Chapter 7: Ed Feels Guilty

“Oh god, what have I done?” he mumbled as he pulled out of me unceremoniously and started to get his clothes back together.

“What’s the matter Ed, you know you liked fucking me more than her. C’mon, do me again.”

I scooting back a bit on the bench so I could get my feet up on top of it and let me knees flop apart so he could see my pussy. I squeezed down and forced some of his cum to drip from my pussy for him to see.

“See your cum in me Ed? See what you did to me? I want more of it. Fuck me again.”

I was just being a terrible tease as I knew full well that there was no way, no matter what I said or did, that he would ever do me again today, if ever. Heck, even he wanted to now it wouldn’t be right away as his cock was rapidly dwindling down. Some of that was undoubtedly due to the waves of remorse and regret that were sweeping over him but it was probably also due to his age as well. Once a guy hits his thirties, it seems those days of non-stop fucking are over. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” he continued to mumble. Yeah, like I was the one that dragged HIM into the room!

I’d seen this same response in other married men after they fucked me. It was like they had to build up a case rationalizing their behavior so they wouldn’t feel so guilty about what they had just done. It didn’t bother me, I had gotten what I wanted so how they felt about it later wasn’t really a big concern of mine. Does a fisherman worry about the fish he worked so hard to catch once it’s been caught and in the boat?

Actually, if anything this made it even better for me. The only reason I enjoy fucking married men is the thrill it gives me knowing they have to convince themselves to cheat on their wives to satisfy their lust for me. Couples don’t do it for me nearly as well since where’s the fun if the wife says it’s OK? Seeing Ed struggling with his guilt just made it all the more special for me knowing how much he must have wanted me to be able to overcome his apparent deep love for his wife. Mmmmmmm, talk about feeling sexy, I felt like Cleopatra!

Ed had his pants back on and in order by now while I was still sitting on his work bench with my bottom exposed. He looked at me and for just a second, I saw that look again in his eyes, that look of lust and desire for me that had once driven him to do what he would now probably regret for the rest of his life. Oh sure, he would probably jerk off forever when he got horny and thought about fucking me, but when he was with his wife in bed, or with his family, there would be times memories of me sitting her like this, freshly fucked and ready to give him more of it, would intrude and he would have to deal with them. Oh well, that was his problem, not like I raped him or anything!

“For god’s sake, get dressed before someone comes in and sees you like that,” he hissed at me as he put his hand on the door knob. “Don’t come out for a few minutes; I don’t want anyone realizing we were in here together.”

He cracked the door open to see if anyone was around. Apparently satisfied, he slipped out and quickly shut it behind him, leaving me all alone. I looked down at my throbbing pussy and saw more of his cum had drained from me. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself as the first thought that came to my mind was, “Damn what a mess!”