("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Contradictions by MikeMac (ren_and_mike@hotmail.com) *** A man returns home from a trip to a new awareness of life's possibilities. (MF, nc, rp, alcohol) *** At a fairly early age I realized that my personality and character are composed of many contradictions. I suppose that's true for most people, but that they force themselves to suppress certain instincts or urges in the furtherance of other more socially acceptable behaviors. I agree that one can't have everything and that some impulses and desires need to be frustrated if one chooses to avoid being ostracized or imprisoned. I also realized that, for me, satisfaction came in minimizing the number of compromises that I had to make. I guess it helps that I am not particularly burdened by religious, moral or social scruples. Minor thefts, deceptions and exploitations never caused me any particular concern, as long as I didn't feel that I was putting my wellbeing in jeopardy. But it wasn't really until I was thirty years old that I began to act in ways that reflected more my inner life. At that point I had been married for eight years and had two children, a son, David who was four, and Melanie, age seven. My wife Deborah was the same age as I, and we had married immediately after graduation from college. I worked as a technology consultant and traveled about twice a month to clients in different parts of the state. I was earning a good salary and we now owned a fairly nice house in a suburb of a major East Coast city. All of which is a preamble to the night I came home a day early from a business trip. No, I didn't catch my wife in bed with a stranger. What happened was that she wasn't home at all. That surprised me. I walked in the front door and couldn't find her anywhere. I was alarmed and searched the house. The kids were asleep in their rooms, but Deborah was nowhere to be found. I made a drink, sat down and tried to collect my thoughts. I dialed her cell number and after about seven rings she answered in a sweet pleasant somewhat alcoholic voice. "Hi honey, how's your trip?" Ok, now I knew something strange was going on and decided to be noncommittal until I figured out what it was. I said I was fine and had just finished dinner and was back in my hotel room and wanted to call before going to bed. She responded that it was sweet of me to call and that she had just been thinking about me and looking forward to my return home the next day. I played along and told her that I too missed her and that I hoped we would have a sweet romantic time when I arrived the next day. I then asked about the kids and she said that they were sleeping peacefully and that she was watching television and having a glass of wine before going to sleep. Obviously something was going on and I was not going to tip my hand until I got to the bottom of it. I told her to kiss the kids for me and that I would see her the next night and that I loved her. She responded that she loved me and had been excited all weekend with erotic fantasies of our lovemaking together. I said to hold those fantasies and I would make them a reality when I returned. She said I love you, Jack. See you tomorrow. Of course, my wife was lying and engaged in some kind of deception since I was sitting in our living room and she wasn't there. I went upstairs and into our bedroom. The bed was unmade. I did notice a pill bottle by the bedside. On examination I saw that it was a bottle of sleeping pills. On a chair in the corner were her jeans, underwear and blouse, and on her dresser were an assortment of makeup products that had been used and not put away. Obviously she had gone out. Suddenly it began to make sense. The sleeping pills, the delay in answering the phone and the clothes and makeup. Deborah had put the kids to bed early and had given them a sleeping pill to insure that they didn't awaken, and then she quite clearly had gone out. I'm guessing that when her cell phone rang and she saw that it was me she sprinted for a quiet spot to answer and pretend that she was at home. I went up and checked on the kids. David was sound asleep, as was Melanie. I lingered at Melanie's bedside and called her name. She didn't respond. I shook her and again no response. I pulled the covers back and took a minute to admire her sweet little form. In recent years I barely got to see her body and missed the sight of her girlish proportions and smooth skin. I raised her nightgown and looked at her naked pussy. It was so smooth and delicate. I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss between her legs. I knew I shouldn't linger because Deborah might have been taken off guard by my call and decided to return and I surely didn't want to be there upon her arrival especially while fondling my young daughter. I exited the house after making sure there was no sign of my return. I drove to the airport and rented a car and returned to the street and parked about a half block away. Since there were no lights on in the house and it had only been a half hour I assumed that she hadn't yet returned. I waited three hours until a car pulled up almost next to my rental car. I slouched down. It looked like she didn't want the driver to stop in front of our house. I could tell that there were three others in the car in addition to Deborah. I could make out two men and a woman. I could see her leaning over to kiss each one goodbye, and none of them seemed in a hurry to leave. After ten minutes she exited from the back seat and the car pulled away. As I watched she staggered down the street toward our house. Her hair was mussed, and her clothing askew. It seems that my dear wife had been having quite a lot of fun on her own. I drove to a nearby motel, got a room and then went out for a drink. After absorbing the initial shock I found myself to be exhilarated by the experience. Life had been teetering on the edge of boredom and now it was anything but. I wanted to learn what was going on and use it to my advantage. I was getting excited by the thought of my wife having this secret life and even going so far as to dose our kids with sleeping pills so that she could indulge whatever pleasure she had been engaging in. As I was drinking and thinking I watched a man at the bar putting the moves on a fairly attractive and intoxicated young woman. She was receptive and didn't seem to mind his hand on her leg. By closing time we were the only customers in the bar. I was about twenty feet behind them as they walked to the parking lot at the rear of the bar. I lingered in a dark corner as they made out while leaning against a car. He had her dress up around her waist and was fingering her as they kissed. I could see her grapple with his crotch and then pull his cock out. He urged her to her knees and she took his cock in her mouth. It didn't take long before he came and pulled out. He began walking toward another car as she started calling to her. He ignored her and as he got into his car and drove away. She yelled at him that he was a selfish bastard. She leaned against her car and cried. I came up behind her and covered her mouth with my hand. Although she struggled, she was pretty confused by the situation and made some slurred noise. I hoisted her dress and reached between her legs. I could feel very soggy panties and tore them off. I unzipped while holding her with one arm, stooped down and entered her from behind. She was so wet that I entered without resistance. I fucked her slowly and whispered in her ear that she was beautiful and that the other guy was a fool to have left her without enjoying her wonderful body. Slowly she began to respond to my fucking and was soon pressing back against me. She soon came and ceased pressing back. I whispered some more nonsense in her ear and she was soon pressing back against me once more. I began fucking her more deeply and passionately. We came together, and for the second time in 15 minutes I ejaculated inside her. I told her that if she kept her eyes closed tightly I wouldn't hurt her. She agreed and I turned her around facing me. She didn't look too bad. I kissed her softly and in a couple of minutes she began to kiss me back. The combination of her alcoholic breath and the acrid residue from the cock that had shot off in her mouth were strangely exciting. I warned her again that if she opened her eyes I would hurt her. She whispered that she wouldn't. I held the cheeks of her ass in my palms and moved against her softly. I sank to my knees and pressed my face into her crotch. The taste and textures of sweat, sexual excretions and my own cum flooded my mouth and senses. I licked and sucked her to several loud orgasms. I raised up and kissed her again. We embraced. She whispered that if I wanted she would suck me. I said that I did and she quickly knelt down and took my cock in her mouth. She took my cock deep inside her mouth and the pleasure was so nice. I felt her hands around my ass and then her hand slide inside my shorts. She touched my asshole and stroked. In a minute she pulled her hand back and wet it in her pussy and then slid a finger into my asshole. The combination of the warmth of her mouth and the massage of my prostate drove me over the edge. I flooded her mouth and she swallowed. I told her to keep her eyes closed and describe what I was doing as I opened her purse. I found her wallet and told her that I was copying down her address and phone number and email. I warned her that if she called the police and reported the event that I would kill her. I then said that if she didn't do so I would probably rape her again. She nodded and I kissed her goodbye. I ran around the corner and into the rental across the street. In a minute her car pulled out of the lot and she drove off. This was the first time that I'd ever raped anyone, and it was pretty damn nice. To be continued? Feedback appreciated ren_and_mike@hotmail.com ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 56