“So I went back to what I’d always done,” she continued, almost as if ignoring my comment though I’d seen a look of fear wash over her face when I told her. “When you walked in on me that day I’d been doing ‘it’ for almost a month. Each time I’d put a notice on the Internet and then pick a new guy. I was never with the same guy more than just once and I NEVER let them do more than what you saw. I know it sounds weird, but I was trying to be ‘faithful’ to you even then. None of the guys ever got to even touch me. They got, well to be honest, they paid to jack off on my tits while I taped it. Then I put it on the Internet like I told you and more people paid to watch,” she finished and took a sip of her coffee.
“So, what’s that got to do with me? I assume you know we’re divorced so what you did or what you do really aren’t any of my concern.”
“Yeah, I heard,” her voice saddened. “Though I don’t blame you.”
“So WHAT IS IT YOU NEED?” I stressed.
“Your forgiveness, like I said and …,” she paused.
I could see her take a deep breath before continuing.
“A second chance.”
“A what?” I asked, unable to believe what I’d just heard.
“A second chance,” she hesitated. “I knew the moment you caught me that I’d destroyed and lost the most important thing in my life. I knew I should have come to you so we could have talked about my fears and concerns. I just … I’ve just been on my own for so long, I decided it was probably better if I took care of things myself instead of adding more to your pile. I realize now that I was wrong, WAY wrong. A couple should be able to talk to each other no matter what the problem. I was just too new at being part of ‘a couple’ and I fucked up.”
“Damn right you did,” I snarled though her explanation seemed to lessen the harshness on the tone. I sat there for what felt like forever thinking about what she’d said and what she’d asked. “But why now? It’s been almost a year?”
“Time for you to calm down. Time to let the pain of what I’d done lessen a little. Time for me to build up the courage to try and see you again. But mostly, time to … I don’t know … ‘forgive’ isn’t really the word I’d use but lessen my feelings of guilt. Like I said I fucked up and I know it. The question now is can you … can we, get past this and have a life together?”
“I don’t know,” I stuttered. “What happened that day will always be something we’ll remember. I just don’t know.”
“Would it make any difference if I told you I loved you and I could prove it?”
The words lifted my spirits for a second but the image of her and the guy quickly sent them crashing back down. “Love is a pretty easy word to fling around.”
“I know. That’s why I wanted to show you this,” she continued as lifted her left hand. There, on her ring finger, was the band I’d given her on our wedding day. “I NEVER took it off. Even after hearing that we were divorced. In the beginning, it was to punish myself for what I’d done and what I’d lost but after awhile it reminded me of how good I’d felt when I was with you. I think, or at least hope, we completed each other. I just know I’ve never felt that way with anyone else and I miss it. I want it … I want you back, if you’ll take me.”
All the pain and anger I had inside of me suddenly seemed to disappear as I watched her crawl towards me, ‘that look’ in her eyes.
“I love you,” she purred as she ran her fingertips softly along my lips.
The corners of my mouth turned upwards in a smile unlike anything I’d felt in months. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head, her lips slightly parted.
My lips touched hers and I felt her tongue enter my mouth, exploring the warmth within. My tongue touched hers and we slowly, passionately kissed for what seemed like an eternity, breathing heavily as we held each other.
“This is where I belong,” she whispered, lovingly, as she snuggled against me.
Inside of me, a battle was waging. “Do I take her back? Do I take the risk? Or do I run back to my life on the ranch?”
In the mean time, she began to run her hand down my body. She started at my chin, slowly working her way down my neck and then onto my chest. In and instant, she had my shirt unbuttoned. She stopped kissing me and dropped her head, lightly flicking her tongue across my nipples, one at a time. I’d never felt anything like it before and they soon became harder than I thought possible.
After what seemed like forever, she left my nipples and returned to my mouth, once again placing her lips against mine. We kissed long, hard, and passionately and sometimes even forgot to breathe from how intense the kiss had become.
Her hands took on a life of their own as they held me in one arm and the other hand continued exploring my body. Her feather-light fingertips traced my neck, shoulders, and chest once again as they moved lower. She knew exactly where to touch me to get the reaction that she was pleased with. All too soon, I was almost gasping against her face as her hand stopped just above my pants.
“Last chance to say no,” she whispered in my ear as she pressed her chest against mine.
A groan from deep within my chest was the only answer she got as she slid her hand lower, brushing across the growing bulge in the front of my pants.
“So hot and hard,” she crooned. I can feel it pulsating in your pants.”
“If you’re not careful you’re gonna feel more than that,” I warned.
“Not yet, baby,” she sighed as she slowly undid my pants, freeing my cock, with one hand while she continued to plant little kisses across my body. “Mmmmmmm, no underwear.”
“I didn’t expect this to happen,” I moaned.
“I hoped it would,” she sighed as she slid her hand down past my cock so she could rake the insides of my thighs.
“Oh fuck.”
“You like that?” she asked as she cupped my balls, all the while pressing her forearm against the side of my cock. Then, she pulled her hand up around my cock and looked into my eyes. “Let me taste you, let me wrap my lips around your hard, luscious cock.”
Instinctively, I raised my hips upwards. “Do it, darlin’. Suck my cock.”
She, slowly and teasingly, pulled my pants down, looking into my eyes as she did so. Her eyes screaming out of her desire, a longing to taste and explore every inch of me. She kissed my lips one more time, long and deep, before moving down my body and taking my throbbing cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue over the tip of my cock, tasting the small drops of pre-cum that had begun to form.
“Mmmmmm, you taste so good,” she moaned as she parted her lips and took the full length of my cock into her wet mouth. The tight, warm wetness igniting my desires to soar even higher.
Without even thinking about it, I began to thrust into her mouth, deeper and deeper, trying to give her every inch of the cock that she seemed to crave so much.
She sucked my cock for what seemed like forever, sometimes taking it all the way down her throat and sometimes running just her tongue around the shaft. It seemed that she wanted to swallow every inch of my cock that she could. And all the time that she was sucking me feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her juices slowly trickling down her inner thighs.
“Lay down,” she pleaded.
I obliged as she turned herself around, placing her pussy directly above my head.
Her reactions were almost immediate, ranging from nearly choking on my cock to a wide smile on her face as she felt my finger sliding into her.
“Sorry for the calluses,” I mumbled.
“So good,” she moaned loudly as I slid a second finger into her.
She pulled my cock from her mouth and arched her back as her pussy tightened around my fingers. “FUCKKKKKKKK … CUMMMMMMIIINNGGGGGG,” she wailed while at the same time lowering herself further onto my fingers, sending more and more of her sweet pussy juices down my hand.
Her body trembled above me for several minutes before she mumbled, “Need you … need you,” and dropped her head back onto my cock. She began to suck on it like a starving beast. “Wanna taste you. Want your cum. Wanna feel it in my mouth and down my throat into my belly.”
I stopped fingering her for a moment, taking my cum-soaked hand and placing it against my mouth. “God you taste so fucking sweet,” I said to her before returning two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, pounding into her pussy harder and faster as I felt myself about to cum into her sucking mouth. “Gonna cum,” I warned as my cock bulged and throbbed in her mouth.
Instead of pulling away, as I thought she might, she plunged my cock deep into her and was rewarded. “Cummmiinnggggg,” I groaned as strand after strand of my cum exploded from the tip of my cock into her mouth and down her throat.
“Hmmmmmm,” she hummed as she savored the taste of my cum.
As I lay there shaking from my orgasm, she pulled herself off of my hand and took it into her cum-filled mouth, sucking her juice from my fingers.
“Mmmmmm, I do taste good, don’t I?” she asked, playfully. As she sucked on my fingers she got up on her knees and straddled me, placing her legs around me and gently lowering herself to where her dripping pussy was barely even touching the tip of my still hard cock. The tip touched her pussy lips very gently, which only drove her even more wild. Her juices began to flow once again, and even dripped some onto my throbbing cock.
“Baby, I can’t wait any longer,” she said, passionately. “I need to make love to you.”
It took every ounce of my willpower to reply. “I agree BUT this place is known as a hang-out for the local kids so the cops check it a couple of times a night and I’m not sure either of us wanna end the night in jail.”