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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Thursday, June 6th, 2013 – Veronica Beckam – South Hill, WA

I trembled with nerves and excitement as I stood in the Buy Best’s electronic section. I couldn’t believe what was happening. People were having sex. I should be shocked, but as Mark, the man standing naked before me, had said, it was perfectly okay.

A line of men queued to fuck a young, blonde employee of the store bent over a desk while a second woman was fucked by her husband next to the blonde. Mark had just fucked the wife, his cock still shiny with her juices. Now he surveyed the crowd I stood in.

My pussy itched. This was so hot.

“You two blondes, the Middle-Eastern girl, and you with the big tits, come forward,” he commanded. His words were so powerful they reached into me and compelled me to obey. I was one of the two blondes, not a natural blonde, but that was my current hair color.

I pulled away from my husband Marshal and stepped forward, trembling as Mark examined our bodies. His gaze was hungry. His cock was still hard. He had just fucked two women, and he was able to keep going.

Did he want to fuck us next?

“Names?” he asked.

“Marcy,” purred a busty, tall girl with black hair.

“I’m Fatima,” the dusky, Middle-Eastern girl said with a blush. She wore a headscarf, a loose blouse, and a long skirt.

“I’m Veronica,” I said, bouncing on the balls of my feet as lust burned through me.

The other blonde was a rather busty woman. She was a natural. “I’m Ashley.” Her voice trembled with apprehension. I don’t know why she was scared. I was so horny.

“Ladies,” Mark said with a grin. “Pick a partner and start fucking.” He looked to the crowd behind us. “If they choose you, do what they want.”

I turned around and stared into the crowd. There was my husband, Marshal, but I was told to pick a partner. I didn’t have to pick him. Today was something special. This was a special place. I could fuck here and no one would care.

Even if the man wasn’t my husband.

I grabbed the nearest man out of the crowd, pulling him to me. I fumbled at his belt, my wedding ring glinting. Marshal stared dumbfounded. Had he expected me to choose him? I would have in any other place, but that wasn’t the point of today.

I pulled out the stranger’s cock and stroked his girth. It had been years since I touched another man’s dick. He throbbed in my hand. I trembled, my pussy clenching as the excitement built between my thighs.

I pointed to the floor. Words were not necessary between me and the stranger. We were here to fuck.

He fell to the ground. My eyes were locked on that dick. It was thick and hard, bouncing against his stomach. My married pussy clenched. I was eager to experience a new cock after years of marriage. My hands unsnapped my jean shorts’ fastener. I wiggled out of them and my blue panties.

The man’s eyes were locked on my neatly-trimmed, dark bush, betraying my true hair color. My pussy clenched. My juices leaked out. I groaned as the anticipation filled me. I straddled him, facing away, and sank down to his crotch.

I didn’t need to see the stranger’s face to enjoy his cock.

His cock rubbed against my wet pussy. I looked up as I ground on his dick. Marshal watched me, rubbing his hard cock. I didn’t have to leave him out. I grasped the stranger’s dick, guiding it to my pussy, and sank down.

“Yes,” I moaned, low and throaty.

His dick filled me. His hands grasped my hips as I sank down then rose. My pussy clenched on his shaft as my hips swiveled. It was wonderful. An amazing cock. I tossed back my head and slammed back down, riding him reverse cowgirl.

“I need your cock, Marshal,” I moaned to my husband.

Marshal didn’t say a word. He crossed the room and pulled out his cock. I opened wide and sucked on his girth. I moaned and swirled my tongue, engulfing as much of his dick as I could as I rode the stranger’s amazing dick faster and faster.

“Fuck, Veronica, what’s gotten into you?” my husband groaned as I sucked his cock.

I moaned about his dick but didn’t answer. I kept riding that wonderful cock. I had never experienced a dick as amazing as the stranger’s. I pleasured my husband, wanting to make him feel included, but the dick in my cunt held my attention.

My pussy clenched. I couldn’t believe how excited I was. I had barely ridden the dick and my orgasm swelled through me. I slammed up and down the stranger’s wonderful dick. My eyes squeezed shut. I forgot all about my husband’s cock in my mouth as the pleasure built.

I came hard on the best dick in the world.

My pussy spasmed. The pleasure washed through me. I bucked and shuddered on his amazing dick. I kept sliding up and down his shaft. I threw back my head, embracing every moment of his dick sliding in and out of my cunt.

I didn’t want to stop fucking him. I couldn’t stop fucking him. This was amazing.

My orgasms burst over and over through me. They kept rolling one after the other. They didn’t stop. They kept consuming me. They drove me wild with lust. When Marshal came in my mouth, I barely noticed.

All that mattered was the stranger’s dick.

* * *

Wednesday, June 19th, 2013

“Oh, Veronica!” Marshal, my husband, gasped as he pumped away at my pussy. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Yes, yes, I’m coming too!” I lied, squeezing my pussy down on his cock.

I let out a loud shriek, faking my orgasm. The bed creaked beneath us. My husband slammed his dick into me. I should have welcomed the hot blasts of his cum flooding into my pussy. I should have embraced it.

But all I wanted was for it to be over.

Marshal grunted. His body heaved on me as his dick pumped blast after blast of cum into my depths. My toes curled. My back arched. My tits rubbed into his chest. I gasped and pretended to shudder, digging my fingers into his back as I faked the hugest orgasm ever.

Marshal collapsed on me, breathing heavily. I used to love this moment, buzzing with my satisfaction, my husband’s seed filling me up, our bodies connected. Now I felt so hollow.

“Wow,” I panted, faking my exhaustion. My horniness gave me plenty of energy.

“That was great, sugar,” he groaned, kissing me on the lips.

“It was,” I lied again; I had become good at lying. “The best, Sir.”

Sir was my pet name for Marshal. His name sounded like a military rank, so when we were dating I would pretend to be his soldier and call him “Sir.” It made for some interesting experimentation in the bedroom, and even though five years of marriage had tamed our sex life, I had always found it satisfying.

Well, I found it satisfying until I fucked that stranger with his glorious cock during the “Buy Best Incident.” That was what the media dubbed the terrorist attack by Mark Glassner where he made an entire store full of strangers fuck each other. Memory of the stranger’s huge cock filling my snatch and driving my pussy to new plateaus of pleasure spilled into my mind, reminding me just how inadequate my husband’s cock had become.

My husband rolled off me and I sighed; I was so horny. Ever since we were caught in the orgy, I could not stop thinking about the stranger’s cock. I spent the entire orgy fucking him. Sometimes I would be sucking on my husband’s cock, or watching Marshal fuck another woman. But the stranger’s cock was in me the entire time, staying hard, stretching my pussy.

I felt so close to him. Intimate. It shattered what I had with my husband.

Now Marshal’s cock wasn’t satisfying me no matter what positions we tried, or how much foreplay we used. I burned with desire for the stranger’s dick. It filled every waking moment of my life. I needed to find that stranger. I needed to feel his shaft inside me once again.

I was a ball of frustration, and the slightest object could set me off. A banana, or any other phallic food really, would make me wet. Even sliding a key into a lock or plugging in an electrical cord into a socket sent shivers through me. Last time I vacuumed, I tried out the sucking attachment on my snatch, sticking it right on top of my clit.

I might have cum if Marshal didn’t interrupt me.

At any moment my cunt would get sopping wet, that desperate ache to cum would fill me, and only the stranger’s cock could really satisfy me. Nothing else worked. Two weeks and I hadn’t cum once.

I needed an earth-shattering cum soon or I would go mad.

I loved my husband dearly. I never thought I would cheat on him, but the burning ache in my loins would not go away. There was no way I could sleep without some satisfaction—I felt like I would explode. I wanted to scream to the world.

Marshal was already asleep, snoring softly, so I opened my nightstand drawer quietly, and pulled out my new vibrator, slipping off to the bathroom. I knew it wouldn’t make me cum, but I had to try. I would go mad if I didn’t try.

Sex with my husband had become so hard. Each time it became clearer that he would never make me cum again. Now sex had become a chore, something I had to do to keep my husband from realizing anything was wrong.

That I wanted to cheat on him with the stranger.

I sat down on the toilet and spread my thighs. My dark bush was sticky with my juices, and Marshal’s cum leaked out. My clit was so hard. I groaned. My body trembled. I stared at the pink vibrator.

“Please, please make me cum,” I begged.

I twisted the base. The vibrator hummed to life. I leaned back and closed my eyes as I lowered the toy to my dildo. I rubbed it on my clit. Magic shuddered through me. I let out a groan as I rubbed the toy up and down my folds.

Then I shoved it into me and closed my eyes, picturing the perfect cock. I remembered how it felt filling up my pussy, stretching me to the breaking point. I remembered riding the man, his brown, watery eyes staring up at me. He was an ugly man, with a squat face.

But his cock…

“God, I needed it badly,” I moaned as I caressed my pussy with the toy.

My toes curled as I teased myself. The pleasure built like it always did, giving me hope that this time I would cum. I took a deep breath and slipped the toy inside of me. The plastic buzzed away, churning my insides.

“Yes,” I panted.

I quivered on the toilet seat. The vibrator was thicker than my husband’s dick. I bought it last week, hoping the girth would help with my obsession. At the very least I hoped I could get an orgasm out of it.

I hadn’t even gotten that much.

I pumped the vibrator in and out of my pussy, my hand working the humming toy faster and faster. It caressed my insides as it stretched me out. My body shuddered as the pleasure rippled through my body. I moaned through clenched teeth, the toilet creaking and the porcelain lid rattling.

I needed to cum. I needed the stranger’s dick in me.

I pretended he was in me, fucking me hard, pounding me with that wonderful, virile force he used during the Buy Best orgy. I remembered being on my hands and knees, my tits swinging, while he pounded me hard from behind. I had cum so hard on that cock.

So hard.

“Yes, yes, fuck me,” I moaned. “I’ll be your whore. I’ll be anything you want, just make me cum. I need it so badly.”

My orgasm built. I shuddered, fucking the dildo faster and faster in and out of my dripping hole. I was so desperate for the cum. I had to cum. I clenched my eyes shut, picturing the cock as I reamed my self. I needed to cum.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Make me cum. Keep fucking me and make me cum.”

My body trembled. The moment crested in me. I trembled in anticipation of that wonderful climax. I kept grinding the vibrator in and out of my pussy. My cunt drank in every inch of the toy, savoring the pleasure.

I just needed a little more.

And then my orgasm retreated away. I was so close, but it slipped from me. The vibrator wasn’t him. I gasped and shuddered. I worked it so hard in an out of me. My wrist burned. My pussy clenched. Frustration spilled through me.

“No, no, no,” I cursed as I lost it. My orgasm slipped away. “Fuck.”

Damn Mark Glassner and damn the authorities for letting the monster roam free. Mark was in the news more and more. He robbed banks and then the FBI said he was innocent. And now last night, the news broke about Mark corrupting the police. That was why he was free.

That bastard bribed the FBI and the SWAT officers with sex.

Mark seemed untouchable. All I wanted was to go back to the way things were before I walked into that Buy Best. Back when I was happy with my marriage, satisfied with my husband’s cock.

“It’s not fucking fair!” I moaned. “Why did you have to unleash your fucking mind control gas on me?” Tears beaded my eyes. “I just want to cum.”

I leaned over and buried my face into my hands and sobbed. It was not fair. I cried and cried until I was too tired to do anything else. I stumbled out of the bathroom. I stared at my husband and wished he was the stranger instead.

It wasn’t fair that he could still cum and I was denied it. That only I had been damaged by the Buy Best Incident.

I crawled into bed and yanked the covers over my body. I stared at the wall, my body a ball of frustrated lust, and tried to sleep.

It was a long time coming.

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Thursday, June 20th, 2013

Morning arrived far too soon.

My eyes were fuzzy and my mind barely functioned as I stumbled through the morning routine. I started the coffee make while Marshal took his shower, then I took my shower while Marshal cooked breakfast. He was a far better cook than I ever was, and secure enough in his masculinity to not care about that. I loved him for it.

Why couldn’t I also lust after Marshal?

Two weeks today had passed since the Buy Best Incident. A few of the victims had organized a support group, and the first meeting was tonight at the Eagles Lodge in downtown Puyallup. I was excited to go.

I hoped the stranger would be there.

If he showed up, I knew I would cheat on my husband. I needed to feel that cock inside me. The thought stayed with me as I ate breakfast my husband cooked and chatted with him about our day, including going to the support meeting.

I should feel guilty, but I was just too horny.

At work, I could think of nothing but the stranger’s dick. I dropped a pen into my pen-cup and my pussy got wet. I poured cream into my coffee and licked my lips, eager to taste his jizz. I popped a quarter into the vending machine’s coin slot and pictured his cock pushing into my tight slot. I spent my lunch in the women’s bathroom with my vibrator.

I didn’t cum.

Finally exhaustion outweighed lust, and I fell asleep on my desk around two o’clock. That got me chewed out by my boss. The asshole didn’t bother to tell me I had a post-it note stuck to my cheek until a coworker ripped it off. I was mortified. I had walked around the office for thirty minutes without even realizing it.

This had to end. I had to fuck the stranger again for my sanity’s sake. I only hoped my marriage could be salvaged afterwards.

When I returned home, I showered right away, applied my makeup—a little more than I would wear to work—and found a cute dress. Not too fancy, but a navy-blue wrap-around that showed off my cleavage. I checked myself in the mirror. My bleached-blonde hair fell in a mass of loose curls about my shoulders, the red-highlights making my hair pop. My lips were cherry red, and very kissable, and my deep brown eyes would make any man weak in the knees.

“You look gorgeous, Veronica,” Marshal said. He wolf whistled.

I had trouble looking him in the eyes. I dressed up for my nameless lover, not my husband. But the itch in my pussy drowned out my guilt.

On the drive over, my husband kept glancing at my thighs. The skirt had ridden up and Marshal was a leg man. Normally, I loved it when my husband lusted after me, but it was a different man I desired tonight.

We arrived at the Eagle’s Lodge in downtown Puyallup, found a place to park, and walked inside. A cute, bubbly blonde stood at the front door. She wore a tight halter-top that left her midriff bare and a pair of very tight blue-jeans. I noticed my husband’s eyes roam her inviting figure. Well, I could hardly be jealous since I was planning on doing far more than looking tonight.

Standing next to the girl was a pimply faced young man in a dress shirt and slacks. The girl was vaguely familiar. I think she was the Buy Best employee bent over the Geek Squad counter that all the guys fucked. The guy handed me a business card, while the girl handed one to my husband.

Divine Escorts – The prettiest girls to keep you satisfied.

Kevin Mattock (253) 555-6812

Director of Customer Service, Owner

Jessie Smith (253) 555-7343

Premier Escort, Owner

“The same satisfaction I gave you,” Jessie, the blonde, giggled when she handed the card to my husband. He flushed and looked guilty. My husband must have been one of the many guys that fucked her during the orgy.

“Don’t need this,” Marshal said then made sure I noticed him throwing away the card.

Maybe he should have the card. Then he could cheat on me.

The group met in a hall at the back of the lodge, a faded, orange carpet covered the floor, and ugly wood paneling adorned the walls. Chairs had been set up in rows facing a podium with a small microphone on a bendy, metal arm. A small table with punch and chips sat in the corner. We weren’t the first to arrive. A Muslim girl, modestly dressed with a colorful headscarf hiding her hair, pointedly avoided looking at a brunette. The brunette tried to talk to the Muslim girl, but was ignored.

As seven o’clock drew near, more people arrived. I wasn’t even the most over-dressed. One blonde with huge tits wore a black party dress that she was almost falling out of. She chatted with a few guys in the corner. They all drooled over her like a pack of dogs. The other woman wore a slinky red dress. Like me she had bleached-blonde hair. A rather fit-looking man escorted her. The woman kissed her escort, and then walked off and started flirting outrageously with a black guy. The fit man just grinned as he watched her.

“Is that your wife?” I asked him.

He nodded. “Yeah.” He held out his hand. “I’m Bill, and that’s Erin.” I remember them now. Mark had fucked Erin after he fucked Jessie, forcing Bill to watch.

“She’s, um, very friendly,” Marshal added.

Bill grinned, “You have no idea.”

I didn’t hear what was said next because the stranger walked in. My pussy instantly became drenched at the sight of my obsession. I must have soaked through my panties. I ignored his squat, ugly face as my eyes fixed on his crotch. His cock was in there, trapped beneath his pants and underwear. I needed to go to him, kneel, and worship his glorious dick with my mouth.

Then with my snatch.

I was about to walk to him when Marshal nudged me and snapped out of my daze. “Let’s sit down, hun.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, my cheeks burning with lust. The cock was here. I just had to figure out a way to get it.

“You okay, Veronica?”

“Yeah, just thirsty.”

“Be right back.” He kissed me on the cheek. What a sweet husband I had. The guilt rose up; the lust battered it down.

Marshal returned with punch. It was too sweet but cold and helped to cool the desire burning inside me. A man named Oscar started the meeting. He was the manager of the Buy Best, and he began by telling his story. It was like one of those AA meetings, confessing what we did to the only people that could understand how unnaturally we all acted that day.

I was too focused on staring at him to pay much attention.

Next, Jessie Smith spoke. It really was just a pitch for her “escort” business. She was followed by a brunette named Lucy McKay, who gave a passionate speech about how special to her a certain Muslim girl was, how she felt this connection with her as they made love during the orgy. She didn’t get to finish; the Muslim girl fled the room and the brunette followed after.

I hardly cared. I tried not to stare. But the stranger was so close. My pussy burned for his cock.

My obsession stood up and headed to the back. Bathroom break?

Without him in the room, I became aware of my surroundings. My husband listened to Marcy speaking rapt attention. When I realized that a nasty thought formed in my mind. This was my chance. I had to seize it. I knew my husband could zone in with laser focus on a movie or show. He might not notice that I was missing for a while.

I bit my lip. My pussy ached to feel that cock again.

I stood and walked to the men’s room. On the way, part of me protested, throwing up memories of the last seven years. How Marshal and I met in college. How sweet and romantic he was, especially the time he drove twelve hours straight to San Francisco when I broke my leg attending a business conference. Our five wonderful years of marriage.

But the damned itch in my pussy drowned out all of that. My obsession’s cock was the only thing that mattered to me any longer.

I reached for the men’s room door, but it swung open before I could grab it. My breath caught. The stranger stood before me. His watery eyes lit up when he saw me. My passions exploded. I threw my arms around his neck. Our lips met in a kiss. He stiffened in surprise, then relaxed and groaned. I pushed him through the bathroom door, attacking him, pouncing on him like a hunting cat on her prey.

I needed that cock in me so bad. My marriage did not matter.

Lust gripped me. Kissing him, I pulled him by the belt loops into the middle of the three stalls. We didn’t say any words. None were needed. That wonderful connection we had forged during the orgy gripped us both.

I bent over the toilet, resting my elbows on the tank, and wiggled my ass at him. He needed no encouragement and ripped up my skirt. I wore a pair of see-through, black panties. I gasped as he pulled them down roughly, the fabric bunching around my knees.

He exposed my pussy. A hot tremble rushed through me. I clenched my cunt, eager to be filled.

The bathroom door banged open and a woman laughed. “I need you to fuck me, stud.”

I let out an annoyed hissed as my obsession froze.

“What about your husband, Erin?” a guy asked.

“I want to fuck you, not him,” Erin moaned. “In here.”

The pair entered the last stall, kissing and moaning. I turned back and looked at my obsession, at his hard cock sticking out. I didn’t care that another couple were having sex right beside us. My obsession could fuck me in the center of the room for all I cared. We had already fucked each other before others.

My pussy needed to be filled.

“Stick it in,” I hissed. “I need it so bad!”

He rubbed his cock on my wet pussy, the anticipation killing me. He brushed my clit and then nudged through my folds. I trembled as he kept fumbling around back there, his breath wheezing. My cunt dripped with juices. Was he shy? We had already fucked with an audience.

“Please God, just fuck me already!”

The head of his cock found my wet hole and pushed in. I let out a low groan as his dick was in me again. And then bathroom door banged opened and another man and woman stumbled in kissing and moaning.

He froze, his dick barely in me. I needed to be fucked.

“Seriously,” I whispered and gave a hiss of frustration. “Fuck me.”

The new couple entered the first stall. The woman moaned like a banshee as the man pounded away at her cunt. I wished my obsession would fuck me hard like that. Marshal would never have frozen in this situation. He once fucked me in the bathroom at a Seahawk’s game, not caring that the restroom was full of guys.

Well, if my obsession wouldn’t fuck me, I’d take care of business. I shoved my hips back and drove his cock into me. It was long, hard, filling me up.

And it was such a huge disappointment.

His cock sliding into me was like Christmas morning and opening grandma’s present. I tore open the wrapping paper, fumbling with far too much tape, only to find a pair of socks. Not any of the pretty clothes I asked for, but a pair of ugly, badly knitted socks.

This cock was what I’ve been obsessing over? This average dick?

He may have been a little longer than my husband, a tiniest bit wider, but not much bigger. The vibrator I bought was bigger. How could this satiate me? Why was I obsessed with this cock? I had its equal if not its better at home with my husband.

The guy finally fucked me, moving his hips, pumping his cock in and out of my cunt. And it was all right. My pussy tingled with pleasure, but there was no explosion of rapture bursting through me. It was about the same as my husband pumping away in me last night.

Now my husband knew how to fuck me. He knew how to hit the spots that made me purr. The stranger just pounded away, not caring about my pleasure, and grunting like a pig every time he bottomed out in me.

If Marshal couldn’t make me cum, how could this guy?

“God, this is a mistake.” The words shuddered through me.

I cheated on my husband, and I wasn’t even enjoying it. In the stalls on either side of us, the women sounded like they were having the greatest sex of their lives. Both moaned like banshees. My excitement melted away. This was so wrong.

I shouldn’t be doing this.

“Fuck me! Oh, fuck me hard! Mmm, your cock is filling me up, stud!” Erin screamed. “I’m going to explode! Oh fuck, harder! Yes, yes, yes! I’m coming. I’m coming, Bill! I’m coming in the last stall!”

I wish I could cum like that, but my obsession wasn’t hitting any of the right spots inside me. I slipped my finger down to frig my clit. Rubbing my little button would be the only way I was cumming.

My obsession froze when the bathroom door crashed open. God, please don’t stop fucking me. I just wanted him to finish so I could forget about the entire incident, go back to my husband, and pretend this never happened.

“Where the fuck is my wife?” a man roared.

“Oh, shit!” Erin exclaimed very loudly. Too loudly. “My husband’s crazy! He nearly killed the last guy he caught me with!”

“What?” the guy fucking Erin gasped. There was the sound of pants pulling up, a belt being buckled. The stall door opened and the guy fucking Erin made a panicked run for it. He crashed through the bathroom door and fled.

Erin laughed richly. “You scared the shit out of him, Bill. Now get in here and give me a good fucking!” A wet, squelching sound came from the stall and Erin let out a throaty moan. “That’s the cock I love. It makes me so hot when you’re all jealous, Bill!”

Why was I even letting the stranger fuck me? Why was I even obsessed with his cock?

In the first stall, the third couple’s flesh slapped together. The woman screamed out her bliss. “Cum in me, stud! Mmm, I can’t wait until my wife eats your cum out of my pussy!”

Was everyone at this meeting a sexual deviant? Did Mark Glassner transform us all into freaks? I didn’t feel horny any more. I felt dirty. I couldn’t do this any longer. I couldn’t cheat on Marshal. I had fucked up so badly.

I stood up, and the stranger’s cock popped out of my pussy. I pulled up my panties, eager to be out of here.

“What the hell?” the stranger demanded.

“This was a mistake.”

“Like hell it is, cunt! You get me all hot and bothered, then try and leave me with a case of blue balls! You fucking finish what you started, whore!”

He pushed me up against the stall hard, anger burning in his thighs.

“No, stop!” I cried out. The stranger’s hands grasped my thighs and pried them apart. “Someone, help me!”

There were four other people in the bathroom. Someone would help me. His hard cock rubbed up my thigh, sliding towards my pussy.

“Please stop!” I sobbed.

The stall door burst open and Marshal stood there, fury in his eyes. I had never seen him like that. Ever. He grabbed my obsession, my rapist, and hauled him out, throwing him hard against the sinks. My obsession struggled to keep his feet as my husband balled up his fist and slammed it into the guy’s face. He fell to the floor, and my husband kicked him in the balls.

Twice.

I sobbed as Marshal led me out of the bathroom and out a back door. The sun set and the air cooled as twilight neared. Marshal held me as I shook in his arms. I couldn’t believe he came and save me after I cheated on him.

“I…I…” The words spilled out of me. “Ever since the orgy, I was so horny for him. I was obsessed with fucking his cock again.” I looked up at my husband, telling him about my sleepless nights and my desperate horniness coupled with my frustrated attempts to cum. I felt so low, so terrible, for not telling my husband.

And then, trembling and fearing the worse, I confessed my true crime.

“I dressed up for him. I planned on cheating on you. I had to have his cock in me. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had to have it, even if it meant ruining our marriage. And…and…it was awful. I regretted it. I made the biggest mistake of my life, Marshal.”

I tried to pull away from my husband.

He held onto me and said, “Let’s go home.”

He wasn’t angry, disappointed, heartbroken. He wasn’t anything, just calm emptiness. Did he not care enough about me to even feel disgust? Did he hate me that much? A pit grew in my stomach. I nodded my head and followed him to the car, growing numb with disgust.

I was a terrible person.

Silence gripped the car on the drive home. Marshal said not a word and I was too scared to speak. My self-loathing swelled inside of me. I was such a terrible, ugly person. Marshal had every right to hate me. To despise me. I just wished he would say something. I wanted him to yell at me, to pour out his disgust upon me.

I wanted him to call me a cheating whore. To tell me how much I hurt him. How much he hated me.

When we pulled into our garage, I turned to my husband. “Please say something. Anything. Don’t ignore me. Hate me. Despise me. Let your anger out. I’m so sorry. I truly am. I’m such a terrible person. I couldn’t help myself. That’s how pathetic I was.”

He stroked my face and said two words: “Mark Glassner.”

I froze; it was all Mark Glassner’s fault. My husband was right. None of this would ever have happened if my brain and body didn’t get screwed up by that asshole. Relief sobbed out of me. Marshal wasn’t angry with me.

Marshal helped me out of the car, then he picked me up like I was his new bride. I trembled as he carried me into the house and up the stairs to our bedroom. He set me down on the bed. I stared up at him.

How could I be so lucky to have such a great, supporting husband? Why did I ever want to cheat on him? To hurt him?

Marshal kissed my lips hard. His hands slid down my dress to squeeze my breasts through the fabric. Then he slipped his hand inside my bodice. The rough callouses of his hands caressed my silky tit and hard nipple. I shuddered, savoring the delicious delight shuddering through me. My pussy grew hot, wet, itching to be filled by his cock.

Lust sirred in my loins. For the first time in two weeks, my husband made me horny. Why now?

Then it struck me—Marshal’s cock was almost as big as my obsession’s, and, unlike my would-be rapist, my husband knew how to use it. My perceptions had been skewed by the orgy. I had been caught up in the excitement of the kinky sex. When that asshole stuck his cock in me he fixed my perception.

Marshal reached behind my neck and untied the string that held my dress up. He exposed my round breasts to his hungry gaze. I squeezed them, my fingers digging into my mounds, and offered them to him.

“Sir, these are yours,” I moaned, rubbing my thighs together, my desire building.

Marshal sucked a hard nipple into his strong lips. The pleasure surged through my body to my itching pussy. I moaned and gasped, my cunt growing hotter and wetter. His tongue circled my nub, playing with it, teasing me, making me shudder with desire.

His hands squeezed my tips. His fingers found my other nipple. He rubbed and pinched. Jolts of bliss shot from my nipples to my pussy. My clit itched. I humped, rubbing my panty-covered pussy into his stomach.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, savoring his touch. I knew I would finally get my release.

Marshal loved my nipples. He licked and sucked. His teeth nipped. I gasped and bucked, my head throwing back every time. My pussy grew wetter. I trembled. My toes curled. I ran my fingers through his dark hair, loving his touch.

“I bet you’re soaking wet,” he growled.

“I am,” I shuddered. “For you. Sir, you excite me.”

Marshal kissed down my body. His hands pushed my dress off my hips as he nuzzled at my stomach. I gasped and squirmed as his whiskers rubbed on my sensitive skin. I undulated as he moved closer and closer to my black panties.

My husband ripped the black cloth down my thighs, exposing me. He ran his fingers through the soft down of brown hair that surrounded my pussy. Juices soaked my pussy. My snatch ached for his cock. I needed him inside me. I burned for it.

Marshal buried his face into my snatch. He licked and tongued me, teasing me, pleasing me. I gasped and shuddered. His mouth was wonderful, but it wasn’t what I needed. I didn’t need to be devoured. I needed to be fucked.

“Fuck me, Sir,” I gasped. “I need you inside me so badly! I’m so wet and horny. Just pound me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I humped and undulated. “I have never been more sure of anything than this.”

Marshal crawled up my body. My hand fumbled at his belt. I needed to free his cock. The zipper rasped. I reached in and pulled him out. His shaft was hard, the head a dark purple and leaking precum.

He kissed me with heat, my juices staining his lips. I guided his dick to my aching hole. The crown nudged my pussy lips, stirring excitement through my body. I slipped his down, my body trembling with anticipation.

And then he was inside me

“Yes!” The words burst from my lips as his cock filled me.

Marshal’s hazel eyes stared down into mine as he made love to me. Our bodies moved together, the pair savoring the thrust of his cock through my pussy. I shuddered and clenched my fingers into his shirt. Joy blossomed inside me. My husband loved me.

How could I have ever wanted to throw this feeling away?

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks as the pleasure rushed through me.

“Shh.” He kissed my tears, still thrusting and stirring my passion. His lips were so tender. So loving. “There’s nothing to forgive. We both had to struggle with what happened to us.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I went back to the Buy Best, the first week it reopened.” Emotion thickened. “I fucked that Jessie girl in the bathroom. She walked up to me and started flirting with me and…I couldn’t help myself. I remembered all the guys taking turns with her, and I wished I had stuck my dick in her, too. And then there she was, wearing a shirt that was two sizes too small, her nipples pointing right at me through it, blinding me to anything else like a pair of high beams. I was weak, helpless.

“Can you forgive me?”

I hugged my husband, wiped away his tear, and kissed him on the lips. My pussy clenched on his dick. I humped into his thrusts. I groaned when I broke the kiss and said, “There’s nothing to forgive, Sir.”

“Veronica,” he groaned.

Our slow pace vanished. Our bodies heaved together, both striving to give the other pleasure. His cock hit all the nice places inside me, and his every thrust brought me closer and closer to exploding. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him in harder, urging my husband to fuck me faster.

Flesh slapped against flesh. My clit ground into his pubic bone. Our bed creaked with the fervor of our passion. I held him tight, savoring his strength and weight on me. We kissed and gasped out our bliss. The pleasure swelled inside of me.

Every thrust of his cock brought me closer and closer to my release.

“You feel so silky,” he moaned in my ear. “I love you, Veronica!”

“Oh, yes, oh yes!” I gasped as my orgasm exploded through me.

A massive quake of pleasure leveled my thoughts as it rolled through my body. I bucked and heaved beneath him. My pussy spasmed about his dick as my body shook. It was so wonderful to cum with my husband atop me.

I finally had my earth-shattering release.

And he kept fucking me, triggering aftershocks. They shuddered through me. I clamped my thighs tight about him, holding on tight as I drank in every moment of his passion. My fingernails scraped across his shirt.

“I love you, Sir!”

“Veronica,” he grunted.

Marshal slammed his wonderful cock into me. Hot cum spurted inside me, warm and sticky. I smiled at the intimate delight. My husband’s seed filled me. Marshal thrust a final time, his cum flooding me, and then he collapsed on me.

I savored his weight pressed on top of me, solid and comforting while we kissed. He nuzzled my neck, and I fell asleep in my husband’s arms, content and satisfied.

I didn’t dream once about my obsession.

To be continued…

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