An Avenging Nudist - Sex Stories

An Avenging Nudist

... band played at the Village Hall one time. The hall was filled with everyone from the village to begin with. In the end, only the population between eighteen and twenty-five remained. M and K got talking, he went home with her and that was that. The first night marked the first occasion where K experienced an orgasm while making love to a man. Now she was hooked to sex. The first few days they fucked twice a day. This was six months ago.

The band was starting to make it and had gone on their first nationwide tour. The first time K had been separated from M for more than a day or two. She was happy for him, but missed him terribly. Masturbating did nothing to replace him.

After two weeks of pining and waiting, here she was, expecting his return.

As if to make sure she wouldn't miss him arriving home, he noisily enters their house. She has dressed for the occasion, in a sexy blue dress, made herself pretty, and has a bottle of prosecco ready. 'Hush,' she says, 'Be silent. First, we drink.' She pours him a glass of prosecco, takes one herself and toasts to their reunion. Then they sit down and have another. She gets up from the sofa, grabs her phone and selects what turns out to be music to dance slowly to. Romantic music. She pulls him up and embraces him, a gesture he returns. She is a good dancer. He knew she was. She effectively leads him leading her. They slowly step and turn through three songs, her head resting on his shoulder and her arms holding him tight. ...

... Then, she disengages and moves an armlength away from him. She takes off her shoes and hold-ups, lifts the blue dress - that fits so well with her blond hair - over her head, to reveal that she isn't wearing knickers, just a purple bra, which she takes off now - rendering herself naked.

'God, she is going for it!', he thinks.

And he is tense as she approaches and pushes him onto the bed, undoes his belt and slides his black jeans complete with underpants down to his ankles. She then blows him, edges him to near-orgasm, then disengages herself, looks down upon his helpless shape, his hard cock twitches for a minute and then slowly deflates. She had the intention of lowering herself upon his cock and ride him like a true amazon. He is embarrassed. Never before did his virility leave him. K and he have made love virtually every day since they met, in every position imaginable. He knows that she knows very well that this failure is strictly out of the ordinary. He sees her think. He is afraid that she will sense what the reason is. Women always sense infidelity, as common knowledge tells him.

He is right.

'You've met someone else...'

'K...'

'I know it. Don't deny it if it is true.'

'K...'

'Have you met someone else?'

'... I have... Sorry.'

'I don't need your apology. So, it is true...'

She pauses.

'Get out!'

'But...'

'You have one hour to pack your stuff and be gone.'

She picks her clothes off the floor, but doesn't put them on, drops them ...