Chapter 4

After having lay there my pussy wrecked out, still burning with fiery heat all the way up inside me, my tits and nipples still burning that same way, he had come to me and helped me sit up, which I was in such pain inside me as I did this, and more so as he helped me to stand up and led me to his shower helping me and holding me up as my legs were wobbly and and the pain of even walking sent jolting pain through my belly.

I showered trying my best to wash away that heat from my tits and belly but to no avail and began to wonder as my guilt of just having had cheated on my husband with this man I was so absolutely and strangely drawn to.

After that he helped me back into the room and helped me dress and then out to his truck and loaded up into it, as he drove me to my house, helping me out of the truck and up to the door, as that fiery heat was still all within me and my tits still burned with it, as he apologized to me for having had put me through so much hell with all this.

I had to myself go into my house my hand laid over my belly trying in some way to help the pain and that damn hot burning I still felt all up inside me, noticing my husband was sound asleep in our bed, I made my way to the couch and sat and lay down cringing as I lay out onto it from the pain as that fiery hot burn continued throughout my belly and tits all nite long.

The next morning I awoke before my husband and got up and the pain was still all up inside me and my belly and tits still had that burning sensation. I was walking about so painfully and gingerly as I got the coffee going and was making my husbands usual breakfast before he departed for work.

All the while my mind was flooded with the guilt of last nites encounter and still this morning feeling it just as much now as I had then.

My mind thinking on just how in the hell his wife had fared through all that she had knowing and now having that same fiery hot burning in my pussies depths and my tits.

So much so in that thought that my husband was in the kitchen now getting his cup of coffee looking me over and questioning me why I was walking about that way and hurting as I was. I just told him I don’t know my stomach just is hurting and bothering me.

He just paid no other attention to the matter as was his normal attitude towards me wanting to know when his breakfast would ready and served to him at the table.

After eating and having dressed for work he went to kiss me as he did every morning before he left, except this time I turned my cheek to him and not our usual mouth to mouth kiss. He paid no attention to it at all though my mind flooded with guilt that my husband tried to kiss me and I turned away from him!

It was such an instinctive move on my part. He cared little for me and sure as hell had no love for me in any way shape or form except being content and selfishly our marriage was all about his comfort.

My needs and my desires and things that I would have liked were non existent in this marriage and relationship I was a mere maid and slave to his needs and his needs only.

My mind overflowing with the guilt’s of last nights affair with another man and having for the first time ever in my life my desires and my needs to be fucked and not just wham bam sex and it’s over. Though in my marriage that was in itself seldom.

My husband left for work and thankful for that which left me home to sort out in my mind all that had transpired from last night and into this morning.

And sadly my thoughts were more towards going right back over to that mother in laws house while the man that had fucked me so thoroughly the night before would be there working.

I left the house shortly after my husband was off to work and drove over to my in laws and had hard time getting around as my belly still hurt and that damn fire still smoldering within my depths and my tits and nipples.

My mother in law just kept staring at me as I was walking and getting about the way I was and ask me what to hell was wrong with me that I was getting around like that this morning, causing me to tell her I had slipped and fell against the counter this morning in a total complete lie of course and she just snubbed me off and walked away.

I made it outside and there he was putting up wallboard in the garage he and his brothers had built and he looked at me and saw my demeanor and stopped and walked right over to me and hugged me up to him and told me how sorry he was that he had hurt me to this degree.

I just burst out into tears on his muscular manly shoulder as he hugged me and petted me to comfort me and telling me he would not ever again do that to me.

I just stopped crying then looking him directly eye to eye and smiled and said it wasn’t that at all that I was so consumed with it all the guilt and such feelings I was so flooded with this morning that was bothering me more than the physical pain and ask him how long would I burn like I was from whatever it was he used last night.

He told me it would last most of the day and might go into tonight and maybe early tomorrow before it lessened and would for sure stop. He wanted to go on but that damn nosy hussy mother in law of mine came outside so we had to part and I was asking him if he wanted a cup of coffee.

Thank the lord that old battle ax bitch had not seen me hugging and more so crying and being so held by him and in the embrace we had sure been in let alone the talk between us about it all this.

She just once again snubbed that nose of hers up and went back into the house.

He saw her go back inside and then slipped me a key to his place and told me come by later once he was off and we would sit and talk about all this and help me through my mental guilt and confusion about it all.

That perked me back to life as I left the garage all but dancing about like some little love stricken teenager the pain and burn I was feeling had been put totally aside.

Feeling as I walked away so giddy now that for the first time in my life my mind and heart was filled with the knowledge that some man really loved me and cared about me. A Real Man!

The rest of that day I was still hurting and burning in places that a woman can only feel when she’s been fucked and fucked good. Yet the side of it all was that hot burning all up inside me still at times making me groan out from the bubbling inner heat my pussy and tits felt.

Whatever to hell it was he had used last night was not anything that even could be considered a normality from any other form of a sexual encounter that was for sure.

As over and over the rest of that day my mind constantly thought just how in the hell his wife had endured this and more so because she according to the talk and his telling me last night, that she got way more of it shot into her pussy lips than just the few drops of it on his finger tip and put inside me and on my tits!

Why was my mind so consumed with comparing her symptoms to mine she was done that way and given the shots she was to be ritually offered to a demons sexual desires, making me shudder all over at even the thought of it.