Awakening of the Goddess

They kissed, and immediately she began stroking his cock under his pants. Soon, she was on her knees, on the balcony, her head bobbing up and down on his massive cock. Clothes came off, they went inside back to the couch, and soon their fucking reached an intensity that had Justine screaming wildly. The master fucked her from behind, and when he came, she could feel it splattering all over her back.

Justine thought that would be the end of it, but to her surprise, the master stayed hard, and after a little foreplay, they were soon fucking again. She sat on his lap, bouncing her ass up and down and rubbing her tits all over his fact and head. They were so big that he could practically get his whole head in between them.

They fucked and not only did Justine climax over and over, riding ever higher waves of intensity, the master came multiple times, and each time unloaded a garden hose spray of cum. Justine was practically covered and the couch was a mess. Justine got lost in time, and when she came out of the haze of constant ecstasy, she was amazed that they had been fucking for hours. She had never experienced anything even remotely similar with Trent. She didn't even think that kind of sex was possible.

They lay on the large spacious couch for a while, talking softly.

"Can you promise me something?" Justine asked. "I can accept now that only you can fuck me the way I need. But I still love my husband. I don't want to end it with him just for a sexual adventure. Can you promise me that if I keep seeing you that you won't do anything to let him know?" The master laughed a little.

"If that's what you want," the master said, "then I will let you continue to see your husband." Justine was about to argue with him over phrasing it like that. How dare he say "let", as if it were all his choice. He was so arrogant it was frustrating. However, at this point, she didn't want to argue because potentially the master could expose their affair to Trent, and she didn't want that. "You're going to come with me so that I can show you real sexual power and pleasure." Justine smiled and snuggled a little closer to the master. She knew that unlike her and Trent's attempts to find more sexual adventure, the master could really deliver. However, she was also a little concerned.

"I can't just get away any time, though," Justine said.

"You will come when I want you," the master said confidently, "because you know what it is you will feel. You will just have to figure out for yourself how to conceal it from your husband." Justine hated the way he spoke as if he were the king of everything. Yet she knew he was right. Now that she had accepted that she was going to have this affair, she figured the only thing to do was experience it fully. If she was going to risk her marriage, then what would be the point of risking it for only a part of the possible experience?

Justine smiled. She felt that she might be able to arrange something truly perfect. If she could have the master satisfying her sexually, and Trent being the perfect husband, then she would have it all. She would have the sex life that she expected for her self. It was unfair to Trent, but she thought that the affair with the master was most likely going to be temporary. After all, it was just sex and she loved Trent. In time, hopefully she could figure out how to take what worked about sex with the master and make that a part of her life with Trent. In the long run, it would be better for her marriage.

All it took was convincing Trent to go along with it for a while. She knew she could add more fake shifts at work, modelling gigs, and more "girl's nights out" in order to explain her time away from Trent. The trickier part was that she just couldn't seriously consider having sex with Trent now that she had the master to satisfy her so completely. Sex with Trent would be undeniably pathetic in comparison, and it would be best to avoid that comparison. Convincing Trent to take a break from sex would be a true test of his devotion to her.

Justine came home with her legs feeling weak from the waves of intense orgasm she had endured. It was almost painful letting out so many intense climaxes. It was as if her body had stored up years of sexual tension that was being released by the master's cock. There was an echo of the sold-as-steel rod inside her, and of course the taste of his cum in her mouth. She held onto it, the way one savors the taste of dessert, as she came home.

As if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, she came home bright and cheery, and Trent could tell immediately that her mood was very different from the last few weeks. She even looked more attractive, with her glowing smile, and her manner, which Trent couldn't have known was the afterglow of having been fucked by another man. He pressed up against her, and they kissed, but they both felt that awkwardness of knowing that if they kept going, the sex would probably be unsatisfying and frustrating. This time, though, there was a difference. Justine wasn't bothered, and she was so at ease with just not expecting or forcing any sex that Trent was also put at ease.

He wanted to talk about it, but she was so exhausted from having been fucking for hours that she collapsed into bed immediately.

"So what changed?" Trent asked over breakfast the next morning,

"I talked some things over with my friends yesterday," Justine said, continuing a lie that she had thought out in advance, "And they helped me see things in a new light. You know I'm so grateful for how well we communicate, but I think it really helped to get some outside input." She had to hold back from giggling at the unintended pun of "input". The word reminded her of the master's cock thrusting in and out of her like a piston. She shifted her legs as the memory gave her a twinge of excitement.

"What did you decide?" Trent asked. Justine was concerned how to react, as she knew this was a deciding moment. She had made up her mind last night that the perfect plan was that she would have her sexual needs met by the master, and continue her perfect marriage in every other way with Trent. It was unfair to him, not only because she would be lying to him and betraying him constantly, but also that he would not be having any sex.

Her perfect life would only work though, if Trent agreed to what she was about to suggest.

"Remember we talked about taking a break? A break from sex?" Justine asked. She continued, "Well, I think that's a good idea now. I want to just focus on all the parts of the marriage that work, and take the pressure off the bedroom for now."

"Okay, fine," Trent said, though Justine could tell that he was bothered. She looked into his eyes and could see them looking down at her tits. She knew how she turned him on, and she knew it would be hard on him to look at her but not touch her. It was so unfair, but since there was no way she could admit to how she was betraying him, it was the only way. "Why do you now think that's a good idea?" Trent said.

"Girls talk about things," Justine said with a giggle. She knew that good lies don't get too detailed. "I can't let you in on all our secrets. Are you really willing to go along with it, though?" Trent looked obviously concerned, but he nodded. "You know I'll do anything for you. Take as long as you want. We'll get back to it when the time is right," Trent said. Justine was thrilled and she jumped up so that she could bend over to kiss Trent on the forehead. As she did so, she saw how Trent stared at her tits while they jiggled and wobbled with her every movement. At that moment she realized that it wasn't going to just be difficult for Trent to abstain from sex for her, but that it would be torture. A constant tease. She felt guilty about that, though at the same time, much like she realized that his absolute trust in her gave her power, so did this. And she liked the feeling of power.

As they snuggled in bed that night, Justine felt that she had found the perfect balance. She had a loving husband who adored her and could fulfill that part of her that wanted simple companionship. It was a textbook perfect marriage, in terms of how they got along. At the same time, she could be fully sexually satisfied by the master. She could leave the domestic world of her husband and escape to a rich and fulfilling fantasy life that her husband couldn't provide. She would be fucked regularly. Justine recognized that was so totally unfair to Trent that he got no sex while she would be having regular and incredible sex, but Justine vowed that later she would figure out how to solve that problem. After all, Trent wasn't going to be satisfied in a marriage without sex forever. For the time being, though, Justine figured she would enjoy her perfect situation, and hope that some kind of alternative would occur to her before Trent became too frustrated.

Justine was a little worried that the master would want to see her constantly, and make it impossible to justify so much time away from Trent. However, it turned out he made her go see him about three times a week. Justine was able to cover some times by pretending she got some extra modelling jobs or some shifts at her part time job at the make up counter. On some occasions, though, the master would insist on seeing her later at night, sometimes Friday or Saturday, and that meant Justine had to make up "girls night out" events where she went out with friends and Trent couldn't come. The master arranged it so that one of his young slaves was available to take the part of one of Justine's friends in case Trent called, so Justine knew she could get away with it.

At first, Justine would dress conservatively on her way out the door so Trent wouldn't get too much interest in where she was going or what she was doing. Then, when she was out out sight, she would change into clothes she had on underneath or in her bag, incredibly provocative expensive dresses and boots that the master gave her. However, it was such a hassle to coordinate not only what to wear but how to conceal and carry everything, that she started to allow Trent to see a little more of what she was actually going to wear each time.

As Trent began to notice her wearing more and more sexy things, he couldn't help but become interested in what she was doing. He didn't suspect anything, at least not at first, because he believed that if Justine wasn't being satisfied by him, it was unlikely that she could somehow solve her sexual hang ups with some random guy that she couldn't communicate with as deeply as she could with Trent. He couldn't have possibly imagined how wrong he was, but still, he wasn't suspicious of her. He just became aware that she was becoming more showy in the way she dressed, and he wanted to participate in that. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of being out with the most beautiful woman when she was showing off.

Justine had to become more insistent in refusing having Trent come out with her as she got sexier. Which would make you think that she would counter by toning down her dresses. However, Justine became aware of another curious feeling. She liked how Trent reacted when he saw her going out the door. It wasn't just that she liked his admiration of how she looked, she also liked his frustration at not being able to accompany her. She liked the tease. It gave her a sense of power, of having what he wanted but decided whether or not he could have it. She justified it in her mind by choosing to believe that maybe it was the first hint that she could build a sexual attraction with Trent. However, part of her knew that there was simply an undeniable excitement that she felt just knowing how much he wanted her while she was away from her.

If Trent got that excited by just seeing how she dressed when she went out, his mind would have been completely blown away if he knew what she did when she met the master. Justine was not just having sex, but wild, intense and intensely erotic sex. The master fucked her hard, and released a wild abandon inside of Justine that was pure excitement to watch. He fucked her cunt, her mouth, her tits and her ass. Sometimes other women would join in, and Justine found that she liked it. She enjoyed it with other women both because she loved the idea of being sexually desired by both genders, and she loved the way the master would watch.

A typical night with the master involved Justine heading over to his place where he would have drinks or possibly dinner served by maids. They would talk about casual things, nothing ever too serious, and flirt and kiss. Then, as the night went on, they would end up fucking wherever in the master's palatial penthouse the impulse struck them. Justine's favourite place to fuck was outside on the balcony overlooking the city. She knew it was very unlikely anyone saw her, but she liked the possibility, as if she were somehow queen over the whole city, and they would all want to see her in the throws of passion if they could.

Sometimes, the master would take Justine to orgies or similar sex parties. Once or twice, the master allowed her to be fucked by other men, two and three at a time, while the master watched, while he himself was serviced by another woman. There was a definite rule, which never had to be said, that Justine would only fuck other men if it was as much for the master's entertainment as for Justine's pleasure. Usually, the master kept Justine for himself, as she was always the most desired woman at the party and both he and Justine liked the overwhelming sense of desire for her that could almost be physically felt in the air. She didn't really need other men, though. The ones at the orgies were more satisfying than Trent, but nowhere near as satisfying as the master.

Now that Justine was fully embracing the life that she had set up for herself, she could really feel how unfair it was to Trent. There was no denying that everything Justine was doing with the master was what Trent ached to do with her himself. The more intense the sexual experience, the more it was obviously unfair to Trent. After all, Trent had worked for years to build a quality relationship with Justine, and if anyone deserved the intense sexual experience that could be had with her, it was Trent, and not this man who casually stepped into her life and without having had to do a single thing, indulged in Justine in any way he saw fit. It would crush Trent to know that she was fucking another man. However, to know how far it went, and how much she loved it, would possibly kill him.

That feeling of just how unfair it all was to Trent on top of how much of a betrayal it was didn't stop her at all, though. Justine continued travelling between two worlds, one made entirely of sex and sin, and the other made of domestic love. She was determined that the world of the master be purely about sex, which is why she never discussed anything too serious with him. Although she knew that she was betraying her husband to a degree that most people, Trent first and foremost, would consider completely outrageous and totally unforgivable, keeping it strictly about sex and not having any emotional betrayals as well allowed her some room to think that maybe there was something redeemable in the situation. It was just physical, and she thought that was something that could maybe change. Her affair with the master might fade if the novelty of it all wore off, but the love she had for Trent was forever.

Despite trying to keep this mental distinction, though, it was sometimes hard to make the transition from the master's world back into her regular life. She would come home from the master, exhausted, slightly sore inside, the taste of his cock in her mouth, and feeling an afterglow of satisfaction and then be greeted by Trent who was obviously suffering from not having any sex in his life and needing to talk and communicate and trying to bridge the gap between them. Even though she could understand his need to try and talk things over to try and find ways to repair their sex life, which is something that Justine also wanted, she still found it hard to be enthusiastic about the long conversations. She was, after all, completely sexually fulfilled and satisfied. It made conversing with him into the night about emotional needs and so on a little tiresome. Her mind would wander, thinking about the master's cock and the things he had done to her just a little earlier. The more Trent might talk about how they could get together physically, the more she would compare him to the master and she couldn't help but think that she was already satisfied.

It went on this way for weeks. Trent didn't seem to suspect anything, as Justine was completely consistent about the times she said she was working or going out with friends.

One time, when Justine had said she would be out with friends, Trent thought of calling her, just to check in. He wasn't suspecting her of having lied about anything, but he did feel a little left out, and wanted to just call to have a connection between himself and her time away from him. He dialled the number, and a woman he didn't know answered.

"Hello," the woman said, "this is Justine's phone." Trent could hear some music in the background and thought Justine must be out drinking at a bar or something. Perhaps she was dancing or away from her phone.

What he didn't realise was that the woman was one of the master's servants, and she was on the same bed as Justine and the master. Justine was on her back as the master relentlessly pounded his massive cock into her, like the piston of a machine. There was music in the background, but it was just some music playing on the master's stereo. When Justine's phone range, the servant picked it up and, looking at the display screen, said it was someone named Trent. Justine had to try and stop screaming in ecstasy, while the master calmly held back his grunting, though he maintained his powerful motions. Since Justine was finding it hard to constrain herself, the master nodded to the girl so that she would answer the phone.

"Oh, hello," Trent said, "Who is this?"

"I'm Lina, a friend of Justine's" the girl said.

"Nice to meet you Lina." Trent said. "Is Justine there?"

"Yes, she's here," the girl said with a smooth and polite tone. She gave no hint at all of anything wrong. "She's just having some fun with friends. Do you need me to get her for you?"

"Yes," Trent said, "thanks." The girl looked at Justine to see if Justine was capable yet of not screaming while being fucked. Justine was biting her lip, and looking at the master shaking her head, indicating that she didn't think she could do it. The master, however, with a devious glint in his eye, motioned for Lina to hand the phone to Justine. All the while, he kept up his intense pounding of Justine's pussy. Lina handed the phone over to Justine, and Justine took it and held it to her ear.

"Hi honey," Justine said, trying to sound as casual as possible, but there was a slight quiver in her voice. "What's up?" It was hard to keep her breath calm enough for speaking with her huge breasts rolling back and forth with every thrust of the master's cock.

"Sorry to interrupt you and your friends," Trent said, "I guess, I don't know, I was just feeling a little lonely without you. So I just wanted to call and say hi."

"That's, uh," Justine said, biting her lip to try and hold back a moan, "That's sweet. We'll talk when I get home, okay?" Justine hoped that she could get off the phone quickly, because she felt a tension inside of her that was on the verge of making her climax. Something about having Trent on the phone talking to her so innocently, not being aware of how she was betraying him with another man right under his nose, it was exciting and she liked it. However, at the same time, she felt guilty for this new feeling, knowing that what she was doing would hurt him so much if he realized, which he might do at any moment. The guilt, however, somehow only made the feeling even more intense. She liked the feeling but didn't like that she liked it. She thought it made her a bad person, but she liked that she was a bad person who could get away with it. There was that undercurrent of power in getting away with being bad. It was a rush, and she felt the impending climax welling up inside her and she knew it would be the most powerful one yet.