Incest/Taboo A Complicated Relationship

I smiled as I reached out and put one hand on her leg.

"Well, you could always find out, Jack," she replied, with a wicked grin on her face, as she let her legs part a bit more.

I moved a bit to cover what I was doing, and I slid my hand up her inner thighs, under her skirt. Oh God, the cool, soft flesh felt so good, but then it got even better, as I could feel the heat coming from under her panties. I knew I shouldn't be doing this on my wedding day, but I was now suspicious that Diane was letting everyone finger her, so they could discover my spunk inside her, so I kept going, until I felt the ridged contours of her slit under her thin panties.

"I think it's time I took you back to bed, Jack, don't you?" Diane whispered in my ear, as she reached up under Julie's skirt, and pulled my hand away from her pussy. "I didn't give you permission to go fingering other women on our wedding day, did I? Anyway, she'd eat you alive. You need educating to the advanced cunting level before I could ever yet you loose on the lovely Julie, darling."

Mind you, it didn't stop Diane from putting her hand up where mine had been as she kissed Julie, and thanked her for coming to the wedding. Then we went back, hand-in-hand to her, now our, room.

"You would have fucked her, Jack, wouldn't you? Fucked a woman who wasn't your bride, on your own wedding day?"

Oh God, had I managed to land a woman I could barely have dared marrying, only to throw it all away?

"Um ... sorry ... I might have wanted to, but I can't imagine she'd have let me, and I wouldn't anyway. I know it would hurt you too much, and I love you, Diane."

"Hmm. You'd have slipped your finger into her cunt, though, wouldn't you, darling?" she asked, but now she was smiling, and she'd pulled her own dress up, and was running her finger along her slit.

"Well, you were flirting with everyone else, kissing them with my sperm on your lips and face, your tits kept popping out, and every time you danced, they all could see your pussy again. So why shouldn't I be able to finger Julie's cunt?"

"Why, darling? Why? Because her cunt is mine. I love the taste of her, above all of the other women. Maybe, if you're good, we can fuck her together. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Shit, would I ever. I walked over to her, and hugged her, giving her a long, lingering kiss, our tongues intertwining in our mouths.

"Well, you need a bit more training first, then, Jack. Get undressed in the bedroom, while I get myself ready in the bathroom. Just don't start without me."

I stripped off, then laid on the bed, my cock standing vertical, just throbbing gently, as I imagined what new delights Diane would have for me. I almost went into the bathroom, but now she's explained to me what she needs to do to prepare, I'm glad I didn't.

I was a bit surprised when Diane turned her back to me, but then I understood.

"Lube my asshole, darling, then slide your cock up it. I'm afraid you can't have my cunt at the moment."

"Uh, why's that, Diane?"

"Julie's got her head between my legs, and is already sucking my pussy lips, Jack, and I'm just about to taste her delightful wet cunt, which I can see and smell just in front of my face. I can't imagine how much you envy me, darling. So, get pounding my ass."

"Oh no, Diane. You might be sucking Julie's twat, which you told me I couldn't have, but you didn't say I couldn't have her shit hole, did you?"

"You bastard, Jack," Diane said, forgetting that her mouth was supposed to be full of Julie's cunt, "I knew you wanted to fuck someone else on our wedding night."

"Well, you're playing at being a fucking lesbian, darling, eating out your team-mate's vagina. I'm right in her asshole now, feel my balls hitting against your head."

Once again, we fantasized in a way that seemed to be almost natural now, both of us were playing with Diane's slimy, wet gash, sometimes taking it in turns to push our fingers inside her, sometimes putting them in together, then churning them around, enjoying the schlurping and sloshing noises as her cum was stirred around, covering them.

This wasn't quite how I'd imagined my wedding night, I'd always feared it would be all nervous, uncertain moves as I explored my wife's body, not this energetic fantasy fuck, as we both imagined that it was Julie were screwing, not each other. I just felt so pumped up, so alive, as I enjoyed my new wife, revelling in the fact that we could share our fantasies as well as our realities.

I moved my other hand up, grasping one of Diane's wonderful tits, which were bobbling around as I pistoned my cock into her anus.

"Suck her cunt, darling. Push your tongue up her hole; cover your face with her come. Oh God, Diane, let me push my finger up her while you're licking her clit."

I slid my hand up from Diane's breast, making sure to stroke the nipple as I went, and I cupped her chin, pushing a finger into her mouth, which was open, her tongue moving around as she seemed to totally believe the scene we had painted, and Julie's juicy vulva was against it.

Oh yes, that was something I desperately yearned to do in reality: fingering Julie's cunt, while my wife was licking her clit, and my cock was deep in her asshole. I wondered if Julie's asshole would be as delightfully tight as Diane's, which seemed to be trying to milk the sperm from my balls as I went in and out of her, but decided that the real fun would just be making the comparison, while even just thinking about it had made me feel as if I was going to explode.

"The fucking cunt's going to come, Diane. Make sure she gets you off as well, and I'll fill her ass with my spunk."

I don't know what it felt like for Diane, but as she came, imagining me fucking her team-mate's ass while she ate her pussy, it felt as if the entire length of my dick was being squeezed, while from the inside my balls were pumping spunk up it, expanding it, and forcing it even harder against Diane's bowels.

"FUCK!" we both yelled at once, as our bodies surrendered control to our genitals, and we rolled around on the bed, our hands pressed hard against Diane's cunt, and my cock driven as hard into her asshole as I could manage.

"I love you, Jack, but I don't suppose this was how you imagined your wedding night would be, was it?" Diane said as we washed each other off under the shower. "When we've dried ourselves, why don't you put your tux back on, I'll get dressed, and we can try to do it properly."

She was right. I'd expected to be nervous and uncertain on my wedding night, imagining that I'd probably still be inexperienced with a woman, if indeed even that, not fucking my new wife's asshole, imagining she was eating out another woman. I got dressed in the living room, where I'd discarded my tux, leaving Diane the bedroom to get dressed. I had to wait for her to reappear, but when she did, she took my breath away.

She had her wedding dress on again, her red shoes and make up, but this time her skirt was modestly pulled down, and the top looked different, showing no signs of losing its grip on her breasts. She came across and kissed me.

"I love you Jack, and I'm excited about our wedding night. But you will be gentle with me, though, Jack, won't you? I'm still a virgin, and I've never let anyone see me naked, so I'm so nervous and embarrassed. What if you don't like my body?" she asked, sounding every bit like a tremulous young girl.

Somehow, the same feeling infected me, taking me back to the way I'd felt less than a week ago, even though nothing in what she said was true.

"Don't worry, darling, I'm as nervous and inexperienced as you."

I hugged her to me, and kissed her gently on her lips. "I love you so much, Diane, and whatever your naked body is like, I know I'll love it too."

"Oh God, Jack, I'm so nervous, but why don't you unzip my dress for me?"

I felt around the back of her dress to find the zipper, then slowly moved it down. She wriggled against me delightfully, as the movement in the middle of her back must have tickled her, and I felt my cock rise against her. She pulled away from me when I had got it right down, and she gave a little shimmy, letting the dress fall down to the floor.

I gasped as I looked at her, because she just looked so innocent, so demure, so beautiful, even though everything remained covered. She was now wearing a plain white, strapless bra, thick enough to not even show the rise of her nipples; small, but perfectly modest white cotton panties, which showed nothing of her beneath them, and what I presumed was the same narrow white garter belt, holding up her nude, thigh-high stockings.

"God, Diane, you look so beautiful," I whispered, running my hands gently over her shoulders and down her arms, as she undid my bow tie, and started to take my jacket off. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything before."

We might have started playing out another role, but a shudder ran through me as I realised everything I was saying was true. Somehow, she looked even sexier, more desirable, now my brain had to imagine the delights of what was hidden under her bra and panties. I know, I'd seen it, had it only minutes earlier, but I felt full to bursting with love and lust, my cock trying to drive its way through my pants to get at her.

"Oh, Jack, is it really me that's doing that to you?" she asked, her hands brushing across my bulge, then starting to undo my belt. "Why don't you undo my bra, darling?"

I reached around to unclasp the bra, then watched with a lump in my throat as it slowly slid down, revealing her gorgeous breasts, her nipples tight, her areolas crinkled up, defying gravity as they pointed towards me.

"Can I touch them, Diane?"

Her answer was just a kiss on my lips, and both her hands seized mine, and dragged them up so that I had little choice but to cup my hands around them.

"That feels so good, Jack. No one has every touched my breasts like this, and it's giving me a quite strange feeling in my tummy, darling"

I let her undo my shirt, then pull it off me, hugging my naked chest against her breasts, that seemed to be reaching out to touch me, but ended squashed against me. I felt my pants drop to my sockless ankles, and I kicked off my shoes.

"Do you want to touch my pussy, darling?" she whispered, smiling at me, as she pushed her hand inside my boxers, and gently held my cock.

I slipped my hands inside the back of her panties, delighting in the soft, smooth surface of her butt cheeks, as I slid my hands over them, then using my hands to push her panties down. She gave another wiggle, letting them drop down next to mine.

The scent of her sex filled my nostrils, and I pushed her back a little, so that I could look at what I'd just revealed between her legs.

"I think at least part of you likes me," was her response, her hand slowly sliding up and down my cock, which was stiffer than I could ever remember it being. "It's so big, though, Jack, you'll have to forgive me if it won't fit inside me, or maybe we could wait until another night?"

It was as if this was the first time I'd seen a naked woman, made perhaps even more exciting that only days earlier, Diane really was the first woman I'd seen, been close to, and touched like this.

"Don't worry, darling, I'll be gentle," I said, picking her up in my arms, the way I never imagined I'd be able to, and carried her in to the bedroom.

I laid her on her back on the bed, and she smiled up at me as I knelt next to her. She obviously expected me just to climb on her and fuck her, but I had a different plan in mind this time.

"God, you're beautiful, Diane," I said, letting my eyes rove across her naked body.

I'd never really understood why painters and sculptors so often portrayed female nudes, just assuming it was to satisfy their own sexual fantasies, or more likely those of the people who bought them. But now I did. The smooth, rounded curves of her body, the wonderful mountains of her breasts, capped by brown, rougher areas, her nipples pointing upwards, like lone trees on a hilltop.

Then the plains of her belly, broken only by her navel, like the opening of a cave on a limestone cliff, her trimmed pubic hair, like an outcrop of undergrowth, seeming to point the way to hidden delights further down.

And what delights there were. The way her darker labia stood out from the smooth, pink flesh reminded me of scenes of volcanic lava spilling out of the ground, then solidifying in wrinkled folds. It was as if she'd had a molten pool of fleshy lava in her vagina, which had burst out of her, then setting into the chaotic folds that hid the entry to the source of her energy.

"Are you just intending to look at me, Jack? I know I said be gentle, but I was hoping for more on my wedding night."

She was right, of course, beauty like hers deserved to be appreciated properly, not just admired. I turned back to face her, gently put a hand either side of her head, running my fingers over her ears, and through her hair. Then I started kissing her, wanting to touch my lips on every inch of her loveliness: all over her face, her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, even her nose, which I gently took inside my mouth, finishing with her lips.

It was almost chaste: about love, affection and connection, not sex, but my cock stayed ramrod-stiff, and I hoped that Diane was getting the same ache between her legs as I was. I moved on from her face, running my palms down her neck, bringing them together as I swept over one of her shoulders, continuing down that arm, sandwiching it between my hands.

I followed my hands with soft kisses, and when I reached her hand, I opened her fingers, and sucked them, one-by-one, into my mouth. I looked into Diane's eyes, and tried to channel my love over to her, and I had no doubt at all that she was doing the same to me. I repeated it all on her other arm and hand, before sliding my hands back across her collar bones, then moving them downwards.

"God, Jack, no one has ever done anything like this to me before. It's wonderful, but now do the same to my breasts. Please."

I looked down, and saw that her nipples were even stiffer now, the areolas almost disappeared, their flesh gathered together, as if to try to push her nipples right into my face, but then I looked back in her eyes, and smiled.

"Not yet, darling," I whispered, as my hands changed direction, grazing over the swell at the side of each breasts, then bringing them together over the intriguing cave of her navel.

She giggled from the tickling my exploring fingers were causing, and I moved my hands back up, watching her eyes, and seeing first disappointment, then something more profound as again I avoided touching her breasts. I could see she desperately wanted me to fuck her, and one hand caught hold of my cock, which when I looked down, had a trail of pre-cum running down the head, confirming how much I wanted to be inside her as well.

But I wasn't going to fuck her: I was going to make love to her, gently, tenderly, lovingly, the way I imagined I would make love to my wife on our wedding night, if ever I managed to persuade anyone to marry me.

From her navel, I ran my hands down, coming together over her pubes, and I could feel the anticipation, as her body tensed, awaiting my touch on her pussy. I smiled at her again, as she sighed, when my hands moved across to one leg, repeating what I had done to her arms on her leg. As I sucked on each of her toes, she squirmed around, making groaning noises.

"Shit, Jack, how could you possibly know that I love my feet being massaged, and my toes sucked. Oh god, Jack, I think I might come just through this."

I smiled back, though my attention was really elsewhere. As she was twisting around, trying to escape the tickle of my tongue on her toes, while revelling in it, her legs were parting and closing. I could smell her. I could feel the heat coming her, and I could see every detail of her volcanic lips, which sometimes parted, letting me see the glorious pink opening between them, and the flow of sticky, translucent cum oozing along her gash.

Even had I not intended to work the same magic on her other leg, I would have had to have done, just to give me longer to look at the opening and closing of her beautiful vulva.

"Now fuck me, Jack, please. I can't bear it any more. Take my wifely virginity, Jack. Please."

I just smiled and grabbed both ankles, forcing her to turn over on to her front. Oh God, if her front had been delightful, her back was hardly any less so. I ran my hands up her legs and over her smooth, rounded butt.

I used all my will-power to make myself keep my hands moving up her back to her shoulders. I massaged her shoulders, and up the side of her neck, teasing her ears and hair again, before bending and kissing the back of her neck, then gliding my hands back to her ass.

As I pulled back, I saw my cock had left a snail trail of pre-cum on one of her globes, and I rubbed it in, as I grabbed one in each hand, kneading them, pulling them open so that I could see the brown ring of her anal sphincter in between. A thrill went through me, as I realised that only minutes earlier, my cock had been up inside what looked like an impossibly tight opening, and I realised how intense the feelings must have been as it was stretched wide.

I just couldn't resist it. I bent over, and planted a kiss right on her asshole, then started licking around it. Diane knew as well as me, of course, that things had now changed, and she pushed her butt up towards me, bending her knees, and opening here legs wider.

I enjoyed the taste and feel of her asshole, but the scent from her cunt was intoxicating me, and I let my tongue slide down into her slit. Then I pushed it into her vagina.

"God, Jack, is that your cock? It feels so big; please be gentle with your virgin wife."

That decided me. I'd half thought of fucking her from behind, but I knew now I wanted to watch her face as I entered her body. I pulled away, pulling her over into the classical missionary position.

"I love you, Jack. Now I need you inside me."

Her look and voice said she'd stopped the pretence, and what happened next was for real. I also felt her hand move between her legs, and pull herself open, ready to receive me.

"I love you too, Diane. I'm so proud to have you as my wife, darling," I said, moving to kiss her tenderly, as I touched my cock against her pussy, encountering no resistance as I slipped inside her slippery, open hole.

I started slowly, taking my time on each stroke to enter her completely, before pulling out so only the tip of my cock was inside her, then sliding right into her again. I used one hand to massage one of her tits, and with the other I cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into my kiss, my tongue mimicking the movement of my cock in her cunt.

Gradually, I increased my pace. Diane lifted her legs, clasping them around me, pulling me even deeper into her. She felt so warm, so tight, so wet around my cock, and I could hear the noises of her cum clinging to my dick as I pulled out of her, and soft, queefing noises as I pushed back in, which just added to the intimacy of the moment.

I could feel from the pressure in the part of me inside her, that I was getting close, that soon my balls would be ejecting my sperm deep inside Diane's vagina, each one with a mission to find and fertilize her egg. I pulled back, wanting to watch her face, trying to get us to come together, but wanting to watch her expression as she came, as I delivered my load in her cunt.

I speeded up my thrusts, watching her eyes start to glaze over, and her hips start to jerk around as she rocketed towards her climax. Then we both lost it together, coming as one, clinging to each other as we twisted around, my seed jetting into her vagina.

"I love you, Jack. I've never been made love to like that, ever," Diane said, "What I really love about you, is that you can join in with my fantasies, then you can make love to me like this.

"I love you, too Diane, and that helps me to understand why you agreed to marry a geek like me, when you could have had so many more elegant and fashionable men.
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We drove back to LA the following morning, only to discover the complications we realised were going to have to deal with. My business was in Stanford, while Diane lived in LA: not far apart, but far enough to mean that we were going to be living apart for part of the week.

I had to go straight back to work, having already been away for several days, but at least I managed to put the time to good personal use. We'd been working on image morphing technology, the sort of thing that's used for 'deep fake' images, where one person's face can be almost undetectably swapped for someone else's.

I'd managed to take a few pictures of Diane naked, and I took a few selfies of myself. I found a set of images illustrating all, well tens anyway, of sexual positions, and I converted them to being me and Diane. Then I sent them to Diane, saying I wanted to fuck her in every single one of them as soon as I got back to her.

We worked through them over the next two months, though increasingly Diane's preference was to fantasize about people she'd flirted with at work, not just the old team who had come to the wedding, but some new ones, and even some of the customers, both men and women.

The strange thing was that I was quite happy to have to spend time away from Diane, not because I was falling out of love with her, not at all, but having gone from almost celibate to fucking several times a day, I was finding it was taking it out of me. We hadn't planned anything, but I was starting to get a bit nervous about whether I could keep up with her if we lived together all the time, especially as her appetite seemed to be increasing. Not just increasing, but her fantasies about fucking other people seemed to be getting more frequent and extreme.

Still, I didn't regret marrying her for an instant, and I loved the look and feel of her body as much as I ever did. I'd pretty much forgotten that it was my birthday the next week, when I was due back from a spell back in Stanford, but to my surprise, Diane had not.

"It's your birthday when you come back next, isn't it, Jack? I've been thinking about arranging a surprise present for you. Would you like that? Yes? Well, you'll need to come at exactly the right time. I'll message you in a day or two. It will be really important that you don't arrive early or late, even if you have to hang around in the lobby. OK?"

It seemed a bit odd, but I guess I'd got used to Diane's creative and sometimes outlandish ideas, so I agreed. I flew back north the next day, and immersed myself again in my IT world, which to me at least, was exciting, as we'd discovered a new potential security hole in one of our big client's systems, and had to work out how to fix it. The day before my birthday, when I was due back in LA, I got a message from Diane, along with a typically hardcore photo of her, naked, holding herself open, telling me I needed to be at her apartment at precisely 6pm.

My flight got in a bit earlier, so I hung around at LAX for a while, before getting a cab to the apartment building, where I had to stay talking to the security guy for a while. I guess I imagined it was going to be some sort of surprise party, not really something I would enjoy, but the guy gave nothing away when I asked if a lot of other people would be in Diane's place.

A couple of minutes before six, I took the elevator up to the apartment, then waited until the exact time to open the door, and let myself in. Shit, I was taken aback when there were no hordes of people setting off party poppers and singing 'Happy Birthday'. However, I could hear some faint sounds inside the apartment, and I followed them to the main bedroom.

They didn't sound like birthday noises at all; quite the opposite. The bedroom door was open, and I walked to it, my feet making no noise on the deep-pile carpet. I could never, in a million years have imagined the sight that greeted me.

Diane was naked, riding a man whose face I couldn't see, reverse cowgirl-style, a position I recognised, and I knew to be one of her favourites. Our eyes met, as she saw me in the doorway, then she spoke.

"Fuck me harder. Shoot your spunk all over me."

I probably should have rushed in an pulled her off the guy, but I was so shocked that I just couldn't move or speak. It was as if I was mesmerised by the sight of Diane's naked body, her tits bouncing as she worked herself up and down, and the guy's cock stretching and disappearing inside her cunt.

Everything seemed to be in suspended animation, as Diane increased the speed of her pumping, then she lifted herself up and grabbed the cock from inside her. I could see her cum sparkling on it, as she bent forward, and rope after rope of spunk hit her face and tits, some dripping back down on the guy's legs.

"Happy birthday," she mouthed at me.

Oh God, my mind was in utter turmoil. I was shocked, absolutely gutted that she had let someone else fuck her on my birthday, yet part of me was still turned on by the picture that was etched into my brain of another man's cock up inside her cunt.

Sure, I knew she'd fucked other men - and women for that matter - at least all those who'd been at our wedding, but to fucking cheat on me like this! Suddenly my brain kicked into action. I knew I didn't dare go inside the room, as part of me just wanted to kill her for hurting me this way, nor did I want to know who it was that had fucked her.

I just turned and ran out, not stopping until I was a couple of blocks away on the street. I called an Uber, and took the next flight home, angrier and more upset than I had ever been before, maybe even than when I was told about my parents' car crash all those years ago. I kept telling myself that I should have known I'd never be able to keep a beautiful woman like Diane, no matter how much I loved her, and she said she loved me.

The next few days were total torment. I spent all day replaying that scene, which just reinforced my hurt and anger. Diane sent me emails and texts, and kept trying to call me, but I blocked her number, and ignored her. I looked online to find out about divorce, but having discovered just how expensive lawyers are, I decided that Diane could fucking pay for it. She owed me that much, at least.

The trouble was, the nights were a different sort of torment, ending with me jacking off to the image of Diane's cunt being invaded by another man's cock, and then his white cum landing all over her face and body. The image wasn't just in my brain, because one of the pictures she'd texted to me must have been taken immediately after I fled, but there was a whole series of others, some just her pleading face, but many reminding me of the attractions of her naked body.

In the end, I gave in, or course, as perhaps I always knew I would, and I sent her a message saying I would meet up with her again, but only to agree how we would handle the divorce. When I entered the apartment building a couple of days later, it brought back all of the confusion and turmoil in my brain. I hated her, loved her and desired her all at the same time.

I half expected her to answer the door naked, hoping to seduce me back, when I pressed the bell, rather than using the key I still had in my pocket. She wasn't, but that wasn't what shocked me most. She was dressed in a loose-fitting grey jogging suit, something I'd never seen her wear before. She was wearing no make-up, her hair was a mess, and her eyes showed red against the pale skin of her face. It seemed she was no longer my beautiful Diane, but an unattractive, frumpish lump.

"Oh, Jack, darling, thank you for coming. I didn't think you were ever going to," she said, flinging her arms around me, and bursting into tears.

"I've just come to get you to agree to paying for the divorce, and admitting you were the one at fault," I said, my voice cracking, as I pushed her inside, and closed the apartment door behind me. Bad enough to be going through this, without everyone else in the block seeing me.

"Please, Jack. Please," she wailed, falling to her knees in front of me, her hands grabbing my vest. "It wasn't the way you think."

"I could hardly mistake you getting fucked by someone else, in what I'd thought was our bedroom, could I, you cheating bitch?"

"But Jack, I wasn't cheating. Remember how I arranged it for you to arrive at a specific time? Why would I have done that if I was trying to cheat on you?"

"What, you deliberately set out to hurt and humiliate me, on my birthday as well? I thought I knew you, Diane, but you're just a fucking cheating cunt, and I never want to have anything more to do with you."

"But Jack, we both enjoyed fantasizing about other people fucking me, didn't we? And when I agreed to marry you, you accepted that I'd keep flirting with other people. I just thought you'd like to actually see it, and then to fuck me with another man's spunk over me, the way we'd imagined. You're right, though, it's my fucking cunt that's the problem, but I never meant to cheat on you. I love you, Jack, and I still want to be with you for the rest of my life. I beg you, Jack, please forgive me and come back to me."

God, I still felt hurt and bruised, but somehow seeing her weeping, on her knees her hands hitting her legs, then reaching out to me was getting to me, as if her tears were damping down the burning anger inside of me, though I still kept pushing her arms away.

"I agreed to flirting, Diane, but you didn't ask me to agree to accepting you fucking other people, did you? I thought you loved me."

"Please, Jack. I do love you. I want a family with you. But my fucking cunt just finds it impossible to be satisfied with just one person using it. I'm sorry, Jack. I know it's wrong. I know I should be different, but I need sex with other people, men and women. It doesn't mean I don't want you, or enjoy you as much. But it was just driving me crazy not having a new cock in me, or eating out a new pussy, since we got married. I thought our imaginations would be enough, but they weren't."

She broke into another wave of sobbing and crying, her head pressed down on the floor in front of me, her body rocking backwards and forwards.

"Please, Jack, please say you still want me ... I know you do ... I saw the bulge in your pants when you were stood in the bedroom door ... please, Jack."

My mind was now full of conflicting thoughts again, stopping me thinking straight. I knew what she said was true, and that contradiction was what caused me most suffering, because I did want her, and love her still.

"Come on, Jack," she said, sitting back on her heels, "you liked seeing me flirt, and you enjoyed our little fantasies, so don't tell me that you weren't at least a bit excited when you saw him in me?"

Oh God, now she wasn't just smiling at me. While she was brushing away her tears with one hand, the other was fumbling with the zipper of my pants. Like one of my computer programs being asked to do two conflicting things at once, my brain seemed to just freeze.

"Look, Jack, your cock seems to have forgiven me, even if the rest of you hasn't."

Fuck it, she was right. As soon as she released my cock from the constraint of my boxers, it sprang out towards her.

"Look Jack, look at my tits. Remember the delights you've had playing with them? Then remember them covered in another man's cum. Tell me, if you can, that you don't lust after them anymore. My plan was that you'd fuck me, licking his spunk off my tits and face at the same time."

As she spoke, she'd pulled the tracksuit top over her head, revealing her gorgeous breasts, free of any sort of covering.

"God, Diane, why the fuck would you think I'd want to swallow someone else's cum?"

"Would you rather you'd seen me suck him off like this, then, Jack?"

Her words were matched by her actions, as she put my cock in her mouth, then forced her head forwards, until I felt her chin against my balls, and my tip hard against the back of her throat. I could feel and hear her struggling not to gag, while she held me in her, blocking her breathing for so long I started to worry, and tried to push her head away.

"God, Diane, are you telling me you sucked him off before you let him fuck you?" I said, looking down at her, saliva drooling down from her open mouth.

"Well, Jack, I had to find something to fill in the time between leaving work, and you arriving, didn't I? I decided that I wanted to look at you, and for you to see me wishing you a happy birthday, and I couldn't have done that with his cock down my throat, could I? Anyway, I thought you'd like it better if you could see him in my cunt, darling."

As she said this, she stood up, and while she held my cock with one hand still, she pulled down her tracksuit bottom, letting it fall around her ankles. Then she grabbed one of my hands, and pulled it over to her pussy.

I really didn't want to touch her, but it seemed my arm was controlled by the same part of my brain that was keeping my cock stiff. I felt my fingers push into the warm, wet channel between her legs, then further, until two were deep inside her vagina. My brain was yelling at me, telling me to pull out, because the last thing up there had been the other guy's cock, when Diane herself reminded me.

"There, darling, doesn't it feel just as good inside me? You may not be able to feel anything different, but I bet you're getting a thrill out of knowing you saw another man's dick inside me, aren't you?"

I was frozen, unsure what to do, as the logical part of my brain told me that I should take my hand out of her, and tell her that I wanted to divorce the cheating whore still, but everything else was just burning with desire for her. Her face may have looked pale and haggard, but her tits, her shapely hips and ass, and most of all her pussy were even better than I remembered. Not only that, but she'd managed to get my clothes mostly off me, and her hand was now stroking my cock, the way she knew I loved it.

"Come on, Jack, you know you want to fuck me, don't you? You want to ram your cock up me, right where you saw the other one going in and out of me. I want you so badly, Jack, please forgive me, and fuck the ass off of me, the way I wanted you to on your birthday."

Diane was pulling me towards the bedroom, and while I wanted to resist, I found myself stepping out of my pants and boxers, and letting her lead me along.

"Who was he, Diane, and how did you persuade him to fuck you if he knew he'd be caught?"

"Don't be silly, Jack, I didn't tell him that bit. He was a new security guard, and I'd seen him undressing me with his eyes when I came in. I asked him to come upstairs to check out the alarm system on the door, and while he was doing that, I stripped off in the bedroom, and walked back to him naked. His cock was pushing out the front of his pants so hard, that I just had to unzip him to give him some relief, darling, didn't I?"

"And what did he do, Diane?"

"To start with, he grabbed my tits, just like this darling," she said, pulling my hands towards her breasts.

It felt as is an electric shock had shot up both arms. My palms touched against her gorgeous nipples, and I gently dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her torpedo-like tits. I guess at that point I knew I was lost. However much I could try to keep my anger and hate alive, I knew that my lust and love for her were going to win out.

"Then I dropped to my knees, pulling his pants down as I went. His cock was so stiff, and throbbed against my face until I took it in my mouth like this."

I looked down at my wife, as she forced my cock down her throat, just the way she had the security guy's, and it was as if a wave of jealousy and a wave of lust met head on, exploding like an atomic bomb inside me. I grabbed her head, not so much to force myself in her any further, but to steady myself, as the tsunami of emotions ran its course. As it weakened, it was lust that won out.

Of course, other men wanted to fuck her, and I started to feel proud that even though she let them, she still wanted me. What I needed to do, was to give her an experience that was at least equal, if not better, and the tingling pressure building in my cock gave me confidence I could.

"Did you swallow his spunk, Diane? Did it taste as good as mine? Oh God, you're going to find out any minute ..."

"No, Jack," she said, pushing me away, "I want you to come inside me, the way I'd planned for your birthday, even though he did come in my mouth, and I struggled to swallow it down fast enough."

"Surely, he couldn't have fucked you straight away, though, darling?"

"No, Jack, but I did a sort of lap dance for him, just to get him hard again, but you don't need that, do you?"

"Show me, though, Diane. I want the same experience as you gave him."

"Alright, but don't you dare come, Jack."

She pushed me back to sit on the bed, then pulled over one of the small chairs. Then she started to twist and turn her body around, not really dancing, but moving more sinuously and smoothly, emphasising different parts of her body.

She leaned forward on the chair, letting her tits hang down, then she shook them, moving closer, shaking them just inches from my face. Then she went back to the chair, and raised one leg up onto the back of it, exposing her pussy so that I could see every inch of her slit, with its protruding lips, sparking with her cum.

She lifted her leg higher, holding her ankle, which pulled her lips apart, so I could see the brilliant pink inside of her gash. Then she somehow managed to swivel around, putting both hands and feet on the floor, her ass pointed right at me.

She jiggled her beautiful butt, her asshole exposed and vulnerable, and she inched back towards me, until it was so close to my face that the scent of her cunt seemed overpowering. Then she moved her hands back to pull herself open.

I could see every tiny detail of her vulva: her dark lips, less obviously wrinkled as she pulled on them; her half-inch clit, standing proud like a pale mountain against the salmon-pink plain at the front, becoming a more vibrant pink towards the opening of her hole. And that hole itself was pulled wide open, with tiny threads of white goo hanging across it, like a broken spider's web on a frosty morning. I could see her pink peehole at the front of a wider circle of pink flesh, darkening the deeper into her I could see.

"Do you like my cunt? My husband does," she said, teasing me, making my cock tingle and jerk.

Oh God, that other guy must have seen as much detail of Diane's cunt as I had, just as close up, just as fragrant. I wanted to shove my dick right in her, and no wonder the security guy had done exactly that, given such an invitation.

"What about my other two holes, though? Do you like my ass better than my mouth?", she asked, opening her mouth wide, and jiggling her tits to draw the guy's attention down from her vagina.

"He chose your cunt?"

"I didn't really give him a choice, darling. Once I saw that you would be arriving soon, and his dick was hard again, I pushed him back on the bed, and straddled over him, guiding him up into me. Like this."

Diane pushed me back, and lowered herself over me, reverse cowgirl, and started pumping herself up and down, just the way I'd watched her do from the doorway, that time with the security guy's shaft up inside her.

"Can you imagine, darling, what he must have been feeling as he watched his cock slide up inside me, stretching my lips open?"​