Pretty nervous/excited about sharing this. Fictionalized non-fiction. I hope you enjoy!

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5 am. I wake up to the sound of you coming home. The door closing, keys on a marble counter, the rustle of fabric as you unbutton your shirt. I watch the light from under the door flicker as you walk back and forth.  

We had fought viciously the whole evening and finally you left, still in your work clothes.  

I called you three times back to back. Our 911 signal. When I used to wake up in the middle of the night worried, needing to talk, and you were away on business or still at the office, we came up with the three call system. Three calls in a row meant emergency, and we promised-no matter what-to pick up the phone or call back as soon as possible. This time, my third call went straight to voicemail. I wondered if that was your way of keeping the promise. No third call, no emergency.

And every call after that, straight to voicemail. I fell asleep deliriously upset around 3 am. Wondering where you were and what you were doing awake in the city at this time of night. You are perfect - feline, tender and predatory all at the same time. I dream of you fucking other women...long legs, big tits, milky white hips thrown over shoulders and their whimpering ecstatic cries as you fuck.  

In this fantasy, you fuck viscerally. You conquer.  

I’m waiting for you to come in. My adrenaline is pumping with anticipation of the impending confrontation. I’m running through my strategy now… “Where were you?” “I know you were with someone else!” “Don’t lie to me!”

The door creaks open and for a moment, light floods the room. I catch sight of you, gloss on your lips, tie in your hand, your sleeves are pinned up and hair tousled. My stomach flips.  

Vivid impressions of you fucking her, whoever she was, burn in my mind. Close ups. Her wet pussy lips and your perfect cock. Your pelvis crushing against hers, the way she squirms as you roll her back and slam into her. The way she arches her little ass up for you, spread, vulnerable and dripping for your cock.  

Your eyes are on mine. I forget my strategy. I forget everything. You approach the bed. You are standing and I am laying.  

“Tell me about her,”  I whisper in spite of myself. Your eyes flash surprise. You reach down and pull me up to sit, your hand on the back of my neck, leaning close to me I can smell her on your mouth. I want to scream and slam my fists against your chest and cry frustrated crocodile tears, but I find myself paralyzed. Mesmerized by the scent of pussy on you, by the three undone buttons, the tie clenched in your hand, the blush on your neck.  

“Tell me about her,” I’m pleading now.

“Which one?” You purr. Your eyes are locked on mine. My cunt throbs. Which one? More than one? The thoughts come in waves now, a riptide of images.  

“All of them.”  

You slam my head, cushioned by your hand, against the headboard, I hear your knuckles crack. You kiss me forcefully, dragging your lips back and forth across mine. I taste her, sweet and salt and come. My hands race to your face and I pull you to me. The taste is intoxicating. I am licking your lips, desperately lapping her up.  

The picture of her delicate hips grinding against your strong jaw, your gentle, serpentine tongue exploring every pink fold is almost too much to bear. I’m bucking my hips against nothing, air-humping like an overexcited puppy.  

“The first one was blonde,” You growl in my ear. Your fingers, two of them, find my pussy, push away the simple cotton panties, and plunge. My pussy tightens around you, sucking you in. A wild moan escapes my lips.  

You throw me down and hold my legs wide apart. Two more fingers, other hand, thrust in. You begin to pull both hands in opposite directions. You have never done anything like this, stretching me open for you. This is so different from the slow, rhythmic love making I am used to. All I can do is let the sensation guide me. My pussy is slick, thighs shining silver with wet.

“I fucked her slutty little throat in the bathroom of the bar...stretched it until I could fuck it like I fuck your pussy.” You’ve never talked like this. Dirty talk, sure, but this is different. You mean this. I am arch and whimper as your fingers methodically massage and stretch me. Opening me.  

“She was greedy,” you tell me. The sensation of your fingers, tracing my lips, pressing and stroking, pressure and pleasure swirling in the steady stream of wetness gushing with the sound of your voice, with the image of a perky little blonde begging for your come. “She wanted it in her mouth and her tight little pussy…”

I buck and crush myself against your hand. Quickly you pull me up and close to you. One hand stays in my pussy, and the other is around my back. You pick me up off the bed and press my back against the wall.  

“Ride me,” You command. I wrap my arms around your neck and shoulders and pump my pussy up and down on your fingers. Bucking, frustrated and dying for cock...dying to feel something hard and thick all the way inside of me. I’m sobbing from frustration, from the taunting pleasure of your fingers and the intense need for deep penetration.  

“Harder!” You whisper hoarsely. Legs flailing in the air, I fuck your fingers as hard as I can. Panting, sweating and begging unintelligibly...I am so so close to coming...but I just can’t get enough of you in me.  

“She swallowed every drop of my load, she was such a good little slut for me…” I groan and my pussy gushes even more.

“Please let me come...please make me come…” I beg you.  

“You want to come?”

“More than anything,” I cry.  

You grip around my waist tightens, holding me still you start to finger me furiously, in and out, over and over, so fast I can barely breathe. You are relentless...fingers stroking and pressing my g-spot over and over until I can’t stand it anymore.

I come like rain, I hear it hitting the floor, soaking your pants, hands, crotch...I know I am screaming, but I can barely hear myself over the intensity of the pleasure. Gasping, ragged, spent, for the first time in our relationship I feel owned.  

You stagger to the bed and we collapse there together, still entangled. Overcome by a wave of exhaustion, I nestle my head against your chest. You struggle out of your clothes and wrap your arms around me.

I can’t help myself. I have to ask.
“In the morning…can you tell me about the rest of them?”

You smirk and bite my neck playfully.

“You little slut.