Warren’s “Cheating” (2)

[Continued from "Warren's 'Cheating' (1)".]

He rubbed the tops of his thighs, reddened by the friction of their very energetic sex. He laughed slightly and said, “Yeah, I look pretty beat up about it, don’t I?”

She looked at him carefully for a few seconds, gauging his mental state. Her smile faded, and she licked her lips. “I kind of want to keep doing it,” she said at last. She paused for a while and said, “It won’t be a threat to our relationship. I hope I’ve proven that by now.”

“Jonathan still wants you, doesn’t he?” he asked, mildly disapproving.

“Yeah. He comes by my cube almost every day and tries to get me going. I’ve resisted it for months now. I don’t see the harm in it, though.”

“Do you promise it’s not a threat to our relationship?” he asked, eyes gleaming with reserved passion.

“I promise. I promise, I promise. Seriously. It’s just sex. You’ll know all about it,” she reassured him, soothingly. His cock was already completely erect, and she climbed on top of him. They were both already sore and tired, but neither could resist. As he entered her for the third time that evening, she looked into his eyes, rocking her hips gently on his cock, and said, “You should know something, though.”

“What?” he whispered, moving his hips with hers.

“I’ve actually been… fucking him….. for more than five months,” she breathed in short gasps, holding his head in her hands to steady his gaze. His head swam with tension, fear, apprehension, passion, longing, jealousy, and the deepest desire he had ever experienced for her. He closed his eyes, and she continued to whisper in his ear as they both grew closer to climax. “We’ve done it … at least… a couple of times a week… since about two weeks after… after… we started dating.”

The reached a nearly simultaneous climax in just a few minutes, finally collapsing into bed. He was completely stunned, but determined to actually get some sleep.

“I meant it when I said it wasn’t a threat,” she whispered as he curled up behind her.

“I love you. We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” he whispered back, and they fell asleep.

 

The next day was the most difficult day in the history of their nascent relationship. He provoked an argument immediately after they had gotten home from work. He sat on the couch, glaring stonily, preparing himself for his onslaught. “So, did you fuck him again today?” he asked as soon as she walked in the front door.

She closed it softly, judging her words. “Yes,” she said simply. “I did.”

Although he had been determined to start a major fight with her – determined to make her bend to his will – he felt softened by her honesty. He just looked at her for a moment, as she walked into the room and sat on the opposite couch.

“Why did you keep it from me for six months?” he asked, clueless about how she would react.

“Because I like it better when you don’t know. It’s more exciting to me.”

Again, her blunt honesty disarmed him. “But what if I want to know about it?” he said, almost whining. He was surprised to realize he was more upset with her for hiding the affair than for having the affair at all.

“Then you’ll have to start paying more attention.”

“So you’re not going to tell me what you’re doing?”

“No, I don’t plan to. It’s a part of my life that I need. I need control over my own sexuality,” she said. She was startled by how direct she sounded, and worried she had offended him.

“Guys think that way too,” he said, drumming his fingers on his chin for a minute. In all honesty, he had cheated before on other girlfriends, and knew how liberating it felt to just do what he wanted to do. He sighed.

“But I really think I need to know what you’re doing.”

[To be continued ….]