Is he still mine?

He kissed me. Hesitantly at first. I didn't resist. How could I? His tongue felt at once so familiar and yet so distant. All the memories started coming back. Damn, we had been together for 4 years. 4 very good years!

As our tongues locked, he started moving his hands under my blouse. The exact same way he did 5 years ago. He unhooked my bra so expertly with his right hand. Not a bit different from how he used to. Even before he did it, I already knew his other hand would be reaching for my right breast.

Some things never changed. He has not changed a single bit after these 5 long miserable years! Not a bit. I remembered. He remembered. Was he deliberately trying to do things the old way to get me nostalgic? Or is this the way he has been making love to his wife the last 2 years?

I was crying by the time he pushed me down on the bed and unbuttoned my blouse. I thought I had forgotten how he made tender love to me after all these years. But I have not!

He removed my blouse and pulled both my hands over my head, using my bra to "tie" both my wrists together. I didn't struggle. I put my wrists together instinctively. I knew what was coming. I have not forgotten, baby! I have not! I could not!

He suckled hungrily at my breasts. The right, the left, then the right again. So familiar. So methodical. But oh so heart-breaking!

He kissed me down further and further. Right to my panties and then removed it with his teeth and hands. He looked up at me in surprise when he could not see any black forest. Has he forgotten that he prefer me naked down there, because he likes the vulnerable look of my cleanly-shaved pussy?

I have not forgotten, Darling. Not at all! I shaved myself clean, like a little good girl, just this morning before seeing him. Was I anticipating that he would bring me to this hotel? Was I waiting to be f**ked? Was I a husband snatched? What was I thinking as I put on the shaving cream this morning? I don't know. I really don't want to know!

He lapped up my pussy like a hungry dog. He forced his tongue in. I wrapped my thighs tightly around his head. He used to say that I have strong thighs that can suffocate any man. I wish I can suffocate him there and then. I hate you, Baby. I hate you!

I was crying. Moaning. Reminiscing. Then I came. There and then. Barely a few minutes. It was a departure. Never before had he been able to make me come with his tongue alone. Was I too sexually deprived after 1 year without a man? Or has his skill improved after lots of training with his wife????

His face came into my view. Soaked. He kissed me, like he used to. Only this time, I could discern the salty taste of my tears amidst my cunt juice. I didn't like the taste. I don't like crying! I didn't asked him the obligatory question. He answered my non-existent question nevertheless: "You tasted yummy, Darling"! I had to bite my lips hard to stop my tears from flowing down more.

He wanted to enter me. Somehow, I forgot that was coming. Getting that earth-shattering climax had somehow made me regain some composure. I held his head and said only 3 words: "YOU ARE MARRIED"!

He replied with only 2 words: "I know"! You know??? You know!!! Then why the hell are you still trying to screw me? I suddenly felt a strong sense of revulsion overwhelming me. I wanted to leave. Right that instant!

He was strong. He held my "tied" hands with just one hand. I couldn't see his other hand. But I needn't. I knew right where it was. It was holding on to his dick, adjusting it, probing, finding the entrance that he so craved. We used to do that all the time. Mock rape, we called it. Only this time, it didn't seem mock at all! I really didn't want to go ahead! No! Not after I regain my sanity. Not after his "I know", instead of "I love you"!

He didn't seem to know the difference between fake and real. Or maybe he did, but he couldn't care less. He penetrated me. Just like that.

I could feel his warmth inside me. I could feel it stretching me all over again. I squeezed instinctively. He groaned and smiled. He said: "You are tight, Darling"! That's a new phrase. Is his wife very loose? Why did he sound so satisfied? Has he been screwing a loose cunt for 2 years? I asked him point blank. He mumbled an "erm huh". What is "erm huh"? Can someone tell me?

I was resisting and fighting fruitlessly. He pounded on, seemingly oblivious of my begging: "You are married. You are..". He kept repeating himself: "I know, I know..". Did he get extra satisfaction knowing that he was f**king a gal other than his wife? He eventually shut me up with his lips. I bit them real hard.

It didn't take him long. 5 Minutes, I guessed, versus his usual 15. Why? Has his loose wife been depriving him? Or was it just the forbidden fruit syndrome? I could feel the pulsation. The throbbing. He didn't wear a condom. He didn't withdraw. He didn't even bother to ask me if it was my peak period! It was!!!!

He didn't forget to clean up after partaking his meal. He didn't forget his manners. Yeah, I trained him well. He licked me clean. His dripping sperm, my dripping juice. All of it. He tried to kiss me again. This time, I resisted. I glared at him. He asked me oh so innocently: "what's wrong"? I ticked him off coldly: "You have just raped me! Now that's what's wrong"!!!

It took him a while to realise that I was serious. I stared at him without a word. He got the cold feet and started apologising profusely. It went on for a while. I grabbed my phone by the bedside. He must have thought I was going to dial 999. He broke into cold sweat, right there. I look at his now tiny weeny dick. I laughed out loud inside. I was merely trying to check the time on my handphone!

But outwardly, I maintain my coldness. I was not angry. How could I be? I have always been his. He was the first man who f**ked me. I was already his 9 years ago！ For life - that was what I vowed, when I gave him my virginity. I am still available now. But he is not。 He belongs to another woman now!

I told him coldly: "Should I be telling your wife you raped me? Or would you rather do that yourself"? He didn't say a word. He knew how to melt my heart. He suckled at my bosom softly, like a little boy. That's our way of "after-play". He remembered even that too!

I really don't know what to say, or what to do. Apart from the emotional tangle, I have not forgotten that I will be at my peak tomorrow!

What am I supposed to do? Get a morning-after pill tomorrow? Where? Do the polyclinics open on Sundays? Does the clinic down my block dispense it?

What should I do if he calls again?

Oh my God, what have I done?