1. Persephone in Winter - Chapter 5/11


    Date: 1/17/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Night_Writer, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    want a future together, what could you say that would hurt me?" Her eyes peered into his, searching for a sign that he meant what he said, for just a brief hint of inner strength, or possibly even arousal. How might he react if she led him along such a tenuous path? The risk was enormous - how could she tell her husband such things? And why did the anticipation of his response make her so wet, her belly so desperate to be filled? "I could say I go because he's handsome, and incredibly sexy. I could say he's very wealthy and spares no expense to please me. I may even tell you how he satisfies me in bed, that he's a wonderful lover, that he drives me to the brink of my senses when he makes me cum." She paused, still playing with his cock under the damp sheet, finally finding it growing hard again in her hand. She smiled at him, now knowing he accepted at least some small part of her obsession, that he loved her enough to find some pleasure in giving her such an unlikely gift. And then he turned away from her, shuddered, and drew a sudden, halting breath. Moving close to him, Elyse stroked his hair lightly as he lay staring silently into the darkness. She wanted his reaction, and now she had it. "None of those things are why I go. I may never be able to convince you, but it's true," she told him, almost in a whisper. "True? You've done a pretty good job of convincing me otherwise." She pressed closer, throwing a bare leg over him, then turned him toward her again and eased on ...
    top of him, her small firm breasts pushed high up on his heaving chest. "I can't tell you why I go. I don't know myself. It's not you. It's not him. It's me. Something in me - something terrifying and exciting at the same time. I love my life with you. But - I don't know - something happens there, something that renews a part of me that I never knew was empty. And after, I love you even more, so deeply, so fully, as though I have so much more to give you than I've ever been able to share before. I love being with you; just your touch makes me warm and safe. I crave your body constantly. I fantasize about your cock inside me, and how wonderful it feels. No other man could make me feel the way I do when I cum with you inside me. It's true. Whether you believe me or not, I live for you and you alone." She was so beautiful, so convincing. He struggled wildly with jealousy, love, and his best attempt at understanding. But if she couldn't understand her obsession, how could he, even at his best? In the weeks that followed, he found it impossible to doubt her. She found it impossible not to relish her new freedom, and every minute of every day showed her love to him in everything she did. Each touch proved her sincerity. Their lovemaking became a series of adventures, each spontaneous and more daring than the last. She stripped for him at night to slow, earthy jazz that oozed from the stereo, the dimmed blue light she bought only that afternoon silhouetting her body as she twisted ...