Something felt different this time when I was inside her.
Cara’s long black ponytail followed her head’s movement in time-delay. I could see the auburn strands highlighted in the weak light of the room. I savored how her soft pale skin felt as I pulled her hips into me, creating more resistance as I pushed up inside her. Normally, she would have quickly responded by grinding into me, but she hesitated. Was her mind somewhere else? There were plenty of reasons for that–I had never lost her while we fucked before, though.
I reached up and grabbed her assertively by the back of neck to force eye contact. “Stay with me.” She nodded and I reached up to grab her ponytail. I pulled her head back as I increased the cadence of my thrusts. I watched in the mirror as the path of least resistance caused her small breasts to shake wildly.
Her hips began grinding in concert with my pounding and I knew I had her back, even if only briefly. I pulled her down again and wrapped my arms around her thin frame. I held her tight against me to bring us closer. I felt her nipples harden against my chest and her breath against my neck. I squeezed her and felt her gasping. I released and she took in a deep breath to speak.
“Please, Daddy–your princess needs your cum. Fill me up, please.”
My cock grew even harder and I increased the frequency of pushing into her small body. I felt the shaking reverberate throughout her as I continue to hold her–her hard nipples traced shapes against my skin. I released one arm to follow her spine down to her ass and I slid my fingers between her little cheeks to find the pucker of her asshole. I rubbed it slowly as her breathing quickens, my cock tightened, and she whispered, “I’m close, sir. May I please have my orgasm?”
I rubbed the ridge and I could feel echos of my cock move through her. I slipped the tip of my finger inside her asshole and she moaned, partially from pain. I left it there as I continued to assault her tight slit, my balls and thighs now soaked from her body pleading me to take her. “You may come, princess. We’ll do it together.”
Her lips found my cheek and she gave me the sweetest kiss, which causes me to finally let go. I felt her pussy release and then re-clinch my shaft as her orgasm began, followed by her high-pitched moan of ecstasy that goes right into my brain. I explode inside her. I continued pushing in, wanting in a primitive way to get my cum as deep inside her as possible. I felt her body slacken as her moans subside and then, as she always did, a few of her tears hit my chest as she recovered from her pleasure.
After a minute, she lifted herself off of me. I felt the cum mixed with her wetness drip onto my stomach. She looked at me for a moment. A lingering look. A memory-locking look. I know what it meant.
I admire Cara as she regained her normal identity. She pulled the scunci from her hair and shook her head. She only wore a ponytail for me and I had been using it all night to direct and correct her. She caught me looking and gives a shy smile back, creating a lovely paradox with her smeared lipstick and mascara that had run down her cheeks.
As she passes me on her way to the bathroom, I reached out and let my fingers run down her thin arm. She turns and looks down a little sad. Addressing the floor, she says, “I know why I keep coming back to you, but I really should stop.”
I wouldn’t let her see it, but I frown once she shuts the door. I’m selfish and I take advantage of her inability to say no to me, but I also know I give her something her new boyfriend never will: simple purpose and direction. As much as I’ve dominated her, she actually gave voice to that simple purpose soon after we met and had echoed it dutifully whenever I checked-in to make sure she was okay: “I just want you to be happy, Sir.”
Still, even my cold heart feels a little regret as I consider her internal conflict about what she wants and what that means about her. Part of her wants a normal life and that includes a nice partner. Her new boyfriend, Steve, seems like he could be a good guy. But that devil inside me speaks up: “She’s only 19, what does she really know about what she wants? What she needs?” And the angel replies, “You met your wife when you were 19.”
The toilet flushed and I pulled myself together as I sit on the side of the bed. I adopted the neutral-bordering-on-stern look she likely imagines me with in her dreams that she tells me about. The door opened and she’s using a towel to wipe her face, mixing the remains of her makeup and the cum I marked her face with before we started fucking.
She shuffled back into the room, naked. Her petite body is so tight and I admire it in the way only an older person can. She sat beside my feet and put her head against my leg. Instinctively, I reached out and stroked her hair, letting my big hand spread wide as I cover most of her head. She looked up, eyes wet. “I’m sorry, Sir. I know I shouldn’t make this more complicated.”
I reached further down and rubbed her cheek. “It’s okay. Afterwards, it’s fine to talk about our relationship. You are very special to me and if you need to not see me because you want to figure out if Steve will make you happy, I will understand that. I just won’t make that decision for you–I’d only make the best choice for me, which would be keeping you for myself.”
The tears began to fall and she laughed in a way that reminded me she wasn’t that far removed from being a girl. “You just say that. You’d never take me back after I finally let him inside me. Besides, you will only want to be with me until I get, what, 22 or so and then I’ll be too old for you.”
It stings with truth a little, but I also know that there’s more to us than just the thrill of being with someone half my age. I don’t want her to know that, though. “Cara, we met and fucked initially because of our age difference. That is not why I’ve continued to see you. Your age will never change many things that I enjoy about you, but I admit that it adds some guilty pleasure to what we do.”
She hugged my leg and I felt her tears pool against my thigh. I held her head and pulled her a little closer to me and she responded by kissing my leg so sweetly that my heart lifted up for a moment. Then it’s over as she pulled back and sat up, her back to me on the bed.
“I don’t know if I can come back. Steve is so sweet to me and I feel so guilty every time I’m with him now. Even as he kisses me, I’m thinking about you. It’s not right and he doesn’t deserve that. I need to give him my attention and I can’t do that when I’m with you like this. You know I want all of this with you, all the time. But I understand you won’t leave your wife. I need more. I deserve more.”
I gently took her chin with my hand and moved her head so it faces me. “Cara, I understand why you need more. We identified that as the reason we would eventually have to end this before we even fucked. I’m not glad we’ve arrived here, but it’s not a surprise. Maybe Steve is the guy for you and maybe he isn’t, but I don’t fault you for wanting to find out. And, hey–you’ve got a lot of memories and stories and videos if you need a little taste of the fun we had.”
The tears fell again as she quickly nodded her head. I heard the drops hit the sheets as they fell and soaked into the bed. I reached out and felt the wet spot, locking this moment into my brain. The pain began to set in as I realized that she’s not going to resist me pushing her away this time.
She stood up and quickly got dressed. I don’t watch her; I stared at the darkening clouds behind the trees in my backyard as I listened to the sounds of her putting herself back together.
“Alex.”
I turned, blinking as I refocused from being lost in wondering if I’d see her again. “Yes?”
“When you were most mean to me–you know, slapping me or choking me or saying horrible things to me–that’s when I’d call you ‘Daddy.’ And you’d get so hard. Like, you were already stretching me and then I’d feel the pain as soon as I said the word from you getting even bigger. Why did you like that? You don’t even have kids, so it’s not like you have some daughter you secretly fantasize about. What did that mean to you?”
I couldn’t help but let a grin override my darkening mood. “It reminded me about what I meant to you. It brought some humanity back to the lustful monster that can take over sometimes. It made me think about how I take care of you, how we talk and cuddle after sex, and how I would think about you all the time when we weren’t together. I would suddenly feel lucky to have all of that and still get to fuck you so roughly; to feel so much emotion for you and be able to express myself in these seemingly paradoxical ways. All of these feelings then made my cock even harder for you.”
I took a breath and looked at the floor as I considered how much more vulnerable I want to get. A little truth wouldn’t hurt right now. “I wanted you so badly in that moment and felt so accepted by you because you knew and wanted all the sides of me.”
She nodded, tears rolling now. “Oh, Alex…”
I held up my hand as she began to move towards me. “I’m going to be fine, sweetheart. Really. I’m going to miss this, but I’m very happy we met and had the time together we did.”
I watched her finish getting dressed. She grabbed her purse and walked towards the door, head down. She paused at the door, began to turn, and then stopped.
My heart sped up for a moment.
Then I heard her goodbye bounce off the door before she disappeared back into the world.
I walked over the small bar against the wall and grabbed a small bottle of whisky. I popped off the cap and made a mock toast towards the door. “Here’s to Cara.”
I threw it back and enjoyed the edge falling away.
“Fuck it. On to the next one…”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/e8jme3/end_of_the_affair_mf_cheating
Very hot story and profound in how the two characters relate to each other. I enjoyed the extra depth. Erotica for the thinkers. Thanks for posting.
Some of it is in past tense, some in present tense, it changes from sentence to sentence sometimes which breaks the narrative flow. One more editing pass to choose one tense and this is a 10/10.
Absolutley LOVE it. Thank you so much for posting.