Zoe’s Secret Lust - Sex Stories

Zoe’s Secret Lust

... pleaded with me "I thought if I satisfied him, he's go away! I was so stupid!"

"And the next time?" I asked

"Not for a few days, I thought "that was that", but he kept asking to see me, so I met him after work one night, thinking to speak to him, make him understand it was over!" She took a deep breath. "But, we wound up back here and..."

"And he fucked you again?" I asked, with genuine surprise.

"Yes," she said with her head bent low.

"How many times have you let him fuck you?" I asked, feeling the anger building inside me.

"Oh... I don't know..." She tried to deflect the question.

"How many times?" I demanded. "The whole truth!"

"Um..." she stuttered nervously, looking around, as if trying to escape.

"HOW MANY?" I barked.

"Every night you were at the gym!" she said finally, "Several nights each week! Sometimes at lunchtime, at work, we'd sneak off and I'd suck his cock." She started sobbing again.

I sat back and closed my eyes, trying somehow to come to terms with the fact that my wife was cheating on me so frequently, so easily. It went well beyond a simple mistake. Rafe was giving her something I wasn't.

We sat in silence for what seemed like forever, before I finally asked her the question I'd been terrified to ask. "You must have liked it. Why did you keep it up?"

Zoe just looked at me as if the words wouldn't come out. "Answer me," I said in a more assertive manner.

"I don't know... it was different I guess." She ...

... replied.

"Tell me the truth... You fucked this guy dozens of times! You don't know if you enjoyed it?" I said, getting more annoyed at her evasiveness.

"I don't know!" she lied, either to herself, or me, or both.

"Was it because of his big dick?" I asked, noticing that she was becoming more uncomfortable with my questions.

"I don't know! No! Maybe!" she said, confused and maybe afraid to admit it.

"I know it's bigger than mine, he made sure to point that out." I admitted.

"I guess, maybe." she admitted.

"Is that what you want?" I asked. Maybe stupidly, I thought too late, but there it was.

"No!" she cried, holding her head in her hands.

"Yes you do, obviously. I mean, you fucked him almost daily, he must be doing something I can't.....right?" I demanded, trying to get some honesty out of her. "I asked you for the truth, the least you can do is be honest with me after all you've done."

"What do you want me to say... that he's got a big dick and I loved fucking him? Is that what you want to hear?" She replied, angrily.

I though about my answer for a moment.

"If that's the truth then yes. I want honesty, otherwise we may as well forget everything, including our marriage." I said, looking deep into her eyes. "Is that the truth?"

She paused for a second. "Yes... that's the truth," she said biting her bottom lip as if she had more to say, then simply said: "I'm sorry."

It was as if someone had reached inside me and ripped my heart out. Our sex life was ...