How I Got Her Husband to Give Me the Best Sex of My Life: Part 2

One night, Der­rick and I were lying in bed, his arms wrapped tightly around me, and I brought up the topic of mar­riage again. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” I told him. “I want to keep mov­ing for­ward and not let any­one keep us apart.” My heart was open to him and I had never felt more vul­ner­a­ble as I did in that moment. The amount of love I felt in my heart was indescribable.

Der­rick looked down at me and kissed my fore­head. He smiled and held me a lit­tle tighter. “One day at time, Cassie. We both just got out of seri­ous rela­tion­ships. Let’s not run before we walk.”

My heart dropped to my feet, but deep down in my gut I knew that he was right. What was the rush? His divorce was just final­ized, and it had merely been days since I had bro­ken off an engage­ment to an amaz­ing man, solely because of the lies. I nod­ded my head, agree­ing with what Der­rick said. With a heavy heart, I sat up, got out of bed, and headed for the shower. As I walked past Der­rick, I hiked up my skirt and winked at him. I was hop­ing he’d under­stand that my not-so-subtle hint was really an invi­ta­tion for him to join me.

I pur­posely left the bath­room door slightly ajar and start­ing to undress. My bare back was toward him, and I could feel him walk­ing towards me. I jumped into the shower and let the water run down over my body. The mix of warm air and cold water on my body was intox­i­cat­ing. As I lath­ered myself with soap, I sud­denly felt Der­rick behind me. I turned to face him and there stood my hand­some older man—naked, full of desire, and with a big smile on his face.

Der­rick grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. With his other hand, he grabbed my hair and gen­tly pulled my head back. His lips pressed against my skin, kiss­ing my neck, and slowly mov­ing down to my chest. His grip stayed firm on my hair and the desire in me grew like wild­fire. The yearn­ing in my body for this man was intense and I could no longer hold back. I moaned as his hands moved down my body.

The moment was ours and I felt like my life had changed for­ever. Love filled the air as the two of us became one—needless to say it was the best sex we had ever had. Lit­tle did I know that in that moment, I really had become the new Mrs. Fried­man, just not in the way I had hoped. That moment was the begin­ning of our end.

  • Robert Van Mierlo Jr

    Moan­ing read­ing this lus­cious story. This is more my style of sex­ual reading.