Forgive Me Mary! 12

 

"What? You can't be serious Lisa." Kimberly screamed on the phone. 

"Americana, have I ever lied to you? This is serious." I replied 

"But Lisa, you should have turned it to a threesome. If I were you, I would straddle that little slut and ride her face while Frank fucked her little pussy silly. Choke her with my pussy juice. What rubbish." 

"Hmmmm, I didn't think of that. I was in shock. You needed to have seen how her face lit up when she saw my husband's cock. She was sopping wet and was practically shivering and begging him to fuck her." 

"Why would you blame her Lisa. Be fair girlfriend. Frank is hot and remember you told us about his big cock. You think I've been able to get it off my mind. That's what you get for telling your friends how good your man is in bed." 

"You sound so ridiculous Americana." 

"You know I'm right Lisa. By the way, where is Frank?" 

"He passed out at home. I left him there." 

"And where are you?" 

"I checked into a hotel. I don't know how to face him after all that shit." 

"What's gonna happen to your marriage now girlfriend?" 

"Honestly? I don't know. I just came here to clear my head from the sex fog, away from the world." 

"I'm so sorry Sweetie. I really am." 

"That's okay babes. I need to shower and rest. I will call you back. You may not be able to reach me because I'm turning off my phone. I don't want to be disturbed."

"Okay Sweetie, stay safe. I love you."

"Love you too."

Yes! I had left the house while Frank was passed out in our room. I couldn't face him, I needed to think and clear my head. What was that? I wished severally that I was dreaming but no, I wasn't dreaming. It was reality. I couldn't understand why Frank did what he did to me. It was clear my marriage was over. I couldn't stand Frank, I didn't even want to see Lara. I wanted to be done with the both of them, but before then, I will have my pound of flesh. I was going to make a 'Cuckold' out of Frank and also betray Lara. There was no way I was ever going to let them get away with what they did to me. 
The next morning, I had to go to the reception to settle an issue, while I was still talking to the manager who had approached me to settle the issues, I heard a familiar voice call my name. 

"Lisa, Lisa, runaway Lisa!" 

I was shocked. 'Dear Lord, I came here to get away from the world, who has recognized me here?' I thought in my head before turning around. To my surprise, it was Jess, Lara's rebel cousin. The same one I had gone with Lara
 to pick up at the airport. I had avoided her since that day out of respect for Lara, considering how she flirted with me and hit on me behind Lara's back. 

"OMG! Jess!" I expressed shock. 

"Look at you Lisa, what are you doing here? Who would have thought, after you avoided me so much that I would run into you in the hotel I stay in? By the way, what are you doing here?" 

"Good to see you again Jess. I'm just here to rest. Want to take some time off work and family." 

"Which room are you in? I can stop by to see you later." 

"Let's do it this way Jess, you give me your room number and I will see you later." 

Jess gave me her room number and then she walked past me. I didn't want to see her and I knew giving her my room number would be a big mistake. She was a very big flirt. But then again, who said I couldn't flirt back? I no longer owed Lara any loyalty. Not after she made herself my husband's slut right in front of me. 'Oh common Lisa, you know she had no choice.' That voice of reasoning echoed in my head again. 

"Ohhh please spare me, did she have to jump in glee when she saw my husband's cock? Did she have to enjoy it and beg him to make her cum? She had a choice but she loved the situation." 

I said out loud to myself. I couldn't shake of the feeling of betrayal. Lara had let me down and she will get it. I turned on my phone briefly and I got loads of messages from Frank asking where I was and begging me to come home. I also got a call from Lara but I rejected it. Oh now she wanted to talk? Nonsense! I quickly put off my phone again. The following evening, I went down to the bar to have a drink, few minutes after I sat down, Jess walked up to me. 

"Hello Lisa, my runaway. We meet again." she greeted. 

"Hi Jess. How are you?"‎ I replied. 

"I'm alright." she said as she pulled out a sit and sat opposite me. She ordered for a drink and we drank together. We talked and talked. She told me about her life in America and why she came back. She wasn't so bad, she was just misunderstood. As we talked, she would look me straight in the eye and caress my leg with her toes. I was pretty calm, I didn't shake her off. 

"Why don't you like me Lisa?" she asked. 

"I don't hate you Jess." I replied. 

"So why are you avoiding me? I want you, and you know it. And by the look in your eyes right now, I can tell you want me to." she smirked. 

"Oh common Jess. I don't hate you, neither do u want you. Stop seducing me, because I may just....." 

"You may just what?" she interrupted me. "Anyways, I am going to my room now, if you would like me to taste you, I will be waiting in my room. You know the number." she said and then she winked at me, got up and walked away. I watched her wiggle her waist as she went by. I began to see the part of her I never noticed. She was so sexy, full, long legs to go with a big round ass. Just how I used to love them. I couldn't help dripping. I even had to cross my legs to control the juice leaking from my pussy. I took a few more glasses of wine then I decided to return to my room. While in the elevator, I felt my pussy, darn! I was wet and horny. Before I knew it, the elevator stopped at my floor, but instead of going out, I hit the button again to take me to Jess's floor. 'Oh Lisa, you are such a slut' 
That voice went off in my head again but I shook it off. I nolonger owed Lara anything, not an ounce of loyalty. Neither did I owe Frank any fidelity. If I was going to make them pay, I was going to be ruthless. In a few seconds, the bell in the elevator dinged and brought me out of my thoughts as the door opened. I stepped out and walked quickly to find Jess's room. I gave a soft knock on the door and while I was beginning to have cold feet and decided whether to run away before the door opened,
I had no time to take off as Jess took me by surprise when she opened the door and pushed me inside pinning me to the nearest wall kissing me forcefully and passionately. That turned me on to no end. It was incredibly sexy. She pulled my dress off, unhooked my bra, damn! She nearly ripped my panties from my body, and forced me to the bed. Taking me by my hair she kissed my neck and nibbled at my ear. Telling me how bad she wanted me. Bending me over, she slid her finger up and down my slit feeling my reaction to her sudden dominance. She gripped my hair again but tighter and rougher; an involuntary moan escaped my lips. I felt so helpless and it was amazing. How she was treating me alone was enough to make me come but the way she spoke to me made it so much better.

"You like this don't you?" Jess asked me.

I nodded my head.

She gripped my hair tighter, "That's not an answer."

"Yes I like it."

"You're so wet," I felt her finger slip deep inside of me and as fast as it was in it was gone. "And so sweet." 

I moaned in frustration, she was teasing me.

"You want me to taste you?"

"Yes." I whimpered.

She loosened her grip and told me to beg her. I did. I was on fire at this point and she knew it.

"Come on I know you can do better than that. Beg like the little slut you are."

I felt my body get hot, I felt my pussy get wetter. At that moment I completely submitted to her. She smacked my ass, told me I was a good little whore, spread my pussy lips, and licked up and down my pussy. I moaned softly as her tongue entered me I couldn't help but rock into her. Her tongue felt so good swirling around my clit.

"Jess... that feels so good... punish me...." I moaned softly. I looked at her, those brown eyes staring back at me as she kissed my outer thigh making her way back up. I gasped in shock as her tongue rolled over my most sensitive hole. She rimmed me slow and hard and I felt my orgasm building. 

She eased two fingers into me, causing my legs to get weak. I rocked hard into her. I was in such an orgasmic haze. 

"Oh my God! What am I doing?" 

"What? You regret it?" she asked as she got off kneeling in front of me and walked to the bed. 

"Not really, I just feel a bit guilty."

"So? You wanna stop?" 

"No. And you? Do you wanna continue?" 

"Yes, now get your ass over here I want to taste you again."

I smirked and strode slowly over to my bed. She lay back on the bed I knew what she wanted. Climbing atop the bed I straddled her chest hoping she would assume the position of dominance. She pulled me towards her lips and sucked my clit into her mouth. 'Mmm this is amazing' I thought to myself as Jess sucked harder. She ate my pussy with vigor, licking, sucking, and putting her tongue as deep as it would go causing me to roll my hips. I was so close I wanted to scream. Fuck, I was going to scream.

"Jess... Oh my God... Jess... Right there... Don't stop... I'm cumming... I'm... Cumming..." I exploded.

I eased off her and laid back on the cool sheets but I could see she wasn't done with me. She kissed me softly as she placed something soft and humming between my thighs. I tensed at the strength of the vibration. I moaned in her ear, the one thing I knew drove her crazy, telling her how good it felt. Whispering breathlessly how I was going to cum for her must have sent her over the edge. Pushing the toy deeper inside me and increasing her speed I screamed.

"Slow down."

"Why?"

"You're hurting me."

"You like pain don't you?"

I bit my lip in guilt and nodded.

"Show me how much." Jess demanded.

Once on all fours Jess placed it back inside of me with the same force. Taking in a sharp breath I braced myself for pure pain and pleasure. 

"Harder... Mmmm..... like that... Faster... Fuck... Fuck me Jess... Pull my hair... Pull it tighter... Oooo yes... Spank me hard... Don't stop... Yes baby... I'm cumming Jess... Harder... Harder... Fuck... Bite me."

"Where?"

"Anywhere."

"No where do you like it most?"

"My thighs and my neck."

She continued her assault on my sensitive pussy as she knelt down and nibbled at my thighs.

"No... Bite... Me."

Her teeth sank into my flesh. It was a firm but gentle bite but it wasn't enough.

"Bite me harder." I growled. 

I had never been so aggressive but it was what I wanted so she didn't care. She found the courage to bite me harder and with that a low purr escaped my lips. I screamed louder than expected as my orgasm consumed me. I was spent I'd have to wait until later to get more of my sweet lover. Jess laid back in bed and began rubbing her clit. Her pussy was so wet and she plunged two fingers into her hole fucking herself.

After I had watched her for a few minutes, I scooted beside her and latched on to her nipple. She sucked in a sharp breath. I ran my hand down her body and continued where she left off with her clit. She gripped my hair moaning my name, grinding her hips against my hand.

"I'm cumming...Fuck...Like that...Yes...Fuck yes...Oh God...I love the way you fuck me baby" Jess cried out.

"Cum for me, are you going to cum for me?" i whispered in her ear.

"Yes." she purred.

I positioned myself between her legs and lapped at the sweet nectar there. She was as sweet as honey but I couldn't wait for her to cum. I heard a muffled scream from Jess as she bit into the nearest pillow. I continued my assault on her pussy and licked her juice as she came. We collapsed on eachother and rested for a few minutes. 

As we gathered ourselves and began to dress I couldn't help but wonder if I would feel better about what had happened. I had sex with Lara's cousin and I I didn't feel guilty, I only wished she was there to watch me lick her cousin's pussy, just like I had to watch her enjoy my husband's cock. 

"A penny for your thought Lisa. There is a strange grin on your face." Jess said.

"What?" I feigned ignorance. 

"You have a grin that feels like a satisfaction or something. Care to explain?" 

"Sexual gratification you mean?" 

"Yes, that." 

"Well, I feel good and satisfied after what we just did." 

I wasn't really in the mood for that kind of chitchat. I wanted to return to my room and make a phone call. I wanted to call the only person I could talk to, Kimberly. I got up and gave Jess a kiss and left her room. As I walked into the elevator, I wondered if having sex with Jess made any difference, but I realized that I still didn't feel better. After I got to my room, I turned on my phone and called Kimberly, I told her everything that had happened. 

"What Lisa! You can't be serious." Kimberly screamed over the phone. 

"American your scream is loud enough to make me deaf, easy bitch." I replied calmly. 

"Fuck you Lisa. You fuck your lover's cousin and I am the bitch? That's felony, you should be in prison you slut." 

Kimberly sounded so stupid and we ended up laughing over it. But the truth was that I still felt this pain in my heart. Having sex with Lara's cousin didn't give me the satisfaction I so much craved for. I decided to give Jess my room number, so that instead of me going to her like a little slut in heat, she will be the one to come to me instead. And it worked as planned. We had sex a few more times but it didn't make me feel any better. I wanted more, I wanted my pound of flesh, I needed something that will make me feel better. I didn't want to rest until I had made a cuckold of Frank. I had woken up one morning feeling very horny with my pant all soaked, what I needed was a real live cock. Not a female lover, not a dildo or strap-on, but a very real man. Ofcourse that was the only way I was going to make a cuckold out of Frank. I resisted the urge to touch myself. What I knew was that I was going to get laid that day. Later that evening, I put on a very flirty short dress and went down to the pool side bar for a drink. The breeze and the live band really soothed my soul. It was as if Frank and Lara never existed. 

"Excuse me beautiful, may I have this dance." 

I turned around to see a very handsome young man, very tall and we'll built. I couldn't resist.

"Sure," I said as I took the hand he stretched to me. He led me to the dance floor. As if the musicians could read my mind, they suddenly started singing George Micheal's Careless Whisper. As if I had known this stranger for long, I danced and grounded my body against his so badly. While wining my butt against the front of his trouser, I could feel his cock rising. I don't know if it was the effect of the alcohol but I loved the feel of his hard cock ‎against me. I turned to face him and grounded my body against his. The music was so loud that we couldn't even talk because we wouldn't have been able to hear eachother. I became even more horny and I could feel my pussy juice dripping down my thighs. My panties was wet and my nipples were harder than ever. After the music reached the end and the musicians began singing another song, it became worse. Secret Lovers by Atlantic starts. 'Really? Secret lovers? Really? Are these musicians freaking kidding me? I mean, who does that?' I screamed in my head. I felt the urge to rip off my dance partner's clothes and fuck him there and then on that dance floor but I managed to control myself. I squeezed his hands to signal him to let go of my waist. I really had to let go. I needed to return to my room or else my pussy juice would be dripping down my legs. Luckily for me, the dance floor only had a few lights, so it wasn't bright, I couldn't sit down either because my juice would stain my dress. As soon as the stranger let go of my waist I smiled at him and quickly sneaked towards my room. It was a good thing I left when I did, as my juice had began to drip down my thighs. I walked past the reception in a hurry but not before instructing the receptionist to ask the bar to bring me a bottle of my favorite wine. When I got into the elevator, I couldn't help rubbing my pussy through my dress, I was just about to take my dress up and put my hand in my pant when the elevator stopped to pick up someone. I quickly comported myself even though I knew I looked very disheveled. As soon as I got to my room, I pushed the door to close but I was sure the door didn't lock properly. I was reluctant to check, 'it's best it's not locked anyway, I'm expecting my wine from the bar. That way I won't have to get up to open the door.' I said to myself as I kicked off my shoe and took off my dress.

The feelings I'd woken with had gone nowhere, if anything, they'd only intensified after the dance. And so, it was with great anticipation that I began removing my clothing. My short dress and purse laid abandoned on the floor, as I sat on my bed, I reached behind me to unhook my bra, letting my breasts swing free. My nipples were still very hard. My hands raised to touch them, tease them, tug on them a little, and I bit back a moan. Quickly now, I shimmied out of my lacy panties, they were nearly as wet as the ones I'd slept in the night before, and I laid on my back on the bed. I closed my eyes as I allowed my hands to wander my body, caressing my breasts, rubbing over my thighs, tugging on my nipples, trailing over my hips. Finally, slowly, I let my fingertips slip between my pussy lips to play along my slit. I was dripping wet. 

I couldn't help but moan softly. The tip of my middle finger found my clit, hard and eager. I rubbed it gently, savoring the pleasure that swept through me, before allowing my finger to slip further down and then inside me. I groaned with the pleasure of it, spreading my legs wider. I flicked my finger back and forth, rocking my hips with the movement. I felt my orgasm building already and eagerly continued my ministrations.
Somewhere through the haze of my pleasure, I heard the doorknob rattle faintly. 
My eyes flew open as I belatedly remembered that I hadn't locked the door. I remembered I had ordered for a bottle of wine, but no room service provider would boldly walk into a guest`s room without knocking.
As fast as I could, I grasped for the blanket on my bed to cover my nakedness. My eyes flashed back to the doorway, where I saw a stranger standing, I looked again and realized it was my dance partner, then I knew I hadn't been fast enough. There was a dark sort of hunger in his eyes. As I sat paralyzed on my bed, clutching the blanket above my breasts, he calmly stepped inside and closed and locked the door. My heart was in my throat as he met my gaze once more, standing confidently in the center of my bedroom. 

"Come out of the bed, beautiful," he said softly. 

His voice was soft, but I recognized the command, and I was helpless to disobey. Keeping the blanket snugly around me, I slipped off the bed to stood in front of him. My eyes stayed focused mostly on the floor.

"What were you doing?" His tone told me he well knew what I had been doing. "Why are your nipples so hard?"

I blushed furiously. I hesitated in answering him, and he grasped my chin, lifting my head. It was so much harder when I was looking into his eyes.

"Don't act shy now beautiful. You weren't shy when you grinded your sexy ass against my cock on the dance floor and later left me hanging."

I replied slowly, softly. "I was touching myself."

"Drop the gadamn blanket." 

I hardly hesitated, thanks to the authority in his still quiet voice. I let go of my blanket, letting it puddle around my feet, and stood before him completely naked.
I felt more exposed than ever before as his eyes swept over me, analyzing me, from my bare shoulders, over the swells of my breasts, my slimmer waist, the flare of my hips, my shaven pussy, and all the way down my legs to my feet, and then back up. Without saying a word, he reached his hand out, and I instinctively spread my legs the tiniest bit. He slid his fingers against my pussy, and it felt like a jolt of electricity. I barely bit back a moan. When he pulled his hand back, I knew without looking that it would be slick with my wetness. I could practically feel it dripping down my thighs. He lifted his hand to his lips and licked my pussy juice from his fingers. I watched, unable to look away. He maintained his powerful eye contact the entire time. 

When he was finished, he spoke. 

"Sit on the chair, Beautiful." 

I hastened to obey, willing my legs to but cooperate. 

"Spread your legs. Wide." 

Once more, I followed his order without hesitation. 

"Now then. Show me what you were doing before I came in. Fuck yourself with your fingers until you cum."

My blush rose again, but so did the heat in my belly. No matter how strange this circumstance was, my body was enjoying it, that was for sure. So, while one hand toyed with my breasts and my nipples, the other was slipping down my body, between my legs, and beginning to rub my clit. I moaned. The sensation seemed so much stronger with him watching. 
And he was watching intently. His entire focus was on the tip of the finger that was massaging my clit. When my finger slowly slid into my soaking pussy, his hands moved to the buttons on his shirt. Deftly he unbuttoned them, while I moaned and shuddered in my place on the chair. His pants were next and, as my orgasm approached more quickly than I could've expected, his boxers followed. He stood before me completely naked. I saw his cock growing hard and impossibly big, and my eyes widened. It was as if I was looking at Frank's cock. His hand grasped his cock, stroking lightly, and that was it. My orgasm exploded within me, and I cried out sharply, moaning and whimpering with each wave, each clenching of the muscles inside me. When I was finished, my pussy was gripping my finger tightly, and I could still feel little spasms and tremors running through my body as I slowly removed the finger. I raised my gaze back to him. 

"Come here." he ordered. 

Shakily, I stood and took a step towards him. His hand found the top of my head and applied gentle pressure. Understanding, I sank slowly to my knees in front of him, until I was on eye level with his cock. He pulled my head in against his hard cock, and my mouth opened willingly.
I took him deep into my mouth, sucking on him like a piece of candy. He groaned and twined his hands in my hair. I swirled my tongue around him in my mouth, feeling him shudder lightly. Adjusting my tongue to the underside of his cock, against the thick vein that I could feel pulsing in time with his heart, I began bobbing my head up and down, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. My hands rose up, too, one grasping the part of him that wouldn't fit in my mouth, and the other toying with and caressing his balls.


He began helping me, thrusting his hips forward so that he was essentially fucking my mouth or should I say using my mouth. His movements slowly but surely became harder, deeper, faster. I was wet and aching again, I longed for his cock to fill my pussy. With that thought in my head, I began licking him more furiously. I wanted his cum to fill my mouth, and then I wanted him inside me. I needed his big hard cock in my pussy.
With that thought, suddenly he stiffened, moaning, his hands tightening on my hair. I felt his cum shooting into my mouth, and I greedily sucked at his cock, wanting every drop of cum he would give me. Finally, he was done, and I whimpered as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. My mouth was full of his cum, hot and salty on my tongue; I swallowed it hurriedly.
For a moment, my dance partner looked down at my eyes. My heart was pounding. I wanted more; I wanted him, so badly, I want him to fuck me till I forgot my own name. I wanted his cock to fill my my pussy.

But to my disappointment, he turned away and began dressing up. Confused, I stayed on my knees, waiting to be told otherwise.
He turned his back to me again and smiled fondly down at me. Wordlessly, he patted my head, petting my hair a little, and then unlocked my door. Another heart beat, and he was gone, leaving me panting and dripping wet, kneeling in the middle of my room, with the taste of his cum fresh in my mouth. 

I had never been so ashamed of myself. Used by a complete stranger? What was I turning into? I felt so dirty, I felt like a cheap whore. I couldn't bare to show my face around that hotel again. I ran into the bathroom and tried to throw up. I tried to wash myself of the filth I felt. I couldn't believe I was willing to let a stranger stick his cock into my pussy, there wasn't any protection and I was a married woman for God's sake. Yes I wanted to make a Cuckold of Frank, but was it worth it? I cried my heart out in the bathroom. For the first time since my world shattered, I finally cried. I felt like a disgrace. After I managed to drag myself out of bathroom after severe washing of my entire body and brushing my mouth, I dressed up and packed up. One thing was for sure, I was going home. I needed to face Frank and make him understand what he had turned me into. I had to return to my home, my husband, my life. The life of a whore was not meant for me, I couldn't even pull that off. I needed to know the fate of my marriage, I still loved my husband. But did he still love me? Would he still want to continue our marriage? Will we ever get passed this? And if at all we were to divorce, what will be our reason? 




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