I think most of us at one time in our lives have looked to higher powers for guidance and clarity. Everyone has called out karma for some quirky deed they witnessed. People have looked to their chosen GOD for answers to the most complex issues. Some people have even hoped that angels would keep them safe in times of duress. Serendipity must have been the name of my guardian angel. I know she was looking over me the day when I realized everything would be alright.
I started to hate myself for what I had become and slowly sank into depression. I felt as if my soul was being ripped from me every time I lusted over someone. I had kissed my husband with the same ruby lips that had been on another's body. I held him while I fantasized about multiple partners. We shared intimate moments as I plotted my next affair. My conscious was getting the better of me and I was dying inside. I definitely had a problem.
I became withdrawn as I looked internally to who I was. I would break down and cry over how I betrayed my husband's trust. I secretly lived in despair as I tried to shun the cravings of my libido. I tried to shut out my desires everytime Frederick, Jerry or Sean would call. I wanted to confess everything to my husband and hoped he'd forgive me. I prayed to GOD to give me the courage to come clean.
My moment of clarity came one morning during my routine makeup ritual. I had the radio playing and The Bird's song, Turn Turn Turn, came on. I had heard this song hundreds of times but I never actually listened to the words. I had always dismissed it as a snazzy song with no real meaning. Something that morning though made me pause and actually hear what was being sung. An epiphany came to me as I finally understood the song's message. It was like the singer was speaking directly to me. I was able to find peace and acceptance in who I had become.
I knew deep down I couldn't revert back to the shy little lady I was, even if I wanted to. I had discovered a lifestyle far from what I had known and I looked forward to new possibilities. I enjoyed being the main attraction as I satisfied exciting new lovers. I was enamored with the hunt of like-minded people to fill various sexual urges and needs. The thrills I felt as I had noncommittal relations couldn't be dismissed.
My biggest regret was that my husband, Rob, would usually be at home totally unaware of my catting around. I decided that I would rectify that inequity some way. I just wasn't sure how'd I broach the subject. Seriously, how do you tell your partner you want to fuck other people? Some people might be that honest, but not me, I was a coward. As weeks went by my schemes ran the gamut from being straightforward to outright deceit. I stumbled upon an idea that I had hoped would lead him down my chosen path. It was daring, highly dangerous, and was sure to succeed. It had to work, it was too simplistic.
I drug Robby with me on one of my evening walks. I had increased the distance of my walk from just the neighborhood to the nearby lake. I was proud of the strides I made and wanted to show him how far I had gotten. Hand in hand I led him to a small secluded place I discovered on a prior excursion. As the sun fell over the lake the shimmer across the water was like a guiding light. Again it seemed, my angel was watching over me. With Serendipity at my side, I knew I could pull this off.
I took my husband into a wooded area beyond the sight of the road. As he questioned me why we were in the dense trees I pushed him against a log. I immediately forced my mouth on his to shut him up. My hands cradled his bearded jaw as my tongue played with his. Reluctantly breaking off the kiss, I slid down to my knees and tugged his pants down. As the cool autumn air washed over me I gazed up into his green eyes and grabbed onto his penis. He screamed,"What the hell are you doing!"
I coyly smiled as I looked upon my loving husband. He stammered and stuttered as he tried to voice his concern about being caught. I shrugged away his objections and continued to manipulate his penis until he was fully erect. I was intent to show him that sex wasn't limited to just the bedroom. I took his penis into my mouth and gave him a long and sensual blowjob right there by the lake.
I had my lips firmly around him, my tongue teasing the head as my nails dragged along his legs. My head bobbed up and down on his 7" stick working to coax an orgasm from him. I used the tip of my tongue to follow the bugling vein protruding from his shaft. I teased a trail back up to the head popping him back into my mouth. I stroked his slick penis as my lips engulfed his balls, taking each one gingerly past my lips.
My finger slid along his sack moving toward his butt crack teasing his skin as my digit moved. My fingers danced over his balls as I kept sucking on his pole. My expertise had worked him up to a leg trembling climax. My effort was rewarded with hot blasts of semen into my mouth. I held every delicious drop he gave me within my cheeks resisting the temptation to swallow. I looked up into his gorgeous green eyes opening my mouth wide. I had him examine his deposit that rested on my tongue before I gulped it down. As my forearm brushed across my lips cleaning them off I said, "Well we better get home."
We walked toward our house discussing what just happened. He asked what had gotten into me and I told him it was something that I wanted to do. He said he enjoyed it though his focus was on keeping a lookout for authorities. He worried over the fact that we could have been caught. I told him that was all apart of the excitement, living in the moment and not worrying. He paused for a moment and absorbed my explanation.
That night as I showered Rob decided to join me. I asked him what was he doing and he told me he was following my advice. He was living in the moment and not worrying. He spun me around, bent me over and took me there in the shower stall. It was one of the most passionate moments we shared in a long time. This was the man I wanted, a take charge kind of man. I submitted my pussy to him allowing his carnal need to be satiated.
It felt heavenly as his cock abused my little pussy. It slammed harder with each thrust and my head bounced off the tile wall. He fucked me like it was the first time he ever had sex. My movements met his and in unison we both climaxed. I reached back taking his wrists into my hands pulling him into me. I held onto his arms as I shivered under the cold water. I didn't want him to slip out nor one ounce of his seed to escape.
We were curled up in bed talking about the evening's entertainment. I commented on how I loved being taken in the shower and told him to do it more often. He enjoyed the lakeside blowjob and began to toss out other places he thought could be fun. I questioned him about his concern over being caught. He decided I was right and that he came around to my way of thinking in which the thrill outweighed the consequence. I knew then I had him where I wanted him.
