Sue the Nymph: Secret Union

Thank god the wedding was short. I sat next to Jayson trying to mask my squirms and silent screams during the ceremony. He suspected something but thought little enough of my behavior to not pay me much attention. I wasn't sure why he was so focused on the wedding but I was nonetheless grateful.

How could I have been so stupid? How didn't I know? Was I so slut-blinded that I couldn't tell the difference between my own husband and some random? I knew there was something off about him in that room. I just thought Jayson was being extra. I never thought for a second that it wasn't my husband.

So, there I sat watching Cris and Cris, or Cristian and Cristina, get blissfully wed after several break-ups and make-ups. The wedding followed their most recent make-up. The Cris's were meant for each other. I guess they finally realized what everyone else saw for years and decided to make it official. Watching them exchange vows, rings, and tender kisses helped me realize why Jayson was so captivated by the moment. That moment also helped me realized why we enjoyed going to weddings. We always felt all lovey-dovey after the couple made their promises and sealed them by passionately pressing their lips together in an extended display of love and affection. Jayson and I would hold hands, look into each other's eyes, and become swept away by all the emotions. Emotions that would start off gentle and romantic, but would quickly end hard, raunchy, and damn near disrespectful. That wedding, despite my previous visit to the realm of debauchery, was no different than the others.

Not long after the ceremony and a few less than desired interactions with people I didn't care to exchange pleasantries, I found myself, again, pressed against the same wall from earlier. At least that time it was the right person rolling around inside me. The pretend-whore feeling from before was replaced with something more real for meeting the qualifications of a true slut. I rationalized my actions from earlier by telling myself that I was just too turned on by the thought of having secret sex with Jayson in the back room of the reception hall. But that math didn't math. For once, I decided to be a bit honest with myself. I kinda knew it wasn't Jayson in the room with me before. Sadly enough, that turned me on even more.

That small dose of honesty opened something within me. As if something tightly bound had broken free, all sorts of revelations poured into my sex'd out brain like a river breaking through a dam. I knew it wasn't Jayson, and I was glad it hadn't been. I wasn't really ashamed, I was afraid of being found out. That is why I initially couldn't sit still and watch the ceremony. I felt like all eyes were on me instead of the bride and groom. Like everyone could see the deceit on me.

More thoughts poured in. Shameless, skanky thoughts. The thought of Jayson stirring some other guys cum inside of me. Him thinking that the foreign seed was my wetness brought on by excitement, drove me insane. The other guy towered over me like a giant. His hands were large and strong. His cock filled me to the brim without the full length being inserted. I was lying to myself earlier. Telling myself that Jayson was tiptoeing in that back room and that I got him so excited he grew several additional inches. My husband couldn't achieve any of that on the best of days.

I was shameless in that moment, while Jayson plowed away at my previously stretched hole. My husband certainly couldn't fill me like the shadowy dude did but he had other tricks up his sleeve that didn't require a massive cock, height or strong hands to pull off.

Being married for as long as Jayson and I were, and having a sexual appetite as large as mine, Jayson knew exactly how to please me. My loving husband, with his few short comings, learned my body early on in our relationship. His smooth hands remembered every curve of my slender frame. His tongue was an absolute blessing between my legs, and anywhere else for that matter. He knew exactly how and when to talk during sex and despite his small but good enough size, Jayson knew how to hit my G-spot and would last for an eternity grinding into if the time permitted.

I was going back and forth between feeling wonderfully slutty and feeling like an awful slut. While I wanted and appreciated all that I received and was receiving at that moment, I couldn't help but feel shitty. I cheated and my husband was unknowingly splashing around in the evidence. Ruining the crime scene.

"Damn, I love you, Sue!" Jayson grunted.

Jayson was close. I knew he wanted nothing more than to empty himself into me and I shared his desires. One thing I grew to love about Jayson was how strong his orgasms were. It wasn't just the trimmers that engulfed his body causing him to tense up and claw at what ever he could get his hands on to keep from falling over. Which was me, most of the time. It wasn't just the dozens of four letter words spewed at me in the heat passion. It wasn't just the look on his face. A look which signified his climax. That, or his soul leaving his body. What would ultimately drive me up the walls was how Jayson would completely bury himself in my battered pussy, Kung Fu grip my waist, and blast my cervix with endless ropes of hot cream. While my dear husband was unable to fill my needy walls with pulsating dick meat, he was more than capable of flooding them with his sticky release.

That night was no different than the last, despite the fact that Jayson's was the second load I received. Just like many times before Jayson pelted my innards with his fluids causing me to experience my own earth shattering orgasm. He knew just how to feed me. I shivered violently and fell against the wall, becoming unplugged from Jayson's persistently spurting hoes. I felt a few steamy spurts shoot up by back and shoulders before my knees came to a rest on that familiar floor which seemed way colder than it had been earlier.

"I fucking love you, Jay!" I gasped.

Jayson helped me up from the floor. I knew I probably looked a mess and I was feeling even worst for enjoying the moments spent in that back room. Both of them. It was the first time I was unfaithful to Jayson. I was conflicted. I wanted to tell him so bad, but I knew he'd be super-pissed and would probably hold it over my head forever. Sure, I didn't think he'd leave me and I would never leave him. We both promised that even if something like what I did earlier that evening occurred, we'd work past it. I supposed I had no choice. Our marriage was as good as it was because of our honesty with each other. I had to tell him. It was going to suck all kinds of ass.

I decided to wait until we got in the car, so as to not make a scene. I told him I needed to seriously speak with him outside and he quickly agreed out of concern. After reassuring him that he wasn't the one in trouble we headed for the exit hand and hand. I hoped like hell not to run into anyone. Yeah, it was a doosh-move to try and leave without even wishing the newly weds luck on their new journey into matrimony. But, the Chris's would understand. We had an emergency or at least that was the excuse I would use if I had to. While making our way toward the door, I realized two things. One, my back was exposed and surely Jayson's cum stains were visible in the bright light of the foyer. The first thing helped me realize the second, we didn't have our coats.

I stopped abruptly and considered going back for the coats but quickly reconsidered. I decided we didn't need them at the time, we had more pressing matters to attend to. I needed to get out of that dress. I needed to tell Jayson about earlier and have my pretty little head bitten off. And I needed to do it then. Before I could step off after quickly spinning on my heels I felt an article of clothing cover my back and shoulders, followed by eerily familiar hands wrapping the piece of furry material further around me. Those hands. Those large, strong, dark hands. Hands whose left ring finger gleaned brightly like a flash light, blinding me as I glanced down at it. Fear and unbridled shame hit like a stone wall and I was nearly knocked to the ground.

"You two leaving so soon, the party just started?"

Chris said loud enough for all to hear as he stood there looking at us with a wide, bright grin.

"This motherfucker!" I screamed to myself, beneath a clearly fabricated smile.

End. TBC.