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Date: Fri, 06 Aug 2004 22:31:26 +0000
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I have just completed the strangest night of my life, and I have
no idea what to think of it. My whole world has changed. I feel dizzy
and afraid and excited all at once. I guess to tell this story right,
I'd better go back to the beginning.
First a little background. My name is Mark, and I am a 29 year
old studio musician. I am happily married for 4 years, and I thought
my wife, Melinda, was too. But over the past few weeks, culminating
with tonight, I have found that I don't know my world as well as I
think. Let me say this, in the 4 years we have been married, as well
as the year before when we lived together, I have been faithful to my
wife. I mean, from the moment I saw her, I knew something special was
going to happen.
There she stood, raven black hair, green eyes with gold speckles,
5'9" of gorgeous woman. Not skinny, but rounded, soft, voluptuous.
When I first spoke to her I noticed she had the most beautiful
cleavage I had ever laid eyes on. Milky white skin, the kind that
looks like it will taste *so* good. That first time we spoke, I was
trembling. I hadn't been nervous with a woman since I was 15 years
old. It was crazy, she was just 21 and I was an experienced and
worldly 24, but her beauty made me tremble. Well, we dated for two
weeks before circumstances presented themselves to our being alone
and able to explore more than the long heavy petting sessions we had
shared, and by the time the night came, we were very close and
communicated so well. She had had five lovers before me, two of which
lasted less than one week, and none had lasted more than four months,
and none of these men had ever brought her to orgasm. In fact, from
her relation of the relationships, they hadn't much tried. So when the
night came, I took it long, and slow, and easy. Slowly I removed her
top, following my fingers with my lips, kissing my way down the front
of her body, as I undid the buttons of her blouse. Sliding it off of
her, I began to lick and kiss the skin around the edges of
the tops of her bra cups, and it tasted as good as it looked. I
unsnapped her bra, and slowly removed it, taking in the sight of her
beautiful breasts, the nipples already growing erect, surrounded by
silver dollar sized areola of a shade of pink which has become my
favorite color. I smothered her breasts with kisses, sucking each
nipple deep into my mouth, running my tongue around it. I must have
spent an hour just kissing and sucking and playing with her beautiful
breasts and by the time I was ready to move on, she was breathing
heavily and little moans were interspersed with "I want you *so*
bad...I need you...I love you" and as I began kissing my way down her
tummy, my fingers were already busy unbuttoning the sides of her
skirt. Slowly I slid it down her legs and began nibbling her toes, her
ankles, the inside of her knees, slowly I kissed my way up her thighs,
nibbling and biting gently as I went. When I reached her wet,
panty-covered pussy, I put my mouth to the material and just breathed
hot breath through it and onto her pussy for a moment, before slowly
drawing the panties off. My god, the sight of her beautiful, wet,
pink, pussy, it drove me wild, and after a few moments of teasing the
lips and sucking them into my mouth, I began slowly toying with her
clit, getting more intense moment by moment and she grew louder and
more vocal, making animal cries of lust, moaning loudly and arching
her back, so I redoubled my pleasureful suckling and all at once she
came, *hard*. With her thighs clamped around my head, I could still
hear her crying out, almost screaming, her whole body bucking and
writhing. I continued licking and sucking and she came for longer than
any other woman I have ever been with, and at the end she made me stop
because 'it was too intense'.
She said "Now it's your turn..." and motioned for me to lie on my
back on the bed. She kissed my chest and my stomach, tickling the
muscles there. She blew gently on my pubic hair, and then just spent a
few minutes examining my cock, which was by now pulsing with hardness.
She said "Warn me before you cum, I don't really like to swallow
'it'." I agreed, and she began the best oral sex I had ever received,
alternately using the inside of her mouth and the outside, usually
taking me within an inch of orgasm before switching. I was aching deep
inside for release, and was figuring to stop her before I came and
finish inside of her, and so just as I was getting very close to
orgasm I told her, and she stopped for a moment and looked at me and
said "It's ok, I love you...I want to.." and began sucking long and
deep, until I came very hard, and although a small amout 'leaked' she
swallowed almost all of it. And then, as we lay there, giving me a few
moments rest before we finally consumated our love, I asked her what
made her do that, and she explained that she never had before, and
thought that it was 'kinda yukky' until she felt how much she loved
me, and how much she wanted to please me, and how much she *wanted* to
taste me. Well, at that I was as hard as can be and I slowly slid into
the tightest, sweetest, wettest pussy I had ever felt, and began a
long delicious sexual peak which was capped by the fact that our lips
never separated the entire time, and although she bit my lip for her
second extended orgasmic interlude of the night, it was wonderful and
when I came, it was so much pleasure it *almost* hurt....
We moved in with each other two weeks later and the sex got even
better, longer, somehow deeper. Our love grew with it, and the next
year, after she got her Bachelors, we married. Our sex life remained
wonderful and just got better and better for the first year and a
half, but then between her job, and the fact that I was working with
several bands touring, we didn't see each other as much. Oh, our sex
life was good when we had time, but it got fewer and farther between.
When my job normalized a bit, it somehow seemed fine that we were down
to once every two weeks, and I have to admit, it had gotten a bit
routine. Now, I know one of the reasons Melinda fell for me was that I
wasn't boring/normal, and had the sort of job which allowed spur of
the moment fun, but I had become busier and must have lost some of
that charm.
So, two weeks ago, a group of very important clients was flying
in to meet for two weeks and discuss their advertising budget, and
campaign, with Melinda's boss. She came home and told me she would be
expected to sit in on meetings and lunches, and might be a bit late a
few days in the next two weeks. Now this had happened plenty of times
before, and so I didn't think much of it. The first week until the
weekend was fine, with Melinda arriving home about a half an hour late
two of the nights, but when Friday rolled around she arrived home
almost two hours late, and was distracted and slightly nervous. I
asked her about it, but she just said it was tension from work and
dropped it at that. I offered her a body massage with eyebrows
raised, and she declined, later as we watched television before bed I
tried to heat things up and she said she was *very* tired and needed
to sleep. The next day, Saturday, I had to play in the day, and then
when I arrived home, we ate dinner and she went over to a friends
house for an hour or two. When she arrived home, I tried to initiate
sex again, and she said "Ok, if that's what you want, I'll do it..."
and I got angry and asked her why she was being so distant, and she
just said she had 'alot on her mind'. The next day, Sunday, she spent
at her mothers, and other than eating dinner there, and a perfunctory
kiss when she got home, we didn't spend any time together at all.
Monday and Tuesday were repeat perfomances of Friday with Melinda
arriving home almost two hours late both nights, and then on
Wednesday, when she was two hours late, I called her at work to find
out what time she would be home, and Helen, the receptionist said she
had left over and hour and a falf before, and said she was going home.
Now that had never happened before and made me wonder, but when she
arrived home about a half hour later, I asked her how her day was, and
she said "Hard, I just got off a little while ago." So now I didn't
know what to think, and decided to see what was up if it happened
again tomorrow.
When 6 o'clock rolled around and Melinda still wasn't home I
again called, and Helen said "It's strange, she left at 5 exactly, but
her car is still in the lot". That was all I needed to hear and by
seven o'clock I was parked in the shade of a tree in the next parking
lot over, waiting...and at 8:15 a very nice Cadillac pulled into the
lot, with Melinda, and a man...My heart almost stopped..and as she got
out, she kissed him...I cried all the way home...My Melinda...Well, I
raced home and was in bed when she came in. I figured that this guy
was from the advertising clients, and they were set to leave Saturday
morning, and although she had been late, Melinda was not the type for
furtive quickie sex, and this was just a momentary lapse. So, tomorrow
night when she got home, we would discuss it, with him gone.
The phone rang at 1:07 the next day, I remember because I looked
at the clock as I picked it up. It was Melinda. "Bad news, we have a
huge meeting tonight, and one of the principles won't be able to get
here till 9pm at the earliest, and we have to stay until we're
through, I'll probably just stay at Karen's <a friend of Mel's who
lives about two blocks from her work> afterwards, and be home in the
morning"...."Sweetheart, don't do it.." was all I could say "I have
to, I really want this.." was her reply, a tremble in her voice, and
then she hung up. Her line was on voice-mail for the rest of the
afternoon.
At 4:45 I was sitting in the parking lot trying to decide what to
say to her, when she walked out with him, and instead of jumping out
enraged and beating him senseless as I thought I might, I ducked down
and watched them get into his car. I followed them to a very expensive
Motel, watched numbly as they checked in, walked to their room. I got
out and walked to the door. But I couldn't bring myself to knock. So I
walked around the back and noticed that the back of the place faced on
woods, and that each room had a small terrace with sliding doors and a
window. I went to the correct one and the window was open on the
screen, but securely covered by a blind, but the sliding doors had
just a crack of light showing and when I looked in, I could see most
of the room, and hear quite a bit of what was said as the bed was
beneath the window and next to the doors. They were sitting on the
edge of the bed and Melinda was talking about how she enjoyed every
evening that week, dancing, dinner, a play, and that she was scared,
because she hadn't been with another man since she married me. He said
she didn't have to if she didn't want to, and she said she wanted him
all week so badly that she ached at night and couldn't sleep. Those
words were like a knife, and I thought it couldn't get any worse, but
then they started kissing, deep soul kissing. He unzipped her dress
and when he removed it, she was wearing the Lingerie that I had bought
her two anniversaries ago. A corset with half bra with half her
nipples showing, sheer G-string panties, garter and stockings. He
removed his shirt and unlike me he had a hairy chest, he was darker
and more muscular as well with thick black hair. He bent his head and
began sucking her nipples, as his other hand undid the hooks on the
back of the corset, I could see him biting and sucking hard, and she
began to moan, stroking his hair and back. Another man was sucking my
sweet wifes nipples, and he was doing it in a way which was somehow
almost violent, and she liked it. My Melinda. I was trembling with the
jealousy and hurt of it, yet I couldn't bust in, and stop it, and I
couldn't leave. Part of me wanted to so badly, but I just couldn't.
After sucking and licking her nipples for a long time, he stopped and
removed the rest of his clothing while watching my wife play with her
nipples for him, and when he got to his underwear, we both
gasped. I was longer, but he was much MUCH thicker, with about 7
inches and very very fat. Melinda was unbelievably tight for me, so
this was almost scary. But she looked at it hungrily and said "That
looks like it is going to be very fun, take off my panties" and he
did. But instead of climbing on her, he asked her to spread her legs
wide, and she did...He spent about 5 minutes just looking and
examining the folds and entrance to my wife, and as he lowered his
face to her pussy, she said "No-one but Mark has ever done this to me,
or made me cum, Damon, make me cum...I want to cum for you" He
asked if she had ever had her G-spot rubbed, and she said no. I had
heard about it, but didn't know how to find it. He started sucking her
clit and running his tongue over my wifes pussy, sucking her juices
from her, sucking her clit deep into his mouth, and she was moaning
and sighing, whispering the love words I thought were meant only for
me. Then I saw him slide a finger into her and begin what looked like
a circular rubbing inside of her, aand she began to cry out and say
his name "Damon" over and over, and I could tell she was starting to
cum, but instead of peaking and receding she seemed to cum harder and
harder, bucking on the bed and screaming out, crying, spasming, saying
"Oh god, I've never cum like this, SO good, Oh GOD SOOO GOOOD!!!" And
while she was still cumming, he slid up her body using her sweat as
lubricant, and placed his huge, fat cock at the entrance to my wife's
little pink pussy, and he pushed, and it took a while and she was
cumming and screaming and scratching him the whole time. At this point
was where I began the wierdness, as I felt emotionally shattered, as
if my world was collapsing, as the most important person in the world
to me, gave herself to another, but I was also as hard as a rock, and
needed to cum myself, I was VERY VERY turned on. And the humiliation,
instead of stopping my hormones, spurred them on. I unzipped my fly
and began masturbating, using the pre-semen that my underwear were
flooded with as lube. When I turned my attention back to my cheating
wife, who was being unmercifully fucked into submission, it was with
greedy, hungry eyes. She was crying now, cumming and crying, and he
asked her if he was hurting her, and she said "Yes....but it hurts so
good.....I have wanted to be filled like this since I first felt a
cock at 16.....and I never knew it till now.....you are scratching an
itch that has never been scratched...fuck me Damon... fuck me hard!",
and with that he began driving his huge cock deepwithin my wife,
stretching her, fucking her through orgasm after orgasm, and then just
as I could tell he was about to cum, she stopped him, pushed him
off...I thought she didn't want him to cum inside her..for me...Only I
got that, or something like that, and by now I was VERY close to
orgasm. But when he looked at her quizzically she said "That was the
BEST sex I have ever had. I want to stay here all night and do it over
and over. I don't think I will ever think of sex the same way, or
enjoy it quite as much as this. There is something I want...sort of
symbolic to me...to remember this..." and she pushed him back on the
bed, and lowered her mouth and began sucking his huge prick, sucking
like a baby who was starved for mothers milk, and as his hips bucked
and he began to groan and moan she took him deep in her mouth and I
saw the base of his cock spasm and she began swallowing, drinking his
cum, I could see her throat working, and near the end she pulled it
out and I could see the cum in her mouth, and she was tasting and
savoring it, and I came very very hard.
They spoke for a few minutes about what they had shared, and not
only did Melinda express that she felt no guilt or remorse for what
she had done, but that she was going to talk to me and either openly
or covertly convince me that we needed to open our relationship, and
that in a few months she would take a Friday and a Monday as vacation
days, and spend the long weekend in bed experiencing his 'magic'. He
then suggested they go and make love in the jacuzzi, that he would
introduce her to the world of anal sex, and was promising her more
orgasms than she imagined possible as he led her into the bathroom and
shut the door. Since I had no view of the bathroom, and my mind was
awhirl with confusion, I left and went home.
So, here I sit, typing this, and wondering where my life will go
from here. I suppose I will be left with no choice in this
open-relationship thing, and even if I had a choice, I am not sure I
would decline, as I have *never* been as turned on as I was watching
her experience *so much* pleasure. Jealous? Yes, very. Hurt. That too.
But I have masturbated three times since coming home, once while
writing this, and believe it or not, I can't wait to get into her, and
to try and find this G-spot which drove her to such peaks of pleasure.
I won't leave her, I know that, and as long as she is willing to stay
with me, I know I love her. So, as I said, here I sit at 8am in the
morning, waiting for her to come home, wondering what she will say. I
will probably write more as our adventures continue. For Now....