Sinful Confessions

Mandy's POV. “Ah…yes, right there.” The words left my lips in a breathy whisper as Derek–my husband rammed himself into me. His grip on my waist tightened as he breathed heavily, “you like that huh?” He asked, moving at a pace that I considered a little too slow. “Aww, yes baby,” I moaned, even though I felt nothing. This was how it had always been–fake moans, fake orgasms, fake everything. The only thing that was real between us was the love we shared, and painfully so, it was not enough. I dug my nails deeper into his shoulders, letting out fake breathy moans as he groaned on top of me. I closed my eyes so he wouldn't notice that I was feeling anything but pleasure. “Fuckkk, I'm–I’m close baby,” he grunted, tilting his head back as he thrust at a faster pace. “I know. Let it all out,” I edged him, making my voice sound strained, as if I was close too. “Ahh, that–that–” he mumbled incoherent words as he gave his best three strokes that made my core clench around him. Within the next second, he collapsed onto my body, pouring hot c*m into me. His breath was hot against my collarbone, while he moved a hand up to squeeze one of my breasts. “God, Mandy,” he murmured, his c**k now growing flaccid inside me, “you feel so good. You have no idea how much I love being inside you. You're so tight, and perfect,” he showered me with compliments that barely made my cheeks tingle. He'd always done this after every session, and it often made me feel valued. Except this time, my Derek wasn't as strong as he was in his youth. Lately, he'd grown out of shape and was barely even around. I on the other hand was a woman in her forties with a cunt on fire. I needed Derek six out of seven times in a week and Derek could only afford once a week, because work was more important. “Did you finish?” Derek's voice cut through my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I ran my fingers lazily through his hair, “of course. You f**k me so well,” I told the lie easily. He lifted his head, his brown eyes meeting mine with so much softness, “you know, if you keep saying stuff like that, I may not be able to help f*****g you all over again.” No. Not another session of this torture. I forced a smile, cupping a side of his face, “while I would love that, I don't think I have time. I should freshen up, else I'll be late for work.” He pulled out of me, his brows pulling together in sudden displeasure, “you're always running off. You always liked second rounds.” He was right. I used to look forward to getting f****d but since Derek aged, I'd rather have my own hands in there than have him. But somehow, I still loved him, even as the marriage made me unhappy. I rose up from the bed, tying the straps of my robe, “well, someone taught me that work should always come first.” I heard him chuckle behind me, “using my own words against me huh? One of these days I'm going to lock the door and keep you here.” I glanced over my shoulder with a tight smile, definitely not liking the sound of that, “Then you'd have to attend to my heavy spending habits.” “Easy work,” he smirked, reaching for his phone. Following that,I found my way to the bathroom and after months of scrubbing myself a little too hard, I finally made my way to work. Everything seemed to irritate me at the office–the chattering from the workers, the unfinished documentation of my project and the coffee I'd ordered seventeen minutes ago. My jaws ticked as I moved my executive chair from side to side, reading through a magazine but my focus was barely on it. All that came through my mind was the way my c**t ached from dissatisfaction. Just then, the door clicked open and Hailey, my p.a walked in with a mug of coffee. “I'm sorry ma'am, there was a line at the–” “Excuses. You could have gone to the cafeteria downstairs, instead you chose to waste my time!” I snapped, my tone sounding harsher than intended. Hailey shuddered and quickly dropped the mug on my desk, her head facing the ground, “I'm sorry ma'am. It won't happen again.” “Yeah right it won't because I'm going to–” Before I could finish the words, the door to my office swung open again, revealing the least person I expected to see. “Damn girl, don't you think you're a little too feisty this morning?” Tasha, my best friend said, slamming the door behind her. As much as I knew that Tasha was right, I didn't see myself admitting it. My eyes darted towards Hailey, “leave.” Hailey scurried off, leaving me and Tasha in the office. My eyes met Tasha’s and the way her gaze narrowed on me told me she was in her observation zone. I rolled my eyes, “Stop looking at me like that. I'm fine.” “Sure? You look like you're s*x starved,” She snorted, popping the gum in her mouth as she took a seat across from me. “Shut up, I'm just not in a good mood,” I corrected, not knowing how to tell her that she wasn't so far from the truth. Hailey was my best friend, and we talked about everything. Well, everything except my s*x life. Although she was comfortable enough to tell me about hers. “Okay, why aren't you in a good mood?” I exhaled deeply, averting her gaze, “It's nothing.” “Mandy.” “I swear it's nothing. I'm just–” “You're terrible at lying so just tell me already,” she persisted. I bit really hard on my lips, resting my palms over my face, “Derek and I had s*x this morning. And…and it was…hmm, you know kinda fake?” Tasha's eyes widened, then they relaxed with something close to sadness. “So you mean to tell me that you've not been getting good orgasms?” I nodded. The atmosphere in the room thickened with tension as we both fell silent. We stayed like that for a long moment, until Tasha perched up, leaning forward with a small smirk. “I have a really good idea.” That made my heart skip, because the thing about Tasha's ideas was that they were always irrational,which was a contrast to my own rational suggestions. But just because I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, I chose to hear her out. “What?” “You need to have a one night stand with a stranger.”