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Competing lovers (a short story)

"Before you left, did he fuck you?"

I knew the answer before she had a chance to decide if she was going to try and lie or not.

Just as quickly as she made her decision, I let the sly grin escape from my lips letting her off the hook. She knew she didn't have to say it.

"Ok now...be honest..."

"Did he cum inside of you or did you swallow him?"

She didn't even try to think this time. Her eyes were still locked with mine when she blurted, "inside".

Perfect.

She always tells me she only has a few minutes. If that's the case then why come to my place? She knows I'm going to do whatever I want with her, no matter how long it takes. To be honest why does she come here if she didn't want me to be in charge? Her husbands the pushover. Here, once she walks in the door, all decisions are mine. The unspoken agreement.

"Are you mad? Should I have left it for you only today?"

She looked truly sorry for not asking where her husband was allowed to place his seed.

I have ruined their relationship.

Well, I'm the Bullet that rips the tissue and causes the slow death. Those two long before me loaded the weapon and put it to their head.

People should really consider what "forever" really entails before they say "I do", but that's none of my business.

My business, right now anyways, is to feed. And my meal has made her choice to come in or say "no, I can't make it today". Another unspoken rule.

"No. It's fine. I like healthy competition." My lips barely touching hers as I held her face. I loved feeling my lips graze hers as we half kissed, half carried erotic conversations.

We spent an entire hour locked in this position one night in the shower. It wasn't until the hot water ran dry I allowed her to taste me to a finish.

I felt her relax in my arms as she hissed "yessss" in response. One of my favorite things is to read her body language. Her non-verbal "green lights" always turn me on and allow me to push the envelope.

With that, I let her melt to the floor in front of me. Never boring or routine, the woman knows she must always serve me first. She has an expert mouth and tongue, I've always required her services first. It places her in the proper mindset. Me standing over her, she usually kneeling...hardening, loving, worshiping my member. Always first. Another rule.

If I'm not careful she becomes entranced with it. I've seen her drift away and become cock-drunk with me. I can only see the whites of her eyes, her hands and mouth go on auto pilot heat seeking my seed. If I'm not careful she will latch onto me and suck me dry. I have to be careful, today I'll need it all to compete with him.

There's only one way to snap her out of her erotic oral spell.

As I slowly stroke the back of her hair I find it easy to slowly grab a full handful of her thin blonde locks.

As usual, I use the leverage to thrust into her mouth one more time before I tighten my grip and rip her face away from my shaft. She stares back and up at me gasping for air. It's important for me to allow her to realize my cock is full and her services are no longer needed there.

Like a horse and bridle a gentle tug in the right direction and I have her bent over the bed. She was a good little slut and followed directions to a tee. Her dress now fell just below her ass giving me a perfect view of her slippery pink folds. No panties today. Good girl.

Holding her handy work at the base of my shaft, my veiny cock head was red and swollen. I used a fistful of hair to pull her back toward me and I watched my cock separate her cunt and instantly recognized the feeling of hot used pussy envelope my cock whole.

I allowed my hips to flex forward until you could see nothing of my cock.

Once I slowly hit rock bottom I felt her squeeze me tight as she instinctively groaned in acceptance.

She swallowed me. She always did. This was the needle in my vein. My fix. My drug.

My eyes rolled back uncontrollably. I had never before or would again feel a woman this hot, this tight.

She truly had something magical about the way she was made. She clamped hard onto the shaft of my cock and her oven broiled.

After adjusting to her heat I opened my eyes to see the lust in hers. We had found ourselves here many times over the last year. Unlike her home life the sex was always steamy, exciting and felt new. Mostly from required distance we had to maintain, when we finally got our hands on each other, the fuse was short. The final bang white hot.

This time was no different. As I stood over her, my feet planted firmly on the floor. I held her legs in my arms and watched her breast bounce with each long thrust I drove into her.

My cock slick with our juices and those she whipped up an hour earlier. The thought of this full time housewife now giving herself to another man (me), begging for his cum was bringing me to the edge.

I hovered over her pumping into her, I could see only the whites of her eyes again. Cock drunk. Gorgeous. I felt full, my balls began to ache and I knew it was time to compete.

I let my head show from her creamy opening before slamming myself back into her. My rhythmic pace quickening as I tensed deep within me trying to hold back the dam as long as possible. I knew my body and could tell the swelling tide of cum was huge. As the first drop of sweat left my brow my lower ab began to ache and cramp from over exertion. She deserved every ounce of energy I had, the poor woman suffered at home far too much from a cold lover who two pumped her every morning without even bothering to remove his boxer briefs. Pathetic.

In disgusted anger I drove into her harder and felt the arch of her back as she gasped and held her breath. Her first telegraphed sign. It signaled the beginning of a set of erotic chain of events. She continued with her mouth parted as a low pitch escaped her, then she quickly held her breath and "pushed" from inside her soul against my frontal assault. Just before I swear she would pass out, an exhausted groan and her orgasm caused her to buck wildly beneath me.

She flowed and I lost control of everything I had been holding back. As our hips continued to grind into each other we soaked one another and as my head flung back and forth I could see her white milky residue coating my shaft and balls.

Out with the old and in with the new. My competitive swimmers raced deep inside her and I pushed myself deep trying to give them any advantage possible.