My frustration with not being able to make love to my husband the night before didn’t help as I questioned my choices. The weight of my actions pressed heavily on my conscience, leaving me with a knot of anxiety in my stomach. Kurt's words, “I’m going to fuck this pussy,” kept lingering in my mind, giving me a mixed feeling of guilt and longing.

When I woke, I was still aroused and wanted to satisfy my needs and guilt by having sex with my husband. When I reached over to his side of the bed, Mike had already left for the day. I hated the feel of desperation as I realized that I was still feeling the effects of being touched by someone other than my husband. It certainly didn’t help that I could still feel the memory of Kurt’s cock on my tongue and the feel of his warm sperm going down my throat as I swallowed.

Having a sexual awakening was something I had heard about, but I thought it was just a myth that they wrote about to sell magazines. I was confused as to how my body could become so sexually out of control and how I still did what I did, knowing how wrong my actions were. I was pacing around the house trying to decide what to do with my day when I noticed a note near the coffee maker.

“Have a great day; you were tossing all night, so I didn’t want to wake you. Have fun with Kelly. Do me a favor; if Kurt is there, ask if he still wants to go in on that villa that we talked about.”

I intended on staying home all day to forget about my indiscretions. Instead, the memories surged to the surface as I realized I would have to confront Kelly. I started to daydream and could feel Kurt's bare chest with my hands as I imagined moving over his muscular chest and stomach and mindlessly kissing my way down below his waist. But this wasn't just my imagination, it was a memory of what had occurred just the night before. The warmth of the memory sent a shiver down my spine, reminding me of the thrill and guilt intertwined in those moments. I could still feel how strong Kurt’s ass felt when I pulled him into my mouth, so his cock pushed to the back of my throat, and the feel of his fingers when they intertwined with my hair when he lost control. Most of all, I remembered how his sperm tasted and felt as it forcefully shot into my mouth before swallowing him fully.

The fire between my legs burned hot as my hormones raged. Every fiber of my body pushed me into doing what I shouldn’t. My body didn’t just have a need; it demanded satisfaction.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable conversation with Kelly. An hour later, without even calling or sending a text, I pulled into their driveway. Youth doesn’t always think logically; most of the time, youth just does it without thinking about any repercussions. I was literally shaking as I walked up to their house, and before I knocked, Kelly answered the door with a big smile. “We were expecting you,” Kelly said as she brought me in for a hug. I was literally shaking as she kissed me on the lips.

“He’s in the bedroom waiting for you.”

An out-of-body experience is the only way I can explain how I felt as Kelly released me to go to her husband.

“Oh, and Traci,” she said with her mischievous smile. “You still have my permission.”

The butterflies in my stomach were continuously fluttering, and my legs seemed to get heavier and heavier with every step. I stopped near the bedroom door and could see Kurt’s legs as he lay on the bed. I stood there, not being able to take that last step into another man’s bedroom, knowing that I wouldn’t leave without violating my fidelity.

“Come on in, Traci; I’m glad you came.”

I froze and couldn’t move. I saw the door open the rest of the way, and there he was, completely naked with his big cock hanging between his legs. His package was impressive even when it was sleeping.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

He then put his arms around me to bring me in for a soft, tender kiss that lasted an intimately long time. I could feel his cock growing between our bodies as Kurt’s hands awoke my senses with his touch. 

“Why don’t you start by getting on your knees and giving your new best friend a hello kiss, just like last night.” 

My pussy was gushing, and my nipples were practically ripping a hole in my bra as he walked me to the side of the bed before I dropped to my knees like a good little slut.  

I reached for and tentatively took his cock into my hands to stroke it. His cock surged as my fingers slowly wrapped around the shaft and closed as far as they could go before I began to stroke him. A moan escaped his lips as he felt the wet heat of my mouth open around the tip and my lips close around the crown of his cock. 

It took under a minute for him to be as solid as a metal pipe as I sucked his cock like the cum slut that it seemed I had become. After several minutes of worshiping his incredible phallus, I could feel it expanding and was ready to take his seed. Instead, he held my head in his hands. 

“Whoa there, slow down, sweetheart. We have as much time as we need. I want to always be able to remember the feel of your incredibly sexy mouth, even when you're not here with me."

For the next several minutes, Kurt coached me in how to pleasure his cock and how to handle a man's balls without being too aggressive. Before long, I was moaning around his cock just as much as he was moaning from my ministrations. 

“Fuck. As much as I would love to dump my first load down your pretty little throat, I have more for you than just sucking my cock. Let's lose your clothes. You won’t be needing them for a while.”

“But… I thought I could just use my mouth. I mean, my husband."

“Is that what you want, Traci? To suck my cock until I cum in your mouth? Or does your body need more? I think every fiber of your being wants this, and it’s tearing you up to think that you’re betraying your husband. I think you need to get this out of your system once and for all,” he said as he wagged his cock at me.

“We both know that a blowjob isn’t the only reason you came.” He lay back on the bed and waited for me to do something, anything.

I took in the sight of his hard body as I slowly reached for the straps on my shoulders and let them fall to my arms. A moment later, after a few more tugs and pushes, my dress was pooled on his bedroom floor.

“Oh, hell yes. Those are the type of panties I love to remove, the kind that women wear when they know they won’t be on long. Turn for me; I want to see the rest of my present.” 

As I hesitantly turned, I reached around and slowly unlatched my bra. I tried to act brave, but I had never been so scared or turned on in my life. I wanted to turn and run, but the intense lust and burning desire in my loins wouldn’t allow it.

My bra fell from my breasts, but my hands held them as I turned. My modesty stayed in place for a few more seconds before I forced my arms to my side, allowing it to hit the floor along with my dress. His eyes bore into me, as if he were watching his meal being prepared before devouring.

In my head, I was screaming at myself to run out and to call Mike, the love of my life and the only man to ever see me so vulnerable. Instead, seemingly against all logic, I reached for my panties.

"Leave them," he commanded softly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. As the sexual tension in the room thickened, I could feel my heart racing as I stood there, exposed and at the mercy of my newly awakened appetite.  

“There’s nothing in the world like removing a married woman’s panties. Your tits are magnificent, by the way, so suckable. Bring them over and feed them to me.”

Kurt scooted up and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting. When I realized what he wanted, I tentatively moved to him and leaned forward, pushing my left nipple into his mouth, then the right. His hands roamed down my legs and up past my waist to my back. Finally, his hands reached my breasts as he seductively sucked each of them into his mouth. He didn’t just suck my nipples; he licked them and made love to them. The feeling was intense. He wrapped his hands around me and squeezed my panty-clad ass before slipping his fingers under the waistband. His hands then slowly slid my panties off of my hips and down my legs before they joined the last of my dignity on the floor. 

“You have a fantastic ass too; your husband is a lucky man,” he said as his hands returned to my bare ass.

Kurt then moved to the front, running his fingers up and down the nicely trimmed hair of my landing strip that led to between my legs. He then slid one of his hands between my thighs, down to my knee, and up again. I half expected him to slide a finger inside, but instead, he slid back onto the bed. 

“So sexy; come on over and make yourself comfortable.”

I crawled onto the bed, and I’m embarrassed to say that I didn’t act as if I was a happily married woman. My mouth was in desperate need of his cock as I took him into my hands and pulled him to me. I could tell that his balIs were freshly shaven from the feel of them under my tongue as I licked and sucked them before stuffing as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, which wasn’t much.  

“Oh, fuck, that’s it. Slow down, sweetheart, don’t worry, you’ll get what you want.” 

For the next twenty minutes, I slathered his cock with licks and kisses between sucking. Every once in a while I could hear myself whimpering in pleasure. 

Kelly waited awhile before her curiosity got the best of her. She tried her best to stay out, but had to take a peek. She walked towards the bedroom and could hear her husband talking to his new lover. 

“Oh yeah, fuck, your mouth is so sexy. You didn’t miss a drop. Keep sucking until I get hard again, I think your pussy needs some action.” 

Kelly watched from the crack in the door as her fingers touched her own pussy. She promised that she would stay out so Kurt could finally have Traci completely under his spell. But when Kurt saw his wife move, he motioned her in. 

“That’s it, Traci; don’t stop sucking. Kelly is here with us.”

I heard clothes shuffling and realized that Kelly was undressing. She got on the bed with us, and I felt her hands start to rub my body while I tried to suck Kurt and stroke his cock. Kelly’s hands touched my back and roamed to my ass, and then with one hand, she palmed one breast and rubbed my nipples while the other started to play with my pussy. 

“Oh, sweetheart, your pussy is so wet,” she said as her fingers penetrated my folds without any resistance. “Does that feel good?”

I was unable to respond as she fingered me for several more minutes. I continued to pleasure her husband and was moments away from my first orgasm when she pulled her fingers out… "Nooo… Please, I need to cum.”

“Did my husband forget to pay attention to your needs? How rude. He should know that the woman always comes first. Why don’t you move up to sit on his face so he can take care of you?”

I smiled and did as I was told. 

“This is the best punishment I’ve ever tasted, so I’ll gladly take one for the team,” he laughed. 

Kelly kneeled beside us and kissed me while she played with my tits. Kurt’s tongue felt so good licking me, so much that it didn’t even take another minute before I was ready to go off again.  

For some godawful reason, Kurt stopped and pushed me away and onto the bed. 

“No, come on. That’s not nice,” I joked in frustration. 

I lay on the bed with my hands between my legs, holding my pussy as if I were writhing in pain. In actuality, Kurt had built me up so much, only to pull away, that my clitoris was painfully engorged.

“Kurt! What are you doing? You can’t just stop like that,” Kelly told him. She knew I was a heaving erogenous zone needing that final push to take me over the cliff. 

“Oh, I’m not done with her, far from it,” Kurt said. “Come here.”

He grabbed me and pulled me onto him, so I was straddling his hips. Kelly came over and started to rub my bare pussy and to slip two fingers into the entrance. 

Kurt pulled me down for a kiss as he rubbed my nudity with his hands while Kelly brought me to the peak of orgasm yet again.  

I could feel Kurt’s cock rubbing against my labia as his pre-cum lubricated me to make it nice and slick.  

“Your pussy is so nice and pretty,” Kelly said as she flicked his cock head against the entrance. “It would be a shame to deprive your girl of a good stretching. Don’t you think you’ve been teased enough?” Kelly said as she continued to tempt me with the touch of her husband’s cock.

“Please, I need to cum; I need it so bad.” 

My body was loving the attention, and my mind refused to understand the possible consequences of letting this continue. I was breathing hard, and my blood was most definitely pumping through my veins, making my pussy and clitoris throb with need. 

“Do you want this inside you?” Kelly continued to rub my pussy with her husband’s cock.

I couldn’t answer. All I could do was gyrate my hips, hoping and praying for a release that I needed so badly.

“Do you want him to fuck you, Traci? You have to say it, sweetheart. Do you want his cock to fuck this delicious and tight little pussy? I think you’re ready, don’t you? Your body is begging to be taken and used like a slut.”

I was so far gone that I couldn't even remember that I was married to the most wonderful man I had ever met. I rose up onto my arms, pushed back, and felt the head pushing against my opening, but Kelly wouldn’t let it happen yet.

“Oh no you don’t, not so fast,” she teased, her voice low and sultry. The anticipation built within me—a mix of desire and frustration that only heightened my longing for what was to come.

“You're going to have to live with your decision to take my man inside of you. You have to want to be my husband’s slut more than anything you've ever wanted in your life right now if I'm going to let his cock give you the kind of pleasure that you need. Your pussy will no longer be exclusive. Can you handle that?”

Kelly whispered into my ear, “He's not going to wear a condom when he fucks you. I bet your cunt will milk him so good that his cum will be inside of you for days."

“Oh god, please…” I kept pushing back, rotating my hips desperately to feel his cock penetrate me, but to no avail.

“Say it, Traci… Tell us how badly you want this.”

“Fuck me!" I demanded, with much more intensity than expected. Please, fuck me, I need it so much.”

“Beg him for it. Tell him how badly you want to be his slut.”

Kelly’s voice was shaking from her own excitement about what she knew was going to be another notch on her husband’s proverbial bedpost. She couldn't wait to see another woman's pussy stretching around her husband’s cock, knowing how much pleasure it was giving the other woman.

“Make me your slut; fuck me with your big cock. I’ll do anything; just take me.” I turned into someone I didn’t recognize, a woman possessed.

With her seduction complete, Kelly wrapped her fingers around her husband’s cock and pushed the head against my conquered pussy, forcing the lips to part against the pressure. This time, when I pushed back, his cock slid past the opening and into my soaking, wet, and swollen pussy. I kept sliding back until it was lodged against my cervix.

“Ahhh. Fuck yes,” I moaned. Experiencing the penetration of another man’s cock was something that I knew I would never do, but there I was, giving in to my perverse lust and giving away my marital purity. It did something to me that I didn’t expect. The euphoria was mind-altering, and the only thing that mattered was my pleasure.

After a few moments of getting used to the invasion, I drew him back out, only to slide his cock back into me again. I was in sexual heaven as I moved back and forth, with each penetration being harder and faster. My god, I needed this! My husband wasn’t small, but this was a whole new level of tight-fitting. The threshold between pleasure and pain made the feeling more intense and vivid as his cock stretched nerves that had never been stretched before.

I felt the orgasm building, but when it hit, it hit hard. This one was a full-body orgasm that I could feel from my toes to the hair on my head. It felt like every pleasure nerve in my body was firing. I was an orgasmic girl, but I certainly wasn’t used to having them this deep in my soul.

“Yes, yes, yes…” was all I could say as I lifted just enough, so the head didn’t come out of me before slamming my ass down onto him as hard as I could until our connection forced my juices to splatter all over Kurt’s body, soaking the bed beneath us.

“FUCK, fuck, fuck YES! So good,” I cried. Tears started rolling down my cheeks as my body finally received what it so badly needed. I sat up tall and started fucking Kurt with all my strength. Then I would sit and gyrate my hips back and forth, stirring his cock inside of me. I was out of my mind as I shattered my wedding vows. I’m pretty sure I was drooling as I moaned some incoherent babble.

“Oh fuck, you're so tight, such a nice pussy!” Kurt said as he took my hips into his hands and forced himself up to meet me, making the penetration even harder, deeper, and more satisfying.

Kelly watched in amazement and lust. “Do it, Traci; fuck him. Cum all over his cock,” she said as her own body reacted to the excitement.

“Let’s change this up, slut sister.”

She had Kurt pull out and put me on my back. He kissed my pussy and licked me before sliding between my legs in a push-up position so I could see between our bodies.

“Show me, Traci. Take my cock and show me that you’re my slut by pulling me into your married pussy.”

Looking down, I could see the throbbing, glistening piece of meat, just inches away from the entrance. I reached down with full commitment, grabbed his cock, and pulled him forward. I then threw my leg around his hip so he couldn’t get away and pulled him into me with no hesitation. His cock looked magnificent between my legs, and I had no intention of letting him out.

“Fuck me, Kurt. Feed me your cock. Come on, fuck me,” I said as I pulled him in harder, forcing his cock deeper into me. “Fuck me, dammit. Use my cunt!”

“Fuck the living hell out of her married pussy,” Kelly insisted as she played with her own pussy. “That’s it. Give it to her; make her your slut.”

As he started pounding into me, claiming victory over my body, all I could do was moan like a whore. Kelly’s emotions had overtaken her, just as mine had. She was loving this almost as much as I was. Kelly got off  knowing that her husband was going to shoot his sperm into a woman who belonged to another man, and I was going to allow it.

“Come on, baby, make her your slut. Make her pussy all sloppy. Go on, fill her up so I can have her next.” Her voice was practically quavering.

When I realized that Kurt was about to shoot his load inside my bare pussy, I panicked, but there was nothing I could do as my eyes shot to the back of my head while having yet another orgasm.

“Fuck yes, cum inside my cunt. Give it to me.” Cunt was such a vulgar word, and I couldn’t remember ever using it, but it seemed to fit the moment.

Kurt was struggling to keep his composure. The sound of our hips slapping together was intensely erotic. When he finally lost it, I could feel his cock surging inside my unprotected pussy as it quickly traveled from his balls through his shaft, drenching my insides with millions of DNA strands. I knew that taking his sperm inside of me was so wrong on so many levels, but I didn't want it any other way. Kurt stopped pushing his hips into me for a moment and aggressively ground his loins against mine, forcing his cock in deeper than ever as he continued to shoot his raw sperm against my bare cervix.

“Fuck yes. Take it,” Kelly moaned. I thought she was enjoying it right along with me.

Kurt then started to pump again, harder this time if that was even possible, pounding into me with everything he had. Every thrust was another rope of cum shooting inside of me until finally, his body dropped onto mine, and it was done. My pussy was no longer exclusive to only my husband.

My mind was in a sexual fog as I heard Kelly say in a desperate, quivering voice, “Give her to me.”

Kurt almost had to force my legs from around him to extract himself because I was holding on so tight.

As Kurt escaped my grip, I felt Kelly immediately take her place between my legs. She quickly, and with a hunger, began to lick her husband’s cum from my battered pussy. I never imagined another woman’s mouth could feel so good. She continued to moan as her tongue and lips worked me over. It seemed as if she wanted to be sure to get every bit of cum from my pussy. Her fingers would go into me deep, and she would try to scoop more of the cum out so she could eat it. Another orgasm racked my body from her ministrations right before I passed out.

I felt the bed moving, and when I was finally able to open my eyes, Kurt was behind Kelly, hammering into her from behind as she lapped at my pussy. A few more incoherent things were said before another orgasm made me black out again.

I don’t know how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes, I was alone and confused. Then I remembered. I got up and could barely move as I found my clothes neatly lying on the bed beside me. When I finally walked out of the bedroom, Kelly was sitting on the couch.

“Hey lover, nice to see you up. I was about to go check on you; how do you feel?” she said as she walked over and kissed me.

“I…I feel. God, did I just have sex with your husband?”

“Mmm. You didn’t just have sex with Kurt; he fucked you, and you gave it right back to him. Way to go, girl. How do you feel after having such a big cock stretching you? Don’t worry, we have no intention of telling your husband what a cum slut you are under that innocent facade.”

“Cum slut? Oh my god, did Kurt cum inside of me? Oh no! I can’t let that happen.”

“Oh, it happened all right. He shot a lot of cum into you. Don’t worry, I cleaned it up, but there’s no way I got it all. Sorry, by the way. Eating Kurt’s cum from another woman’s pussy is one of my kinks. You’ll be leaking him for the rest of the day, I imagine. You two are delicious together. We're not going to have little Kurts running around your house, are we?” she teased.

“I'm on the pill, but that’s not the point.”

“Don’t worry. Your husband will never know how much you begged Kurt to fuck you, I promise. Damn, girl, I honestly didn’t know you had that in you. Begging him to pound you harder and faster, telling him that you were his cum slut. I figured you were the quiet type. Boy, was I wrong! He didn’t expect to shoot two loads of cum into your pussy, but you took it like a pro.”

It was all coming back now. Kurt fucked me so good that after he came inside of me and Kelly ate my pussy, I passed out. When I came to, I slid over to suck Kurt until he was hard again. I then begged him like a whore to fuck me again. Oh my god, how embarrassing. I’ve never been that forward, even with my husband. I even remembered begging him to fill me with his second load.

“How can this be happening?” I panicked.

Kelly then walked over to me and pulled me in to give me a big hug and a kiss.

“You'll be fine. Now you better get going, or your hubby will wonder what happened to you. Don’t forget your panties,” she winked. “I have to go change the sheets; I swear you squirted a gallon of cum into my bed.”

When I got home, Mike wasn’t there since it was still early, so I jumped in the shower to wash away my guilt. Kelly was right. When I took my panties off, I could see spots of Kurt’s cum in the crotch. I scrubbed them out before burying them in the hamper. As I washed, I could feel my indiscretion. My vagina was sore and all puffy from the pounding I received. I still couldn’t believe that I begged another man for sex.

Mike had to work late that night and I still felt dirty so I took a sleeping pill to escape any responsibility of my actions.

The next day, I woke to an empty bed again. Dammit, it was my fault that I wasn’t able to connect with him last night. It was really bothering me that another man was the last man to touch my body. It was like my husband and I had a wall between us lately that neither of us could climb over to satisfy our needs. Well, mine anyway. If I wasn’t able to fuck my husband soon, I was going to burst. I truly didn’t want to cheat on him, but I desperately needed to be manhandled in the worst way, and being with Kurt was only fanning the white-hot flames of my libido.

The text that I expected from Kelly that morning never came. I was pacing the house thinking about what I could say to her, but it looked like I wasn’t going to get the opportunity. She needed to know that all of this sex had to stop. I really liked them, but I couldn’t carry on an affair with another couple. I wanted to tell her before I lost my nerve, so instead of waiting, I sent her a text.

“Hey there, how about we switch it up? Can you come over to my place today? I really need to talk to you.”

“Hello there, sexy. Glad you texted me. Unfortunately, Kurt needs the car because his is in the shop. How about a rain check, or is it something really important?”

“It’s something I need to say, but it can wait.”

“Nonsense, get your sexy butt over here and let’s talk.”

An hour later, against my better judgment, I was in their living room spilling my guts on how much of a slut I had been and how I can’t have an affair.

“I love him too much to hurt him like this. I know you said that he would never find out, but what if somehow he did?”

“That’s totally fine, Traci. I understand completely. Our lifestyle isn’t for everyone. That doesn’t mean we can’t have our morning coffee, right?"

I spent all morning at Kelly’s house and never felt uncomfortable, which was strange in itself considering I had sex with her and her husband just the day before. It was inevitable that the subject of what we did came up.

“C’mon, admit it, it was the best fucking you’ve ever had. I’d be willing to bet that you have never in your life had as many orgasms as you experienced in the last few days. I bet they were more powerful too. Admit it, you loved being fucked by his big cock, you little cum slut,” she teased.

“Hey, that’s not fair; I only agreed that I was his cum slut under duress of impending orgasm,” I complained. “And I’m not admitting anything. I won’t give you the satisfaction of knowing how much I enjoyed fucking your husband or feeling him stretching me,” I told her while we prodded each other and laughed.

I was leaving when she walked up to me and gave me a big hug. “If you need anything, anything at all, let me know. And if you need a good pounding on the sly, I’m sure Kurt could take one for the team.”

We both laughed. “Kelly, you are insatiable and absolutely insane.”

I felt so proud of myself in how I stood up for my marriage and my husband. That night, I was planning on having some very sexy time with him and letting him do whatever he wanted to me. That was until he brought some guys from work home, and they ended up staying way later than I liked. Why was this happening to me?!?

“Babe, I needed you tonight. I’ve been so horny for you,” I told him when we finally had a minute alone.

“I’m sorry, Trac… I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

This was driving me insane. I was missing the feeling of my husband’s touch and was still feeling guilty that the last memory I had was when Kurt was hammering into me and shooting his last load of cum inside of me, thoroughly flooding my pussy. The feel of cum running down my ass was fresh in my mind, and it took everything I had to ignore the yearning that I had between my legs. I finally just went to bed and took another sleeping pill out of anger and frustration.

The next morning, Mike was still out like a light. He never could hold his liquor, so I was sure he was not going to be up for any fun time this morning. I lay next to him and tried to masturbate. I actually did have an orgasm, but it only helped to throw fuel on the fire.

It really bothered me that I could still feel the shadow of Kurt's cock in my pussy. Why I felt the need to text Kelly to voice my frustration was beyond me. She ended up calling to have some girl talk. I told her about me wanting to have sex with Mike and that the last person to touch me was her husband.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you drop by in an hour or so and we can talk face-to-face? We’ll just talk if that's what you want. But it will be all up to you."

I knew better, or should have. My body wasn’t communicating with my brain, so I ended up at Kelly’s place so I could vent. When I arrived, Kelly and I just talked. Sex was definitely the subject, so when Kurt came out of his office, we stopped.

“What are you girls talking about? Good to see you again, Traci.”

“Hey horn dog, you just keep your distance; she’s sexually deprived at home right now,” she announced.

Kurt just rolled his eyes and sat down. “I think I’ve earned my right to hear your sex talk, ladies. Especially what we’ve done together in the past few days. I mean, you have both cum around my cock, and I’ve made you both scream, so there aren’t many secrets anymore.”

“Good point,” I said.

We all laughed and talked for another hour. My orgasms seemed to be the talking point for a while until the inevitable comment was finally made.

“I think we all know what you need,” Kelly told me.

“Why don’t you go to the bedroom and get undressed, Kurt? I’ll send Traci to you in a minute.”

“Kelly, I told you I can’t.”

“Oh hush. You came over here to tell me about not getting taken care of. It seems that if you don’t get some, you’re going to go postal. I think having Kurt’s cum in you the last few days woke something that you can’t ignore. We both know the real reason you’re here. You need raw sex now more than you ever wanted it before, and you want permission to fuck my husband again. Well, you have it, but it has to be your choice.”

“I just, that’s not who I… Oh god, you promise this stays between us?”

“Completely… Now go; he’s waiting for you.”

She then took the cup from my hand that I had been holding excessively hard and sat it on the table. She then left the room, leaving me to my own devices, allowing me to make the decision that we all knew I would make.

I stood up and slowly walked to the bedroom where Kurt lay with his hardened cock in his hand, stroking it. I couldn’t even look him in the eye. His hand moved menacingly up and down his raging, hard cock. It was as if I was being called to it.

“I think you know what to do with this, Traci. Come on over and join me,” he said with a huge smile.

I came to the side of the bed and sat down. I reached for his cock and closed my fist around it, replacing his own, and just sat there stroking him. The lust on my face must have looked obvious as I sat there with my eyes halfway shut and my mouth hanging open so I could breathe. I jacked him off for a good minute, and to Kurt’s credit, he stayed quiet so I could find my courage.

For the first time, I looked at him as I stood up. He watched as my dress hit the floor, followed by my bra, and a moment later, my panties.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” Kurt said.

I then sat on my knees next to him and stroked his cock a few more strokes before leaning over to take him into my mouth. I only sucked for a few seconds, as my intention wasn’t to give him a blowjob. It was to get him wet for what I was about to do.

With the tip of his cock wet from my saliva, I straddled his hips, lined my pussy up with his cock, and slowly lowered myself onto him. As soon as the head passed the threshold of my pussy, my mind again turned to mush. I was fully committed to my pleasure.

“Ohhh, fuck,” was all he said as I started to move my body with him embedded inside of me.

“Oh my god, your cock feels so good inside of me.”

The emotions that went through me as his shaft stretched the pleasure nerves inside my vaginal canal were overwhelming.

“Oh, fuck, I need this,” I whispered to myself as I gave my body to him.

Kelly watched me ride her husband’s cock from the doorway.

“Touch me,” I told him.

He sat up as far as he could, taking my breasts into his hands and sucking on my nipples one by one. I then pushed him back down to the bed as my hands massaged his muscular chest and abs, pushing myself up and letting myself drop and slide back down onto his shaft.

As I fucked him, nothing else mattered but the feel of our skin-to-skin contact deep inside my pussy as the wet walls milked him. My eyes were closed when I felt Kelly’s tongue flick one of my nipples. She got on the bed and threw her leg over his head before telling him to eat her while, at the same time, leaning in to kiss me. Our kiss lingered for a long time as we both manipulated our bodies to pleasure ourselves on her husband, getting our pleasure without even considering what he wanted.

As I rode him, I could feel every inch of him touching my insides. When I would slide his cock out, the inside of my vagina would follow until I reversed course.

After about fifteen minutes of me riding Kurt, my orgasm overtook me.

“Holy fuck, I can feel the contractions in your pussy," Kurt said in a muffled voice.

“That looked like a very satisfying cum,” Kelly said as I finally stopped shaking and fell to the bed with Kelly by my side.

I then got onto my hands and knees, stuck my ass up, and put my shoulders down as I looked at Kurt.

"Your turn."

“Fuck her, babe," Kelly said to her husband.

Kelly had moved to the chair with her legs open. She was fingering her pussy, and I could hear the sloshing of her wetness even through my moaning and the sounds of her husband’s and my coupling.

He fucked me for quite some time and in multiple positions before he unloaded his first orgasm deep into my pussy and against my womb. When he finally pulled out, I felt his sperm pouring down both thighs and onto the bed. It was probably the sexiest thing I had ever felt.

Just like the first time, Kelly came over to clean her husband out of my used pussy and to give me yet another orgasm with her mouth.

“Fuck, you both taste so delicious together. I want this every weekend for breakfast,” she teased.

After we had finally exhausted each other and all of our clothes were finally on, I had to have a serious discussion. I didn’t know what to say, so Kelly bailed me out.

“We’ve all had our fun, but it’s time that you go back to your husband. Tonight, fuck him like you've never fucked him before. Don’t worry, you’re not having an affair with Kurt, I won't allow it. You’re just borrowing him occasionally. At the end of the day, you'll always be in bed with Mike.”

I left feeling surprisingly good, considering that I had just thrown my marital values out of the window. I was going to fuck my husband good that night, no matter what. The only way he wasn’t going to get my pussy wrapped around his cock was him being in the hospital; even then I might have gone for it. I was that desperate.

Fortunately, Mike was nearly as horny as I was. We usually can go a few rounds in a couple of hours. This time we went three. He was my stud and proved it. I knew one good romp wouldn’t repair everything I did, but it was a start. After I had come down from my sexual high, the guilt started at me again. I was just going to have to deal with it.

The next day, I sat with Kelly as we drank coffee and talked. Kurt wasn’t home, so our conversation was, of course, about sex. Her infatuation with women being my main question. An hour later, I found myself in her bed moaning in orgasm as Kelly personally showed me what the big deal was. I hadn’t been brave enough to reciprocate yet, but my curiosity was growing with every lick and swipe of her tongue and every orgasm she fingered me through.

My pleasure had developed into an addiction in an incredibly short period of time. I was concerned that I was becoming a sexual deviant, and realized that if I was going to make it past my one-year anniversary, I needed to figure out why I was allowing myself to fall prey to my apparent sexual hunger that I hadn’t realized I had. Fortunately, the next few weeks were going to be very busy getting ready for the cruise. There was a dark shadow in my mind that begged for more of the physical attention that I had been receiving. The question was, could I regain even a small amount of my married dignity?