Think Like A Man…Cheat Like A Woman? – Tasty Tuesday

Let me first start by saying I do not condone cheating….(I’m making room for the comments, snickers, and expletives)

BUT I think if you are going to do it – then hell – do it right!  Men often get caught cheating because they lose interest and/or stop paying attention to their mate.  Here’s a tip, remain consistent.  Don’t stop having sex.  Continue to do the things that you did before the desire to cheat arose. … Continue Reading

Ask the Sexpert: Tasty Tuesday

Q. My wife and I have been married for ten years. She is the love of my life, but I can’t stop cheating on her. I try to remain faithful, but I see her as the mother of my kids and not a sexual object. Help!

A. I definitely don’t condone the cheating. If you feel that you have to cheat then you should reevaluate your situation. … Continue Reading

Salt: Tasty Tuesday

a continuation from Suga Around the Rim… to read it, click here.

I nudged you a few times; took you awhile to move.

When I realized the time, I knew it was only a matter of minutes before he’d arrive. Knew I was cutting it pretty close.

“Babe, you gotta move. Babe. You gotta move.”

I probably had a bit of urgency in my voice, cause you looked at me confused. Guess you must’ve forgot I took my ring off when you came in the house. Your movement was slow on purpose. I really didn’t want you to leave either, but I preferred your life over my needs…so I rushed you a bit, hoping you didn’t take it personal.

“So this is it. This is my last time with you?”

I couldn’t respond to your emotion. I just knew you needed to leave so I could make sense of the mess I caused. I was unresponsive. It pissed you off more, but I really just needed you to walk out the patio door. I hated when Greg knocked down those walls to my breakfast nook to make that damn patio, but the shit is coming in handy now.

“I’ll call you, I promise. Just walk around the big tree to your car. I promise…I’ll call you. OK?”

Your face said “whatever”. That hurt me, but I didn’t have time to address the emotion.  I knew he was close.

Didn’t even have time to wash the sex off my ass. I did a quick hoe bath, tried to straighten up as much as possible, pack a quick bag, and prepare for the backlash. My emotional state was collapsing but I didn’t have time to respond to any of it. I hate being like this. I felt his presence before he walked in the door. My heart dropped a bit, but I was ready nonetheless.

“Jo-jo! JO!  Who was that coming out of our yard with no shirt on? Was it the neighbor’s son again? Let me know if I need to speak to Keith about that. Jo-jo! Where are you?”

Clearly, this isn’t the first time this has happened. It was, unfortunately, involving my neighbor’s son but it was a great way for him to come out. As sick and twisted as that sounds it was beneficial for both of us at the time. Now…not so much.

“No babe. It wasn’t Keith’s son.”

I don’t know if I was more pissed that HE got caught, that he purposefully made himself seen, or that I had to leave the comforts of my life. Still the emotion was too much.

“Jo, didn’t you hear me…F–K. He was here for you wasn’t he?”

It was actually refreshing that he figured it out. Made the emotions more bearable…slightly.

“I’m sorry. Of course, that’s such a typical response, but I am. Really….I am.”

Him staring through me didn’t make this situation easy. I knew I would get caught up, just not like this. Not sure if I can drink a martini again….maybe I’m being a bit extreme.

“So. Show me what you did. I wanna know what you did with this kid that you couldn’t do with me.”

At that very moment, I realized that I wasn’t as sick and twisted as I believe myself to be. I actually got nauseous. There’s no way I could perform the same acts on Greg. Greg doesn’t even move me the same way as HE does. I was sick to my stomach, I just wanted him to yell so that I could leave with the small piece of dignity I had left…but I knew where he was going with this.

“C’mon. Show me. How’d he get you there? Did he play in you ‘fro? Touch your breasts? Show me. I wanna experience what he had.”

Fearing where this is going I yelled, “I can’t remember.”

As you reached to pull my hair, I didn’t know it would ignite something in me. Your touch wasn’t the same. It was aggressive, passionate almost. I was turned on again. I haven’t felt that way in six years. As you pull my hair harder, you bent my head back to kiss me.  As turned on as I am, I get that nauseous feeling back. I haven’t kissed you…I mean really kissed you in years. The anxiety of how it would taste unnerved me.

“Open your mouth! Show me.”

I reluctantly obliged, but the feeling was different. It wasn’t like the last time. The taste of sweet, overpowered the salt of the years that had gone passed.  You mouthed, “show me”, as I grabbed your face and slowly slid my tongue in your mouth. I was instantly wet.  Your grip on my hair loosened, along with your belt. I never thought I’d have a sexual encounter with you again, but here we were.

“Jo-jo I love you so much. Why would you hurt me?”

I bite your bottom lip to encourage you to hush. I don’t need the emotion, I’m extremely wet. Any reference to my heart would kill the mood.

“Shhhh…you want me to show you, so let me show you.”

Your pants drop, and what I felt was not the man I had lie next to for over 10 years. I had no clue who’s penis that was but I wanted it in me ASAP. Crawling backwards on the bed, I remove your shirt. The kisses were beyond passionate. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way with you.

“Can I take off your shirt?”

F–K! I knew it was too good to be true. “Don’t ask me, just do it. What happened to the man that just pulled my hair?”

The kisses stopped, and at that moment, you realized why I had gone astray. You realized why, I was never “in the mood”, why I’d come so quickly….lose interest.

“So that’s what you like?”

You said it as if you just figured out who I was. It was a pivotal point in our relationship. Before I knew, you had pushed me on the bed, and damn near ripped my pants off. I was slightly turned on. Then you ravished me. I screamed until it hurt to scream. You had my legs spread so far apart. The flickering of your tongue against my labia was indescribable. My body shuttered from the intensity. The baldness of your head, against my fresh Brazilian wax was so smooth.  As you played with my nipples, I grabbed the sheets off the bed. Maybe I should’ve left the room the way it was.

“Is that how you like Jo, rough…aggressive?”

I was unresponsive, and in daze over the tongue lashing I’d just received. Without warning you entered me. I’ve never felt you so hard. It was so deep.  You were so deep. My hands were pinned together, your thrusts were hard and fast. I felt it in my stomach. I almost called out his name, but I had to open my eyes.

“Did you say his name? I want you to say mine, like you said his.”

I couldn’t do it. Each time I formed my mouth to say “Greg”, his name would hit the tip of my tongue. The man screwing me like a porn star was not my husband.

“Say my name Jo. SAY IT!”

It was mere milliseconds before I responded, but I had to end this portion. It was getting too emotional.

“You want it like him, yes? Then be quiet.”

I will always remember your face after I said that. I was utter shock, and a great time for me to be on top. As good as it felt, I had to end it soon before it got out of hand.

“Lie back, and let me work.”

I felt your heart beat rapidly as rode you. I reached for your neck, and you responded reaching for mine. Your grip was tighter, so I used my muscles to calm you down. I leaned in and moved my ass faster. I could feel the shutter in your thighs. You grab my hair and my ass. I forgot how flexible I was until you arched my back. Your hand gripping my ass moved me faster. It was hard, fast, deep. It felt so good, and just when I thought you were about to cum, you played with my clit. I screamed again. The fast thrusts, while your fingers toyed with my middle, drove me insane.

“Say it now Jo. Say my name…SAY IT!”

I don’t know whose name I was saying, but it was someone’s. I’m assuming I said Greg, because the thrusts turned into bouncing. He gripped my breast so tight, a one point I thought he was going to rip them off.  I almost stopped breathing the orgasms where so steady. The bouncing was hard; I felt it deep in my pelvis. I knew it would hurt later.  It was like he wouldn’t let go and cum. I was getting tired; I was still worn from last night. Then he came. He pounded me as he was coming. My hips he gripped so tightly. Rougher than what I’m used to, but I got the gist of where he was going with it. I let him have that moment. He needed to feel as if he was in control of something….so I submitted to his emotions.

He threw me off him, and we both breathing heavy in the bed. We’d never had sex like before. It was overly intense. I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I opened my eyes and realized Greg wasn’t there. My bag was still on the floor but the closets were empty.

“Greg. Greg…hello.”

He’d taken all of his stuff. When I walked back to the room, there was a note.

“Johana Reese, I’ve loved you from the first day I saw you, and I just knew we’d be together forever. Somewhere along our journey, ‘forever’ became distant. I lost you, and when I looked back to find you, you were already gone. The sex we had was indescribable, but it’s not who I am. It will never be who I am, and for that, I realized fighting for you would be pointless. What’s a marriage when a man can’t make love to his wife? I’m not a quitter, but for once, this is a battle I can’t fight. I’d been seeing someone on my trips away. We’d never been intimate but yesterday she asked me to leave you. I didn’t respond to her, but after today, I realized it’d be best to go where I’m wanted. So I left you with the house. Keep the ring; it was designed specifically for you. There’s no need for you to leave where you’re most comfortable. I’m not sure who this woman is that I’ve slept with, but I wish her well, and if you happen to walk past my wife. Tell her I’ll always love her. Greg, aka Salt.”

I sat on the bed, naked because it’s how I felt. I would have rather me left. It would’ve been easier for me to deal with the destruction of my marriage. I never expected Greg to be the one to leave, but it is what it is.

In the oddest way, you showed back up. I figured you were here to plead your case. At this point, it was all or nothing for me. As I walked to the door, I saw the emotion on your face.

“He left me”, was my greeting to you. I guess it killed your whole spiel.

“He left…does that mean?”

“Only if you want me….”

Although salt had been thrown on the wound, the sweetness of his aura cured it all. I had no idea where I was to go from here; I was just glad he found me good enough to travel with…

VaughnySweet

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Unexpected (Part 2): Tasty Tuesday

Moving my foot from next to him, I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. I turned towards the doorway.

Shayne stood, frozen in the door jamb, her nipples standing at attention, her chest heaving, the same odd combination of remorse and lust in her eyes. I sized her up – slender frame, breasts enough for a palm full, her heritage showing in her ample hips and generous backside, even from looking at her in the front. Releasing T’s hand and quietly summoning the liquid courage I had earlier, I walked up to her and whispered, “If you wanted to know what I taste like, all you had to do was ask”.

Then I leaned in and licked her bottom lip before pulling it between mine and kissing her.

It wasn’t what I expected.

Shayne’s lips were warm where I thought they’d be cool, sweet where I was expecting perhaps sour, enticing where I expected repulsion. You could hear the veritable pause in the room – the shift in the tension from potential disaster to Pandora’s playground. I kissed her again, this time her upper lip, my tongue parting her still surprised mouth and playing the devil’s sonata.

My hands ran up her sides.

It all came surprisingly natural, and she responded in kind so quickly that I almost understood T’s attraction to her. She was easy. Easy and pliant and willing.
I didn’t even care that this was wrong anymore.

This was about to be another page in my sex diary.

Breaking off from her, I turned to look at T. His eyes narrowed, the lust evident in his hanging weight, hard and leaning to the left, jumping at the opportunity in front of it literally. I looked him in his eyes again.

“Is this what you wanted?”

He paused, then nodded slowly, hungry for me but unsure of what was about to happen next. I looked at him, eyebrows raised. Taking Shayne’s hand from behind me, I gently pulled her into the room and towards the bed. Sitting her down, I looked back at T and slowly took my g-string off, dropping it to the floor and standing askance, still in front of Shayne, my clit throbbing and threatening to peek out from behind my folds.

Control was a powerful aphrodisiac.

My words were simple. “Taste me”.

T turned to me and went to kiss me, but I turned back to Shayne and kissed her instead, a full out tongue kiss, our bodies now pressed close, my nipples rubbing her nipples through the thin cloth of her crop top. T let his abandoned kiss trail down the middle of my back as I moved to kiss Shayne’s neck, my mouth and tongue beginning to create a mini fire as Shayne squirmed under me.

T’s roving mouth kissed my waist.

Then my ass.

He moved closer, closer to where I was so wet, a slow waterfall threatening to drown my clit. He licked me and I jumped slightly, the pleasure so carnal yet so familiar. I decided to do the same, letting my kisses trail down, past Shayne’s orange sized breasts, past her belly button. Slowly removing her shorts with my teeth, I used my hands to push her further onto the bed so that T would still be able to lick me. And lick he did, his tongue writing a new erotic story on my jewel as I found Shayne’s clit. I looked at her for a second. She had her finger in her mouth, her eyes telling me that she was far gone. I asked her, “Does he do this to you?”

She froze, fear slowly overtaking the desire in her eyes.

I blew on her clit. She moaned.

“Does he? Answer me.”

I blew on her again as T continued to lick me from behind. Moaning a little, I bent down to her triangle and kissed it once. Twice. The fear dissipated as she gasped, my mouth grabbing her clit and sucking gently, then licking around her folds before going back for her clit again.

She was so wet it should have been a crime.

This should have been a crime. But I was too far gone.

As I licked her mad, I felt the tip of T’s dick replace his tongue, and before I could wonder when he put the condom on, he eased his way inside me, filled me like he was still mine and I his.

Shayne’s body bucked as she became to come.

Before she could, I worked my way up and kissed her again as T’s strokes came stronger and harder, his girth pushing my walls to the max. Shayne swallowed the taste of her and my cries as he pushed harder and deeper, his low growl mixing with my muffled cries and Shayne’s soft moans. She reached up to stroke my nipples, realizing that I was on the verge of coming, and coming hard.

I kissed her hard.

T’s strokes pushed my body closer to hers, my cries swallowed by her moans. I heard T cry out as I felt my body start to shake and the orgasm took over me. He pounded me, coming as I came.

The silence that ensued was deafening.

Finally entangling myself, I stretched and yawned. Looking over at the dresser, I saw T’s truck keys splayed on the vanity. Looking at him, I realized that he was looking at me expectantly. “Are those the truck keys?” I asked. “Yea…” he replied, glancing at Shayne before turning back to me. Bending down to get my coat, I shrugged it back on and, tying the knot securely, looked at him and Shayne, searching for something to say.

There was nothing.

I grabbed the keys from the vanity and said, “It’s been real, kids.”

Then I left.

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