Tempting Terri (Terri Trilogy Book 2)
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He’s marked her. No, Brian hadn’t tattooed his name on her flesh. It was just a rose. Delicate and pretty, even classy maybe, albeit intimate. But it was the symbolism of it. She was now changed. Different. Permanently so.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
I didn’t reply. I may have nodded. I’m not sure.
“Brian did,” she continued. “When it was done, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. We had another quickie right there in the tattoo parlour, with just a curtain between us and the rest of the studio.”
Intellectually, I knew that this also would normally have set me off. But it didn’t. Not this time. Somehow, it felt like we’d just crossed some invisible, yet very real line. There was no going back. And worse, I knew where things now inevitably led.
I could see it all unfolding before me. It was April and Melanie again. And I was helpless. A slow motion car crash that I was incapable of avoiding. There was nothing I could do... because in truth, it wasn’t that I was losing her. I had lost her.
It was my own fault, of course. In order to deal with my own fears, my insecurities, my… issues, I had pushed Terri to confront her temptation. Secretly I’d hoped she’d be the stronger one… or maybe, I was counting on her shame. That’s a dark thought, isn’t it? But there is some truth to it. I was hoping that she’d be sufficiently ashamed of her desires that she’d recoil from acting on them.
In my mind, I was the virtuous one. I was just allowing her to express her sensuality. Yippie. What a fucking well-adjusted, secure, giving guy I am. Except, deep inside, I always hoped she wouldn’t or couldn’t call my bluff.
Chucky I wrote off to a unique, irresistible attraction that predated me. He’d had her first. And Jean-Pierre… well, that was just a one-off. Paris-induced romantic madness. But then Brian… and now Mike…. The floodgates were open. And new boundaries were being crossed.
I had pressed Terri again and again to explore her desires, even as I hoped eternally that she’d suppress them for me, but somehow without blaming me. I’d wanted to square the circle, but instead I had just continued to throw logs onto the fire of temptation, until it burned so hot and so bright that it was all-consuming.
I had tempted her again and again. And, ultimately, she’d given in. I couldn’t blame her… but I did. I hated her for it, and yet I didn’t, couldn’t. I’d done it to myself.
But whatever…. I could go around and around forever. It didn’t really matter. It wouldn’t change anything because in that moment of lucidity I saw it all clearly, once and for all. She was still there with me, so maybe I hadn’t lost her, but I also no longer had her. I knew she was her own person and had never really “belonged” to me, and yet the realization that I would, from now, on be sharing her with other men left me profoundly sad. And defeated. And resigned. There was no going back.
She was too tempting to deny and too tempted to resist.
THE END… for now
AN EXCERPT FROM Taming Terri:
“You know what I like about you?” Brian asked.
“It is my wit and love of theater?” Terri suggested playfully
He laughed. “No romance, no foreplay, you’re just in it for the cock.”
She chuckled. “You know what I like about you?”
“My big dick?”
He thrust in hard to punctuate the response.
She gasped.
“Mmmm, yeah. You fuck like you’re angry.”
I wouldn’t have thought that was a good thing. But obviously from her tone, it was.
“Just giving you what dirty slut like you needs.”
“How do you know what I need?”
Another hard thrust from him. A sultry gasp from her.
“I just do. All those things your hubby won’t give you. Rough. Sweaty. The kind of shit you won’t admit to him. Weird stuff. Dirty. A roomful of strangers taking turns with you.”
“No,” she moaned.
“I felt your cunt twitch when I said it.”
“No,” she repeated, her tone even deeper, throatier, belying her response.
He laughed. “You don’t know you want.”
“I do,” she protested.
He laughed again. I could see why. Despite her objection, she remained his to do with as he pleased. It wasn’t just her tone, which dripped with sexual excitement, but also her body, undulating slowly as his fat prick churning inside her, the way she thrust her ass toward him, molding herself to him, the way her lips trembled, the way her face glowed.
“Get on your knees,” he growled. “I want to nut in your mouth.”
Such was his command over her that not only did she not protest, she didn’t even hesitate. She spun gracefully and dropped to the floor. With both hands she gripping his fat, slick prick and stroked it up and down.
“Yeah, Baby, open up.”
Again my wife complied.
“Like this?” she asked.
She opened her mouth wide, tongue flicking at the head of his prick as she continued to work his cock.
“Yeah, slut, here it comes….”
A thick spurt of creamy jism shot into her mouth.
“Don’t swallow,” he commanded as he continued to rope onto her tongue.
She knelt there submissively, naked, mouth full of his come, until from both corners of her mouth a thin stream of jism and spit leaked out, sliding down her cheek and meeting at her chin. A drop dripped onto her heaving breasts.
“Go ahead and swallow.”
She nodded, and with a loud gulp drank his heavy load. She wiped her chin and licked that up too. And then, unbidden, she licked a last drop of come off his prick.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I am your typical family man with a wife and kids and an overactive imagination. I am a longtime reader and author of erotic fiction. I write in genres that I find exciting and arousing. Most of my stories are in the naughty wife, wife-watching genre, though occasionally I venture into other subject matter.
I have written several pieces of longer-form fiction.
Two Sides of Terri
Bill has just about the perfect life. Good paying job. Lovely home. Perfect children. And most of all, he has his wife Terri--smart, funny, great with the kids. Thing is, she's a good girl trapped in a bad girl's body. Blonde, busty, and devastatingly beautiful, she makes him want to do dirty things--things you don't admit to wanting from the girl-next-door.
Or so he thought.
It starts with a revelation about Chucky, a past boyfriend, and everything he thought he knew about his sweet wife unravels. He becomes obsessed with learning more about this other side of Terri--and everything he learns points back to Chucky, a man she couldn't say no to. Does he dare invite her past back into their present? And if he did, would she now be able to say no?
Also:
Whatever it Takes
Honeymoon Hazards
The Surrogate Master
Dark Tide: An Interracial Adventure on the High Seas
Seven Dates: A Different Kind of Hotwife
Annual Leave
For more information on future projects, visit http://www.benboswell.com and my author page at Amazon. You can send me email at ben.boswell.author@gmail.com.