Illicit DesiresCh. 03

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Saturday evening was difficult. I loved my wife. I also thought she was my best friend. Under normal circumstances just being with her made me happy, but not that Saturday. That evening I kept picturing her in bed with Pete Munson. It might have been easier if he hadn’t turned out to be such a complete asshole. Sadly he was a complete asshole and I couldn’t stop wondering why my wife was willing to throw our marriage away for him. I thought I knew Katie. I couldn’t understand how she could possibly be attracted to a man like that. During dinner Katie noticed my distraction and asked, “Frankie it seems like you’re a million miles away tonight. Is there something wrong?” I could see she was nervous. I was certain she was worried that I was still angry with her because she’d come home so late the night before. Fortunately I’d anticipated this situation. I had a prepared excuse, an excuse that would actually help me make my pretend trip to Kansas City more credible. Sighing, I shook my head and said, “I’m sorry, when I went into the office this morning I got a report that the latest specs on the bridge we’re building in Kansas City are below standard. I’m going to have to go back into the office again tomorrow and I’m sure that the next week is going to be a living hell for me.” Katie reached across the table and caressed my hand. “Poor baby, there’s nothing you can do about it tonight. Please just try to relax and enjoy the evening. The movie we have is supposed to be very funny and when it’s over I’m going to take you into the bedroom and make you forget all about that stupid bridge.” After dinner we cleaned the kitchen together. Once we were finished we cuddled on the couch and watched the movie. It was funny and for a little while I did manage to forget all about our problems. Unfortunately when the movie ended that temporary feeling of contentment vanished quickly. Recognizing that I’d slipped back into my funk, Katie pulled me into the bedroom, pushed me down on the bed and flashed me a lascivious smile. “Frankie honey, I want you to relax on the bed while I do little strip tease for you.” She pulled my shoes and socks off, fluffed up a pillow, put it under my head, plugged her cell phone into the speakers on her dresser and turned on an old rhythm and blues song. It was one of her favorites, “Take Me To The River” by Al Green. Katie started to dance. As I watched her I realized that this was the first time she’d ever done this for me. While I tried to convince myself that she was trying to take my mind off the bridge in Kansas City, I suspected there was another reason. She’d been doing it for Pete Munson. Now she was trying to assuage some of her guilt by doing it for me. My wife was a beautiful young woman and an excellent dancer. şişli escort I tried to relax and enjoy her strip tease, but I ended up having to pretend. I couldn’t stop imagining her doing that same dance for her asshole lover. Once Katie was completely naked she climbed onto the bed next to me and started massaging my crotch. I didn’t have an erection. As soon as she realized it she whispered to me. “Baby, you really are worried about that bridge. Let me help you forget about it for a little while.” She unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers. After she pulled them off she unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off of my shoulders. Katie was treating me like a king. This was something else she’d never done before. In fact, this was a complete reversal of our usual roles in bed. Normally Katie would lie back like a goddess while I gave her pleasure. From the conversation I’d overheard at Brady’s I gathered that Pete Munson was a dominant lover. I wondered if this was how Katie treated him. My wife slipped her fingers into the waist band of my boxer shorts. As she started pulling them down she said, “Why don’t we let your cute little penis out and see if he’d like to play. I’ll bet I can make him stand up straight.” The words cute little penis made me wince. I knew I was being overly sensitive, but when you know your wife is secretly sleeping with another man you tend to be a little touchier than usual. Noticing my reaction, Katie closed her eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry Frankie, that didn’t come out right. Baby you know I love your penis. I think it’s the perfect size and it always makes me very happy.” I smiled at her and pretended to be happy, but it was difficult. I knew she was lying to me. If my little penis always made her happy, then why was she cheating on me with that jerk? After slipping my boxers the rest of the way off, Katie picked up my flaccid penis and gently kissed the head. It felt wonderful, but when she put it in her mouth I remembered that it had been at least two months since she’d last done this for me. While I knew I was supposed to be playing the role of the loving husband, I couldn’t resist throwing a subtle dart at her. I quietly whispered “It’s been a long time since you’ve done this for me. I’ve forgotten how nice it feels.” Katie took my stiffening cock out of her mouth and stared at me. After a moment she closed her eyes and whispered, “You’re right, I’m so sorry.” For a second I thought she might start to cry, but she didn’t. Instead she took a deep breath, pulled herself together, slipped my cock back into her mouth and started sucking me with an enthusiasm that I hadn’t experienced since we first started dating. It was wonderful, but then it got even better. Katie took my cock out of her mouth, mecidiyeköy escort bent it back and stroked it while she kissed and licked my balls. This was something she’d never done for me. Her efforts created the desired effect. All of my reticence vanished and my cock quickly swelled to a full throbbing erection. Katie giggled. “I told you I could make him stand up straight.” She put my cock back into her mouth and started sucking me again. I hadn’t had any sex in over a week. Katie was doing things to me that I’d never imagined she would do. I was wildly aroused. It wasn’t long before I felt the familiar tingle of excitement building in my loins. I patted Katie’s shoulder to warn her that I was about to cum, but she surprised me and ignored my warning. She just kept sucking me. Suddenly a burst of raw pleasure exploded inside me and I started to ejaculate. Again Katie surprised me. She not only didn’t take my cock out of her mouth she kept sucking me while I shot several spurts of semen into her throat. This was another pleasure that I’d never experienced and I had to admit that it also felt wonderful. Katie kept my cock in her mouth until I’d completely lost my erection then she sat up and smiled at me. It was apparent that she’d swallowed my semen. That was something else she’d never done before. Smiling back at her, I said, “That was wonderful, but where did you learn to do all of that?” Of course I already knew the answer. Pete Munson had taught her. Katie’s smile disappeared. For a moment she stared at me. I immediately regretted asking the question. My one goal that evening had been to avoid doing anything that would cause Katie to think I might suspect she was cheating on me. Just as the silence was becoming awkward, Katie regained her composure and quickly said, “The girls in the secretarial pool at work talk about sex all the time. They told me to do that for you.” While I knew Katie was lying, I realized that challenging her wouldn’t be productive, so instead I laughed and said, “Please be sure to thank them for me. That was the most wonderful blow job you’ve ever given me.” That eased the tension. Katie giggled and said, “Thank you kind sir.” She fluffed up another pillow and lay down next to me. We both relaxed for a moment and then she leaned over, kissed my cheek and whispered, “Care to return the favor?” I looked at Katie and saw the desire in her eyes. Her obvious excitement spurred my excitement. Smiling at her, I said, “I would love to do that.” I wasn’t pretending. I mentioned earlier that in our sexual relationship there’s always been a subtle dominant submissive dynamic between Katie and me. Katie enjoys the dominant role. I’m comfortable in the submissive role. It was never discussed, it just evolved. It’s a spice that both of us enjoy. I’d just had an orgasm. Normally that dulls my sexual ardor for a few minutes. I was also supposed to be angry with Katie. Any display of sexual excitement on my part should have been an act. That wasn’t the case. At that moment, the prospect of going down on my wife had my entire body tingling with excitement. While I couldn’t understand it, I also couldn’t deny it. Slipping down the bed, I lay on my stomach between Katie’s legs. She pulled her feet back and parted her thighs. I looked at her pussy, it was freshly shaved. I assumed that she’d done it yesterday in preparation for her evening with Munson. I was momentarily confused. That realization should have triggered a response of anger and jealousy. It didn’t, in fact it actually it excited me. Unable to make any sense out of that strange reaction, I simply chose to stop thinking about it. Instead I closed my eyes and gave in to my sexual desires. Leaning forward, I kissed my wife’s cunt. She was already wet. Katie was just as excited as I was. I covered her moist sex with soft kisses and savored the feeling of her dampness on my lips. Katie lay perfectly still. Her apparent impassivity didn’t concern me. I knew her well. Her lack of response wasn’t due to disinterest. She was lying still because she was relishing the delicate sensations I was creating with my kisses. I extended my tongue. Katie’s breath caught as she felt my kisses turn into French kisses. As soon as I tasted her sex a surge of electric excitement rippled through my loins. Unable to control my own lust, I immediately started licking her. I’d planned to wait. I’d wanted to tease her for a few minutes before I started pleasuring her in earnest, but I couldn’t help myself. Ever since we met, kissing and licking Katie has always been my greatest passion. For the next few minutes I completely forgot about the problem that was plaguing our lives. I focused all of my attention on giving Katie the pleasure that was her divine right. My ardor grew into a burning desire to demonstrate my total devotion to her. Suddenly her affair with another man seemed irrelevant. It had no bearing on my love for her. Katie was my goddess and that was all that mattered. Slipping my hands underneath her, I gently raised her hips. When she realized what I was doing Katie pulled her feet back and pushed her hips forward in an effort to give me easier access. As I stared at her beckoning asshole a tiny voice in the back of my mind screamed at me. Stop! This woman has dishonored you. I ignored the voice. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted, no I needed to do it. Eagerly placing my lips against the entrance to my goddesses hidden tunnel, I willingly abased myself for her pleasure and excitement. Katie screamed, “Oh god yes!” And then in an effort to make herself even more accessible to me, she pulled her knees up to her chest. Excited by her response I began French kissing Katie.

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