I woke up with my head on his smooth chiseled chest. One of his arms was behind his head while the other held me tenderly and close, as if he wanted me to know I was his. I loved it. I loved being claimed by such an incredible man. I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I was to be with him.
He groaned and slowly opened his eyes. They were gorgeous, small and deep blue that shimmered even with no light around. I gently kissed his cheek as he turned to me.
"Are you hungry?" I asked him quietly, giving him light kisses down his cheek and neck. I knew he loved it when I did that, and all I wanted to do was make him happy.
"I could eat." He said playfully. Ryan pushed me on my back and made his way down my stomach, kissing me until his head was nestled between my legs.
I felt his warm tongue ferociously lapping my clit while his large fingers penetrated me. I tightly gripped the sheets of my marital bed. He was incredible. He was everything I wanted in a man. He knew exactly what a woman wanted.
"Let's get some breakfast." I barely made out between moans. I reached over and rung the bell on the nightstand. Within a few minutes my husband, Paul, walked in the room with two plates of food.
"Set it down on the dresser. Ryan and I will eat after he's done eating my pussy." I grabbed Ryan's head and pushed him deeper between me.
This dynamic began about a month ago. Paul works as an architect and I as a real estate agent. We had actually met in this very house. I had just finished giving a tour to one family when I saw him staring a staring at a painting I had chosen to put up in the other room. A lot of guys who came to the open houses alone were just hoping to recreate a porn scene where they hook up with the real estate agent. Instead, Paul said he was interested in the design of the house and told me his ideas of how he would expand it. He spoke with such appreciation and knowledge that it was hard to not be entranced.
After a few romantic dinners Paul kissed me out of the blue. We were walking on the boardwalk. I gripped his arm and complained about a bad day at work when mid-sentence he turned and kissed me. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. I was falling in love for the first time.
5 years of marriage later, in the same room we met, I came home to see him fucking one of his coworkers on our couch. Between my screaming tirade and his profuse apologies it's hard to remember exactly what happened. I ran to our bedroom and slammed the door behind me, trying to hide my pain and tears in the pillow. It's now the same pillow that I gripped whenever Ryan fucked me in the ass.
I made Paul sleep on the couch. Each night he would walk with me to the bedroom door, begging me to forgive him but I shut the door on him. More than feeling betrayed, I felt utterly disgusting and inferior. Looking in the mirror made me hate myself. The large breasts and thick round ass I used to think were great features on me now made me feel fat and ugly. Even though I was petite and got plenty of looks at the office, I couldn't convince myself of anything else.
I stopped going immediately home after work and instead went to the local bar. I thought alcohol would numb the languish I felt. I found something even better.
I was sitting in my usual corner with my drink in my hand and my eyes closed when I heard a soothing voice in front of me. The muscular, well-dressed man sat down beside me and introduced himself as Ryan. His shy smile complimented his thin face. His facial hair was almost too perfectly trimmed, to the point where in my drunken state in made me chuckle. Nevertheless, the way his words buzzed in my ear and the way his brown locks softly swabbed his forehead made me desire him.
The next thing I remember is we were in the backseat of his car passionately kissing when I had the most brilliant idea. We drove back to my home and I led Ryan by the hand to the living room where I found Paul getting ready to sleep.
"Paul, this is Ryan." I said with a big smile. I walked to Paul and kissed him. "Ryan, this pudgy excuse for a man is my husband, Paul."
"What the fuck is going on?" Paul sprung from the couch angrily.
