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kissing my way down her neck, my hands dropping to her hips, to grab the hem of her skirt and slide it upward to expose her thighs.
“Mmm… I love you too,” she beamed, tilting her head up as I sucked gently on her neck, my hands spreading over the soft flesh of her behind.
“You couldn’t wait until I came upstairs?” she laughed.
Now I ran a hand gently up her inner thigh, and up to press against her panties.
My God, she was wet. Her underwear was soaking. More evidence of her infidelity, more fuel for my shivering, trembling arousal.
“I know what’s been going on with you,” I said, stroking my fingers over her mound, over the drenched cotton covering her sex.
“What’s been going on?” She asked, prompted. A little surprised, but unable to resist as I slipped my hand beneath her panties now, to seek out the incredible heat between her thighs.
“I’m okay with it,” I said, “really. It’s okay. I just wish… you could talk to me about it.”
Diana groaned as my fingers glided over her clit to dip into the slippery folds of her pussy. “I don’t… understand…” she said, “what… d’you mean?”
Stroking her, spreading her slick moisture over my fingers, I slipped a digit inside her. God, had another man been inside her? Had he filled her, taken her hard, made her come?
I kissed her neck. The scent of sex, of her arousal, was stronger now.
“You’ve been seeing someone, haven’t you?” I said, trying to speak as though I wasn’t passing judgement, and with no hint of anything she might misinterpret as anger.
“Who told you?” she said, and her admission sent a bolt of electricity straight through my heart.
Jesus. I felt elated.
“I figured it out,” I said. I reached behind her again, grabbing a hold of her panties to pull them down over her pert behind. A thong, no less. She never used to wear thongs.
She looked at me, and I hope saw that I wasn’t upset with her. She nodded, then quietly said, “What d’you want to know?”
“Who is he?” I asked, and kissed her just beside her mouth.
“He’s called Dr Lewis. Has an office downtown — over on L Street.”
Her lover had a name. I felt a surge of adrenalin flow through my body, my hardness throbbing between my legs. I pressed it against her body.
“Dr Lewis,” I tried the name out for myself. I felt a little giddy — it was real, it was all real. Then I said, “You’ve been seeing him a lot recently.”
She shrugged. “Once a week.”
That came as a little surprise — I’d thought it had been more regular than that.
I kissed my way down her neck, down to the opening of her shirt, over her breasts, and it seemed to me the she relaxed again.
Reaching for her panties again, I pulled them down further, until they slipped over her knees and down to the floor. “He’s good?” I asked her.
“Very good,” she smiled, gazing down at me as I dropped further down her body, my face running over her shirt, over her stomach, pushing up her skirt some more, revealing the glory of her bare pussy.
She’d never shaved it in the old days. Then ever since she’d started seeing this Dr Lewis, she’d started paying attention to it, and there had been progressively less and less hair between her legs.
I didn’t mind either way, but it was kind of hot she would do this for someone else.
She seemed a trifle confused by my questioning — no doubt the idea that I didn’t mind her admitted infidelity, that I still wanted to ravish her, didn’t gel with society’s preconceived idea of how a wronged husband ought to behave. Yet at the same time she was clearly delighted by my obvious need for her, beaming down at me as I lifted her up onto the counter, and crouched down to kiss and lick my way around her dripping wet pussy.
“You saw him tonight?” I asked in between deep breaths filling my chest with the heady scent of her sex.
“This afternoon,” she said, then closed her eyes and moaned as I placed a
“Mmm… I love you too,” she beamed, tilting her head up as I sucked gently on her neck, my hands spreading over the soft flesh of her behind.
“You couldn’t wait until I came upstairs?” she laughed.
Now I ran a hand gently up her inner thigh, and up to press against her panties.
My God, she was wet. Her underwear was soaking. More evidence of her infidelity, more fuel for my shivering, trembling arousal.
“I know what’s been going on with you,” I said, stroking my fingers over her mound, over the drenched cotton covering her sex.
“What’s been going on?” She asked, prompted. A little surprised, but unable to resist as I slipped my hand beneath her panties now, to seek out the incredible heat between her thighs.
“I’m okay with it,” I said, “really. It’s okay. I just wish… you could talk to me about it.”
Diana groaned as my fingers glided over her clit to dip into the slippery folds of her pussy. “I don’t… understand…” she said, “what… d’you mean?”
Stroking her, spreading her slick moisture over my fingers, I slipped a digit inside her. God, had another man been inside her? Had he filled her, taken her hard, made her come?
I kissed her neck. The scent of sex, of her arousal, was stronger now.
“You’ve been seeing someone, haven’t you?” I said, trying to speak as though I wasn’t passing judgement, and with no hint of anything she might misinterpret as anger.
“Who told you?” she said, and her admission sent a bolt of electricity straight through my heart.
Jesus. I felt elated.
“I figured it out,” I said. I reached behind her again, grabbing a hold of her panties to pull them down over her pert behind. A thong, no less. She never used to wear thongs.
She looked at me, and I hope saw that I wasn’t upset with her. She nodded, then quietly said, “What d’you want to know?”
“Who is he?” I asked, and kissed her just beside her mouth.
“He’s called Dr Lewis. Has an office downtown — over on L Street.”
Her lover had a name. I felt a surge of adrenalin flow through my body, my hardness throbbing between my legs. I pressed it against her body.
“Dr Lewis,” I tried the name out for myself. I felt a little giddy — it was real, it was all real. Then I said, “You’ve been seeing him a lot recently.”
She shrugged. “Once a week.”
That came as a little surprise — I’d thought it had been more regular than that.
I kissed my way down her neck, down to the opening of her shirt, over her breasts, and it seemed to me the she relaxed again.
Reaching for her panties again, I pulled them down further, until they slipped over her knees and down to the floor. “He’s good?” I asked her.
“Very good,” she smiled, gazing down at me as I dropped further down her body, my face running over her shirt, over her stomach, pushing up her skirt some more, revealing the glory of her bare pussy.
She’d never shaved it in the old days. Then ever since she’d started seeing this Dr Lewis, she’d started paying attention to it, and there had been progressively less and less hair between her legs.
I didn’t mind either way, but it was kind of hot she would do this for someone else.
She seemed a trifle confused by my questioning — no doubt the idea that I didn’t mind her admitted infidelity, that I still wanted to ravish her, didn’t gel with society’s preconceived idea of how a wronged husband ought to behave. Yet at the same time she was clearly delighted by my obvious need for her, beaming down at me as I lifted her up onto the counter, and crouched down to kiss and lick my way around her dripping wet pussy.
“You saw him tonight?” I asked in between deep breaths filling my chest with the heady scent of her sex.
“This afternoon,” she said, then closed her eyes and moaned as I placed a
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