Forsake Your Vows update

But, helplessly, she compared her husband’s timidness with how demandingly Eddie touched her. And wished that Peter would attack her body with the same need Eddie had displayed at every opportunity.

Much as she tried to avoid the thought of Eddie, Mary Jane had to admit how good his body had felt against her naked flesh. When he enjoyed her full breasts, fiery helpings of delight had more than coursed through her. Her pussy had come alive, pulsing in heated desire of more.

Mary Jane’s sexual appetite was only growing stronger. She wanted more than anything to tell Peter to keep sucking, to take more from her generous flesh, but she just couldn’t manage so much candor. Instead, she stayed silent and unrelieved, bereft as he abandoned her delighting breasts to mount her unready body instead.

His soft lips came to hers and she felt the burn of his tongue inside her mouth. She moaned softly around it, her pussy throbbing, and her arms slid around Peter’s muscular back, thrilling to the weight of his strong body over hers. Peter was so physical, so masculine… she loved him. Mary Jane knew he could satisfy her if only his sexual urge were to match hers.

But Peter seemed perfectly content with the most tepid of lovemaking and Mary Jane simply couldn’t let him know that it left her wanting. What good would it do bruising Peter’s ego when his libido was just more easily sated than hers? Maybe I’m just a nymphomaniac, married to a normal man, Mary Jane found herself thinking yet again.

Peter pulled back to aim his swollen cock between Mary Jane’s legs. The same old fucking, Mary Jane thought, opening herself to him. If only Peter would try something different. Like having me sit on top of him, dropping down onto his big dick!

Mary Jane’s sex-starved womanhood warmed at the thought of her secret fantasy. Her clit felt bright and swollen; she wanted Peter to reach down and tantalize it the way Eddie had. Just thinking about the forceful way that Eddie punished her responsive little nub, making it throb as deliciously as it could, made MJ feel like she was on fire.

Mary Jane didn’t just want that, though. Oh no. She wished Peter would force her legs apart and drop his face between them, eating her cunt with all of his warm, wet tongue. She just knew that would delight her right to the core of her being.

MJ remembered how delicious his lips and his tongue had felt the last time he’d done that to her, but it was years ago—much too long to go without such an exquisite delight. Other men, virtual strangers, had brought her untold pleasure that way. She knew Peter would give her pure ecstasy, if he would only go down her body and treat her mound of Venus the way it was meant to be treated.

Mary Jane’s hidden thoughts broke off, her mind now needing to address the feel of Peter’s thick cock entering her. “Ohhh,” she mewled, lifting her pelvis up to him.

In seconds, he had her full, so succulently big—bigger than any she’d ever known. If only he would really use it, use her, instead of holding back and only allowing her a taste of the ecstasy she could be in.

Mary Jane worked her hips hard, even as Peter slid into her, trying to get even more of his fat shaft. But, the same as always, Peter wouldn’t let her have anywhere near enough. Instead of ramming his way to her womb, the place she craved feeling him, his manhood only tapped gently at her depths before quickly retreating.

The harder Mary Jane rutted, the gentler Peter was with her, as though trying not to let MJ harm herself with her most ferocious hip movements. The naked redhead breathed hard, clutching Peter tight, trying without words to give him permission for more. But her efforts were frustrated. She lay under him, feeling just enough arousal not to be able to ignore it, but not nearly enough to get her to the precipice, much less over it.

She enjoyed the feel of his well-sized prick crowding her slick passage but she longed to have it really impale her, to feel it ram her inner folds until she had almost enough pain to match the pleasure exploding inside her…

Take me, damn you, fuck me! Mary Jane wanted to cry. But her tongue refused to launch the taboo words.

Then, to her shock and horror, Mary Jane felt Peter’s cum shower her folds. His cock throbbed and jerked, reminding her with each motion that the fuck was at an end. His seed drooled from her unsatisfied pussy to stain the bedding.

Tears of frustration stung MJ’s eyes even while Peter bucked and trembled, breathing hard as he finished. She felt beads of perspiration under her hands; he was sweating with the intensity of his climax.

Mary Jane rolled her hips desperately, trying futilely to reach the same delirium Peter was enjoying. She didn’t managed it. Much as she longed for all her tension to snap and clear out her body, it seemed an intractable part of her. Mary Jane simply could not rid herself of it as Peter had.

She was still trying to make it happen when Peter’s load finally dwindled to nothing. His member grew soft inside her. Mary Jane’s body still thrummed with need while the spent organ between her legs shriveled away. Disappointment stabbed sharply, as if replacing the limp appendage that wormed its way out of her. Peter rolled off of her, sighing with a kind of relief.

There was no way Peter could leave her like this, one big tense ache, every inch of her crying out for relief! But all Peter did was sag over to kiss her on the cheek. Then Mary Jane knew that their intimacy had come to an end.

Peter must’ve mistook her heavy breathing for climax, or simply assumed she was coming as pleasurably as he was. MJ wasn’t surprised; it’d been a long time since she’d had an orgasm strong enough for him to really notice.

“Goodnight, MJ,” Peter said contentedly, wrapping an arm around her slender waist. “Sweet dreams.”

Mary Jane choked a little as she wished him goodnight as well. She lay beside him for a restless interval, her beautiful body going to waste, staring at a ceiling that was no more likely to give her relief than anything else in her life.

Unable to bear wanting so much and being denied nearly all of it, Mary Jane waited an eternity until Peter was finally sleeping soundly before she took steps to cure her own longing. Needing to still the urgent pulse of her unsatisfied pussy, Mary Jane sidled away from her husband until she was at the far side of the bed. Peter didn’t call out to her; all he voiced was the occasional snore.

MJ let her fingers slide down between her open thighs. The delicious sensation of her own touch finally doing something with all the feeling whirling around in her folds made her nearly gasp in pleasure, but Mary Jane managed to hold back, her lips pressed together tightly.

Flickers of impossible deliciousness rolled through her naked body, played on her by the eager fingers moving against her dripping sex. Soon her other hand was there too, teasing at her clit and finding that it was just as heated and willing as she’d hoped when Peter refused to touch it.

Oh, it felt amazing to treat herself like this, making her swollen bud an even better receptacle for all the lust she felt. Her green eyes grew heavy with arousal, shining under thick lids.

Slowly, circumspectly, Mary Jane’s hips floated up from the bed, moving in glorious harmony with her stroking fingers. When Peter rolled over onto his side, snoring loudly in the opposite direction as her, Mary Jane became even bolder. She sent her middle finger inside herself, her other hand continuing to prove how succulent the feelings in her bright little clit could be.

Her lips parted. She breathed through her mouth. It no longer satisfied her to admit she was doing this to herself. Now she imagined that a blazing cock was doing this to her wildly thrumming sex.

Oh fuck, fuck! Mary Jane thought, swooning, losing herself in sensual imaginings. Deeper! Harder! Please!

She couldn’t think that it was Peter’s cock impaling her. Somehow, her mind wouldn’t make that real. Instead, she pretended Eddie was inside her, making her submit to his sexual demands whether she wanted to or not.

Her feverish, shameless fantasy caused her to open her legs far apart, as though giving into her phantom lover instead of her own enthralling urges. The thought of being ravished without ever having to willfully betray her husband was the stimulation Mary Jane needed to fully sate her deprived body and leave Peter’s lukewarm passion far behind her.