Learning to Live Again Pt. 3

L and I carried on in the office for months. She looked and felt better as time went on, gradually feeling like she could just ignoredeadbeat. Days that J would call me, L would be at my desk sucking me off. Days that Deadbeat would be giving her a hard time, I’d be eating her out, or slowly fucking her leaning over her desk while she “Listened to him.” L’s favorite situation was when I would eat her out, then I would fuck her somewhere in the office, she would finish by sucking me off, holing the cum in her mouth as long as she could. I would then give her a ride home. She wanted me to watch as deadbeat met her at the door, and she kissed him, my cum still on her breath. He was usually too drunk to know.

The next month we headed out to San Fran for a week long convention. We were presenters, so it was a hard week of working. We showed up Sunday to get set up. After getting things sorted, we went out to dinner. She was wearing a shirt skirt, making sure I knew for a fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties, or bra.

Dinner was nice, we sat in a little restaurant, having dinner and sipping drinks like a real couple. There wasn’t a worry in the world.L was beautiful, shining and happy knowing that she was not going home to deadbeat, and knowing that we could spend the entire week together. We had to be discrete, even though most people suspected that we were having an affair, we didn’t want to be blatant.

During dinner, the wine lowered inhibitions, and the conversation turned to sex and relationships. She admitted that sex withdeadbeat was horrible, he never took care of her. He just fucked her and then rolled over and went to sleep. She said that she loved the fact that she could be a total slut with me, and felt like she could indulge any fantasy and still I held her afterwards and she felt good. Then she started probing me about sex with J.

I admitted that J and I barely ever had sex these days. It had been nearly a year at this point. When she pressed even more I told her that when we did have sex, J liked to be fucked back and forth between her pussy and her ass, and how explosive it was. L was wide eyed listening, I knew her well enough to know that she was getting horny. We finished our drinks and I paid for dinner. L suggested that we go back to the hotel bar and have a could more drinks. Once there we found a table in a dark corner. We had some drinks brought to the table. L was sitting so close I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my arm. I slid my hand between her legs, feeling her pussy was dripping wet.

“Tell me all about fucking her.” She whispered. A moan escaping from her lips as my fingers slid inside of her. I told her about fucking both holes in great detail. She wanted to know how it felt, every sensation that I experienced. By the second drink my hand was soaked as she was grinding herself against my hand.

“God that sounds so slutty.” She whimpered as she had a small orgasm.

After a third drink we were both intoxicated. I paid for drinks and headed up stairs. L’s room and mine were only a couple of doorsaway. Barely in her room L was pulling my clothes off like a mad woman. She was hornier than I had ever seen her. As soon as my pants were off she was on her bed, ass in the air.

“Fuck me like you fuck her.” She whimpered. “Make me your fuck slut.” She begged. My cock was already throbbing. Her pussy gushed with anticipation. I knew what she wanted, her eyes were begging me. I grabbed her hips hard and started fucking her for all I was worth. After I few strokes, I pulled out of her pussy and pressed my cock against her ass. We had never had anal sex before, and she was tight. I tried to be gentle with her ass, but my cock was so slick with her pussy juices, she forced herself back against me. She cried out as she ass was spread and filled with my cock for the first time.

“Are you ok?”

“God yes. Fuck me!” she gasped. I fucked her ass for a bit, slower than I normally would trying not to hurt her. I got to the point that she was pushing back against me, my balls slapping her wet pussy.

“Now?” she asked?

“It’s ok, you don’t…” As I was trying to give her an out she pulled her ass off my cock, reaching back and linking up with her pussy she impaled herself again.

“Holy shit!” she cried out as I was once again balls deep in her pussy.

Grabbing her hips hard I started pulling her back against me. “Good little slut, you want both your holes fucked.” I said in my angry voice.

“Yes” she whimpered.

I pulled my cock out of her pussy and shoved it back in her ass. “This is what you want isn’t it?”

“Yes.” She whimpered again, barely able to speak. Her hand was madly at work between her legs.

“You are going to swallow my cum aren’t you little bitch?”

Her eyes went wide. “Yes” she said panicked as she fell forward, off my cock overtaken with an orgasm.

As she lay there, a wet quivering mess from her orgasm, I stood stroking my hard cock, smiling. She looked up at me with those angelic blue eyes and a smile. I could feel my orgasm getting closer, me eyes starting to roll back. L jumped up and grabbed my cock.

“Please cum in my mouth.” She begged wrapping her lips around the head of my cock. With that I exploded into a massive orgasm that left me weak in the knees. We fell into a heap on the bed together. After a while we got up and took a shower together before going back to bed, naked and falling asleep in each other’s arms.

We spent the rest of the week fucking like crazy every night and sleeping together. By the time we were ready to head home L and I had dinner one last time. She told me that I had helped her to make a hard decision. She had quit her job, and was heading home to her parents place. Our affair had given her the strength to decide to leave deadbeat and start over. As we arrived back in Boston, she kissed me goodbye and headed off to her new life. I watched her amazing ass walk off into the distance. I was sad that she would be gone from my life, but happy that I had helped her to move on to something better.