No More Lost Opportunities [Fiction]

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Francis had had enough.

Three months ago, he had been living the perfect bliss with his newly married sweetheart, Belle. They had met two previous summers at the beach, while he was visiting his nursing aunt. He had happened upon the buxom beauty and although he had never been very active in that department, that fateful day, he walked up to her and asked her name. Maybe it was his bravado that had endeared him to her. He had never really understood why. They'd kept in touch for a few months, then right after Christmas, he had found a job near her home. It was a match made in heaven.

They first made love on New Year's day. They were at his aunt's place; he had invited her over. During supper, she had excused herself to go to the bathroom. She had hinted towards him - in fact, she had spent the entire day teasing him. He excused himself for some unrelated matter and joined her in the bathroom, where they started kissing and making out. They were temped to do it right there but they decided to find a more secluded spot. They went up the stairs, locked themselves in a guest bedroom and proceeded to a scene of fornication the likes of which neither had ever experienced before.

The next summer, as they were going steady, he took her back to the beach. They found a secluded spot for their sexual activities, after which he proposed to her. She empathically said yes.

They were married on February 14th.

Now, it had been three months and the honeymoon was over. Francis had tried to reason himself, but somehow he could not bear to rationalize his feelings. They were haunting him now for more than two months and a half, since they'd returned from their blissful honeymoon in Niagara Falls.

March had rolled over, then April, then May had begun, with its miniskirts, tank tops and swimsuits starting to show. Yet, for all that exposure, for all that stimulation, Francis and Belle had not had sex since their return from the honeymoon.

At first, Francis made excuses for her. She'd been in her period and she didn't like having sex during that time. He even wore the condom all the time, just to be on the safe side. She didn't believe in injecting hormones in her body, and Francis could understand her choice. But then the days piled into weeks, and Francis inquired. She felt moody, she didn't feel well, she was sick, she was tired, she was busy.

There were always excuses.

After two months and a half, Francis was fed up with this. He had not masturbated once since he'd started going out with her, around a year and a half ago. He'd never really had to. Even when she didn't feel like sex, she would usually pleasure him, either manually or orally. He had been living a life of luxury, but the well had run dry. He now provided release for himself at least three times a week, sometimes more. These last few days had been extremely hard on him. He'd had the unexpected visit of his brother and his wife, a small woman with luscious curves. At night, he heard them go at it in the guest bedroom. He had even hidden his spycam in the room to watch them fornicate. He'd masturbated to it afterwards, but had been mindful to delete the file. He'd never done anything of the sort before. His sexual need was just too overwhelming - and for the life of him, he could not fathom why his partner chose to ignore the obvious signs.

Now, his brother and his wife were gone. He was left to his own devices.

It was one night while he was surfing for porn on the internet that he finally noticed the ads his mind had been ignoring all this time: personal sites for sexual encounters.

The thought had never even crossed his mind before. Now, he was actually contemplating cheating on his wife. But could he? Surely, things would get better. Eventually, she would allow him access to her garden. But the lust was so great, he was not thinking straight.

Without regards for the consequences, he registered to the site. He filled out his profile, his desires and needs, his likes and preferences... and then he began to browse the profiles.

A new world opened before Francis on his computer. He stared into the infinite possibilities and wondered at the opportunities that lay, some literally, before him. He grinned. Something in him changed that night, a change that could have been avoided if only he'd had better communication and a better relationship with Belle. But now he was plunged into it - and he knew not where it would lead him.

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[molten man]

another excellent start!!

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It had taken another two weeks for Francis to actually consider answering an ad. There were many reasons for this. Francis was still unsure as how to proceed, and on some level, he did want his relationship with Belle to improve. Perhaps it had been because she had given him some glimmer of hope the following day, before they left for work. She had made suggestive hints that their weekend might be a moment to spend some quality time together. He had disregarded his idea for that time...

But then the weekend had rolled, and she had gotten sick from over working; if she'd at least taken care of him in some other fashion.

That night, he'd gone out with his friends at a strip joint, talking to his best friend Jason about his troubles.

"That's tough, man. I don't think I could hold out that long. Guess it's true what they say about married life."
"It sucks man... we used to hop around like rabbits. We'd fuck day in, day out, everywhere, anytime... she couldn't get enough. What happened?"
"You got married, dude."

The truth was, Francis' desire for his wife was still as strong as ever. He wanted her - not anyone else, but her. He couldn't really see himself spending the rest of his life with anyone else. But there was the sex... that damned sex thing, and those dancers all around him. His buddies paid him a lap dance, and the dancer got in his face, on his body. He litterally came into his pants just by her rubbing herself against his clothed form. He'd never done that before.

When he got home that night, he stripped down and took a bath. He cleaned himself up and got to bed, hoping the night's encounter would ease his tension. It didn't. He dreamt of that dancer all night, fucking her hard, in the mouth, in her pussy, even in her ass, something which he'd never done with his current partner. He came all over her, and she enjoyed it. She spanked him into pleasure and he spanked her back. He was lucky he wore boxers at night.

The next week rolled on and made no change in his sex life. He was avoiding the matter altogether. Belle seemed distant, no longer as attractive or enticing as a mate. She still remained a wonderful person, but she couldn't provide him with the satisfaction he craved.

That Friday night, Belle was out with her girlfriends for a movie night. Francis logged on to his favorite porn site and sought something to ease his passion. He saw the ad in the bottom of the screen. He opened a new window, this one with the adult friend site. He logged in. He remembered vividly his user name and password, as if they were burned into his mind. There, he perused the personals.

There was a chat system. He logged on. A lot of people were chatting. Profiles. Pictures. A big breasted red-head, according to the picture, was there. Somehow, he saw her smiling face and decided to chat her up. Her screen name was Butterfly69.

"Hi."
"Hi, Lovesick."
"How are you?"
"Pretty good. Where you at?"

The site was configured so you could theoretically chat with anyone, anywhere, but you could also see the physical location of the person you were talking to. She inquired as to his specific location. He gave a general description of his neighborhood without giving out his adress. He knew better than that.

"Wanna meet?"

She was more forward than he had imagined she would be.

"Sure. Where?"
"Grand Terrace."

There was a terrace downtown, near the big retail stores. Everyone knew it. His wife would be in a different part of town.

"Tonight?"
"If you're available."

This was going way too fast, but Francis was too enthralled in the moment to consider this.

"Sure."
"One hour, from now. I'll be wearing a long red coat."
"I'll be... in jeans and a... green shirt."
"See you there, Lovesick."

She logged off. It was all so sudden. Francis wondered for a moment if he was being played, but the curiosity was getting the better of him. Besides, he wanted to act on it while he still had the guts to do it. He hurried outside, took his car keys, then realized Belle had left with the car. The Terrace wasn't that far off. Only half an hour's walk. Why was he hurrying?

He locked the door, not bothering to leave a message behind. He made his way into the streets. It had been a long time since he had taken a walk. Unfortunately, he soon realized that this allowed him time alone to think.

What was he doing? Going to the Terrace in the middle of the night, or late in the evening, to meet a girl? But he was married. But he hadn't had real sex in more than three months now. He craved it. But would he even get it? Was it worth the effort? Was he justified? Was he a bastard for doing this? Was he unfaithful? The mariage had not been consumated since the wedding night. He wanted this. But what if she found out? The questions rummaged in his head until he realized that he was there.

The Terrace was bereft of a crowd at this time. Only a few people hung out. He was wary of being recognized, but he realized that no one he knew was there. He sat down at a bench and waited. This time, his mind was blank. He was staring into the distance when a voice called up to him.

"Lovesick?"

He looked sideways and his eyes froze on the figure. There was standing the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Flowing red hair, green eyes, luscious lips, perfect curves, wearing a red coat under which a black mini-skirt could be perceived. She wore black high heels. His heart skipped a beat.

"I'm Barbara..."
"Francis. Hi!"

She smiled at him.

"Don't be shy."
"I'm sorry, I'm just..."
"New at this? I can tell. Don't worry. We'll go... as fast as you want."

He smiled, looking away for a moment.

"How do we?"
"Well, I'd start by looking to go somewhere more private. A question: do you have it?"
"Have what?"

For a moment, hesitation reared its ugly head: a prostitute? That's not what he wanted. But she calmed his anxiety, yet at the same time excited him, with her answer.

"The condom."
"Uh... no."

She winked.

"Don't worry. I brought one. I hope it fits."

There was playfulness in her voice.

"You've never done this before, Francis... right?"
"Never... I'm a little..."
"Married?"

He stared at his wedding ring. Why hadn't he taken it off?

"Uh... I'm..."
"It's okay. I'm married too."
"You are?"
"Sure."
"Does... he know?"
"No. She doesn't either, does she?"

He looked away.

"Look, Francis, you seem like a nice guy, and I don't wanna get you in trouble and all, but I came here for something... now, if you want to change your mind, that's okay, but don't string me around. I could be elsewhere."
"No... it's... No, just. You're right. We should go somewhere."
"Great. Follow me."

She grabbed Francis' hand; he felt the coldness of the metal on his ring finger. He took off the ring and pocketed it. He would have to remember to put it back on before getting home. He followed Barbara like a puppy, letting her lead him to a small motel just beside the Terrace. The place had an unclean look about it.

"I'll pay upfront for the room; you can pay me back later."
"Pay you back?"
"Yeah, we split it. No credit cards. Just cash."
"Makes sense."
"And if you don't want your wife finding out, I'll give you a few pointers... for next time."

Francis was hooked. There was no way to back down now. He was into it, and he knew it would go all the way. The question was: could he go back, afterwards? Or was he signing the death warrant on his relationship with Belle?

[molten man]

It has a nice interesting start..

Lets see how this one develops!!

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Francis was very nervous. Barbara closed the door to the motel room and went over to the bed. Francis just stood there, staring. The room was cheap: they had paid for three hours. Francis had remained some distance from the clerk so as not to be seen. Barbara had paid, taken the key, and they had walked in silence towards the room.

Now, Francis' knees were shaking.

"Sit."

Barbara tapped on the side of the bed, but Francis did not move. He just stared back at the door.

"Francis..."
"Yes?"
"Do you even want to be here?"

He stared at her voluptuous figure. Her curves were so exquisite; the dress she wore was absolutely stunning. Her exposed legs seemed to have the softness of silk. Her exposed arms left the same impression. Her reddish hair, somewhat wild, told of the many pleasures which this woman - Barbara - could provide him. Her entire presence hinted at the release he craved for.

"Do you?"
"Yes."

He sounded desperate. He didn't like it.

"How long has it been?"
"Three months..."

His answer was without emotion, like a machine.

"You're overexcited... hmmm..."

She seemed troubled by it, but Francis could not figure out why.

"Come over here, please."

He finally managed to get his legs moving. He sat down beside her.

"The way you're strung, I'm probably not going to get much out of you..."

He felt he should understand what she was talking about but his mind was elsewhere.

"Lie back."

He moved up on the bed and laid down on his back. She unbuttoned his pants. He shivered.

"Sshhhh..."

She whispered softly. He closed his eyes. She started to pull down his pants, mindful not to touch his manhood as she did so. She exposed his underwear, grey boxers. She could see him coming around. There was an opening at the front. Carefully, going as gently as she could, she pulled his penis out through the opening. He was hard already, throbbing.

"Lie back. Let me do this."

She grabbed him with her left hand and started pumping up and down. Within seconds, Francis was at the point of ecstasy and shooting his load into the air. Barbara hurriedly went to get a tissue to clean him up. Francis was beside himself. He couldn't believe what had just happened. But Barbara seemed to be in complete control; he didn't want to take it away from her. He remained silent and motionless as she cleaned up his semen and tossed the tissue into the wastebasket.

"I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I was expecting this."
"The way you were strung up, yeah. You were ready to explode."
"Anyway, I'm sorry..."
"It's okay."

He looked away, then back at her. His sex was slowly getting limp again. He was both disappointed and relieved.

"What now?"
"Well... that's really up to you. I suppose if I left, I could always get another date before the night is over. But I'd ask you to pay fully for the room, considering..."

It seemed reasonable. He had done the unthinkable - even if that unthinkable had been rather tame, given what he was expecting. He had let another woman touch him and take care of him. She didn't seem too shocked or sad about it. Perhaps it was best to call it a night, pretend the whole thing had never happened.

"Or you could help me get off too...."

Barbara's voice trailed in the air. Francis' heart skipped a beat.

"I really didn't know how you'd be so..."

She retrieved her purse, looked into it, then pulled out something which Francis immediately recognized. It was a long shaft, made of red plastic, with ridges on it.

"...I brought a friend..."

Francis' mind raced in his head. Barbara was politely asking him to masturbate her, using the dildo. He could say no. And yet...

"Well, I suppose I could... I mean... I owe you, sort of..."

She smiled at him.

"Why don't we both get undressed then..."

She backed away from the bed, getting up; she started undoing the buttons on her dress, revealing some more skin as she went down. The dress slid off her body. She did not wear any bra. Her breasts popped into view. She was wearing a racy red thong. She had nothing else on. Her skin was glistening with small beads of sweat already.

"Your turn..."

Francis first pulled his shirt off; he wasn't the most handome of shapely of men but he was fairly good looking. She looked him over as he removed his pants. He put his limp shaft back into his underwear.

"What now, Romeo?"

Suddenly, Francis realized he was in control. It was up to him how things went from here. His release a few moments later had cleared his head; he was now in charge of pleasuring this gorgeous red-head, all over her superbly sculpted body. The possibilities were mind-numbing. But it was his choice how to proceed - or how to hold back. But the chains that were holding him back a moment later were gone. He was free from any attachment.

It was his time; his power was absolute.

[molten man]

awesome writing as usual...

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Barbara moved to the bed and lay on her back; she gently removed her panties, exposing a fully shaven pubic area to Francis, who had a hard time looking away. His lover, Belle, barely trimmed it at all. He'd had previous girlfriends who had done so. He'd never bothered to ask her - but now that he thought about it, he might have liked for Belle to do the same. Not that it had mattered in the last three months.

"Don't be shy..."

Francis was still sitting on the edge of the bed, in his gray boxers. He thought about his desire for sex, for this specific girl, but that wasn't sufficient for his sex to come back to full attention; at best did it make a slight bulge in his pants.

The red device, now lying on the bed beside him, spoke in different tones. It was slim, ridged, approximately ten inches in length. His eyes went up to Barbara's breasts, which was gently fondling.

"Do you want me to start on myself and then you can join in?"

He didn't answer.

"All right, toss me the dildo."

Francis' hand froze: it took a conscious effort for him to reach down, grab the device and hand it to Barbara. She moved it up and set it between her ample breasts; then, with her left hand, she started twiddling around her sex, letting her fingers gently slide along her lips; she then concentrated on the upper region, closing her eyes.

Francis couldn't look away, but then again, he didn't know where to look either. Her face was beginning to contort with the signs of stimulation and pleasure; her eyes disappeared behind her eyelids; her mouth twinged as she bit the corner of her lip softly; the round mounds of her breasts wobbled a little, holding the red dildo in place between them; her stomach was silky, almost glistening; her right hand drew circles around her navel, then slid along her curvy side; her ample thighs were raised in a right angle with her lower legs; her sex was starting to glisten as well, as she became more and more stimulated from her own touch.

Francis felt his heart race; his mind, however, was blank, as his eyes hovered the gorgeous female form touching herself in front of him. For a moment, she was his Belle, she was his wife, and it really didn't matter all that she had put him through in the past few months. A moan from Barbara pulled him from his reverie.

Barbara retrieved the dildo with her right hand and, parting the lips of her sex with her left fingers, proceeded to put the device inside her, gently at first, as it seemed reluctant to enter. She didn't force it in; instead, she just slid across her entry point, making sure she was appropriately wet. When she tried the maneuver again, it slid right into her.

It hadn't been that long since Francis had released, but the entire experience was restoring his body; he was hard again, not as hard as he'd been previously, but enough to feel the nudge against his boxers. Instinctively, he pulled them off. Barbara seemed pleased by what she saw. She motioned for him to move closer.

"Take over for me, please."

She guided his hand to the red device, and used her own hand to show him how to proceed; he gently started moving about, making the device slide in and out of her. She bit her lip more hardly; her right hand then reached down to his hardening manhood.

"Come closer."

He moved towards her.

"More."

He finally understood what she wanted. He moved his entire lower body towards her, giving her full access to his sex. She bent her upper torso to the side so her mouth could reach his sex. First, she stared at it; then, she planted her lips on it, kissing it gently. It throbbed. She giggled, then moaned from the stimulation she was receiving.

"Slower... don't hurt me."
"Sorry."

Francis was having a hard time handling all that was going on, but he didn't want to stop, nor did he want to disappoint.

Barbara reached down and wrapped her lips around the tip of his sex, licking it with the tip of her tongue. She wanted him long and hard again as soon as possible, but she knew not to rush it. Meanwhile, Francis was doing his best to pleasure her using the red dildo; he didn't seem to be doing too bad, but she didn't moan as much now as she when she'd been doing it to herself.

Eventually, Barbara pulled away from him, and she told him to stop. She removed the device from her sex and tossed it aside. She stared hard at Francis' erect form.

"See... now what do we do?"

The question hung in the air. The power was still in Francis' hands.

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Francis finally managed to take some form of initiative.

"This is wonderful, Barbara... I... want... to eat you out."

She smiled at him.

"All right. But go slow. No teeth."

He hadn't even envisionned the possibility of biting. He was somewhat shocked that she had brought it up; and now that she had, he almost wanted to try it. But then again, he wouldn't want her to bite him, so it was best to keep that strange notion out of his head.

"I'm clean, by the way..."

For a moment, he didn't understand. She was sweaty and she smelled of sex. Francis wasn't used to this kind of talk.

"Oh! Me too."
"That's good... but if we get around to... I'm still going to ask you to use the condom."
"That's fair."

To be honest, Francis didn't really enjoy eating out a girl; it wasn't his favorite position at all, and the taste was always unusual. But the circumstances here warranted experimentation, trial and error, and even discomfort to some extent. Try as he might, Francis could not shake the notion that he was cheating on his wife; he couldn't really justify it other than a physical need that she couldn't fulfill. There were bound to be repercussions; he would deal with them at another time. But in his mind, a part of him still wanted to feel guilty for what he was doing with this gorgeous red-head.

Barbara positioned herself fully on her back again and spread her legs apart as wide as she could; she was very flexible. Francis moved his face down between her legs; the smell was both revolting and intoxicating, it was hard to describe exactly the effect it had on him.

His first act of business was to start kissing the inside of Barbara's thighs. They were silky smooth, not a spot of hair in sight. His tongue slid across the thigh, moving upwards, stopping a moment before it got to her sex. She shivered from the touch. He repeated the motion, this time on the inside of the other thigh. She shivered again.

He planted a gentle kiss on her sex. She moaned slightly. He opened his mouth and gently placed his tongue on the top part of her labia and took a quick lap, like a cat licking its milk up. The image stayed in his mind and froze him for a moment.

"Oh...."

This time, the utterance was very vocal. His breath was on her sex; it felt warm and sensual. He placed another kiss, this time parting his lips so his tongue could play around a little. He felt Barbara twinge with every moment; she seemed highly sensitive to his stimulation at this point.

"Harder... please..."

He locked lips with her sex; the lack of pubic hair made it very easy for him to do so. He had always hated that with Belle (and his previous girlfriends as well). He always imagined it felt like a mustache. He hated mustaches. He'd grown one in college and had realized it didn't suit him. Why was he thinking about that?

He dove in, more fiercely. Barbara's hands went to the back of his head and pulled him in. She trembled as she forced him into her, his tongue sliding across her lips madly, his breath hard, almost rhythmic. Barbara moaned all the while, trying to push him deeper, as if his entire face could fit inside her.

Francis pulled away hard. He was running out of breath.

"Oh... Don't stop..."
"I just..."

She pulled him back in. He pulled back out. She released his head and started panting heavily out of frustration.

"Dammit."
"What?"
"Go back in... now! Please!"

He didn't quite understand what the hurry was, but somehow he was afraid things would go sour. He ignored his own discomfort and dove into her again, this time making his best effort not to pull away when he started to feel pressured. His mouth slapped loudly against the lips, his tongue did the same. The noise wasn't that stimulating for him, but Barbara was rolling in ecstasy, her back arching on the bed; she tilted her hips from side to side.

He heard a loud groan on her part, and then she fell limp. He pulled away and immediately collapsed on the bed. He'd pulled his stunt farther than expected. Meanwhile, Barbara kept moaning and groaning in satisfaction; it seemed the orgasm was lasting more than just a few seconds. She shivered with delight from the pleasure, then came resting down on the bed after about ten seconds.

"Are you okay?"

Francis regretted asking the question immediately afterwards, but she didn't actually hear it. He was relieved.

"Oh God! I needed that so bad... oh..."

She looked up.

"Did you say something?"
"No... just admiring the view. Wow."

She giggled and forced herself to stand.

"Sorry about my reaction... it's just..."
"Just what?"
"Well, I don't know about other girls but... once you get me started, and I'm riding my way to my orgasm, you don't stop... I go down really fast if you don't keep at it, you know."
"Sorry. I didn't know."
"Well now you do. I think... it's the same for every girl."

She smiled at him, just to show that there were no hard feelings. She looked down; he was kneeling on the bed; his shaft was now as hard as it had been at the start of their encounter. She licked her lips and looked into his eyes.

"Are you ready?"

She marked the end of her question with a long stare. Francis was getting involved deeper and deeper with Barbara every minute he spent with her. And this wasn't even over. It could have been over several times already, but Francis had kept going. He didn't want to waste any more time on his troubles; he wanted to spend his energies on the solution. And the solution right now was Barbara.

"I'm ready."

He smiled at her. There was no more innuendo in the room. Things were clear and definite. He was going to take her. That was his only option now. Follow through and deal with the repercussions later.

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A few months ago, it had been impossible for Francis to visualize himself having sex with anyone but his Belle; she was the love of his life, she was destined to be his wife, maybe even bear his children eventually.

Things had changed.

He was in a hotel room with a stranger, a red-head with ample breasts, a shapely figure and darling eyes, ready to have sex. He'd already gone through several stages of desire and holding back. No more did he want to hesitate, but one last thought came to mind.

What if tonight...?

His thoughts immediately went to Belle. Her luscious form, her ravishing figure, her sweet moans whenever he made love to her, all these things returned to the forefront and imposed themselves upon the scene. She could come back from her night out with her friends horny or drunk, or both - perhaps this was the night he would finally have sex with his wife again. Perhaps...

The disillusion took over once more. Three months. Why would tonight be any different? He needed this. He needed to feel someone's sex wrapped around his shaft; he wanted to feel the lust and wanton abandon that came with it. Barbara was here, eager, waiting, ready.

He pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. He was hard again; enough time had elapsed since she had given him release. He didn't smile much - he was all about business right now. She spread her legs and he slid his shaft against her sex; the contact made them both tingle.

"Francis... Condom."

He had almost forgotten. She had taken it out of her purse earlier. It was there, right on the side of the bed. He didn't really want to put it on. He could probably push into her right now; she would probably even let him. And yet, there was this agreement between them, unsaid, which made the wearing of the latex mandatory, even if they both were clean, even if she was probably on the pill.

He reached and tore the plastic apart, pulling out the latex. It easily slid onto his shaft; he didn't want to struggle with it anyway. Barbara smiled and gave him the go-ahead.

He thrust into her in one swoop and moaned - he remained there, deep inside her for a moment, motionless, enjoying the sensation. She had cringed and moaned as well.

"Oh...."

With some ease, he started pacing back and forth into her; she reached her hands to his buttocks and started pulling him in as well. Before long, he was riding as hard and as fast as he could; she was panting heavily, moaning often though not very loudly; he didn't want to pace himself. He wanted to take back his sexual appetite. Eventually, after many thrusts, his hips started to hurt and give out; he was forced to stop.

Barbara was moaning loudly. He went at it again, but his hips couldn't keep the same frenetic pace twice. He stopped. She was smiling.

"See how easy that was..."
"Come on, turn around."

She smiled; he pulled out of her, mindful for the condom not to slip off of him. She got down on all fours, presenting her rear end to him; he could see the glistening fluids off her lower lips. He readied himself and thrust back into her; this time, she couldn't contain her moans as much. He went at it with less force; she seemed to enjoy it as much and it didn't tire him so. He preferred this position to the other; it was less tiring.

He pumped away recklessly, his mind completely blank for a while; then an image of Belle emerged and suddenly, he was doing this to his wife. She was here, with him in the room, being taken like the sexual beast that she had been. He was finally having sex with her.

Barbara called him back to the moment.

"I want to ride you..."

He pulled out; the condom stuck in place this time without any help. She pushed him on his back, climbed on top of him and slid down; there was no effort there at all. He just laid back, his hands reaching just below her breasts as she bounced up and down on him, then grinded her sex against his. Barbara's shape was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. He felt the urge to release rise again, but it didn't stick this time and went back down. Meanwhile, Barbara was pleasing herself, taking full charge of the situation. Francis just laid back and took it.

Barbara collapsed on top of him after a strong but silent orgasm. Her breasts went to rest against his chest; her lips met his and they kissed passionately, the first time since they'd gotten together in the room. She seemed quite satisfied from the encounter - but Francis wanted to give her more.

He pushed her off; the condom almost slid off as she pulled up so he had to hurry, grab it and hold it in place. He laughed about it.

"Wow... I'd say you were worth the wait."
"Hang on."

He got her on knees on the bed, then went behind her again and slid back into her sex, this time pulling her body up against his, grabbing her breasts with his hands.

"More?"
"More..."

His lips on her neck, his hands on her breasts, he rocked her on him back and forth, sliding in and out as best as he could; he could sense his own climax coming again; he didn't want it to break so he kept pumping, tilting her body back against his. She didn't seem to mind at all; one of his hands left her breast and went down across her stomach to the edge of her sex; she moaned with delight. This time, the rush inside him did not subside and kept rising. As he gently fingered the edge of her sex, as he pushed his shaft hard into her, he exploded in a sharp but satisfying orgasm. She fell back down to the bed face first, and he gave a few additional thrusts - and that was it. He almost collapsed on her.

"Pull out..."

He did so; the condom followed, now only half on his shaft. He rolled onto his back and laid there.

Barbara laid on her side and stared at his exhausted figure.

"You needed that so bad..."
"I did... Damn... I didn't know that... oh..."
"You're sweet, Francis."

She got on her back as well before speaking.

"Normally, I'd love to sleep here for a while, but I only paid for two hours, and we've already gone past half that, so..."
"It's okay. I should get home before she does..."
"Do you regret it?"

The question lingered in the air.

"Truth be told, Barbara, no... I needed it. So bad. I'm not going to tell her, though. I'm not sure I'm going to do it again. I guess... I'll have to see."

She smiled at him.

"You know what my motto is, Francis?"

He looked at her.

"Tell me."
"There are only so many opportunities in life to have fun. I don't want to waste any of them. And I'll be honest with you; what we did here was pretty tame compared to what I do sometimes. No insult to you, it was great."
"Tame?"
"Well... yeah... maybe what you and your wife need is something you can't provide for each other. A lot of couples are like that. Like my husband and me."
"But he doesn't know what you do?"
"What would be the point of telling him? Getting him upset? Getting a divorce? I love him. He just can't give me all the sex I need."
"I can't even imagine that on my end. I can't get enough."
"Everybody's different."

Barbara shook her head and got up from the bed. She slid her hands across her body as she stretched.

"There are places where couples can go to work out their problems."
"Like therapists?"
"No... well yes, but that's not what I meant."
"Like what then?"
"Places... I can send you a few details over the internet... if you want to."
"Sure."

She turns to him.

"You'd better take a shower too; I didn't bite, didn't leave any marks on you that could tell of what happened, but another woman can smell these things."
"You really have done this before."
"And I'll do it again. This is sex, Francis. Nothing more. Sex between strangers, maybe eventually friends."
"Can we... do it again, sometime?"
"Maybe. We'll see. But I'm not exclusive. I'm not having an affair. I'm having adventures. There's a difference."
"Understood."

She smiled again.

"You're just so cute, so innocent yet."

Francis did not feel innocent, but he also did not feel guilty. He'd taken what he needed from her; only time would tell if he could live with his decisions in the long term. Right now, he was finally content. And that meant a lot in the greater scheme of things.

That meant quite a lot indeed...

[molten man]

excelent writing!!

[interesting]

It had happened during the wedding.

Belle was certain Francis hadn't noticed. He never did notice important things. He only noticed trivial things. He had never been good at the big picture. She hated him for it. She loved him so much for the rest but she hated him for it.

Granted, Belle had probably exagerrated the whole thing. She was willing to admit it.

Belle was leaning on the couch at her friend Laurie's place. She was wearing a mid-hip length black skirt and a white blouse, with the top two bottoms undone. Her hair was loose. She was drinking her fourth glass of wine in a row. She gulped it down and handed the glass over to Laurie for a refill.

"I think you've had enough."
"I'll say when I've had enough."
"Bella..."

Belle lowered her head. Only Laurie called her that. Belle looked up and imagined she was Laurie for a moment. Gorgeous blonde hair, luscious lips, perky breasts hidden under a red sweater, tight pants that accentued her already curvacious body. She wanted to be Laurie. She wanted to be unmarried and free.

The two other girls in the room were also severely inebriated. There was Ramala, flaunting her perfect figure in Belle's face as she sported a miniskirt and a tank top that left little to the imagination. Ramala's dark skin told of her African-American heritage. Then there was Li. Her slightly braided eyes fell on Belle; she wore loose dark pants and a t-shirt, behind which two small but firm breasts showed. Li was only half-asian.

Belle stared at her friends and found herself ugly.

Ramala walked up to Belle and literally crawled on top of her, kissing her forehead.

"What's wrong, beautiful?"
"Stop that..."

Laurie pulled Ramala off of Belle and sat beside her.

"Bella, what's going on with you? You haven't been yourself in quite a while."

Belle's head leaned sideways to Laurie's shoulder.

"I love you girls, you know that."
"And you're drunk..."
"We love you too!"

Li jumped off the couch and twirled on herself before falling down. She giggled for no reason.

"Ramala, take Li into the other room."
"And do what?"
"Shave her head. I don't care. Just do it. I want to talk to Bella in private."
"You just want to have sex with her, right!"
"Ramala!"

Ramala laughed it off; she was as inebriated as Li but at least she could walk.

"Fine..."
"Get her undressed and set her in my bed. She'll feel better in the morning."

Ramala picked up Li and carried her over into the other room.

"And close the door."

Ramala did as she was told. Belle and Laurie were left alone in the room. Belle's head lifted itself and locked lips with Laurie, who pulled away.

"You're so out of it..."
"Am not."
"Yes you are. You should sleep."

Laurie wanted to pull away but Belle held onto her tightly.

"No."
"You don't want me to go?"
"No..."

And she hugged Laurie, squeezing her head against her breasts. Laurie shrugged and held her best friend against her for a moment. Belle eventually pulled away.

"I want more wine."
"You've had enough..."
"I want more!"

Suddenly, Belle burst into tears for no reason - the alcohol (and other substances) in her blood were talking their toll. Laurie grabbed Belle and held her tight again. Belle sobbed for a moment then literally fell asleep. Laurie wrapped her arms around Belle and let her lie there. How could she abandon her friend, given what she knew, given what she had seen - and done - at the wedding?

Laurie recalled the bachelorette party. It had been pretty wild, with naked boys, most of the girls getting laid (except for her and Belle). But that had just been the tip of the iceberg. It was expected that there would be debauchery at the bachelorette party, and there had been. She'd never seen so much dick in a single place; all the guys wanted to fuck the party girls. Ramala had slept with three different men that night. Belle and Laurie had fended off a lot of propositions that night. Perhaps it was because they hadn't given in that things had gone sour the next day.

The wedding was about an hour away. Francis was already pacing inside the Church. Laurie, as maid-of-honor, acted as intermediary between bride and groom, because they couldn't see each other. It was bad luck.

Laurie made her into the room where Belle was anxiously waiting - and found her best friend in the lingerie she would wear under her dress. Belle was unable to get into her dress. Belle seemed flushed and out of breath. Laurie hurriedly entered the room and closed the door.

"What's wrong?"

Laurie had always been fairly observant. She noticed that Belle's fingers were slightly moist; she noticed a stain of humidity on her panties.

"Have you been touching yourself? In Church?..."
"Yes. I'm sorry."

Belle was shaking.

"What's wrong? Are you having second thoughts?"
"Yes... no... I don't know. It's just... last night after the party, I got home and I... I couldn't sleep. So I... played with myself like crazy."
"Really?"

The girls had had previous conversations so this did not feel awkward at all.

"And this morning... I just can't stop..."
"So you're not okay?"
"No... God, Laurie, I just want to fuck. That's insane, right."
"Well, I could always get your future husband her for a quickie..."
"No! I can't see him..."
"Bad luck, okay. What do you wanna do about it?"

For a moment, there was silence in the room.

"Thing is, Laurie, I can't bring myself to come... seriously. I've been touching myself like crazy since last night, and I can't... I can't... seriously."

Laurie was perplexed. The excitation of the previous night, seeing their girlfriends having sex in the club had been quite a rush. Belle had probably become fixated on the idea. Laurie's mind was always quick to find answers, even if in retrospect, it hadn't been the best she'd ever had.

"Well..."

Laurie looked about the room and recovered a candle.

"Will this do?"

Laurie seemed a bit shy as she presented the long candle to her friend. Belle was amazed.

"I can certainly try..."
"I'll leave you alone, then."
"No... just... can you stay?"
"I suppose..."

Given their level of intimacy, the fact that they'd both seen each other naked several times, watching her best friend masturbate wasn't that big a deal. Besides, she could keep watch, in case someone decided to show. Laurie locked the door. Belle pulled down her panties, exposing her partially shaven pubic hair. She spread her legs, placing one on a chair. She started to play with the candle, then gently slid it into her.

"Careful so it doesn't break."

Laurie was always mindful of things. Laurie tried to look away, but the sight of her half-naked best friend touching herself and inserting the candle into her was extremely erotic. Laurie was also reminded of all the sex she had encountered the previous night and it made her extremely horny. She felt her own panties slowly becoming damp. Belle was really going at it and Laurie was starting to shake.

Belle looked up from her work and stopped.

"Are you all right?"
"Sure..."
"You're horny."
"Well... you're sort of... and... I was there last night too."
"Join me."
"What?"
"Get a candle and join me."

Belle was always straightforward, a quality that Laurie valued in her. The hesitation was palpable, but Laurie retrieved another candle, pulled down her panties and set herself in the same position as Belle, facing her.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..."
"It's nothing I haven't seen before."
"Still..."

Laurie exposed her own shaven sex and started to play with the candle. It was highly erotic; Belle lowered the cups on her bra, exposing her wonderful cleavage. Laurie shivered at the sight. It was one thing to see them in the shower and quite another to see them in this context. Belle was moving her hips back and forth. Suddenly, the candle slid into Laurie's sex and she almost screamed. She held it in and began to ride the candle in and out of her.

Staring at each other into their eyes, the girls pleasured themselves into an almost simultaneous orgasm, something they had never experienced before.

"Oh! wow! Oh! So good..."

Laurie's initial reflex was to walk towards Belle and kiss her; suddenly, Belle was kissing her back. They were locked in their embrace. Then, Laurie's dress was off and they kept on kissing. Laurie kneeled in front of Belle and planted her mouth on her sex and started kissing and licking it. Laurie pulled her fingers down into her own sex as Belle shivered under her touch. The moment froze for them and they both orgasmed again, with the same force as they had previously. They both collapsed to the floor and kept kissing for a long moment, holding their half-naked bodies against each other's.

"Oh God! Laurie..."
"Oh Bella..."

All of a sudden, it dawned on them that they had just had sex. And then the questions really started to pour.

Laurie was aware that Belle had been too shocked to do anything about it; she'd gone off and married Francis all the same. But she also knew that when they had returned from their honeymoon, Belle had felt guilty for what had happened, and that guilt had become an overriding principle. Belle did not even touch herself anymore. Every Friday, she met up with her best friends, they hung out, Belle got drunk and passed out, and Laurie never got to bring the topic back up to the surface. Belle was completely gone now, and only an intervention could snap her back. But Francis would never understand. And Laurie couldn't trust Ramala or Li to take it seriously, nor could she trust their confidentiality. Ramala's comment had been too close for comfort.

Laurie was trapped in her own lie, the same lie that was destroying Belle from within, and who knew how it affected Francis.

Bottom line: someone was eventually going to get hurt when the truth got out.

[molten man]

nice one!! Keep it going..

[interesting]

It was Sunday morning and Francis was still in bed. Belle had got up around 10 in the morning. She was now in her bath. That was usually the time that Francis went to the computer to masturbate to some porn.

But this morning, he did not feel like masturbating. He did not even feel like getting up. His mind was blank, safe for one thing.

An entire week had passed since his encounter with the lovely Barbara. An entire week had gone by that he had played innocence. It seemed that Belle didn't suspect a thing. Nor did anything else happen on that front either. Barbara's hips had been enough to quench his thirst for sex; a little over a week after that, he was still content. But everything he did, every gesture he took began to feel calculated. He had been mindful to erase the logs of his conversation with Barbara on the computer. But there were still nagging doubts, even if they were only in his mind. Belle had not come up to him either in the week, so the distance they maintained between each other kept him safe from discovery.

Somewhere inside of his soul, Francis was becoming aware that the deception he was playing upon her was actually taking its toll and that, sooner or later, the bubble would burst.

He finally got up and went to the kitchen, not bothering to get dressed. Since his encounter with Barbara, he had started training again. He'd practically given it up when he started going out with Belle. Something was amiss and this renewed vigor was also a way for him to rekindle some lost energy. He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat at the counter.

He heard the splashing of water. His naked wife was in her bath. He felt a hard-on coming. Why should she still turn him on after all that she had put him through? Rage was slowly seeping into his pores. He set down the coffee mug hard; the handle broke.

"Fuck!"
"What?"

He heard her voice from the other.

"I broke my coffee mug..."
"What?"

He got up and raced to the closed door. He almost screamed at it.

"I said I broke my goddamned coffee mug!"
"Well, you have to be more careful with it."

Something in him snapped at her comment. He tugged at the handle; she had locked the door. No problem. The lock could be snapped from the outside. He did so and entered. She seemed shocked, actually covering herself when he came barging in.

"Francis, what's..."

He stared at her. She was cringing away from him. She was afraid of him. For a moment, the anger welled up inside him and he wanted to hit her; but then, he let it go and the anger turned to disarray and confusion. She simply stared at him in silence, lowering her hands, exposing her form to him.

"Dammit, Belle... How long are we gonna keep this up?"
"What?"

He looked down at his erect shaft.

"This!"
"I just... I mean..."
"Shut up. Why... don't you want to fuck me anymore?"

She stared at him. He had tried to bring up the conversation previously, but she'd always dismissed him, shooed him away or walked off. She was naked in her bathtub; the only exit was behind Francis.

"I just... I..."
"Tell me! Or do me! Or don't, but make up your mind..."

She felt ashamed and guilty, now knowing how he felt exactly, trying to understand his frustration. She had been punishing him for her own failure, and she did love him still, so why... the answer was obvious, but she couldn't tell him. Francis was the jealous type. He would never understand. And she didn't feel like...

"Come here..."
"Why?"
"Move closer to the bath... Come on."

He moved slowly, as if every step was cumbersome. She got up to her knees, her eyes at his crotch level. She teased a hand onto his shaft.

"Belle, don't..."
"Ssshhh...."

She kissed it.

"I haven't been very kind to you, have I?"

He didn't answer. He wasn't sure if she was talking to him or to his penis.

She wrapped her lips around it and started bobbing up and down. Francis shivered. Pangs of guilt built up inside his stomach, but he ignored them; he would deal with them later. She was finally giving in - giving head. She pulled away for a moment. She lowered her head.

"What's wrong? Please don't stop..."
"Francis, I..."

Francis just stared at her, pleading. She ignored her own feelings and went back to work on him. She felt angry at herself for having ignored him for so long. Francis had faded into the background after the honeymoon, after she'd reconnected with Laurie. Laurie... wonderful best friend. Why did things have to be so complicated? Why couldn't she stay mad at Laurie? Why was she mad at Francis, he who hadn't done anything to deserve this?

Francis was moaning; he was reliving his first times with Belle in that instant, allowing her sweet luscious lips to caress his shaft in a delectable fashion. She used her tongue as well, and held him firmly with her hand.

Belle's instincts of guilt led way to feelings of humiliation; she deserved to be humiliated for her failure in all her relationships. She pulled away from his cock but kept stroking, harder and faster. She then did something she had never done before; she closed her eyes and allowed him to empty himself onto her face. Francis only realized a moment later what Belle had willingly done. Why was she debasing herself like this? Was it her way to show contrition? But Francis had other worries in his own mind, namely two; one, would this be a one-time occurrence and two, could he live with himself given what he had done with Barbara?

Time stood still. Both husband and wife stared long into the abyss, not realizing that the abyss was staring back at them.

Suddenly, truth reared its ugly head.

"Francis... I... had an adventure."

The words popped out of Belle's still-messy face.

"What?"
"I... had sex with someone else. One time and...."

Francis' hormones took over. The notion that another man had been with his partner without his knowledge was inconceivable. He was out the bathroom door before she could even finish her sentence.

"Francis, no... please, let me explain."
"There's nothing to explain!"

Francis was already getting dressed.

"It was before the wedding..."
"But we were going out together?"
"Yes, but..."

He didn't give her time to answer. He bolted for the door. She tried to get in his way. He shoved her aside, without force, but without hesitation either. She followed him naked in the hall as he headed for the stairs.

"Francis, don't go... don't..."

As he hurried down the stairs, she collapsed, still naked, wet and messy, on the hall floor, confused and shaken.

Laurie had been right. She should have listened to her. Now everything was unraveling.

[molten man]

nice writing.. keep it going!!