You might think that things went bonkers after that encounter, but that was the strangest part: we settled back into our old routine. I was sore for a few days, not really wanting to have sex, but Dan and I felt a closeness between us, a shyness, and for a couple of weeks after that we made love almost every night. I started to feel a quiet relief; I think he did, too. It was as if we had both gotten something out of our systems, and now we could resume our normal lives.
But a few weeks in, I became aware of an itch inside me, an urge that wasn’t getting scratched. I found myself thinking about Eddie. I tried my old routine of masturbating myself to sleep, but that didn’t really do it for me. Dan was sweet. He seemed to understand what I was going through, but we didn’t really talk about it. Then, one day, Dan left early for a meeting. I realized I was horny, but then I had an even more shattering realization: I was in control of our relationship. I could do what I wanted. It was a horrible thought, an awful thought, but a sexy thought as well.
I found myself calling Cheryl, and within a couple hours I was sitting in her living room.
“I know why you’re here,” she said to me, smiling in that all-knowing way.
“Why?” I said self-consciously, embarrassed that I was so obvious.
“You need to get fucked again.”
I was silent, embarrassed.
“You wish Eddie was here because you need to get fucked so badly.”
I started to feel squirmy and awkward in front of my friend.
“Well, here’s the deal. You can be with Eddie one more time, but that’s it. And then you have to level with your husband.”
“About what?” I asked, fearing what she would say.
“That you have needs he can’t fulfill. And that you have a right to get them filled.”
I paused, not really knowing what to say.
“Linda, your marriage is in trouble. But you can fix it.”
“Dan and I are fine.”
“But you won’t be … now that you’ve been corrupted,” Cheryl said with sexy authority.
“Things might go back to normal for a little bit, but in the back of your mind, something has changed. And at some point, something’s gonna happen, hot guys are gonna hit on you, and you’re going to cheat on Dan, and that’s going to change things between you.”
More silence … I didn’t know if Cheryl was right or not, but I knew she was making me horny.
“Dan is a great husband, but he’s not your sexual equal.”
I didn’t even know what that meant. Something about it made me mad, mad at her, mad at her for disrespecting Dan like that. But I was here … distracted by a constant pull. Whether that pull was a primal need or a weakness of character, I didn’t know. But I was here.
“Well, Eddie will be home soon …” Cheryl said. “Why don’t we get into the hot tub and wait for him there?”
Looking at Cheryl’s rippling, muscular body didn’t help my horniness, which went up a notch as she tossed her towel aside and lowered herself in.
“I always feel so flabby around you,” I told her as I took off my shorts.
“Oh girl, you have no idea!” Cheryl said to me. “I love the curve of your hips, the way your tits sway. You’re perfect!”
I had never felt perfect, but I did like her staring at me.
When Eddie walked out, he seemed completely unsurprised that I was back.
“Baby, I need you to fuck my girl again,” Cheryl told him.
“No problem, honey,” Eddie said, a little too arrogantly for my taste. But then his shorts were down and that big cock was swinging again. I had to have it inside me.
Eddie teased me more than the last time. He ate my pussy out slowly, more expertly than I would have liked. I was hoping I could give top pussy eating honors to Dan. But Eddie’s tongue knew its way around a pussy pretty well. He knew just when to tug on my clit and how much pressure to apply. Dan understood my emotions better, but Eddie had technical skills.
By the time he bent me over the picnic table and put his cock inside me, I was so drippy and cummy I knew I was going to spew all over him.
“Oh Eddie! That feels so good!”
The feeling of his cock stretching my pussy was amazing. As much as I hated to admit it, the sensation was foreign. Not possible with Dan. With effort, my pussy could grip Dan’s cock, but Eddie’s expanded and filled my pussy. No concentration needed, just letting go, giving into the sensations. The feeling was incredible—in that slutty moment, it was worth my marriage, my friendship with Cheryl, anything.
But it wasn’t just the sensations, it was the intensity of submitting to Eddie, being utterly conquered after walking around in control all day long. But I wasn’t in control now! I needed to come so badly. I wanted Eddie to fuck me right up to my uterus, to fill my pussy with his seed, to make me his slut, to impregnate me without regard to the consequences.
Eddie turned me over on the picnic table, and I put my ass in the air, searching for him. He was slapping his cock on my ass, making wet smacking sounds all over, while I waited for him to enter.
“Baby, don’t put it back in her yet,” I heard Cheryl say to me.
“Oh, why not?” I called out, pushing my ass out, reaching for his cock.
“Because I want you to admit it,” Cheryl said.
“What??” I called out.
“That Eddie fucks you better than Dan does.”
“Oh, why??”
“Because I said so.”
I felt irritated at Cheryl, annoyed that she was stopping Eddie from fucking me. That itch I had felt for two weeks was so strong, I couldn’t think of anything but scratching it. I gave in.
“Yeah, Eddie fucks me so good, so much better than Dan. Eddie, please fuck me, please!”
Without saying a word, Eddie slipped his cock inside me and started moving inside. Oh … that itch was getting scratched now! As he pounded, it was getting scratched more, and soon it was ecstasy and he was pounding me and I was cheating on Dan and it felt so slutty and so right and I was going to keep fucking Eddie no matter what ….
Coming all over Eddie’s cock was amazing, I even felt some fluid pushing out—another first—literally all over his cock, leaking all over the picnic table. It was everything I needed. But then it was over.