in the half-light. I found myself licking my lips as I stared at the drop, acuity aware of the agony between my legs - my growing need.
Sighing in defeat, I crawled out of bed and walked slowly to the door, and unlocked it. Without waiting for him to enter I got back on the bed, sat cross-legged in the middle, watching him come in and close the sliding door behind himself.
By the bathroom's nightlight I could see he'd already discarded his shorts, his cock sticking straight out, thick, throbbing as it filled with blood. Like the Cobra that hypnotizes, it bobbed up and down as he walked to the foot of the bed, halting there. He still hadn't spoken a single word.
As for me, my mouth was dry as dirt and my heart was racing out of control as it banged against my chest. I had completely drenched the bedspread beneath my butt.
Groaning softly, I crawled toward him. He reached out and stopped me, my hungry mouth only a few inches from his jerking cock. Then he pushed me down on the bed, flipped me over on my back and pulled my arms until my head was hanging over the edge of the bed.
His cock was level with my face now and he inched forward, sliding the spongy head inside my wide-opened mouth. The pungent taste of pre-cum coated my tongue and I simply swooned with pleasure. All thoughts of my promise to not do this anymore, was now gone.
With my head in this position there was no resistance as his over-sized cock slid down my throat, pushing the small channel aside to make room for its giant head. The feeling of its choking fullness was so intense I almost came from that sensation alone. Or, maybe it was because I was now rubbing my squishy thighs together rapidly.
It was like I was dying of thirst and his pre-cum was cool water. His balls were much larger and hang down farther than Rob's. They rested softly on my forehead as his cock bottomed out in my throat. I focused on breathing through my nose, savoring the feeling of suffocating of that thing for as long as I could. Just as sparks began flying behind my eyelids he pulled out, then immediately sunk it back in to his balls again.
Slimy slobbers ran down each of my cheeks as I choked his meat down, dripping onto the carpet. I was in Heaven.
This went on for a while until he suddenly froze with it buried in my throat, like he was afraid that if he moved, he'd go off. Then he pulled that mile-long cock from my gullet very slowly. I could feel each ridge, each blood vane as it slid over my hungry tongue, my lips milking it all the way out.
I could tell he was very close, his pre-cum flowing freely now. Trying to prolong it a little longer I lifted his cock, nibbled the loose skin around his balls, then took each one into my mouth and gently sucked them.
I lifted his cock and balls up, holding them out of my way as I licked and bit that tender area right under his sacs. He was grunting loudly, totally in my control now. He then made a subtle moved and took the control back.
