Forgive me the use of the same male avatar in the next batch of photos, lol. I’ve not been in Second Life that long and have made just enough friends to have pose with me.
I’d still see Paul, dog-walking, after he went back to his wife. We’d smile and say hello but we both knew that there was no going back to what we had. Sometimes he had his wife and the baby with him and I think he was terrified I’d say something. Once, his wife even instigated conversation but I played a straight bat, made small talk and walked on. I think, in hindsight, I was a little heartbroken, despite never having got too attached before.
Before we’d even begun our affair, though, Paul would sometimes be walking the dog along with one of his friends, another black guy called Anton.
One afternoon I’d met a friend for coffee, a few miles from home. She’d just left and I was in the process of paying the bill when Anton said hello. I didn’t remember him.
We chatted for a while and it became clear that he knew all about the affair I had had with Paul, at which point the conversation turned slightly dirty and flirty 🙂
Thirty minutes later we were in the car park to a local beauty spot, parked well away from others, and I had his cock in my mouth.
As usual, it wasn’t my mouth I wanted and needed filled 🙂
So he obliged.
Still dressed, on the bonnet (hood) of the car with my jeans and panties slid down just enough to make the deed work. He simply unzipped, flopped his cock out, let me suck him hard and he was in me. He came, I didn’t (the only disappointment of the afternoon) but it was the beginning of an affair with him.
We continued as Paul and I had, fucking each other mercilessly on Saturdays.
It was going great for several moths. And then Dave came home early. A burst water pipe at the golf club had seen the clubhouse closed.
‘I thought I heard voices’ Dave said from the foot of the bed where Anton and I had just finished fucking. Shit!
He turned on his heel and walked out. Anton got dressed and exited as quickly as he could. I never saw him again.
With his cum still dribbling down my leg, I found Dave and tried to explain. My need for sex, his once-weekly not enough, all the toys I’d bought. The racy lingerie.
How I simply had an enormous sex drive and embarked on an affair (I didn’t say it was my second) just to fill that void.
‘I’m going to see my daughter now’, he said quietly. ‘Please have left forever by the time I get back this evening’.
I didn’t leave. Dave came home, as calm as he had been when he left.
‘I meant what I said. But I recognise it’s impossible for you to find accommodation at this time on a Saturday night. I’ve no idea why I should care if you don’t. You have until the end of the month to find somewhere. In the meantime I’ve spent the time profitably by having your credit cards stopped. Happily, we’ve always maintained separate bank accounts so you don’t have access to my money. I shall sleep in the spare bedroom from now on. I don’t even wish to think about lying in a bed where you’ve been fucking God knows how many people behind my back’.
‘The first time, Dave…I swear’, I lied.
‘No matter. What’s done is done. End of the month and I’ll see the divorce lawyers on Monday morning.’