Brief, Part 3

We spent the next day together in something close to bliss. We had found something in each others arms we had never thought to find. But now that we had found it, we were confronted with a decision to make. We consciously avoided that topic as strenuously as possible. We made love twice during the day, both times explosive and earth shattering in their intensity. We stayed to the back of my property to keep the neighbors big noses out of my business, but by mid-day, we were bored. We went into the house, changed into something substantial and as inconspicuously as possible, left the house and got in the car. As soon as he had pulled the car out of the driveway, I leaned over to lay my head on his shoulder, content just to be with him. We had no real idea where we were going, and as we drove further and further away from the familiar it became apparent that neither one of us cared. The day was a pleasant kind of warm, so the windows were down, air conditioner off and the wind felt so good that I found us both talking less and thinking more. And we all know what I was thinking… All in all, it was somewhat stressful.

My mind kept drifting back to last night and how incredible it was that we had found this. Two strangers, with nothing but an internet friendship to build off of. I wanted to tell myself that we were lucky, but just how lucky was this situation? I have a husband, who despite all of his faults, both in the bed and out of it, loves me more than life itself and would do anything (except make sex satisfying for me) to keep me happy. On the other hand, I have met a man who I am quickly beginning to enjoy spending time with on a more personal level who also has feelings for me. How is that lucky, exactly? But, I guess it’s better than nothing at all… somehow.

As we were driving and I was drifting between the incredible night we spent together and now, I found myself wanting him all over again. Even though I knew it was wrong and I knew I should be thinking about my husband, I wasn’t. All I wanted was to feel him inside me again… and again… and again. This man brought me to places I would never have known existed by the simple, purely erotic act of touching me. I placed my hand on his thigh and could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing with the act of driving, felt the heat of his body through his clothes… the telltale increase in his heart rate… and… oh my God… he was just as hot as I was. The evidence of that weren’t that hard to see and I was looking, I promise. I decided to tease him just a little bit. Running my nails down his thigh and back up, skirting his blatantly hard cock coming just close enough to make him think I was going to give him that pleasure. Up his belly and his chest, around his neck and his earlobes, making my way to his soft lips with my fingernails. Slipping my finger inside his mouth to wet it then pulling it back out to run it around his ear, blowing when it was just a little wet. Back down his belly to the waist of his pants where I began deliberately fumbling with the button. Slowly… I got the button loose, worked the zipper down and leaned over to whisper in his ear how badly I wanted to taste him, and did he know how hot he was making me? His cock twitched and I wrapped my hand around it, slowly moving up a bit then stopping. “Do you want me to leave you alone, sweetheart?” He shot me a look that can only be described as murderous that I took for a no. I lowered my head into his lap knowing there were cars flying by us in all directions and anyone of them riding in a vehicle just a little taller than ours could see everything that was going on, but they all had no idea who we were. Somehow, this made it that much sexier for me (and him too, he admitted later that night). I flicked the tip of my tongue over the head, tasting the proof I wanted that he was as excited as I was. I ran my tongue all around the head, down the shaft and back up to take him completely in my mouth and swallow him deeply into my throat. He thrust himself forward just a bit to get deeper and I pulled my head from his lap, grinning like a Cheshire cat to tell him he better pay attention to the road or I would stop. So he went back to driving and I took him back into my mouth. Sucking lightly, running my tongue in circles, then taking up a fast rhythm that I hoped would put him over the edge, running my nails lightly over his balls the whole time. About 10 minutes later, he put his hand on top of my head and began thrusting up to meet me, fucking my face just as roughly as we had been together last night. With a soft groan, he came, filling my mouth with his cum. I have never been a swallower (just couldn’t “swallow” the concept) but I did this once. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, I think it served to make me even wetter. I begged him to please pull over anywhere, that I needed him RIGHT THEN. He jerked the car to the right, pulled into the shoulder, and rolled up all the windows. While the tint wasn’t all that dark, it would serve the purpose. He pulled me over his lap and put himself inside me before I ever knew what was happening. He grabbed my hips, lifted me over him just a little bit and thrust his hips up into mine so hard and furious, I came within seconds. Two, three, FOUR times I came in that car before I finally felt him explode deep inside my body, causing me to cum weakly one last time. I leaned forward, my head on his chest to catch my breath and laid there quietly for a few minutes, relishing the after shock of a bout of amazing sex.
Gradually, we pulled ourselves together and headed back to my place, the need to get away completely “satisfied”. About a mile from my house, I started thinking again. “What if, what if, what if…” and I just couldn’t come up with any answers. I knew there was only one thing I could do, but could I really do it? About a block from my house, I looked up… and had a heart attack. My husband was home, standing outside waiting for me. Almost as if he knew what I had been up to. My lover saw him too, but by then, whipping the car around would have been out and out silly. He had seen us and we both knew it. “Oh shit” was all that I could say. He merely nodded his agreement with my very professional assessment of the situation. We pulled up to the house and got out of the car in silence. I didn’t greet my husband, and he did likewise. I waited for the barrage of questions that I knew were coming, but instead he said (almost nicely) “Let’s go in the house and talk.” With the taste of cum still swirling around my mouth, I took the hand my husband offered to me and followed meekly into the house… noticing that in the broad daylight, the gold of my husbands wedding band was exceedingly bright.

Once we got inside, I waited and waited for my husband to pull a gun or a knife or ANYTHING and have it over with. But much to my surprise, he kept a hold on my hand and led me upstairs, asking my lover to wait for just one second. (I hate the word lover, but in this case, I can’t give a name, so please bear with me.) I was scared to death, but the look on his face was relaxed, calm. So I went. Once upstairs, he pulled me into his arms so roughly, I thought I might lose my breath. He placed his hands on either side of my hips and ran them slowly up my sides to my neck where he gently stroked the skin. HE threaded his fingers through my hair, pulled my mouth to his and kissed me. I panicked. I knew he would taste it, and I knew I couldn’t lie my way out of this. I pushed him away (because damn it, he’s a gentle guy and couldn’t hurt me if he HAD to) but he held my hair tighter and pulled me back to his mouth. I guess I was so worried about him finding out that I didn’t realize at first just what he was doing. Once I relaxed, I noticed that this was the most passionate, earth shattering kiss my husband and I had ever shared. Oblivious to the man waiting downstairs for me, I gave in to this person who I had married, but who wasn’t the same person at all. I felt his fingers loosen their grip on my hair and firmly grab my ass… wait a minute now, MY ASS??? My husband NEVER did things like that!! Something was not right here. I knew if he kept on going the way he was going, he was going to reach my cum drenched pussy, but I didn’t care. For some reason, I knew that’s exactly what he wanted. He raised my leg to settle on his hip, ran his hand up my thigh and groaned when he touched my over wet pussy. He growled something like damn and dropped to his knees, once again shocking me. He had eaten me once in our married and dating life!! Even though I was in shock, and even though I was scared, and even though I knew who was downstairs waiting, and even though I had just been completely satisfied, I felt the beginnings of a potentially good orgasm. If he would only… OH GOD, he did. And I came, screaming his name out loud. He worked his way back up my body, pressing little kisses to my belly along the way. He waited a moment for me to settle back down, smoothed my hair with his hands and grabbed one of mine, leading me back downstairs to our “company”.

He was waiting, which surprised me given what he must have known about what had just happened. He was almost grinning!! I sat on the couch, hoping someone would tell me just what was going on. The men sort of grinned at me, then each other, but remained silent. I started to get angry until I realized that neither one of them looked as though he was ready to talk yet. So I waited… and waited