Forsake Your Vows 11

Mary Jane couldn’t think, even with Eddie giving her plenty to think about—his arms wrapping around her and his tongue slipping into her mouth. She boiled with the suddenness of the lust she felt, like the flames of it had been heating her for a while and now, at last, it was all bubbling over.

It had been a long time since her husband had done this to her; either tried to or managed it. As far as he was concerned, she might as well have been a sex doll, to be used when he felt the need and put in storage when he was disinterested.

But here was a man whose desire for her seemed endless, who could never get enough of her. Mary Jane couldn’t help but respond. Eddie was so virile to her, so desirable, and she needed what he had to offer badly. She felt herself growing more submissive—almost going limp—as he kissed her. Her wetness soaked her panties and began to move through her shorts.

Hold on, Watson, think this through, she told herself desperately.

She was a married woman. She loved her husband, even if she wasn’t happy about their sex life. No matter how diminished it had become in recent years, she didn’t want to lose what she had with Peter.

But her body ached for Eddie’s touch. He seemed to know exactly how she liked to be caressed, making her moan each time his fingers burned into her high-set breasts. Even through her clothes, the sensation set Mary Jane on fire.

Molten moisture flooded her sex and made her panties all the more sodden, making Mary Jane feel like she was overloading, overflowing with Eddie giving her his long, steamy kiss and fondling her tender body. There was a wild impulse inside Mary Jane to push him away, strip for them, and then drag him to the ground where they could really fuck.

She imagined his immense erection pumping away at her starving pussy and her eyes shut tightly. The thought alone was orgasmic. Just knowing that she was going through with it would definitely have her on the climb to her rapture. Imagine: not gambling on climax, hoping against hope for it, but knowing she would be brought off…

Then she drew her face back from his and spoke breathlessly: “Eddie, we can’t—I can’t do this to Peter.”

“Of course not,” Eddie smiled. “We’ll keep it a secret. He won’t know and so it won’t hurt him. And if he doesn’t care to know how much you need someone to love you, why should he care that someone else is doing it?”

And it’ll feel good, Mary Jane thought to herself. Eddie didn’t need to say that because it spoke for itself. It’ll feel so good.

Eddie didn’t wait for her to respond. He knew what she would say as much as she did. Quickly, he undid her top and took it off her, along with her bra. His big hands closed over her naked breasts and all that she had felt when he touched her through her clothes, now was doubled. Mary Jane’s shorts were soaking wet; their moisture fell down her thighs.

“You shouldn’t, Eddie, you shouldn’t!” she groaned.

“Why?” Eddie demanded. “Because I’ll get turned on or because you will?”

“Because I will!” she panted. “I know you can’t help yourself, but I, I can’t think straight when you’re doing that! You have to try… I can’t control myself!”

“Then don’t,” Eddie chuckled. “Lose control. I’m right here—I won’t let it go to waste.”

He eased her down onto her back and lay almost on top of her, sparing her the full weight of her body but most definitely corralling her in place. His flushed face pushed between her breasts and he kissed the creamy flesh until his lips sought out a small pink nipple. Mary Jane gasped, the little bud stiffening under his sucking kiss. She wanted to trill each time his tongue lashed its sensitivity.

Her cunt flared like an echo deep underneath the layers of darkened fabric she had wetted. It felt suffocating. She wanted to kick away her damp panties and shorts, but that would only make her more vulnerable—arouse her past the point of no return and leave both of them at the mercy of her sexual frenzy.

But was that so bad? Could they get away with it, as Eddie had suggested? She wanted him, but could she live with herself, knowing her love was now split between her husband and another man?

Mary Jane tried to think reasonably about the sudden prospect of being unfaithful to Peter—something she had never even considered before—but after so long not allowing herself to think of it, now she couldn’t. She couldn’t think of anything with Eddie kissing and nuzzling her breasts.

He was driving her too crazy for her fidelity to be anything more than a distant memory… as a present concern, it kept tumbling through her mind, refusing to be considered and yet buried underneath all the lust and passion she was supposed to deny. A niggle that she was unable to sweep away, no matter how her body wanted to override it.

“Stop, Eddie, please, please, I need to think about this!” she moaned.

But Eddie didn’t want her to think. He wanted her to feel. And so did she. He was listening to the part of her that wanted to be seduced, that was more than willing.

The part of her that was holding back, thinking of Peter, it was bleeding out. Each of Eddie’s caresses killed it by degrees. All the faithful part of her could do, in the time remaining to it, was mouth words it knew were insincere, that it knew wouldn’t be listened to.

“I can’t, Eddie, can’t… even if Peter doesn’t find out… I can’t have it on my conscience… no matter how good it feels… I won’t fuck you!”

“Okay,” Eddie said. “Then we’ll stop.”

“What?” Mary Jane gasped.

She hadn’t expected him to give up so easily. But now he released the succulent body he’d been so focused on before, reorienting on her legs. He pulled down her shorts and panties, taking her shoes off with them, leaving Mary Jane totally bare. His eyes roved hungrily over her, but he’d already enjoyed the sight of her body. Now Eddie seethed, eager for more than just seeing her.

“What are you doing?” Mary Jane demanded. “You just said we should stop!”

“I didn’t say we should stop. I said we would. But you can still suck my cock. And I can eat your pussy.”

Mary Jane’s head spun. Despite how inevitable all this felt, she hadn’t been ready for it. Eddie wasn’t moving too fast for her, but she was being too reluctant. Now he stood up and stripped and the awareness of his tall, muscular body pressed painfully against all the other considerations stuffed into Mary Jane’s head. He was gorgeous. She wanted to touch him with the redoubled intensity of a fixation denied over and over and over again.

“Alright,” Mary Jane spoke shakily. “That wouldn’t be cheating, I suppose. Just foreplay. Peter wouldn’t mind a little foreplay.” She giggled nervously. If he would mind—if it was so important to him—why hadn’t he given her any?

Why didn’t she have the feeling of good, satisfying sex to help her turn down this man? Instead, all she could think of was how good his temptation felt.

“Or a lot of foreplay,” Eddie leered, skinning out of his underwear.

His cock came out and Mary Jane trebled out a lusty little noise. He was enormous, as big as she’d always suspected. Now hard as a rock, trembling with the desperation to satisfy her that Eddie himself only mildly concealed.

It was like his prick was pure sexual drive and still she wanted it, had to have it. If Mary Jane couldn’t take it between her legs, she would have it in her mouth, tasting and pleasing it until they’d both had their fill.

Eddie extended a hand and helped her to her feet. He led her to a copse of tall grass, thick and soft, a summery velveteen that would entomb her bare, sensitive flesh if she merely stepped into it. Mary Jane moved with him like she was in a dream. That was how she felt. That all this was too unreal to be harmful.

Eddie stretched out onto his back, his grip on her hand pulling her down over his lap, and then his other hand was on the back of her head, forcing her down to his groin. It took a moment for Mary Jane to realize he meant to sixty-nine with her. It must have been years since she’d done that with Peter. But she got right into position, her wet pussy over Eddie’s face, while her mouth was so close to his stiff prick that it dominated her senses. She couldn’t think of anything else, least of all Peter.

“Remember to suck it,” Eddie said, breathing in her sex. “I don’t want to stop eating your pussy once I start, but I will if you don’t suck me off.”

Mary Jane quivered with enjoyment, feeling his scalding tongue raking through her untouched cunt, converting it into a little oasis of pleasure in all her barren, sexless days. Wetness coursed through her folds; he greedily devoured it.

Mary Jane gasped in continued delight, now pleased to be feeding him, pleased he was enjoying her pussy and its wetness. She adored having his tongue there—she never should’ve let herself go so long without Peter licking her there. How could she turn Eddie down when he was doing what Peter wouldn’t?

“God, YESS!” she slurred. “I need it! Lick me all over! Don’t fucking stop!”

Eddie was damned good at what he was doing. He knew just how hard and how frequently to lap at her. His hot tongue went right into her cunt, lashing and tasting where she was most sensitive. She couldn’t stop her flooding pleasure, but Eddie licked up every drop of it. Each time he swallowed, Mary Jane felt more feverish arousal descending upon her.

Then her rolling eyes focused on his stiff erection. It was set with bulging veins; quivering with hardened fullness. Hot precum swam out from the open tip; Mary Jane drooled herself at the sight of his excitement. She dipped her head low, stuck out her tongue, and cleaned Eddie’s glans with a delicious-tasting lick.

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” Eddie husked out. “Suck it, suck that cock, show that big dick how much you like it!”