Desert Oasis

Sub-Genres: Romantic

Last Edited: April 21, 2010

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My mouth was dry, my throat was sore and my bottle of water had run out thirty minutes ago. I glanced down at my gas gauge affirming that my car was as thirsty as I was. I cursed myself for not stopping at that last gas station in Jean, realizing there was no way I was going to make it to the next town. I reached over to my purse that was in the passenger’s seat and rummaged around for my cell phone.

I cursed again, realizing it had been left behind along with my common sense and normally cool head. Seeing the man that I love with the next-door neighbors’ eighteen-year-old daughter bouncing in his lap had done this to me and now it seemed that not only was I going to end up with a broken heart, but that I was going to end up stranded in the desert as well.

The car started to sputter as the last of the gas was consumed. I pulled over to the shoulder just as the engine gave up the ghost. I turned off the ignition and then looked up and down Interstate 15 for any signs of life. Nothing.

That was when I began crying and I found myself surprised that it had taken this long. It had been hours ago that I had arrived home early, hoping to surprise Craig with a gourmet dinner and tickets to the movie that he had been exclaiming about since its release was announced months ago.

The second I stepped into the front room, I heard the noises coming from Craig’s office. It sounded like he was hurt and I rushed to his office, dropping the groceries on the hallway table. When I reached his office, I stopped short, as did the moans. They were in his office chair, she completely nude while he had only lowered his pants to his knees.

The look on Craig’s face would have been comical if it weren’t for the blonde bimbo riding him like a horse. She never even noticed me and continued bouncing even after Craig turned to stone. I turned and ran back to the door.

I grabbed the keys to the BMW – his favorite toy – and was about to run out when he caught up with me, his pants haphazardly raised but still undone.

“Catharine,” he rasped, desperation in his voice, as he grasped my left wrist. “Please, wait! Let me explain!”

“There’s nothing to explain you son-of-a-bitch!”. I raised my right hand and slapped him smartly across the face. He let go of my wrist, holding his blazing cheek and I ran out of the house to throw myself into his new, red convertible. I drove off, screeching the tires down my quiet, L.A. suburban street.

And now, here I was, out of gas in the middle of the desert with no water and no telephone, weeping onto the steering wheel of my cheating husband’s car. I couldn’t believe Craig had it in him to cheat on me. I hadn’t seen any signs whatsoever. No lipstick on the collar, no unexplained extra sheets in the laundry, no late nights blamed on work.

I cried for a good long while but when the tears finally stopped, I felt spent but my head was finally clear. It was now dark and I knew that there would be no rescue for me tonight. I put the top back up on the convertible, locked all the doors and reclined my seat as far as it would go. I fell asleep almost immediately and passed the night in a dreamless sleep.

- – - – - -

A sharp rapping on my window woke me. I opened my eyes to see that it was morning, barely. The sky was lit, but the sun hadn’t crested the horizon. I looked to my left to see a man peering in my window.

“Do you need help?” he asked, loud enough to be heard through the closed window.

I looked ahead of me and saw a tow-truck idling about 50 feet in front of me. The man had a work shirt on with his name – Lawrence – stitched on the pocket.

I rolled down my window as I said, “Yes, I desperately need help.”

Twenty minutes later the beamer had been hooked up and we were on our way down the road still moving towards Vegas. I sat in the passenger seat, silent, but it didn’t seem to bother Lawrence much. He chatted away, glancing at me every so often. I didn’t find him annoying as he seemed to be quite intelligent and his chatter was interesting enough to distract me from the ugly thoughts that were trying to creep into my head.

We arrived in Queza thirty minutes later and Lawrence pulled into a service station. I looked up at the sign to see that its name matched the name on my highway savior’s work shirt.

“You own this place?” I asked.

“For now. One of the locals is buying it from me in installments. I just work here a couple days a week to give Frank a day off every once in a while.”

I got out of the truck and waited as he lowered my car to the ground. He filled the gas tank and checked all the fluids for me and told me I was all set to go.

As I paid my bill I asked him, “Are there any decent hotels close by?”

“There’s a hotel, but it’s not decent. The closest decent one is in Vegas.”

“Damn. I really didn’t want to drive all that way today.”

“I don’t know if you’d be interested, but I have a guest cabin in the back of my house. It’s smaller than a normal hotel room, but it’s very private and very clean. Normally, it’s only used when my mother visits but you’re welcome to use it for a few days.”

“How much would you charge me?”

He laughed and I couldn’t help but smile back. His smile lit up his entire face.

“The only thing I ask is that you eat dinner with me tonight. I don’t see too many new people around here and if I have to hear ol’ Sanchez’s Bigfoot story one more time I think I’ll have to shoot him.”

I laughed softly, but he sobered and said, “Besides, you look…well, sad. Like you need to get away from the world for a while.”

“I do, Lawrence. And I accept your offer.”

“Great! Wait here for a minute and I’ll close up for a few so I can lead you up to the house.”

His property wasn’t far from the station but it was very secluded. The guesthouse was small, but very cozy. I had my own bathroom and it was clean so I was very happy with it. He gave me the key and left to get back to the station.

- – - – - -

After Lawrence left I crawled into bed and took a nice, long nap. I woke around 3:00 and ventured into town in hopes to find a place to buy some clothes. I didn’t know how long I’d be here and I hadn’t brought anything with me.

I found a small department store and was able to purchase everything I needed from clothes to toiletries to a new laptop computer. I had tried to call my mother, but had hung up after the first ring. I knew it was silly and possibly dangerous, but I didn’t want anyone to know where I was. There was a phone jack in the guesthouse so I could dial up and send e-mail instead.

When I logged into my e-mail, there were three messages waiting for me – one each from my mother and sister and one from Craig. I replied to Mom’s and my sister’s e-mail first, letting them know that I was safe and to contact me through e-mail if they needed to.

I stared at Craig’s simple message – “Please come home” – for a few minutes, contemplating how to answer. Several times I lead my mouse to the delete button, but finally I pushed the reply button. I let him know that I was safe but that I needed some time alone to think. I promised him that I would keep in touch and let him know when I would be coming home.

As I clicked ‘send’ I heard Lawrence’ tow-truck pull into his driveway. Thirty minutes later he knocked on my door, freshly showered with clean clothes, and asked me to join him for dinner.

I watched him as he made dinner and talked – he was quite the talker – and admired his expertise in the kitchen. He made a grilled fish dinner along with a fresh garden salad and homemade dressing. He opened a bottle of white wine and we sat to eat at his large wooden table.

“Do you live here all alone?” I asked, looking around the large house made mostly of wood.

“Yes. I inherited it from an uncle. I hope to fill it with children someday.”

“I’ve never really wanted children,” I commented. “I don’t hate them, I just don’t want to raise any. It was hard finding a man who – “

I cut myself off, feeling a pang of hurt course through my heart.

“You’re – married, right?” he said softly. He was looking at my wedding band.

“For now,” I said, sighing deeply.

“It’s none of my business, but if you want to talk – “

“I caught him with the eighteen-year-old bimbo from next door,” I said, interrupting him. “Yesterday afternoon. That’s why you found me stranded with nothing. I sort of lost my head and just left.”

“That’s quite understandable.”

“We have been having – problems, but I didn’t realize it had gotten this bad. He hasn’t touched me in over three months and-“ I cut myself off, looking up at him from my wine glass. “I’m sorry, Lawrence. I shouldn’t talk about this. You hardly know me.”

“I really don’t mind, Catharine. After all, I’ve been talking your ear off ever since I got home. If you need to vent, go right ahead.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that.”

“I do have to wonder about something, though.”

“What?”

“I don’t get why he would reject someone as beautiful as you.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” I said, smiling slightly. “But I think it’s probably because of boredom. I’m the only woman he’s ever been with. Well, that used to be true. We’ve been together since we were sixteen years old.”

“Was he your only lover as well?”

“Yes. We lost our virginity to each other on the night we graduated high school, but only after he proposed. We went to college together. And now, here we are, both twenty eight years old, very successful and apparently, quite miserable.”

“Maybe there’s a reasonable explanation.”

“What? For him boffing an eighteen-year-old?”

“No, there’s no excuse for that. I mean for whatever is causing the underlying problem. You two probably just need to sit and really talk. Communication is the key to any good relationship. It’s one of the reasons I talk so much. But I’m a good listener, too.”

“I hope you’re right, Lawrence.”

We continued eating in silence for a moment until I asked, “So, where does your mother live when she’s not visiting?”

“She’s in Vegas. She moved there when my father died three years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling sadly. “He left me the garage. I know how to fix anything, but working on cars really isn’t my thing. I’m a freelance web designer by profession and I’ve been doing quite well. I held onto the garage until I found someone that I know would love it as much as my dad did. It was his life, second only to his family. Frank worked for my dad for 5 years and wanted it but didn’t have the money. We worked out a deal so that he could pay in installments. He’s almost got it paid for.”

“It’s very nice of you to allow him to do that. Most people would have sold it to anyone for the money.”

“I’ve never worked that way. Hell, I offered to just let him have it – I don’t need the money – but he refused. I admired the kid for that, but I tell ya, I’m really looking forward to not having to play grease-monkey two days a week.”

We both laughed and continued our meal, talking about anything and nothing.

Once dinner was over and all the dishes were put away, Lawrence asked me to join him on the back porch. He had a nice porch swing that we sat in, and we both leaned back to look at the bright stars. The town was small and there were no lights near his house so the sky was pitch black except for the bright points of sparkling light. It was beautiful and I found myself in awe of the sight.

“How long are you staying?” Lawrence asked.

“Don’t be shy, Lawrence. If you need me out at a certain time, just say so.”

“No, not at all. In fact, quite the opposite.”

My eyes widened a bit when I felt his hand cover mine. I couldn’t deny that I found him attractive. His easygoing manner was quite appealing and he was very handsome. He had said that he thought I was beautiful, but I had never found myself to be very pretty at all.

“I am married,” I said slowly, but didn’t pull my hand away.

“Yes, I know, and I’m not looking to break up your marriage. I just like you. I feel comfortable with you. I like talking to you.”

“Is that all you want? To talk?”

“If that’s all you want.”

I paused, and then said, “What if I want more?”

“Then I will give you more.”

We sat there silently, holding hands, watching the stars. My head felt like it was spinning. I knew that Lawrence might just be a cad looking to get laid by a vulnerable woman who had happened upon his doorstep. But so what, if that was the truth? I did find him attractive – personally and sexually – and it wasn’t as if my husband was being faithful to me.

But I had always been faithful to him. Did two rights make a wrong? Did I even care anymore? Should I throw caution to the wind and take what I wanted for a change instead of waiting to hear what Craig wanted?

“Kiss me.”

He looked at me and I pulled my eyes away from the sky to look back. “Kiss me,” I repeated louder afraid he hadn’t heard me the first time.

He moved closer to me and grasped my waist with one hand and my neck with the other. I closed my eyes as he gently pressed his lips against mine. I heard a slight whimper escape my throat as he gave me several lingering kisses. I grasped his shoulders and he finally held his mouth against mine.

His tongue nudged my lips and I parted them, meeting his tongue with my own. His moan was almost inaudible as our tongues wound about each other. He moved his arms about me and pulled me against his chest.

“Oh, you feel so nice,” he whispered, then moved his lips to my neck. I let my head hang back as his lips and tongue caressed my sensitive neck. I stretched it before him, feeling the burning growing between my legs. It had been so long since I had been touched like this I had almost forgotten how hot that burning could get.

I ran my hands over his back and neck. I moaned openly when his tongue wove into my ear and I felt my hips automatically rotate. His hands immediately moved to my hips and down to my ass, squeezing.

I gave no resistance when he pulled me into his lap. I straddled him as he moved his mouth back to my neck. I began to unbutton my blouse and his lips moved down my chest, as each button was undone.

He spread my blouse open and gazed at my breasts, which felt like they were going to burst from my white lace bra. He covered both with his large hands and moaned softly. “Perfect. A nice handful.”

He moved forward and buried his face between them as he pushed them gently together. He kissed my mounds, his hands still on them, but moving to cup them in his palms.

I moaned openly as his lips began sucking my left nipple through the lace and his thumb rubbed my second nipple. My hips were rotating again. I consciously realized this when I felt him thrust his hips forward. I gasped, feeling his erection pressing up against me.

“Lawrence, I feel like I’m letting myself get carried away.”

“Don’t make me stop touching you, please.”

“No, but I can’t let you take me completely. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

He reached behind me and undid the snap of my bra. He lifted the lace and moved his lips onto my naked nipple. I threw my head back and cried out as his tongue created an intense friction that was driving me mad.

He moved one hand down my stomach and I gasped, a bit ticklish. He undid the button of my jeans and pulled the zipper down. He pushed his hand inside my panties.

I cried out again when his fingers found my swollen clit. His mouth was moving between my nipples and his fingers began manipulating my sensitive bud. I moved against his hand, gasping from the pleasure and I was unable to stop moaning.

I looked up at the stars and I could swear that the sky was spinning. The heat was mounting between my legs and I felt like I was going to come at any second. It had been so long since I had had an orgasm caused by someone else. Craig passed through my mind fleetingly, but I felt no guilt and when the orgasm finally came, I yelled in pleasure, bucking against Lawrence’s hand.

He pulled his hand out of my jeans and grasped my hips. I lowered my lips to his and we kissed deeply, passionately. My body felt like jelly and I slid out of his lap, to kneel on the porch before him, feeling like I was being poured from a hot, glistening pitcher.

He ran his hands through my long red hair as I undid his belt buckle. Once his jeans had been unfastened, he stood and let me pull his pants down to his knees.

His cock was fully erect and he moaned as I rubbed my cheeks against him, flicking my tongue out ever so slightly to tease him. He grasped my head gently, looking down at me. After a few seconds I realized he wasn’t going to sit back down so I reached around and grasped his tight ass.

“Yes,” I heard him rasp when my tongue met the base of his shaft. I moved my tongue slowly up his length until I reached the head, then let my lips envelope him slowly. Normally when I gave Craig head, I would go fast, wanting it over. I found myself teasing Lawrence, wanting to stretch this out. When I consciously realized this, I did feel a flicker of guilt, but I quickly pushed it aside.

I barely let my lips touch his cock, but moved my tongue all around the mushroom-shaped head, licking, teasing. I moved my hand around and grasped his cock firmly just as I moved my mouth fully on him. He moaned deeply and I began sucking.

His hands stayed on my head, but never tried to direct me as I used my lips and tongue to pleasure him. I moved up and down slowly, swirling my tongue around him, sucking gently. My hand stroked in rhythm.

“Yes, keeping moaning. That feels so good.”

It wasn’t until he said it that I even realized I was moaning. My mouth felt so full as I sucked his cock and I couldn’t remember ever enjoying this as much as I was with Lawrence.

“Play with my balls,” he whispered. I quickly obliged him with my right hand, which gave me more room to bob. He let out a guttural moan as my mouth moved to the base of his cock. He fit perfectly in my mouth, just barely touching the back of my throat. I stayed there a moment, sucking hard as my hand massaged his balls and my other hand kneaded his ass.

When I pulled back, he began thrusting into my mouth. I stayed still, letting him fuck my mouth, still playing with his balls and moaning.

“I’m gonna come!” he cried, releasing my head, but I didn’t pull away. Seconds later he yelled and I moaned even louder as he filled my mouth. I swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop. His body was jerking in pleasure and he finally sat down, pulling his cock from my mouth. I moved right back between his legs and sucked his dick into my mouth once again. He cried out but settled as I leisurely sucked him until his orgasm was over and I had gotten every last drop.

I pulled away and sat on my haunches looking up at him. He gazed back down at me in silence, still breathing hard.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” I whispered.

“Do you regret it?” he asked.

I paused, thinking. I hadn’t had intercourse with this man, but I wasn’t fooling myself. I had just cheated on my husband. I couldn’t take it back and even if I never told Craig, the fact remained that I had been unfaithful.

“No,” I said honestly. “I don’t regret it.”

I stood and sat next to him on the swing as he pulled his pants back up, not bothering to re-button them.

“I’m not happy that I’ve cheated on my husband – I planned to be faithful until I died – but I don’t regret it. It may be childish, but if Craig gets to have an affair, then so do I.”

Lawrence leaned toward me and kissed me gently on the lips. “If you want me, I’m here, but I think you should sleep on it before you decide whether or not you want to go all the way with this. So far, it’s only been oral sex. Besides, we haven’t even known each other for 24 hours.”

I blushed at that but not because I felt ashamed. I honestly felt liberated, like sexual shackles had been dropped from my being allowing me to feel and be sexy.

We sat in the swing, talking for another hour before he walked me to the guesthouse. He kissed me goodbye, gently grasping my breast as he did so and then left me for his house.

I got ready for bed, still feeling flushed from the evening’s events. I fell asleep, thinking of Lawrence and how much I wanted to be with him. My last thoughts before falling asleep were of Craig and how much I still loved him.

- – - – - -
I awoke the next morning, hearing a soft knocking on my door. I got out of bed and opened the door, clad only in my panties and tank top.

Lawrence stared at me for a moment, and then shook his head slightly. “Hi,” he said. “Sleep well?”

“Very well,” I said, smiling sweetly at him.

“I have breakfast ready. Today isn’t one of my grease-monkey days so I thought we could go hiking.”

“Hiking? In the desert?”

“There’s an area close to here that’s more rocks than desert. It’s quite stunning.”

“That sounds nice. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll be right in.”

An hour later we left in Lawrence’s old Mustang convertible after having eaten a large, delicious breakfast. I was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and another tank top with a big, loose-fitting shirt over it, tied at the waist. Lawrence was also in khaki shorts, and a white t-shirt.

We were silent for the thirty minute drive to the hiking area and I let my head hang back, enjoying the air as it ran over my face and through my long hair. I glanced over at Lawrence and smiled. The t-shirt he wore wasn’t tight, but it was form fitting. Lawrence was lean and muscular and I felt a tug between my legs as I gazed upon him. I looked up at his profile – the large chin, the slightly large nose. His short, black hair flew back in the wind as he drove and I found myself wanting to run my hands through it.

When we arrived, Lawrence pulled the backpacks that we had brought from the backseat. We put them on and began our leisurely hike. This wasn’t a park or a well-known spot so we were completely alone.

It was as beautiful as he had said and I enjoyed myself thoroughly.

At noon we found a shady spot and spread a blanket to eat our lunch. When we were done, I stretched myself out on the blanket, lying on my stomach, folding my arms beneath my head. Lawrence moved himself behind me and pushed my hair from my neck.

Despite the warm air, I shivered as his lips began caressing my sensitive neck. His hand grasped my hip and he pressed his pelvis against my backside. “My god, Catharine, you drive me crazy,” he rasped into my ear, and then blew into it. This caused me to gasp and I felt my nipples go hard against my tank top.

I rolled to my back and he placed himself on top of me. I moaned, feeling his weight settle on me and I spread my legs allowing his hips to settle between them. His lips moved onto mine and we lay there for a long while simply kissing and running our hands over each other, clutching and kneading each other’s flesh over our clothing. It was very much like the heavy make-out sessions I had shared with Craig in high school and I found it quite erotic.

Just before we stood to continue exploring the area, I whispered, “I want to be with you tonight.”

“I want to be with you, too.”

“You won’t refuse me again? Tell me that we should wait longer?”

He laughed softly. “No. If you want me tonight, you’ll have me.”

“I’m telling you now that I want you.”

He sobered and then said, barely above a whisper, “This can’t last, can it? You’re going back to your husband.”

I gazed back at him. “No, this can’t last. I am going back to him.”

“I think I could fall in love with you.”

I was taken aback, but smiled. “Do you say that to all the girls you rescue from the desert?”

He smiled back but said, “No and I know it sounds silly. But I mean it.”

“I know. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m in love with someone else…”

“I know. And I understand.”

- – - -

We returned to his home at 7:30. We were both rather sweaty from spending the day in the desert, even though it hadn’t been too terribly hot. I took a shower in the guesthouse as he cleaned up in his own shower.

When I stepped out of the tiny bathroom into the main room, I stopped short. The lights were off but candles were flickering everywhere. I looked to the bed to find Lawrence lying atop it, completely nude.

I felt my breath rate quicken at the sight and he grinned, noticing. I slowly walked to the bed, finding myself nervous. I had been with only one man in my life and I felt a bit intimidated by the newness of this situation.

I crawled onto the bed with him and he grasped my hand to pull me closer. I sighed deeply feeling his bare skin press against mine. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and biting gently as he moved his hands all over my naked body.

I was on fire and once again I felt dizzy. I was trembling in his arms.

“Are you sure about this, Catharine? You’re shaking like a leaf.”

“Yes, I’m sure, Lawrence. I’m shaking because I’m excited. I haven’t felt like this in years.”

He kissed me lightly on the lips then moved his face to my breasts. I grasped his head, tangling my fingers in his hair as he began manipulating my nipples, licking, sucking and biting at them until I was moaning and my head was thrashing.

He continued down my body and I couldn’t help but giggle as he kissed my stomach. I stopped giggling when he began to move lower, pushing my legs apart.

“Lawrence, I’ve never, I mean, Craig never…”

He looked up at me. “Your husband has never gone down on you?”

“N-no. I would never let him.”

He was silent for a moment then said, “I’m going to do it.”

“Why would you want to?”

“Because I want to make you feel good, and because I like doing it.”

“I honestly find that hard to-“

I gasped harshly. He had completely ignored my last sentence and moved his head between my legs, pulling my lips apart with his fingers. He pushed his tongue between them and I couldn’t say another word. I felt my eyes roll back up into my head and I could hardly breathe.

His tongue moved over my clit, teasing, then moved inside me, probing. His lips sucked my clit into his mouth and I moaned loudly as his mouth brought pleasure. No wonder Craig like receiving oral sex so much. It was such a different sensation.

“Lawrence!” I cried, “Oh yes!”

He was grasping my hips, trying to hold me still as he continued manipulating my clit. It didn’t take long before I was yelling his name and panting from the intense pleasure. He stayed between my legs for a few moments, planting soft kisses on my thighs and lower stomach as his hands moved all over my legs.

He finally stood and went into the bathroom to rinse out his mouth then he returned. I was still dazed when he lay atop me and I gasped harshly when I felt his cock rubbing my wet slit, teasing me.

“Are you wearing anything?” I barely rasped, grasping his arms.

“Yes,” he whispered back, pushing his cock head in then pulling back out to rub me again, up and down.

“Then take me!” I cried, almost desperately.

“Call me Laurie when you come,” he whispered.

“I will.”

He pushed his cock into me again, but didn’t pull away this time, moving until he was completely inside me to the hilt. He stopped for a moment and we both moaned softly, enjoying the feeling of each other.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he requested and I obeyed as he began thrusting into me.

Our first coupling was slow and sensual. Our cries were soft when we came and I whispered, “Laurie.”

Afterwards, we cuddled close together, kissing each other, moving our hands over one another. I could feel his caresses becoming more aggressive and it was exciting me. I moved my hand onto his cock and I could feel him growing already.

“That was nice, Catharine, but I want to fuck you now. Nice and hard.”

“Oh yes, Laurie, but you’ll have to coach me. What you and I just did – that’s the only position I’ve ever done.”

“Is Craig that unimaginative?”

“No, I simply wouldn’t do it any other way.”

“Catharine, no offense, but-why?”

“I – I really don’t know anymore, Laurie. At the time, I guess I didn’t think it was proper. My god, it’s no wonder the man cheated on me.”

“Don’t say that,” he said harshly. “He should have talked to you, not fucked the local bimbo.”

“I don’t want to talk about this now. I want you to fuck me now.”

“My pleasure. Get on your hands and knees.”

My eyes widened a bit, but I obeyed him. He got on his knees behind me and rubbed his dick between my butt cheeks as his hands moved over my back and ass. “You have a great ass, Catharine,” he whispered. I moaned when his cock slid into my pussy. “If you’ll let me, I’d like to fuck that ass.”

“I don’t – I don’t know –“

“Let me know if you want it. Right now, though-“

He cut himself off and I yelled when he pushed his hard cock into me with one quick thrust. He let out a raspy ‘Aaaaah’ and grasped my hips. I held myself up as he began moving in and out of me, moving faster with each thrust. I could feel my breasts swaying and the cries began issuing from my throat.

“That’s it, Catharine,” he said raggedly, pumping his cock into me over and over. “Yell your fool head off. Tell me how much you like being fucked. Be the naughty girl you know you can be.”

“Oh god yes!” I cried. “I want to be that naughty girl. Teach me!”

“Oh, you already know. Look at you taking it from behind as I ram it into you. Oh god, I’m gonna come already.”

“Wait for me,” I rasped.

He reached around me and I cried out feeling his fingers on my clit. My mouth was wide and my cries were deep and loud. I could feel his cock slamming into me, his balls slapping against me.

When I came, my arms gave out on me, but he held my ass up, pumping me a few more times before he let loose and yelled his pleasure from using my body. He thrust a few more times then fell to his back. I fell over as well, gasping and whining slightly as the orgasm finally finished wracking my body.

I slowly rolled over and pulled close to him, moving my lips over his chest, biting gently. My breathing was still a little heightened and my breath was hot as I covered his chest and stomach. He grasped my head and led me to his nipple. He moaned aloud as I sucked and nibbled gently.

I glanced down to see that he was sliding a new condom down his erect penis. I was amazed at his stamina and eagerness. I reached up and kissed him deeply. He reached down and grasped my ass, pulling me into his lap.

I sat up and straddled him, sliding down his hard cock. He grasped my breasts and the vision of my husband being ridden by a woman who was not me filled my mind. I began moving on Laurie and was quickly bucking in his lap like a wild woman. He writhed beneath me watching me as I thrust, growling “yes!” through my teeth with each thrust. He could see my anger and hurt and didn’t stop me when I began crying.

We came together, yelling our pleasure, and I fell limp in his arms.

He held me against his chest letting me cry. I cried for a long time, cursing Craig, cursing the bimbo, cursing myself.

When it was finally over, Laurie rolled me to my back, made love to me once more, then fell asleep with his head on my breasts. I fell asleep soon after, satiated and with a lucid mind.

- – - – - -

The next day was a day spent in bed. Laurie would go out and bring us food every few hours. Much of our time was spent talking, but sex permeated our day and I learned so much from him. We tried every position he could think of and by noon I was openly stating that I couldn’t wait to try these things with Craig.

I had come to the realization that Craig had been trying to unlock the woman inside of me for years but I wouldn’t come out for him. While I still didn’t forgive him his adultery, I understood why it had happened. I was ready to forgive him and move on.

Assuming he would forgive me for what I was doing with Laurie.

We fell asleep at midnight, completely spent. I was sore all over, especially my ass where I had finally let him take me before falling asleep, but I felt wonderful and fulfilled.

The next day I packed my things and told Laurie it was time for me to go. He asked for me to stay for a just a few more days but I knew if I did I would never leave. We kissed goodbye and I got into Craig’s beamer and drove home to him.

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I told Craig everything about Laurie and me. In turn, he told me everything about himself and Ronnette, the bimbo. He had been having sex with her for a month before I caught them in his office.

He admitted that over the past few years he had become more and more sexually frustrated. One day, a month ago, Ronnette had come by to swim in the pool as she always had ever since her family moved in three years before. She had offered herself to him, pulling her bikini top over her head. He had taken her standing up in the pool before he consciously realized what had happened. After taking the first step, the full-blown affair snowballed and he had been fucking her everyday wanting to stop but finding it impossible to refuse her.

He hadn’t pursued the affair; it had just happened and taken over his life.

When I caught them, he had terminated the affair, this time successfully.

We forgave each other and began to see a counselor to help us overcome the problems we were obviously having.

It was a month before we made love to each other. It was the best sex either of us had ever experienced.

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I still talk with Laurie. He did finally marry and currently has four children living in his large house in Nevada. Craig and I are happier than we have ever been and look forward to the rest of our lives together.