Barbara's Exposure Pt. 09 - Sex Stories

Barbara's Exposure Pt. 09

... smiled at him after swallowing it easily as we pulled into our drive. "But I'm sure I can persuade you to part with a bit more."

In some ways it was nice that Mark was there to deal with Barbara's immediate needs, as I still felt like I had a lot to sort out in my head. No matter which way I came at it, I could no longer reconcile having a normal life and holding down a job with having a relationship with a self-confessed whore who had proved that she'd be fucking different cocks at any opportunity.

And yet.

And yet as I watched the delight she took in allowing Mark whose only experience with women in the last ten years had been paid for, to ravage a body for which I knew she could have charged thousands, I couldn't help but admire her.

Was it my problem, society's problem, or Barbara's problem? Were there men out there who would jump at filling my boots, of having to manage a girl like Barbara, with all the complications that brought?

Would I rather be in Mark's position, in a sexless and passionless marriage?

Could I really turn my back on a woman who encouraged me to find other women attractive, even her own family members, and had already watched in pleasure as I fucked her best friend on several occasions. She was more than happy for our infidelity to go both ways with no detrimental effect, it seemed, to her affection for me.

I'd made my decision even after Mark had shot his second load of cum over my girlfriend's stomach and tits, and she'd ...

... immediately set about coaxing a third session from him, sitting down beside him and flicking through her enormous range of photos and videos.

I knew she wouldn't complain about me using that inviting, tight pussy which was waggling up at me as she nuzzled into Mark's crotch, whispering disgusting things about what she'd be prepared to do, which Mary wouldn't dream of. And the look of delighted joy she flashed me as I began hammering into her with vigour nearly changed my mind.

But after pulling out and covering her back with my thick white sperm, and waving Mark goodbye, a very smug look on his face after an excellent session with my soon to be ex-girlfriend, I broke the news.

I hadn't expected tears, but they arrived as I was delivering my decision. But there was an element of understanding, of resignation. Barbara realised that to consent to a long-term relationship with a 'woman like her' took something that very few men were able to commit to.

"I could only see it being different," I said consolingly, "if I was in a position like Charles, Julia's husband. If I didn't have to go to work, to constantly have people in my face about what a slut my wife was, that would change things, I'm sure. But I have to work, and I have to live a normal life. And I don't think life with you could ever be normal!"

Barbara took this as it was intended and laughed a little through the tears. Despite steeling myself, it broke my heart to see how upset she was. But she'd just swallowed ...