An Affair with an older married lady... and the aftermath...

[Shrouded]

We began to meet each other very frequently, sometimes spending entire weekends in hotels of her choice. The sex was good if not great.

But there was a deeper bond developing. We could talk about things that I never talked about with anyone else. Even my exes. We shared our hopes, dreams and plans for the future. She always seemed to know and understand how I was feeling.

She seemed to be the perfect girlfriend, even though we weren't really in a relationship.

I often wondered if I should have asked for more.

We were literally at a stage where we knew almost everything about each other. Likes and dislikes, had common interests. She even called me things like dear and baby. Weren't these words reserved for your lover?

I kept questioning my worth to her. Yes, I knew she was older, but I didn't know how much older. But May-December pairings were common these days. I asked myself if it was because of her money, which I thought no.

There were weird feelings that I felt. Different feelings from those I felt with any other girl. While my cock ached for her sometimes, there was also anticipation of our chats, just spending time together, lying on the bed in each others arms. There were times that I felt a lot happier just holding her than banging her or getting my cock sucked. All I wanted to do was tell her how my week was and listen to hers.

Perhaps I had really fallen in love. Perhaps I was so lonely and unfulfilled with my life that the first pussy I banged that came with a complete package made me want to settle down.

I tried making comparisons with the rest of my so-called stable relationships but couldn't find a lot of similarities. Except the weird feelings.

I never talked to Ann about these feelings. I didn't want to scare her away. But perhaps I should have.

We had checked into a hotel again for the weekend and had dinner in the restaurant before heading to the room. Ann had opened a bottle of red wine costing half my monthly salary. She had closed some deal during the week and wanted to celebrate.

We were all over each other in the lift, oblivious to the fact that it was glass, and we were putting on quite a show.

I hastily inserted the key card to enter the room and she immediately ambushed me, pushing me against the door, unbuckling my jeans and pulling it down together with my boxers. Her soft lips and tongue wrapped themselves around my pole, hardening it and lubricating it. It didn't really matter as I felt how wet she was when she mounted me, standing up and banged me against the door.

I supported her weight as our lips locked and our tongues fought and she ground herself onto me. I could feel every single shudder, ever single tightening of her pussy.

I carried her to the bed and lay her on it as I stood at the side and pounded her as hard as I could.

Ann screamed and moaned with wild lust as she clawed my ass and lower back. A couple of violent shivers from her lower body showed me just how good she was feeling. I withdrew, intent on eating her to another orgasm, but she grabbed my head and pulled me back.

"Fuck me so hard that I bleed."

"What?"

That wasn't possible. There was no way Ann would start bleeding unless her period came. She was as wet as a person caught in a thunderstorm without an umbrella.

But I did as requested, banging her as hard as I could until my legs began to wobble and I was running out of breath.

"Don't stop! Please!"

I tried to keep it in while banging her the way she wanted it. Her vaginal contractions were milking me to the point of no return.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too! Don't stop! Fill me with your hot cum!"

I released my entire load inside her. It looked like she had not cum yet. But there was no way I could continue banging her hard. I withdrew my rapidly deflating cock and used the next best thing, my fingers.

My third and fourth fingers entered easily and I tried to replicate the force I was using before, with my thumb running circles around her clit.

She grabbed the bedsheet and let out the scariest moan/growl I had ever heard, as though she was possessed and the demon was leaving her body through her nether regions.

Then I felt it.

A gush of warm liquid shooting out as I removed my fingers. Her lower body was trembling so hard that I thought she was having an epileptic fit.

Inserted my fingers again and probed her gspot, forcing more liquid out.

Anyone one walking past the room would no doubt flee in terror on the assumption that the exorcist was busy compelling demons with the power of his master.

A whole slew of four letter f-words exited her mouth. I had never heard her so vulgar before.

The entire scene was so erotic that I felt my cock twitching.

Even though only semi-hard, I plunged in again in the hope that in the process I would get harder.

Being semi-hard was good as the thrust had to be slower and concentrated around the front of her vagina, where the more sensitive nerve endings were.

Ann writhed around and almost tore the bedsheets out.

"Don't torture me like this. It makes want you so bad..."

"Well you have me now..."

She smiled in between moans.

It didn't occur to me then how accurate that statement was.

[SammyNewbie]

Yay! *is now happy and having a semi erection though sick* ^.^

[btblue8]

This is really good thank you

[cuntarow]

bro anymore undate??

[ANowhereMan]

Welcome back bro. GOod writing

[bivalve]

Wah lau~~! Cliff Hanger!!! WTFBBQ!
Now i got nothing to enjoy my coffee with....

But that was intense though. Can visualize all the *piak piak piak piak*, her wetness, the yellow lights of the room and the 2 main leads fucking in the full view of the city behind the hotel windows.

Great work bro. You should direct some porn.

[Shrouded]

It happened as suddenly as it started.

Ann told me she was going another business trip during one of our regular fuck sessions. This time she would be gone for two months at least.

As usual, despite my protests, she gave me cash again.

I waited patiently for her to return.

Two months passed, then three. Then six.

There was no word from her.

My calls were instantly disconnected, whatsapp messages were not read. Sometimes if I was in the east I would head down to where her house was to check what was happening but the house was empty. Even the cars I drove before were gone.

Needless to say, I had to move on with my life otherwise it would start to affect me.

I thought I had found a person I was happy with. Someone I wanted to be with for a long time. It soon became obvious that I was wrong.

Thankfully, I was overseas for training for around 8 weeks. When I returned, it was still the same. Ann did not contact me.

One fine day, I received a sms from an unknown number.

"Meet me at xxx tonight."

I wondered who it was. Did Ann pass my contact to her friend? Perhaps she wanted to satisfy the horny me when she could not?

Nothing in the world prepared me for what was about to happen.

I arrived at the place as requested. It was a playground near where Ann stayed. I found it weird that someone would want to meet me there.

I waited for around half an hour before I decided to leave. But I was stopped by a stout man.

"Are you Mark?"

"Yes? You are?"

He hit me in the stomach, and I fell to the ground. Instinct caused me to try to sweep his legs out to get an advantage but he was faster than he looked.

A swift kick to my ribs rendered me breathless and flat to the ground. Two more guys came up and pinned my arms to the side while the man stood above me.

"Who the fuck are you?"

He didn't reply but instead, dug around my pockets for my wallet. Stupidly, my 11B and camp pass was inside.

He took out a small envelop and threw it at me. His friends let go of my hands.

I opened the envelop.

In it were photographs of Ann and me. Outside the pub, at hotel lobbies, and even some in the midst of fucking in the hotel room.

I was shocked.

"What the fuck is this?"

"The woman you're fucking is my wife of 15 years you son of a bitch. The mother of my 3 children."

"Oh my god. I really didn't know..."

"I don't give a shit if you know or not. You slept with her and made her pregnant. Piece of shit."

He proceeded to take a photograph of my 11B and camp pass.

"I know who you are, where you live, and what you work as. I can destroy you."

"Wait. This isn't entirely my fault."

"Oh? Then whose fault is this?"

"You can blame your wife too. Or blame yourself for neglecting her. You chased her to the arms of another man."

Suddenly it was his turn to be silent.

"You've got balls. That's all I can say."

"Don't you want to know my side of the story?"

"No. I don't care what your story is."

"If I knew she was married, and a mother, I wouldn't have slept with her."

He looked carefully at my 11B.

"Do you know she's ten years older than you?"

For awhile I was shocked. I knew Ann was older but by that much? She didn't look like she was. And mother of three kids? It didn't feel that way when I was inside her.

"I think she played us both."

"I would punch you again. But you're right."

I tried to stand up, but the pain at my ribs was bad. His two friends helped me to my feet.

"You said she's pregnant? How do you know it's mine?"

"Because I had a vasectomy."

"Oh. Sorry. Can I ask what happened to the baby?"

"She had an abortion."

"How long have you known?"

"A long time. But I ignored it as I know I can't satisfy her anymore. And I expected her to be more responsible."

"Then why come after me now? Why not leave it as it is?"

'Because I don't want you to think that you have a chance with her."

"And you couldn't tell me over the phone?"

"Ok. I admit I wanted to beat you up."

"And you're willing to have a criminal record?"

"I'm rich. I can compensate you."

"I don't give a shit about your money."

"What do you want then?"

"An apology. We both got played."

"That's all? Did I hit you too hard? Are you stupid or something?"

"No. Just apologize and we'll both go our separate ways."

"Fine. I'm sorry I hit you."

"Accepted. Can I go now?"

"Wait."

He took out his chequebook and wrote a one, passing it to me.

"Take it."

I looked at the cheque. Five thousand dollars only.

"What for?"

"Compensation."

"I don't want it."

"You can choose if you want to cash it or not. It's to cover your medical expenses. Just don't go anywhere near my wife again."

I folded it and put it in my pocket.

He returned my my wallet and passed me a name card. I took a quick glance. He was a managing director of a used car dealership. That explained the different cars that Ann could drive. Now I really wondered if anything she ever told me was true.

"Move on with your life. Stop thinking with your dick."

That was probably the best advice I had heard in a long time.

He left with his friends and I slowly made my way to the main road. I guess it would be good to make a visit to the nearest hospital.

[StillLearning]

Sad to read your unfortunate ending.
I hope you have recovered and moved on to a better life.

[ANowhereMan]

Thanks for sharing. Good advice

[tikogoh]

So much for camping for the next episode. Pity it ended this way. I'm glad I'm not screwing someone's wife

[Fowler09]

End of Story?

[Seiyajohn]

Originally Posted by Shrouded

It happened as suddenly as it started.

Ann told me she was going another business trip during one of our regular fuck sessions. This time she would be gone for two months at least.

As usual, despite my protests, she gave me cash again.

I waited patiently for her to return.

Two months passed, then three. Then six.

There was no word from her.

My calls were instantly disconnected, whatsapp messages were not read. Sometimes if I was in the east I would head down to where her house was to check what was happening but the house was empty. Even the cars I drove before were gone.

Needless to say, I had to move on with my life otherwise it would start to affect me.

I thought I had found a person I was happy with. Someone I wanted to be with for a long time. It soon became obvious that I was wrong.

Thankfully, I was overseas for training for around 8 weeks. When I returned, it was still the same. Ann did not contact me.

One fine day, I received a sms from an unknown number.

"Meet me at xxx tonight."

I wondered who it was. Did Ann pass my contact to her friend? Perhaps she wanted to satisfy the horny me when she could not?

Nothing in the world prepared me for what was about to happen.

I arrived at the place as requested. It was a playground near where Ann stayed. I found it weird that someone would want to meet me there.

I waited for around half an hour before I decided to leave. But I was stopped by a stout man.

"Are you Mark?"

"Yes? You are?"

He hit me in the stomach, and I fell to the ground. Instinct caused me to try to sweep his legs out to get an advantage but he was faster than he looked.

A swift kick to my ribs rendered me breathless and flat to the ground. Two more guys came up and pinned my arms to the side while the man stood above me.

"Who the fuck are you?"

He didn't reply but instead, dug around my pockets for my wallet. Stupidly, my 11B and camp pass was inside.

He took out a small envelop and threw it at me. His friends let go of my hands.

I opened the envelop.

In it were photographs of Ann and me. Outside the pub, at hotel lobbies, and even some in the midst of fucking in the hotel room.

I was shocked.

"What the fuck is this?"

"The woman you're fucking is my wife of 15 years you son of a bitch. The mother of my 3 children."

"Oh my god. I really didn't know..."

"I don't give a shit if you know or not. You slept with her and made her pregnant. Piece of shit."

He proceeded to take a photograph of my 11B and camp pass.

"I know who you are, where you live, and what you work as. I can destroy you."

"Wait. This isn't entirely my fault."

"Oh? Then whose fault is this?"

"You can blame your wife too. Or blame yourself for neglecting her. You chased her to the arms of another man."

Suddenly it was his turn to be silent.

"You've got balls. That's all I can say."

"Don't you want to know my side of the story?"

"No. I don't care what your story is."

"If I knew she was married, and a mother, I wouldn't have slept with her."

He looked carefully at my 11B.

"Do you know she's ten years older than you?"

For awhile I was shocked. I knew Ann was older but by that much? She didn't look like she was. And mother of three kids? It didn't feel that way when I was inside her.

"I think she played us both."

"I would punch you again. But you're right."

I tried to stand up, but the pain at my ribs was bad. His two friends helped me to my feet.

"You said she's pregnant? How do you know it's mine?"

"Because I had a vasectomy."

"Oh. Sorry. Can I ask what happened to the baby?"

"She had an abortion."

"How long have you known?"

"A long time. But I ignored it as I know I can't satisfy her anymore. And I expected her to be more responsible."

"Then why come after me now? Why not leave it as it is?"

'Because I don't want you to think that you have a chance with her."

"And you couldn't tell me over the phone?"

"Ok. I admit I wanted to beat you up."

"And you're willing to have a criminal record?"

"I'm rich. I can compensate you."

"I don't give a shit about your money."

"What do you want then?"

"An apology. We both got played."

"That's all? Did I hit you too hard? Are you stupid or something?"

"No. Just apologize and we'll both go our separate ways."

"Fine. I'm sorry I hit you."

"Accepted. Can I go now?"

"Wait."

He took out his chequebook and wrote a one, passing it to me.

"Take it."

I looked at the cheque. Five thousand dollars only.

"What for?"

"Compensation."

"I don't want it."

"You can choose if you want to cash it or not. It's to cover your medical expenses. Just don't go anywhere near my wife again."

I folded it and put it in my pocket.

He returned my my wallet and passed me a name card. I took a quick glance. He was a managing director of a used car dealership. That explained the different cars that Ann could drive. Now I really wondered if anything she ever told me was true.

"Move on with your life. Stop thinking with your dick."

That was probably the best advice I had heard in a long time.

He left with his friends and I slowly made my way to the main road. I guess it would be good to make a visit to the nearest hospital.

End of story?

[leo695mb]

More more pls

[PassingbyJ]

When she is much older and rich, there is a high chance she is married.

Maybe you suspected it, but don't dare to confront that possibility.

Aftermaths means there is more to come?

[bivalve]

Originally Posted by Shrouded

It happened as suddenly as it started.
...........................................

"Take it." I looked at the cheque. Five thousand dollars only.
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I folded it and put it in my pocket.
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He left with his friends and I slowly made my way to the main road. I guess it would be good to make a visit to the nearest hospital.

And then and then and then?

What happened to the cheque BTW?