Fidelity Ch 02 - Sex Stories

Fidelity Ch 02

... hand you a business card, you’ll drop the robe. That’s how it works, right?” “Matthew, that’s not…” “Oh, that’s not it. Let’s see, what are the magic words?” He unbuckled his belt and unzipped. He brought out his hardening cock. “Get on your knees and suck.” I’d like to say I stood my ground and demanded we talk. That I somehow managed to turn our wrecked relationship around right there. Nope. I dropped my robe, fell to my knees, and put his cock in my open mouth. “You’re pretty easy.” The words stung, because they were true. So I poured it on, out of spite or some perverse need to mock his ridicule, I’m wasn’t sure. I didn’t just blow him, I worshiped his cock, rubbing it all over my face with feline relish, then sucking the head into my mouth and looking up at him adoringly. I batted my eyes at him. And I moaned and cooed like a porn star, an easy girl, would. He snorted, getting it. But I could see angry eyes peeking out behind his mask of wry contempt. This was exactly how he imaged I acted with Jimmy. I began bobbing up and down on his cock until it hit the back of my throat and then I pushed until he was in there, gagging me. I’d never done that without being forced. Not to anyone. I got that feeling again from earlier. Something like pride and relief combined with now with humiliation. I didn’t know what it was but what we were doing had me in a state. I wasn’t just wet from the bath anymore. Matthew grunted, pushing my head down further then pulled out of my throat. ...

... He grabbed a handful of hair and pumped his cock at my face. I flinched as powerful jets of cum splashed onto my nose, my closed eyes, and into my open mouth. Once he’d made a thorough mess of me. He twisted me around like a top and pushed me toward the stairs. I fell onto my hands and knees and crawled like a dog, into a familiar position. “You wanted the details? This is where I did it,” I said, looking back from my spot on the stairs where I’d let Jimmy ride me bareback. I was angry, I didn’t really deserve to be, but we needed to talk, not fuck. “Fucking… bitch.” Matthew lunged into me from behind. “ Ow , God. He felt so much better,” I moaned. “We’ll see about that.” Matthew grabbed two fist fulls of my short wet hair and yanked my head back, thrusting into me. No one treated me like this. I had no reference for what to do, say, or behave. My body did, however. It came. He fucked me harder and I came harder. “Who feels better?” “You do,” I panted. True fact. Despite my adultery. Always. “God, only you do.” Just when I thought he’d kill me with his cock, he let go, standing up. I swiveled around to confront his swaying wet cock. I grabbed the base with one hand, digging my nails into his abdomen, and cupped his tight balls with the other. I stuck out my tongue and flicked the head back and forth across it, stimulating only the spot just below the top where the glans and foreskin met. A moan escaped his lips and he humped into me. I kept up my efforts, pressing my tongue ...