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    I licked his shaved balls from the bottom, to the shaft, to the tip again, enjoying him involuntarily shake with excitement, his voice constantly uttering nonsense.  It was a turn on, because I felt like the center of his universe.  He literally prayed to me, mumbling my name and whispering affirmations of “Yes!” and “Oh God, please…”
    He needed to release, needed to feel excitement again.  Whatever he yearned for was natural, and certainly not taboo.  He was a lonely man, perhaps a lazy man, who used me for therapy.  Not a soul mate.  Not a true love. 
    Just the right tool for the job, just what he needed, and what he figured I needed.  I admit, to my own shame, that most of the time I was thinking about his wife.  About how angry she would be if she found out.  Wondering why he was forced to cheat, and if she “deserved” it.  I started taking his dick into my mouth, looking him in the eye and his lay back on his bed, his pupils dilated and his breathing becoming rapid .
    A sickening sense of empowerment came over me, as if I was a sexier woman than his wife.  I was what he wanted.  I achieved that which cannot be attained.  It wasn’t just sex, it was a victory.  It felt like a breakthrough of sorts.
    “Ohhhh yes…I’m going to…going to…” He said, roughly grabbing my hair and pushing himself deeper into my throat. 
    Just as he was ready to explode, I stopped sucking and squeezed his shaft, hearing a terrifying noise.
    “What was that?”
    “Oh shit…” he said, laying back and fearing the worst.  “I think it’s my wife.  She’s home early.”
    “Oh I see…”
    My heart raced and I felt a pang of shame.  But that didn’t stop me from finishing the crime I had already committed.  I continued sucking on him, and cupping his balls hard, just as angry at him as I was turned on my new experience.
    “Huhhh…” he gasped in a panic. 
    “Honey are you in the bedroom?”
    “Y-Yes…yes, just…getting something…”
    I sucked him harder, eager to make him scream and to expose his secret to the mystery woman outside.
    “W-Wait!” he said, both to her and to me in once voice.  “Don’t come in here…I have a surprise for you.  I don’t want you to spoil the surprise.”
    He smiled at me, but for only a moment.  The both of us were a bit guilted at the game, especially since his happy wife seemed so eager to learn what the “surprise” was.
    I handstroked him off until he came on his bedroom floor, suppressing a scream and biting his lower lip hard. 
    After he came, he didn’t sneer or laugh, as was his custom.  Instead he look broken, probably feeling lower than dirt.  Probably disappointed that his fantasy of cheating wasn’t as intense as he hoped for.  I waited while he exited the bedroom, after pulling up his pants, and met his wife.  I overheard their married banter…
    “Come on downstairs, I’ll show you down there.”
    That was my cue to exit.  At least he had the decency to remove me from his house without endangering my life.  Then, as I was quickly running down the staircase and reaching for the front door, a peculiar thought occurred to me.
    This was all my fault.  Men are all pigs, sure, I knew that.  Of course, all married men want to cheat on their wives.  Of course, they would endanger a healthy marriage for a little bit of extra female attention.
    But the woman who says Yes, is always the villain.  She’s the one truly accountable.  The woman who lowers her standards to meet these lonely guys, she is the slut, the bad guy, the one who truly deserves comeuppance.  Because she ought to know better.
     
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    April
     
                  “So the loveless nature of the act is what intrigued you?”
                  “Yes.  The fact that he probably loved his wife, but not me, seemed to be the emotion of the day.” 
                  “The fact that he was taken, the fact that he