The Affair Continues! (Part 2)

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The Affair Continues! (Part 2)So were back to the future and its January of 2002. The affair continues! It had been four days since “S” and I consummated our relationship in the back seat of my car in that church parking lot. I spent the intervening days after work looking for a better place to park and have sex other than that church parking lot, but I was unable to. Not within close enough proximity to the gym. So after the aerobic kick boxing class I taught and “S” attended, she again showered and met me at my car and we drove back to that same spot for our second bout of adultery. We were both very turned on by each other. Keeping that from showing as I taught my class and chatted with her afterwards just added to the sexual energy we felt.Once we were again parked, tucked in behind the church in the dark parking lot, “S” curled up in the seat next to me, back against the passenger door. I brought the seat all the way back and smiled at “S” as I motioned for her to come to me. “S” put her hands up, as if to fend me away or to catch herself from falling, and said in that sexy Latin accented voice of hers. “Not so fast, last time everything happened way to fast, and I don’t even know you. I want to know more about you. I’ve been with the same man for s*******n years and this is all very scary and new to me, I have questions.” “OK”, I replied, “what do you want to know?” Over the next half hour or so “S” asked me the questions you might expect. Have I ever done this before? “No, I told you last time, I’ve been with “K” and only “K” for f******n years. “K” can’t say that as she had fucked a co-worker at a friend’s house after work while we were engaged to be married. She had confessed it to me two years into our marriage, and I didn’t really care. I forgave her and honestly didn’t feel even a twinge of jealousy. (I don’t get Jealous, not since Janet anyway. I can’t think of a single time since then that I’ve felt jealous.) Then she asked me about my best friend, one of the things I mentioned the last time we were together was that “K” wanted to fuck my best friend. She had fantasized about it for years, openly. After she got drunk one night and hit on him right in front of me four years ago. I prevented it, as he was also married and it was not something we had ever discussed. The next night, after he went home to his wife, I video recorded “K” as I fucked her from behind, facing the camera while she massaged her clit. I had her walk through the previous evening’s events. She had gaps in her memory, at one point asking me if she had fucked him, not remembering if she had or not. But she did remember hitting on him, hard. I filled in the gaps, “You went upstairs and changed into your white silk night shirt and a red silk robe, and nothing else. You sat on the couch next to him and turned to face him, your big tits almost spilling out of your nighty as you rubbed your hand on his thigh, up and over his cock. Telling him how you missed him and how good it was that he was here. He asked us, “What do you guys want?” I apologized for your behavior and put you to bed.” “K” was very embarrassed and disturbed by her drunken behavior, and very turned on as she was rubbing her clit and being slowly fucked as I video recorded our conversation and her reactions. We talked about it further as I fucked her, and she sucked and fucked me. Eventually she climaxed for my friend; I had her say his name as she did. That was the first time. As time went on it became a regular part of our love making/her sexual training. I would have her talk about it as she masturbated for me while I videotaped her. She’d be riding the dildo on her knees, or vibrating her clit with the wand or finger fucking herself and I’d ask her questions as she worked her pussy for me and the camera. “Do you want to fuck him?” (“Him” was usually my best friend, but I would sometimes have her climax thinking about someone else she admitted to having sexual attraction for, just to mix it up. 😉 She would always reply, “Yes”. “Do you want me to show him this video? And the answer would again always be, “Yes”. “Cum for him, that’s a good girl……..cum for him.” And she would climax saying his name as she convulsed in orgasm. And I would praise her as she came, “Good Girl!” And she would feel guilty and canlı bahis şirketleri very turned on after. She was my wife and she belonged to me, this was how she felt. She would always work extra hard to prove that to me after she came for another man. Sucking and fucking my brains out, climaxing for me over and over again until she couldn’t cum anymore. Then, and only then would I pump her pussy full of cum. “K” was a very well trained submissive.I truly loved my wife and sexually she was all I could have ever wanted. Her depression illness had made all of that kinky fun we used to have impossible for us to really enjoy. Most of the time “K” was an emotional hot mess that I had to try and take care of, we were going into a second year of it. That was why I decided to respond to “S” and that “vibe” she sent out that she wanted me. I needed to escape my wife’s illness. I considered all the possible consequences and decided. I was doing this, and here we are, adulterers. I felt free! And despite that I still loved “K”. I wanted my wife back; this person she had changed into was not my wife. I decided once she was herself again I would show my friend the very nastiest, arousing, sexy video I had made of “K” talking to him. We had taken videos of her looking right at the camera and asking him to fuck her. Giving me permission to show him the video, and she meant it! After fucking “S” it was only fair! Unfortunately our marriage fell apart before I could make it happen. It might have saved it if I had. But that wasn’t how things went.“S” was afraid if “K” fucked my friend, and I fucked her then she would be exposing herself to their body fluids by fucking me. I explained that she wasn’t able to even fuck me very well at the moment. And that I was always going to wear a condom when we had sex because I felt the same way about her and her husband. This eased her mind a lot.I also had questions about her. I didn’t even know her last name. She lied and gave me a false one (I learned latter). I asked about her husband and discovered why she liked kissing me so much. He had let his dental health slide and was missing a lot of teeth. She couldn’t kiss him anymore and it had been many years since she was able to. He was tall and skinny; I was short and very muscular. She liked my body and loved the way I kissed her. She had mentioned that she had an affair with a woman once. I asked about that. The lady was grieving the loss of her father and “S”, being a good friend condoling her, ended up in bed with her. I asked what that was like, being with another woman? She said it was nice. The girl could kiss and really knew how to work a pussy, having one herself. This story turned me on as you can imagine. The question and answer session had come to an end; we relocated to the back seat of my car.Being with “S” was amazing to me, after the many years of marriage to “K”. I was eager to see what my sexy mistress was capable of. And I was eager to show her what I was all about as well. After helping her remove her clothing, down to her white ankle length socks. I sat bare chested across from her, still hearing my gym shorts and socks. I leaned in and we kissed. I lightly tonged her mouth while fondling her smooth, obviously freshly shaved pussy with my right hand and lightly teased her nipples with my left. I asked her, “Do you feel guilty about being with me?” She said, “Yes, I do, a little.” I said, “I have a cure for that.” And pulling her over my lap, the curves of her bare white ass presented fully to me. “S” laughed and asked what I was doing? I said, “Well, if you feel guilty about something, you will feel better if you get punished for it, won’t you? I’m going to spank your bare ass.” This brought another giggle from “S”. “Really, you want to do that?” I replied, “Yes, I really do. Do you want me to?” She said “Yes!” I informed her I was going to spank her ass ten times on each cheek. I instructed her to count after each one, and if she didn’t, I’d just keep spanking her until she did. That way she could decide for herself how much punishment she felt she deserved for cheating on her husband. “After all, ten spanks on each cheek may not be enough to ease your conscience or alleviate your guilt.” “And if you miscount we will start all over canlı kaçak iddaa again. Do you understand the rules?” “S” replied, “Yes I do.” And the spanking began. I discovered a long time ago that I really enjoyed spanking a woman’s ass. I never used a strap or a switch. I found that to be too impersonal. I like the feeling of my hand making contact with their sexy bare ass cheeks. I loved the sound it made, that loud “CRACK!” as I struck. The ladies voice as she counted after each one, I enjoyed the pitch going up and up as each stinging ass spank magnified the burning sensation she felt from her ass. The heat that radiated off a bright red freshly spanked ass was delightful. I’d felt it myself on occasion. “K” and I played “Darts for Spanks.” A game we played often and I would win most of the time, but not always. 😉 On our first date when we consummated our adulterous relationship, I was fucking “S” very hard and as I felt her getting close I asked her who she belonged to? She responded, as she climaxed all over my cock as I fucked away. “YOU! I BELONG TO YOU!” She was about to find out what that meant. My hand came down hard on her right ass cheek, “Ouch! ONE!”, “S” may have considered not counting; the first hard ass spank cured her of that notion, if she had it. I then struck her left ass cheek, “Crack!”, “Two!” “I’m sorry “S”, that’s the first spank on your left ass cheek, that would be “One”; we’ll just start over shall we?” I spanked the right ass cheek a second time, “Crack!” “TWO!” Sorry “S”, we started over, remember, that would be “One”, let’s try again shall we? “Crack!” I hit the now bright red right ass cheek a third time. “ONE!”, then she got it right, counting as she was instructed until we reached ten on each ass cheek. The once snow white orbs now bright red and hot, very hot. I could feel the heat radiating on my bare chest and belly. (Between us, she would have miscounted no matter what. ;)I reached between her legs with my right hand and squeezed her now wet pussy and that fantastically large clit of hers between the labia. She moaned out and arched her red, freshly spanked ass back and up, pressing her pussy hard into my hand. I reached under and across her chest to squeeze her right nipple, mashing the left nipple into my fore arm. Letting her Right leg slip off of my lap, opening her pretty shaved pussy for me, I finger fucked her until she was very wet indeed, and then sat her still hot ass on the cold vinyl car seat. Her body shuddered as the hot met the cold and she let out a sexy little moan. I leaned in and kissed her mouth, she cupped my face in her hands and tried to drink me in as I removed my shorts and under ware. I then leaned back and away from her hungry mouth at which point “S” dove her head into my crotch and refilled it with my cock, the tip wet with my clear pre-cum. Spanking her bare ass then fingering her wet pussy had turned me on, big time! “S” really new how to suck a cock, I felt that at the end of our first date, and I had been looking forward to experiencing that talented mouth of hers again. I sat back in the car seat and stroked her long auburn hair as she licked and sucked my cock. She would take it all the way down so her nose was buried in my trimmed pubic hair, then back out to lick the head and shaft, swirling around the head then back down again. I could feel her teeth scratching down the shaft until the head of my cock touched the back of her throat; “S” had great control of her gag reflex. I let her face fuck me like this until I felt like I wanted to cum, then I pulled her up and attempted to lay her back to lick her pussy. She said no, that she didn’t want that tonight and instead climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs. I stopped her to put the rubber on and she slid herself onto my erect cock and started fucking me, hard. I guess “S” had also given some thought as to what she wanted to do to me this evening.As “S” fucked me I tormented her fist sized breasts. Squeezing her tits with my hands as I bit and sucked the nipples, hard, as she had encouraged me to do the last time we fucked. This brought lusty moans from my well spanked lady friend. I could still feel the heat coming off of her ass cheeks as she bounced up and down my shaft with her wet pussy. She canlı kaçak bahis eventually moaned out in orgasm and slumped onto my chest, breathing heavy into my neck.I gave “S” a minute or so to catch her breath before I lifted her off of me and turned her to face the passenger side door. I then slid my hard cock, still wet from her pussy, right into her ass. “UNHHHHH!” “S” moaned out as I sodomized her. “UH, UH, UH, UH!”, as I fucked that tight little asshole of hers. I asked, “Do you like that “S”? She gasped out “Yes, I do, but I want you in my pussy!” “OK” I said, pulling out of her ass which resulted in her moaning “UNHHH!” and slumping forward onto the car seat. I then replaced the condom with a fresh one and then grabbing her haunches, I pulled her pussy back and up to resume fucking her, the heat from her spanked ass warming my belly as I fucked away. “S” arched her back to offer me the deepest penetration possible, her hands braced against the car door and the back seat of the car. I fucked her hard like this for some time, “UH,UH,UH,UH!” as I worked her pussy. I eventually decided to cum, I had her bring her thighs together and lay flat on the car seat. Her long legs bent at the knees, I could feel her heels on my back as I continued to fuck her. Reaching around to play rough with her tits, squeezing and tormenting them, I breathed heavy and hot into her ear. “Who do you belong to “S”?” “YOU! I BELNONG TO YOU! AHHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH!” she replied as she climaxed. “That’s my good girl! I’m cumming! AHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH, AHHHHH!”We cleaned up and redressed ourselves then returned to the gym where I again disposed of the used condoms in the outside trash can. And we both returned to our homes and spouses.The next time we met I asked her to drive and meet me in the church parking lot. I felt being seen getting into my car at the gym was unwise. She parked across from me and seemed to skip over to my driver’s side window. Wearing her short white winter coat and tight blue jeans, she leaned into my open window and gave me a passionate kiss on the mouth and with that sexy accented voice of hers she said, “I know you can’t love me, but I hope it’s OK for me to love you, because I do!” “Is that OK?” I gave it a moment to consider, and decided. “Yes, that’s OK, as long as you understand I’m not leaving my wife. I think it would kill her.” She said, “No, I understand, it’s OK. I just want you to know I love you!” And she kissed me again, then scampered into the rear passenger side door and waited for me to join her in the back seat. That evening I introduced her to nipple clamps. The hard ones my wife could never tolerate. “S” seemed to enjoy them just fine as I fucked her brains out, having her hold the chain in her mouth while I fucked away. The bouncing breasts being stopped short each thrust by the clamps tugging on her nipples, “S” straining to keep the chain in her mouth, and her mouth as close to her tits as her neck would allow, reducing the tug on the firmly clamped nipples, and avoiding the spanking I promised if she dropped the chain, which she eventually did. 😉 I also brought some anal lube and spent some time fucking that tight little asshole of hers, right after I spanked her ass bright red. This time the second spank was supposed to be “Two”, “you know what comes after one right? We’ll just start over shall we?” “Crack!” ;)That was the last time we hooked up in a parking lot. I was getting nervous some police officer would happen upon us. Not cool, so we started renting motel rooms after that. And since she said she, “loved me and belonged to me.” I decided to capture her image with my digital camera. She was at first very uncomfortable with it. But after I took the first few pictures, she became very turned on. Because now she really was mine, I had captured her image and she was now mine. Every naughty picture I took, cementing that reality. Making an undeniable, permanent record of what we did. That’s what it felt like to me and based on the way she responded that evening. That’s how it felt to her as well.She belonged to me now.Addendum: This concludes part 2 of “The Affair”. Not a fabrication, but the memories I have of these events as clearly as I can remember them and in as much explicit detail as I can describe them. For the enjoyment of like minded adults, and for the telling of my story, I hope you enjoyed it. There is much more to cum!Heatseekerxxx The 13th Warrior: “A man might be thought wealthy if someone were to draw the story of his deeds, that he might be remembered.”

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