Her Affair

HER AFFAIR by OpticPro Christina and I had recently got together again after a separation of about four or five months. That came about in the first place because she'd been unfaithful, but that's another story. She had told me that there hadn't been anyone else during the separation, but I noticed that she seemed to have learned some new tricks in bed, and was suddenly keen on oral sex for the first time. This, together with some of the things which she said made me start wondering whether she'd been truthful in her claims of fidelity whilst we were apart. I thought I noticed that her fanny was bigger than it had been, but I wasn't at all sure whether this was not just a symptom of my growing paranoia. Certainly, when she asked me whether she was "tight enough" for me one night, it did nothing to allay my suspicions. Inevitably, I confronted her with my scepticism. I couldn't help it in the end. After beating around the bush for a while she realised that she couldn't evade the issue for ever. She admitted that she had been seeing Richard, the twenty year old younger brother of our next door neighbour. I maintained my reasonable facade for long enough to elicit that this had been going on for the whole of the separation, and a while before, and that he had been in the habit of spending nights in my house. Specifically, he had been spending them in my bed with my wife. Of course I exploded eventually, and a huge row followed. There was name calling, shouting, cup throwing and crying before it subsided into reconciliation and mutual declarations of love and forgiveness. She had assured me that the whole thing was meaningless to her, and promised never to repeat it. In turn, I accepted her apologies and said that we would put it behind us. After all, we'd moved away from the area and we'd never see the bloke again. Having dealt with the anger and recriminations, (at least for the time being), I found myself dwelling on the details . I tried to put it out of my mind, but I could not. In fact, I found myself imagining exactly what had gone on at every spare moment. We'd agreed not to go on about it endlessly and I managed not to, but I could not supress the increasingly vivid pictures in my mind. That night, as we made love, all I could think of was him on top of her in my bed. I kept returning to the bitter sweet acceptance that he had been pushing his dick inside my lovely wife, exactly as I was doing now. His hands had been all over her as mine were, in her most intimate places, and she had felt his erection inside her as she felt mine now. She must be comparing me with him, and comparing his dick with mine. I'm ashamed that none of this diminished my own excitement. In fact, it made my dick so hard that it hurt and I found myself thrusting into her like an animal. "You've got a very hard cock for me tonight" she said accusingly. Her tone was one of triumphant illumination, because she obviously knew what was turning me on, and made it clear without saying so. "Don't you like it?" I asked. " You know I love big hard dicks". ........"Dicks!" I snapped back, emphasising the "s" at the end of the word. She made reassuring noises, but I couldn't stop myself. I asked her how big his dick was, and persisted till she answered. Ordinarily, she would have lied to placate me, but she was appreciating the new order as much as me . I was shagging her hard , and she was pulling me in with her legs wrapped round my waist and fingernails digging into my buttocks. She kept saying, "fuck me harder" over and over again in what I can only say was a defiant and stinging tone of voice. I asked her again, and she said " A bit bigger than you actually" ....... adding as an afterthought, "..but it doesn't matter". It was the afterthought didn't matter. My cock detonated. I shot so much semen into her and with such power , that I could feel it splashing back onto my swollen knob. As I pulled out I continued to go off , firing hot streaks all over her white body then streams of white spunk onto her ginger fanny. She bent down and grabbed me by the balls with one hand whilst she wrung the shaft of my cock with the other. One final shower of sperm burst upwards onto her chin. In the following few weeks, our conversations were drawn time and again to the subject of her infidelity. I was filled with an indecent obsession about the whole thing, and my feelings on the matter swung through a wide orbit. That's a good word, actually, because at times I did practically go into orbit about it. I was jealous to a point where I replaced the bed and took the one which he'd fucked her on into the garden where I burned it on a huge bonfire with all the bedclothes and the sofa over which I'd by now learned that he took her from behind. I considered doing him serious harm at various times. It's just as well that my anguish was mitigated and gradually being replaced by the sweet torment which overtook me at bedtime. Although she deserved it, I can understand that she was getting pissed off with my bitterness and tantrums. It must have been obvious that the same subject which enflamed in me indignation during the days, enflamed excitement at night. Gradually, she began to use this to her advantage. She refused to tell me anything more about her affair, accusing me of being a pervert who was turned on by the whole thing. At the same time, she would make subtle references to it in bed and entice me to pry further. Then she would drip feed me with information and watch the effects. She was working towards a stage where I'd have to be up front about my feelings, and I knew that she'd manage it in the end. After all, her accusations were quite true if I'm honest and, by now I was consumed with a curious masochistic attitude to her adultery. She read me like a book and was ,little by little, taking control of things. Each time I would ask about Richard in bed she would take it further. At first, she was content with an admission that it turned me on, but things got more extreme from there on. She would tell me more and more intimate details about the sex she had with him and offer, for example, to show me a new way she'd "learned" to suck a man's dick. Actually this was more like having her mouth fucked. It involved her lying with her head back over the side of the bed while I stood next to it and put my dick in her mouth. And when I fucked her from behind, she would say things like, "That's beautiful. It doesn't hurt when you do it!!!" I passed the point of no return one night when she asked if the thought of her being fucked by Richard turned me on. I said that it did, and she wanted to see me wank about it! I wasn't keen at first, but she said that she'd tell me all about what she'd done with him and how big his dick really was if I did it. I'm ashamed that I went along with it in the fervour of the moment. In fairness, she gave me my "money's worth" and described what and how they had done in vivid detail, where they had done it and how she felt about it. "Did I say that his dick was a bit bigger than yours? Well, actually, it was quite a bit bigger." "How much bigger?" " Well, put it this way, I could put both my hands around it at the same time. Getting on for twice as big really." "But you said it didn't matter." "Did I say that? We say lots of things, don't we? But I thought you wanted to know. Shall I stop?" I shook my head. "Well then. Do what you said or I will. It seems to want it." She pointed at my erection, and I moved toward her with it. "NO!" she ordered. "You're not going to fuck me. Not yet anyway. You're going to stand there and wank off in front of me. You're going to show me what a fucking little pervert you are, and after that we'd better have heard the last of your grievances on the matter or I'll go back and get fucked properly by Richard or someone on a permanent basis. Is that clear to you, you cunt?" Did she call me a cunt? Speaking to me anything like that would normally have resulted very quickly in sitting outside the door on a pile of her clothes and waiting for a taxi. A curious receptivity to her ascendant posture was transfusing itself through me now though, and her unwholesome declaration excited rather than angered me, as did the spiteful tone of voice and the penetrating contempt in her ferocious green eyes. If there was a single moment in which I was subdued, this was it. "In future, if you think you're getting upset about that sort of thing go and have another wank about it and get it out of your system. In the mean time get your hand off your dick until I say so." At the same time I realised that I was actually wanking as she spoke, and that I had obeyed when she told me to stop. My cock stood up to attention and felt as if it wanted to burst, though, and I knew that I was enjoying the fact that she was in total control. " I should make you phone Richard and thank him for satisfying your wife , but I don't want to wake him up at this time of night. So in the mean time you can just apologise for being a nuisance about it and thank me for having the sense to go and get fucked by a real man instead of a pervert." I did as I was told! "Allright then. Let me see you pull yourself off. Slowly, and stop when I tell you. I don't know whether I'll let you come or not yet." She slowly walked around me in circles as I stood there in the bedroom pulling myself off. "It's funny how men's dicks are so different, isn't it? I was amazed when I saw Richard's the first time. I never thought he'd be able to get it inside me, but he'd made my fanny so wet when he was fingering me on the sofa that I didn't care if he split me open! Oh, by the way, all this isn't upsetting you, is it? I'll stop if it is. Just say the word, although I expect you'd have stopped wanking by now if you minded, wouldn't you? And you haven't. Have you?" She frowned down at the hard dick in my hand. "It's not just the size of a man's dick though, you know. Some dicks are nicer than others. Not just big, but nice to touch and hold. Richard's is like that. That's why he never had to persuade me to put it in my mouth, it felt just as good there as it did anywhere else. So good, in fact, that I didn't want him to take it out when he came. Of course, he insisted on pulling it out before he came sometimes, because he was keen not to get me pregnant, but that depended entirely where he'd put it in of course, and there wasn't much danger of getting me pregnant through my mouth was there? Actually, I was very responsible about that because I usually swallowed it as a sort of contraceptive precaution." "Having fun?" she asked, still circling as I stood there pumping my cock . I nodded, and she suddenly clouted me very hard on the arse with her hand. "Well, slow down. I don't know whether to let you come yet. In the absence of anyone else I might want you to shag me. Would you like that? I do like a big hard cock, and yours is certainly hard, isn't it?" She squeezed the end very hard. "On the other hand, I do want to see you standing there playing with yourself like a schoolboy until you shoot off for me. It's so difficult to decide. If Richard was here I wouldn't have this problem, would I? I mean, he can actually do it more than once in a day. In any case, I wouldn't need you to do anything much. He could fuck me and you could stand there and wank about it. You'd soon be finished and you could go and polish his shoes or something while we had full length sex. Full length, she repeated.... you can take that either way. So could I actually" That was about all I was taking. I grabbed her and threw her physically onto the bed! As I landed on top of her I grabbed a handful of her red hair and her mouth and legs opened wide at the same time. My cock entered her without guidance or delay, not least because her soaking fanny gave away just how much she'd been enjoying this game herself. "You bitch!" She smiled artfully and pushed her groin into mine. "Fuck me then", she said, "Give me what I deserve for being a whore". I wrenched her buttocks apart with my hands and rammed into her with my cock. "That's it, dick me! Give me fucking good dicking, you bastard!" I fucked her like I never had before, "Open your fucking slut legs wide and take my cock" I ordered as I pushed her knees up to her shoulders to penetrate further. "I'm going to stick my cock in your mouth from the inside. You're a dirty bitch and I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are." I could feel her coming already. I started to pull it out, and she fought to keep me in by wrapping her legs around me. She was trembling and breathing in short gasps and I knew that she wanted me to spray her insides as she came. I ripped the grip of her legs aways and pulled out, kneeling over her and tormenting her by rubbing her clit with the end of my cock. "Do you want it back in?" "Say please then" "PLEASE!" "Beg me!" "I beg you! Come on, spunk me now. Please spunk me!" I shoved my cock back into her and shagged her harder and faster as she whispered, "That's it! Spunk me now. Spunk me ...spunk me...spunk me!" She kept repeating as we both ascended into a historic orgasm. Strangley, as we lay there afterwards in each other's arms, there was a feeling of closeness. As I held her the cruel dominatrix melted back into the girl I'd loved, and she whispered, " You know I was only saying those things, don't you? It's you I'm with, not Richard , and that's because I love you." I nodded and fell off into a deep sleep. As I did she nudged me and said, "And just in case you don't know, Richard will have to learn a lot before he can fuck anyone like you can". " I know that, darling", I murmured softly as her head sunk to the pillow. And just to prove it, I added, "And I think, on balance, that you're even better in bed than your sister is." 5020 1.54/512345