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Mary Jane waited too long. Eddie’s prick was metal-hard now. It leaked hot sticky precum; throbbed with anticipation. She could feel how big and hard it was, everywhere her fingers touched. Imagined it plunging deep inside her and finally giving her starved little cunt what it needed.

And at the thought of fucking Eddie, her pussy clenched. Giving Eddie a sample of wetness in the palm of his hand. He shot her a lustful look.

“Someone’s getting hot,” he growled. “And I know just what to do when a woman gets as hot as you.”

“No, Eddie, I don’t need that, really,” Mary Jane stammered. “I mean, there’s no harm in playing around, but enough’s enough.”

“Not enough for me,” Eddie said, touching her clit more firmly. “Hell, MJ, what’s the big deal? We already started this. Why not keep going until we’ve had as much of it as we want?”

It was a good question. There seemed like an obvious, reasonable answer, but Mary Jane couldn’t think of it. She was too busy writhing with need, rubbing her famished cunt against Eddie’s hand. How could she make herself believe the unbelievable? She didn’t want to be faithful. She wanted to fuck.

“T-the guilt,” she said lamely.

“Guilt for what?” Eddie asked. “Peter wouldn’t know. It wouldn’t hurt him any.”

He was suddenly on top of her, holding her down. His knees forced her legs open. She felt the huge, hard tip of his member at her slit—her tender, swollen slit—and gasped in alarm.

Mary Jane put her arms against him, but didn’t push. It wouldn’t have been any use anyway. He was much bigger than her. But she still didn’t try to push him away.

“I don’t want to give you false hope!” she cried. “The wrong—nhh!—wrong impression!”

“I’ve got the right impression,” Eddie panted.

He went on pressing his stony erection against her slot, trying to get inside her, and Mary Jane writhed unthinkingly, keeping him off target. It wasn’t a conscious decision. She couldn’t resist and she couldn’t hold still either.

Mary Jane ached to feel more of those brushes against her sex, but she kept thinking of Peter and her vow to him. How could she want to commit adultery? How could she go through with it? And how could she live with herself afterwards?

At last Eddie grabbed hold of her writhing hips and forced them still. He held himself against her wet pussy, managing to get just the tip of his cockhead into her moist opening.

Mary Jane felt her entrance stretching wide to admit him. Her lips quivered with a howl; a full confession of all her urges. She held it in, but her mouth wordlessly formed the shape of it.

“You want it,” Eddie rasped.

It didn’t feel right, but Mary Jane couldn’t deny what he’d said. And she couldn’t keep delaying, trying to figure it out. Her need was too great. She whimpered: “Give it to me… just once… I have to know what it’s like, that’s all… that’s the only thing I want…”

“Yeah, baby, the only thing,” he groaned sardonically.

Mary Jane relaxed as best she could with her guilty conscience going like a klaxon. She let Eddie slide himself into her, letting her have every inch of his length. Feel him in every part of her seething little cunt.

It felt wonderful. She soaked his manhood with sizzling juices. Eddie held still, fully hilted inside her, to let them both savor the feeling.

“Oh shit,” Mary Jane breathed. “It feels… it’s so… God, why am I married to someone else?”

“It’s a damned shame,” Eddie agreed from far away.

He started pulling out and it occurred to Mary Jane that he wouldn’t thrust back in. He was taking it away, just like she’d wanted him to.

Mary Jane could hardly stand knowing that she was feeling his cock for the last time. She wanted more of it—she wanted hours of it. She went out of her mind with desire just feeling him pull back. As Eddie’s prick left her smoldering pussy, MJ sobbed in frustration.

“Eddie!” she sobbed. “Sink in me again! Let me have it just one more time!”

Eddie obligingly slid his throbbing cock back inside her. It filled her completely. She rewarded him with her molten cream all over his manhood.

Even before he was fully in, Mary Jane was jerking her hips, hungrily fucking at what he had to feed her. She’d never felt so aroused in her life.

“Unnnhh, shit, so good!” she hissed.

This time Eddie held himself inside her longer, his big prick thrumming hard. Seemingly to angrily push against her gripping inner walls.

Mary Jane tried to make herself stop the rutting motions that matched what Eddie was doing to her, but it felt unbearable to hold herself back. She’d made a mistake—asked too much of her body. Now that she’d whetted her appetite, she needed far more than just two strokes.

Eddie began to come out of her again. Mary Jane grasped his broad shoulders and pulled him back down.

“Fuck me!” she squealed, releasing the two charged words before she could think better of it.

“You sure?” Eddie smiled indolently at her. “I think you might be right. I’d feel all guilty about it.”

Mary Jane gaped at him. He couldn’t have said that. After all he’d done to elicit her surrender, now he was too decent to accept it. She’d decided she could live with the guilt and the shame, but Eddie wasn’t letting her. Even now he was taking his soaked cock from out of her unsatisfied womanhood.

“Yeah, you were right, MJ,” he continued. “We can’t do this to Peter. I should go.”

Mary Jane heard the teasing in his voice. She knew he was playing with her. She grabbed him again and pulled him in and he came down on top of her, his huge erection pushing inside of MJ. Immediately she wrapped her legs around his waist to lock him inside her.

“You’re not going anywhere!” she growled. “You’re fucking finishing this!”

“So are you,” Eddie husked at her, his voice rough with the lust he hadn’t let out before.

He slid his hands down under her juicy ass and dug the fingers in until he had a grip so tight it was painful. Then he made Mary Jane forget all about the pain with long, slow, sensual thrusts. Mary Jane held on to him even tighter, clawing at his shoulders and keening gleefully.

“God, yesss, I need it!” she wailed.

She ground her slick pussy up into his slowly pumping cock and felt electricity flow from being filled, like she was a socket being plugged into. He fucked her leisurely, like he wanted to remember every last detail of fucking her, and Mary Jane loved it even if she doubted that her pleasure-hazed mind would be able to recall half as much as he was memorizing.

Lately, with Peter, it was like a chore to be done. She wanted to be a project, a masterpiece under construction. Going on for hours until they’ve both fucked themselves mad.

“OHH, shit, yessss!” Mary Jane gurgled. “Don’t ever stop, Eddie! I want this forever!”

Eddie grinned, both at the look of passion on her face and the sea change in her attitude. He shifted his grip on her churning ass, getting in another fondle that molded the pliant flesh like bread dough.

He hardly needed to hold on—she was fucking like she needed it, writhing and jerking her hips almost beyond his own skilled movements. Soaking his prick over and over again with her uncontrollable arousal.

Mary Jane knew there was no pretending anymore. She was an adulteress. She needed this and Eddie, not her husband, was the one to give it to her.

She tried to look for a silver lining. Maybe Eddie was right. Maybe Peter wouldn’t find out. Maybe she could keep being a good wife, as far as he knew or cared, and still have this. Wasn’t it better to be a good wife and happy than a good wife who was unhappy?

Not that she could really think about it with how Eddie was rutting into her.

“Mmmm, yes, GOD! EDDIE!” she shrieked.

Eddie was speeding up, not all at once, but definitely giving it to her harder and faster than she’d been taking it. She tried to keep up, pumping her hips to his tempo, giving her greedy pussy over entirely to his deeply buried prick.

Delicious minutes passed without a single thought of recrimination. She was too busy gorging herself on the wondrous feeling—like she might have to go another few months without sex as good as this.

If it were Peter, he would’ve blown his wad by now. He’d be snoring and Mary Jane would be hungry for more. Night after night, she’d settled for masturbation when she needed her husband. Not anymore. She didn’t have her husband, but she did have a man. Eddie was going to fuck her as much as she needed.