HER AFFAIR
by OpticPro

      Christina and I had recently got together again after a
separation of about four or five months. That came about in the
first place because she'd been unfaithful, but that's another story.
She had told me that there hadn't been anyone else during the
separation, but I noticed that she seemed to have learned some new
tricks in bed, and was suddenly keen on oral sex for the first time.
This, together with some of the things which she said made me start
wondering whether she'd been truthful in her claims of fidelity
whilst we were apart. I thought I noticed that her fanny was bigger
than it had been, but I wasn't at all sure whether this was not just
a symptom of my growing paranoia. Certainly, when she asked me
whether she was "tight enough" for me one night, it did nothing to
allay my suspicions.

      Inevitably, I confronted her with my scepticism. I couldn't
help it in the end. After beating around the bush for a while she
realised that she couldn't evade the issue for ever. She admitted
that she had been seeing Richard, the twenty year old younger
brother of our next door neighbour. I maintained my reasonable
facade for long enough to elicit that this had been going on for the
whole of the separation, and a while before, and that he had been in
the habit of spending nights in my house. Specifically, he had been
spending them in my bed with my wife. Of course I exploded
eventually, and a huge row followed. There was name calling,
shouting, cup throwing and crying before it subsided into
reconciliation and mutual declarations of love and forgiveness. She
had assured me that the whole thing was meaningless to her, and
promised never to repeat it. In turn, I accepted her apologies and
said that we would put it behind us. After all, we'd moved away from
the area and we'd never see the bloke again. Having dealt with the
anger and recriminations, (at least for the time being), I found
myself dwelling on the details . I tried to put it out of my mind,
but I could not. In fact, I found myself imagining exactly what had
gone on at every spare moment. We'd agreed not to go on about it
endlessly and I managed not to, but I could not supress the
increasingly vivid pictures in my mind.

      That night, as we made love, all I could think of was him on
top of her in my bed. I kept returning to the bitter sweet
acceptance that he had been pushing his dick inside my lovely wife,
exactly as I was doing now. His hands had been all over her as mine
were, in her most intimate places, and she had felt his erection
inside her as she felt mine now. She must be comparing me with him,
and comparing his dick with mine. I'm ashamed that none of this
diminished my own excitement. In fact, it made  my dick so hard that
it hurt and I found myself thrusting into her like an animal.
"You've got a very hard cock for me tonight" she said accusingly.
Her tone was one of triumphant illumination, because she obviously
knew what was turning me on, and made it clear without saying so.
"Don't you like it?" I asked. " You know I love big hard dicks".

    ........"Dicks!"   I snapped back, emphasising the "s" at the
end of the word. She made reassuring noises, but I couldn't stop
myself. I asked her how big his dick was, and persisted till she
answered. Ordinarily, she would have lied to placate me, but she was
appreciating the new order as much as me . I was shagging her hard ,
and she was pulling me in with her legs wrapped round my waist and
fingernails digging into my buttocks. She kept saying, "fuck me
harder" over and over again in what I can only say was a defiant and
stinging tone of voice. I asked her again, and she said " A bit
bigger than you actually" .......  adding as an afterthought, "..but
it doesn't matter". It was the afterthought didn't matter. My cock
detonated. I shot so much semen into her and with such power , that
I could feel it splashing back onto my swollen knob. As I pulled out
I continued to go off  , firing hot streaks all over her white body
then streams of white spunk onto her ginger fanny. She bent down and
grabbed me by the balls with one hand whilst she wrung the shaft of
my cock with the other. One final shower of sperm burst upwards onto
her chin.

      In the following few weeks, our conversations were drawn time
and again to the subject of her infidelity. I was filled with an
indecent obsession about the whole thing, and my feelings on the
matter swung through a wide orbit. That's a good word, actually,
because at times I did practically go into orbit about it. I was
jealous to a point where I replaced the bed and took the one which
he'd fucked her on into the garden where I burned it on a huge
bonfire with all the bedclothes and the sofa over which I'd by now
learned that he took her from behind. I considered doing him serious
harm at various times. It's just as well that my anguish was
mitigated and gradually being replaced by the sweet torment which
overtook me at bedtime. Although she deserved it, I can understand
that she was getting pissed off with my bitterness and tantrums. It
must have been obvious that the same subject which enflamed in me
indignation during the days, enflamed excitement at night.

Gradually, she began to use this to her advantage. She refused to
tell me anything more about her affair, accusing me of being a
pervert who was turned on by the whole thing. At the same time, she
would make subtle references to it in bed and entice me to pry
further. Then she would drip feed me with information and watch the
effects. She was working towards a stage where I'd have to be up
front about my feelings, and I knew that she'd manage it in the end.
After all, her accusations were quite true if I'm honest and, by now
I was consumed with a curious masochistic attitude to her adultery.
She read me like a book and was ,little by little, taking control of
things. Each time I would ask about Richard in bed she would take it
further. At first, she was content with an admission that it turned
me on, but things got more extreme from there on. She would tell me
more and more intimate details about the sex she had with him and
offer, for example, to show me a new way she'd "learned" to suck a
man's dick. Actually this was more like having her mouth fucked. It
involved her lying with her head back over the side of the bed while
I stood next to it and put my dick in her mouth. And when I fucked
her from behind, she would say things like, "That's beautiful. It
doesn't hurt when you do it!!!" I passed the point of no return one
night when she asked if the thought of her being fucked by Richard
turned me on. I said that it did, and she wanted to see me wank
about it! I wasn't keen at first, but she said that she'd tell me
all about what she'd done with him and how big his dick really was
if I did it. I'm ashamed that I went along with it in the fervour of
the moment. In fairness, she gave me my "money's worth" and
described what and how they had done in vivid detail, where they had
done it and how she felt about it.

      "Did I say that his dick was a bit bigger than yours? Well,
actually, it was quite a bit bigger." "How much bigger?" " Well, put
it this way, I could put both my hands around it at the same time.
Getting on for twice as big really." "But you said it didn't
matter." "Did I say that? We say lots of things, don't we? But I
thought you wanted to know. Shall I stop?"  I shook my head. "Well
then. Do what you said or I will. It seems to want it." She pointed
at my erection, and I moved toward her with it. "NO!" she ordered.
"You're not going to fuck me. Not yet anyway. You're going to stand
there and wank off in front of me. You're going to show me what a
fucking little pervert you are, and after that we'd better have
heard the last of your grievances on the matter or I'll go back and
get fucked properly by Richard or someone on a permanent basis. Is
that clear to you, you cunt?"

      Did she call me a cunt? Speaking to me anything like that
would normally have resulted very quickly in sitting outside the
door on a pile of her clothes and waiting for a taxi. A curious
receptivity to her ascendant posture was transfusing itself  through
me now though, and her unwholesome declaration excited rather than
angered me, as did the spiteful tone of voice and the penetrating
contempt in her ferocious green eyes. If there was a single moment
in which I was subdued, this was it. "In future, if you think you're
getting upset about that sort of thing go and have another wank
about it and get it out of your system. In the mean time get your
hand off your dick until I say so." At the same time I realised that
I was actually wanking as she spoke, and that I had obeyed when she
told me to stop. My cock stood up to attention and felt as if it
wanted to burst, though, and I knew that I was enjoying the fact
that she was in total control. " I should make you  phone Richard
and thank him for satisfying your wife , but I don't want to wake
him up at this time of night. So in the mean time you can just
apologise for being a nuisance about it and thank me for having the
sense to go and get fucked by a real man instead of a pervert." I
did as I was told!

      "Allright then. Let me see you pull yourself off.  Slowly, and
stop when I tell you. I don't know whether I'll let you come or not
yet." She slowly walked around me in circles as I stood there in the
bedroom pulling myself off. "It's funny how men's dicks are so
different, isn't it? I was amazed when I saw Richard's the first
time. I never thought he'd be able to get it inside me, but he'd
made my fanny so wet when he was fingering me on the sofa that I
didn't care if he split me open! Oh, by the way, all this isn't
upsetting you, is it? I'll stop if  it is. Just say the word,
although I expect you'd have stopped wanking  by now if you minded,
wouldn't  you? And you haven't. Have you?" She frowned down at the
hard dick in my hand. "It's not  just  the size of a man's dick
though, you know. Some dicks are nicer than others. Not just big,
but nice to touch and hold. Richard's is like that. That's why he
never had to persuade me to put it in my mouth, it felt just as good
there as it did anywhere else. So good, in fact, that I didn't want
him to take it out when he came. Of course, he insisted on pulling
it out before he came sometimes, because he was keen not to get me
pregnant, but that depended entirely where he'd put it in of course,
and there wasn't much danger of getting me pregnant through my mouth
was there? Actually, I was very responsible about that because I
usually swallowed it as a sort of contraceptive precaution." "Having
fun?" she asked, still circling as I stood there pumping my cock . I
nodded, and she suddenly clouted me very hard on the arse with her
hand. "Well, slow down. I don't know whether to let you come yet. In
the absence of anyone else I might want you to shag me. Would you
like that? I do like a big hard cock, and yours is certainly hard,
isn't it?" She squeezed the end very hard. "On the other hand, I do
want to see you standing there playing with yourself like a
schoolboy until you shoot off for me. It's so difficult to decide.
If Richard was here I wouldn't have this problem, would I? I mean,
he can actually do it more than once in a day. In any case, I
wouldn't need you to do anything much. He could fuck me and you
could stand there and wank about it. You'd soon be finished and you
could go and polish his shoes or something while we had full length
sex. Full length, she repeated.... you can take that either way. So
could I actually" That was about all I was taking. I grabbed her and
threw her physically onto the bed! As I landed on top of her I
grabbed a handful of her red hair and her mouth and legs opened wide
at the same time. My cock entered her without guidance or delay, not
least because her soaking fanny gave away just how much she'd been
enjoying this game herself. "You bitch!" She smiled artfully and
pushed her groin into mine. "Fuck me then", she said, "Give me what
I deserve for being a whore".

      I wrenched her buttocks apart with my hands and rammed into
her with my cock. "That's it, dick me! Give me fucking good dicking,
you bastard!" I fucked her like I never had before, "Open your
fucking slut legs wide and take my cock" I ordered as I pushed her
knees up to her shoulders to penetrate further. "I'm going to stick
my cock in your mouth from the inside. You're a dirty bitch and I'm
going to fuck you like the bitch you are." I could feel her coming
already. I started to pull it out, and she fought to keep me in by
wrapping her legs around me. She was trembling and breathing in
short gasps and I knew that she wanted me to spray her insides as
she came. I ripped the grip of her legs aways and pulled out,
kneeling over her and tormenting her by rubbing her clit with the
end of my cock. "Do you want it back in?" "Say please then"

      "PLEASE!" "Beg me!" "I beg you! Come on, spunk me now. Please
spunk me!" I shoved my cock back into her and shagged her harder and
faster as she whispered, "That's it! Spunk me now. Spunk me ...spunk
me...spunk me!" She kept repeating as we both ascended into a
historic orgasm. Strangley, as we lay there afterwards in each
other's arms, there was a feeling of  closeness. As I held her the
cruel dominatrix melted back into the girl I'd loved, and she
whispered, " You know I was only saying those things, don't you?
It's you I'm with, not Richard , and that's because I love you." I
nodded and fell off into a deep sleep. As I did she nudged me and
said, "And just in case you don't know, Richard will have to learn a
lot before he can fuck anyone like you can". " I know that,
darling", I murmured softly as her head sunk to the pillow. And just
to prove it, I added, "And  I think, on balance, that you're  even
better in bed than your sister is."

