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When she returned he had put his pants on, and she felt a moment of dismay that the lovely vehicle of her delight was hidden from view. "I guess it's time for me to go," she said.
"I guess," he replied. "I'm not rushing you, i..."
"No really, I have to go, it's late. I've got to get home." He stopped dressing, looked at her, and she felt his eyes memorizing her naked body. Standing there exposed for his view, she felt sexy, desired, and a complete woman.
"To your husband."
"Yes, my husband, who I love dearly." Saying that, she felt his cum drip from her pussy, despite her efforts to clean up in the bathroom. He was considering her with something like disbelief. "I do love him, you know. With all my heart." She didn't feel guilt saying that to a man she'd just fucked and sucked, and wondered why.
He shook his head slightly, and resumed dressing. "I don't really understand that," he said, and she didn't reply, just watched him dress, naked, dripping his cum from her stretched cunt. I don't really understand it myself, she thought. I wonder if I ever will? She brushed hair behind her ear as he stood, and escorted her to the door to retrieve her clothes, and he watched her dress. Would Walt understand? She doubted it, she thought, as she took her purse and headed for the door.
When he dropped her back at her car, there was only a light kiss, no tongues or groping. No passionate goodbye. She thanked him for a wonderful time, and he nodded, thanking her in return, looking confused. She looked for the light in his eyes, the devilish curl of his lips that had entranced her earlier, but they were not there. The crinkle was still there in the corner of his eye, and the smile was still nice, but the attraction, the irresistible need, where was that? Was it ever really there, she wondered. Or was that something in her head, or in her pussy, that had made him look that way?
She drove home, reliving the powerful passion of the previous hours in her head, and thought of Walt. She had betrayed him a second time. She did love him, she knew she did, he was the only man she could ever love, but she felt no guilt, no remorse. She could love only him, but she could fuck other men, and the idea frightened and excited her.
She didn't want to hurt him. But she knew she would do it again.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 8 years agoJust get the sewage pumping truck to get rid of it !
"1*" !!
irvlynover 9 years agoCogent, intelligent comment!
And fucktards?? -- you've invented a much needed and wonderfully descriptive word!
I second your comment exactly as written. Thanks to you ... and to the author.
fregenabout 13 years agoCuriously at the beginning of the chapter she is torn by guilt but by the end she feels no guilt at all and knows she will continue! Hmmmm. <P>
She loves Walt, doesn't want to hurt him, won't be able to live without him but feels no guilt about having sex with other men. Hmmmm again. No sex with other people was the term of the marriage contract. Obviously she wants to renegotiate the marriage contract. Okay then do it! She owes it to Walt to bring him in on her new viewpoint. <P>
Looks like she is REALLY able to compartmentalize her love/guilt/obligations to Walt. Thanks for sharing
