Broken, Marked or not . You are mine!

He kissed her at the back door as she returned home. " How was your night?"

" It was ok! Yesterday's adventures were better than this morning. Could you please help me up the stairs? " she said feeling pain soaring up her leg.

He looked down and saw her foot was swollen about double its usual size. She was limping; but in his excitement that she had come home he had failed to notice. He knew she had taken the day off to spend time with some other men. This included a man who was mentoring her in some Eastern love making techniques. His emotions had been running hot and cold for the last 24 hours. The thought of other men touching her and claiming his pussy was sometimes too much for him. At other times he found it arousing and exciting. He had no idea how he was going to greet her until she came home. When he saw her he only wanted to kiss her and take her upstairs to fuck her himself. He may lend her to others but she was his.

Now, he was very concerned. She was not supposed to get hurt and the look on her face showed she was in a lot of pain. He helped her to the bedroom and went to get some ice and wraps for her leg and foot. He recalled a sex blog post that her friend LFM had written on being " Marked " or having lovers leave a mark. He smiled. " She came home this time with a big mark" he thought.

He came back to the room and started to massage her leg and ice it down. She looked so sexy with her bra less breasts underneath the black scoop tee that showed her cleavage so well. Her shorts let him peak to her pussy where a thong barely covered her. He would have her later , her pain was too great now.

He looked at her and teased . " Your boyfriends are going to have to stop playing so rough. It is one thing to leave a mark, it is another for him to try and claim the whole leg and foot! " he said laughing.

She laughed and said " You should have never read LFM's post. Now, I will never live this mark down for the rest of our marriage. I can tell you are not going to let me forget this morning ".

" No my darling , I am not ". But you have no idea how happy I am that you returned to me. Broken, marked, or not, you are mine! "

Yes, they both knew their marriage would survive her infidelity and that whatever had taken place with others would not come between them. He was not sure until he saw her at the back door. She never had a doubt but wondered how he would take her injury.

He let the ice do its healing. He laid down next to her on the bed removing her shirt and sucking the breasts she had shared with others. Her hands were on his head and she was kissing him gently. Their lips met and soon he was inside of her being very careful not upset the ice that surrounding her bandaged ankle. Her marriage reunion was now complete. But her lover's mark which occurred on his stairs would take weeks to heal. To this day the ankle occasionally reminds her of his mark and she smiles recalling the adventures of the day with him and the others she played on her erotic day off.

Posted by E.B.B.


Forgiveness

It is amazing how often during our own infidelity we refuse to forgive others for what we are guilty of ourselves.

During the afterglow of sex in the arms of my lover, I listened to his pain and concern on the state of his marriage. I am his mistress, best friend, lover, adviser, and silent business partner. He tells me all of the stuff he dares not say to his wife, kids, in laws and others.

So, while holding me in his arms and fondling my breasts, he begins to rant.He tells me that him and his wife have never been on the same page during their entire marriage. The kicker began when his said, " Her having an affair and cheating on me during the first year proves it." He went on to talk about how her cheating during that time is still a source of pain and anger. How it makes her statements in counseling are hypocritical etc. She is the one always holding the grudge. Never, forgiving me for my cheating etc.

It was one of those moments when all you could do was take a deep breath, reflect that at the moment you had his cum flowing out of you and on to him as your bodies were still intertwined, and smile. I reached for his balls and gently fondled and squeezed , raising my face to kiss him.

I lovingly advised, " Love, it is time to release your pain and truly forgive her for that first year affair." I was by now stroking him. His cock was aroused and would soon be ready to fuck again.

" I don't think I ever can" was his reply. It was a painfully truthful answer. " I am tired of being the bad guy, of not having an intimate loving marriage,and living with someone I don't like for the sake of my children."

We were by now fucking doggy style. His fat cock rubbing my g spot into an orgasmic tizzy. My head is in the pillow. My ass in the air as he fucked me senseless into an orgasmic bliss. He was pounding my cunt as he ranted, whined, and moaned about twenty years of hell.

In my orgasmic state, my kegels grabbed and squeezed his cock harder and harder with each thrust. Suddenly I hear, "Damn, you are so good."

As he lays down beside me. We move into 6/9. He begins to drink the juices of our lovemaking. He makes another comment and I gently say, "So, are you ready now to forgive and release the pain so you can love her?" " You are choosing to remain with her why not make it more pleasant?"

I realized I wasted my breath as he was lost in his delight of my pussy. We continued to play and it was evident that his pain from time to time still crossed his mind. There were events and reasons for this happening beyond my control. He obviously just needed me to listen for my words fell on deaf ears.

In the journey beyond monogamy forgiveness is an essential ingredient. We have to give forgiveness to others when they explore outside our relationship in order for them to reciprocate. If either party in the relationship holds onto the pain and chooses not to forgive and release it; a festering wound develops. My lover cannot see his hypocrisy in failing to forgive his wife for a sexual fling decades ago while having an affair currently. He has nurtured his wound and it now blinds him to the reality of his current situation. He describes life as a catch 22. He fails to see that forgiveness is the key to his future happiness.

He is right. His wife does hold grudges and does not forgive easily. She will never forgive the infidelity he committed she knows about. He embarrassed her as far as she is concerned with her family and community. She has made her lack of forgiveness clear to anyone that will listen. I got an earful at a national retreat when her friends used her and her family as an example of a couple that needs to separate. When I put two and two together after the example was given. I just smiled. I could not participate in the discussion for it was too close personally and no one expected me to have any knowledge of the couple. I discovered in listening that others have observed what I know to be true.

I am not in an NSA relationship with this man. It would be easier if it was but I care deeply for him. His lack of forgiveness for his wife makes me uneasy at times. For in all relationships illicit or legal there are times when someone gets hurt, or is unfaithful, or angry over something that occurs. Forgiveness is the key for all relationships. You cannot force someone to forgive. You can only hope and pray that they will choose to do so.

So if you are thinking of journeying to the other side of monogamy make sure you are prepared to forgive others for there will be much to forgive along the way. If you are a couple considering opening your marriage have some candid discussions. Be honest, it is not a time to clam up and not say how you really feel about seeing or knowing your partner sexual adventures with others. If you choose to cheat on your spouse do not assume that you are the only one cheating. You may later be surprised so you must be prepared to forgive as well. Life beyond monogamy is an adventure that requires frequent checks of ones emotions, desires, and expectations. Enjoy the ride but pack some forgiveness along to share.

E.B.B.

Scared

Bad sex is tough enough when it occurs in a NSA situation on a one night stand. But when you live with the person and must wake with them morning after morning it can become unbearable.

It took over two years of therapy before the dynamite keg was truly discussed. The elephant in the room was finally acknowledged. They yelled and screamed at each other leaving the therapist speechless. Through the noise it was clear that both were emotionally lonely and that intimacy was lacking. Sex was a marriage duty that occurred rarely and for both was something to be endured not enjoyed.

She blamed his job and time away from home. He blamed her health and her hygienic situation. She went ballistic over the hygiene issue and blamed his infidelity earlier in their marriage. Whenever, she got backed into a corner or was asked to make changes in her behavior she always brought the circumstances of their separation a few years ago up. He is an unfaithful cheater and she is a candidate for sainthood. Her unfaithfulness very early in her marriage to this man was not on the table in her mind for discussion.

The truth is she finds sex painful and always has found it emotionally difficult. She has never had sex without crying. She will tell her partners it is tears of joy but really she is trying to mask the pain of spasms she cannot describe that make penetration painful despite the lack of muscle tone in the vaginal area.

Her enormous body felt as sexy as a tent awning. Her body image filed bankruptcy years ago. It was not just sex that was painful, walking could make her wince and waddle. She could not exercise to lose weight without extreme pain. Not losing weight created its own problems in health, body image, and sex. But in the therapist office she was in denial. Her mantra was her husband was not meeting her needs and not spending time with her. She would change nothing but expected him to be ordered to service her. Her bitterness at her prior husbands unfaithfulness and her lack of forgiveness of his sin had nothing to do with her attitude with the current one.

He had long since fallen out of love with his wife. He tolerated her as the mother of his children. Her sarcasm and judgmental attitude had long since drained any love for her except as a co parent. Their intimacy problems were wrecking the family and he knew it. The kids were in the cross fire and acting out. His wife and him had no teamwork and would betray each other by allowing the kids to divide and conquer on rules, privileges, and punishments when the other was not around. He had dropped looking at porn but needed something to fantasize about to get an erection when he was expected to have sex with his wife. Making love to her was like fucking a land flubbing walrus. Legs spread and no reciprocal affection or motion could be expected. He was expected to do all the work. It bothered him that in the morning when his boner did rise on its own she was not open to even masturbating him , or allowing him to fuck her at that time. She hated oral and rarely maybe once a decade would offer such affection.

The session was a disaster. They left hurt and angry with each other. She went home to cry and take a sedative to make her sleep. He went to work and fumed. He was horny and knew that his needs meant nothing to her.

Several clients later he realizes it is late and his driving is getting erratic. He pulls into a truck stop motel to sleep. There is a bar and he decides to get a drink. He soon finds himself flirting with a woman at the bar. She is not nearly as big as his wife but she is still a BBW but what a rack. She is giving him a great view and before long his hands are roaming beneath her skirt. She directs his hand to her pussy and offers to play with his cock. Before long they are naked in his room. She is all play and he marvels what a pleasure to have sex with someone who does not look in pain or crying with every touch. He cums with an orgasm that rocks his balls hard and sends him to a place he had not been for a very long time. She smiles for it was great sex for her too, cleans up and with a kiss she is gone. He sleeps soundly in a white sleep that is deeper than any he has had for a long time.

It disturbs his wife when she wakes and realizes he is not home. She knows they last spoke in anger and starts to cry as the emotional loneliness overtakes her. She knows she has got to take action but feels powerless. The therapist in their couples therapy and her own provider have not been effective in helping her improve herself or her marriage. She loves him but knows she is losing him. What she does not understand is she has lost him in so many ways more than just sexually.

He comes home and decides that he would be better off plunging into work. So his days become longer and on the nights he does not come home he is looking for NSA.

One day he notices a book by a talk show host by the bed. Worse, he gets an email from his wife totally out of character for her. She was not into writing I love you emails and how wonderful you are to me stuff. She did not do it in their good times and he choked as he read it now. The irony was that he got the email after she had just bit his head off for not being available to assist with a pickup of a child due to a business trip. He calls a friend who has tried to help him cope with his marriage. He reads the email and she tells him the book the passage with a few changes came out of.

"How did you know she was reading that book?" he asked.

"Did I tell you?"

"No, but I am familiar with the exercises and the book"

" You wife is doing her homework trying to flame your desire for her by being nice to you." his friend adds.

" You mean she is doing the marriage self help homework?"

" Yes, she is "

" She needs to back it up with action and not just words" " She has done this before and never gets to making any real changes. " " She just writes and says stuff that it is obvious she does not mean". says the distraught husband.

A few weeks later , the phones rings. " You will not believe what she is reading now?" " She ordered a book on Sex by a Christian author ". I found it by the bed.

" Please tell me she is not going to want me to do more for her than I do already."

" I really hate sex with her" he complained followed by a tidbit. " Sex on the road is now happening more and more."

" I really like some of the women I have fucked. The truck motel is getting to be my favorite lucky spot."

" You are getting too lucky for your own good. " You wife is planning to winning you back". says his friend.

" She does not know I am cheating" says the delusional husband.

" That is what you think, and for now she will deny it to herself. But on some level she knows and she is not the fool you take her for at times. " says the friend.

" How do you know her so well?" " You two have only met for a moment a long time ago". says the husband.

" She is more like the woman I was than I want to admit. She is no different than many I know . " " The question is whether she is going to do the homework in a certain chapter of that sex book and whether you are ready for it? "

" How do you know that book so well?"

" I read it and it blew husband's mind when I did the homework I just mentioned."

" Well you could do that homework with me? I will let you practice on me anytime" says the husband who loves to fuck his friend in his dreams but she has never allowed such intimacy.

" Sorry, I am not your wife, but yours is about to unleash a force of marital sexual energy if she buys in to some of the lessons of that chapter. "

" That is scary. This whole Christian sex book business is scary. I don't want her and she just needs to leave me alone." " I cannot have sex with her anymore"

" Excuse me, but you have a ten year plan to stay married to this woman and raise children with her. " " Unless you have picked up an STD you will be having sex with her if you know what is good for you" " If not, kiss you business and kids good bye if she finds a good divorce lawyer." the friend counters.

" She would never...." says the friend getting more scared by the minute.

" Oh, please, after her reaction to your non STD rash do you think if you give her an STD from cheating she is not going to rake you through court? "

" That is why I am not going to have sex with her anymore?" " I don't have an STD but I cannot pass her anything if we are not having sex."

The phone rings in the middle of the night. She is on a business trip in another time zone. His friends answers through the fog of her own dreams.

" Damn, she grabbed my dick for a BJ at 4 am this morning and then wanted sex in the shower". " She has never desired my morning wood before."

" Did she taste the blond from your midnight quickie? "

" Damn, How did you know about that? " " Do you have a cam following me around? "

She smiled he is so blissfully ignorant about the sex blogs on and off the dating sites. She had read earlier a post on a blog of an acquaintance about a mercy fuck. It did not take long to figure out who it was. The post had some very descriptive clues. Brain surgery was not required knowing the blogger's close proximity to her friend's hang outs when he is on the prowl. It did not hurt she was blogging about some of the same locations and places he was calling her from and describing to her over the past few weeks. She had gotten an email from the blond blogger confirming her suspicions a couple of hours ago. She had laid down trying to figure out how to reply to that email that read like an erotic story on AFF. His phone call woke her up.

She said to her friend quietly, " You don't want to know all my secrets". " How was the BJ? " " Did you take my advice on positioning her for the shower sex?"

" I am scared she really liked sex in the shower and said she will be getting up with my hard on more often". " I don't want her " " This is a nightmare"

" If she is happier and less sarcastic because you had sex it will be worth it." " If you two have more intimacy and teamwork in bed it will carry forward to how you manage the kids."

" I have not seen that improvement yet"

" In time , she can't implement both books simultaneously all the time. It takes time to change sexual habits, appetites and start to give more than receive. " " You are going to have to share that scared boner of yours with her every time she desires it. " " My advice is to clean it well and make sure no trace of another female can be found on you even in your private parts. "

" How am I going to do that? She already found blond hair in my ball area this morning? I told her it was from the lady that did the laundry last week when the washer broke." " I can't do this. She cannot spark me to desire her again."
"Damn, just the thought of her wanting more sex more often makes even my boner scared" But he is aroused just talking about the blond from the previous night hair in his private parts. " He plays with himself as the conversation continues.

" Good, think of her but fuck you wife." " Scared or not you have two good reasons to try to get the feeling back with her and if it takes some mental crutches in the mean time go for it. But stop cheating for a while and give her a chance. "

Click, The cell phone connection died. Network busy... Her guess the network was not the only busy thing on his end of the phone. As she laid back down she could see him jacking off in her dreams. He may be scared of his wife's sexual expectations but he was not stupid. He loved his children and lost them during their last separation. He vowed he would never leave again until they were grown. His friend knew and understood.

He smiled as he jacked off in his vehicle. He knew his friend was right about trying to work things out with his wife.."Now, isn't there a quote about love overcoming fear?" he thought as he started to drive again. If so, it would be her concern overcoming his fear of his wife's love and passion when his own was long since gone...

She went to sleep knowing she must slip out of his life for him to be more intimate emotionally with his wife. But she would save that discussion for later. He was truly scared enough at the moment. She needed to help him be receptive to his wife's attentions. She would let him go soon enough..her days in this emotionally polygamous-like on one side but emotional cheating on another relationship were numbered. Her husband knew all but his wife was not informed. The wife was jealous of any women in his life, including his sister, except their children. The friend was afraid he would find life without her too scary at this moment.. If she shared that she was letting go of him and their intimate relationship as well. She knew for him to bond with his wife it would be necessary. She sighed as she drifted off to sleep.

by E.B.B.




Gushing

by Polly Amorie

He turned his head and looked at her over his shoulder, as he closed the refrigerator door. Her wrists were bound by leather cuffs, and attached by chains to a steel bar suspended from the ceiling. She looked him straight in the eye as she grasped the bar, and swung her body gently back and forth, her toes not moving from their spot.

"What are you doing? What do you have in store for me?"

His face suddenly altered from its usual sweet and cheery smile to a darkly mischievous evil grin -- his eyebrows drawing closer together; his dark eyes flashing. Ostentatiously he placed his hand behind his back, discernibly concealing something in his hand.

"Stand still. And spread those legs. I have a surprise for you."

Obediently she stopped swinging, and planted her feet firmly on the floor, apart. Her cunt was a little tender, and throbbed incessantly from much previous fucking that day, but she still felt it awaken with desire and anticipation once again at the thought of him.

He wheeled towards her, not taking his eyes from hers, until she was straddled across him, but not touching him. One hand behind his back, he ran an insolent finger up her inner thigh, and watched her visibly shudder with excitement.

"Gonna make that pussy wet again. Dripping wet. Literally."

She moaned softly, and then sighed with joy when he revealed the contents of his hidden hand to her. A hand-crafted glass dildo. Cold from the refrigerator. Their eyes locked again.

"You want this, you dirty little girl?"

"Yes. Please."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. With that. Make me gush... again."

"Dirty girl. Nasty little slut."

"Your nasty little slut."

"Yes. You. Are!"

On his last syllable, he slid the dildo straight into her cunt, and she couldn't help but gasp at the deliciously cold hard feeling. He held it in place for a second, until he felt her relax around it, and then, steadying himself by spanking his palm down on her ass and holding her still, he thrust it into her, hard. He hit her g-spot square on and began a steady rhythm, fucking her with the dildo, and feeling her grind onto it.

"Hold it in there for a moment."

She clenched her pussy muscles tightly around the glass, thanking heaven for her nightly Kegels ritual exercises. He wheeled around to the back of her, and reached between her already slippery thighs to continue his pumping rhythm while he simultaneously tickled her clit. He did this oh-so-softly, but it was still enough to cause her moans to rise several decibels.

"Oh my god. Oh my god! OH MY GOD!!"

She felt her orgasm grow closer and closer.

"You love it, don't you? You. Love. When. I. Fuck. Your. Hungry. Wet. Pussy."

Each burst of speech indicated a further and deeper thrust of the dildo. With a wail of abandon, she came. She shuddered and gasped as the orgasms faded, and then rose again to a further crescendo as he ruthlessly continued to pump and thrust the dildo onto her g-spot and she came again, gushing like a fountain and raining come all over his hand, and the floor.

"Oh. My. God. (pant, pant) That was amazing. Fuck. (pant, pant, pant). Nobody does that like you do, baby. Nobody fucks me like you do. And nobody ever makes me come like you do."

His evil grin intensified.

"Just wait until later tonight. We can test that claim, when my friend comes over."

"Your (pant, pant) friend?"

"Yes. The one who you're going to fuck. On my command."

to be continued...

Intensity and Submission

My first post was called "Rough Beginnings" and la fille mariée said... "It sounds like an agonizing beginning, certainly. Did the feeling of "giving in" add to the experience for you, or take away?" It is where I want to start this post.

For the sake of the story let's call him John. I don't know if it was finally giving in to what I had desired for a long time and knew there were reasons that it was wrong at the time or John but the behavior that night between us set the tone of the relationship for the future. It also eventually led to the end between us. After that night we saw him together as a threesome several times, and it got better each time. I saw him alone a few times as well. For a long time there was nobody else as we worked through the emotions that first night and all that followed. But we couldn't stay away from him.

That first night I went to him- as much as I could. He responded to me, but then he would turn me away and push me back to my husband. He would hold me there in his arms. When you are with the man you love and desire another man sexually there is a lot of internal guilt. What do you do and who to you go to physically? John solved that problem because he instinctly knew that the couple came first and he was going to respect that as much as he could. Or perhaps he was just afraid of ending the night too early to meet his own needs if he didn't!

At the time, I relished the sense of control that he exerted both physically and mentally. I had fought hard, but at this time I was giving up, and I was going to enjoy what we were doing. I fully anticipated that there would be problems afterwards based on the past, but I no longer cared. It was intense. I was submitting, but more I had the sense that he could truly dominate me and take control when he was more comfortable with both of us.

So began the future. John wanted a slut. Someone that he could push the limits on. I loved what he could teach me and the challenges. I initially called him "Master" as a joke. Then he wanted to demand it, but I gave it out of pleasure. My husband wanted to see me with someone else. If he had listened John would have known how to control me. He didn't really, he was selfish and only wanted me to please him. He forgot that I needed pleasure too. As my husband and I solved more problems I found my own strength again.

by NightStar

The Planning Stage

by Polly Amorie

- Do you have a hairdryer?

- A what?

- Hair. Dryer. You know. Like, to dry hair.

- No, but i can borrow from my neighbour.

- No, no, it's OK. I'll bring mine.

- A hairdryer? What on earth for?

- To blow dry my hair, of course. I can't go out to dinner with bed hair.

- Who said we're going out to dinner? Who said i was going to allow you to leave my bed?

- Oh you will. If you want that threesome, i recommend feeding me first.

- I think we can arrange something. (giggles)

- If you want more than a threesome, i recommend that you throw something else into the pot as well.

- Don't worry, i have everything organised and ready for you. Yes, even to suit your most neurotic mood. Including a little glass something in the refrigerator.

- Damn, i cannot wait to see you. I bet you have that evil look in your eye right now.

- I do. (pauses) I'm thinking about spanking you.

- *whimpers*

- With my hand and...

- And..?

- And... with my flogger.

- Sounds divine. Is there anything I should bring?

- Yourself. A dress. Oh, and a dearth of underwear. You won't need it.

to be continued...

Rough beginnings!

It started with fantasies told in the bedroom. Eventually the settings became more and more realistic. The stories involving another man became more prevalent and my husband was more aroused by them. I think that I knew before he did that he wanted to make this a reality. That he wanted to watch me fuck another man. That was the beginning. We moved slow, very slow compared to what I know others have done. For years, I fought the idea. I fought for several reasons, but the biggest one was hidden from my husband. Even if this was something we might consider in the future, there were reasons that it was not the right time now. We had other issues regarding our own sexuality that needed to be solved first.

A weekend trip led to a dance with another man and a passionate kiss on the dance floor, but nothing more. Unplanned and unexpected, but it was the beginning. We all burned with desire. I remember his eyes still. It took years before we took another step, but the pressure began. He didn't mean to pressure me, but it existed anyway. Eventually, I decided that when we went out one night, I was going to make every effort to find another man to join us for the night. He would see me with someone else and it could end. It wouldn't matter anymore.

I found someone that night, he was younger than he looked and more forgettable than I'd like to admit. Yet, he started another round of emotional storms. There were no real decisions made, it had only been the spontaneous events of one night. I was fighting again. My husband wasn't sure what he wanted. The roller coaster had begun.

On our vacation, we agreed that we were backing away from everything. That we wouldn't play any games with others except dancing if that came up. It made it safe to go dancing. I didn't have to worry about what might happen. I didn't have to feel as if I was going to fight. Make no mistake, I fought the idea and I fought my own desire. The idea of sex with another man wan immensely attractive. I wanted it, but felt it was wrong.

So, two weeks later we went dancing. I never looked around, but someone was watching me. He saw me for over an hour and a half before he was close enough that I saw him. In the end, he was the one that suggested that all of us go somewhere. In the end, my husband was the one that held a condom in the palm of his hand for me to see that night, and I was the one that looked down and gave up.

We found a hotel, and it was great. He pushed me away from him and toward my husband. We drove home as the sun rose that night. It was really the start of where we are now. We saw him several times, and may yet again. There have been others since as well. The beginning was rough. There were many conversations and a lot of tears. The journey has not been easy, but it is ours. I will tell more of it in time. We are accepting where we are now. I wear a "soul mate" necklace and I will never leave him.

by NightStar