Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02

... so...I should be finished this refit by then. I spoke to Henrik about it all again the other day; he told me that I was silly for not coming to talk to him about it earlier. He's rearranged some of the work programs, freed me up a lot more so I should be home a lot more often," he told her.

Sigrid looked over at him as she cooked. "Mags, I probably haven't said this enough, but...thank you..." she said, her blue eyes filled with warmth and gratitude. She could see he was trying to work at their marriage. He smiled back at her. "Hey...I should be the one thanking you...after you went to New York I realized how much I was getting overwhelmed with work." He paused. "You know I was doing it for us..." Sigrid nodded, feeling a tear start to form at the corner of her eye; she wiped it away, turning back to the food cooking in the fry pan.

Sigrid felt terrible at that moment, conflicted over her choices in life. Her marriage, her career, family, babies, Magnus, Marcus. The last was the big wildcard, the factor that she hadn't expected on even a few weeks ago. She could deal with the pettiness of her family; continually sniping at her from the edges, criticizing her career choices. She could deal with Magnus and his focus on work; this now seemed to be changing with him recognizing the strain it was placing on their marriage. She could even deal with the issue of starting a family; it would happen when it happened.

But then there was Marcus; his entry into her life had been ...

... both unexpected and overwhelming. If it had been just a one-night stand, Sigrid could have written that off as a chapter of her life to be hidden away; she could deal with the guilt, work hard to be a better wife to Magnus. That was all if Marcus hadn't opened her eyes to something different. A different path in life, a path where she embraced her desires, pushed her boundaries, sought pleasure and vibrancy outside the confines of the world she had known up until that point in her life.

That night in bed as she lay under Magnus, his hips gently thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy, she pulled him closer, desperately wanting to feel the connection to him, to drive away the thoughts of Marcus, the guilt and shame that she felt for having cheated on Magnus twice with him. Magnus had been, and still was, a good lover -- nothing terribly adventurous, but good, steady, reliable. Deep in her heart, Sigrid missed the truly mind-blowing sensations that Marcus generated inside of her. It wasn't his size, his skill or even his race, though all of these played a role in creating an illicit and taboo aspect to their encounters. It was the sense of freedom that she felt with him, an ability to be who she wanted to be, wild and unshackled by the path that seemed pre-determined for her, despite her best efforts to be the person she wanted to be.

Sigrid pulled Magnus closer, kissing him passionately on the lips as she felt his thrusting growing increasing erratic as he approached ...