You drop the pretenses

Something about having fucked changed things. I still felt guilty, but I was also in love; Lynn and I would surreptitiously text throughout the day, and I felt myself getting hard nearly every time we spoke. Curiously, I was having issues with sex with Jane — maybe it was the pleasure I'd gotten from Lynn, but somehow, I couldn't finish with Jane anymore; it felt like I could go for hours, but never was fully satisfied. When it came to my next session with Lynn, I didn't bother pretending with meeting her at the office: we went straight to the restaurant.

She was wearing a turquoise sundress that heavily accentuated her breasts. I leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed me back. "I missed you," she said, and I told her I missed her too. It was true.

We sat in a corner booth and dinner went by in a blur. We hardly managed to keep our hands off each other; she would run her fingers along my knee and I'd slide mine dangerously up her massive thighs. As I handed the waiter the check, Lynn whispered, "So I've been thinking... Now that I'm your girlfriend, there's somewhere else you should be taking me instead of to my office, right?"

I looked at her quizzically.

"Well, since we're dating, you should probably take me home and fuck me in my own bed, right?" She said the line with a nearly-straight face, batting her eyelashes in faux innocence. I couldn't agree fast enough.

We walked out to my car, and she took my hand in hers and cuddled slightly against me. "You know, there's something psychologically important about having sex in each others' beds... It's an intimate act in a place we both know is ****. If we stop things now, I'll be sad, because I really have fallen in love with you. But if we do this, I want to warn you: I don't think we'll be able to stop anymore. I'll fall completely for you, and I think psychologically you'll start seeing me as much as your life partner as your wife is. Are you really sure you want to go through with this?"

I stopped. I took her seriously as a therapist, and if she was telling me this, there must be truth to it. I did love Lynn, as wrong as that was. And I was so, so attracted to her. But, to be honest, I wasn't sure I was ready to take that step. I still loved Jane, and deep down I knew I still wanted things to work out.

Lynn noticed my concern, but seemed to take it the wrong way. "Oh you dear, dangerously sweet man..." she cooed, lifting her lips towards mine as I looked at her uncertainly. "You do want this, don't you."

As her lips hit mine, my doubts vanished. Whatever my feelings were towards my wife, I couldn't also deny my love towards Lynn. As she pulled her lips away from mine, I admitted: "I do."

Lynn smiled. "Come show your girlfriend how much you're in love with her, then," she said. "Come make her yours."

As Lynn got into the passenger seat of my car, everything felt right somehow. She _should_ be sitting by my side, I thought: I loved her, and was dating her. She gave me directions to her house, and I ran my hands once again along her massive thighs as we drove. She basked blissfully as I slid further and further up, biting her lip as I looped my fingers through the panties under her sundress. I fingered her the rest of the ride home as she moaned appreciatively. We pulled into her driveway, and Lynn whispered: "Now let me repay you."

Walking Lynn to her bedroom truly felt like I was taking her to a marriage bed. Everything felt more electric: her hand in mine, the smell of her hair, the sight of her pornographic ass moving under her dress. We tore each others clothes off and I sank into her as she shouted her pleasure to the empty house.

"Oh fuck," she said, throwing her head back and moaning. "Fuck this feels so good... I love you so much."

"I love you too," I told her, looking deep into her eyes.

"You feel it, don't you?" she whispered. I nodded. "Things have changed between us now," she continued. She looked glad, but then a note of hurt crept into her face. "You did this... You're a married man. And you seduced your therapist and made her fall in love with you, fucked her over and over, took her home... You know this is your fault, don't you?"

"It's true," I said, softly. "But somehow, even though I know it's wrong..."

"You don't regret it," she finished. I nodded. "I don't regret it either," she said, "Even though it kind of hurts to know there's someone else. Can you even tell the difference between how you feel about your wife and me?"

To be honest, I couldn't, and told her so.

"Oh really?" She said, cocking an eyebrow. "Not one difference?" I shook my head as we continued to fuck. She grinned, unexpectedly wolfishly. "Not even a difference in how you feel about... these?"

She fondled her sagging, bouncing, watermelon-sized tits as I fucked her.

"Fuck," I said, taken aback. "Fuck, yours are so much better."

She smiled wider. "Kiss them and tell them you love them."

I bent down and took her left nipple in my mouth, swirling it with my tongue, and then her right. "I love you," I whispered to them.

"More than your wife?"

"More than my wife."

She laughed. I pulled back up, incredibly turned on. "And how about these," she said, grabbing her ass cheeks as I fucked her into the bed. Her hands sank deeply into them, like they were putty.

"Oh God, they're better."

She laughed again. "Anything else?" she said, starting to gyrate her lower body as I drove into her, her stomach jiggling as it moved. She felt incredible. "Anything else different?"

I wasn't sure if I should tell her, but I was too turned on to stop. "You feel better," I panted. She smiled and raised her eyebrow again. "You feel incredible. Since I started having sex with you, I haven't been able to finish with her."

She looked at me with a naughty grin. "So even if emotionally we're on par... Physically, you prefer me?"

"There's no comparison."

"Ohhh," she moaned, and I felt her get wetter. I didn't know sex could feel this good. "I love it when you tell me that." That was a bit concerning, to be frank; although it was true, I wasn't sure I felt okay telling Lynn how much better she was in bed than my wife. I hoped she didn't... Before I could finish the thought, Lynn moaned, "Ohh I'm so turned on. You love making me wet like this, don't you? You love how I feel when you tell me these things."

What had I been thinking? I forgot. But what Lynn said was true: she'd already been the best sex of my life, but somehow, this was even better. If this was the price I was happy to pay it. "Tell me again," she ordered with a grin. "Tell me more."

I went wild. I told her every piece of her how much I loved it, preferred it, how much better it was. Lynn came, many times, at one point bucking against my face as I whispered my preference directly into her pussy. Eventually, after kissing and licking nearly every part of her and fucking her for nearly all of it, I was near the edge. I told her.

"You naughty, dirty, awful married man," Lynn said. "I can't believe you. I can't believe how you're making me feel, but also I just can't believe you... But, if you've done so many awful things to get me here, I get to do one unfair thing to you too, right?"

"What... what kind of unfair thing are you thinking about?"