Betrayed Chapter 2

The sex was torrid and went all night. I worshipped every inch of her magnificent body with my lips, tongue, fingertips. She did the same to me. I took her from behind, entered her doggy-style. I fucked her pussy with long, languid strokes even as I was stroking her meaty clitty with one hand. I willed her to cum, dared her not to, challenged her to hold out against the sensual assault that always drove Susan crazy. Dianna did cum; loudly, passionately, and more than once.

Throughout the night, she teased, taunted, tempted my puckered hole with her fingertip, searching for an opening in more than the physical sense. My mind had struggled with exactly that the past seven days. Why had I allowed it to happen the first time? My shame and humiliation came back to me, reminding me. I was a cuckold, it said. After last weekend, I was also a sissy; Dianna's punk bitch. True, I had been a little drunk then and hadn't seen it coming. Now that she was making the overture once again, when I was in complete control of my senses and no longer taken by surprise, what would I do?

Complete control? What a joke! For more than a week, I had been presented with evidence heaped upon evidence that my personal life was completely out of my control. Cuckold. Sissy. Punk Bitch. Okay, Lance; get a grip. A commodities trader deals in options every day. What were my options? I could continue to fight; that was the American Way. I could persist in my scorched-earth campaign of spite, malice, and revenge. Susan certainly deserved that for what she did – but did I? Was I ready to allow my thirst for vengeance to consume me, even as I sought to devour her? I could just walk away from everything in my personal life and start over; flip that old Etch-a-Sketch over, give it a shake, and Presto! Start with a clean slate. I had my career, a spectacular income, a new home, a future. What did that future contain?

Again and again, my thoughts returned to Dianna. She was more woman than I had ever known before in my life. A lot more than ANY woman, Buddy; think about it...