Adultery When We Were Married by DanielQSteele1

[Ramesh_Rocky]

“Big enough, baby, big enough.”

I slipped the condom on and knelt between her long legs. I ran my fingers down her slit and they came up dripping. I held it to her lips and watched her lick them clean.
“You are such a slut.”
I lasted about five minutes the first time. Twenty minutes later she got me up again and I lasted twenty minutes before I came inside her mouth. I’d used a second condom but when I got close she had me pull out and slip it off and stick my cock, which was so hard it actually did hurt, into her mouth and she made it feel better.
The third time came about two hours later as we lay in a bed that reminded me of the one on the Bonne Chance, at least in its size. This time she mounted me and did a reverse cowboy. I’d seen it on porno films, but I’d never actually done it before. I guess I’ve been kind of slow, sexually speaking. Missionary, doggie, anal and oral had always been enough for me with Debbie and then Aline.
It was a strange sensation, watching her and visualizing her in her television persona and superimposing that over the naked figure slipping up and down on my cock wet with her juices. I almost felt like I was outside my body watching myself, except the sensation of hammering myself into her as far as I could go every time she rammed herself down on me was all too real.
Later she lay with her back against my chest and I cupped her sweaty breasts and played with the inch-long nipples.
“I still don’t really believe this.”
“Believe it, Mr. Maitland. This is all real and you felt very real inside me a few minutes ago.”
I kissed the back of her neck and said, “I could never even have daydreamed this six months or a year ago.”
She rolled over into me and kissed back.
“It’s only been six months, Bill. It didn’t feel real for me for more than a year after my split with my second ex. I felt—honest to God—like I was cheating on my ex, and we’d been divorced for awhile. But, sometimes—and I didn’t do this all that much—when I’d wake up next to a guy I’d have this momentary flash of guilt and wonder how I could be doing this to him—my ex. And I’d only been married for four years.”
‘It took a year?”
“To stop feeling guilty? No, about six months. But I still dreamed about him for another six months.”
She leaned back.


“I know it must feel like a hundred years ago since you were single, Bill. But we were all single before we got married. There is a life outside of marriage. There are millions of us, and most of us are pretty happy, most of the time. Just, stop being so serious. Have some fun and, if it’s meant to be different, it will happen.”
Sometime that morning I woke up with her nestled against me, her sweet smelling fragrance all around me, and realized where I was and who I was with. And, for the first time, other than the nights I’d spent with Aline, I didn’t feel as if I’d awakened into a nightmare, lost and alone.