“Ah, Mark. That’s it, right there-right there! Mmm, mmgaaads, a little more…. ahhh, God damn it!” I woke dripping with sweat from another sex dream. I paused long enough to listen for my husband’s rhythmic breathing before slipping down to my office. There were more than a few sleepless nights this week. I couldn’t stop thinking about how passionately we kissed in the woods and the fire that it lit inside of me. The smell of his cologne. The taste of Mark’s lips, and how his tongue tantalized my twat. Not to mention the way he fucked my mouth with his magnificent cock. I would get so worked up from these dreams that I’d have to slip down to my office to satiate myself until the wee hours of the night.

No one really weighs the costs of an affair; there’s only the then and now, and every morning it was a struggle to keep from contacting him to meet again before the end of the week. I didn’t want to appear over-eager or more slutty than I already had. Imagine that: me, a newlywed to boot, whoring around behind my husband's back with my husband’s uncle.

Friday was fast approaching, which meant date night for my husband and me. We’d have dinner and try to take in a movie or a concert. Afterward, he would think that I’d be sufficiently wooed, and we’d have sex. Not that the sex was boring; it just lacked spontaneity and imagination. Doggy style was as exotic as it got, and missionary was sooo mundane. At least when he’d wake me in the night, he’d take me from behind as we spooned.

While we were dating, we’d spend hours kissing and petting. He wanted to wait until we were married to have sex, but he’d finger-bang me once in a while. All of that stopped after we said our I do’s. I don’t regret marrying him; I just thought there’d be more. More sex, more passion, anything other than the rut that we’d fallen into. I had to remind myself not to belittle our sex life if I continued things with his uncle.

My husband called me on Thursday to say Mark called and wanted my recipe for the dip from last week's party. “I’ll text you his number, and make him buy you lunch for it,” he joked. I gave him a fake laugh, thinking I would make Mark do more than buy me lunch. This had to be a ploy so we could talk, but who was I kidding? I was going to give in and call him before the end of the week anyway.

Mark picked up on the first ring when I called, which made me think he was waiting for my call.

“Hi Jess. I haven’t been able to get Monday out of my head. It’s driving me crazy wondering when or if you’d call. I know we should talk, but I wasn’t sure if you'd like to meet again."

“Yeah, I’ve had a few sleepless nights wondering the same. And yes, I want to do it again, but I don’t know if the park is the right place for what I want to do to you.”

“Do to me?” he snickered. “I might have just the ticket. At the park tomorrow around noon?”

“Yes.”

I hung up and texted my husband that I was having a late lunch with Mark. I was relieved when he texted saying that we should push date night off till Saturday. I texted back that it was a good idea, then went upstairs to pick out an actual outfit for tomorrow. Lord knows I couldn’t show up without a bra again, though I could get by with tight leggings again. Something that would show off my ass. Though I had nice tits, I always thought my ass was my best feature. “Hmm. My ass. Is it cheating if it’s butt stuff?” I thought, remembering the last time someone gave me a good buggering.

An RV sat at the far end of the lot when I pulled into the park, flashing its lights. Thankfully, it was overcast and in the seventies today. I could only imagine how hot our sweaty ball-slapping sex would get.  I pulled up next to it when Mark opened the door with a shit-eating grin, asking if this would work for what I had to do to him. I couldn’t get out of the car fast enough to join him for another kiss. We didn’t even say hello before we locked in a tongue-twisting French kiss that made my knees go weak.

Mark chuckled as he held me in his arms. “No bra again?”

I grinned as I pulled my sundress off my shoulders, letting my tits pop free, saying, “I didn’t think I needed one,” as I let my dress drop to the floor and gave him a slow turn.

“I could eat you up.”

I let my vanity get the better of me. “And my ass?” I asked, turning my backside slightly.

“I’d eat that ass,” Mark laughed, squeezing one of my butt cheeks playfully as he backed me toward the back of the RV.

I placed a three-pack of condoms on the nightstand for later. I hated the taste of them and wanted to hold off until my oral fixation was satisfied before having sex. I was still hesitant to let Mark fuck my cunt because I had so many other unsatisfied desires. I leaned back with my legs spread, asking if he was really going to eat my ass.

“How about we start with your pussy first and see where it goes.”

“Sixty-nine?” I asked, remembering how he face-fucked me the last time. “You can even be on top, if you remember to let me breathe now and then.”

Mark’s cock dangled in my face as he positioned himself over me and I slipped its tip between my lips. I let his cock slide deeper and deeper until my gag reflex relaxed enough to take him to the back of my mouth. In college, I discovered that I could deep-throat a cock easier in this position than if I were on my knees. It didn’t take very long before I could take Mark’s cock down my throat, and he began to undulate his hips, slowly, fucking my throat like it was a cunt.

His tongue felt deliciously sinful as it plowed through my labia while he plunged a couple fingers into my dripping slit. I began to hump his face, trying to give him full access to my cunt. He realized what I wanted and tucked a pillow under my butt. Mark thrust his tongue into my vagina so deep that his nose was planted firmly on my anus, sending a shiver through my spine. I still wasn’t sure which hole I was going to let Mark fuck. Either way, I was glad that I prepped for our encounter.

My uncertainty was short-lived the second Mark’s tongue touched my pucker. “Ohh, god!” my mind screamed. The exquisite sensation made me climax almost instantly. I had cum from anal fingering and even during anal sex, but nothing as powerful as this.

Mark managed to fuck my throat the whole time that he was eating me out. Then he’d pull out to lick my ass and let me catch my breath. When I was ready, I’d put his cock back in so he could continue throat-fucking me. I don’t know how many times he made me cum, but I wanted his cock in my ass before he nutted down my gullet. I shifted beneath him while patting him on the hip.

“Is everything okay?” he asked as he settled beside me.

“Put on a condom,” I said as I rummaged through my purse for the lube that I brought with me. “Lean back against the headboard,” I instructed as I coated his cock with some lube.  

I turned my back to him and grabbed his cock as I squatted over him, guiding it to my sphincter. “Ohh, god, you’re tight," he muttered as I sank onto his shaft.

“I can’t get this at home.”

I braced myself with one hand on Mark’s shoulder as I started moving up and down on his shaft. My other hand was three fingers deep inside my pussy and quickly driving me to another series of orgasms. I kept riding him, whimpering and moaning like I had with my college professor.  

My moans must have pushed Mark to the brink. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me while he pounded his cock up my bum. I let out an ear-piercing screech as a huge climax rocked me. “Don’t stop! Ohh, God. Don’t stop!” I squealed in ecstasy.

Mark drove his cock into me, pushing me forward while he shifted to his knees, barely missing a beat. He had me screaming into the mattress as he pounded me faster. “You better hurry,” he growled through his clenched teeth.

I scooted out of bed and knelt at the foot, saying. “Cum on my face.”

Mark pulled off the condom while inching forward. “This is so fucking hot, Jen,” he grunted as he power-washed my face with his cum. He smeared his milky spunk across my face with his cock. The way he rubbed his cock over my lips, spreading his cum everywhere, somehow released it from deep inside. And though he hadn’t said it, he made me feel like it. A slut. His slut. I came just thinking about it.

The smell of his spunk on my flesh and its taste on my lips seemed to last forever. I don’t know if it was real or the guilty stench of fornication, but I was convinced my husband would be able to smell it, and I avoided his advances for days. All while dreaming of Mark’s next kiss.