Kate Gets Marks extract: start of chapter two

2. Deciding

Trying to meet up with Mark Two to make sure of my intentions wasn’t that easy. Work, studies and my family already involved a lot of juggling. Getting my period meant I had to cancel the first night I managed to synchronise with Mark Two as I didn’t want to inflict my touch of moodiness upon him. The next earliest time I could organise with him for us to meet was some weeks later; only for me to fall ill with such a bad cold that I couldn’t contemplate leaving the house when the day finally arrived.

The erotic energy that took over my mind and body during these frustrating weeks was exhausting. I became fixated on the idea of having sex with Mark Two, even though most of the time I still considered this an open question, rather than a definite plan. I really enjoyed the great sex I was having with husband Mark, and probably more than usual. I wasn’t quite yet at the point where I fantasised that it was Mark Two inside me, but such thoughts did sometimes cross my mind during our love making.

I didn’t tell my husband of these preoccupations, but one time after I had got over my cold he flat out asked me if I was thinking of the other Mark as we fucked. “Not really,” I half lied, adding that I was more interested in thinking about talking and flirting with Mark than anything else, which was also only half true. I am not sure why, but this response drove Mark wild and he thrust into me harder and faster than ever.

I still wondered what was going on in my husband’s head so in this heated moment I once again asked him to explain why he thought I should have sex with another man. “Because I love you my darling, and because you are so beautiful,” he replied, before groaning into orgasm behind me. I focussed on the feeling of warmth from his presence still deep within me, and his words of just a moment ago, and joined him in wonderful ecstasy.

In another short moment we were lying snuggled together, enjoying the deep togetherness of our love and pleasure. For once, I didn’t make a quick grab for tissues, and instead tried to ignore the uncomfortable oozing wetness between my legs that usually distracted me. This time, I just let myself luxuriate in the wonderful feeling of shared intimacy. What could be better than this? Was I somehow putting this wonderful feeling of closeness in jeopardy? Mark stirred slightly to wiggle his body closer against me, crossing his arm around me to cup my lower left breast.

I shrank as he touched my very sensitive nipple then delighted in the lovely feeling of being held by him. In a flash, my lust and arousal was soaring so quickly and strongly that I found myself pleading with Mark to please lick me. He immediately flipped himself around and had his tongue deep within me. It felt delightful. Then he was sucking, nibbling and flicking, and that was just perfect too.

After enjoying this wonderful attention for a few minutes, and feeling incredibly aroused and wickedly naughty, I decided to see what might be the amorous effect of some gentle teasing. “Do you want Mark to be doing this to me darling, fucking and licking me like this?” Mark stopped what he was doing and looked up at me from between my thighs, his face glistening. His expression shifted between a smirk and an enigmatic smile. “Of course, if you would like that my dear.” He moved his whole body upwards, indicating that his wonderful pleasing of me with his mouth had finished. At once I regretted what I had said, thinking he was stopping. As he knelt higher I saw his very hard erection. “You think he will please you like I do?” grunted my very turned-on husband.

“No need to make it into a dick-waving contest,” I replied demurely, faking it. He smiled at me, knowing that even jokes aside the whole thing had got a bit silly. Regardless, he was completely unable to contain his excitement; anyway, neither could I! Just going with it, I focussed on the lovely feeling of him moving slowly inside me after his quick entry. I matched his efforts with little tilts and thrusts of my pelvis and hips, as we built towards another wonderful climax. After a quick kiss and rearranging of the sheets and doona we both fell asleep; the issue of my having sex with Mark Two still unsettled, but perhaps even closer to getting the go-ahead.

It was morning, and before I was fully conscious of what I was saying or doing I had a burning question for my husband: “Mark, why do you want me to fuck Mark?” I had woken up from a night filled with dreams of wonderful erotic intimacy with Mark Two. These were the most sexual dreams of my life, and my whole body was flushed with arousal. I could still feel him pulsing inside me, his groans matching my moans, and I had tasted his semen exploding in my mouth. The vivid erotic images of the dream quickly faded, but the powerful lingering consciousness of what I enjoyed in my dreams left me bewildered and uncertain.

My thoughts were spinning and my whole body was quivering with excitement. I couldn’t decide whether these incredibly sensuous feelings and real seeming images were simply delightful imaginings, memories of something that actually happened, or even somehow a prophesising of what would inevitably happen?

I understood my demanding question of my husband was actually directed at myself, already knowing the answer. I couldn’t pretend that I was being pushed into anything. I would pursue having a sexual relationship with Mark Two because this was what I wanted. Whether this would actually happen was really only up to him now.

Author: Ronnie Strong

Ronnie came to writing fine erotica via his studies and career in professional writing. He grew up in East Doncaster, during the sixties and seventies. Ronnie then lived in student share houses in Fitzroy during the 1980s. He moved further north in Melbourne's suburbs over the years. He also had an interlude in a country town and Melbourne’s inner western suburbs. He is now very settled in a little pocket of Reservoir near La Trobe University. That is where he completed his PhD. Ronnie is a working parent with young children. His day job as a policy officer with a government department is a bit of a distraction, but does pay the bills. Ronnie loves music and has been a David Bowie fan all his life. He follows the Sydney Swans AFL football club. He also like reading and great movies and television series.

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