Zoe’s Secret Lust - Sex Stories

Zoe’s Secret Lust

... dominant, demanding, rough. He made her buy those sexy outfits, dress like a whore for him. He degraded her, used her, leaving her sweaty, sore and exhausted. He fucked like an animal, without mercy, or concern for her. Raw, unapologetic sex.

When I asked her if she would be upset if she never slept with him again, she paused.

"Okay, I'm not going to lie to you," she said. "Yes. I loved his cock, his animal passion, his dominance over me. I'm sorry you have to hear this but he gives me something that you don't, or can't. It made me feel alive." Her saying this really hurt, but it was something I needed to hear. "But having said that I want to save our marriage, that's more important than anything to me right now."

Zoe asked me how I felt and I told her how devastated I was, but in fact I was desperate to learn what had turned her on so much, what I needed to do to win her back. She asked about me getting turned on by her telling me about it. I told her I couldn't explain it but her sexual honesty was strangely the hottest thing I'd ever experienced.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," she said. "It was so hot telling you about it, it made me so wet."

I asked her if she had spoken to Rafe since I found out. "He calls me every day, I mean, we do work together." she replied, "I refuse to discuss anything outside of work. But yes I have spoken to him."

She said he'd been trying to contact me to apologize, which of course I knew. She told me he feels terrible. But she ...

... also said he'd been trying to get her to see him again. "He can't feel that terrible then can he?" I said. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him no of course," she said.

"But you want to see him?" I asked her.

"No, not now, after what he did. I'm still mad at him for telling you. I should never have let him take pictures!"

"At least he told me," I said. "If it had been up to you, you'd still both be sneaking around behind my back."

She knew I was right.

"Fuck.... I'm a terrible person aren't I?" Zoe said softly, perhaps realizing just how much of a slut she'd been.

"If I said you could go and see him, would you?" I asked her.

"Of course not, I've been a horrible person, but I'm not going to go and do something like that, with everything that's happened."

"What if I said I was OK with it?" I asked, a little afraid of the answer.

"Still no, not now." she replied. "I hurt you, but he betrayed me and made it worse, in fact did it to hurt you, not caring if it hurt me too."

I actually felt better hearing this, but I wasn't sure it was the truth.

As the next few days went by Zoe and I felt closer than we'd been in years. We sat in bed together, read dirty stories and looked at porn on the laptop. I told her more about how every time I thought of her slutty fucking around, I got aroused. Not because sharing her was my thing, but because I learned she was uninhibited, and unreserved, and what really turned her on. Part of me was still determined to ...