There was nothing I could do to wipe it off.“Please let me taste your cum,” I begged when he came back into the room.Without a word he started str...oking me fast and hard, I gasped in surprise. “Oh god yes,” I breathed as I felt myself getting close again. I started panting harder and hard as he gripped tighter and tighter. Like before he stopped. “Please let me cum,” I begged, his juices still covering my face. He held out a buttplug. “If you put that in, I’ll let you cum, but you gotta. ”The End *Disclaimer*‘Our Story’ is BASED on a true story. Yes I cheated on my husband with a stranger I met at a bar, and in the wake of that came to discover he’d cheated on me with my friend. And yes I went back and slept with that same stranger twice after learning the truth. And yes at one point I had a threesome with friends from my party past. And yes I had sex with an old flame. I changed quite a bit as far as the “character” of the stranger went in part to protect those involved. The. Slowly, gently, Shannon unbuttoned Molly's blouse to reveal her black silk bra beneath. Practiced fingers undid the clasps, and the garment fell away to reveal the bountiful curve of one breast, and the scarred lump of a mastectomy. Shannon gingerly touched the scar. Molly-had she been here-would have laughed and pressed her lovers hand to the missing breast."See, nothing to hide." Molly would have joked. Shannon, choked with tears, lay her head on Molly's chest and wept."Hurry." She thought. I remember one weekend in January especially well; we were making love on her couch, and as I held my weight on the palms of my hands gripping the cushion, with her right leg straight up over my left shoulder, she grasped my right elbow in her hand and our foreheads almost touched. She stared me eyeball to eyeball as we both achieved our climaxes, and if I ever looked into someone’s soul and saw my perfect match, I did then. Total concentration each on the other, a bond I’d never dreamed of,.