NO LOVE JUST LUST:RHAPSODIES OF SINS

I regretted immediately the post marked ‘POSTED!’

"Submissive cock to fuck a dominant lonley cunt" 

My hands trembled, looking for the delete option but found none. I’m a married woman for goodness sake!

Watching videos on XCXXX was the only way to comfort myself since my wedded husband prefers sleeping at the hospital where he works than at home with me. 

I only come here to watch women like me get fucked, and as a result, I would touch myself before sleeping in loneliness every darn night.

“How to delete posts on XCXXX” I typed quickly to G****e but no tangible response and things start to get messy.

My DM was flooded before I would come back from G****e, and the first one my hand clicked was from a particular. “Daddy M”

"Hello, my name is Mark. I saw your post, you were saying you were seeking a sub dickhead. I assure you not my best, but the most memorable fuck you ever had”

I swallowed. This was supposed to sound cringe but for some reasons, it didn’t so I slowly typed back with a fake name.  "Hello Mark, my name is Celia. You will address me as ‘Cee’."

"Yes Cee, I will obey anything you ask of me," his reply was almost abrupt.

I hovered the mouse to check his profile, but no photos of him, but has p**n mutual videos.

Something pushed me to continue. My husband would not come back today anyway.

"Age? Description?"  I asked, walking over to the dinning for a cup of coffee. This is going to be a long night…

And I know If he is willing to do anything, he's probably very unattractive and old.

I laid back on the sofa after sipping the coffee, the laptop on my laps, my satin sheets sliding against my naked body.

"I’m thirty five. I have medium length black hair, I'm 6'2 and 130 pounds. My eyes are blue, I'm pale...my cock is 8 inches fully erect, in case you wanted to know." My heart skipped a beat, how could he have the same description as my husband.

Suddenly my phone rang. “Hubby” My breath caught. He never calls me!?

"He..hello?" I asked, trying to control my breath.

"Hey babe, whatcha doing?" Ethan asked, his raspy voice pleasing to hear, although I felt caught red-handed for some reason.

"J..Just browsing the net. How’s work?”  I asked, in a hurry to get off the phone as the laptop beeped a new message arrival.

"Some surgeries lined up for tonight,” he said, "Let’s talk tomorrow. Get some sleep Love ya!"

"Love you too hun, goodnight," I said before hanging up. I then went to my text menu and checked it.

"Cee? Would you like for me to send you a picture?"

I quickly texted an affirmative, feeling my puss getting a little wet. I didn't consider it cheating, but it felt dangerous, and made me horny.

Ethan’s voice in this kind of situation added fire to it.

*bleep bleep* my phone squeaked, and I quickly opened the muti-media message.

"Holy fuck!" I didn’t know when the gasp escaped my lips.

The person in this picture… Ethan’s twin brother!

They weren't identical, but some features are identical. We’re not so close either, Ethan never speak so much about him.

I shakily pulled my phone and called Ethan.

"Something wrong?" he asked, answering on the first ring, surprisingly.

"I was just looking at your baby pictures…about your twin brother, where is he?”

He was silent for some seconds. “Why do you want to talk about that bastard?”

This was it! I never get the reason why he’s so irritated to talk about his own blood brother. “I…I’m just curious”

“Nothing to be curious about. He ran away after refusing to get married and the panic attack killed mum” Ethan paused. “Go to sleep, don’t worry about him”

'Damn!!!' I screamed into my pillow, unsure of what to do.

I only met Mark once, and that was on my wedding day.

Looking at the picture he just sent, he looked very hot and more longer than Ethan was.

And now I could have him. Perhaps unite him with his brother?

"Delightful. Where do you live? Can we meet in person?" I asked quickly, my fingers flying the  keyboard.

The time before the next text seemed like eternity.

“I live in  Malibu. Yes, send me the location and time”

I looked up a hotel here in Malibu and sent him the location as soon as I book a reservation for Sunday evening. “I also stay in Malibu. Go to that hotel and strip yourself and wait for me”

Tomorrow was Saturday and Ethan would be home to prepare for the new week.

“Gotcha”

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The next day, I hopped onto my motor scooter and rode over to a sex shop deep in the heart of town.

I’d been here to get my comforters and dildos, getting to the counter to ask, another customer’s arrival distracted the seller.

“Do you have blindfolds?” I heard that familiar voice ask and looking up, it was him! Mark!

“Right over there,” drawled the fake-blonde girl behind the counter, pointing her long red nails at the shelf next to me. Mark looked over and we locked eyes, our faces turning red.

“Hey,” Mark mumbled, and I raised my hand in a little wave of recognition before going to the costuming area, picking out a bright red corset and thong I tried on once. It had fit, but I had no reason to buy it. Now I did.

I moved to the toys section, picking out a small vibe I would have Mark use on me later.

“Sister-in-law?” Mark asked, sidling up to me nervously. I stared at him, heart stopping, and tilted my head. We never spoke, and I didn't want him to recognize my voice the next day.

“W-would you prefer someone to wear this blindfold, or this one?” he asked, holding two up. The first one was baby blue, with lace. I almost laughed. The second one was black, and said SLUT in curly red letters. I pointed to the second one before turning away.

I wasn't being cold, this is how we were. He was my husabnd’s twin brother that caused their mother’s death, it’s right I was cold to him. He didn’t know I was the Cee he was chatting with anyway since I don’t sent him any photos.

After I made my purchases, I went home and met Ethan already back

He didn’t ask any questions and after hiding my new purchases, I shaved just about all my body hair off. Then I washed my hair, putting color-safe conditioner in my long raven locks.

Last of all, I used my pheremone body wash, making myself irresistable.

“You look so hot” Ethan couldn’t help as I stepped into the bedroom after shower.

 He pulled his cock out, a decent 5 inches when hard, and rubbed the tip. “Shall we do some quickie before I leave?”

“Must it be now? I just shaved, I got injured.” I lied, wanting to be as tight as possible for Mark later.

Ethan looked a little disappointed, but he agreed too quickly like I know him to always be.

He lifted me up, standing me up next to the bed and laying down, his throbbing manhood at full attention.

“Suck it,' he whimpered, and I knew he needed to cum. I wanted some pleasure too, so I got on top, postioning my clean-shaven pussy over his lips.

 I quickly took his dick between my lips, flicking my tongue over it. Ethan moaned, and I started sucking his dick hard and fast, grinding my wetness over his mouth.

He started to tongue fuck me, and I moaned load, my voice sending vibrations down his rod. When his fingers moved to my clit, I knew we were both going to cum soon. Moving one of my hands to his balls, I massaged them softly as I started to spasm with my orgasm, coming up to cry out in pleasure.

As I squealed his name, he came all over my face, thick ropes of cum dripping down.

We stayed like that for a second before getting up, still weak from the pleasure. I turned around and stared at my husband as I used my finger to scoop up all the cum, licking it off, and swallowing.

Ethan smiled, and I walked into the bathroom, still naked, and used a warm washcloth to get the remnants of his seed off of my face.

Then I pulled out facial masque to clear out my pores and my face, then looked at Ethan, putting his flaccid cock away.

“I will be back on Wednesday” he whimpered, walking up and hugging me from behind.

We kissed goodbye and not soon after he left, my phone's text tone went off.

"Cee?" It was Mark. “Are you married?”

My heart skipped. Could he have found out it was me?

I didn’t reply that.