You knew this day would come. When who you are, would come in conflict with who you wished you were. The day when you would get it all, but still not be sure you wanted it, no matter how much the craving burned in your mind. I know because I felt the same. 

“Honey? I’m home,” I call from the hallway. Setting down my purse on the table there. I head to the bedroom, my stiletto heels clicking on the Italian marble. I find you on the balcony overlooking the city.

“Did you do it?” you ask.

“What do you think?” I say before I see the glass and the mostly empty bottle. “What the fuck is this? You said you wouldn’t drink if I did this.”

“I poured them. I didn’t drink them. Your plant will probably die, sorry.” 

I frown, I liked that plant. But I’m glad you kept your promise to me. Like I kept mine to you. I untie the belt of my trench coat.

“Come sit down,” I say as I take off my trench coat.
“Where is your dress?” you ask.

“He kept it, as a trophy. The underwear too, but the bra was too expensive so I told him he couldn’t have that. You bought it for me.”

“He let you do that?” You ask.

“It cost extra,” I say. “Sit down.”

“Extra?”

“Just. Sit down. That’s how this goes, right?” 

Finally, I get you to sit down, my hand on the rail, I put my foot up on the edge of the seat and open myself to you, my pussy swollen from the abuse of a much larger man than you. I see you look, I know you wonder if that’s my juices, or his. Truth is, I have never been more wet in my life. Just watching you, looking at me excites me. I push my mound to you.

“Give me a second,” you say. I wait and run my fingers through your hair. You're looking up at me like a little boy.

“Have you been crying?” I ask.

“I couldn’t help it, the thought.”

“Did it make you hard, thinking about it?” 

“Yes,” you say with a pained look.

“Did you touch yourself?”

“No. I wanted to but…” 

Again, I push my pussy toward your mouth. Again, you turn away from your prize.

“These heels are killing me, baby. Eat me,” I say. You shake your head. I gently push myself closer. “Please.”

“I can’t.”

“Baby, I have made you come in your own mouth, snowballed you, what's the difference,” I say. 

“It’s not me, is it,” you shoot back.

“No baby, it’s better. Sweet, thick. Three loads. I loved tasting it. Don’t be ashamed to love it too. I did this for us.”

You look up at me. Then down at my pussy again, licking your lips. I can feel the conflict in your mind. I push your head to me gently. It just takes the slightest of touch and your mouth is on me. Licking my clit, your hands find my ass and I arch back to give you better access to me. 

“I’m pushing him into your mouth,” I say. “Can you taste it? Is it as good as you hoped?” 

Your satisfied moan tells me you have already forgiven me. I revel in the sensations you're giving me as I recount my night.

“I’m sorry, baby. I said I wouldn’t kiss him, but I couldn’t help it,” I say. You're unfazed. I’m holding on, trying not to come.

“I didn’t mean to like it when he made me suck his cock,” I whisper. You break your contact with me. 

“You used a condom?” You ask — silly question.

“How would you taste him now if I had, silly?” 

“Did you…”

“God, yes, I enjoyed it so much. He’s so much bigger than you. Not that you're small. I never thought it would matter, but, mmm, does it ever.” 

Your tongue, your fingers are magic. “Take out your cock and jack off for me now. Show me how hard you are,” I command, your dick is straining for the night sky, the head purple. Begging for release. “Pump it for me, baby.” 

You sit stroking yourself, thick and hard, you're already leaking come and probably have been for hours since I left. Once I would have taken your cock, marveled at how deep it goes and how hard you are. But now, I doubt I’ll ever look at your cock the same way again. But then the way we have sex is changing tonight forever. You're close, I’m close. Just a little more. 

“Want to know what I gave him to keep my bra?” I ask. You look up and nod. 

“Reach around back and feel,” I say, and push your mouth back to my pussy. 

Still stroking and licking my come-filled pussy. I know you're about to make me come. I know you will because as you reach around, your fingers, you find my aching gaped asshole. Still open after he’s fucked my ass. My sphincter barely tightened, opened to your probing fingers and his come spills out. 

“He taught me to come tonight, fucking me in the ass,” I say. My clit throbbing, but I don’t come, not until… I feel your warm come shot up onto my thighs. My cunt explodes and I squirt on your face, legs shaking, delirious in the feeling of your fingers up my ass, panting out your name in utter ecstasy.

“Oh baby,” I say and step down, bend over and kiss you. “I think that’s the first time we have ever come at the same time. Now, I’m tired, so. Clean up your come, then come to bed. You have an ass to eat.”

As I lie naked in bed, on my belly and you gently caress my pucker with your tongue, I can’t imagine why I got so upset when you asked to share me with your boss. I had missed out on all the pleasures you have wanted to give me. Why I ever thought anal or rimming was gross, it was magic and I am never going back. I pull you up next to me and kiss you.

I love you so much more now.