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Mixed Bag - Chapter Thirty One
The Imaginary Man (Part III)
by rache
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Story Codes: M/F, Rom, Interr, Cheat, Cuck, Humil, Reluct, Preg?
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"I met someone," I licked my lips and Richard blinked at me across the small table where we were having lunch.
"What does that mean?" he wondered and he'd only just sat down after kissing my cheek. I'd arrived early, like I was eager, but in reality I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to see my husband, not like this, and I'd missed him terribly.
"He's a white man," I said quietly, while we pretended to look at our menus, sitting across from each other.
"Okay." Richard nodded.
"He loves me," I sighed. "Or he says he does anyway."
"Do you love him?" Richard swallowed hard.
"I think so," I looked into my husband's eyes. "I'm carrying his baby."
"You what?" He sat back like I'd slapped him.
"He's from Chicago," I explained, trying to keep the calm, measured tone I'd rehearsed so carefully. "He wants me to go back with him. To stay with him."
Richard didn't say anything so I kept talking.
"After we're divorced…" I put my menu down. "He's asked me to marry him, Richard. I…I accepted."
"I see." The man neither frowned nor smiled, but just sat there looking at me with his big brown eyes.
"What do you think?" I asked him.
"I wish you wouldn't." Richard looked down, avoiding me. "But if that's what you want…"
"You're not going to fight for me?" I asked him.
"Do you want me to?" he asked. "What do you want me to say?"
"Never mind." I frowned and we were quiet for a few minutes, until the waiter came and took our order and our menus away.
"I love you, Amber," Richard told me. "I don't understand why you were upset. Why you left me. And now this…What do you want from me?"
"I want you to be jealous, Richard." I stared back at him. "I want you to be mad, okay? I want you to slap my face and call me names. That's what I want."
Richard looked around as I'd gotten a little loud and I dropped my voice, leaning across the table.
"I want the man I married," I told him. "I want a man who thinks I'm worth more than…jerking off!"
"Shhh…Amber…" Richard cleared his throat. "You're making a scene."
"What?" I laughed. "Fuck it. Make a scene, Richard! That's what you should be doing. Not me. You!"
"Why are you doing this?" He shook his head. "I just want you to be happy, that's all."
"Do I look happy?" I asked him.
"No," my husband sighed and we looked at each other while other people watched and whispered. "Where's the papers?" he asked and I narrowed my eyes. "The divorce papers, I'll sign them."
"You'll give me a divorce?" I asked.
"It's what you want, right?" he shrugged. "Go to Chicago and have this man's baby?"
"There is no baby, Richard." I stood up. "There's no white man either. I just wanted to see what you'd do."
So it wasn't all my problem, I decided, leaving Richard to sit there by himself. I was going back to my dorm. Why couldn't the guy get mad? He should have been jealous, that's what I wanted. My husband was telling me I wasn't worth the trouble, that's what it felt like. He would have signed divorce papers right then and there. It wasn't reasonable to my mind. It wasn't how a man behaved, how a husband reacted to the news that his wife was leaving him for someone else.
I should have divorced him, I thought. Married a guy like Seth, someone selfish and possessive. I liked that. I wanted it and maybe even needed it. It made me feel safe knowing I had a man watching me, worrying over me. I thought I'd had that in Richard, but now I knew I didn't. I loved him though, that was the problem.
That and the fact that I was a coward.
I should have talked to him and I hadn't. I'd ambushed him, that's all. He wanted me happy, wasn't that important too? Richard loved me enough to let me go, or so it could be argued, and I'd thrown that selfless devotion back in his face. God! I was going crazy trying to sort this out. Why couldn't he be like all the other men? Why did my husband have to be different?
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"Hi." Richard smiled at me as I walked into our condo. I'd called him to say I was coming home, not saying when exactly or even why, but only that.
"Hi." I smiled at him and dropped my bags on the kitchen floor. I was going to cry.
"I missed you," he told me, standing at the stove cooking…Chili or something. I shook my head and walked over.
"Me too." I let him take me in his arms and hug me tightly and that was what I really needed.
"I'm sorry, Amber," Richard said softly. "I love you so much."
"Yeah," I nodded, just closing my eyes and pressing my cheek against his chest. "I'm not going to cheat on you."
"Okay," Richard agreed quietly.
"I don't want to do it," I whispered. "I don't want to see those movies. I don't want anything, okay? Just you and me."
"I'll get rid of them," my husband promised.
"Just us," I sighed and I hoped it was true, but everytime Richard made love to me, I wondered who it was he imagined I was fucking.
He wasn't really happy with our sex life either. It wasn't so good as it had once been and our lovemaking felt mechanical and obligatory. I wanted him often, but when Richard would take me, there was something missing and it was frustrating. I remembered him in the car that night, after I'd danced with Seth, and the urgency my husband had felt. I needed that, even artificial as it had been, it had been something and now it was nowhere to be found. After a few months it was getting to the point where I was almost willing to let him get another one of those movies, the interracial videos that turned my husband on so much. The spark that was missing, I wanted to believe, was his and I didn't know what to do about it.
We argued over little things and after nearly a year of marriage…had we made a mistake? It was depressing. After awhile we mostly just stopped. We didn't talk. We didn't fuck. We shared a condo and that was all. Shared some bills and some furniture. We were roommates, my husband and me. I found Richard's stash of interracial porn on his computer by accident. Photographs and stories, video clips and all that stuff. More disturbing were some of the emails he'd saved from men, white men presumably, who were interested in fucking me. My husband had opened some sort of account on a lonely hearts web site in my name.
"He did what?" Lisa was drinking her beer and I was just looking at mine. I'd moved back into my dorm on campus without leaving so much as a note behind for my husband.
"Yeah," I nodded. "Married black female seeking white men for dating and short term relationships."
"He was pretending to be you?" Lisa took a swig of her beer just so she wouldn't laugh. It wasn't very funny.
"I guess," I shrugged. "He put a dozen pictures of me on the website. The ones he said he'd never show anyone."
"Uhhh…What's the name of that website?" Lisa asked and then she did laugh and I rolled my eyes.
"Lisa!"
"I'm just kidding," she said. "God, that's kinda sick."
"Yeah," I drank some beer and made a face. "He was writing them back, those guys, telling them what I'd do. How I liked to…you know, do stuff with white men."
"That's really sick," Lisa frowned and then tried to smile, looking at my unfinished beer. "If I'd known you were coming back I'd have bought some wine."
"Well, I'm here to stay now," I told her. "I feel totally used, you know? Just…used. Half the city probably thinks I'm a slut. I'm afraid I'll be walking around the mall and some white guy's gonna recognize me. God! I can't believe he did that to me."
"Are you going to divorce him?" Lisa asked slowly.
"I don't know," I sighed. "I don't feel like I love him right now."
"He's not gonna change," Lisa predicted, pushing her glasses up her nose. "I mean, it's in his head. Richard wants what he wants, same as everybody does."
"Why can't he just want me?" I frowned and then I was crying again. "What about what I want?"
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"This isn't a good idea," I decided and I was ready to get back into the taxi, but Sheila was holding my hand.
"Why?" she asked and I really hated that question.
"I'm still married, for one thing," I frowned at her.
"You're separated," she told me. "That means you get to play the field."
"Doesn't change the fact…"
"That you're going to jump off a bridge if you don't have some fun?" Sheila cut me off. "Come on now, you look fantastic. Put on a smile. There's three billion boys in the world, remember that."
"Uh…so?" I laughed weakly.
"So let's go break a few, girl!" Sheila grinned at me. "And forget about what's-his-name. You should have taken off your rings."
"Don't start," I told my friend seriously. My rings didn't come off, not while there was a chance. But if there was a chance…What was I doing here?
"Okay, okay…" Sheila sighed theatrically as we entered the dance club and it was just like I remembered it from the one night Richard had brought me there. Notorious. That was fitting.
I didn't want to be there, not really, but Sheila was right. If I didn't have some fun, I was going to lose it completely. I was separated from my husband, but only in practical terms. Legally I was still very much his wife and the idea of cheating on him…I felt my stomach tightly knotted and my mouth was dry. I wasn't supposed to be out by myself like that. I wasn't supposed to be wearing a little red dress that hugged the few small inches of my body it covered. I wasn't supposed to be wearing the black stockings and three inch fuck me pumps I was balanced on. I was wearing a thong, for crying out loud, and made-up perfectly the way a married woman shouldn't be. Not without her husband holding her hand.
Sheila was right. I looked fantastic and it was the first time in more than a year that I'd dressed up for someone besides Richard. Supposedly that someone was me, like I was looking all hot and sexy just to spoil myself. To bolster my self-esteem and feel good after the degradation of Richard's secret betrayal. I deserved to be beautiful, that's what Sheila had told me and I desperately wished I could believe her, but I soon felt the hungry stares of all those men…wasn't that the real reason? I wanted to be desirable, even if it was only in the eyes of a stranger. Richard had his porn and his strange fetish and his loving right hand to keep him company.
What did I have?
I danced with Sheila for the first ten minutes, which was part of her master plan to get us all the attention we could handle. Two very attractive women, one white and the other black, grinding on the dance floor? Sure, guys love that stuff and while I wasn't exactly the type for dirty dancing, my friend was. All I had to do was play the straight girl for her impromptu stage act. And it was fun, I admit it. I love dancing and once we started I found myself relaxing and smiling, loosening up and forgetting everything else. Sheila was a good dancer and it had been too long for me.
Ten minutes, or fifteen maybe, that was all it took and when we returned to our table we had drinks waiting for us, a lot of drinks and of course they came with men attached to them. Black guys, white guys, handsome and otherwise. This was fun of another sort and if I was reluctant and out of practice, Sheila was neither and she'd finally settled on a tall, dark dance partner named Steven. He was hot and black and Sheila was making a point.
I wasn't ready to settle for anyone and my nerves were faltering as I held my left hand in my lap, rubbing my wedding band and wondering why Richard wasn't with me. Sheila was dancing a slow one, a close one, and Steven had her ass in his hands and that just made it worse somehow. The guy reminded me of my husband.
"Where's your husband tonight?" a voice asked me and I looked up suddenly, blinking at the man.
"Um…"
"Seth," he smiled at me. "Would you like to dance? Amber, right?"
"What are you doing here?" I wondered dumbly, but I'd only been in that club twice in my entire life and he just happened to be there both times? Either he lived there, I thought, or fate had a real twisted sense of humor.
"I live here," he shrugged and then laughed at the look on my face. "I'm kidding. Come on, they're playing our song."
He held out his hand expectantly and I wasn't sure why I was taking it, except that I remembered dancing with him before and how nice it had felt. That wasn't the reason though. I remembered how Seth had told me he was a jealous man, that if he were my husband I wouldn't ever be sitting alone in a club. Not for a whole night. Not even for five minutes, and those words had almost haunted me when I'd compared them so often to Richard's desires.
Seth was as handsome as I remembered him too. Big and strong, he was a construction worker who had the bearing of someone else, an athletic attorney or a stock broker maybe. There was nothing brutal or crude about him, but a sense of control and patience. It was strange and interesting actually, although I couldn't say why. I'd been attracted to him though, I knew that, and now I was again. A good looking white man with neat black hair and soft blue eyes, a nice smile and warm, gentle hands. I liked the way he held me and I'd somehow forgotten that the song was so slow when I'd stood up.
"Hmmm…" he sighed. "You smell good."
"Do I?" I laughed lightly and I had my hands on his shoulders while he held my hips and waist.
"Yeah," Seth nodded and he was being polite, keeping some distance between us as we moved. "A lot of women don't know how to wear perfume."
"Oh," I said with mock condescension. "You like my perfume."
"No, uh-uh," he gave a bare shake of his head. "I mean, I can smell you underneath it. You're not hiding. I like that."
"Thank you," I laughed again, flirting with him. "I think."
"Your welcome," Seth smiled and his hands caressed me through my dress, giving me a small squeeze. "So where is that husband of yours?"
"Um…" I frowned slightly. "I'd rather we didn't talk about him, okay?"
"Okay," he agreed. "I'm just trying to figure out why a beautiful woman like you is alone in a place like this."
"Me too," I rolled my eyes, maybe too playfully. The dress I wore was thin and tight, as I said. My braless breasts strained against the spandex like they were supposed to and my nipples were swollen pebbles, prominent and aching. The tops of my tits were exposed with deep cleavage and and Seth's eyes caressed my dark skin and God help me, but I liked it.
"We could go someplace else," Seth said softly and my heart stuttered as it picked up speed.
"Ohhh…" I smiled at that and shook my head. "That's not a good idea, I think."
"What if I said please?" Seth chuckled and I laughed because he had a certain boyish charm that I hadn't noticed before. I liked that as well. I liked everything about him and I wasn't supposed to.
Sheila had left me all too soon, deciding that Steven was Mr. Right Now and happily taking him home. Or at least to some motel room near the airport probably. That left me alone with Seth who had promised Sheila that he'd be on his best behavior. That was the last thing my friend wanted out of him, but she'd made a big show of it just for the sake of appearance in case something went wrong later.
"God, what am I doing here?" I wondered and I was a little drunk, but that wasn't going to be much of an excuse. I knew what I was doing, if only a little questionable on why.
"Looking at stars," Seth whispered and we were in the back of his pickup truck, sitting close together and wrapped in a thick blanket against the cool spring night.
"I should go home," I said and I'd been saying that since we'd left the club half an hour before, but somehow I never did.
"Amber…" Seth whispered and his arm was around me like we were a couple teenagers.
"Seth, I…"
He kissed me then, like I'd known he was going to and I wanted it, but I was frightened. I'd never kissed a white man in my life. I'd never kissed any man but Richard after our third date together. How long ago was that, a part of me wondered. Too long, a voice answered and my heart was going faster. My skin had goose bumps, but I wasn't cold. I was warm all over, inside and out. Seth was holding me close and his tongue was gentle as it slipped into my mouth.
Just a kiss, I told myself. That wasn't cheating. I'd let him kiss me and enjoy it. I deserved a kiss, didn't I? Seth's tongue filled my mouth and I tickled it with my own. I licked and suckled it gently, breathing slowly and feeling the man's humid breath on my skin. It was only a kiss and there was nothing wrong with that. I needed the attention, that's all, and Seth was such a nice guy, such a gentleman all night long. He'd stop when I told him to, I knew that.
We kissed deeply for many minutes and I stiffened slightly as I felt Seth's hand on my left breast. I wasn't wearing a bra and he found my swollen nipple easily through the thin material. I murmured and moaned into his mouth, trying to tell him no. But kissing him felt so good and my nipple was so hard. It was burning, flashing hot and cold beneath his thumb and palm as he pressed his hand against my body.
My clothes were on and he was just copping a feel. That's what I told myself and I felt like a high school girl again, warm in that old blanket and under the stars with a boyfriend. Seth was just stealing second base and every boy did that. I gave up my reluctance quickly and protested no more as my tongue slipped inside the man's mouth. We were sharing our saliva and making out recklessly, the way kids do. The way adults do when it feels just right. How long since it had felt like this with my husband? Too long. I just needed a man to hold me, nothing more. A man to kiss me and massage my aching breasts while I stroked his strong chest and stomach.
"Ohhh…" I took a ragged breath and Seth's mouth moved down my neck and he was kissing the tops of my tits, working my breasts with his hand and trying to free them.
"You're so beautiful, baby," Seth whispered, dragging his teeth lightly across my skin. "You're amazing."
"Seth…no…Please…" I sighed, catching my breath and shaking my head. "I can't go too far, okay? Just kiss me."
"I know," he said, pressing his lips to my flushed body, kissing the swell of my breasts. "I just want to make you feel good. That's all. Let me make it good for you, baby."
"Ohhh Seth…No…Mmmm…" I almost winced with pleasure as he worked my dress off my shoulders and beneath my breasts, both of them spilling into the cool air. I hitched a sharp breath at the sensation and my entire body flashed hot and cold with a shiver of pure excitement.
"Beautiful, Amber…" Seth breathed and I gasped as I felt his mouth on my right nipple, sucking my dark flesh between his lips.
Oh! This was what I needed! My tits were in pain with the desire to be kissed and licked and nibbled. Seth was working my right breast eagerly, drawing not only the nipple but the sensitive flesh around it into his hard sucking mouth. He washed my nipple with his tongue and worked his teeth gently into my skin, chewing on my breast and making me writhe with pleasure.
My other breast was in his hand and getting attention of a different sort. Held and fondled, Seth's fingers spreading and coming together to pinch my tender tit between them. My nipple was caught that way, as if accidentally, and he pushed and pulled it while his hand made love to my breast. It was heaven for me as I'd always enjoyed having my tits played with. They were my weakness, you might say, a quick and sure path to earning my affectionate gratitude and I had to stop him. In a minute, I told myself. This felt too good. Just one more minute and I'd tell him no.
Seth was very good at what he was doing and I was rather inexperienced, which might explain my slow reactions when I felt his other hand sliding up the inside of my thighs. I was feeling good all over, cradling Seth's mouth to my breast and urging him to bite me harder, to suckle my swollen nipple and ease the desperation growing in my tummy. It was distracting and so I was surprised when I became of aware of his fingers playing at the tops of my stockings and then drifting higher. I ignored it, pretending it was all okay until his fingertips brushed across my panty covered sex, teasing my already throbbing clitoris through the frustration of my thong.
"No…Seth, I can't do that…" I told him, meaning it this time and I reached for his hand, intent on pulling him away from my pussy.
"It's okay," the man replied between kisses, withdrawing his hand but only by an inch, keeping his fingers on the soft inside of my thigh. "I just want to touch you all over. You're so beautiful, Amber, so sexy…Let me feel you…I won't do anything you don't want me to, I promise…"
I found his mouth on mine again and I believed his kisses. I didn't close my legs, but let the man stroke my dark thighs, the hollows near my barely covered vulva. He stayed away from my pussy and that was almost worse. I was already so hot and moist down there I could barely stand it. My clit was buzzing and my panties were stained with my excitement. The wetness was trickling along the thin strip of nylon that stretched across my anus and between my cheeks as I sat there. I French kissed this white man long and deep, breathing his air and catching his eyes with mine from mere inches away. I wasn't blind, I had no excuse but the pleasure I'd been denied so long by my husband. I knew what I was doing, what Seth was doing to me, but I thought I could control it.
After a few minutes his hand was back and again I protested, but weaker this time as he silenced me with his lips and tongue and the fingers caressing my throbbing clit. I lifted my hips despite myself and I finally did try to close my legs, but that only trapped Seth's hand and seemed to encourage the man further. He was rubbing my pussy nicely and I felt my orgasm rising. The flood had been building for some time and my body shook with the effort to control myself.
"Ah! Ohh! Ummm…" I jerked liked a marionette dancing on strings of pleasure when Seth slipped my thong aside and his fingers found the raw flesh of my unguarded sex. I made as if I'd protest and pull away, but that was only a dream and a small one compared to the feverish desire that filled me.
He stroked my exposed clit briefly and then slipped a single digit inside my wanton cunt and I was lost. I was cumming and he knew it. He kissed me hard and pushed another finger inside me, cupping my vulva in his large, gentle hand while I came upon it. My legs squeezed together tightly and my pussy spasmed with the joy of release. The fire in my tummy seemed to explode through me, escaping through the clasping channel of my cunt. I was cumming for this man I barely knew, this white man who was giving me his tongue to suck while he fingered my creaming black pussy.
It was a wonderful orgasm and my first in a long, long while. I was breathless and dizzy, flustered with ecstasy and Seth gave me no respite. I suddenly found him between my legs, kissing my pussy as I lay on my back. The blanket was only barely soft enough, but I didn't care. Seth was pulling my panties down my long legs and his mouth was fixed upon my sex. I'd never had my pussy licked before. Not once in my entire life and I'd always wanted to know how it felt, but Richard had refused the one time I'd asked. I'd been missing out and the shock of unimagined pleasure was almost overwhelming. The sensations were everything I'd heard about from my friends and more.
I was going to cum again. I was helpless and all I could do was hold Seth's face to my pussy, gasping and begging him to do more. Whatever he was doing, I didn't want him to stop. I had my fingers curled in his hair and I was bouncing my butt off the bed of his truck, trying to find more pressure, more penetration from his tongue, more pleasure for my selfish cunt. I was barely able to breathe as the new experience seized me physically and even emotionally.
I forgot everything else. I forgot my fear and nervousness, I forgot my vows to Richard and my self-respect. Another man was licking my pussy and I was cumming for him, that was all that mattered. Seth was drinking my juices and making me feel special. I felt like a goddess. I felt wanted and worshipped for the first time since…I didn't know. I didn't care. I don't have any other words for it. I was cumming.
"Oh god oh god oh oh god…" I breathed, smiling and trembling and trying to find myself amongst all the stars in that beautiful sky above me. I was floating and high on my orgasms. They were the best and made so as much by my need just to have them as much as anything Seth had been doing to my body.
"Your incredible, Amber," Seth whispered and he blocked the stars and then his tongue was slipping between my open lips. I tasted myself on him and I wasn't shocked or revolted by it. I was beyond that and I washed the oily tang of my orgasm from his mouth, swallowing it for him and grateful for his attentions. I felt saved, if you can imagine it. I'd found what I'd been missing and…
"Wha…What? No! Stop…Wait…" I gasped and tried to move, awoken from my daze by the unmistakable sensation of Seth's cockhead as it rubbed up and down my slit.
"Shhh…Just relax…Let me inside, Amber…Uhhh…I know you want it, baby…Yessss…" Seth sighed with pleasure and I went stiff beneath him for a long moment as I felt his cock stretching the walls of my pussy. It felt thick and hot and after more than a month without sex I was unused to it at first. My sex was reluctant and I was reminded of my wedding night when Richard had taken my virginity.
"Seth…No! Please…I can't! I'm married…" I protested, pushing at him weakly, but he was a large man and much stronger than I was. "Please…"
"I just want to feel you, Amber." He kissed my face. "I'll pull out in a second, okay? I just have to know how you feel inside…"
"You promised…Seth…Don't…" I closed my eyes. "I'm married…Pull out…"
"I will, Amber," he told me. "In a minute…Just relax, this feels so good. You're so hot inside…So tight for me, baby…You're going to love it…"
He kissed me on the mouth, coaxing me to let his tongue inside again and I did. I was going to cry and my heart was being torn as I let this man violate my vows to my husband. My eyes hurt and I shut them tightly and he was kissing me and I didn't refuse him anything anymore. I was feeling his cock now, strong and thick and long as it reached for my womb. He was big, although I had no idea how large exactly, but he was filling me completely. The walls of my cunt were spread around him, parting with a welcome discomfort at first and then clasping around him eagerly once I was used to him.
I was panting and moving as I felt another orgasm rising against my desires. That was so unexpected. So wrong, to be enjoying the sensations of another man's cock in my pussy. I was frightened now and unhappy and I hadn't wanted it to go this far. But somehow I'd ended up with Seth's cock inside me and it felt good. I was primed for it. The man had gotten me so ready that I couldn't stop him. I wanted this and my body was responding.
My mind too as I told myself that Seth would pull out of me. He'd keep his word and pull his cock out before he came. I had to trust him and I was rationalizing everything. I was fucking him back and telling myself it was okay because he wasn't going to cum inside my fertile womb. I'd fought the desire and fought the pleasure and lost, my will was gone and once I realized it there was nothing left but surrender. I was broken so easily and I hated myself for it.
"Jesus, you feel so good," Seth whispered. "I love the way you fuck, Amber. I love fucking you, baby."
"Yeah…yeah…" I licked my lips, nodding and my legs were wrapped around his waist, my hands on Seth's shoulders as I pulled him into me. "Fuck me…Fuck me good…Oh that's good…Yeah, oh yeah…"
Seth was giving me long, deep strokes. He'd pull his cock almost completely out of me, leaving me with a strange and unwelcome feeling of emptiness for a second, and then he'd slide his cock balls deep with one thrust. It was heavenly being fucked like that. Teased and fulfilled all at once, and my body shivered with the anticipation of my pending orgasm. It was there, I was on the edge and I fought for every breath I could muster. My heart was racing and all I could think of was that I wanted to cum before Seth had to pull out of me. He was going to pull out and cum on my belly, but before he could I had to have that last great climax.
"I'm cumming…Cum…Don't stop…I'm there…" I gasped, hugging the white man as tightly as I'd ever held anyone in my life and my best orgasm yet hit my like a fist in the gut. I'd given myself to him completely, once it was clear that I couldn't stop what was happening, and now I was reaping the fruits of my infidelity. I was cumming on another man's cock. A white cock as I pulled Seth to my mouth, kissing him blindly and lifting my hips to grind my cunt around his prick. Nothing else mattered.
"Oh fuck!" Seth groaned and he was cumming as well, his cock already jammed as far inside my trembling body as we could get it and unloading a torrent of hot semen to flood my womb.
"What? No! No! Stop…" I shook my head, trying to regain my senses as I let him go, pushing at his shoulders and knowing that it was far to late for that. "Pull out…Seth! Please!"
"Oh fuck! Amber!" Seth ignored me and pressed his body on mine. I was pinned and helpless and the man was cumming inside my unprotected womb. He was long enough that his cockhead was right there, nudging the very bottom of my cunt, close enough to my cervix that I could feel his orgasm distinctly as it spurted hard against that sensitive bottleneck leading to my uterus.
"Oh God…Seth…" I sighed, going limp beneath him as my orgasm passed much too soon and his seemed to last forever.
To be continued…
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