FabSwingers.com forum: Infidelity Part 1

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

He knew that in other mens eyes she was desirable ,an object of lust ..even fantasy.

It was true the old saying about familiarity...he had not come to hate her but certainly had become apathetic to her sexuality.

He could remember times when the merest glimpse of her stocking tops would cause him to want her.

When the wonderful ripeness of her breasts pressing against her blouse would make his mouth drool and his brain go into overdrive.

When watching her bending over ,the curve of her backside would make him mad for a handful of her beautiful rump.

Perhaps it had all been just too close and too easy,too attainable.

Their lovemaking of late had become routine and perfunctory....almost but not quite acknowledged by both...sometimes take it or leave it....pillow talk confined to how tired they were...nominal kisses goodnight...sensuality defected somewhere else.

Despite this negativity he knew his inner self craved eroticism,driving his brain down dark roads.Thoughts and urges perpetually rising into his consciousness.

The girl sitting across him on the tube...hand up her skirt feeling her wet pussy.

The neighbour bringing in the milk in her dressing gown...rip it open and bite into her neck.

The curvy dog walker in the park....lead her into the bushes and fuck her against the tree.

Simmering thoughts, never far ,always quick to surface,always dark.

He had listened to her confession and noted the intention to mock and to perhaps upset his equilibrium ,to usurp his dominance and to knock his lack lustre libido.

Perhaps it was the excited tone in her voice she found impossible to hide.

Perhaps it was the colourful description she eagerly offered up.

Perhaps it was his own darkness surfacing ...imagining her being screwed into,splayed across the the gym bench in the way she had described.Eyes rolling back into her head,mouth half opened and moaning as the brute ravaged her and pummelled himself into her tight pussy.

Perhaps it was all of those things that made him revitalised,

He looked at her animated face,her hot flush to her cheeks,noted the quickening of her breathing and the taste of her on his lips.

She had declared herself as a sex object.

She had declared her status as someone to be used.

She was almost daring him...cheeky slutty bitch.

She suddenly was the girl on the tube,the neighbour at the doorstep,that woman he had pinned to the tree and fucked hard.

He felt the beautiful tension sprouting at his groin,felt his shaft stiffen straighten and strain against the front of his pants.

Felt his cockhead enlarging and poking at the inside of his pants causing the material to stretch across his manhood in luxurious but cruel restraint.

She had presented him the opportunity to let his darkness take over.

To declare his inner self.

To use her with no reservations.