I noted Katy responding against me, her crotch pressing into mine. The sounds from behind me made me dizzy. Was my lust fueled not by psychological reasons but by something as simple as the lure of the forbidden?
Nah. I had no desire to molest children, or small puppies, so it wasn’t the forbidden. Katy would have been coming on to me from the start if it was about something you “couldn’t have.” And then it came to me. The lust and burning passion wasn’t so much an indicator of some bizarre psychological problem, but rather just as simple as easy pleasure.
Behind me, Debbie was getting her pussy pleasured by a handful of willing dicks who would go back to their own wives and girlfriends and leave her with only the pleasure of having had nasty sex. She wouldn’t have to argue with them afterward. She wouldn’t have to do their laundry or cook for them. She wouldn’t have to worry about their approval, because she had gotten their approval up front as they slid their cocks into her. Simple pleasure with no “strings” attached. She was getting satisfied and thrilled with the forbidden knowing she could come home after and resume her normal, happy life.
No strings for them or her, but all the strings for me. I was the one faced with having to address an STD result from all this. I was the one who would be expected to raise and provide for the little bastard children that could come along. Bastards.
As for me, I must have envied her. Or maybe I envied the guys doing her. I found my hands roaming over Katy and even up under her miniskirt. Her hands cupped my butt and pulled me in. My lust echoed the sounds because I was in some ways happy that she was getting her easy pleasure. At the same time, though, I was jealous on a couple of levels. What she was doing was supposed to be mine, only. The guys in there were using something of mine. I felt violated inside myself for what they were doing to her. Yet they were merely doing what she had given them permission to do.
Fine. Everyone might be the master of their own bodies, but shouldn’t she have at least asked me? I can’t imagine ever saying yes to her asking, but then I suppose that’s why she didn’t ask. She decided and opened her legs. It was up to us to deal with that rift in our marriage when we went home. Better that she had asked, I had said no, and she had done it anyway than how it had transpired. At least I would have felt respected out of it.
My fingers were reaching in between Katy’s legs and she was moaning quietly against my shoulder. The silliness of my thoughts struck me as I realized that I wasn’t willing to wait to see if Katy should go ask her husband. I pulled her into the adjacent office and shut the door. My lust was driving me and my passion was hot right now. No, I wouldn’t be seeking to engage in passion with Katy by asking permission first. That seemed to be counter-productive. I think if we both stepped back and took the time to ask, then the moment would be lost.
I laid Katy back onto the couch and removed her panties. Passion doesn’t wait for permission. When it comes, it can’t be denied by logic. No, it needs satisfying the moment it arrives. With two willing people knowing there’s no strings, there’s no reason or time for permission. I knelt down to Katy’s thighs and she opened her legs for me. I felt happy to be here lowering my face to something that belonged only to Rick. I felt no animosity towards him, or competitiveness. I didn’t feel like I was stealing anything from him. As my tongue touched her lips, I felt only satisfaction that I was about to give her pleasure. If anything, I felt closer to Rick in that I can know that we’ve shared the same pleasure – almost thankful to him for the pleasure I was taking, even though it was without his knowledge or permission.