I was stretching, ready for my daily run. It was Saturday morning. David, my husband was looking at my figure, I was hot and beyond at twenty-five, brown hair, green eyes, and a slim build with just more than a handful of breasts. My butt was tight like an athletes butt should be. David was admiring me, and I felt good. I felt happy, I would run to the park, and then get a fellow runner named Hank with a big cock to fuck me. He was older than me, and knew how to use his big cock. David kept staring at me, and I was almost tempted to not go but the allure of that massive cock waiting was just too much. He had his pistol and rifle out, getting them ready. Today was range day for him.
I looked at David. I loved him deeply, and the whole getting fucked in the park idea was just an itch for me. I greeted my husband, seeing a strange expression this time. I looked at the guns again, knowing that today I will bring Hank home and have him fuck me in our bed. I could not even say Hank was more satisfying than David, I actually had no valid reason at all, and at times I thought I was insane. I filed the strange look on David’s face to the back of my mind, I was giddy for the orgasms I planned.
I ran out the yard and hit a good rhythm. My mind would now start the processing, relaxing me mentally. Ten minutes away from home I saw the park and knew Hank would be at the public toilets already. David’s expression came up as I hit the park, almost fifteen minutes away, and suddenly my world tilted, and I almost threw up as I realized.
It was pain and agony that I saw, and it was raw. I stopped and remembered the guns. David knew what I was doing.
“Oh god, please. No, please, God.”
I turned and ran as hard as she could for home, the feeling of dread overtaking me. I turned into the cul-de-sac and my heart dropped. There were two police cruisers and an ambulance in our driveway. I raced home and burst into the door.
“Ma’am, you cannot be here.” A police officer said as he caught me.
“Where is my husband, I live here? DAVID!” I screamed in panic.
“Sorry ma’am, there has been an accident. Please do not go in,” the policeman said.
I ducked under his arm and went into the den. David was on the floor, and they were working frantically on him. He had a wound to his chest. I stood in horror as I realized, my husband had shot himself. They seemed to stabilize him but said they need the extra seat for one of the policemen, who was a paramedic too. They wheeled David out, and I watched them vanish as I felt numbness from shock, then I grabbed my car keys and followed the ambulance. At the hospital the police asked me routine questions, trying to see if it was a suicide attempt. I denied it, hoping I was right and waited after they left. The surgeon came out and spoke to me two hours later.
“It was close, damage to the lung, but he will recover. There will be some pain for a while.”
“Will he live?”
“Yes, Mrs. Morris, he will make a full recovery.”
I phoned my parents and his parents, letting them know. I knew I will have to eat the shame of my indiscretion but that did not matter as much as my desperate yearning for David to be fine. They wheeled him into recovery twenty minutes later and I waited anxiously for them to set him up, then I was at his side. He was awake now, and there was no hiding his absolute anguish.
“I am sorry, David, please. I am so sorry.” I said softly into his ear, stroking his hair. I watched his tears. “Please my love, I cannot be without you, ever. Promise me you will get better.” I sobbed into his neck.
“Why, Liz?” he asked me.
“God David, I have no idea. I have nothing rational at all. I will do anything to fix us. Please let me.” I was sobbing, holding his hand as my other hand was in his hair. I was terrified, this was my angel lying here.
“You have no reason? All my pain and you have no fucking reason?” he said, and she heard the alarms go off as his heart rate skyrocketed.
“Please, just stay calm for now, baby, heal, then scream at me. I will listen.” He frowned at me, at my tears. His parents were first, and they went in. I waited outside as they visited. They called me in and I knew it was the moment of truth, the hell from his family will start.
“My mom will take you home to dress, Liz. Check if the guns are safe,” David said, and I was shocked.
He did not tell them. We drove home, and I showered and dressed in track pants and a t-shirt. I also packed David’s toiletries as well as some of his favorite t-shirts. I took some snacks from the pantry and some fruit. I packed a few sodas for him too, then I broke down as the weight of the day hit me. I sat down on the kitchen floor, sobbing desperately. His mom came in and sat next to me, holding me. After I calmed down I went to the den. The pistol that David used was gone, the policeman at the scene told me it was logged into evidence now. I put the dismantled rifle in the safe, and then we left again. I stopped at the grocer and bought David’s favorite chocolate.
My parents were at the hospital when I arrived, and they were also sympathetic. I walked in, told David what I got him, then proceeded to feed him bites of the chocolate.
“You did not tell them?” I whispered when they were distracted by his nurse. “Why?”
“I am ashamed.”
“Oh fuck, David, no. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I am the scum here.”
“I know, but I failed as a man.”
“No, you did not. Please, do not leave me till we have tried to work it out. Please David, just give me that.”
He nodded, and I saw his tears again. My tears that he was crying. I refused to leave his bed until he was discharged five days later, except to shower and dress in clean clothes. At home, I put him in bed, then tried to clean the carpet where he bled, whilst sobbing noisily as I scrubbed at my husband’s bloodstains. Eventually, I just called contractors to replace it. I had asked the law office to send me my work, and they agreed. I worked from home, sitting next to David where he was recovering. I wept noisily when I started to pack my clothes into the spare bedroom closet two days after he got home.
“You sleep here, Liz, okay?” he said after he stopped me.
I saw the raw pain of his broken heart but agreed. I was not sure if it would cause him more or less hurt. He spoke with me, and I could never give him an answer when he asked me why, because I had none. David started to work from bed too, and then from the den. Two weeks after the incident he went back to work, as did I. I begged him to drop me, so we started using one car. He would sit in my office and wait for me to finish as I normally worked later. I hated the haunted look in his eyes. One afternoon, a month later, I finished as he came in and I kissed him, then stood back in shock at my spontaneous action. He pulled me closer and kissed me again. That night we made love, and we both cried the whole time. We pulled closer together, and David was doing amazing things to my body. The next morning he asked me if I had stopped running.
“Yes, I did.”
“But you love it.”
“I want to be near you, my angel, okay?” Later that morning I saw a charge of one thousand five hundred dollars go through from our joint savings.
I wondered but decided it would be a discussion over a glass of wine. He picked me up and I realized there was no discussion needed. He had bought me a treadmill. We sat on the floor in the den, assembling it which became harder as the wine bottle got emptier. That evening David made the best love to me I have ever experienced. I lay in his arms, looking at that haunted expression on his face. Then the realization hit me.
David was doing everything to make me stay, and I was lapping it up. I was the fucking bitch that whored myself out, yet he was working to save the marriage. I started to cry bitterly, hating myself for being so selfish.
“What is it, Liz?” he asked.
“Just something, nothing bad, baby. Just something. I will tell you when I understand the emotion.” This normally appeased him. His words from the hospital started to haunt me. ‘I failed as a man.’
“Okay,” he said softly.
“David, that was amazing, the way you made love. I promise you without any pretense that I have never had better, okay? Please can you do that again, soon?”
“Yes darling, I will. I liked your little sounds too.”
I pulled him into my back, pulled his arm around me, and placed his hand on my breast. It was the most amazing feeling, his hand there. I realized how indifferent I had become. There was one more thing I knew I could do, his biggest wish. Stop my birth control. I did not want to get pregnant too soon after we got married. I did not want to lose my body at the time. Now the only body I don’t want to lose is spooning me, and his cock is getting hard. I reached down and slipped it into me again, then sighed softly. It felt perfect. David made love to me twice more during the night.
The next morning we tried to figure out how to use the treadmill with lots of laughter.
***
It had been three months since he shot himself, and we were laughing again, but David was still haunted by his nightmare, that he was not good enough. I now ran ten miles on the treadmill. I always dragged him to the shower with me after the runs and so he could make love to me before we dressed for work. I had my hand on his thigh as we drove, where normally I would be on my laptop now, and we spoke.
We were invited to a friend’s birthday party on a Friday evening, and David was reluctant. I knew why, and I intended for him to not feel it again in the future. I could not stop kissing him after he agreed as he dropped me at work, some of it intentional but most of it was just the way I felt. At ten I sent him a bra shot with the caption ‘My tits miss you.’. He sent me a shot of a pronounced bulge in his trousers. I was falling in love with my husband again.
Friday evening was a minefield for me, and I fully understood why David was reluctant. I used to flirt innocently as I flitted around with my perfect body. Now that was not going to happen again, and it was not only for David. I had figured out that it was a small decision that led me to betray him. I stayed close to him most of the time. I saw his nervous looks stop as he saw that I had fully changed my ways. At one stage he was with all the men, sharing jokes. I walked to him and pushed against his body and put my arms around his neck, then kissed him deeply.
“Walk me to the bathroom, my love?” I asked, and nobody misunderstood what I wanted from him.
He nodded and we left to the men cheering. In the bathroom I bent over the counter and slipped my panties off. David pushed in from behind and I came hard, then he started pounding me. I lifted my shirt and pulled his hands to my breasts as he pounded me relentlessly. I begged him to go harder.
“Fuck me, David. Fuck me hard. Own my pussy, It is yours. Take it and fuck it, baby. Harder!” I moaned as he slammed me into the counter.
I felt him slam into me one last time as my second orgasm exploded over his cock as he pulsed deep inside me. He lowered his head to my neck and kissed me on the nape of my neck. I turned my head and he kissed my lips.
“I love you, David, more than I ever thought I could.”
“I love you too, my little dove.”
He pulled out, wiped my pussy then proceeded to lick my spasming pussy, and I came again on his tongue. I twisted around and kissed him hard. I never kissed him after oral sex but I could not help myself, I needed his mouth on mine. I also did not mind that I tasted myself, loving the reason why. My husband, that I betrayed in the worst way possible had licked my pussy. We separated and he pulled my panties up under my skirt. I saw the haunting in his eyes again, but I knew it would soon be gone. I went to the women again as he joined the men, and they smiled at me. There was no doubt, I was fucked into a disheveled state.
“Wow girl, that was some doing,” Angie Winters said.
“He makes me so hot,” I responded.
“He does?” Jane asked.
“Yes, David has this way of gently turning me into a wanton slut for him.”
“Wow, and he looks like such a drag.”
“To you, but not to me. Oh fuck. He touches my soul.”
“I wish Brad would touch my clit,” Maddy chuckled.
“Or my g-spot,” Diane added.
“I helped David find my hot spots, now every time we make love it is ethereal. He did not find them by himself.”
“Hmm, maybe that is something to consider,” Angie added. I looked at David, and he was getting ragged, judging by his red face. There were probably about thirty people there, and David was at the furthest point from me.
“HEY, DAVID!” I shouted. He looked at me. “I LOVE YOU, BABY!” He blushed brightly, then flashed me a sweet smile.
“What the hell has gotten into you, Liz, you are by far the most conservative of us all.” Diane grinned.
“I am falling desperately in love with my husband again.” I blushed, and suddenly I only wanted to be near him. I fetched us two beers and slotted in under his arm, handing him his.
There was no mistaking, I was his. I made sure everybody knew that fact. I knew some of the men I was standing with were trying to get into my panties, and before there was a chance because I was indifferent to certain things but not now. They did not even have a sliver of a chance. Everybody looked boring next to David. At home, I dragged him to the floor at the door, and he barely got the door closed before he was on his back just inside the door and I impaled myself on him, orgasming loudly as his cock was still on the way into me. Then I rode him to his, me reaping two more orgasms. I just lay down on his chest.
“Fuck, Liz, what is this.”
“I have no idea, David, but I cannot get enough of you. If I could I would have had you in me all the time. All I know is that I have been falling hard for you.”
“You know I have forgiven you, right Liz?” he said softly, holding my face as he spoke.
“I know, and this is nothing to do with that, something switched in me.”
“The crying?”
“I think so. Do you want me to slow down?”
“Hell no, I have the most beautiful woman ever desperate for me, you have no idea how much I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good, because it feels like I am busy warming up here.” David lifted me and carried me to the bedroom.
His lovemaking was the complete opposite. There was not a spot on my body that his lips did not caress. He started a slow burn in my loins that set my being on fire, and I think the people heard me in Hawaii as I orgasmed but he did not let up. He had no mercy and I blacked out twice from his ministrations. Eventually, we were completely sated and he carried my limp form to the shower where we cleaned up. Then he carried me to the spare bedroom and we slept there, our bed a gigantic mess.
Our sex life became explosive, and I saw the haunting in his eyes recede, not from sex but me publicly claiming him as mine, often shameless. I drove him to work the next week, David was a draughtsman at a large engineering company. The Tuesday I played a new card. I dressed in a latex catsuit at work just before closing. It was basically a bikini with a tail, a mask, and other attachments. I wore thigh high-heeled knee-high boots, and it even turned me on. I looked fucking sexy in it. I wore a trenchcoat over it and left my office early. At his office I attached the collar, then the leash. I took the coat off and walked in, his office went silent as I slowly strutted to him, knowing I was by far the hottest thing on the planet.
I walked to his desk, where he had gotten up, his mouth open.
“Ready to take your kitten home, master?” I purred and kissed him softly.
He nodded wordlessly, and I handed him the leash. He led me out, everybody staring in silence. At home, he slammed me against the wall, yanked the bottom of the suit to one side, and fucked me harder than I have ever been fucked. I was in a continual orgasmic state, I don’t think his first orgasm even registered as he just kept slamming me against the wall. He came deep in me again, and I looked in his eyes, there was just a flicker left. I dropped my face to his and kissed him softly.
“I love you with everything I am, David.”
“I know, Elizabeth. I have not doubted for a long time, even in hospital I knew.”
“I did then, but what I feel and know now has never even been in my dreams of you. This is a violent tornado of love that is relentlessly wreaking havoc with my paradigms.”
“And mine, my beauty.” He pulled out, and I ripped his shirt open, so I could kiss his scar, then drop my head on his shoulder as I cried softly.
“I hate that scar, and yet it is the thing that made me come to this place, to be able to love without abandon,” I whispered against his chest. “I hate that right now I know you should hate me, and you don’t. I hate that my actions had brought you so much pain.”
“And I am grateful for it, to know your love because of it.” He said, and I looked up at him. I had no doubt, he loved me. We moved to the couch and made out like teenagers. There was another social that Friday, same group, different house.
“I am wearing my catsuit, babe,” I said and saw him swallow hard, then give me a lopsided smile.
“We might spend the evening in the bathroom then,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
“And that is a problem?” I snickered, then I kissed him.
I slept safely in his arms. There were still moments when I hated myself, but they were far less frequent now. Friday night he led me into the party in my suit with much whooping and hollering from the other guests. Our friends were seeing the new direction in our relationship, and they loved it because we were lost to each other. David fed me all my food, and with each bite it was clear, he desired to be buried in my sopping wet cunt. We separated and I had to give an account of our relationship to the other wives.
“I think I need a side piece, Max is just so boring,” Diane said, and I barely held my rage. This bitch had no idea what the fuck she was saying. I breathed to calm down.
“Elevate Max, Diane, make sure he knows he is your only man. Our society emasculates our men, talking of toxic masculinity and such. David does not doubt that I do not need anything besides him. I make sure he meets my needs, I teach him and he knows my needs. I walked into his office like this, and when we got home he slammed me against the wall and fucked me to a twenty-minute orgasm. Last week Friday after leaving here I passed out twice as he made me cum.”
“But surely having two cocks… My yoga instructor has nine inches at least.” The girls all cooed, wanting to know where the studio was.
“Okay Diane, picture this. You leave home, look in his eyes, but you have no idea he knows, you don’t see the pain. You just want a nine-inch cock. Fifteen minutes from home you realize what you saw, absolute pain because he knows where you are going. He knows he is not your first choice. You turn around and race home because you love Max, right?”
“Of course I do.”
“Only, you round the corner, and see the police in your driveway, and there is an ambulance. The cops stop you and tell you, sorry ma’am, your husband shot himself.”
“Jesus Liz, is that what happened to you and David?” Diane asked.
“Yes. I got lucky, I got a chance to win him back. But then I realized I was just there, he was working his ass off to keep me happy and I was doing fuck-all. Now I work my ass off for him. This is as much for me as for him, wearing this outfit. I do not have a shred of insecurity left, and my husband now knows he is not failing as a man,” I felt his arms circle me as he hugged me from behind, “And he melts my heart when he touches me.” I turned to him, kissed his nose.
“I could never love another again, even if I tried.” I lifted his t-shirt and kissed the scar. I turned back.
“See Diane, I loved David, and I still have no rational explanation why I cheated on him. For me it was nothing, but for David, it shattered his whole being. The bullet wound did not scare me nearly as much as the devastation in his eyes. I did that.”
“Then I will need to come to see you.”
“We need to come, only if David is there. He needs to tell us how it felt,” Angie said
“So, you really tried to kill yourself, David?”
“No, it was an accident, but I was distracted by my broken heart. I forgot there is always a round chambered.”
“It does not matter, I almost lost you, David. Nobody else could ever be what you are to me.”
“Ladies, we know. She had no idea I knew, but I did. It is the small things. I knew how she was after a run, and it became different. Other things also changed, she was looser. She always kissed me before a run, then she stopped, claiming she wanted to get going. The guilt was visible. We men might look like we are obtuse, but our masculinity lies in your hands, so we know when you start to diminish that.” David took my leash and led me to the bathroom. He was gentle as he lifted me, I held the bottoms to one side and he slipped in. He held me, searched my eyes.
“Was that why you worked so hard, to restore my masculinity?”
“Yes. That evening when I just cried, I realized you were working so fucking hard to keep me, and I was just an all-consuming selfish bitch. The journey of seeing you become whole has been surreal for me baby, seeing you become a man I would have begged God for. And I did beg him for your life when you accidentally shot yourself, babe. I begged and begged.”
“Thanks for that, apparently it was close.”
“It was too close, I almost lost your heart. Thank you for being so fucking brave, now get your baby juice in me, I did not go off birth control to flap my jaw.” I grinned at his surprised face, and then he started to move in me. It was the sweetest feeling, how gentle he was. I came twice before he came.
That same month I became pregnant, and I never saw the haunting in David’s eyes again. I often place flowers at the spot I realized he knew.
Some days I still see the fear in David’s eyes, and I work my ass off to settle him. It is the price I want to pay for breaking him.
I never saw Hank again.
