That first kiss
unleashed something in both of them that had to be
addressed. Both had been neglected for so long, and had
been in so much pain, that the chance to share intimacy overwhelmed
their normal response to resist cheating, and the guilt both felt as
they realized cheating was exactly what was about to
happen. Both rationalized that, if their spouses were
behaving like spouses should, neither of them would ... misbehave.
There was no
talk ... not at first, anyway. There were only more hot
kisses, as fingers tore at clothing, hers undressing him, and his
making her naked.
Both were as
ready as if they had engaged in hours of foreplay, and they landed on
the bed with twin thumps, writhing against each other, pressing flesh
to flesh and glorying in the feel of that touch. His hands
went to her breasts, and hers felt for his manhood. She felt no
shame. Instead, when she felt his iron hard penis, she felt only
relief that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
When he slid
into her she almost screamed, but bit it off, groaning with the
delicious ecstasy of being filled with hard prick. He felt
different in every way, both outside her, and inside too.
Her body jerked, suddenly unable to establish a rhythm, and she flailed
under his weight as he rutted into her. His gasps, as he pounded
her, signaled that he would not last long, but she didn't care, because
her own orgasm was rushing towards her like a freight train at full
speed. Part of her mind knew she'd feel miserable about this
soon, but she pushed that away and welcomed her orgasm with open arms,
straining up against him to achieve it. She heard his choking
gasps, and felt the warmth of his sperm, flooding her. Then she
did scream as something broke loose inside her and she thrummed with
the release she had been denied for so long.
They lay, as if
dead. He tried to roll off her, but she held him there, loving
the feeling of being pressed into the covers of the bed. They
hadn't even pulled down the bedspread. She envisioned
herself, lying spread eagled, naked, with a strange man on top of her,
but instead of feeling shame, she brought her arms to his back and held
him tightly. THIS man craved her. THIS man wanted
her. She still felt THIS man's penis in her, and the hot seed it
had left in her belly. She felt unaccountably happy, for the
first time in a long time. She kissed his neck, and he lifted his
head to look into her eyes.
"I'm not sorry," he panted.
"Neither an I," she whispered back. "Not yet, anyway."
"Can you wait to be sorry until after I can go again?" he asked, dragging in great breaths of air. "I didn't do too well."
"You were wonderful," she sighed. "You gave me exactly what I needed."
"You're not mad?" he asked, fear in his eyes.
"Not at you," she said, smiling.
"I want to stay this way forever," he sighed.
"We can't," she said. "You won't get hard again if we stay like this."
She pushed him
off, and showed him what she meant as she bounced up and got on her
hands and knees, pushing him onto his back. Her head swooped and
she took him in her mouth, sucking lovingly, while she toyed with his
balls. He groaned, and to his amazement, felt himself
thicken in her mouth.
"Ohhh baby," he moaned, his hand going to her hair.
When he was hard
again, she crawled up and did something that was a completely new
experience for her. She got on top. He helped her socket
his prick into her dripping pussy, and she sat down on him with a groan
of satisfaction. She felt his hands come up and mold her
breasts. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she
felt like she HAD breasts, as his fingers squeezed and massaged
them. Then his hands went to her up-thrusting nipples and
squeezed them gently.
"Mmmmm that feels so good," she moaned, rocking on his prick.
"My, but you look nice today," said Jeff, remembering that she'd said that was an appropriate kind of compliment.
She remembered
too, and laughed. She was amazed at how free she felt to do this
forbidden thing with this delightful man. She looked down at his
eyes, and saw the man she should have married, instead of
Phillip. She pushed that away too.
"Suck them," she said, leaning down to present a nipple to his mouth.
He did, and her pussy fluttered as she had an orgasm. She writhed against him, loving every second of it.
"I can't believe
we're doing this," said Jeff, staring up at the naked woman on top of
him. Melanie was beautiful, but somehow she paled, when compared
to this woman, who had come so alive, so quickly. He really did
wish they never had to stop doing this.
"We're not
supposed to be doing this," said Roberta, feeling no guilt at
all. "But I can't tell you how happy I am that we are." She
sat up, letting his prick dig deep, and her belly rippled as she
squeezed him with muscles she had just realized she had control over.
"I can't believe I'm about to cum again," he gasped.
She leaned down,
aware that she wasn't protected ... that her status as a good Catholic
girl was making her vulnerable to the sperm he'd already put in her,
and was about to add to.
"Cum in me," she whispered, imagining her abdomen swollen with his baby.
After the second
time, they lay there long enough for the guilt and reality of the
situation to settle back in. In a strange way, as they cuddled,
the feel of flesh on flesh was fine. The intimacy of touching
each other in non-sexual ways was acceptable. The knowledge of
what they'd just done, though, was less so, for both of them.
Both were still wearing their wedding rings, and both of them felt them
on their fingers.
"I'm not sorry," insisted Jeff, mostly to himself, and mostly in an attempt to convince himself that he wasn't.
"Why does life have to be so unfair?" asked Roberta. "Why couldn't we have met each other years ago?"
"It wouldn't have been the same," said Jeff. "We might not have even been attracted to each other back then."
She looked at him. "I can't imagine myself not being attracted to you."
"That's just because I just had my way with you," he said, smiling tentatively.
"As I recall, I'm the one who attacked you," she argued.
"I've never done this before," he said softly.
"Neither have I," she said.
"I don't even really know you," said Jeff.
"I feel like you know me better than my own husband," sighed Roberta. "Is that terrible?"
"Only because you deserve better," said her lover.
"You're sweet," she whispered.
"Do you want to go again?" he asked suddenly.
Her hand felt for him, and found he was half hard.
"Can you?" she asked.
"With you ... yes," he said.
"Good."
After this time
they got up. Roberta felt a natural urge to shower, but she
suddenly felt like she didn't want to wash him off of her.
Instead, she got back into her clothing, feeling guilty for wanting his
scent to cling to her ... for wanting his sperm to stay deep in her
belly, where she suddenly felt like it belonged.
"I have to tell you something," she said, breaking the silence.
"Don't tell me ... you're married," he quipped, and grinned.
"I'm Catholic," she said, ignoring his attempt at humor.
"So?" He sounded like it was nothing.
"Catholics don't use contraception," she said.
He turned and stared at her. "Why didn't you tell me?" he moaned. "I could have pulled out!"
"I didn't want you to pull out," she said, hesitantly.
"Really?" He sounded amazed.
"It's kind of
hard to explain," she said. "Part of it is because we believe
that whatever happens should happen ... is part of the plan. Part
of it is that I kind of wanted you ... what you gave me ... to have a
chance. Is that OK?" she asked, worried.
"Are you kidding?" he gasped.
"I just thought you should know," she said. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. That wasn't fair to you."
"What in the world are you talking about?" he said, wonder in his voice. "You're the one who could get pregnant."
"That's the
point. You should have had the opportunity to decide whether or
not you wanted that to happen," she said, as if it was the most
reasonable thing in the world to say.
"I couldn't have
stopped myself if you'd have promised me you WERE getting pregnant,"
said Jeff, blinking. "Just the fact that you told me that
has me stiff again!"
"Really?" She looked at the front of his pants.
"Didn't I tell
you I wanted children?" he asked. "I mean, I know I'm not
supposed to want them with someone other than my wife, but the thought
of you being pregnant ... because of me ... I have to tell you that
gets me going."
She looked him dead in the eyes and said: "Good, I know how to get you going later tonight."
"Maybe we should talk about this," said Jeff, uncertainly. "We've only known each other for what ... a day and a half?"
"I thought you wanted to make me pregnant," she said.
"I do!" he yelped. He looked surprised. "But I'm not supposed to want to!"
"I'm not
supposed to want you to do anything we just did," said Roberta.
"But I don't regret a single second of it. I wanted Phillip to
make me pregnant. If he won't, then you'll do."
He looked crestfallen. "Is that all I am?" he asked. "Just a handy supply of sperm?"
She went to him.
"No," she said
softly. "That's not what I meant at all. This all happened
so fast. I know neither of us planned for anything like this, but
it happened, and I can't help how I feel. Something
happened, and I loved it. I don't know if I love you. I
don't see how we could possibly be in love right now, but I know how
I'd feel if I was pregnant with your baby. I'd feel
wonderful. Isn't that strange? I don't understand it
at all ... but that's how I feel."
"We definitely need to talk," said Jeff.
"How about over supper?" she asked, rubbing her stomach.
Jeff looked at
her hand, rubbing over the place where his sperm was ... the sperm that
might, at this very second, be penetrating her egg. He felt
something between a weakness that threatened to drop him to the floor,
and a rush of adrenaline that threatened to enable him to float up into
the air.
"Yes ... supper," he sighed.
"And then we'll come back here," she said, confidently.
"Back here," he repeated.
"Of course," she
said, airily. "We just got started. I haven't been made
love to in over four months. I have a lot of catching up to do."
"Ohhh, baby," he groaned. His prick was firming up even more.
"I love it when
you call me baby," she said, kissing him gently on the lips.
"Now, if we don't leave, I'm going to have to take your clothes back
off, and we wouldn't want that. You might make me pregnant."
She kissed him again, and then pulled him to the door.
Jane and Roger
were walking by Roberta's room, when the door opened and she and Jeff
came out. Both of them looked like they'd just gotten out
of bed, and they were holding hands. When they saw Jane and
Roger, their hands dropped apart, and both looked as guilty as it was
possible to look.
Roger's sudden impulse couldn't be denied.
"Don't feel to badly," he said, walking up to them. "You're not the only ones who feel that way."
"Is it that obvious?" choked Jeff, as Roberta turned around to face away from them.
"Don't worry
about it on account of us," said Roger, taking Jane's hand.
"Didn't Bob say that what happens here stays here?"
Roberta slowly turned back around and looked at Jane.
"Did you two ...?"
Jane flushed darkly.
"Not yet, but I
have a sneaking suspicion we will. We're on our way to dinner
right now to try to stave it off a little longer."
"You're kidding!" said Roberta, surprised to her core that the woman was being so honest.
"I even made him
walk down this side," said Jane calmly, "because my room is over there,
and I don't know if I could make it past my own door."
Roger just squeezed her hand gently.
"We'd offer to have supper with you," said Roberta, "but Jeff and I need to talk about things."
"We've already talked," said Roger, smiling. "That's the problem." He squeezed Jane's hand again.
"We didn't talk
very much," said Jeff. Everyone looked at him and he
blushed. "What I meant was that we talked for a little while, and
then things just kind of started happening."
"That's kind of where we are," said Roger. "We're going to dinner to try to keep things from happening."
"Why?" asked Roberta. "You're not married."
"I'm engaged," said Jane. "Or at least I was until I started talking to Roger."
Roger looked at her, surprised.
"I don't feel very engaged right now," she said darkly.
"You want my advice?" asked Roberta suddenly.
"What's that?" asked Jane.
"Skip supper," said the woman, running her fingers through her hair.
"Don't joke with me," said Jane. "I'm having a hard enough time as it is."
"I'm not
joking," said Roberta. "I have no idea what happened in there."
She nodded toward her room. "But somehow, I can't help feeling
that it was the right thing. I know that sounds crazy, and I have
no idea where all this is going to end up, and I know that what
happened in there was ... wrong ... but I also know it was a good
thing." She looked at Jane. "You might find out the
same thing."
Jane looked longingly at Roger, and pulled her hand away.
"I'm still not sure," she said.
"Then go to dinner," said Roberta. "That's fine too."
They walked on, together, until Roberta stopped again, looking at a room door.
"Isn't this your room, Roger?" she asked.
"Uh ... yes," he said. He coughed gently. "I didn't want to mention that."
Roberta looked at Jane, who was standing, wide-eyed, looking at the door.
"Jane, are you really hungry?" she asked.
"No," whispered Jane, her shoulders drooping.
"Then wait until
you are," said Roberta gently. "I know an excellent way to work
up an appetite." She blushed. She couldn't believe she was
acting like this, but she felt free for the first time in years.
As Roberta took
Jeff's hand again, and pulled him away, Roger was taking the key from
around his neck and moving to his door. "Don't look at
them," Roberta hissed to Jeff, who was craning his neck to watch.
"Oh Roger," came Jane's defeated voice, just before they heard the door close and cut off her moan.
