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Subject: STORY: It's Not Cheating (mf) Jordan Shelbourne
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Clearing out the back drawer preparatory to retirement from the smut biz.
There is an AFTERWORD discussing the story, if you care.
Jordan
Today's quotation:
Easy reading is damned hard writing.
[Nathaniel Hawthorne]
IT'S NOT CHEATING
Copyright 1998 Jordan Shelbourne
[Tedious legal material:
[Copyright by the author, 1998. All rights retained. Please do not
archive without permission; for permission, contact me at
jordan@u36.com.]
I didn't expect to see you today. So you want to end this relationship
and tell your wife about it? About me? About us?
No, I'm not going to make a scene. I understand. The guilt can be
overwhelming. That's why they call it "cheating," isn't it? And you're
not a bad person, so the urge to come clean is very strong. I feel it,
too, so I can hardly blame you, if that's what you want to do.... Well.
It hasn't been easy for me, either. I can't share you on holidays. I
can't call you if I'm lonely. I can't reschedule a date if something
comes up. I've only had you when you could get away. I've spent an
awful lot of time waiting and imagining. And thinking.
I hope your wife will understand. I'm sure she will. You told me she's
usually very understanding. Usually. Even if she won't do some of the
things I do. So you tell her. And good luck.
I'll miss it, though. I'll miss you. I'll miss fucking you. I'll miss
your cock. You have a great cock. I wish-- Well. You've made your
decision.
Just remembering your cock makes me wet. Feel here, feel how hot and
wet my panties are. No, don't reach inside. That would be cheating.
You're done cheating. Can you smell me on your fingers?
Do you remember the times you took me from behind, your hard cock
filling my wet cunt, your hips slapping against my ass, my tits swinging
with every hard thrust? Sometimes I remember those times. When I do, I
reach down and play with my swollen wet clit and I rub myself to orgasm.
It's not complete until I slide three or four fingers into my wet pussy.
A poor substitute for your stiff prick.
I'll still have those memories, though. When a breeze stiffens my
nipples and I think back to that time on the balcony, when you lay on
top of me, blocking the sun, my ankles on your shoulders and your hard
cock driving into me like a young stallion, fucking me to orgasms so
intense I couldn't breathe -- I guess I'll have to take care of myself.
>From now on.
Oh, dear. I've made your cock hard. Since this is the last time, may I
look at it again? It's not cheating if I just look. Mmmm. It's
lovely. I just have to touch myself. It's not cheating if you look,
but don't touch.
I'm so slick and wet remembering fucking you. Do you see how the lips
have swollen with desire? Feel how wet my fingers are. Lick them. That
taste is me missing you.
I'd love to suck your cock, but it's only your wife's cock now, isn't
it? And she sucks it, doesn't she? Only if you beg, you've told me
that, but you can beg her to suck your cock. I don't know why she
doesn't like to take it into her mouth, to taste it. I can't remember
-- does she take it all the way down her throat like I do? Does she
lick the length of the shaft, suck each of your balls and tongue
your asshole? Does she gulp down your come? No? Well, you can ask her
to. Or beg.
Do you remember the first time you took my ass? You'd never done that
before. I liked it. I liked having something that was ours alone. I'd
never come like that before. Asking you to fuck my ass always got you
hard again, like a teenager. I'd love to have your slippery shaft deep
up my ass again, hot dirty sex. That's the best kind, don't you think?
I suppose it's not cheating if your wife won't do it. I mean, you
wouldn't force her to golf if she hated golf. You wouldn't force her to
do anything.
Let me wet myself with my own juices. Yeah, lick my asshole, get me wet
for your cock, taste me, taste how horny you make me.
Oh, your cock feels so *good*. It's so big, stretching my asshole, oh,
god, oh--! Harder, faster, harder, deeper, I love your cock in my ass!
You fill me up, oh-- I can feel your hot come in my guts! Oh--
That was wonderful.
It's not cheating if your wife won't do it.
It's not cheating if you pay me for it. Yes, I said pay.
Next week at the regular time?
AFTERWORD
This one was intended as one of a set of monologues for a stage piece, but
it has a fatal flaw: it's not suitable for the stage. Radio or phone or
text, yes. But not the stage. Not at *our* little theatre, anyway.
Though you could get around it with clever lighting directions:
[LIGHTS BEGIN AT FULL, GRADUALLY FADING. BY THE TIME OF THE ANAL SEX,
SHE IS IN FULL DARKNESS.] And then you'd snap the lights up to full for
"Yes, I said pay."
If anyone wants to stage it, let me know. I'm curious.
Jordan
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