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*Ahh-ah-ah-ah-ah ahhhh-ah*
*I messed up tonight, I lost another fight …*
*I wanna try everything. I wanna try even though I could fail*
We were in my car again; we were blasting along to Disney songs and Shakira was filling our heads. Ariel was so playful, exciting, sexual, so different from my wife. There was a time when my wife and I was all over each other, but after a few years of marriage, that withered and dwindled to nothing.
We were on our way to a dog park by the beach. Neither of us had dogs, but it was a good place to stroll. Ariel: “How often do you guys do … ummm .. hmm?”
I was taken aback by her brazeness on the topic. I was pretty nervous about talking about my sex life at home; it seems simultaneously wrong to my wife for talking to outsiders about what we do at home, but also wrong to talk to a girl about what I do with other girls
“Hey, OP, it’s ok — she’s your wife. of course you have hmmm. Come on, how much?” Ariel insisted as she put her hand on my lap
“Once every … oh week or so” I lied. It had been over 3 months at point, and 3 months more since the previous one.
“Wow, so much! Even after you guys got married? Good going, OP. My husband, we do it once a month at most.”
“Well, if you are looking for the intimacy, … take it from me, a guy — he won’t say no.”
“Ah, well, I said he does ME once a month or so. HE has sex more than that … I haven’t. And hey, you’re no better, OP. Last time, only YOU had your fun.”
“Hey I offered …”
Her hand found its way into my pants again. “Just focus on driving. Drive, OP … Drive.” She unbuckled herself and leaned over the center divide to whisper in my ear.
“Feeling friendly, are we?”
“Well given where we are … where my hand is. It’s ok, just keep driving, ok?” She squeezed her hand a few times. “What? Having a hard time concentrating?”
To say her hand was divine would be an insult. She smelled of Chloe and her hand was gentle and soft with expensive lotions. She caressed my shaft as she whispered in my ear. “So when did you do her? 3 days ago? 4 days ago? Did you have your weekend fun?”
She was breathing heavier too as she sunk into her kink? Or fantasy? “What position did you guys use? Does she like to be on top? Do you lick pussy?”
Unable to process, I could only blurt out the truth. “She doesn’t really like it, honestly. We basically just do missionary. I like eating her out but she doesn’t like it as much, basically just for the lubrication”
“Does she use her hand? Does she hold you while you drive? HEY EYES ON THE ROAD. Are you having a hard time concentrating? I can stop whenever you want. Do you want me to stop?”
“Ariel, wait, no …”
“No? Don’t stop? Ok, if you insist”
I could feel my vision narrowing as she assaulted all my other senses. I found the next patch of dirt and stopped right on the interstate and pushed her back and vaulted over the center console.
All pretense and subtlety were out the door. I lifted up her sweater and eagerly pawed at her boobs. Taking a nipple in my mouth, I tickled it with the tip of my tongue, then ground out circles on it, then sucked gently and harder, all while grabbing her other breast. She threw her head back and moaned, “Ah, she doesn’t know what she’s missing. OP, that’s so good, so good. Ah, I’m so wet.”
I could have stayed on those pillowy mounds for hours, but a few minutes later, she pulled me up by my face to devour my tongue. All while reaching down my pants with her hand and continued stroking. If anyone had stopped, they would have gotten an eyeful … and I’m sure some did.
“Does she use her tongue? Does she like your taste?” She asked as she feverishly pumped me. My precum was beginning to coat her hand. “You’re so wet, OP. Do you want to cum for me? Or do you want to cum for her?”
Whatever game this was, I wasn’t even sure. But I couldn’t care at that moment. “Uhhhhh, I need it, OP. I need it. Show me how you cum in her pussy.”
I couldn’t hold on any more, and let loose some primal urge to fuck. With my wife it was gentle, it was lovemaking. This was a volatile emission of a more primal nature. I didn’t love this woman, I wanted to use her like she was using me in whatever game she was playing. I took her by the back of her neck and rammed my tongue as deep as it would go, and grasped her hand with my other hand as she pumped me. She felt my dick twitch before I came and her eyes went wide, then closed.
“Yes, give it to me, give me your cum”
I came on her hand and all over her. She stuck her finger in one of the pools and licked it — “not bad. Maybe I’ll get more next time.”
Panting, I came to my senses. Yet, far from the guilt or shock I expected, I felt powerful and self-assured. This woman had made me feel more like a man than my wife had in years. Just “putting up” with our sexual needs, an almost perfunctory performance every few months. Ariel made me feel wanted, needed, made me feel like a red blooded beef eating man.
I rested my head on her naked breast and stomach. A deep scar ran from her solar plexus past her navel.
“That’s my first-born.” she commented absentmindedly. “It’s ok for you to see, it’s fine. You’ll see everything anyways.”
“Everything?”
“Maybe … Saturday? My aunt and brothers are out of town on Saturday. And don’t forget … you owe me **TWO** now”
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