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by BigTexan ©   Missis Fantasy He winced but didn't say anything. "Say something you bastard! We've been married less than a year and you're already fucking around on me! You fucking bastard! Haven't I been the perfect wife? Haven't I given up enough for you? You, you fucking prick!" Linda's eyes flashed with anger, turning a bright green that set off her flaming red hair beautifully. "Linda please." "Please what? What do you want from me? You want me to say it's okay for you fuck around on me? You want me to invite this woman into our bed? You fucking bastard! I hate you! Get the fuck out." She grabbed a lamp from a nearby end table and slung it at him, only it's cord saved him from being hit. A ceramic coaster holder followed the lamp, but with better results, striking him on the shoulder. Mark covered his face with his arms and rolled out of the chair. A heavy paperweight bounced off the floor near his head and he scrambled to the door. His suitcase was still in the car and he drove off to find a hotel room. He knew Linda. She'd calm down ... eventually. Well, at least enough that she wouldn't be throwing things. Tomorrow was Saturday. Maybe he'd call her then, or on Sunday. He picked the first hotel he passed and paid for two nights, with luck he wouldn't need more. Or at least he'd know if he needed to find more permanent housing. He collapsed on the bed and sank into a tired, guilty sleep. It was morning when he woke up. He picked up the phone to call Linda, but the voice that answered was not his wife's. "Trisha, is that you?" "Yeah, oh Mark? Mark, I'm so glad you called. I was afraid you wouldn't and I've been thinking of nothing but you since you left." He didn't know why he'd called Trisha, but the sound of her voice made him feel so much better. "Oh Trisha, I have so screwed up my life." "You told your wife didn't you?" Her tone sank from bright and happy to flat, but not angry. "Yeah, I, I had to. It wouldn't have been right not to." "She didn't take it well I guess?" "Not really, about like I expected. I'm in a hotel room." "Well, you know, college is out next week and I could come stay with you. My mom lives in Austin anyway and I've been meaning to go see her. It's been a while." "You haven't seen your mother? Why not?" "Long story. She got married last fall and never told her new husband about me. There was a," she paused and took a deep breath,"problem. She had a hard time with it. That's why I went to Houston to school." "I'm sure she's proud of you and whatever problem there was, it will work out." "Thanks. See you're so sweet to me. Here you are sitting in a hotel room 'cause of me and you still make me feel good. God, Mark, I love you." "I love you too Trisha. That's the problem." "'Cause you still love your wife, huh?" "Yeah. I'm all fucked up Trisha." They talked for another hour and then finally said goodbye. Mark felt better but still ached inside. He sat there for a long time thinking about what he should do. Then he picked up the phone again and this time carefully dialed his own home phone number. A busy signal buzzed in his ear and he hung up again. Once again the sobs wracked his body. What was he going to do? He had fucked up bad and knew it. He loved Linda intensely but that one night with Trisha had been a golden heaven and he truly loved her too. Could he love her after one night? Was it just his balls talking? Deep inside Mark knew it was more than lust. Her personality, so like Linda and yet so different, was just what he wanted. He did love her and he didn't want to lose her. He dialed his home again and this time the answering machine picked up. "Uh, Linda this is Mark. I wanted to talk to you again, but I know you probably don't want to speak to me. If you change your mind, I'm at the ..." He frantically looked around the room for the name of the hotel. "the uh, the holiday inn on 19th ave. The number here is uh, 555-1441 and I'm in room 125. Please call me." He hung up the phone and decided to take a shower, that way if Linda called back and wanted to meet somewhere he wouldn't stink. He'd still be a lousy son-of-a-bitch, but he wouldn't smell bad. Later, he was once again laying on the bed wondering what he was going to do. The jangle of the phone startled him and he leapt for it, grabbing it off it's hook. "Hello." "Hi Mark." "Hi Trisha, thanks for calling, I'm about to go nuts here." "I'm driving up tonight. My first final is on Wednesday, so I have some time. Can I stay with you, at least tonight." "Of course." He closed his eyes, this would only make things worse but how could he refuse her. "Great, I'm looking forward to seeing you. By the way, I talked to mom on the phone. She wants to see me." "But you're staying with me?" "Yeah, she said I couldn't stay with her." "Oh, I'm sorry Trisha." "Not your fault. I'll tell you more when I get there. I love you." "I love you too." Mark decided that as long as he was going to do this, he might as well do it right. He straightened up the room and then drove down to a store not too far away. He picked up a bottle of wine and some flowers. Back at the hotel, he waited as the minutes drug into hours. Just as he thought he would explode there was a knock on his door. When he opened the door, Trisha stood there smiling. She threw herself onto him, kissing him and hugging him. "Hi Mark," she said finally with a glowing blush on her face. "Hi Trisha." Without thinking he swept her from her feet and carried her into the room, both of them giggling like children. "Are you hungry?" "Just for you." Trisha smiled as she said it and then kissed him again as he put her down. She smiled up at him and slowly slid down to her knees in front of him. Without taking her eyes off his face she unbuckled his slacks and then unzipped them, letting them fall to the floor. Still gazing into his eyes, she slid his briefs down, releasing his cock. Then she cupped his hardening tool in her hands and licked it from the base to the head. "I love the way your cock tastes." She slipped his cock head into her mouth and began to suck gently on it. Pushing more and more of his cock into her mouth she began to fuck him slowly. Mark closed his eyes, only Linda had ever given him head this way. Most women did it because their partner wanted it, but Linda and Trisha both did it because they loved doing it. He looked down as the head of his cock pressed against the back of Trisha's throat. God it felt so good. She pulled back, sliding his cock slowly out of her mouth and then licking around the head before diving back onto his shaft. She cupped his balls in her hand and slowly massaged them as she sucked his cock. "God Trisha, you are so good." "Mmmph" She pulled off his cock and grinned up at him. "You like it hmmm? Am I good little cock-sucker for you? A hot enough little tramp. Your sweet little slut? Maybe you'd like to fuck my pussy? Maybe you'd like to fuck my ass?" "Oh God Trisha." He felt his balls begin to swell and he knew he was close to cumming. "I'm gonna cum, baby." "Yeah, show me how slutty I am, cum on my face. Come on lover, shoot your load all over my face." Trisha began to pump his cock slowly and her other hand slid back from his balls until her finger pressed against his ass. As her finger slid inside him he blew his load. The first spurt of jism splashed across her face stretching from the corner of her mouth, across her nose and up into her hair. She opened her mouth and licked at the cum on her lips and Mark aimed his next shot into her mouth. She smiled up at him, showing him his cum and he blew again into her nasty face. "Mmmm, I love the taste of your cum, but I really want you to fuck me. Fuck me good and hard and then take me out to dinner." She guided his softening cock back into her mouth and slid her tongue down his shaft. Pulling back she looked up at him again. "Fuck me. Give my your cock. Make me scream for more and then cum in my pussy. I'm not on the pill. You might make a baby in me. Do you want that? I do. I want to have your baby." Mark looked down at her. She looked so nasty and yet so sweet and innocent. The paradox confused him but turned him on even more. She wasn't quite young enough to be his daughter, not unless he'd started very early, but still she was much younger than him and yet there she was, on her knees, asking him to make her pregnant while she sucked his cock. His cock sprang back to life and she stood up and guided him to the bed, never turning loose of his dick. "Take my clothes off. I'm not wearing underwear. I drove up here without underwear, thinking of you. I rubbed my pussy the whole way, thinking of your cock. Do you like me to rub my pussy and think about you? I want you to rub my pussy and then fuck me good." "Mmm, baby, you are so hot," Mark said, pulling her t-shirt off over her head and, true to her word, exposing her bare breasts. Again he was struck by their beauty. They were perfect, firm and pert with large swollen nipples. He leaned down and sucked one into his mouth and heard her moan in response. His hands slid lower until they reached the short shorts she wore. He was a little surprised to find they they were wet and sticky between her legs, apparently she wasn't kidding about rubbing herself on the drive up from Houston. He pushed the shorts down and off her, letting her kick them off her feet. Light red hair barely covered her soft mound and Mark marveled at the beauty of her pussy. Absolutely perfect, in every way. Full pouty lips lay exposed and glistening in the soft light. He couldn't help himself, like a moth drawn to the seductive light of a candle he dipped his mouth down and tasted her sweet nectar. His tongue slid easily between the lips of her sex and her juice flowed into his mouth. He drank her, even as his tongue explored the soft velvety lips, and she pulled his face deeper into her pussy. "Yes, oh Mark, suck my pussy. God, you eat pussy like a woman. I love a good tongue and you are one of the best. Damn this is so good. Yes, fuck, yes." Mark felt her nearing her climax and paused. Usually Linda took much longer to cum. Trisha was certainly a different lover though. Linda was quiet and reserved during their lovemaking, not at all like Trisha. He'd never heard Linda cuss or use any vulgar language. Trisha's dirty talk excited him and drove him and and he put that erotic energy into his cunnigulus. Lapping and sucking her pussy as hard and fast as he could. When her gyrations subsided Mark lifted his head and smiled at her. She grinned back and then guided him up onto her. Softly she kissed his lips, tasting her juices on his mouth. She licked him, savoring the taste of her own pussy, and then breathed into his ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me good and hard. Put your cock deep into my pussy and let me feel you cum in my womb. Make a baby in me, give me your child and make me your woman." Mark smiled at her and slid his cock into her wet pussy. The heat was intense and it drove him on. He pressed deeper forcing all of his cock into her. She was beautiful, sexier than any woman he'd dreamed of. "How did you ever get so nasty? You look like an angel, but you fuck like a demon possessed?" Mark reached out and touched her face, letting his finger trail through his own fluids. "Well thank you, my lover. I had a good teacher." "And who would that have been? Some wild rock star like Angus Young?" "My mother." His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped for just a moment. "Your mother?" "Yeah, my mom." Trisha rolled off the bed and trotted toward the bathroom, stopping to look over her shoulder at him staring at her ass. 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