Just Once - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Just Once - Part 2

... does. He was not as good a lover as Alfonso, but he sure knew how to fuck me.

Guilt began to crawl back into my mind. I knew I was making a huge mistake, but Mathew could really fuck, and I loved his cock deep inside me. I love Alfonso and don't want to lose him, so I thought I should end this affair. Then Mathew rolled me on my front, pushing pillows under me. He fucked me doggy, then he fucked my ass. I was in sexual heaven cumming hard several times before he dumped his cum load in my ass.

We slept again.

Mathew woke me and wanted to go again, so we did, and it went on like that all night. I finally slept at about 4:00 a.m. I awoke to pee, and the guilt returned, not letting me sleep again. As I returned to bed, I saw it was almost 6:00 a.m.

Mathew stirred and pulled me to him. He had hard morning wood that I could not waste. I sucked his cock then he fucked me one last time. I came twice more with him, leaving me full of his cum. That was five cum loads that Mathew deposited in my body, one in my mouth, three in my pussy, and one in my ass. That was the most cum any man had ever given me in one night.

I left Mathew lying in bed, breathing hard. I slipped on Mathew's work shirt, smelling him on it. I went to the kitchen to make coffee. I needed to get Mathew up and away from me so I could clear him from my mind and clean my body of all of his cum. I had to become me again, Alfonso's loving yet no longer loyal wife. The thought of that made me incredibly sad. ...

... How could I have cheated on my loving husband?

I walked to the kitchen and made coffee, getting out two cups and a plate of biscuits as a snack. I heard Mathew shuffle into the room. He pulled me to him, kissing me hard.

Suddenly, all hell broke loose. There was gunfire, and the two coffee cups exploded, splashing scalding hot coffee all over Mathew and me. I screamed, with no words, just noise. Then there was another shot, and suddenly Mathew flew up against the counter and cabinets, crumbling to the floor, screaming in pain.

I looked across the room from where the shots had come from. Standing there with a gun in hand was Alfonso. "Oh God, Alfonso, what are you doing here?"

Alfonso was supposed to be away another night, yet he stood holding his gun. He had shot the coffee cups and Mathew. Oh God, had he killed him?

Oh my God, I thought, I am dead; Alfonso might as well shoot me dead where I stand.

Alfonso walked to Mathew and stood over him, pointing the gun at him. Then Alfonso barked instructions at me. I stood frozen in fear, not speaking as I had been instructed. I was too afraid to cry now, paralyzed, wondering what was coming next.

Alfonso was talking loudly to Mathew, pointing the gun at him. My brain was scrambled, and I could not understand what he said.

Suddenly, I had to pee very badly, and I could not move. I was dancing around, trying to hold my water. Oh God, I had to pee, or I would go on myself. Alfonso ignored me, continuing to talk ...