by BigTexan ©
 He winced but didn't say anything. "Say something you
bastard! We've been married less than a year and you're already
fucking around on me! You fucking bastard! Haven't I been the
perfect wife? Haven't I given up enough for you? You, you fucking
prick!" Linda's eyes flashed with anger, turning a bright green that
set off her flaming red hair beautifully. "Linda please." "Please
what? What do you want from me? You want me to say it's okay for you
fuck around on me? You want me to invite this woman into our bed?
You fucking bastard! I hate you! Get the fuck out." She grabbed a
lamp from a nearby end table and slung it at him, only it's cord
saved him from being hit. A ceramic coaster holder followed the
lamp, but with better results, striking him on the shoulder. Mark
covered his face with his arms and rolled out of the chair. A heavy
paperweight bounced off the floor near his head and he scrambled to
the door. His suitcase was still in the car and he drove off to find
a hotel room. He knew Linda. She'd calm down ... eventually. Well,
at least enough that she wouldn't be throwing things. Tomorrow was
Saturday. Maybe he'd call her then, or on Sunday. He picked the
first hotel he passed and paid for two nights, with luck he wouldn't
need more. Or at least he'd know if he needed to find more permanent
housing. He collapsed on the bed and sank into a tired, guilty
sleep. It was morning when he woke up. He picked up the phone to
call Linda, but the voice that answered was not his wife's. "Trisha,
is that you?" "Yeah, oh Mark? Mark, I'm so glad you called. I was
afraid you wouldn't and I've been thinking of nothing but you since
you left." He didn't know why he'd called Trisha, but the sound of
her voice made him feel so much better. "Oh Trisha, I have so
screwed up my life." "You told your wife didn't you?" Her tone sank
from bright and happy to flat, but not angry. "Yeah, I, I had to. It
wouldn't have been right not to." "She didn't take it well I guess?"
"Not really, about like I expected. I'm in a hotel room." "Well, you
know, college is out next week and I could come stay with you. My
mom lives in Austin anyway and I've been meaning to go see her. It's
been a while." "You haven't seen your mother? Why not?" "Long story.
She got married last fall and never told her new husband about me.
There was a," she paused and took a deep breath,"problem. She had a
hard time with it. That's why I went to Houston to school." "I'm
sure she's proud of you and whatever problem there was, it will work
out." "Thanks. See you're so sweet to me. Here you are sitting in a
hotel room 'cause of me and you still make me feel good. God, Mark,
I love you." "I love you too Trisha. That's the problem." "'Cause
you still love your wife, huh?" "Yeah. I'm all fucked up Trisha."
They talked for another hour and then finally said goodbye. Mark
felt better but still ached inside. He sat there for a long time
thinking about what he should do. Then he picked up the phone again
and this time carefully dialed his own home phone number. A busy
signal buzzed in his ear and he hung up again. Once again the sobs
wracked his body. What was he going to do? He had fucked up bad and
knew it. He loved Linda intensely but that one night with Trisha had
been a golden heaven and he truly loved her too. Could he love her
after one night? Was it just his balls talking? Deep inside Mark
knew it was more than lust. Her personality, so like Linda and yet
so different, was just what he wanted. He did love her and he didn't
want to lose her. He dialed his home again and this time the
answering machine picked up. "Uh, Linda this is Mark. I wanted to
talk to you again, but I know you probably don't want to speak to
me. If you change your mind, I'm at the ..." He frantically looked
around the room for the name of the hotel. "the uh, the holiday inn
on 19th ave. The number here is uh, 555-1441 and I'm in room 125.
Please call me." He hung up the phone and decided to take a shower,
that way if Linda called back and wanted to meet somewhere he
wouldn't stink. He'd still be a lousy son-of-a-bitch, but he
wouldn't smell bad. Later, he was once again laying on the bed
wondering what he was going to do. The jangle of the phone startled
him and he leapt for it, grabbing it off it's hook. "Hello." "Hi
Mark." "Hi Trisha, thanks for calling, I'm about to go nuts here."
"I'm driving up tonight. My first final is on Wednesday, so I have
some time. Can I stay with you, at least tonight." "Of course." He
closed his eyes, this would only make things worse but how could he
refuse her. "Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you. By the way, I
talked to mom on the phone. She wants to see me." "But you're
staying with me?" "Yeah, she said I couldn't stay with her." "Oh,
I'm sorry Trisha." "Not your fault. I'll tell you more when I get
there. I love you." "I love you too." Mark decided that as long as
he was going to do this, he might as well do it right. He
straightened up the room and then drove down to a store not too far
away. He picked up a bottle of wine and some flowers. Back at the
hotel, he waited as the minutes drug into hours. Just as he thought
he would explode there was a knock on his door. When he opened the
door, Trisha stood there smiling. She threw herself onto him,
kissing him and hugging him. "Hi Mark," she said finally with a
glowing blush on her face. "Hi Trisha." Without thinking he swept
her from her feet and carried her into the room, both of them
giggling like children. "Are you hungry?" "Just for you." Trisha
smiled as she said it and then kissed him again as he put her down.
She smiled up at him and slowly slid down to her knees in front of
him. Without taking her eyes off his face she unbuckled his slacks
and then unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor. Still gazing
into his eyes, she slid his briefs down, releasing his cock. Then
she cupped his hardening tool in her hands and licked it from the
base to the head. "I love the way your cock tastes." She slipped his
cock head into her mouth and began to suck gently on it. Pushing
more and more of his cock into her mouth she began to fuck him
slowly. Mark closed his eyes, only Linda had ever given him head
this way. Most women did it because their partner wanted it, but
Linda and Trisha both did it because they loved doing it. He looked
down as the head of his cock pressed against the back of Trisha's
throat. God it felt so good. She pulled back, sliding his cock
slowly out of her mouth and then licking around the head before
diving back onto his shaft. She cupped his balls in her hand and
slowly massaged them as she sucked his cock. "God Trisha, you are so
good." "Mmmph" She pulled off his cock and grinned up at him. "You
like it hmmm? Am I good little cock-sucker for you? A hot enough
little tramp. Your sweet little slut? Maybe you'd like to fuck my
pussy? Maybe you'd like to fuck my ass?" "Oh God Trisha." He felt
his balls begin to swell and he knew he was close to cumming. "I'm
gonna cum, baby." "Yeah, show me how slutty I am, cum on my face.
Come on lover, shoot your load all over my face." Trisha began to
pump his cock slowly and her other hand slid back from his balls
until her finger pressed against his ass. As her finger slid inside
him he blew his load. The first spurt of jism splashed across her
face stretching from the corner of her mouth, across her nose and up
into her hair. She opened her mouth and licked at the cum on her
lips and Mark aimed his next shot into her mouth. She smiled up at
him, showing him his cum and he blew again into her nasty face.
"Mmmm, I love the taste of your cum, but I really want you to fuck
me. Fuck me good and hard and then take me out to dinner." She
guided his softening cock back into her mouth and slid her tongue
down his shaft. Pulling back she looked up at him again. "Fuck me.
Give my your cock. Make me scream for more and then cum in my pussy.
I'm not on the pill. You might make a baby in me. Do you want that?
I do. I want to have your baby." Mark looked down at her. She looked
so nasty and yet so sweet and innocent. The paradox confused him but
turned him on even more. She wasn't quite young enough to be his
daughter, not unless he'd started very early, but still she was much
younger than him and yet there she was, on her knees, asking him to
make her pregnant while she sucked his cock. His cock sprang back to
life and she stood up and guided him to the bed, never turning loose
of his dick. "Take my clothes off. I'm not wearing underwear. I
drove up here without underwear, thinking of you. I rubbed my pussy
the whole way, thinking of your cock. Do you like me to rub my pussy
and think about you? I want you to rub my pussy and then fuck me
good." "Mmm, baby, you are so hot," Mark said, pulling her t-shirt
off over her head and, true to her word, exposing her bare breasts.
Again he was struck by their beauty. They were perfect, firm and
pert with large swollen nipples. He leaned down and sucked one into
his mouth and heard her moan in response. His hands slid lower until
they reached the short shorts she wore. He was a little surprised to
find they they were wet and sticky between her legs, apparently she
wasn't kidding about rubbing herself on the drive up from Houston.
He pushed the shorts down and off her, letting her kick them off her
feet. Light red hair barely covered her soft mound and Mark marveled
at the beauty of her pussy. Absolutely perfect, in every way. Full
pouty lips lay exposed and glistening in the soft light. He couldn't
help himself, like a moth drawn to the seductive light of a candle
he dipped his mouth down and tasted her sweet nectar. His tongue
slid easily between the lips of her sex and her juice flowed into
his mouth. He drank her, even as his tongue explored the soft
velvety lips, and she pulled his face deeper into her pussy. "Yes,
oh Mark, suck my pussy. God, you eat pussy like a woman. I love a
good tongue and you are one of the best. Damn this is so good. Yes,
fuck, yes." Mark felt her nearing her climax and paused. Usually
Linda took much longer to cum. Trisha was certainly a different
lover though. Linda was quiet and reserved during their lovemaking,
not at all like Trisha. He'd never heard Linda cuss or use any
vulgar language. Trisha's dirty talk excited him and drove him and
and he put that erotic energy into his cunnigulus. Lapping and
sucking her pussy as hard and fast as he could. When her gyrations
subsided Mark lifted his head and smiled at her. She grinned back
and then guided him up onto her. Softly she kissed his lips, tasting
her juices on his mouth. She licked him, savoring the taste of her
own pussy, and then breathed into his ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me good
and hard. Put your cock deep into my pussy and let me feel you cum
in my womb. Make a baby in me, give me your child and make me your
woman." Mark smiled at her and slid his cock into her wet pussy. The
heat was intense and it drove him on. He pressed deeper forcing all
of his cock into her. She was beautiful, sexier than any woman he'd
dreamed of. "How did you ever get so nasty? You look like an angel,
but you fuck like a demon possessed?" Mark reached out and touched
her face, letting his finger trail through his own fluids. "Well
thank you, my lover. I had a good teacher." "And who would that have
been? Some wild rock star like Angus Young?" "My mother." His eyes
went wide and his mouth dropped for just a moment. "Your mother?"
"Yeah, my mom." Trisha rolled off the bed and trotted toward the
bathroom, stopping to look over her shoulder at him staring at her
ass. "Come take a shower with me and I'll tell you the story over
supper tonight." ...
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