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Contradictions
by MikeMac (ren_and_mike@hotmail.com)
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A man returns home from a trip to a new awareness of
life's possibilities. (MF, nc, rp, alcohol)
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At a fairly early age I realized that my personality
and character are composed of many contradictions. I
suppose that's true for most people, but that they
force themselves to suppress certain instincts or urges
in the furtherance of other more socially acceptable
behaviors. I agree that one can't have everything and
that some impulses and desires need to be frustrated if
one chooses to avoid being ostracized or imprisoned.
I also realized that, for me, satisfaction came in
minimizing the number of compromises that I had to
make. I guess it helps that I am not particularly
burdened by religious, moral or social scruples. Minor
thefts, deceptions and exploitations never caused me
any particular concern, as long as I didn't feel that I
was putting my wellbeing in jeopardy. But it wasn't
really until I was thirty years old that I began to act
in ways that reflected more my inner life. At that
point I had been married for eight years and had two
children, a son, David who was four, and Melanie, age
seven.
My wife Deborah was the same age as I, and we had
married immediately after graduation from college. I
worked as a technology consultant and traveled about
twice a month to clients in different parts of the
state. I was earning a good salary and we now owned a
fairly nice house in a suburb of a major East Coast
city. All of which is a preamble to the night I came
home a day early from a business trip.
No, I didn't catch my wife in bed with a stranger. What
happened was that she wasn't home at all. That
surprised me. I walked in the front door and couldn't
find her anywhere. I was alarmed and searched the
house. The kids were asleep in their rooms, but Deborah
was nowhere to be found. I made a drink, sat down and
tried to collect my thoughts. I dialed her cell number
and after about seven rings she answered in a sweet
pleasant somewhat alcoholic voice. "Hi honey, how's
your trip?" Ok, now I knew something strange was going
on and decided to be noncommittal until I figured out
what it was.
I said I was fine and had just finished dinner and was
back in my hotel room and wanted to call before going
to bed. She responded that it was sweet of me to call
and that she had just been thinking about me and
looking forward to my return home the next day. I
played along and told her that I too missed her and
that I hoped we would have a sweet romantic time when I
arrived the next day. I then asked about the kids and
she said that they were sleeping peacefully and that
she was watching television and having a glass of wine
before going to sleep.
Obviously something was going on and I was not going to
tip my hand until I got to the bottom of it. I told her
to kiss the kids for me and that I would see her the
next night and that I loved her. She responded that she
loved me and had been excited all weekend with erotic
fantasies of our lovemaking together. I said to hold
those fantasies and I would make them a reality when I
returned. She said I love you, Jack. See you tomorrow.
Of course, my wife was lying and engaged in some kind
of deception since I was sitting in our living room and
she wasn't there. I went upstairs and into our bedroom.
The bed was unmade. I did notice a pill bottle by the
bedside. On examination I saw that it was a bottle of
sleeping pills. On a chair in the corner were her
jeans, underwear and blouse, and on her dresser were an
assortment of makeup products that had been used and
not put away. Obviously she had gone out.
Suddenly it began to make sense. The sleeping pills,
the delay in answering the phone and the clothes and
makeup. Deborah had put the kids to bed early and had
given them a sleeping pill to insure that they didn't
awaken, and then she quite clearly had gone out. I'm
guessing that when her cell phone rang and she saw that
it was me she sprinted for a quiet spot to answer and
pretend that she was at home.
I went up and checked on the kids. David was sound
asleep, as was Melanie. I lingered at Melanie's bedside
and called her name. She didn't respond. I shook her
and again no response. I pulled the covers back and
took a minute to admire her sweet little form. In
recent years I barely got to see her body and missed
the sight of her girlish proportions and smooth skin. I
raised her nightgown and looked at her naked pussy. It
was so smooth and delicate. I leaned forward and placed
a gentle kiss between her legs.
I knew I shouldn't linger because Deborah might have
been taken off guard by my call and decided to return
and I surely didn't want to be there upon her arrival
especially while fondling my young daughter. I exited
the house after making sure there was no sign of my
return. I drove to the airport and rented a car and
returned to the street and parked about a half block
away. Since there were no lights on in the house and it
had only been a half hour I assumed that she hadn't yet
returned. I waited three hours until a car pulled up
almost next to my rental car. I slouched down.
It looked like she didn't want the driver to stop in
front of our house. I could tell that there were three
others in the car in addition to Deborah. I could make
out two men and a woman. I could see her leaning over
to kiss each one goodbye, and none of them seemed in a
hurry to leave. After ten minutes she exited from the
back seat and the car pulled away. As I watched she
staggered down the street toward our house. Her hair
was mussed, and her clothing askew. It seems that my
dear wife had been having quite a lot of fun on her
own.
I drove to a nearby motel, got a room and then went out
for a drink. After absorbing the initial shock I found
myself to be exhilarated by the experience. Life had
been teetering on the edge of boredom and now it was
anything but. I wanted to learn what was going on and
use it to my advantage. I was getting excited by the
thought of my wife having this secret life and even
going so far as to dose our kids with sleeping pills so
that she could indulge whatever pleasure she had been
engaging in.
As I was drinking and thinking I watched a man at the
bar putting the moves on a fairly attractive and
intoxicated young woman. She was receptive and didn't
seem to mind his hand on her leg. By closing time we
were the only customers in the bar. I was about twenty
feet behind them as they walked to the parking lot at
the rear of the bar. I lingered in a dark corner as
they made out while leaning against a car. He had her
dress up around her waist and was fingering her as they
kissed. I could see her grapple with his crotch and
then pull his cock out. He urged her to her knees and
she took his cock in her mouth.
It didn't take long before he came and pulled out. He
began walking toward another car as she started calling
to her. He ignored her and as he got into his car and
drove away. She yelled at him that he was a selfish
bastard. She leaned against her car and cried. I came
up behind her and covered her mouth with my hand.
Although she struggled, she was pretty confused by the
situation and made some slurred noise. I hoisted her
dress and reached between her legs. I could feel very
soggy panties and tore them off. I unzipped while
holding her with one arm, stooped down and entered her
from behind. She was so wet that I entered without
resistance.
I fucked her slowly and whispered in her ear that she
was beautiful and that the other guy was a fool to have
left her without enjoying her wonderful body. Slowly
she began to respond to my fucking and was soon
pressing back against me. She soon came and ceased
pressing back. I whispered some more nonsense in her
ear and she was soon pressing back against me once
more. I began fucking her more deeply and passionately.
We came together, and for the second time in 15 minutes
I ejaculated inside her. I told her that if she kept
her eyes closed tightly I wouldn't hurt her. She agreed
and I turned her around facing me. She didn't look too
bad. I kissed her softly and in a couple of minutes she
began to kiss me back. The combination of her alcoholic
breath and the acrid residue from the cock that had
shot off in her mouth were strangely exciting. I warned
her again that if she opened her eyes I would hurt her.
She whispered that she wouldn't. I held the cheeks of
her ass in my palms and moved against her softly.
I sank to my knees and pressed my face into her crotch.
The taste and textures of sweat, sexual excretions and
my own cum flooded my mouth and senses. I licked and
sucked her to several loud orgasms. I raised up and
kissed her again. We embraced. She whispered that if I
wanted she would suck me. I said that I did and she
quickly knelt down and took my cock in her mouth. She
took my cock deep inside her mouth and the pleasure was
so nice.
I felt her hands around my ass and then her hand slide
inside my shorts. She touched my asshole and stroked.
In a minute she pulled her hand back and wet it in her
pussy and then slid a finger into my asshole. The
combination of the warmth of her mouth and the massage
of my prostate drove me over the edge. I flooded her
mouth and she swallowed. I told her to keep her eyes
closed and describe what I was doing as I opened her
purse.
I found her wallet and told her that I was copying down
her address and phone number and email. I warned her
that if she called the police and reported the event
that I would kill her. I then said that if she didn't
do so I would probably rape her again. She nodded and I
kissed her goodbye. I ran around the corner and into
the rental across the street. In a minute her car
pulled out of the lot and she drove off. This was the
first time that I'd ever raped anyone, and it was
pretty damn nice.
To be continued?
Feedback appreciated
ren_and_mike@hotmail.com
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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