- Loving Wives
- She May Be Yours but She Is Mine
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Click hereShe is your wife but today she was mine. She is your friend and companion, she is your hug and your shoulder to cry on but today she was mine. She was the amazing hair I grabbed by the fistful, she was the heavy breasts I held and bit and squeezed, she was the beautiful round ass that was bouncing against my stomach, the warm and willing embrace around my cock. The lips I drank from. She is your wife but today my name was on her lips as her body froze in one agonizing explosion after another. She may be yours but today she is mine.
She is sitting with you now as I lay naked in bed. You are having dinner together in some fancy restaurant where you like to go. The kind of place where middle age men take their wives and engage in the boring little conversations of "how was your day...?" Do you notice how she is sitting a little to her side; shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Would you like to know why?
She came to me as the room was turning dark and the winder sky was at its gloomiest. The rain was throwing its disdain at the windows and the clouds were in a hurry to get out of here. I had not turned on the lights since the glow of the screen was enough for me. The music was sad and melancholic but that's not how I felt. All I felt was anticipation. I had waited for her for so long.
Have you ever waited for her like that? With your body tensing just at the thought of pressing against her. With your cock wanting to burst free just at the thought of her lips. With your hand visualizing the curve or her lower back? That's how I was waiting for her. Expecting her? How did you wait for her in that restaurant chair - was it anything like that?
She came to me like a shadow that joins a lonely traveller as he walks out of the forest. She knocked on the door softly and I answered moving out of the way so she can enter my little room and then moving back in so I can hold her.
I pulled her towards me and kissed her. I had wanted to kiss her for days. Her lips are so soft and so tasty. He tongue is so playful. Her eyes close as we kiss. It is seconds after walking through the door that she breathes a sigh and her knees weaken. When did you last make her sigh?
I press her against the wall as we kiss and my hands are all over her back and her ass. Her bra comes unhooked and her breasts are in my hands. Her tongue is in my mouth and my fingers are squeezing her nipples. She likes that sweet pain of excitement - did you know that? Did you forget that.
I drop to my knees because I can't help it. My head is pressing against her stomach. It is so soft and yet so hard. Her body is this amazing athletic shell that is capable of anything end then surrounded by this soft and tender tissue that embraces what it touches. I kiss her navel. I bite her stomach. My hand is on her ass and the other on her breast. My breath is on her pussy. I can breathe her excitement. It feels so amazing. My hearts forgets what it is supposed to do and my entire soul groans. I gently bite her labia through her panties and I look up at her.
Her eyes are wide open and staring at me. Her hands are holding my face as I rise. Her lips reach out to meet me. My fingers undo her clothes. She is mine now.
My cock is in her hand. It is heavy and thick and impatient. Both her hands greet it and grab it. Her hands are rough but they feel so good. Both are on my cock but still the head is buried in her soft stomach. She groans and guides me down to her legs. I can feel the burning, moist fire of her pussy. It will soon be mine. You hear me? It will be mine, not yours.
I push her on the bed and pull her panties down. Her ass is so smooth, amazingly soft and firm at the same time. So inviting. Her pussy is wet and inviting and waiting for me. Her legs are so long and so strong. She is waiting for me and I can't wait any longer.
She is so warm and burning inside. She pushes back against me. I feel I am so deep inside her that I can feel her hear beat. My hands grab her breasts. I pull her hair back and kiss her again and then get lost in the wave of motion. My hips crash against her like waves against the rocks.
I can't stop. She falls on the bed, opens her legs and accepts me again. I move fast and slow and deep and then not. I dance the meringue that I did not even know I could dance and then go back to diving inside. I want to make her say "I love you" with my cock. I almost succeed but then her body takes over and she disappears in a powerful wave of orgasms.
She is now on her knees with her hands and lips on my cock. I slap her across the face with all of its length and make her chase the swollen large head with her mouth. I cum all over her chin and her cheeks and she is licking my sperm as her eyes search for mine.
I can't stand this anymore and lift her up and enter her again, pushing hard and grabbing hard and feeling insane. Yes - I can fuck her again right after cumming - can you?
I don't last long this time. I explode inside her as my cock goes from intense hardness to a bruised and retreating animal. I am convulsing and her eyes are rolling as she cums with me.
She dresses quickly. She is in a hurry because she has dinner with you - her husband. She is full of me. I will leak out her all night as she talks to you. Why am I jealous when you should be? Why am I angry when you should be? Why do I keep saying she is mine when she is not? Why do I feel like I am losing her when it is you who lost her? Is she mine? Yours? When will I see her again?
She is ordering something nice from the menu right now. She likes the flatbread with the mushrooms I believe. That and a glass of cabernet or tempranillo from Spain. She is smiling as you talk about your day. She is your friend, your rock, your partner. I am just oozing out of her like blood from a wound. There is no healing this one...
- COMMENTS
CrazyDaveTrucker60over 5 years agoContempt is dripping like a faucet in the destruction of a marriage. He might not know. But she certainly does, and that diet of contempt will ruin the relationship as sire as cancer. Perhaps in a way it is cancer, eating away at the basis of a marriage until the union fails.
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoMen who go after married women do so, to make a chump or fool of their husbands. It's not about the woman. She's nothing more than a throwaway piece of trash. Another man's cum leaking out of you when meeting your husband? If you had or have such contempt for your husband, why did you stay married to him?
Anonymousover 6 years agoA married college instructor-before sho lost job for screwing student-used to shiver feeling my cum oozing into her panties on her 60 mile commute to her three forks montana home.
She would email about it, write about it in ims talk about it over lattes.
I was student she coerced into sex-threatening my grade, saying she would falsely accuse me of rape-I always felt for her poor husband-he knew of her multiple affairs but wouldn't divorce her-he broke down sobbing in front of her mother about it-mother told him to divorce slut
A female anon writes about doing that-Angela perhaps
While I was reading that comment I thought c*nda was writing it.
Cold selfish cruel
tazz317over 9 years agowhen told by the Cucker about the Cuckee. TK U MLJ LV NV
Anonymousover 9 years agoYes, the drawn out conclusion is what really happens. Yes a financially secure man knowing his wife is cheating has of course a PreNup at his disposal, yes she gets nothing.. and is quit right this scumbag chases after married women? why? no permanent strings attached, why he offers nothing and what the women going to tell their husbands? Never, face the Prenuptials they signed? Hahahahaha what a laugh, with her pocket money and obviously no credit cards or very little life at night in her BMW will get very cold.
Anonymousover 9 years agoThe premise was an interesting one. You rarely see post intimacy stories from the point of view of the person outside the relationship. I don't have an issue with cuck stories at all and the premise did not offend in the least. What I did find at best unpleasant was the sophomoric whinging of this obviously younger man. It drips with angst. The narrator obviously is trying to hang a stamp of possession on what he desires and tells himself, maybe correctly but just as likely delusionally, that he is this woman's ideal. The ending shows he cannot even successfully convince himself, so how can he convince us. Finally the prose starts out with a well done poetic air, but then seems layered on like a first time attempt at cosmetics. Highlight and accentuate. Don't spackle. It's an interesting premise, but unless you are going for a nihilistic mood, a poor execution. The negatives and the positives cancel each other out.
Anonymousover 9 years ago.....while I've spent years investing my best in giving her a life filled with pleasure and comfort.
But you met and moved to her, began your work to steal her. She must have been weak and forgetful....or just bored. It's a shame that the weakest of us feel that life has passed them by if it isn't "new, fresh and exciting" every single day.
Well I felt her pull away, drawn to you, you Byzantine screw! I felt her leave and after the first time, knew she'd given up her life for a moment, an instant of what she thought she'd lost......but now, she's lost everything with you. You offer nothing, you take and you excite for what, an hour, maybe two? Then you let her go to return to me. And I've been ever attentive, ever loving and supportive these 12 years. I built her a happy, fulfilling life....that she, sadly, does not value, because it's not a carnival thrill ride every moment. Oh, well. Too bad she's so shallow.....
And to tell the truth, bobo, I no longer want her.
If you haven't already heard, that all-important dinner tonight was her send-off.
You see, just as we finished dessert and she saw my thinly veiled sorrow, asking for the 5th or 6th time if everything was alright, I served her.
She'll be free and available for you soon enough....and you can have her. But you won't take her, will you, you gutter sucking weasel! Because you don't find willing, available and unattached women very interesting, do you?
So once the risk, the thrill and excitement of pursuing and winning a married woman wash away in the full light of day, you'll slip off to seek another attached thrill seeking, bored housewife.
In the meantime, watch your back, pencil dick. Stay out in the open and in crowds. Never be caught alone in a parking lot, or empty corridor or that alley behind Mac's Bar where you waste so much time bragging about your "conquests" to the fools with nothing better to do than listen to you prattle on......
Hmmmm, I wonder why cheating wives always tell their paramours that their dicks are bigger than their "wimpy husband's" dicks? They usually aren't, you know. Usually they're just as unremarkable as yours.
In this case, the photos and videos show that you're completely unremarkable and indeed smaller and less talented than I. You should seek help to better use what you've got.
Really, I just don't see the attraction. Ah, well.
Y'see you're also in for a bit of a surprise. My 26 year old personal assistant made that abundantly clear to me last week when she found me crying at my desk late Wednesday afternoon just after hours.
Yes, the photos and videos were from your latest Tuesday tryst at the Holiday Inn Express on 9th and Seymore. Classy to the last, you!
They were a veritable library of your and Diane's actions over the last five weeks.
Sherry was shocked to see me like that. It was the first time she'd ever seen me so disturbed. Still unable to speak, I slid the photos to her across my desk when she approached to ask if she could do anyhting to help.....she's so good with people!
When she looked at them, saw into them, she flew into a white rage. Really, I was stunned out of my self-pity and worried for her.
Later, much later, having also seen the videos and raging again, she had managed to calm down and began to think.
Then she revealed that the rage was because you were her fiancé. Were, not are.
Because soon now, I will be her fiancé and you'll be a fading memory.
Oh, and guess what, asshole....according to Sherry I'm both bigger and better in bed. It took nearly 5 minutes of gentle working her tight, sweet little pussy to get in, she was so tight, I fear I might hurt her. But she was so determined. You know that about her, right?
She was completely ravished by the end. And she ravished me, every second of our coupling. We were a sticky, exhausted but very, very satisfied mess at the end.
Wow, boy, you really. Are. A. Fool!
We started with hot, angry revenge sex twice that night, then made sweet, gentle, often soft love three more times before dawn. In. My. Office.
Oh, everything changed that night. Our lives forever improved, inextricably entwined and made new in the fire of our newly forged love. Love with mutual respect we'd shared for years, but never, either of us acted on. Because I was married and she had thought she found love with you. Well, nobody's perfect.
We made her pregnant that night.
Oh, it's too soon for the tests to show it, but we both felt it and are certain....and they'll confirm it soon enough.
Yes, we're that close. Until last Wednesday night, it was all professional, polite and friendly teamwork, but only that.
But for 10 years, we've worked together and become a well oiled machine, the best team of our kind in the industry. My paychecks and bonuses show that, as hers also reflect her immediate and long-term value to this enterprise.
You thought you had her wrapped up. But you are as clueless as they come. And as insubstantial as you are, you offer little to Sherry, now that your true potential and nature are revealed.
So, Wednesday everything changed. You and my (used to be) dear Diane gave us both, with your stupid, short-sighted, selfish, narcissistic self-important and self-delusional "need" for constant excitement, constant stimulation.....you gave us both a chance for real, lasting, healthy happiness.
I'm sure glad my company legal counsel was so insistent Diane and I sign a prenuptial agreement. It makes all this so much easier.
She keeps her cute little Beemer and her clothes, and I'm adding $10,000, but that's because, unlike you and Diane, I'm not a complete fool, nor a complete jerk.
So, greasewood, did she call you tonight after I left her crying in the restaurant? Did she need someplace to stay?
No?
Well, I guess you weren't that important to her, after all. But she can't stay at the downtown condo and after tonight, she can't go home. The restraining orders were clear and unmistakeable.
Good luck, pissant. Oh, and that red dot on your chest. It's just a friendly reminder....so you should go now....while you still can.
