Selina and her Lucious Curves Part III [FM] [Long] [Cheating]

Disclaimer: this is a long story that I will post in multiple parts. There is extensive character and story building. If you are looking for a quick read, I suggest you don’t start this one. But if you like back story and character development then proceed. Please feel free to tell me what you thought after you are done reading. I love feedback.

Summer break started and I was home alone for most of it. A lot of things had changed in the last few months. I stopped hanging out with Selina. Every time I saw her after break it made me uncomfortable. She tried to mend things, several times. But I couldn’t hear her. Every time she talked I looked at her lips and thought about how we made out and that I was a married woman betraying my husband. Every time I was reminded by my infidelity. I couldn’t be a lesbian.. I am married to a guy.

Avoiding Selina wasn’t easy. She worked in the same room as me. We ran into each other all the time. It was awkward. But after the routine “good mornings” and “how are you?”s I kept my answers short. She respected my space. She stayed cordial but didn’t push. One thing I could always rely on with Selina was that she was respectful. She didn’t push herself on anyone. She was too confident for that. But all the same, I could tell she was sad. I was sad too.

As far as my personal life, I took a few steps back. I stopped trying new hobbies, maybe I ran out of ideas but I definitely ran out of energy. I lost the short term satisfaction from trying something new. Things with Tom didn’t change, if anything they got worse. He got a promotion to an administrative position at his hospital. He even got his own secretary.

I tried to find a job closer to home. Partly because I didn’t want to drive the hour anymore and partly because I didn’t want to work with Selina. I sent out applications and got calls for some interviews. I went on my first one and it didn’t go well. When I got home that day I told Tom.

“I am sure there will be plenty more.” He said while chewing the lasagna I made for him.

“What if I quit?” I found myself saying.

“And do what?”

“Nothing… just stay home and wait for you. Cook and clean and take care of the house.”

He stopped chewing. “Well, with my current salary, I don’t think we would honestly miss your 50K/year. And you would put less wear and tear on the car I guess… sure, if that’s what you want. I am cool with it.”

“Yeah.” I said. “It’s better for the car.”

That night Tom wanted to have sex. After his nightly routine, he walked over to the bed and grabbed my shoulder and pulled me closer to him. He kissed me on my lips then my cheeks and then he grabbed my shirt and pulled it off. After that he laid back on the bed and pulled off his pants and pulled out his dick. That meant he wanted me to suck it. I did. “Play with my balls a little honey.” I did. When he was harder and ready. He pulled me up by the shoulders and said “get naked”. I stood up and pulled down my panties and laid down on the bed. I kept my night gown on.

The lube was in my night stand drawer. It was the lube Selina got me. When I brought the weekend bag from her house I realized the dildo, vibrator and lube were still in there. A slight curiosity possessed me to try them. I stood in my room, dildo and lube in hand and stared off in the distance for a few seconds. I tried to imagine myself playing with myself orgasming. What would I think about? Tom… right? He is my husband… that did nothing for me. Can I think about a hunky sexy muscular black guy with a big giant dick? Maybe he picks me up after work and bends me over my car in the parking lot and fucks me from behind? That was slightly more appealing but I couldn’t feel any sexual excitement.

Maybe Selina can be there too? She likes black guys. Maybe she can hold my hair while he bends me over and pounds my pussy raw from behind. Maybe I can lean my head on her chest as he goes faster. Maybe I can look up at her and kiss her. First on the cheeks then on the lips. Maybe then I can grab the back of her neck and pull her closer towards me. Maybe I can grab her body and pull it closer and feel her skin against mine. Feel the softness of her nipples rub against mine. Maybe I can feel her chest rising and falling against mine as she takes each breath…

I stopped myself. I was thinking about Selina again. I threw away the dildo and the vibrator. They were Selina’s and I couldn’t use them. The lube I kept. No point throwing away good lube. I always need it with Tom.

“Where is the lube honey?” I looked at night night stand drawer. He opened it. Squirting some on his dick, a drop on my pussy and threw it to the side. He then climbed on top of me and entered..

He wasn’t small. To be honest, there was nothing wrong with his dick. I felt it go inside me. I knew it was in. But that was all. He kissed me on the lips as he went in and out. Then he couldn’t balance kissing me and fucking be at once so he laid his head on my shoulder and leveraged that to get a better angle inside me. He went fast and hard. He wasn’t in as good a shape as he was when we first got married and he knew he would tire out soon and needed to cum quick. He had gained 20ish pounds since starting his new job and working these house. “Stress eating” he used to say.

In about 90 seconds, breathing heavy, he moaned and stopped thrusting. He lifted his head and looked at me, “thank you honey”

“It’s no problem” I guess that was the proper response.

“Oo, look at the time. Gotta wake up early tomorrow. Alright. Good night.” Saying this, he fell to my side and pulled up his shorts and went to sleep.

Just like that it was over. It was quick but it felt like it had taken forever. Every time we had sex I felt dragged out. It wasn’t that I got bored, but I felt like every thrust I was number. Every push and every kiss killed me a little inside.

Now I was lying in bed, my pussy leaking with Tom’s jizz and I felt paralyzed. My life was flashing slowly in front of my mind’s eye and slowly dripping out of me. I saw myself move about my life and act out the role I was intended to play. But I saw all this life in slowed indelibirate motions, like the twitchings of a catatonic invalid. My life, dragged out in front of me, spilling ever into oblivion.

I got up out of bed. I needed to wash Tom off of me. Need to get him off and out of me. I showered but was still somehow paralyzed. I wanted to die. I was purposeless.

Then I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door.

The outdoors light flicked on. In a scared voice, “who is it?”

“Selina… it’s me, Kelly. Open up, please”

The door swung open. She was in her night gown. “Kelly? Is everything ok? Are your alright?”

“I need you.” Is all I could muster to say before I burst out in tears and threw myself in her arms.

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