The Thankful End

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True story, as per my recollection of it. I know- I did a LOT of things wrong and unhealthy and such. But this is what happened, not a fantasy version of it. I left some details out on purpose as this is not intended to read like a sob story.

 

My had long been falling apart for multiple reasons. We tried a threesome as a last ditch attempt to save it, though at this point we had not officially broken up. The threesome was really mild, I found it kinky to lie in bed next to my husband as he fucked another woman, the woman did not care for my attention the few times I attempted- but the reality that I didn't actually care about my husband hit me hard that day as well, as I began forming plans in my mind to hopefully get him to hook up with her, so he wouldn't be so sad when I left. 

 

I had talked about splitting before, but he never wanted to. In a vague way we talked about the possibility of me helping him find another woman and then bailing, which he seemed to be less against. Repeatedly I tried to get him to hook up with other girls, its kind of funny now. He did get frustrated, amusingly enough, that I wasn't trying as hard as he was to find him a new girlfriend. Its all so twisted and sick, yet also amusing to look back on. 

 

I became frustrated at how much more difficult it was to find him a partner, than it would have been to find myself one. I told him that I was going to find a guy to sleep with. He was angry, because I was suppose to find him a girl first. We argued- I pointed out he already had a girl, he pointed out that I had her to so it didn't count lol. Such stupid arguments. Either way, I went on to find a partner. 

 

I met him on another fetish site, he knew I was just looking to experience some BDSM. I barely chatted with him before driving out to his house, honestly. Years of longing had left me impatient when I finally made the decision to cheat on my husband- with his knowledge but definitely not his consent, yikes.

 

So, here is the story of the absolutely horrible, should not do, led around by my pussy, reality of what I did, I will say, the guy was not actually much of a Dominant in my definition of the word, still lived with his mom, didn't help me out when I later became homeless, but jee oh jee- I went back to him for a nice bedding between visits to the psyc ward, between potential Dominants, and took advantage of the air conditioning when he allowed me to come over while I was homeless, and I fuck, fuck, fucked his cock until I found my current stable relationship. It was a good cock. I still miss it. lol.

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I look down at my phone, my heart thumping in my throat. "I'm on my way, I'll be there at 7:30pm" I text him. I hardly knew him. I had messaged with him for an incredibly short time before jumping into the deep end. 

 

My car was not in the best of shape, but I was relieved when it made it the short fif*** minute drive to his house. I pulled up, a decent area; lots of brick houses. "I'm here." I messaged him, idling my car out on the road. "go ahead and pull in" he tells me. I do as he says, trying to breath, the anticipation and *** flushing my face. I climb out of the car, and see him in the doorway of his home.

 

I lock my car doors, clutching my purse to me closely as I walk towards him and he walks to me with a slight smirk, that suggests to be- this isn't his first time doing something like this. As he approaches me, immediately a wave of disappointment washes over me; he is short. Possibly shorter than me. Not wanting to seem shallow over such a thing, I give him a nervous smile. We state our names, he says its good to meet you- then leads me to his bedroom. 

 

The home was nice, cozy- and I wondered what was going to happen next. His room was small, a large bed, a closet- his gaming computer. I looked around the room, standing there awkwardly. Nothing else was said, but he kind of guided me over to his bed, bent me over- for a few brief moments as he pulled my pants down I wondered if he was going to spank me. 

 

Then he, unceremoniously shoved his dick in me. I was stupidly shocked. It was bigger than anything I had ever taken before, though it didn't hurt I was just surprised, thinking to myself I've spoken less than ten words outloud with this man and he has his dick inside of me. What am I doing? And I wasn't sure, but I didn't think he had a condom on either. 

 

The few brief moments of shock were quickly replaced with an overwhelming amount of arousal, and he began thrusting into me after allowing a few moments to adjust to his size. Every thrust of his cock felt amazing, I was to tight for him, to feel myself stretched- the bits of *** only fueled my arousal, and the dripping of my pussy guided his cock easily in and out of me. 

 

I moaned, closing my eyes, loosing myself to this strange moment. After just a short while of his thrusting I felt a new feeling, an orgasm rising up in me; and I came. At least I thought I did, but then I came again. And I wondered, as my body thrust back on him, moaning, panting and writhing beneath this stranger; was I actually orgasming? Then it happened again. It continued to happen, my body tensing, then large bursts of pleasure, sometimes back to back making me see stars. It was amazing. (Now, I wonder if he had some kinda drug on his dick, but thats just my overactive imagination I'm sure). 

 

When at last he pulled out of me and I turned around to see his cock I couldn't believe it. It was eight inches, maybe not huge in the online world but I was stunned at the length and girth of it, and that it had went so easily inside of me. His cock was beautiful, curved quite nicely which I believe the curve is what made it hit just the right spots. I've fantasized of getting a dildo made like his cock, thats probably creepy though lol. And no, he didn't have a condom on.

 

We laid in bed afterwards, I don't know what we talked about. He had orgasmed inside of me, which was concerning a bit; I had failed to concieve for years with my husband, we had failed our home study, and some part of me secretly hoped that if I did wind up pregnant my would be fixed. So I allowed him to continue cumming inside of me, late into the night.

 

I slept in the bed beside him, enjoying the air conditioning; electric had already been shut off at my house. At different points through the night, I would wake up to feel him probing against me, pushing his cock in between my legs; he always took me from behind. And with a content sigh the edges of sleep would recede as he fucked me again, the orgasms didn't take as long to reach this time, my body primed and ready, knowing just which way to grind against him to bring itself to edge, again and again. 

 

He had a impregnation kink, so never did use a condom even when my life was falling apart and I was homeless. I did turn out to be infertile, my curse becoming a disguised blessing; his plan was always to leave me homeless and take custody of the kid. Please don't ask me why I did such crazy shit, I don't know. 

 

But his dick was really good. Yum. 

 

He knew I was looking for others, but I guess he didn't think I would find someone to take me in. When I told him I was breaking off contact to move in with a Dominant, he revealed to me that he loved me, and it wasn't just about the sex for him. Idk, maybe I'm shallow but I didn't feel the love, I felt the lust- and damn it was lots of good fucks. Amazing. I'd take the dick to go if I could. Hahaha. 

 

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Great post. I'm quite interested to read about your past experiences. Never been married myself so can't really comment on that aspect... but do you enjoy the thought of being with another woman - still?

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Overall I like girls. I find them to be sexy, beautiful, soft and lovely. 

 

I don't like vaginas though. Including my own. I tolerate them lol.