As whispered to Lady Lynxx in the Boudoir…she’s back a day early due to popular demand!
Bernard came back home three days after my little encounter with ‘A’. He seemed to be in very good sprits which usually meant that he would expect a good meal and possibly some pus*y afterwards.
Sometimes, I would pretend to have a headache to avoid sex with him, but this time it was different. I had cheated on my hubby and felt really guilty; the idiot even brought me back a Tiffany bracelet as a surprise gift! Needless to say, the guilt almost consumed me alive.
Being the good man that he is, Bernard provides everything for the two of us. Once he was earning enough, he encouraged me to quit my job in the hope that he would get me pregnant soon. Unfortunately for my husband I’ve been secretly having a birth control injection a few times a year, so the chances of that happening are extremely slim. I want to have my cake and eat it too dammit! Maybe I’ll give him a baby in five years. I’ll be 30 by then and hopefully my libido would have calmed down somewhat.
So Bernard and I are sitting down after eating a good ass meal (that I cooked might I add). We were just chillin and watching the TV and suddenly A comes up on the screen; Bernard wants to watch the playoffs like he doesn’t get enough of that at work already.
So I said earlier that I was guilty right? Right. As I was saying, we’re watching A and I just sit there quietly while Bernard goes into a monologue about how A is one of the best point-guards in b-ball and more blah, blah, blah, you know how men can get sometimes when they’re talking about their favourite sports men etc.
I had enough of it and since I was feeling so guilty, I decided to give my husband a rare treat. I got down on my knees between his legs and gave him a hug at first, I rested on his chestfor a while and then kissed his neck. I wasn’t a passionate kiss though, it was more like kissing my sister or something. Bernard rubs my booty and keeps on watching the game. Then he asks me;
‘You okay Ree…is something on your mind baby’
By now, I’m really shook but I’m playing it cool;
‘No honey, I’m just happy to have my teddy bear back that’s all. I wish you would stop watching that dammed b-ball tho…’
‘Oh it’s almost finished baby, then you can have me all to yourself’
‘I don’t think I can wait that long…’
When my lips reached his lil d*ck, Bernard wasn’t watching TV anymore; he just kept calling my name as I sucked him off. It was only fair for me to service him after I’d let another man eat out of his goods. I kept doing my chicken-head thing on his shaft until he finally bust and rather than swallow (I never swallow), I let the hot semen flow all over my hands and then rubbed it all over my t*ts like a little porn slut.
Bernard was a bit shocked, but he never complained.
Who knew…maybe my little exploits could improve the quality of our sex life.
Afterwards I checked my cell as I had missed a call, my girl Tania had left me a message…she said that somebody was asking her for my number but she didn’t want to give it out. His name was ‘J’ and apparently he’d heard about me from a team mate. Tania knew my game, actually she introduced me to it and had been in it herself for a long time. But lemme stop…I’ll tell you how things went with J next week.
Until then ladies and I’m glad to be a source of entertainment to you all!
‘The married groupie’
Lady Lynxx: look forward to the next instalment next week!
*Please note: names and personal details have been changed to protect identities!
© Lady Lynxx 2008
Part one is here for those who missed it: