Just Once - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Just Once - Part 3

... could keep me from having him. The lust created between us was like a raging fire that consumed us. Nothing outside that bed mattered an iota, not Alfonso, not my marriage, and nothing could stop us. Mathew wanted my whole body, and I wanted to be ravaged by this man and his large cock. We both wanted each other and took as much of each other as possible.

As I had explained to Dr. Wilson, when Mathew's and my body meshed together, it was like we were one, a sexual machine, drawing energy from every thrust of his cock inside my smoldering pussy. It was like he was the piston driving deep into my engine, pushing us to sexual heights I had never experienced. We were speeding down the straightaway, heading for a crucial curve, and when we got there, we exploded together in a massive ball of lust and sexual energy. It was the most incredible thing I had ever experienced. I want that same experience with Alfonso every time we make love!

I sighed as I lay there. My session with Dr. Wilson today will be the answer. Now I know that I have this need inside me, how do I harness that desire and feed it to Alfonso so that he is now and always will be the only sexual provider that unleashes my sexual demon for our pleasure?

I was feeling better and thought it was time to message Afonso.

My text: "Good morning, my sweet baby. I want to say I am so sorry for what has happened, but at the same time, I am also glad that it happened. I know that may sound strange, but I think I can ...

... explain it to you so that it makes sense. I hope your sleep was as good as mine was. The doctor helped me greatly, and my session with her today will give me the answers and work steps needed for our future. Yes, I said our future, assuming that you want us to have a future. I love you, Alfonso Friese, and want to make many little Friese's with you. Have a good day and be ready for me when I come home to you tonight. I will shower you with love and kisses and reward you much more. See you later, my love!"

I lay back, wondering what Al's response is or if there will be one.

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There was a light knock on the door, and my mom opened the door a crack, looking in. I was sitting naked on my bed and felt no need to cover myself. This was who I was, and everyone needed to accept me this way.

I glanced at my phone; it was 7:24 a.m.

"Good morning, sweetie. May I come in?" Mom whispered.

“Sure,” and Mom entered with two cups of coffee. God, I love her so much!

I didn't cover up; I just moved up, leaning against the headboard.

I looked at my mom, God; she was hot for a fifty-year-old woman. She was barely dressed, wearing a tiny pair of pink lace see-through panties and a Daytona 500 T-shirt my dad bought her at the big race years ago. I think Mom has worn the shirt to bed almost every night since we lost Dad in a drunk driver accident four years ago. Dad was the love of Mom’s life, as Alfonso is for me. When Dad died, Mom was devastated, as we ...