Adultery He Fucked My Girl by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

At home, I immediately went into our bedroom. I got down my suitcase and threw clothes into it.

"What are you doing?" she asked alarmed.

"I'm leaving," I said.

"Baby, what --"

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN!" I screamed at her.

"I saw everything!" I cried, tears welling in my eyes. "I heard everything," I added, a sob in my throat.

I slammed the suitcase shut and walked to the door. "No, no, no," she wailed. She got in front of me and closed the door. She pressed her body against the door. To open the door I'd have to push her out of the way. Even in my furious state I could never do anything that might hurt her.

My shoulders slummed. "How could you Jen? You love him." I didn't even care about the sex. But she said she'd loved him.

"It's not like that," she said approaching me.

"Don't lie to me!" I cried. "And don't touch me!"

"Okay, I won't," she said her hands out consolingly. "Please, let's talk, okay?"

We sat on the edge of the bed, next to each other but not touching. I forced myself to calm down. "You've been seeing him," I finally said.

She looked down, not able to look at me. "Yes," she admitted.

"Since Paul's party."

"Yes."

"Pretending to pay so much attention to me," I said bitterly. "I guess you and Ricky had a good laugh."

"No Mike we didn't!"

"That's how Ricky acted!"

"Mike, he's an ass, you know he is!"

"But you love him anyway, right?" I said bitterly. "That's what you said."

"Mike, no, baby ..." she pleaded.

"I told you not to call me that anymore!"

She pressed her fists against her eyes feeling a mix of frustration and desperation. "Mike, please, listen to me," she pleaded. "Okay, I said that, I did, but it doesn't mean I love him like you."

Her answer wasn't very satisfying, and she sensed that. Not knowing how else to explain her feelings in words, she hugged me, "please Mike" she pleaded for me to understand. I tried to push her away but she hugged me tight, her body against mine. Then I got hard. I couldn't help it, not with her silky blonde hair tickling my face and her high heels pressing against my legs. She felt my erection, and she reached between us and rubbed me. At the same time she kissed me. I tried to pull away but she kept kissing and caressing me. It was a lost cause on my part. She pulled down my zipper and took out my cock, stroking me, and I pulled up her skirt. She opened her legs and guided my cock into her, raising her lips to ensure I was fully in. She wrapped her legs around me, making sure I stayed in her. I fucked her hard, and came inside her. As I lay panting, she tenderly kissed my face and stroked my hair, saying "I love you, I love you," over and over again.

Afterwards we lay in bed, looking into the other's eyes. "If this is going to work, you have to tell me everything," I said.

"I will," she promised.

"It has to be the truth, all of it."

"It will be, I swear to god."

I took a deep breath. Then I began. "That Wednesday. Did you see him?"

She looked down, ashamed. "Yes."

"You fucked him?"

"Yes."

"How many times since then?"

"I don't know. Two or three times a week."

My heart sank. So many times she can't remember. "Did you see him before Paul's party?" I asked, dreading her answer.

"No I didn't, I swear, only the times you know about."

"You swear?" I asked, pressing her. This point was really important to me. I needed to know when she started to cheat on me so I could start dealing with it.

She took my hand and kissed it. "I swear to god Mike, I didn't."

You have to be into the hotwife or cuckold fantasy to understand. Even as her admissions ripped out my guts, they also excited me, and my cock was hard. My erection pressed against Jen's leg. She reached down and took hold of my shaft. She didn't joke or comment over my erection, she knew I was hurting. She understood my fantasies and how conflicted I was.

"Ask your next question," she said softly, slowly stroking me.

I paused, then asked, "Why did you cheat on me the first time, in college?"

Jen hesitated, then said, "Because I didn't think I'd ever see him again, and I wanted him one more time."

"You're that attracted to him?"

She hesitated again. "If I tell you, you promise you won't get mad and leave?"

I prepared myself for the worse. "I promise," I said.

"Mike ... I lose control when I'm with him. I can't help myself. I don't understand it. Maybe some people are sexually crazy about each other, maybe that's how I am with him. I get wet when I see him. God, I'm wet now just thinking about him."

I guess her answer didn't surprise me, not after seeing them together. I asked, "Back in college, were you attracted to him then?"

"Yes, but I was with you."

"So you must have been pretty psyched that first time."

She didn't say anything.

"Were you?" I insisted.

"Yes," she finally admitted.

"Did you cheat on me back then?"

"No, god Mike, no," she said immediately. "Just that one time."

"But you liked it when we got together with him."

"Yes, I did," she hesitantly admitted.

"Then ... back in college ... why didn't you break up with me and be with him?"

She tenderly took my face in her hands. "The same reason as now. I love you."

"You said you loved him."

"But I don't. Not how I love you."

"But you love him somehow?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm not sure. Mike ... you have to understand ...when he fucks me and makes me cum like that, it FEELS like love ... but that doesn't mean I'm IN love."

I was hard as a rock. She got on top of me and guided me into her. Slowly riding me, she whispered into my ear, "As your next question."

"Does he fuck you good?"

"Yeah."

"Better than me?" She hesitated and I said, "It's okay baby, I won't get mad."

Hearing me call her by our pet name, the tension left her body. "Yeah, he fucks me better than you," she whispered in my ear.

"When I fuck you after him, can you feel me?"

"Not really."

"Can you feel me now?"

"Yeah. I can feel you more if I'm on top."

"But does it feel as good as him?"

"No."

I lurched and came. I held her, and then she rolled off and we snuggled, me stroking her hair, she stroking my back. "Have I ever gotten you as excited as Ricky?" I asked as I stroked her hair.

"Yeah," she giggled thinking back. "On our honeymoon, when you undid my top to let Kyle see me. And then you left me in the water with him, and I knew you were watching. That was so hot!"

"But it was Kyle who fucked you."

"Yeah, but honestly, he wasn't that good. I mean, he had a nice body and he was big, but he wasn't a good lover. What made it so hot was fucking him on our honeymoon, and you wanting me to."

What she said made me think a minute. She stroked my hair in the silence. Turning back to Ricky I asked "Why did you tell Ricky you think of him whenever you put on stockings?"

"Um -- you know back in college?"

"When you cheated on me?"

"Um, well, yeah. He told me he liked girls in stockings."

"I didn't know you had any."

"I didn't. I had to buy some, before I went to his apartment. I know it's crazy. I didn't think I'd ever see him again, and I wanted him to really want me."

"I think he wants you," I said dryly.

"Yeah but ... I didn't know that back then."

"You know ... I get turned on seeing you in stockings too. You know I think you have the best legs. It's a huge thing for me. You knew that back then, but you never wore them for me."

"I know Mike, but, I mean, you know I hate pantyhose. I only wore them for him once, when I thought I'd never see him again. I only started wearing stockings because I had to for work. It's not like I wear them for him now."

"But you think of him whenever you put on stockings."

"Yeah, but, I mean ...," she stammered. But then she relented and admitted the truth. "Yeah I do." Then she added, "I'll always wear stockings for you from now on, or pantyhose, whatever you want."

A long pause, and then she asked, "Are we okay baby?"

Another pause. "I don't know," I said truthfully. "If he's around, can you resist him?"

"I already decided, I'm not going to see him again."

"You didn't answer my question," I said frowning at her.

"Mike, I'm not a silly college girl anymore. Don't worry, I'm not going to open my legs whenever he's in the room."

Her answer wasn't entirely satisfying, but we left it at that. We were both too emotionally exhausted to talk anymore.

Ricky didn't take "it's over" very well. After she broke up with him, he called and texted repeatedly. Maybe he did love Jen. It was hard for me to believe a self-absorbed womanizer like him could ever love a girl, but maybe he did.

He wanted to meet with Jen to talk it over, to get closure, but she said no. I think she was afraid if she saw him they'd wind up in bed. The thing was, if this was just about sex I would have felt better about it. It would still have been gut wrenching knowing I couldn't satisfy her as well as him, but that was an exciting part of my fantasy.

But it got to be too much when it crossed over from sex to love. Jen said she loved me more than Ricky. But the fact remained she did love Ricky, she admitted as much. I believed her when she said she didn't love him as much as me. But wouldn't her love for him grow if they kept seeing each other? And could Jen really love more than one man? So in the end, wouldn't I get pushed aside for Ricky if she loved him as much as me, since physically and as a lover he was so much better than me?