A Simple Walk in the Woods - Sex Stories

A Simple Walk in the Woods

... if you can forgive the other thing that I've done and will tell you now, but I really had no choice. Over the last couple of years the idea of having children has completely freaked me out. I simply can't do it, and to be sure that you couldn't talk me into it while at my sisters' houses I had an outpatient procedure that ensures that I can't conceive."

Again I had a reaction that Elsbeth couldn't possibly have predicted. The first thoughts that went through my mind were "I wonder if Rachel has my kids if when she's nursing I could still suck on her luscious melons." That thought really weirded me out. After I shook my head I had a more conventional thought, though still with less anger than Elsbeth or I would have expected.

"Since what I wanted to talk to you about tonight was that it was time to start a family or we are done, you've answered my question. We are done. I'll get the divorce rolling this week."

Elsbeth inexplicably started to cry. "Why are you crying? You had to know that would be the end of us. I could have gotten past your tryst but not denying me children after we always agreed that we would have them."

"I hoped against hope that it wouldn't; but combined with my cheating I can't blame you. Do you want me to find another place to live right away, or are you going to move out?"

Again, more weirdity entered my brain. "Fuck no I'm not moving out immediately or asking you to; until your blowup doll simulations the last two times that we had sex ...

... you were a great fuck and I'm horny as hell." I didn't tell her that Rachel had made me that way. "I intend to fuck you until the divorce goes through or until I find something better. Take off your top!"

The next few minutes there were startled expressions from Elsbeth. I don't really remember exactly what they were; I wasn't really listening to her. For some reason my cock had saluted and all that I could think of was pounding her pussy into submission, pretending that it was Rachel's. I remember that she did say "What?" or "What are you doing?" several times, but not much else.

Within five minutes of me saying "Take off your top" I had ripped all of her clothes off that she didn't remove herself, had swept what remained on the kitchen table off of it (fortunately only one breakable item), and as Elsbeth lay on her back on the table I was sucking her tits while I was moving my cock back and forth in her pussy at 60 mph. With the intensity of my actions she couldn't be a blowup doll. She writhed, pulsed her pussy, and screamed in earnest. When I discharged a mammoth load in her pussy I was thinking of Rachel and I felt almost as wonderful as if it had been her.

By Tuesday morning Elsbeth could barely walk and she looked all of frightened, sexually content, perplexed, and mortified. As I walked out the door without giving her a kiss I said "I'll see a divorce attorney today and have her draft a consent divorce for irreconcilable differences. I'd prefer if we'd stay ...