Straight Female / 31
At the start of the month my husband Greg and I had a huge bust up. He accused me of cheating on him with a friend of his called Mark. It was at a party and Greg beat up his friend, even though Mark and I both knew nothing happened. I got a slap and woke up the following morning with a severely bruised face.
As you can probably imagine I wasn't best pleased with being hit, but I was more angry about being accused of something I/we hadn't done.
Four days after the party, Greg and three other friends went on a stag weekend in Wales. The moment he left, I text Mark and asked him how he was. He didn't reply for some time, but when he did, his response was "I'm fine now. Might as well have fucked you, given the beating I took".
It was an angry reply, but I knew where he was coming from. And thinking about his response, I eventually text back "He's away all weekend, call by if you want to realise your text".
There was no reply and I figured he was too angry or even too scared to answer. I was wrong.
Just after ten that night, Mark knocked on the door. I'd not long had a shower and was only wearing my silky bath robe. No bra and knickers and I was still a little wet, so the robe showed all of my curves and breasts.
I'd just about shut the door, when I was spun around and kissed forcefully. I responded and knew no matter what, I was going to feel Mark's cock inside of me.
What's the saying, In for a penny, in for a pound. Having already been accused, and both of us beaten, we'd come to the same conclusion, we might as well have sex.
It was the single best time I've ever had sexually. Mark's cock wasn't especially large, although it was slightly bigger than Greg's. It was how we had sex. We went from a loving very intimate sex, to all out rough anything goes fucking. And over a long sustained period of time. Greg if I'm lucky lasts twenty minutes, and once he's cum that's it. Mark however, with our mix of oral sex, long periods of kissing and sexual touching, plus fucking me in as many positions as I've ever had sex in, lasted for over an hour before he first came. Then once he'd fucked my mouth pussy and arsehole to three amazing orgasms, he went back down on me and began to lick out the cum he'd just pumped up my pussy. Making me climax again, he rose up and dominated me. For the next half an hour I was taken to new sexual heights, and was made to feel sluttish, depraved, horny as fuck, but over everything, loved and wanted. Mark finally ejaculated up my arsehole as I leaned over the arm of the sofa. Lay with him on the sofa, he thanked me for "Exercising our beatings". Throughout that night we carried on flushing away Greg's brutality by constantly kissing, caressing and fucking in an ever increasing understanding of each others needs. By the time we both fell asleep, I'd lost count of how many times I'd orgasmed, and my pussy and arsehole were throbbing with Marks wonderful ways of making me cum.
At four in the morning, I was awoken by my phone ringing. It was Greg calling. He was drunk and telling me he was sorry he'd hit me, telling me how much he loved me. But just as he told me he loved me, Mark slipped his hard cock straight up my pussy as I lay on my side. The gasp that Greg heard, mistaking me as accepting his apology, was me feeling Marks cock bottom out deep inside my body. As my husband rambled on slurring his words, I eased backwards taking every inch of the cock of the man who my husband had so stupidly beaten up.
With each word coming from my husband's mouth, Mark intensified his thrusts and I climaxed. The shrill moan that escaped my lips must of sounded like a sob, because Greg said "It's alright babe, I'll make it up to you". But I already knew he'd never be able to. And I also knew as I switched off my phone, I was going to give Mark everything of me.
Mark and I had sex, then slept, then had sex again. We eventually emerged, showered together and had a very late breakfast. Before Mark left, he had me sprawled across our kitchen table naked. Not wanting anything in return, something that wouldn't happen with Greg, Mark so gently and so expertly tongued out my pussy, clit and arsehole. I'd orgasmed twice by the time he dressed to leave.
Mark and I have met several times now. Each time the sex and our feelings grow together. There isn't any guilt or remorse concerning our affair, none whatsoever. If anything we've both concluded that we're with the wrong people, and to that aim we're both going to be very soon ending our respective relationships. My husband Greg made a huge mistake hitting me. Some women will pursue with violent partners, I won't and as soon as I get my finances in order, I'm going to be dumping a bully who thinks it fine to beat people up, just because he can.
As you can probably imagine I wasn't best pleased with being hit, but I was more angry about being accused of something I/we hadn't done.
Four days after the party, Greg and three other friends went on a stag weekend in Wales. The moment he left, I text Mark and asked him how he was. He didn't reply for some time, but when he did, his response was "I'm fine now. Might as well have fucked you, given the beating I took".
It was an angry reply, but I knew where he was coming from. And thinking about his response, I eventually text back "He's away all weekend, call by if you want to realise your text".
There was no reply and I figured he was too angry or even too scared to answer. I was wrong.
Just after ten that night, Mark knocked on the door. I'd not long had a shower and was only wearing my silky bath robe. No bra and knickers and I was still a little wet, so the robe showed all of my curves and breasts.
I'd just about shut the door, when I was spun around and kissed forcefully. I responded and knew no matter what, I was going to feel Mark's cock inside of me.
What's the saying, In for a penny, in for a pound. Having already been accused, and both of us beaten, we'd come to the same conclusion, we might as well have sex.
It was the single best time I've ever had sexually. Mark's cock wasn't especially large, although it was slightly bigger than Greg's. It was how we had sex. We went from a loving very intimate sex, to all out rough anything goes fucking. And over a long sustained period of time. Greg if I'm lucky lasts twenty minutes, and once he's cum that's it. Mark however, with our mix of oral sex, long periods of kissing and sexual touching, plus fucking me in as many positions as I've ever had sex in, lasted for over an hour before he first came. Then once he'd fucked my mouth pussy and arsehole to three amazing orgasms, he went back down on me and began to lick out the cum he'd just pumped up my pussy. Making me climax again, he rose up and dominated me. For the next half an hour I was taken to new sexual heights, and was made to feel sluttish, depraved, horny as fuck, but over everything, loved and wanted. Mark finally ejaculated up my arsehole as I leaned over the arm of the sofa. Lay with him on the sofa, he thanked me for "Exercising our beatings". Throughout that night we carried on flushing away Greg's brutality by constantly kissing, caressing and fucking in an ever increasing understanding of each others needs. By the time we both fell asleep, I'd lost count of how many times I'd orgasmed, and my pussy and arsehole were throbbing with Marks wonderful ways of making me cum.
At four in the morning, I was awoken by my phone ringing. It was Greg calling. He was drunk and telling me he was sorry he'd hit me, telling me how much he loved me. But just as he told me he loved me, Mark slipped his hard cock straight up my pussy as I lay on my side. The gasp that Greg heard, mistaking me as accepting his apology, was me feeling Marks cock bottom out deep inside my body. As my husband rambled on slurring his words, I eased backwards taking every inch of the cock of the man who my husband had so stupidly beaten up.
With each word coming from my husband's mouth, Mark intensified his thrusts and I climaxed. The shrill moan that escaped my lips must of sounded like a sob, because Greg said "It's alright babe, I'll make it up to you". But I already knew he'd never be able to. And I also knew as I switched off my phone, I was going to give Mark everything of me.
Mark and I had sex, then slept, then had sex again. We eventually emerged, showered together and had a very late breakfast. Before Mark left, he had me sprawled across our kitchen table naked. Not wanting anything in return, something that wouldn't happen with Greg, Mark so gently and so expertly tongued out my pussy, clit and arsehole. I'd orgasmed twice by the time he dressed to leave.
Mark and I have met several times now. Each time the sex and our feelings grow together. There isn't any guilt or remorse concerning our affair, none whatsoever. If anything we've both concluded that we're with the wrong people, and to that aim we're both going to be very soon ending our respective relationships. My husband Greg made a huge mistake hitting me. Some women will pursue with violent partners, I won't and as soon as I get my finances in order, I'm going to be dumping a bully who thinks it fine to beat people up, just because he can.
