Another Promise Made - Sex Stories

Another Promise Made

Spectacular was all she would say on our way home from Tuck's house. She’d spent all night, and all she said was spectacular. She was sitting next to me, saying nothing, but with a bemused look on her face.

God, Kevin, it must have been better than spectacular, maybe stupendous. She had a stupendous fuck, and all I got out of it was a stupendous hard-on, so far at least.

When I pulled onto our driveway, I stopped near the walk to our front door. I looked over at her, and she gave me a tremulous smile. I reached over and pulled Tuck's robe open and saw her tits. They were red and had a couple of bruises on them, together with his cum still on them. I licked it off and said, “You’re going to do it again, aren’t you?”

She looked at me and said, “Let me recover before I say anything.”

I nodded and helped her get out of the car and into the house. The first thing she did was take a long, hot shower and then collapse into bed and sleep. When she woke sometime after noon, she lay there stretching her legs and her arms to get them to recover from all the effort of last night.

Seeing her after Tuck finished with her, seeing as she was finally home, is both agonizing and exhilarating. She won’t tell me what they did. Why? Is he that much better than I am?

I got on the bed next to her and held her face-to-face. I kissed her, holding her tits gently, so I didn’t hurt her. I enjoyed feeling her next to me, her warmth, and the sound of her breathing.

Why am I hoping ...

... she’ll say yes? She wants more. While she was gone, I felt more alive and more aware. I could feel my clothes as they rubbed against my skin. The colors were brighter. Music more intense. All I could do was picture her with, shit, her lover, being fucked. I could hear the noises she was making for him. The scream when she came for him was intoxicating.

At the same time, there was a sense of hopelessness, knowing this was all happening for him, not me. Hell!

Last night changed me, and I’m not sure I can live with it. Double hell.

“I love you, Cheryl, no matter what you decide. Can I make love to you? Now?”

“Yes, please, Kevin. Just be gentle. I want you too.” She whispered back to me.

I started kissing her, moving down to her neck and shoulders. Then I moved to her tits, examining them as I did it. Most of the bruises were disappearing, but one was turning purple and yellow.

I continued down her until I was licking her clitoris She was moving under me, making the noises of enjoyment that I love to hear. That lasted for several minutes until she said, “Kevin, do it now. Your cock, in me. Now.”

I shifted and got ready with my cock waiting at the entrance, just teasing, when I pushed it in in one motion. Feeling my cock in her was so wonderful, I forgot to be gentle. I just fucked her as hard as I could until I came. My orgasm was off the charts as I spasmed and then collapsed.

We both collapsed and lay there panting. I closed my eyes and was holding her ...