Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

... thrusts became more forceful. I didn’t understand this turn-on and really I didn’t want to sleep with anyone else. I wouldn’t have agreed to marry him if I had. Sure, I liked to look sometimes, but that was the extent. I could always tell him yes, but not do it. He would be disappointed so I would have to come home with a story. It felt so weird and awkward, but I didn’t know how else to handle it. “I’ll do it.” He flipped me over and put me on my hands and knees. He took me from behind, fucking me doggy style, a position we rarely used. He held my hips tight and slammed his cock into me. The sound of his bare skin impacting with my ass filled the room. “Are you close?” I wanted to tell him that I couldn’t have been any further. “Yes.” His thrust became rapid fire. A few moments later it ended. He slammed into me one last time and exploded. We collapsed on to the bed together. He held me in his arms, neither of us saying anything. I couldn’t stop thinking about the free pass he offered. That night he fell asleep instantly. It took me an hour or two of rolling around and staring at the ceiling. The sun started to come up before I finally passed out from exhaustion. I didn’t understand this fantasy. I didn’t understand why it turned him. Most importantly, I wondered where it was going? Was this the end of our marriage or the beginning of something else?