I love reading as far as I can remember. But nothing provoked me to write something of my own than some of my favorite stories here. I re-read them and think how it could have happened in the real world, or at least in the world I believe in. Ultimately, I mustered enough courage to take the plunge and create a story of my own. I'm overwhelmed by the positive reviews I got. I really appreciate some of the comments I received on how to make the story more palatable for the general audience. So, it took time for me to work on the background while delaying the second chapter. Also, I had to learn and navigate the terms of publishing in Literotica. I had my fair share of slips, which I have no one else to blame other than me. So, I would like to apologize for the delay. Now we can move forward.
If you are comfortable with how chapter 1 flowed, please skip this prelude and jump to the next chapter. But I feel I need to clarify a few things based on the comments given for the first chapter. I hope it will rectify some of the blunders I did in the first chapter.
There were three major themes emerging from the comments for my first chapter. So, I thought of addressing them before going forward.
Many requested me to give a clear outline of the story. This is mainly because I said I didn't have one when I wrote the first chapter. I can now say without taking away the curiosity that this story will have five to six chapters.
Many also requested not to go into the affair because it happened in the past. Focus on now. But I don't believe that it was ignored and forgotten until it resurfaced during that fateful conversation. So many things happened till that moment and there will be different sets of incidents going forward. This story is equally about understanding the past while adjusting to the future. So, I will talk about their life leading up to that incident as well as how they moved forward. If you believe that, choosing to not divorce the wife is equal to "RAAC", they I think you are wrong. Unless you are a creature of that fetish, both will face the consequences. So, I hope you will have the patience to hold your judgement for a bit and read all chapters first.
Last is that the chapters were too short. I've learned my lesson by trying to artificially extend the chapters for the sake of word count. I don't believe it's necessary and I can't drag it just for the sake of word count. I have seen many stories going round and round on the same point, simply to get to 10000-word count. So, let me warn you now. Chapters will not be exceptionally long. They will be just enough to emotionally look at the situation.
Having said all this, let's jump to the story...
PS: Hey, just a head-up--someone mentioned it was a bit tricky to tell when the characters are remembering stuff and when things are happening right now. Since most of the story is about the past, I'm going to add a line of "*" at the start and end of the parts where something's going on in the present. Hopefully, that makes it easier to follow along!
Having said all this, let's jump to the story...
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It is fascinating to think about what happens to our mind and body when a man and women intertwines into the heavenly act of love making. Wars started and much of the literature was written on the feelings that foster the most primitive yet simple act of love making. What al these values, rituals and cultures failed to mention is that the simple act of a man and a women making love is the one and only way of survival for the humankind over millions of years. Though we believe we are civilized, our genes and primitive minds are still focused on only one thing. Creating a better gene pool for the next generation which can increase the chances of surviving mother nature. Though many were able to control this feeling to some extent, deep down all women admire and feel attracted to healthy and strong men. Vise versa all men are attracted to healthy ladies who can bare healthy children.
The most common situation stems from this genetic attraction is our ability let go all the social, and cultural norms when a man seek opportunity to spread his seeds inside a woman. Also, when a woman is about to welcome the seeds of a man. It doesn't matter whether it's husband and wife or lovers, nothing matters when a man or a woman reaches the pinnacle of love making.
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Andrea could relate this feeling to the amazing sun set she saw over the shoulders of Alex when she reached one of the most thrilling orgasms of her life. Even after so many years, she couldn't honestly say that she and David experienced a climax as strong as what she had at that moment. She understands that it's not the fault of David. She can't remember anything specific such as how big Alex was or how talented Alex was in love making, so she knows it's not because David can't measure up to Alex. Her primal instincts kicked into action at that moment when she was with a new man, lost in the nature and reaching the most important feeling of the basic human survival.
She knows that's one truth she can never reveal to David. She painfully browsed through the pile of evidence David had gathered to check whether there was anything incriminating to give away her secret. She had a sign of relief when she didn't find any. Despite all the other confusing thoughts, she knew one fact for sure. It will be devastating for David to confirm his fear that someone else has given his wife an orgasm he could ever match up. She promised herself for the millionth time since that day, not to let David feel that in any way. It is a secret that she must carry to her grave.
She broke down crying when she realized that even now, she sometimes relies on that moment to pleasure herself when she is alone. It's rare for sure, but she can't deny the pleasure she enjoys by living that moment again and again. She still fights the agony it brings when she remembers that she was weak to resist falling into that moment. It is the most regretful memory of her entire life. But that is also the moment she experienced the most amazing moment of her sexual life.
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She can still remember her feelings starting like a volcano. Their love of making slowly gained speed like the volcano is heating up and getting active. She can't remember when she started holding the bum of Alex and pushed them down to urge him to fuck her fast, she can't remember when it grew up to a boiling point and erupted blazing fume and smoke of passion high into the sky. She dug her nails deep into Alex's back and wrapped her legs around Alex to pull her in when she felt Alex burst out and spreads a stream of hot cum all over her vagina. She bit into Alex's shoulders to muff an earth-shattering scream escaped her mouth and had the orgasm of her life. It was like a Tsunami washing an entire coastal line once and for all. She can't remember how long she had that feeling. Like once ravishing tidal waves of tsunami slowly seep back to the ocean, she felt Alex getting soft inside her and their hearts slowing down.
After a moment she felt like an eternity, she opened her eyes. She didn't see the glowing orange of setting sun; she didn't feel the heat of passion which enveloped her a few moments ago. She only saw darkness. The outline of Alex on top of her, like a ghost invading her life darkening the rest of her life.
When the joy of cumming died down, sorrow of guilt and fear of rejection from the society and her loving husband jumped on her like a rash.
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The journey back to the hotel was the opposite of their ride to the beach. Andrea withdrawn herself to the far end of her sear away from Alex like Alex is nuclear waste. She felt even looking at Alex was a betrayal of her loyalty to her husband. She just got down from the vehicle and went straight to the room, without even looking back to say good night to Alex. Her vision was blurry for the entire journey and a single tear dropped when she reached her room that evening.
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She wondered why she remembered every detail of the events that took place on that day. Why does she remember every emotion like it happened yesterday. She wondered despite remembering every incident, every emotion, why she couldn't remember most of the things about Alex. She has heard and even engaged in girl talk with her bffs and they mostly talk about the size of the bulge they see on the guys they meet during girl's night outs. Single ladies often explain how they enjoyed life altering beatings to ecstasy from huge cocks, but she couldn't remember much of such details about Alex.
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She can still remember that she felt relieved David said he was going out with friends in a message earlier. She knew David would instantly feel her betrayal if she had to talk to him at that moment. She felt exhausted from the physical activities and emotional turmoil. She dragged herself to have a bath, cleaning herself thoroughly. Ordered a sandwich to the room and slept.
Tomorrow is a new day, and she should be able to start erasing everything that happened that evening.
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She was woken up by the sun shining directly on to her face through the window. She didn't even realize that she hadn't closed the curtains but was glad to be woken by the new sun rising, eliminating the dark clouds from her mind. For a moment, she followed the routine and started her final day of this trip.
Her fears came back the moment she entered the venue like thunder struck. She felt like it was tattooed on her forehead for everyone to see and almost everyone looking down on her for what she had done. She avoided others as much as possible and managed to get the job done for the day.
It was the last day of the trip, so everyone wanted to have a nice evening. They were planning to visit a famous local pub which also has a dance floor. She politely declined, saying she has a headache. Andrea simply wanted to be alone. She went to her room, called David as usual, had a change and lay on the bed. She closed her eyes to fight her own demons and get her mind ready to go home tomorrow.
Suddenly she was disturbed by a knock on the door. Who could this be? She was not expecting anyone at this time. She was irritated thinking this might be the room service trying to offer something she is not in the mood to accept. She dragged herself out of the bed to go and answer the door. She opened the door Anne was about to give a piece of her own mind to whoever the person in front of her, but she froze.
It was Alex who's standing in front of her. She was stunned. She didn't know what to do or say. One part of her felt embarrassed to face him after she was not being able to control herself last evening. She wondered for a split second whether Alex thinks she's too easy. The other half of her felt irritated. Why can't he let it go. They had a wonderful moment last evening, which she thinks cannot be matched again. Why is he trying to prolong this. Either way this is his show. He came here, so let him say why he is here. She patiently waited for him to talk.
"I know this is highly inappropriate, but I wanted to talk to you so desperately. Would you mind sharing a beer and listen."
