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I made my way to the showers with my gloved hands folded across my crotch, struggling to make it look natural. My erection never quit. I wanted to attribute it to Ally’s ass in her pink leggings, but the truth clawed through any denial and gripped my libido with electrifying black magic. As I stepped into a shower, imagery of Austin with my back-stabbing wife haunted my mind. I looked down at my throbbing dick.
Why, in God’s name, would you find that erotic?
I needed cold water, but I chose hot. As it pelted my face and chest, I reached down to touch my shaft and stroked.
Are you trying to torture yourself?
I continued stroking as I pictured Jessica now naked, lying on her back in Austin’s office, beckoning for him to put his dick inside her. I imagined her eyes lighting up with a fiery red glow, as if she hosted some diabolical spirit inside of her.
My mouth formed an “O” as I blew air out, and my head shook like a slow pendulum from side to side.
You’re evil. Pure carnal lust.
The wild beast had the power to destroy whatever she wanted. She had no need or regard for marriage. No regard for me. Only her appetite and her hatred of the constraints a decent society put on her.
Heat infused my body from within, meeting the heat from the water. My chest expanded as I continued fondling my cock. I wanted to worship her with it, stroking towards an imaginary altar dedicated to her wickedness.
Why?
I made the sharp pain that stung my heart into an offering. Like a sacrificial lamb, I beckoned for her predatory evil to manifest itself and feed on my soul.
My cock teetered on the edge of climax. I paused just short of cumming, compelled to savor the electric pain. I could hear other men in the surrounding showers.
What if she has been fucking around behind my back for years? What if she has fucked dozens of men?
The thought sent a burning sensation through my body, from my cock up into the crown of my skull. A pendulum swung in my soul between worship and violence. Not hatred. I chose that word so many times since finding out, but I didn’t hate her. I wanted to discipline her. To take her by the throat and slap her face. Slap her tits. Make her confess every sordid detail of her crimes. I wanted to force the dragon from its lair and get burned by its fire. Provoke it to do its very worst and expose it for its scandalous, terrible true colors.
My cock couldn’t hold back anymore. My cum burned the inside of my shaft as it shot out and splattered against the side of the shower. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My orgasm continued for minutes with my cock pulsing and pumping out squirt after squirt. Energy drained from my body like blood draining from the wound of a dying soldier on the battlefield.
As my orgasm subsided, the hysteria of eroticizing Jessica’s crimes against me faded until only the pang in my soul remained. My tears returned, and my chest heaved. I couldn’t help it. I sobbed in the shower.
Maybe she never loved you, Ron. Maybe she only keeps you cause you’re easy to kick around.
I placed my forearm against the shower wall and my head on my forearm. The water ran over my body as I continued to whimper. I wanted to hate her, but I couldn’t. Maybe I was addicted to her. To her intoxicating sensuality. Her decadence. The fires that burned me gave off a warmth that drew me to her. And I still yearned for them.
I’ve gotta get out of here.
I turned off the water, reached for a towel. A sharp pain burned from inside my belly.
What’s that about?
Gurgling followed. I winced as I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed for my locker. Despite the hot shower and sexual release, my muscles stiffened, resisting my efforts to move. I reached up with one hand to massage my shoulder.
Dang, that’s tight.
My clothes hung like chain-mail armor in my weary hands as I pulled them on. When I emerged from the locker room, I found Ally waiting on a nearby bench. She looked up and smiled at me.
Still wearing her pink tights.
God, I hope she can’t read minds.
