The Power of Longing

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My first marriage went downhill very quickly – that’s a story for another time – but by 2015 I’d asked for a divorce and, having been told there was no chance of getting papers signed, I took a job halfway across the world just to avoid having to be in the same room as her.


Within a month or so, I’d stuck up a friendship with a woman who was so easy to talk to. Her honesty was refreshing, and it was like we’d known each other for years. One day in my apartment we ended up kissing, I can’t remember how, and in the space of a few months, she’d gone from being someone who had never seen a dick up close before, to someone coming over after work for long sweaty sessions, taking it in every hole and just going completely wild. Not what I’d expected from someone in a strict Muslim country


Six months went by like this and then out of the blue my ‘wife’ turns up. There wasn’t much I could do because as far as the law of the land in that country went, she was legally still my wife and she could have filed a police report against me. So she stayed in the apartment. That put an end to the marathon sex sessions. And it was agony.


My new partner used to come around still as my ‘friend from work’ and we’d be able to steal a kiss now and then, but nothing more. However, she managed to become close ‘friends’ with my wife who had nothing to do, and nobody she knew in the city.


Eventually, my wife asked my new partner to stay over a few nights. I didn’t expect anything to happen but…


Mid-afternoon it’s common for people to have a nap. I got home and found my wife asleep on the bed with my new girl lying next to her awake. She beckoned me over and lifted the light sheet she had for me to get under.


Everything happened wordlessly as if we were completely in tune with each other. Facing away from me, she slid her leggings and knickers down as I gently lay down next to her and covered myself with the sheet. I unzipped and she reached behind to grab my throbbing penis. That touch alone could have been enough to make me come such was the excitement to feel her touch again and the danger of what we were doing.


I moved down the bed a little, and she bent herself slightly on her side to give easier access. As we got into position, both our eyes were transfixed on my wife, expecting her to wake at the movements. She didn’t.


My penis was guided by hand to the entrance, and I slid in as deep as I could. It was heaven for both of us – I don’t think she had ever been wetter nor me harder. She let out a moan as if all the breath had suddenly gone from her body and the hand that had been on my penis now grasped my right hand tight.


We moved slowly, rhythmically, and silently. It didn’t matter how long it lasted – it only mattered that it was happening. I was ready to explode, doing everything in my power to stop myself. She understood this.


“Inside.”


That was the only word uttered by her in those minutes. Normally, we were very careful and wouldn’t be unsafe because being unmarried and pregnant was not acceptable in this country. But on this occasion, I felt it too.


Inside was the only satisfying ending to this moment. For both of us, it was symbolic. The wife I wanted nothing to do with lying on the bed – for me it was a giant fuck you to her, coming inside another woman while she lay there oblivious.


To my new partner, it was a show of ownership – she was the one who had all the rights to me, and taking a load inside her while staring at my wife’s face was a show of who had the power.


I held her hand more tightly as I came hard inside her, unloading more sperm with more power than I’d ever done in my life. I could feel my partner’s body relax completely as my penis throbbed inside her releasing gush after gush.


We lay there a few moments, before I pulled out, zipped up, and got off the bed. She pulled her leggings back up, and I could tell she had no intention of going to the bathroom to clean up. That load was staying there until my wife woke up, and my partner could look her in the eye, filled up with my cum.


To this day, I can’t believe we did that and didn’t get caught. But what a thrill it was!

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