When Words Wander

Date: 12.09.2007

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If the dad wants some sort of physical custody and isn't equally guilty of cheating, drinking, or abuse, our county courts will generally give him at least half. That also helps keep both parents physically close. Things can turn ugly when one parent moves to a different state.
The doubts and suspicions that were surfacing only seemed to add friction to our relationship and increased my feelings of guilt, so the normal effort to be close in our relationship didn"t seem to be improving. Over the next week at work, my thoughts were interrupted often by memories of the two wild nights of sex in our hotel rooms, but I tried to push all recollection of that aside and out of my mind, and when I was at home so Jerry he and I both worked harder on our relationship. Maybe that says a lot, marriage was getting to be more and more like "hard work".

I tried to avoid Brian because I was so uncertain about my ability to resist him if he came onto me; then I started to wonder why he hadn"t, and eventually I couldn"t stop hoping he would. "Let"s go to lunch." He said, late in the week as he approached me from behind in the hallway. He took hold of my arm and then spoke the words close to my ear so I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. I shivered under his touch while my nipples sprang to life.

His words weren"t a suggestion, or a command; they were a reference to a state of being, something factual, and something that was going to happen and I knew a lot more than lunch would take place as well. My pulse raced and my flesh shivered as we walked out together to his SUV. As we drove out of the city, he looked at my legs, not at me, and I remembered his fantasy about being invisible. I knew I was supposed to undress and started without being told to. The first thing I did was pull my skirt up so I could take off my panties. I dropped those in his lap as if they were a deposit on me, and then proceeded to take off every stitch of clothing I had on.

Everything went into the back seat, out of sight, out of mind. With me already naked he pulled off the freeway into a deserted rest stop, then he moved his seat all the way back and reclined it. His pants were already open and he pushed them and his underwear down to free his lust-hardened cock. The raging purple monster I remembered stood straight up looking like it was already to shoot cum. I moved over it and licked at the head, shiny from his pre-cum, then I opened my mouth as wide as possible to slide it over the angry end.

He was too large to take much inside my mouth but I did my best as I moved up and down to make him cum. When he started to rise up to meet my strokes I started to back away, but he held himself in my mouth and forced as much of his meat into my throat as possible until I felt him jerk and shoot a large load of sperm into the back of my throat. I choked on the fluid that ran into my tummy and coughed as I struggled for breath. My alarm dissipated as I pulled back and pleasantly thought how this nasty fluid wasn"t too bad after all.

I had already become desperate to feel his prick slamming into me again before he even took my arm, so I scrambled to climb on top of him since his meat was still hard. I slid the shiny head of his organ up and down my slit to make it slippery and then settled my weight on top of him and let his rigid pole fill me up. Shit, how I had wanted this, I thought as I moved up and down the slick shaft in a steady, needy pace to make him fill me up again. As we became wild with lust, the car rocked wildly and we fucked hard for a good five minutes until I could read the signs of his approaching climax. I had become a wild woman as I tried my best to fuck him to death, until he pumped jet after jet of potent cum deep inside my womb.

As we both cooled down and I lifted the long way off of him I said, "Shit Brian, we can"t go on like this. We"re going to get busted and screw everything up big time."

"I know." He said. "But I just couldn"t help it. I can"t get you out of my mind. You"re so absolutely wild to fuck, I couldn"t resist any longer."

"You and your fucking cock are the only things I"ve been able to think about the last two days." I said.

"Why has it been only the last two days?" Brian asked in a light and satisfied mood.

"Because I"m trying to work things out with Jerry and get on a better footing at home. But it seems like he"s getting more up-tight every day." I said. "I don"t know if suspects something, he asks a lot of questions. It"s just getting hard for either of us to approach the other."

Brian became more serious as he tried to show concern, and suggested that Jerry might feel like my work life was competing against our personal life. The same thing had happened with his wife a couple of years earlier. His work world in general had become her biggest competition. She had no involvement in it at all, and he couldn"t make things improve until he brought her more into his work circle.

He asked if we were planning to attend the company picnic on Saturday. I told him we had talked about it but hadn"t made up our mind for sure. He was positive that we needed to come, and furthermore we should try to somehow get together there or share a ride to it at least. After all, the site was almost 40 miles away, so car-pooling was practical. And with him working things out with his wife and knowing what I was going through he thought the time spent together in the drive would help us all get more in sync. Spending some time together might make us all feel more comfortable, take the edge off so to speak. I was uncertain as we dressed and drove back to work, but he was determined.

On Saturday morning he called and talked to Jerry. Jerry was still non-committal, but Brian said he would be by to pick us both up at 2:30, and that fun and good food were guaranteed. When he arrived, Jerry had been working on his Saturday to do list slowly thinking maybe he would get out of the picnic with so many things left to do. Brian wouldn"t hear of it though, and I begged him to freshen up so we could go. Reluctantly Jerry finally agreed and uncertainly left the room to take a quick shower.

That"s when Brian was all over me, or I should say under my dress. He pulled my panties down and off and had me already under his sexual spell when Jerry came back into the upper hallway to ask me a question. I was leaning against the archway jamb so it wasn"t hard to lean into the lower hallway so I could see and talk with Jerry. I must have closed my eyes in lust as Brian thrust three wiggling fingers into me from behind. That may have raised the alarm, but as I walked around the house later thinking about what had happened next, I saw that Jerry would have had a clear view of what Brian was doing through the mirrored back of the curio cabinet that was slightly behind where we were.

Jerry was able to see the reflection of my naked open pussy and Brian"s busy fingers buried deep inside it. He almost killed Brian as he threw him form the house, and told me that I would be sleeping at the Fairfield Inn that night, before he left the house in a quiet, angry rage. I"ve actually been at the Fairfield for almost a week now. Jerry refuses to talk to me for more than one or two sentences at a time. He has already mentioned divorce three times and when I tell him this was a one-time mistake and the only time it has ever happened, he refuses to listen.

Jerry knows that what he saw had to have a deep history, but I really don"t know how much he knows and how much he suspects. I know that things haven"t been smooth between us for over a year, but I still don"t want to loose him. I know I"ve been foolish, and selfish, and I know that many of the readers on this site have already written me off as a cheating slut that has violated every vow of love and fidelity that bound us together in marriage. You"re not calling me anything I haven"t already called myself.

I have no excuse, I have no explanation, and I probably don"t deserve another chance. To be honest, right now I also lack confidence in myself and in my ability to control my urges and passion, and I don"t want to hurt Jerry, but I would do anything I could to have the chance to make it all right again. Believe it or not, I am humble and repentant and willing to pay any price required so I can feel good about myself again. I"m terribly afraid, that might not be good enough however, and I don"t know if Jerry will ever really talk to me again.
All day long I was suspicious and my mind raced with possible scenarios of what might be happening. That night I called her room at about 9:00pm. There was a two hour delay in time zones so it would be 11:00 on her end; certainly the time she should be snuggled into her bed for a full night's rest. She answered after several rings, but seemed a little out of breath, as though she had to race to the phone. When she explained she was drying her hair off, that seemed reasonable, but then I could also hear other noise in the background, noises that made it sound like she wasn't alone.

She explained that the TV was on, and that's what I could hear. The sounds included music so she could have been telling the truth, but when I asked her to turn it down, she ignored me. I could hear a male voice, and her ability to concentrate on our conversation was certainly being effected by something, or by someone. The rhythm of her speaking was broken like she was still drying her hair vigorously after too many minutes, then almost in desperation she said someone from room service of all people at that hour was at her door and that she would have to call me back later.

I didn't want her to hang up, I thought something was going on and I wanted to find out more. I heard loud clatter of plastic objects colliding and then a thud...but the phone was not hung up. I could still hear sounds, voices, even wailing or possibly impassioned moaning.