The thrill of being bad.

"This..." she hesitates... "It's going to sound bad..."
"You can tell me."
"I remember walking to his room. And half of my brain, well at least half of the part of my brain that wasn't soaked in ****, was screaming hat I shouldn't be doing it... the other half... I don't know...was like...getting off on the idea of doing something...bad..."
You feel a chill up your spine. It's not ideal, hearing her say that, but you are trying to be open-minded and forgiving.
"It was so strange. The more I felt guilty and scared about it...the more hot it made me...." she looks down. "I guess....I discovered that I'm fucked up and get off on being.... a bad girl."
You take her hand, and she flinches. "I appreciate your honesty, baby."
"Once it was over, and I wasn't aroused anymore...it was all guilt and shame." She shakes her head in disgust at herself. "But the next day... I wanted...I wanted to be bad again...to feel that rush. It scared me...it still scares me, because despite getting off on being bad...I didn't want to lose you."
You set your beer down. You love this woman. Your jealousy is spiking at thinking again about what she did{if KaylaSexLvl > 1
}, but you realize you can't really take the high road, given what you've done. {elseif RileySexLvl > 1
}, but you realize you can't really take the high road, given what you've done, which is far worse than simply cheating. {else}.{endif} But... you love her. And if she has an itch to be a bad girl, but doesn't want to deceive you, perhaps there's a way to make you both happy. You have to admit to yourself that the images of Jenna with someone else fill you with your own mixture of conflicting feelings. Anger and hurt, for sure....but excitement and arousal, too.
You take a minute to share these thoughts with her, and she gets a thoughtful expression.
"So...what are you suggesting?"
"I don't know.... maybe I can help you...indulge this desire to be a bad girl. Or, do you think that would ruin it?"
"I don't think so... I mean...." she rubs your leg. "He...wasn't as good as you, baby...."
You suddenly, taken by a impish fancy, grab Jenna and pull her into your lap. She gasps, and you grab her jaw from behind, turning her face to look into yours. "So why were you a bad girl, Jenna? Did you like having another man's hands..." your grab her tits, and pull her dress down to pop them free and manhandle them bare.
"Ahhh!..."
"...all over your cheating body?" You put a little growl in your voice. You'll play the spurned husband if that's what will make her hot. You'd do anything for this woman.
"I did, baby...I was so bad..." she's panting.
"Do I need to punish you for being bad, Jenna?"
"Yes, baby." She reaches back to rub your cock, which is very hard right now.
"Well...." You slide back onto the grass, and climb into the pool chair. "You better start making it up to me, Jenna." You pull your shorts off and sit back, cock erect and vertical.
Jenna crawls on her hands and knees and climbs up onto the chair. She's a sexy little cat, with her tits exposed and licking her lips.