1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 18


    Date: 1/28/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    down into her, no finesse, no love, no caring or gentleness, and I went on and on, skewering her on my hard and hateful sex. I kept it up until she was whimpering and moaning, calling out my name, and then I came, deep inside of her, throbbing and pumping and filling her with me, her husband, as if I could wash all memory and all thoughts of Derek out of her and away with a spray of cum. I didn’t stay to enjoy the afterglow. No, I pulled out of her when I was finished ejaculating my anger and jealousy into her, and fell over on my back gasping for air, limp, weak, my rage, anger and brutality suddenly gone. We both lay there, not speaking, breathing heavily, completely exhausted. It was several minutes before she said, “Oh my god! What was that?” I didn’t answer immediately, suddenly far too ashamed to tell her what that had been. Eventually I said, “I needed you.” She laughed softly. “Well you can need me like that anytime you want to! My god, you were an animal!” “Yes, I suppose I was.” She wasn’t supposed to enjoy it, but she had! It didn’t ease the sting of the knowledge that what I had done to her had not been out of love, or out of need. It had been out of anger, jealousy, and pain. She reached out and touched me. “I’m amazed that you still had that kind of arousal – and energy – left, after the weekend we just had! You’re amazing.” No, my sweet, beautiful girl, I’m not amazing; loathsome perhaps, disgusting… anything but amazing. “Yeah, I’m something.” “You sure are! ...
    You wore me out, I need to sleep now.” So saying, she snuggled into my side, pulling my arm around her protectively. It dawned on me that she had no idea that she’d called out Derek’s name, no clue of the latent jealousy and rage she’d unleashed in me! She’d never called out another man’s name in the throes of orgasm before – or if she had, it had been one of our fantasy players, like “Boris”, who didn’t exist except to the extent that I was him, so her calling out that name had been meaningless and forgotten. Derek, however, does exist. Derek had seen my wife naked, charmed her, had many pictures of her in various states of undress, many of which even I was completely unaware, I’m sure. He had touched her body, and she liked him, admired him, and she’d become aroused, and Derek was only too real. Much too real. And she’d called out his name as I’d made her come. She fell asleep quickly against me, in my arms, exhausted and sated, and my tears started. They were tears of hurt, and pain, and jealousy, yes, but more than that they were tears of shame, of disgust and self-loathing, anger and embarrassment directed at myself for how I had treated Allison, even if she was unaware of what I had done. She loved me, was all, and I’d assaulted her, almost raped her. She was soft and warm against me, this woman I love so much, and she smelled of sex, and of flowers, and her shining hair splayed softly across my chest, and my tears flowed because of my self-hatred for how I had treated ...
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