Erotic Series by Mary (Part 7)

23.12.2012 | By: Mary

When I got home, I lay down in the bedroom and could hardly even think. As if my brain was paralyzed.

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When I got home, I lay down in the bedroom and could hardly even think. As if my brain was paralyzed. Two images flashed before my eyes: my husband and the Teacher.

The three days of solitude before my husband came back passed as if I was drugged.

I was reliving that scene from the living room over and over again. It felt as if I had committed a terrible sin. I knew I had gotten involved with a dirty old man. I always despised and mocked people like that. Now I have done it! I admit that I enjoyed my time with him. But it was different than ever before. I found it hard to put my finger on it.

On the third day, I promised myself never to call him again, to wipe him from my memory. When my husband came home, I told him:

“I have missed you so much! I will never disappoint you again.”

He ripped my clothes off already in the hall. For a whole month, we had an ideal marriage. We had lots of sex. But he started forcing me again: “Swallow my sperm!”

I am not saying I did not try, but I just could not do it. Even more, he left me cold more and more often. My orgasms were becoming a rarity. It was a true luxury if I managed it. His youthful wildness and superficiality was...insulting. We started arguing again. I had enough of everything. Slowly, I started to quietly crave for calmness, maturity and a different orgasm... And my heart hurt when I thought about the Teacher for the first time in a month. I did not want to, but my hand reached for the cell phone on its own. When he answered, I started crying because of my weakness to succumb to my darkest passions. His voice violently brought back the memory of that orgasm.

He did not interrupt. He comforted me and urged me to cry as long as I could. He wanted me to tell him my problems. My head was spinning when I told him about the intercourse with my husband.

“Until I met you, I never knew an orgasm could be so strong and deep.”

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I finally admitted that I could not swallow my husband’s sperm.

“Shush, be quiet. Do not utter such sinful words! You were made to give pleasure. You have to realize that. Surrender yourself to him. Baby, I will not force you to do anything. If you have chosen me as your teacher, then let me help you. Before you call me again, I want you to drink his delicious and healthy fluid at least three times.”

“But why do you say that, Teacher? I am miserable with him, I want to leave him!”

“Imagine you are drinking it for me. You will see, it will change you. You did not meet me just for any reason. It is up to you to see the significance in our acquaintance and to save your marriage, while being completely free.”

When he hung the phone up, I was determined to do what he said, but my husband was of no help. He demanded and demanded and I could not do what he wanted. I had enough of him. To hell with my marriage! The Teacher’s persona was too great. He took over the fantasies in my mind and my husband was on another planet.

It took me a long time to pluck up the courage, but I could not take it any longer. I was afraid to call him, so I sent him a message: I want to see you.

I received an answer after three days: Tomorrow at 12pm in front of my house!