Change Happens Chapter Four: Mistakes and Forgiveness

Robin, in her earnest for great sex, makes a huge mistake. Can her husband forgive her?

I got in my car and sped home. The feeling of guys touching and wanting me had left me horny, and I wanted to return to my husband.

Jeff was fast asleep in the bed. “Honey,” I said, gently nudging him. He didn’t move. “Jeff!” I said, shaking him this time. Again, nothing happened.

I knew of one way of getting his attention. I lifted the covers and went under them. I slowly maneuvered myself between his legs.

Jeff liked to sleep in the nude, so I took his dick into my mouth and began to suck on it.

At first, there was no movement, but he slowly moaned as his dick grew in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down on it, taking it into my mouth. Now, he wasn’t just moaning. He was grunting as he had reached a full erection.

“Hello,” I said as Jeff pulled the covers off.

“Damn, you haven’t done that in a while,” Jeff said, wide awake.

I peeled myself out of the golden shorts and thongs I had worn underneath them.

“You should have seen them,” I teased as I got on top of him.

“Really,” Jeff smiled as I took off my top.

“They all wanted what you have,” I said as I glided my wetness over his hard dick, ensuring it didn’t penetrate me yet. “They all wanted your big-titted wife.”

“Huge tits,” Jeff said as I unhooked my bra.

“Massive natural tits,” I teased.

“What about my ass,” Jeff asked as he cupped my ass.

“Oh definitely, they tried to grab it or squeeze it, and I pushed their hands away,” I lied. More than a few men cupped my ass this night.

Jeff’s dick throbbed as I teased him. I reached down and held it up as I slid down onto it. Feeling all seven inches fill me.

I slowly started to rock back and forth on him as he reached up and squeezed my chest.

“I love my huge fucking boobs, look at these things,” Jeff said as he pressed and played with them.

“Yes, Jeff,” I said as I rode him faster.

Jeff pinched and squeezed my nipples. My boobs are ultra-sensitive because of their size. Jeff had brought out many orgasms by pinching and playing with them.

“Yes, Jeff,” I moaned as I leaned forward so that he could suck on my nipples.

I have surprisingly small nipples for the size of my boobs, which makes them even more sensitive.

“Yes!” I screamed as he sucked on one and then the other.

I put my hand on his chest and got up on my heels as I started to ride his dick hard.

“Robin,” Jeff said as I began to bounce up and down on his dick.

I wanted to ride him hard. I wanted to feel his thick, long dick pound inside of me.

“Robin,” Jeff said louder as he stopped playing with my boobs.

I bounced up and down, using my thighs and feet to balance me.

“For Christ sakes,” Jeff pushed me off him. “Stop!”

“What?” I said, surprised as I looked at him.

“My back!” he yelled at me as he slowly got out of bed.

“Shit!” remembering I couldn’t ride him hard or his back spasmed. “I forgot,” I said as he walked out of the room and into the bathroom. He slammed the door shut. “I will go and get it ready,” I said as I approached the door.

“Thank you,” Jeff responded through the door.

We bought an inversion table last year. It worked temporarily to help with Jeff’s back pain. I set it up in the guest room. Slowly, Jeff walked into the room, and I helped him get into it.

“Remember…” he began to say.

“I will set the timer,” I nodded.

“Thanks,” Jeff said as I helped turn him upside down.

Immediately, Jeff sighed as the pressure released from his back.

I left him alone and went back to our room. I looked at myself in the mirror. All I wanted was some good sex.

It wasn’t easy for him. I knew that. When we first got married, he sometimes left me in bed quivering because he had pounded me into submission.

Now, he barely got the engine running, which had started before the accident. Since the accident, I hadn’t achieved an orgasm or anything close.

I got dressed for bed and went downstairs to my office. I had another forty minutes before I had to get Jeff off the table. He had a habit of falling asleep, which made all the blood rush to his head. They said it could cause damage, but for Jeff, it gave him a migraine.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I said, shaking my head.

The forum post had gone to the extreme. Some of them wanted me to delete my last story. Others wanted me to continue the story with the male character and leave Betty out. Then I saw one post that made me fume with anger.

‘Betty better not do an interracial scene, or I will never read any more of these stories,’ it said.

Most of the forum posts were from members of the site.

“I better not?” I said as I re-read the post.