Hi readers; since some people considered Chapter 1 less than true, I altered the story to be fiction. It is a little more spicy this way. Besides Robert's view of the scenes that happened in Ch.1, the rest of the story will be purely fiction. (And fyi to the weight judgers, please look up the sizes of Victoria Secret models... Hope you enjoy.) ;)
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Her smell engulfed my nostrils. I had forgotten the way her pussy dripped when aroused. She has always been a great fuck. I was her first and only. I knew that I had betrayed her, but the rush of talking to Samantha was amazing. I dated Samantha when I was ten. Our romance rekindled while I was on detachment due to being in the navy. She had found me on facebook. My squadron flew to Las Vegas for two weeks prior to leaving for Rota, Spain as a workup. My wife spoke to me on the phone while I was there pleading that I cease communication with Sam. She had seen some of the facebook conversations before I changed my password. Yes, they were seductive and spoke of a relationship. However, I couldn't stop talking to Sam; it was a mental rush. I was not with my wife nor son. The black haired, 5'5" woman was the only one in my sight.
Samantha sent me provocative pictures. Her breasts exposed in one. Her legs spred in another. I had to open a new e-mail account to make sure my wife wouldn't see them. I didn't want to receive a divorce notification on deployment. My command would have sent me home. Samantha was shorter than my wife and not as fit. I would say a size 10 from the pictures. She had medium length black hair. Her breasts were huge though; my wife was only a B cup. Samantha was a size C on the verge of a D. I couldn't wait until I moved her up to Washington state. I wanted those in my face. Our conversations spoke of what the future had in store for us. We made it official during my fist week in Spain. Our spicy conversations turned to being in a relationship. I called her my girlfriend. I told her how I would file for divorce when I returned home. Our physical relationship could start then. Throughout my four month detachment, I may have spoken to Claire five times...
My attention focused back on the woman displaying herself in front of me. My wife was the size of model. Her perfectly formed body was too much. She had very light skin with freckles here and there. Her long red hair floated below her breasts. Her ass was perfect. It was firm and toned. I wanted that ass; I am an ass man and I needed it. Her lingerie was black lace barely covering her pussy. Her nipples were erect; I could tell she was aroused and wanting me. Her breast were small, but firm. They were perfectly proportioned. I had forgotten how much I loved her body. I would kill anyone if they tried to touch her. Then how did I not love her? How could I divorce her and let another man have her?
She kissed me and began sucking on my cock. Oh, her lush lips running up and down. She fondled my balls while doing so which drove me over the edge. Samantha would not find out about this encounter. I could not pass up a fuck. That was it, a fuck. Nothing else. She was too perfect to not pass up. I thrusted her against the wall while she grinded against my dick. Oh it felt so good knowing she wanted me. She still wanted me.
I heard it, a ding. Shit, that's Sam. What should I do? I'm hard, she's wet. I'll be wasting a perfectly good pussy. What would the guys in the squadron say if they knew I passed up Claire? Pshh, they all wanted her, I knew how they tried to get with her while I was deployed.
I slowed my pace of kissing and holding Claire. I was thinking of the encounters she had. Drew had wanted her immensely. He was my bestfriend too. He always made himself available to her for heavy lifting. He picked up my son's new Lightning McQueen car bed in his truck and help Claire set it up. I only know because Claire sent me an e-mail the week prior and asked my permission. I wouldn't answer her calls. God, my permission, she never wanted me to think she would cheat, but I can just imagine him taking off his shirt to ease the heat of setting up with her. She wouldn't have done anything, she was faithful to me. I would break his fucking legs if he touched her. Then Jake, oh fucking stupid Jake. He was a smooth talker. I had heard through the grapevine that he arrived at the house at 2 AM attempting to get her to come to a party down the street with him. At least Drew was smart enough to appeal to the aspect that we had a son. What did Jake think she would do? Offer him to come in since she couldn't leave our sleeping two year old? She didn't do anything though. She closed the door in his face. I was cheating on her and she still stayed faithful knowing what I was doing.
"Ding," shit its Samantha. I have to stop.
That's when Claire moved. I could see her panties were soaked. She was always immensely wet when she wanted my dick. I was so dumbfounded that she pushed me over and stripped the rest of my uniform off. She was a wild woman. How could I say no to her? She needed me so bad. She needed this dick. I shook my head saying she could have me.
Then it started, the tease. She put the tip of my cock in her. Just the tip. What was she thinking?!?! I was now throbbing. Her juices were dripping down my shaft. I needed this just as much as she did. She grabbed my cock with her hand going up and down while she bounced a little on the head. She was so tight. I knew she didn't masturbate while I was away. She never did unless I wanted her to put a show on for me. That tight pussy was all for me and only me. My cock was the only thing to penetrate that wet hole. God, it was so tight! Please push all the way down, Claire!
She then brought her hand coated in cum to her mouth and sucked. Oh, how I wished this would never end. She was all mine. She then asked me to say that I loved her? What? Then she told me to say that I wanted no one, but her. At that moment I did. I only wanted her, but what about Samantha. I had an emotional connection to Samantha that had faded with my wife. Oh the way she was teasing my cock. I thrusted up. She was too swift, my motion did not allow me to go further in. She just continued to bounce on my cock's head, teasing me with those wet juices. I wanted her. I gave in; my mind filled with lust and desire for her tight pussy. I suckled on her firm tits biting each nipple. I needed her fully.
"I want you and no other. I love you. I want to fill your pussy. Please Claire, please give me that pleasure." She then pressed her hips down releasing my yearning. She was great at fucking me. She always had been; three years of marriage and still sex was amazing, but I needed to be in control. I flipped her small body over and plunged in. I could feel her walls clinching and ripping. My huge cock killing that small pussy of hers. It was as if I was taking her virginity again. I felt the spasm. Her walls clinched and she shook with pleasure. The liquid heat overcame my cock. I needed more of her. I picked her legs up and plummeted my cock in and out. Her cum was dripping out, hitting my balls down to her ass. Oh, her sweet ass. I will have it this week. Fuck Samantha, she won't know I'm doing this with my wife, MY WIFE. I'm taking whats mine. She is still my wife until we sign the papers and I won't let her forgo her wifely duties.
Oh shit, my cock was so wet sliding perfectly in and out. Her pussy clinched again. It felt so good hearing her moan underneath my strength. She called my name over and over. I bet our neighbors could hear us. I bit her breasts as I continued to ravage my cock into her warm pussy. My hands were grabbing her firm ass, wet from her cum. I wanted to slip a finger into her hole so bad while fucking her. I resisted. I knew it would come in time. She wanted to save this marriage so I knew I could get her to attempt it with the thoughts of keeping me as hers.
I felt it. My cock grew, I was not about to cum in her. I hated eating her out and tasting myself. I pulled out and shoved it fully in her mouth down to her throat. She sucked it submissively making sure I was cleaned off in the process.
I then laid down beside her. Damn she was a good fuck. I hope it takes a while for the divorce paperwork to form so I can fuck her a couple more times.
"Ding," Damnit Samantha, I was fucking Claire. Damn, of course she can't know that. I'll have to come up with some sort of explanation. I rose and put on my shorts. I walked outside to the front of my car. I didn't want Claire to hear me.
"Hey babe, yeah I'm fine babe. I was just explaining the situation to Claire. I love you too." I then saw Claire out of my eye. I could see the hurt in her face. She then grabbed her phone.
She pulled Sam's number from our fucking phone records. She texted, "Sam, its Claire, Robert's wife. Yea, I know what yall have been doing, but just so you know, he made love to me when he came home."
My phone started going baserk ringing. I did not know Sam could be so jealous. Claire was still my wife and all. I couldn't answer Sam yet. I was so pissed that Claire could do that to me. Why would she text Sam that? She knew we were over. I tried to leave. I jumped in my RSX and went to speed off when I saw Claire standing in our home's doorway. She just stared at me. I said get in. We drove for a while without saying anything. I could see the hurt in her face.
I went to say something, but she stopped me. She said that she would give me an easy divorce if I fully tried to save our marriage for two weeks. That meant marriage counseling and the whole nine yards. I didn't know what to say. I didn't believe in that crap. Claire had her bachelors in psychology going on a masters in Marriage and Family Therapy; she of course believed in it. Would doing this ruin what I had with Sam or would Sam understand? Maybe if I explained to Sam that Claire wouldn't contest the divorce if I did this. I loved Sam so nothing could change my mind in those two weeks.
