Unwanted Affair Pt. 02

I hadn't intended to get out of bed, I wanted Bruce to question why I wasn't serving him breakfast today; as I'd always done.

I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon; I donned my robe and went out to find Trevor flipping pancakes.

"Morning," Trevor greeted me cheerfully, he filled a cup and held it to me "I figured after a 'HARD' night with Bruce, you might need some nourishment." He grinned.

"I wasn't even sure you'd be walking this morning." He chuckled.

"I maybe got less sleep than you, I couldn't stop thinking about how alluring you'd look in that sexy lingerie." He chuckled, "I tried pulling a layer or two of skin off my dick."

Trevor put 2 pancakes on a plate and held it out to me.

"I know if it was me in your bed last night, you'd still be under me, and I wouldn't be going to work today." He touched my cheek so very tenderly.

He ran his fingers over my neck "I wouldn't stop until we were breathless, our bodies drenched in sweat, toes curled, bodies vibrating and your legs shaking." He brushed my cheek slightly as he tucked a few locks of my hair behind my ear.

"The neighbors would know my name and they'd be gasping and ask for a cigarette."

He breathed hotly on my neck, whispered so softly in my ear. "As soon as I caught my breath, I'd flip you over for another round; and when we've done it so much, I couldn't get it up, I'd use my tongue and fingers until you cried 'UNCLE' I need a break."

{'Damn I just wanted to drop my robe and embrace him, wrap my legs around him and have him take me right there on the counter, on the table, and again on the floor, or carry me elsewhere; I just wanted him.'}

It took me a second to regain my rational composure.

I formulated a plan, now I need to implement it. "Be patient Trevor, but it won't be a week, most likely tomorrow you can have me."

Trevor, with a beaming smile, kissed my lips intimately, "Oh, so Bruce wasn't 'UP' to saving your marriage" he made air quotes with his fingers, "to accepting your enticing offer?" He put his arms around my torso.

"I was certainly ready for you." He gazed, waiting for me to give the signal; I struggled but remained steadfast.

I shook my head, "He asked me how much they cost and pulled the covers over him, turned out his lamp; not so much as a hug, or kiss good night."

Trevor's blue eyes peered deep, seemingly into my very soul.

The air thickened, my heart pounded; I knew my resistance was to be tested. Was that invisible fine line about to be erased? I didn't know if I could stop myself, or if I wanted to.

Trevor brushed the robe open, brought his fingers up under my breasts to ever so tenderly squeeze them.

"Ashley, you deserve someone who actually sees you, knows what you desire, knows what a woman like you needs and is willing to meet those needs."

His hands roamed with a possessiveness that should have frightened me; but his aggressiveness only added to my burning desire, I resisted previously and only now permitted myself to feel.

My arms went around his neck and our pent-up, primal, passion exploded. We kissed, passionately, feverishly, hungrily.

Then my rational thoughts took over. What if Bruce were to walk in as we were making out? Could I ask him to leave us alone? Would I care? Could I live with myself if I broke my morals and values and succumbed to what I would consider cheating?

I broke off the kiss, shaking my head.

"Wait Trevor," my hands went to his chest; "I do want you; I really... really, want you ... but I don't want Bruce to come in and catch us; I'd consider it cheating and cheating is against my principles."

I twist aside, kiss his cheek.

"I have a plan. Trust me... Tonight, I'll be in your bed tonight."

I kissed him tenderly and left the kitchen.

I passed Bruce in the living room, I sighed, my timing was spot on; he would have caught us.

He grumbled something, but I didn't care; I ignored him and went to my room.

I was both exasperated and elated; frustrated at myself for having to stop Trevor at what was likely going to be a torrid lovemaking session; and excited because our future together looks so bright.

I was feeling sexy and so put on a pair of skimpy red lace panties and matching bra, I chose a brightly flowered, cotton, summer dress.

Whispering to myself, feeling ecstatic, "Well, if today's activities go as planned tomorrow's sunrise should reveal itself on a fantastic future."

I slipped into my dress and skipped like a schoolgirl to the kitchen.

The guys were done eating, Trevor was filling his go cup with coffee, Bruce is just rising from the table.

I head toward Trevor, giving him a wink.

"I was thinking of having sausage tonight, is that ok with both of you?"

Bruce replied, "With perogies and sour cream?"

I gave Trevor a mischievous grin, as he twisted the lid on his cup.

"I was actually thinking with whipped cream and chocolate sauce."

I wriggle my eyebrows at Trevor; knowing by his grin and twinkle in his eye, he understood my insinuation.

"Oh, Ashley don't be silly." Bruce shook his head, turning to leave.

"What on earth has gotten into you?" Bruce stated not expecting a reply, on route to the front door.

Softly, loud enough for Trevor to hear, but not Bruce.

"Nothing's gotten into me for far too long; but tonight, if my plan works out, you will." I cupped Trevor's crotch, gave his manhood a squeeze and raised my voice for Bruce to hear.

"Whipped cream and chocolate sauce on sausage sure sounds delicious to me."

I'm rubbing Trevor's growing member,

I lift to my tiptoes, "Bet you'd enjoy the same condiments on my taco," I whisper breathily in Trevor's ear, "I know I would enjoy you licking me clean?"

Trevor has his arm around my shoulders, he pulls me close, kisses my lips as if he owns me. "If I have to go to work thinking of eating chocolate on your taco, I want to take an appetizer with me to savor at work. "Trevor lifted the hem of my dress, his finger pushed aside my panties, "I can call in sick, we can consummate our union all day."

"Mmmnnggh." I moan as he gently slides his finger into me. "No Trevor, that would be cheating; I devised a plan, I am going my lawyer today." I feel a second finger inject inward and up, his thumb presses on my clitoris.

"Oh, Trevor, Mmmm."

I squirm, his fingers have my undivided attention, my fingers wrap on his wrist, undecided, teetering on if I should stop him, or relinquish. My inhibitions are diminishing like a fog when the sun comes out.

"Mmmnnn." His thumb grazes across my nub as he wiggles his digits in me.

I bite my lip; I'm about to cum.

"Trevor," I pull his hand away, "please wait, just a few more hours."

Trevor winked as his fingers withdrew, lifted to his face, his mouth curled into a wide smile as he inhaled deeply. He had a proud look of dominance as he inhaled sharply.

I gasped, catching my breath that he took away.

"I'll keep dessert warm and wet all day for you Trevor." I primp my dress as I follow him tout of the kitchen.

"Go to work but bring that sausage home ready to rock my world."

There was no turning back, I knew it was inevitable, as did he.

The moment the front door closed, I started to implement my plan; I called my doctor's office demanding the receptionist gives me an appointment today, "I only need 5 minutes, you must squeeze me in, I'm desperate."

"Ok Ashley, be here at 1 and I'll get you in as soon as he returns from lunch."

"Oh, thank you, I truly need this."

After my stop at the lawyer's office to start divorce proceedings, I went shopping, I had a few things I needed to buy to complete my plan.

I was only a few minutes at the Dr's office; then went to a pharmacy and filled my new prescription and went home.

I tossed my purse on the chair got a glass of wine; everything was aligning. I sat in the chair mulling over my plan; of course, Trevor became my focal point.

I began reminiscing the pleasure of Trevor's fingers in me earlier. How easy he manipulated to nearly climaxing.

I finished my wine, I went to Trevor's dresser, I knew exactly what I was searching for, I had done his laundry for a couple months now.

I sat on his bed, fantasizing about what he said last night, 'he'd be here masturbating, if I chose to join him.' And how he suggested he'd 'tried pulling off a layer of skin.'

I checked the trash can, next to his bed, there were several wads of tissue. My mind imagined him, stretched out, right here, those gentle man fingers that took me so quickly to the verge this morning, wrapped snuggly around his dick, jerking off while fantasizing about me in my lingerie.

I put my fingers inside my frilly red panties and slid my fingers down alongside my clitoris, edged my labia lips, lower to my perineum. On the return path upwards, my middle finger dipped between my wet labia. I fell back on the bed, my free hand went under his pillow, brought it to me, I hugged it, his masculine scent filled my nostrils, my middle finger curled into my cunt.

The others squeezed, titillated my fleshy flaps.

I rolled over biting his pillow, to muffle my moans. My hips humping the bed, my finger speeding up, it was quick, mere moments, I climaxed. My forefinger withdrew and delicately caressed my tiny love button as I reveled in temporary bliss, slowly humping my hand, leisurely toying with my pussy as I calmed; my mind focused on Trevor.

I smiled, whispered to the light in the middle of the ceiling, as if it had been watching me.

"I am just keeping it warm and wet for Trevor."

I pulled off my undies, wiped my fingers dry and swiped my pussy vigorously, transferring my scented secretions to my intimate apparel, displaying the wet fabric on his pillow, thinking how our two scents could mingle.

I showered leisurely and made all the required arrangements to complete tonight's mission I had schemed. It took several minutes to finally decide on what I felt would be best to wear, and how I was to greet them when they arrived. I felt that moment carried substantial weight, a dramatic turning point in my life.

I waited for them, lounging on the sofa playing with myself; I wanted my nipples erect, poking hard under my old tee, the one I wore most of Covid lockdown.

Trevor stepped in first, I strolled seductively toward them, like a runway model, purposefully placing one foot in front of the other, my hand on my hip, swaying my derriere. I flipped my tee so Trevor could see I was wearing his leopard spotted bikini briefs.

Trevor's eyes widened with lust, his smile was broader than ever, his white teeth glistening brightly; he noticed his briefs and my erect nipples, he swiped his lips slowly, seductively, with his tongue; that made me even more excited, as if I wasn't already aroused enough.

I put my finger to his lips for him to hush, his tongue swiped it, "Mmmmm, more appetizer." He whispered.

Bruce shuffled in past Trevor, took the beer I held out to him, but he said nothing, no greeting, no look of surprise, not even a lingering glance at my aroused boobs, absolutely, frikkin, nothing.

I guess I wasn't really surprised; I never expected Bruce to react.

This greeting was planned for Trevor.

Gawd, I wanted to slap Bruce; kick him in the nuts. I even considered dropping to the floor, spreading my legs wide and asking Trevor to fuck me in front of the TV to see if Bruce might notice that!

'No Ashley,' I said to myself, 'don't let him ruin the night, stick to your plan!'

Bruce went directly to the couch, slumping down with a thud, after a decent chug of beer asked, "Is the sausage ready, I've been thinking about it all day."

"Me too." I stepped in front of Trevor, my hand lightly gripped Trevor's manhood.

"Not yet," I squeezed again, and rubbed the length of it.

"I'm confident it will be ready soon." I bit my lip, a devilish grin at my pun.

"I've been thinking about it all day too." I teasingly wiggled my bum against Trevor and trotted into the kitchen.

Trevor followed right behind, his hands on my hips; just past the kitchen doorway, out of sight of the living room, he pushed me against the wall. Lifting my wrists above my head. "Damn, you sure do look great, no matter what you wear."

Trevor kissed me passionately, hungrily "and I've been anticipating eating your taco flavor all day." He nibbled my hard nipple through the flimsy fabric.

Ashley feeling his eagerness, his power and passion, inflamed her even more, an additional rush of excitement, she sighed.

Trevor's fingers rubbed my puffy mons pubis. "These are my briefs, I demand you take them off."

"That will be your job, but please," I snaked my arms around his neck, French kissing him, "another hour of patience, my plan is playing out perfectly."

I nuzzled his neck.

"I didn't steal your gitch, I made a trade; I left you mine, displayed them on your pillow, they were well soaked with my cum," I whispered ever so softly "after I masturbated on your bed this afternoon."

His arm went around the small of my back, he touched his lips to the warm flesh of my neck, whispering, "I can't help myself, you've not only been in my dreams, but in my every waking thought; and it amplified when I smelled and tasted you on my fingers today, and now you taunt me dressed like this." He pinched the nipple he suckled moments ago. "I got hard more than a couple times today; and now you tell me you made yourself cum on my bed. Ashley I've been battling for weeks now, restraining myself not to throw you over the table or the back of the sofa and to take you like a feral beast, even without your consent."

Those words went through me like lightening, tingling electricity surging everywhere, warming my heart, my soul, every fiber in my body.

I had to kiss him lecherously.

He put my hand to his shaft, "See what you do to me." He was rock hard.

Trevor lifted the flimsy fabric of my T and rolled both taut nipples, I closed my eyes, moaning, lewdly awaiting his primal, carnal, onslaught.

It had been far too long since anyone besides myself had touched my bare flesh passionately like this. A feeling of sexual intensity that unexpectedly stole my breath, my hands trembling, as I stroked him, my heart pounding against my ribs like it was trying to escape. I don't know where the strength to resist this lust came from.

"Soon," Twisting away. "I went to my lawyer's; my divorce petition is being drawn up."

I pulled my T back down over my boobs,

"I need to do one more thing,"

I moved to the fridge.

"I convinced my doctor today I needed sleeping pills."

I pulled another beer from the fridge, set it on the counter, twisted off the top. Trevor, not totally ready to stop, moved behind me, his hands slid up to get more nipple play, he nibbled my neck.

I opened the pill bottle shook one out onto the counter, crushed it between 2 spoons and scraped the small particles from the spoon into the beer.

I turned holding the beer high, allowing Trevor to continue his booby play.

"Bruce already had one in the first beer; this should put him out until sometime tomorrow." I peered at Trevor with a mischievous grin.

"Then I'm yours." I went into the living room.

Bruce didn't look up, "That sausage ready?" Sounding sleepy.

"Almost, I'll get it out right away;" I snickered, "here, I brought you a fresh beer."

Handing a droopy eyed Bruce the cold bottle.

Bruce took the fresh brew, without interrupting his stare at the TV, chugged nearly half.

Ashley smiled; he wouldn't be much longer to this world.

"We're through Bruce, nothing you can say will change my mind. I went to the lawyers today and started divorce proceedings."

No response, nothing.; I'm sure he heard me, I was loud enough and clear, I didn't stutter.

I shrugged my shoulders, turned away, and as I crossed the room, I looked back adding.

"I'll holler when we're ready to eat."

Returning to Trevor, "Everything I had schemed is done; I told him I'm getting a divorce."

Putting my arms around Trevor, "now that I've told him, I won't have any regrets."

I jumped up wrapping my legs around Trevor's waist.

"Bruce is no longer a part of my future. Now you can write our next chapter."

I pierced his lips with my tongue. Squeezing him tight with my arms and legs.

Trevor placed her with authority on the counter; lifted her chin, so their eye contact was unbroken. Her head tilted, anticipating a passionate kiss her eyes closed.

Anticipating the caress of his lips on mine, my boundary lines dissipated, my fingers cover his on my breast, my legs fall away.

Yes, is the only word my burning, yearning flesh utters; yes, is the word flashing in bright lights like a billboard in my mind's eye.

Softly I murmur, my body trembling, "YES! Trevor, make me yours, take me like you described, however, wherever you want."

Ashley was waiting, willingly; she was his to claim, his to possess, to take, and he intended too. He tipped her head as he swirled his tongue in her mouth.

They weren't just kisses, they were beyond passion and vigor, they were aggressive, ravenous, and unapologetic, meant to conquer.

I moaned, a deep, low, elongated, contented, sighing moan. My arms raised automatically when he lifted my tee.

He bit my lower lip, tender at first, then slightly more, not enough to hurt, but enough to assert his dominance.

Trevor's hands explored, talented fingers roamed, investigated, no fumbling, a confident, sure touch of an experienced lover, knowing where and how to excite his partner.

Smoothing his hands over my chest, he cupped and molded my tits as he continued to suck my lip. He dipped down to nibble and suckle briefly, intimately, on both delightful pink nipples.

Latching onto one, he bit down gently and rolled the erect nub between his teeth.

Ashley groaned her fingers behind his head cradling him.

His warm, moist lips covered my areole, his tongue flicking and swirling around my erect nipple. Another moan, my fingers in his hair pull him tight to my other tit.

My entire body tingling, a swelling of carnal excitement, exhilaration, like blowing a huge gum bubble knowing it's going to burst but nevertheless continue to enjoy it growing. I let myself go, allowing myself to be consumed by the passion Trevor was bestowing upon me.

Trevor's fingers moved lower, teasing my inner thighs, edging the hem of his briefs she was wearing, tormenting her, she emitted a soft growl, widened her legs. She was on the cusp of a climax.

Inflamed with lust; with intense primal passion she ripped opened his shirt, popping the buttons, the scattering buttons making clicking sounds as they bounced.

She buried her face into his neck her fingers went to his back; she raked her nails from bottom to top. Her animalistic passion raging, "Oh gawd Trevor, take me, fuck me like you told me you would, I'm so ready."

She bit his shoulder lightly and raked his back again.

Their tongues were feverishly battling; Trevor's knuckle grazed her labia through the thin fabric of his leopard spotted bikini briefs.

His forefinger slid beneath the hem, then his middle finger joined; twisting his hand, tugging the waistband from her pubes, he pressed his fingertips to her vulva, she squirmed and sighed as the digits wriggled between her wet lips.

He barely touched her tiny bean, and she screamed out,

"OOOHHH, UHH, OOHHH, MYYY, UUHHH, YYYYEEESSSSS!" Releasing several months' worth of euphoric pleasure; Ashley quivered.

Trevor, knelt, his fingers pulled his briefs past her hips.

Ashley called out loudly.

"Bruce it's time to eat."

Ashley barely containing herself chuckled.

"I told Bruce earlier I'd call him when we were ready to eat."

Trevor burst out laughing, he scooped up Ashley, threw her over his shoulder, smacked her bottom and spoke.

"We'll continue this on 'OUR' bed."

"Wait, take me over there," I giggled "the whipped cream and chocolate."

Trevor moved so I could grab the two containers from the counter.

Ashley was hanging over Trevor's shoulder as they passed the snoring Bruce slouched down on the sofa.

There's no denying it I not only thought about it, but I yearned for this moment with Trevor for weeks now.

Why did I waste so many weeks thinking Bruce still cared and might change?

They entered the bedroom, Trevor tossed Ashley on the bed, stood beside the bed, eyes roaming Ashley's naked body, he licked his lips, "Gawd, your breathtaking, stunningly spectacular."

I felt seen, adored, truly desired, a rush of adrenaline, absolutely vibrating inside in anticipation, I was breathing erratic.

It was happening, my life was turning around.

Ashley lifted herself up unto her elbows to watch Trevor as she heard him unzipping his pants. He smiled, hooked his thumbs in the waistband and lowered them teasingly, one side slightly then the other, taking a full minute to push them past his hips and let them fall.

Trevor posed, knowing he was handsome, fit, and endowed slightly above average.

Ashley had a huge smile, her eyes wide as she surveyed his well-tanned, toned, athletic body.

This was her first glimpse of him without clothes since they met months ago, her eyes riveted to his semi erect cock, a fine shaft indeed, circumcised, bulbous purplish head, a full 7" decent girth, all proudly displayed with the base surrounded by neatly trimmed black pubes.

Her eyes twinkled; her lips curled upward at the edges.

"Mmm, very nice Trevor, that should fit perfectly in here."

She lay back, yawned her legs wide nearly doing the splits; her fingers splayed her pink labia.

Trevor grasped her ankles firmly and pulled her toward him.

Her bum on the edge of the bed, he knelt, his tongue licked slowly up the smooth skin of her inner thigh, he traced the border of her trimmed triangle of pubes, tugged the soft curlies with his lips.

"Your aroma is intoxicating. He ran his nose up her slit, followed with his tongue flat, wide, barely touching her dark red labia.

"Your flavor is exquisite, delectable, no need for toppings." He savored the succulent delicacy as if it were his first meal after being lost in the wilderness for several months.

Ashley writhed beneath his tongue teasing, moaning his name, combing her fingers into his hair as she wiggled her hips.

"This is my favorite meal," He delicately licked the outer edge of her labia, nibbled the fleshy flaps, tugged her lips gingerly with his lips. His left hand gently squeezing, fondling her soft breasts, lightly tweaking and rolling her tender, extended, extremely sensitive nipples.

Ashley's hips rolled rhythmically under him; she enjoyed the feel of his 5 o'clock shadow rough against the soft, smooth, skin of her thighs.

He became intently focused on her vulva with his mouth, and tongue, fingers remaining diligent on her tits.

She could tell his actions were unselfish, a controlled eagerness; he was in pursuit of her pleasure, not his.

Her fingers gripped the coarseness of his thick black hair and pulled him in, arching her back forcing her vulva hard against him.

Sensing she was close, he wriggled two fingers into her sopping snatch. His mouth concentrating on her tiny external love button, his digits located her swollen, sensitive G spot, his experienced talents immediately evident.

He was deliberate and focused; Ashley was racing to orgasm at high speed; Trevor knew how to push a woman's buttons; he was driving Ashley to insanity.

The intense sensations from his lips on her clit, the heat, his fingers doing things, invoking sensations inside her, she experienced twinges of contractions she knew she'd never felt before.

"Oh, gawd Trevor, you're terrific."

Clamping my thighs tight around his ears as a wave of emotions washed over me and I relinquished a leg quivering orgasm.

"AAaarrrgghhh, mmmmnnnngggh!"

Trevor persisted, gently pressing fingertips firmly against my inflamed G spot, occasionally massaging or tapping the sensitive area, while maintaining gingerly sucking my clit and pinched my nipples.

Then everything shifted, triggered by a brief, vigorous application of rhythmical friction inside my pussy and a more aggressive sucking on my clit.

I'm overtaken with another shivering climax, my first multiple, ever.

"OOHH MMYY GAAAWWWD!" I convulsed, my hips humped frantically, wildly, I was fearful I'd hurt Trevor, but they were sporadic, I didn't have control.

Our eyes meet, through the valley of my cleavage, a fiery passion and a powerful desire exchanged silently, as he remained munching. My fingers in his hair, I tugged him up.

He maintained eye contact, like a predator cat prowling, he crawled up and hovered over me. His thighs between mine were our only skin on skin contact.

I was a shaking, shivering mess when his pussy-soaked lips covered mine and I tasted myself totally different than ever before.

We were passionately kissing; he balanced on one arm; he brushed his knob along my slit and wiggled his glans over my clit.

I moaned, a deep guttural moan escaped.

A slight adjustment and he parted my labia, his hips moved slightly pressing more of his engorged shaft into me. My arms flung around his neck.

I felt so full. I moaned and hugged him tightly, arching my hips to receive him better.

He withdrew sloth-like, careful, cautious, concerned as to make no mistake, his corona was just outside my vaginal entrance, his cone like glans holding my labia apart. He moved about an inch, back and forth, as if measuring my entrance with his tip.

I emitted another enjoyable moan.

Several calculated, controlled short strokes so his corona ridge stimulated my vaginal vestibule, where the majority of the nerve receptors are located. No deeper, just that short deliberate stroke to stimulate the nerve receptors in that area.

WOW.

I was floating, somewhere above the clouds, enjoying a realm of euphoria, yet Trevor's touch was causing electric sparks and a warmth coursing through every nerve receptor in my physical being.

Gawd, his dickhead's slight movement was sending shivers through me, and I was again on the cusp of climaxing. Trevor knew exactly what he was doing, he slowly pressed in only slightly, pausing momentarily, as if making sure I was mentally with him.

Oh, Gawd was I with him... after 3 or four pauses he proceeded deeper, only stopping when his pubic bone pressed against mine.

Fully stopping, he twerked his solid shaft inside me, no other movement just his pelvic bone pressing mine, his cock twitching in my warm walls.

He rolled his hips, methodically, purposeful, he didn't thrust erratically, willy nilly, hoping for results.

He lowered his mouth to my tit, angled himself so every stroke his knob rubbed my G and his elongated stroke, stimulated my vestibule muscle. His shaft filled my pussy, then practically exited.

He slowed when he felt me almost cum, even stopped a couple times to delay my climax. His rhythm was steady, methodical, almost mechanical, but with such intense feeling.

No doubt he was executing a plan, an exceptional, erotic, primal, euphoric plan and we copulated like this for well more than 1/2 hour.

Our genitals making squishing noises, his body became sweaty.

There was a shift, an intensity growing in his movements, his breathing changed, his face contorted slightly, his nostrils flared, his breathing was almost growling.

His tempo increased, his slapping against me became audible, he began really fucking me, his fingers went under my ass cheeks, dug in lifting me from the bed.

He became ferocious, ramming speeding to a furious pace, my body screaming with delight, the intense aroma of sweaty sex filled my nostrils as mt eyes fixated with his, lust filled.

The result of his sensational actions was indescribable when we erupted together.

His animalistic grunting, my cries of joy.

He held me pinned flat, arms outstretched, his hands gripping my wrists, panting, his dick twitching inside me, releasing his load, my inner muscles pulsating.

My body convulsing legs shaking, he maintained a steady stroke; I called out loudly and shook again.

Drawing back slowly he drove his cock unhurriedly into me again. Pressing holding me down, I quivered yet again, once more releasing a convulsing climax.

He didn't withdraw, just jabbed again, paused, then jabbed again, as if he wanted to get deeper than our pubic bones would allow. Twice more before he relaxed.

Trevor had already given me several stronger, more profound orgasms than I'd ever experienced, and yet somehow, I knew without a doubt he was only just beginning.

We kissed, feverishly, primal, passionate, as he laid motionless on top of me.

He brought his hands from under me and lifted some of his weight from me.

I was savoring the feeling of his still stiff shaft in my silky tunnel, I clenched my vaginal muscles, flexing around his substantial girth in an attempt to caress his manhood, to lovingly milk that wonderous wand that gave me such ecstatic pleasure.

I slowly raked my nails along his backbone, leaving fiery red trails in their wake. I lifted my legs and curled them around his waist dug my heels into the small of his lower back, urging him deeper, then locking my heels behind his back, I thrust upward, wanting more, craving more.

Trevor lifted to his all fours I hung on under him like a koala bear or sloth on a tree branch.

I began swaying as he started pumping. He began to thrust, piston like, long steady strokes, and my body instinctively moved in synchrony, hips rolling thrusting upward, desperate in my attempts to be satiated while giving back to him as he's giving to me.

In a dizzying haze I climaxed again.

HOOLLLEEE FFUUU UUUCK ... TRRREEEEEVVVVVOOOORRRRR!"

He flipped me over, I was still quaking, his hand gripping my waist just above my hip. The second in the dip of my lower back, it slid up and by the time his palm reached between my shoulder blades, he'd forced me down flat to the bed.

I was quivering, my mind a blur, I clenched the bedding, bit the pillow as he easily shoved himself back in my pussy.

His hips pumped in a rhythmic cadence, flattening my buttocks with every ramming stroke.

Driving deeper and harder into me with each thrust. I could feel myself being claimed, possessed by his lustful desire, not just tonight, this felt like forever.

Amid the delightful turmoil I found the energy to turn to look over my shoulder to give him a grateful grin, his grip on my glutes tightened.

"OOHH, GAAWWD, YEESSSS, TREVVVORRR... TAAAKE MEEEEE!"

I was climaxing again.

My ass cheeks clinched, he pounded my ass ferociously, the sensations he was creating inside me exploded into a flood of ecstasy that radiated out through every pore in my body.

"GGEEEEE- ZUUUUZZZZ, KKKEEE -- RYSSSST." I wailed.

"NNUUUNNGGHHH!" Trever grunted, his sweaty body fell on me, gasping, struggling to breath. His hips still rocking for several moments.

A deep sigh, he rolled aside taking me with him, his arms surrounded me, cocooning me, spooning he ever so tenderly kissed my neck.

No words were exchanged none were needed, we'd communicated perfectly over the past couple hours.

I snuggled my bum against him, held his embrace and cooed.

Trevor treated me with just the right balance of gentleman and beast.

His neck kissing became earlobe tugging and nibbling, his embrace quickly became fondling, and I felt him stiffen behind me again.

"Ashley, I can't get enough of you."

He whispered softly,

"If you're satiated for now, I respect that, and I'll try and go to sleep."

I thought I was, but his offer excited me, "I can sleep when I'm alone,"

I rolled over.

"Want me to get the condiments?"

He rolled over dragging me on top of him.

"Not tonight I want you, just as you are, how God created you, gorgeous, natural, raw and sexy as fuck."

I lowered myself onto him, rode him cowgirl style.

To my delight, he was insatiable, unbelievable stamina, I'm sure I was somewhere north of 4 more orgasms when he rolled me aside.

I was wrong expecting a break; he didn't soften and adoringly gave me what I'd been missing for so long, sex in several more positions.

It was past 3am when I declared, "'UNCLE' I need a break; I need to pee, I need some hydration."

We not only consummated our new union, but we also tested the endurance of the bed.

Let me assure you, I am beyond so much happier right now than I was on my wedding day and honeymoon.

Bursting with excitement, glowing, radiating with glee, ecstatic beyond belief, reveling in post-orgasmic ecstasy.

I went pee and wiped my bottom with a warm wet cloth. Taking several moments to relish in the afterglow of such immense joy and being grateful Trevor found me.

I returned to bed to cuddle, and we snuggled together, finally spent, finally ready to surrender ourselves back to rational existence. No longer in the grips of lust, and for the moment, it no longer held us captive.

We were free to be an intimate couple, free to exist in a world outside of our sex.

We fell asleep snuggle bumming, immense comfort in the cocoon of his arms, my hands on top of his, his fingers lovingly cupping my boob.

He obviously awoke first and when I became aware I wasn't dreaming; his girth was slipping into my soaking wet, aroused pussy from behind.

"MMmmm," I moaned, "what a wonderful wake up call." I sooner than expected relinquished yet another thrilling orgasm.

"Put that new lingerie in a travel bag, we'll go for brunch then I'm taking you to motel for the remainder of the weekend."

As we were about to leave, I said, "Wait, there's something I want to do." I went in the kitchen picked up my old t-shirt, Trevor's buttonless shirt and his leopard print briefs, I placed them strategically on the sofa and left a trail to the bedroom.

I kissed Trevor. "When Bruce wakes up, he might recognize what happened."

Trevor didn't go to work Monday, we remained in the hotel bed until past noon, then went to the lawyers to pick up the divorce papers.

That evening when Bruce came home, we were waiting in the big armchair, me on Trevor's lap; he in his briefs, me wearing only panties, his arm around me, cupping my breast.

Bruce didn't speak, minimal eye contact, he sat in his usual spot on the sofa.

I slid the divorce papers on the coffee table toward him, lifted the pen for him.

Bruce didn't complain, never said a word, he signed the papers willingly. Went to the bedroom, after he packed a bag and was leaving, he stopped at the door turned looking directly at me, making eye contact, something he hadn't done in months, it was as if he finally 'saw' me and he spoke.

"I was truly surprised you didn't cheat sooner; I didn't think you'd resist Trevor even a month." He grinned, "I knew he was right for you, I knew it was inevitable, so, I didn't complicate things... I waited."

Bruce pulled the door shut behind him.

Trevor and I sat there, looking at each other... stunned.