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Part 3

Episode 33

~ Mary’s POV ~

“Abbey, I’ve only been with one man,” I began, rewinding my eyes up. Swallowing thickly, I continued.

“He wasn’t —uh-well—um you’re quite large in comparison. Also, it’s been a while since I’ve last had sex.”

He got on the bed again, his appendage swinging between his legs as he came closer to me.

“We'll go slow.” I nodded mutely, trusting him.

Returning to the position we once were in with him above me, he kissed me on my lips before kissing down my neck, kissing every inch of me. I was still wet from earlier, but I needed to regain more of that heat that was left as we talked earlier. Especially since he was going to fit his d!ck inside of me. The thought made me nervous until it was all forgotten by his lips kissing my lower lips, making me forget what I was so concerned about as I came again minutes later.

Breathing heavily from a recent climax, Abbey reached over into the drawer of the end table, pulling out a condom. He opened it with his hands and sheathed his dick before climbing back up my body between mine on the bed. I nearly screamed as his d!ck touched a nerve inside of me while his hand still played with my clit. What the hell was that?
My back arched after he hit it again feeling his dick throb in me despite the condom separating us.

“You like that?” he landed a sloppy kiss on my nipple, thrusting deeper into my cunt. I thought this entire length was inside me already, but when I looked down, I realized he only fed me half.

Gasping for air, his hand left my lit to grab at my chin, refocusing my attention on his face. His brows furrowed, looking down at me. “Eyes on me.”

My stomach tightened, and I felt it, the start of my panic. A few more thrusts from him and I was a goner.

“Abbey…,” I tried to warn him, but it was too late. Throwing my head back, I creamed on his dick.

Removing my hands from his back to not scratch him, I clawed at the sheets. The climax I was having was far stronger than any I’ve ever had in life.

“That’s it, Mary, cum for me beautiful,” he takes me through my climax urging me on. “I love seeing your pretty face when you cum,” he bit softly on one of my nipples, making my climax last longer.

Once I finished, he shifted without removing himself from me. His thrusts turned slow as he sat on his knees, grabbed my legs, and tilted them toward the ceiling. He hugged his thick arms around my legs, gluing my body to his, controlling the pace. The new position made me feel sparks as he crept slowly, yet deep within me — feeding me more of his devilish dick than he had before stretching my tiny p*ssy.

Through the sound of my moans and the slight haze of my vision from recently cumming, I could see the strain on Abbey's face and heard the groans escaping his lips as he threw his head back toward the ceiling. He looked ravishing with sweat decorating his muscled chest and the tips of his hair wet.

I knew right then and there I was a lucky woman. Seeing the pleasure on his face had my abdomen tightened and my p*sssy clenched on him again.

Feeling the change, Abbey looked down at me again, shooting me a cocky grin. His eyes sparkling with mirth catching me eyeing him in the throes of our lovemaking. He didn’t comment on it when my walls snagged on him again.
No, he used my pleasure to fuel his. What was once deep and slow, turned into faster and impossibly deeper strokes. His pace differed from the first position, much different.

Quickly, I felt myself nearing another climax. He sent my insides into a frenzy as he propelled his dick harder inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes! Harder! Harder..”’ my head shook back and forth uttering intangible words as I experienced actual sex with him for the first time. And here I couldn’t cum from penetration. Comfort was right, there wasn’t anything wrong with me. I was just with the wrong man. Abbey proved that once again as he rutted inside of me causing me to shout.

Despite my stomach cramping, another orgasm was building. I could do nothing but be a pillow princess, letting him dominate me

“You like the sound of that?”

Letting go of one of my legs quickly, he used his free hand to slap my ass. Though light, it still left a sting. To my surprise, I wasn’t turned off by the act. No, it left me wanting more.

That was new knowing he wanted an answer, so I whimpered out what he wanted to hear.

“Yes! Yes! I love it!”

With one of my legs still hanging in the air, he used his free hand to rub my clit. Instant fireworks popped off in my brain. I was painting, screaming out Abbey's name as I came. My lips down low still receiving his dick as I heard him let out a deep groan from above me. Feeling his cum through the condom that stood as a barrier. Although it was a crazy thought, I couldn’t help but wish we didn’t need the condom.

No, I didn’t want to get pregnant, but I wanted to feel him bare. I wouldn’t complain as I’ve had the best sex ever. I slightly convulsed my body which has come down from its high. My legs continued to dangle until Abbey let go and placed them on the bed. He too was panting as heavily as I was. Breathing in the scent of sex that wafted through the air.

Slowly, he slipped out of me and I could feel my p*ssy gasping, leaking more of my juices into the sheets soaked with sweat.

Through blurry vision, he took the condom off, tied it, and left the bed to throw it away. Shortly after, the bed dipped, and he spread my legs again, wrapping them around his waist.

“How was that?” he asked, gazing down at me with a small smile.
Yet his eyes genuinely wondered if I was okay with what just happened. I reached a hand up, caressing his face dreamily a lazy smile appearing on my lips.

“I never knew sex could feel this good,” I admitted eliciting a chuckle from him.

Any other time it would embarrass me to say something like that but I was still on a sex high. I saw him reach beside the bed, his hand holding onto another condom. I looked at him quizzically as he sheathed himself again. Seeing the look on my face, he laughed. The sound was deep and filled my belly with butterflies.

God, he was beautiful.

“You thought that was it?”

Slowly he entered me again. A soft moan escaped me because of how good he felt inside me.

“You’ve only been in two positions. I think it’s fair I introduce you to more.”

***

If I were to say I felt any guilt, I’d be lying. Yes, it was awful to not feel terrible about what I’ve done, but being honest with myself, my husband was the last person on my mind. There were bigger-much bigger things to worry about, such as the man who was currently f*cking my brains out.

Again.

We’d been having sex since last night, occasionally taking minor breaks. Many of them involved Abbey feeding me and making sure I was hydrated. It was strange finally being intimate with him. Abbey was slightly a different man between the sheets than he was out of them. Sure, he was sweet and generous, making me feel beautiful any chance he got outside the bedroom. But within the bedroom, he made me feel sexy, and alive as he bent my body to his will.

Though my body was slowly beginning to show fatigue, I didn’t want to stop. Having Abbey inside of me felt too damn good to let go of. I was hooked; point blank, but for a good reason. It wasn’t just the fact that Abbey knew how to pleasure my body properly.

No, it was the way he made me feel. With every caress of his hands, the penetration, and his charming eyes.

He kept calling me names that made me think I was beautiful as he said I was. A few times I wanted to cry as he f*cked me. Though I felt like f*ck wasn’t the best word to describe what we had. It felt like lovemaking. What I had with my husband felt like I was being f*cked, but with Abbey, it was different.

Through the night, Abbey made good on his promise to introduce me to new positions. I couldn’t believe I had missed out on the few we did for all these years. Abbey made sure not to push my body too far as he moved us.

“Thank you,” I told him quietly, loving the way he’s been good to me. He kissed the top of my head, not moaning much since he already had his face buried in my locs.

“For what?” he asked.
“For being you,” because in my eyes, he’s more than a man. It might be silly to give someone much praise, but it was the truth.

This man has done so much more for me in the past weeks than my husband has in years. I wished I could voice it, tell him he mattered more to me than my husband but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t even be able to tell him it was the sex we had that caused me to feel this way.
What I’m feeling now has been stirring for a while.

He chuckled. “I’m assuming that’s a good thing.” Nodding at his words, I sat up as much as I could. Though I couldn’t tell him all of what I felt for him, I wanted him to know one thing.

“I know it’s soon to say, but...," I paused, making sure I had his full attention so he hears the sincerity in my words.

“I wish I had met you first.”

He wasn’t expecting those words to come from my mouth. I could tell from the way his smile disappeared and his brows furrowed. Maybe it was the wrong time to say it after we'd had such an amazing night, but my feelings for Abbey had grown stronger. To where I couldn’t fight it anymore.

Unwrapping one of his arms from my waist, he clasped one of my hands — opening it from its first to tangle our fingers together.

“I wish I had met you first too, Mary,” kissing our joined hands. His heart thundered in his chest. His eyes portrayed he was telling the truth as much as I did.

And for once, I didn’t care about how messed up this situation was. Neither did I care I had a husband at a house he kicked me out of. No, I cared about the man in front of me. The man who showed me how much he wished we had met each other first.

Loving me slowly with each thrust as he caressed my skin lovingly.
The man named Abbey, who I was falling in love with.

Who would have thought this day would come?


To be continued…
Frank The Writer

I hope you enjoyed reading this. Do let me know if you would prefer I skip the sex scenes or if you want them detailed? 🙃🤔

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