Marital Lust 13: Back to Us

Samantha gave you the conclusion to our adventure together, but I have to say that I'm here to give you the ending. After all, if I hadn't taken her suggestion a year and a half ago, that last day at her house--or any of this--wouldn't have happened.

Honestly, I didn't have to expect to have one more day with her. She barely spoke to me over the course of the summer, and I took that as a sign that she was upset with me because of the night of the gala. It made me wonder if I'd taken things too far even though it was quite possibly the most intense night I'd ever had.

The set of recordings that I sent her last winter came about when I was on a trip and trying to get my mind off that afternoon's set of meetings. They'd gone well and my team and I were definitely going to deliver what the higher-ups wanted, but even that was proving stressful. I can't tell you exactly what caused it; even when you're doing well, you can't avoid getting tired.

Anyway, I put the paperwork aside for the night and pulled up my iPad. My Dropbox account now had a pretty large folder of audio along with a document full of links to my favorite videos. They were growing pretty regularly, too, especially on the nights when my husband wasn't available and I found myself going down a rabbit hole or two. And that's how I found myself staring at the names of the files and wondering what it would be like to watch some of them in person.

I had played and replayed the night of the Christmas party in my head more times than I could count. So like I said, I started thinking about what else I could watch them do. Their time together had been a fantasy fulfilled for me; anal sex was definitely going to be one for him. Of course, we couldn't jump right to that, so a trio of files came her way. Her wanting something in return only made it better and I am not going to forget any of that.

Watching him bury his dick in her ass turned me on in a way I completely didn't expect. I'd never been that interested in it and he'd always been respectful, but since we started on this journey of indulging and fulfilling one another's fantasies, I'd put some of it into "the rotation." The videos weren't that much of a turn on, but I loved listening to Elle describe having her ass taken by her lover. While she was completely wild in the moment, it was still so much sexier than the aggro-forward videos I kept finding. And on the night of the gala? Holy shit.

Of course, I'm pretty sure I would have been horny even if we hadn't had that planned. Any time we've had the chance to get dressed up and go out during the last couple of years has been a treat and neither of us would have wanted to waste the opportunity. But the plans Samantha and I had made--provided she didn't have second thoughts--kept me riled up all night and I would have let him fuck me in that hotel elevator if he could have.

Samantha didn't have second thoughts, and the sight of her tall, voluputous body entwined with my husband's had me soaking wet. Then, when she bent over, I could barely contain myself. Lubing up his thick cock made me want to watch it even more because it was me giving him the gift of his ultimate fantasy: a beautiful, round ass that was his to claim.

The orgasms I had were intense. As I watched him disappear between her cheeks, I fucked myself harder and harder, matching his pace as he went from sensually sliding in and out to pounding her. I rubbed, slapped, and slammed into my cunt, making myself scream as loud as she was, not fucking caring who was in the rooms next door. When it was over, I was spent and sore and had even brought myself to tears. In fact, I was so high that I barely noticed her get up and leave. I certainly didn't think anything was wrong, either; if I had, I might have stopped her from going.

By the way, I almost let him take my ass later that night. It was when I was on top of him and he was fingering me while eating my pussy. It felt different, but as he stretched out my hole, I thought about what his shaft would feel like as it slid deep inside me. But we both got caught up in the moment and I sucked him to completion instead.

It took a little while for me to realize that something was different with her because at first I thought that her not getting in touch with me was par for the course. But after a while, I realized that it bothered her. And then, I got jealous.

I admit it. I was. I mean, I hadn't even met Nicole, but when Samantha told me about her I couldn't help but respond coldly. Yes, I wanted my best friend to be happy and she'd gone out with some real duds ever since her divorce, but shouldn't I be the one she was falling for and not some stranger?

That's completely irrational and even a little awful. She was never "mine"; furthermore, I'm married and have no intention of leaving him. But as the summer wore on, I found my thoughts turning to our times together. And when she reached out to plan another day together, I had to fight to keep my cool and not just run naked and screaming to her house.

Deep down, I knew that this was going to be it. I denied it, of course, because who wants to admit that playing hooky to fuck all day is a very passionate kiss off? But the math all worked out: she hadn't started dating Nicole and still had one more request of me. Kiss off or not, I wasn't about to turn it down.

The lingerie was something I'd actually bought for our trip to Vegas last year but chickened out on wearing it and instead packed something that was still sexy but covered up a little more. He didn't even know I had it, so of course he was surprised when he saw me. But you want to know my favorite parts? The times it was just me and her. The feel of her grinding against me while we fucked after his first time, and then the softness of her flesh as we made love toward the end are something I'm never going to forget. Even now, all this time later, I remember the smell the intoxicating mix of her perfume, her sweat, and her sex and it brings me feelings of pleasure.

But it created some problems.

After helping Samantha clean up a little, my husband went home and I followed after saying goodbye. When I got home, he was buried in a book and I decided to take a shower. That night, we simply went to sleep. I chalked that up to our being utterly exahusted, and recovery was on my mind as we continued to simply go to sleep for the rest of the week. But then I went away on business again and we barely spoke beyond the updates on how things were going, and when I got home we didn't do anything. In fact, nothing happened for a month.

Some of my friends would laugh their asses off at my complaining about a month-long dry spell. But as I flew to San Francisco at the end of that month, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened. A week of recovery, a business trip, my period, and... no, we usually did at least something. What was it?

I couldn't answer the question on the plane and didn't give myself enough time to think about it on the nights between meetings and company visits. My husband and I were still only doing the cordial check-ins, and Samantha was either busy with work or with Nicole. Again, I was happy for her, but... looking at her Instagram while waiting for my colleagues to get to the hotel bar one night, I realized that I'd let feelings into this whole thing.

It's not like there never were going to be feelings; after all, she was my friend and it was important to me to have these wild nights with someone I both knew and trusted. I just didn't think I was going to fall for her.

Okay, maybe that's too much. I certainly felt something, or else I wouldn't have drank so much that night. At least I kept it together until I reached my room. That's when I became a sobbing, slobbering mess, upset about losing a woman to whom I had no actual right.

I woke up the next morning still in my crumpled work clothes and with a splitting headache. Thankfully, I had only one meeting that day and it was over lunch, so I took the morning off and got myself together. I promised not to drink too much that night, and followed through on that by having just one vodka tonic and then retiring to my room with the excuse of an early flight home.

This time, when I got up to my room, I packed and started wondering about him. I wondered if he'd picked up on something and was giving me the cold shoulder. I wondered if he'd developed feelings for Samantha and wasn't interested in me. I wondered if, perhaps, we'd gone too far.

My first thought was to sit down with him and clear the air. I'd ask him point blank about how he was feeling and if he'd been bothered by what we had been doing. But then my thoughts turned to what the two of us could get up to. And honestly, that was more fun. I took off my clothes, grabbed my iPad, slid in to bed, and spent the night masturbating.

By the time my flight home was halfway across the country, I had crafted a plan. That night would be no good--our departure had been delayed and that meant I wouldn't get home until around dinnertime and would be absolutely exhausted. But I was using comp time the next day, so that meant I would have all day to put everything together. It would be the perfect opportunity for us to get our mojo back.

That is, until I got cold feet.

They had left for work and school and I took advantage of my morning off by going for a long run. I showered, shaved, and started trying on lingerie. And I was standing in front of the mirror wearing a black corset with garters and stockings when I started to think that it didn't feel right. Not the lingerie--that fit fine--but the whole situation. I'd thought of an elaborate fantasy for the evening that I knew was going to leaving him spent and satisfied, but... would I?

What did I actually want out of this? How did I feel?

I sighed and undressed, putting the outfit away. What was I going to be looking for tonight? I thought of the things we'd done since last year--every sexy, even nasty little thing. Then I remembered that it wasn't just that. It was those first times after our wild nights, like taking me gently the morning after the gala, or having sex again after we got home from the Christmas party. Even the morning after Ashley and the gentleman's club, we were up early enough for him to pull me close and roll on top of me, slowly making love to me. The feeling of my body pressed against his, our hands exploring one another, my sex taking all of him in and having all of him until he was finished was not only exhilarating but it made me feel whole.

That sounds cheesy, I know, but that's how I felt.

I slid back into bed, the cool sheets giving me goosebumps, and closed my eyes. I wiggled around a little, thinking about rolling around with him. My hands began to make their way all over my body--across my chest, down my stomach, over my thighs, and back up. I laid on my back and squeezed by breasts together, rolling my nipples between my fingers. That made me squirm, so I did it again, picturing him sucking on them.

A jolt shot through me and I moaned, squeezing them even harder. I wanted him right there with me, burying his face in my chest and then kissing down my body before spreading my legs and licking me.

I felt my pussy. It was warm and very wet. I slid a finger between my lips and started to rub my wetness around coating them along with my clit. My entire body tingled as I imagined his tongue slowly working me toward an orgasm, rubbing around, making out with me, and then licking my clit because he knew that was going to take me over the edge. My fingers followed that path, finding my clit and swriling around it, making it wet and hard. I exhaled loudly, then started to go faster. And faster. Soon, I was going as fast as I could and my thighs closed around my wrist as my body stiffened.

After I was done, I took a few minutes to enjoy the feeling that had washed over me. I was right--I didn't need some elaborate fantasy tonight, just him. Just him, his tongue, and...

I reached over into my nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube along with an eight-inch dildo. I'd ordered it the day after Samantha and I had spent the night together and had been able to use it a couple of times since. I lubed it up then spread my legs and tilted my hips so that I could be ready for it.

It was cold when I first rubbed it on my pussy and it made me wince. Then I took a breath and rubbed it around some more, warming it up a little before I guided it inside me. I started by taking a little at a time and soon had all of it. It wasn't his cock, but it was a decent substitute.

Mmm... his cock. When we made love, we'd find a rhythm with our hips that felt like he was trying to almost melt all the way into me. I thought of that while I slowly pumped it in and out in a fluid motion and how, when I was riding him, he would grab and suck on my breasts, flicking at my nipples with his tongue so that my entire body would feel electric.

I kept fucking myself with the dildo while squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple. It felt amazing and I was getting close to coming again. I took a deep breath and started swirling my hips to match the motion of the dildo. My lower body felt warmer and I could tell that I was going to wind up having a huge orgasm. But I resisted the urge to go faster and just kept up the slow pace, sliding the dildo halfway in and halfway out of my pussy. I spread my legs apart even further and tilted my hips up as I slid it deeper.

My pubic bone ground down on the dildo as I got to the edge, and I continued to fuck myself slowly even though every nerve ending in my body was pleading with me to go faster. I took a deep breath and sighed, enjoying the moment. Then, I felt my self tighten around the thick toy and my back began to arch. I grabbed the sheets with my left hand while I kept working with my right. When I finally came, I gasped for air as my chest went into the air; then I bucked my hips again before gasping again.

I slid the dildo out and let it rest on the bed while I panted and my pussy quivered, then closed my eyes. It had been so mind-blowing that I was in an almost meditative state, and as my breath slowed, I found myself feeling lighter and lighter until I dozed off for a little while.

When I woke up, I was kind of a mess again and decided to take a bath, even though I'd showered earlier. So I lit a candle in the bathroom, found my most relaxing scent, and continued my meditation in the tub.

The rest of the day was pretty routine: cleaning, making a grocery list, answering a few emails, and cooking dinner. He came home in a good mood and didn't seem too tired, so the possibility that we were going to have sex was looking up. Of course, that was at 6:00 and we had to wait until at least 10:00 when the kid was in bed, or at least in his bedroom playing video games. Even though you remember being a teenager, you forget when you used to spend weekend nights staying up as late as possible.

Anyway, we headed upstairs around 10:30. I went to the bathroom and then took a moment to check my hair and makeup and apply a little bit of perfume before getting naked. The lights were off in the bedroom and he was in bed, so I slid under the covers and against him.

He leaned over and kissed me, and I felt myself relax as whatever reservations that I had about the night went away. I kissed him back and we wrapped our arms around each other. He cupped my ass while I felt the muscles in his back and then slid my hand down to his underwear. I hooked my finger in the waistband and started to pull down; getting the hint, he released me from the embrace and took a moment to shimmy out of it. Then, naked as well, he grabbed me again, squeezing my ass even harder.

His dick was already hard, and when I felt it against me, I wrapped my leg around him, not letting go of his lips or his tongue while I did. I could hear us both breathing out loudly and when I came up for air, he started sucking on my throat. I squeezed his back and sighed while down below, I started rubbing my pussy against his leg. He kissed me harder and ground his dick into me.

We stayed that way for about a minute, kissing and pawing at one another with our hips sliding together. Then, after I once again had his tongue in my mouth, kissing him so hard that I was sucking on it, I broke it off and with a sigh, rolled onto my back. He took a breath, then started sucking on my neck again before squeezing my breasts and rolling his tongue around my aroused nipples. When they got hard, he sucked on them and I sighed again, then moaned when he flicked them back and forth with the tip of his tongue. My entire body was tingling and I squeezed my breasts together, forcing his head between them. He licked and sucked all over them, getting them soaking wet.

"That feels so good," I told him, reveling in how he was worshipping them at that moment. I was getting so wet, I started to squirm.

And that's when he began to go down on me. It was absolute heaven. He kissed his way over my stomach and then spread my legs, flattening his tongue and covering all of me in one fluid motion. Then, he slowly licked his way up from my hole, around my clit, and back down. I sighed with approval and he continued, making me wetter and wetter. Then, he added his lips and kissed me. It was my favorite move of his, especially on nights like this when I had shaven myself completely bare.

I heard his lips smack as he kissed my pussy and then ground his tongue a little harder into it. "Just like that," I whispered. He slid my thighs back so that I was tilted toward him some more. It felt so good, and I could feel how wet and swollen I was. He continued to lick and kiss me, working himself up and down my slit, and spreading my juices around until I was completely soaked. Then, he slid his tongue into my pussy and swirled it around before bringing it all the way up to my clit and doing the same.

I squirmed some more, and when he found my favorite spot--the one right near my clit--I pushed my crotch into his face and told him, "Right there."

He kept going, swirling the tip of his tongue around slowly at first but gradually picking up the pace. I moaned softly then squeezed my breasts as my orgasm began to stir. And we kept going, his motions getting more and more intense, my pussy getting wetter and wetter, and my grip on my breasts getting harder and harder.

Finally, I felt the first jolt of pleasure shoot through me. I dropped my hands to the bed and grabbed at the sheets while throwing my hip up against his face. He kept going, squeezing my thighs as he continued to lick my clit, his motions getting faster and faster while I offered him my sex.

"Keep going," I whispered. "Keep going. Keep going. Keep--"

I arched my back and squeezed his head with my thighs. He kept licking, and that made my hips buck against him. Then, I squeezed him so tight and arched my back so high, I actually lifted his head with me. And even that didn't deter him. Then, with every nerve and muscle in my body at its apex, I gasped for air, trying my best not to scream as I came, waves of it washing over me until I was so sensitive that I had to tell him to stop.

I collapsed back onto the bed. He came back up and kissed me before giving me a moment to catch my breath; as I did, I could feel him grinding against me, eager for his turn.

He'd get it, of course.

I smiled and kissed him, then pushed him onto his back before slinking my way down and between his legs. I slid his thighs back and took his balls into my mouth, licking, kissing, and lightly sucking them while I stroked his shaft with my hand. He was so hard and I couldn't help but smile at the idea of his thickness filling me up.

But... first things first.

I licked from his balls up his shaft to the tip of his head, then went back down. I turned my head and did the same thing again and again, making sure his whole cock was wet. Then, after dragging my tongue up his shaft one last time, I took his head into my mouth and sucked on it for a moment before sliding down halfway. I went back up slowly. Then down some more. And again. And again. And again until I was taking all of him into my mouth with each slow suck. I cradled his balls with my hand and then pressed on the skin right below him. As I rubbed him there while also sucking him, all he managed to say was "Fuck."