Finally!

Brad and I were finally able to steal a small window of time and get together. Unfortunately we had to use the car but hey you do what you have to, you know? I met him at one of our designated meeting spots and we drove to a secluded area.

It was dark and thinking back I never actually saw his face other than the shadow of his face. It made the whole event seem that much more illicit. It left an air of mystery too. Does he still look the same? I found myself wondering. Well it's only been a few months since we broke up. He must still look the same I argued with myself. Yet I was left the next day longing just for glimpse.

We started kissing as if we had never split up as if it was just another ordinary rendezvous for us. I have to admit it was my first time cheating on Ean so I felt a little nervous and disconnected from myself and even from Brad. However, I knew I would feel that way. I knew that the first time wouldn't be anywhere near as good as the next time. I wondered if it were that way for Brad too. Not that it wasn't good mind you just that my own feelings were very disconnected. After the event I found I felt more than during. Again I knew it would go that way.

I also found myself worrying and trying to make up excuses and stories for if this that or the other thing were to happen. Such as the car breaking down. What if the police caught us how would I explain that? What if his wife found out somehow. What if suddenly Brad was no longer with his wife. Then what? A thought that didn't bother me so much before Ean but now with Ean. I didn't want to even want to think about the stress, chaos and pain that would cause me! Oh God so many things could go wrong.

I was sure I didn't want for Ean to find out. I was sure I didn't want for Ean to get hurt and suddenly now in the midst of this steamy affair with Brad I have all these other things to think about. Things that I never had to think about with him before. So these things were on my mind as I reached for Brad's cock, my mind was racing as I helped Brad remove his pants. I wrapped my lips around Brads stiff tool and thoughts of Ean began to leave my mind and suddenly all that mattered was working that hot cock in my mouth. All that mattered was getting that load. I thought of what a whore I am for Brad's cock.

Ean slowly came back to my mind. He would hate me if he knew. He would never understand this side of me. Would he forgive me I wondered....would he hurt me? I don't think he would ever hurt me. Would he hurt Brad...I don't think so he's not a fighter but if he were going to hurt anyone it would be Brad. No he wouldn't do that. He's not a fighter at all. FUCK! Why must I think about this now?!! I forced Ean from my head once again and went back to begging that cock for its juices. Brad had his hands in my hair and he was reminding me of what a dirty slut I was for sneaking out and sucking his cock like a good whore. "Suck it you whore!" Again thoughts of Ean were seeping into my mind yet again. What would he think of his princess now?

I would love for Ean to accept this about me. I would love him to love me in spite of it. Truly I would. I think about that all of the time. I don't think he ever would. I kept sucking that cock. It felt so big to me. Did it grow? Was it always this big? Yeah I guess it was. Brad forced my head down until I gagged. His hands were holding my hair tight and again he was telling me, "Swallow that cock slut, swallow it up!" I worked it good, until it erupted in my mouth shooting its sweet man juices all over my tongue and the back of my throat. My soul rejoiced at the taste of that jizz. Ean never cums in my mouth and I missed it!

The next day I kissed Ean and all I could think about was how I had swallowed that big load of man cream the night before. It turned me on incredibly to be kissing Ean knowing my dirty little secret. The funny thing about this is the contrast in the way both men treat me is what makes this so exciting for me! Ean loves me, adores me and caters to my needs. He is ever so eager to please me and excite me in and out of bed. Ean gives me more orgasms then any man ever has because he works so hard at it. I love Ean for this. I totally love him for it! Brad treats me like I'm a cockwhore, he calls me a whore and a slut and is somewhat forceful and dominant and I love and adore him for that. Both men feed into each other and delight me in a way that I never dreamed possible!

Everything feels so good it's downright scary! I've learned a truth about myself that I never wanted to admit. I need more than one man to really please me and there isn't really any getting around that fact I guess. I feel so happy!