The cock worship part of the encounter kicked in.
“Oh Eddie, your cock feels good inside me,” I blurted.
“Wait …” Eddie said, “just wait,” as he thrust rhythmically into me. It was like he was massaging my insides, pulling me out but not violently. A few more minutes of that …
“Do you want to feel your pussy come?”
“Oh yes,” I said helplessly, no longer combative.
“Okay then ….”
With that, Eddie grabbed my ass cheeks and started to really pound me. He was pulling my ass up to him and it was good, it was different, it was an itch getting scratched, an itch I had never known I was walking around with, but here it was, deeper and deeper and I was going to come, I was going to come, I was going to ….
“Come!!” he called out! I had never ever had a man command me to come before, much less someone who could make me do it. He told me later that with all the fucking he had done, he could feel the ripples of pre-vaginal orgasms moving up his cock, some kind of seismic sensations warning of the pending ….
“Oh … my … god!!”
I was trembling, shaking, lost in sensation. My clit was so happy with his thickness scraping, but that was just the cherry on top. This went so much deeper, so much fuller. I shook and screamed and trembled, and on the other side, I was his.
Before I could say anything else, Eddie scooped me up and held me on his dick as he bounced me up and down. After a cum that deep, a part of me wanted to stop, but another part of me wanted to keep going, keep feeling that sensation, better than my pussy had ever felt, speared on his cock. It was amazing how he could raise me up and drop me, letting my own weight pound on this cock, taking almost all of it, making these sleazy obnoxious plunging sounds. Dan could have never raised me up and lowered me like this. I would have instantly fallen off of him. My lips clung to his thickness on the way out, scraping and grabbing at him in ecstasy. Just a couple minutes of that and my greedy pussy was coming again, so hard, so deep, so out of fucking control: “oh you fucking stud!!” or whatever came out of my mouth—who knows—as I was hit with waves of glorious amoral sensation.
From behind me, I heard cheering. Cheryl walked out on the deck from the living room where they had been watching, holding Dan’s hand, bringing the two of them closer. Then she clapped.
“Bravo!” Cheryl said, “What a performance!” She looked over at Dan, but he was shell-shocked. I looked at Dan too, but as a stranger. I was in a sexual daze. I stared compulsively at Eddie. His cock was engorged, hanging in an arrogant, half-hard state, glistening with all my juices.
Pleasure quickly gave way to self-consciousness as I became aware that my sluttiness was on display in front of Dan. Before I knew it, we were dressing and leaving, faking our way through the awkwardness.
Chapter 10: A New Itch
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.
Chapter 11: Bad Girls
Understand Beta Boys
Back inside, Cheryl and I drank lemonade. I was already feeling pretty bad, though not for the reasons I expected. I didn’t feel bad about cheating on Dan, but I did feel strange about having sex with Cheryl’s boyfriend—even with her obvious approval. As for Dan, I did wonder how my marriage could survive this last encounter, and I wasn’t sure I liked the slut who was coming out now.
“Cheryl, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Linda, there’s no need to apologize. You’ve been getting a substandard fucking—that makes you a little famished for a real cock inside you.”
I hated the way Cheryl was talking, especially about Dan, but it really turned me on too.
“But lots of couples don’t have perfect sex lives,” I said defensively.
“That may be true,” said Cheryl. “But you’re a beautiful woman in your sexual prime, and what this male-run society doesn’t want to accept is that you have sexual control right now. You get to have whatever you want.”
“I don’t want to lose Dan!”
“Oh, you don’t have to lose Dan, you don’t have to lose him at all,” said Cheryl. “He knows deep down he can’t totally please you. Remember what I told you?
“What?”
“It turns him on.”
I blushed a little thinking about it.
“Did you see him when you were fucking Eddie the first time?” Cheryl asked me.
“Well, I wasn’t paying a lot of attention,” I said, and we both laughed.
“Well, we were standing at the window, looking out on the deck. His little cock was really hard. He got rock hard in my hand when I teased him about his size and told him how much better Eddie was pleasing you.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“He couldn’t get enough of watching you,” Cheryl went on. “Little guys like Dan want—and need—to know their sexual place.”
“I find that hard to believe,” I said to Cheryl, trying to sound convincing. “Dan doesn’t like to feel inferior, especially to someone he doesn’t respect all that much.”
“Well, that’s a bit of a trick,” Cheryl said. “Dan thinks he is a better man than Eddie, and he’s probably right about that—except in one way, one really important way, and knowing that drives him absolutely crazy.”
My world had been turned upside down. How would I ever get it right?
“But you don’t have it figured out either,” I said to Cheryl, going on the offensive.
“How’s that?”
“Well, Eddie doesn’t satisfy you emotionally, I know that.”
“No, that’s true,” Cheryl said. “I won’t stay with him forever … but, I’m getting my brains fucked out every night, and that’s not so bad, is it?” She looked at me teasingly; I couldn’t help but resent her a little bit. “And I have some girlfriends I love dearly who give me plenty of emotional support along the way.
“It’s hard to find everything you want in one man,” Cheryl continued. “Women usually settle for domestic love, that stable ‘good provider’ love that guys like Dan give. But they lose out on the sexual side, which is why you were over here on your hands and knees today, sticking your ass out for Eddie’s stud cock, cheating on your husband and risking your whole marriage just to come like you needed to.”
I fell into reflection.
“Women have had a raw deal for a long time,” Cheryl said. “Now that we finally have more sexual power, we still don’t know what we want or how to get what we’re looking for. And if we insist on the importance of size to sexual pleasure, we sound like shallow sluts.
“I do know this, though,” Cheryl went on. “Emotional love is not enough for a sexually empowered woman. Most women crave those deep, baby-making orgasms that only a guy like Eddie can give. And it’s not just about selfish pleasure either. It’s about biological certainty, the deep drive to mate with alpha males to continue our species. It’s a powerful force … but you know that now,” she said, smiling wickedly.
I wasn’t amused. I started to feel despair, knowing she was right, but somehow feeling she was wrong, too. And wondering what to do about it either way.
“You know what’s interesting about guys like Dan?” Cheryl asked.
“No,” I said.
“Well, there’s two things that turn them on the most. One is seeing their girl get satisfied by a real man like Eddie. The second is getting teased by a hot girl like me that would never fuck them.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Well, most guys are too jealous and insecure to let a girl like you get their needs met. Dan, on the other hand, loves you and wants you to be happy. That takes a lot of strength, a lot of maturity …. Most guys wouldn’t have the guts. But he still needs to be put in his place a little bit. That allows him to embrace his sexual role in your marriage.”
I was still confused.
“While you were riding Eddie and coming all over him, I was stroking Dan’s cock. You know what I was saying to him?” Cheryl smiled wickedly.
“What?”
“I was letting him know that he was lucky to have a hot girl like you, that I would never fuck him.”
“You said that?”
“Yeah, and he asked me to say it to him again, and I was happy to tell him that his little penis was way too small to please my demanding pussy. He squirted like a charm. All the beta boys do.”
“Beta boys?”
“Guys who have a submissive side, usually because they realize deep down they aren’t quite adequate.”
I was mad at Cheryl for giving this so much thought. Usually I could win an argument with her, but she had really thought through this.
“Yeah, I whispered in his ear that he was lucky to have a beautiful girl like you, that I would never fuck a thin little cock like his, and I rubbed my pussy against his leg to show him how near, yet how far, my juicy pussy was from his little ineffective dick, and just like a charm, he squirted all over my hand—right away. He couldn’t stop himself.”
“Cheryl!” I called out, mad but excited by her total dominance of Dan.
“Meanwhile, while Dan is squirting helplessly in my hand, Eddie is getting all that intense, gripping stimulation from your pussy, and yet he is fucking you relentlessly, not coming, fucking you in front of your horny husband, who can’t get enough of my fingers wrapped around his tiny penis and my wet pussy on his thigh. Actually, I don’t blame Dan for coming so fast—little guys like him get way more friction from hand jobs than they do inside a real pussy.”
I found myself laughing and hating myself for it. Damn her.
“Sure enough, Dan got hard again watching you fuck, and when I asked him if he liked watching you get filled up like he was unable to do, he was right on the edge again.”
I w
as speechless.
“Then I asked him if he liked knowing how inadequate he was, if he liked that I knew his little secret, that he was a man with a little boy’s cock that couldn’t please his wife, and guess what?”
“What?” I asked.
“His little dick squirted all over my hand again!”
I wanted to smack her, but she was making me wet, too!
“And Linda, face it, if you didn’t love Dan—if you were just looking for a one-night stand at a bar, you wouldn’t fuck him, either.”
I felt really slutty when she said that.
“No, you’d fuck Eddie ten times out of ten in that situation. Dan gets his sexual power from your emotional connection, with a bond of sexual attraction from when you first fell in love. But once that initial attraction fades—that’s when the cravings begin.”
She was right, more right than I wanted her to be. How come I never heard talk like this on Oprah? All the reassuring things you hear about relationships, and here came this damning but scarily accurate view of the sexual dilemmas women face.
“So what do I do?” I asked her.
“Well, the thing is, you don’t want to lose Dan,” Cheryl said. It was not what I was expecting her to say. “Let’s face it, guys like Dan are hard to find; he’s marriage material, and if you lose him, you’re gonna regret it. He loves you enough to humble himself in front of you, and that take a lot of guts. Plus, he’s a great husband and provider besides.
“On the other hand, you have a problem,” Cheryl continued. “Because your sex life flatlined, and after Eddie, you’re a sexual time bomb …. So you have to be honest. Totally honest.”
“Yeah?”
“Sexual connection starts with lust, but once you go long term, it’s about honesty.”
“Jeez, you sound like a therapist!” I said.
“Well, I am a volunteer counselor, you know that right? Anyhow, you have to tell him all about your fantasies, and get him to share his. From there, anything goes! But you have to do it together.”
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