End of the Tale

This is story of a moment in time that changed my life and I will carry the pain of losing this woman for as long as I breathe. If you are looking for happy endings, I can assure you will not find that here. You will hear of beauty and love that was built upon deceit and so it is hardly surprising that our karma would be delivered to us with an equal measure.



I had met her online and both of us were Married. Our need was for connection and understanding that could lead to a fulfilling intimacy. We connected beyond our expectations almost instantly. Speaking her words that now torture me as I know I will never feel this again,



‘Hmmm. Today he took me to a place that I didn’t know existed. There was no need for conversation. No need for small talk. No need to analyse or question. Just a moment that took me by surprise. A moment that taught me that I know nothing. I know nothing except what I felt. It still takes my breath away to remember the beautiful moment that I had, underneath a gum tree in the middle of our no where that he put me in. He only needed to gently touch me, and then to tightly touch me. I felt he touched me like no one before. He has spoiled me for all others. I know that I will never again feel what he can deliver.’



So how could this go so wrong?



We met as always in a quiet public place. I drove her to our secluded beach and we made our way to our secret place over rocks and under the trees. Her smile glowed and shone light into my existence. When I kiss her, I feel her sink into my power. As I touch her I can feel her body move to meet my hands. As I tighten my hand on her flesh I hear her gasp telling me she wants more pain to feed her pleasure. I know with each gasp to a pinch or bite, she becomes wetter between her legs.



I ease off her body to allow her to catch her breath and for her to remove her clothing. She lies back down naked beside me. Her eyes are childlike waiting for a reward as she gazes into my eyes. I see all the stress of her life has left her and she is completely innocent in my arms. Today I will not fuck her. She will not see my cock. I remove only my shirt and shoes and resume my position partly atop of her naked body. As always she is keen to feel my lips taste hers, but I know that she will soon not desire such a soft treatment and will soon turn her head away from my kiss as she desires what she knows only I can give her.



I have broken her for all other men as she has broken me for all other women. My hand grips tightly on her perfect D cup breast and I squeeze her nipple ever tighter. As I do so, I hear her moan change volume and tone as her eyes close she is telling me her pain is fast transformed to pleasure. She begins to drift into that place I take her. I pull her up and tie her hands behind her back with a scarf. I attach nipple clamps and pull at the chain lightly at first. Her mouth opens as the pain travels through her body. I grab her hair and pull it hard back and as I do, she opens her eyes as she knows I demand this of her so as to see her desire for me grow with ever piece of increasing pressure I force upon her. I continue to pull rapidly at the chain linked to her nipples and my hand travels fast down her stomach and between her legs. I do not hesitate today or tease. I thrust my fingers quickly and deep inside her. She moans louder and it becomes a cry as I feel the wetness grow and with it her warmth increases. I rip the left nipple clamp and her eyes widen for me. I press my hand deeper and faster inside her and rip the other clamp from its place sending her head backwards as she lets out the sound that tells me what I already know as I can feel a gush of warm fluid on my hand. My hand totally soaked I rub it between her legs focusing on her clit as she continues to now shudder to my touch. She can no longer keep her eyes open as she gasps continually as she continues to her prolonged orgasm. I own her body and mind. I take her to that place and she is lost in her place where she escapes a terrestrial form that is only pure bliss and pleasure for her. I feel her pleasure, which now takes me to my euphoric state. I ease my pressure from her and untie her allowing her to savour her pleasure and give her this moment to recover. I back down beside her and lose myself in her smell. I place my head upon her breast and rest to catch my breath.



I can hear the sea and everything is calm around us. We have spent moments in this place, but inside I felt this maybe our last. When I met her she had never had an orgasm to a man. She had never found pleasure on a cock. She had only every received satisfaction in the arms of her lesbian lover, which had been the only time she had gushed previous. All other orgasms were at her own hand with the aid of a vibrator on her clit.



In our private meets, I had transformed this housewife Mother of two and discovered her untold beauty. I had opened her mind to the pleasures all women should be afforded and I had done it seemingly to her with complete ease. I made her cum first on my hand and then made her squirt on my hand, brought her to orgasms with my mouth, my entire fist and eventually my cock. I had given her orgasms that shuddered her endlessly. She labelled each moment a first and our love had grown beyond our expectation. My focus and motivation for other things was continually put on hold waiting for a word from her. And she demanded my attention as much as I needed hers.



My wife? you may ask… My relationship with my wife improved. I became more open and honest and with that more loving. Ironic as it sounds, it is completely true this indiscretion as others may label it had indirectly saved my marriage. But I am getting ahead of myself and off topic.



She looks at me and asks, ‘Do we need to get back?’. ‘Yes’, I respond sadly. But As she sits up, I grab her again by the hair and this time I place my other hand tightly on her throat. As she struggles to breath I press my mouth onto her wanting lips. We kiss and I sense the moment to release to allow her breath as I do. My tongue enters her mouth and for the first time as she slides her tongue into my mouth I suck hard taking all of her tongue. Again she gasps a different pleasure and as I release her mouth, she is surprised. She begins, ‘You have never kissed me that way…’ and before she can finish her words I pull her hair harder than I have ever pulled it previous and again apply force to her throat restricting her air. Her eyes widen but it is pleasure not fear I see as she trusts me and knows I seek only her pleasure. As I release her again she regains her breath and I know she needs pain. I spank her left cheek hard as I possibly can with my hand. She lets out that gasp of pleasure I know so well. I do it again and again harder, faster and in the same place. Again I kiss her and I know she is done as I pull her hard and firm to my body. I hold her tight and kiss her firm and then soft. It is time to go.





We return to her favorite café where she sips her wine. I drink a scotch and we exchange silent glances and calmly chat. But things are not normal as we portray. There is an underlying sadness.



I had asked her to tell me if she wanted to be with another. I did not want to restrict her, but I had requested she tell me and to not do so as to deny us the time together that was limited to once a week. We had not been together for two weeks and I had suspected she was not being honest. She wrongly believed that I would be jealous of her with another. I was not. My trigger is to be misled and my imperfect mind sees being misled as being treated as a fool. This triggers my insecurity where fucking another person is of little importance to me. I do not believe in monogamy, but I do believe in honesty and here is the dose of Karma I deserve, since we are both not being honest with our respective partners. She had admitted meeting another man without telling me and I explained I was relieved. But she did not understand why I was relieved. I was relieved because I was proved right and I knew she would not respect me. I had believed she was incapable of being totally honest with me and here was my prophecy fulfilled. Every woman I had been emotionally connected to had cheated on me first, including my wife and here we go again.



But was it such a big deal? I am probably not the right person to make that judgement. She had met another, but it was as to be expected a disappointment. But what if it had not been a disappointment? Would she have revealed it? She lies to her husband, has friends that will cover for her indiscretion to him, so why would it be any different for me. I had not required asked she not see other men, just that she tell me first and to not do so to the detriment of our time. But when you lie, you have to remember all the lies that must cover it up and here is where those who do not lie well fail. She said that she had seen him the day before she had seen me after a two week break over Christmas. But this could not be true. She travels a distance to be with me and she had traveled to meet this man. She could not have done so on the day she claimed as she was with her family and texting/calling me.



The reality is that over the Christmas break she had consciously chosen to be with a man she had never met while telling me she was unable to travel to me. Her guilt ate at her and she revealed part of the truth and notably not the full truth. As she does with her life, all pain is immediately boxed away and not open to discussion and when I question her of things that she cannot offer truth it results in shutting me out.



We had planned to meet the next day, but as I looked across the table in a silent moment, I could see that was not going to happen. She spoke the words almost knowing, ‘this is going to end, I just don’t know how’. She walked me to my car and I knew this was a goodbye moment and that I was not going to see her tomorrow. It was in her mood and her kiss. She was not her usual happy filled with the anticipation of meeting and I knew she was sad which told me she was not being honest with me.



Let’s be real here… Once you are betrayed, you now know how easy it was for that person to do so and whether you are right or wrong has little to no consequence in regard to your feelings.



The next day, as expected, the message came that she could not meet. And then, 'Silence'. A silence that was not usual. She would always text me when she was with her friends or family and now ‘Silence’. I suspected she was again with another man, not her girlfriend. Every time in my life I have felt this specific sense, and it is only with the three women I have really loved, including her, I was 100% right. I know again I am right. You just know. I heard it in the voice of my first love, I knew it when my wife had her hotel phone set to not disturb when she traveled to New York, and I know it now with this love. I know she desires to be with others and that is not an issue... But to make me feel inadequate with lies is. I know I cannot give her a place in my arms all night that I too desire and I know she sort it elsewhere and lied to me. I also heard it in her voice and the convenient shut down that she offered when confronted by my emotions and my decision to end it.



As sad as the hurt is to lose this, the hurt of continuing to be lied to and in my mind ridiculed and humiliated is worse. And so I ended it and I know I regretted the moment I made that decision on the Friday when I knew she was going to stay another night and not see me as we planned.



She said to me, it has become far too complicated and I have no wish to deal with this right now. But that was her way of diminishing her feelings as she had done with every moment of her life previous. When confronted with hurt, she first denies it and then stores it away reciting the words, ‘I am happy’.


Well, I am not happy, I am hurt as I worried I would be by her.



This is the end of a beautiful chapter of our lives. We lived in the present and it was in the present that it was destroyed. I have taught her all that I can and it is now time for her to move on. She fulfilled her prophecy too as if you cannot handle complication, it is because you do not care for it enough in the first place. She texts me, ‘Fuck, I miss you’, but that is only because she has nothing else to keep her occupied. I was a distraction… I think the final piece of my awakening was in this exchange of texts before her silence.



I texted, ‘I respect you when you are on your knees orgasming continuously and uncontrollably on my hand... I respect you when I grab you by the hair and place my other hand tight around your neck... I respect you when I own you and control you by giving you the pleasure you desire of me’



To which she responded, ‘That is not respect. That is sex’



It was never sex to me!