Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 13:28:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr Mike <kingotbass@yahoo.com>
Subject: We All Make Mistakes Part 2 (TG)

This is a true story. Names have been changed or omitted for privacy
reasons.  As always, if you're underage or for any reason, not legally
permitted to read such material, please do not continue.

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  Copyright MCM 2008 All Rights Reserved

      The kiss Monica gave me before she got out of the car was like
nothing I'd ever experienced.  I was still hard and if it was possible, I
got harder. I had to think of a way out of this mess but part of me was so
turned on that all I could do was let Monica have me. I needed some time to
think.

    At work that day, I was useless. All I could think of was Monica...that
kiss, her saying that I belong to her now, the party...I could feel my
desire growing for her at an alarming rate. I had a gig that night and of
course, who showed up but Monica & her husband. He didn't seem to have a
clue that something was building between his hot "tranny" wife & me. And
how was it that they were married? Things were really getting confusing. I
had to get out of this before it really fucked my head up. Whenever the
band was on break though, she was on me. I tried to tell her that for
obvious reasons, we couldn't do anything, although I really wanted to. She
just laughed and reminded me "you're mine". All night long she was just
staring at me, smiling that sly, knowing smile of hers. Whenever I was off
stage, she was coming after me...grabbing my ass or my crotch. She did this
in front of her husband even! As they were leaving, Monica's husband
apologized to me for her behavior. "You've seen how she is when she
parties, man. So sorry about this. I'm just gonna get her on home", he
said. The feelings inside of me were all mixed up. I really wanted Monica
but she was married...if not legally, at least in principal! Her husband
was my friend and I especially couldn't do that to him. That night, I made
up my mind. I had to stop hanging out with Monica & her husband.

    A few nights later, Monica called. She said that she was out having
drinks with friends and could I meet her. I figured this would be my chance
to end the mess that was brewing between us. It was now or never.

    I met Monica at a bar. Her friends had already gone. I ordered a drink
and we grabbed a booth. She immediately tried to kiss me but I backed
away. "Look Monica, we just can't. It's just not right. You're my friend's
wife!", I told her.  She went on to explain that she didn't love him,
thought he was an ass, he was mean to her, etc. I tried to let it go in one
ear & out the other. I knew that if I didn't get away from her, we would
end up sleeping together and that guilt was more than I cared to live with.
I held firm. I finished my drink, told her that I could give her a lift
home...but that was it.  I also told her that I'd rather she didn't call.
If I was expecting her to look sad & dejected, I was wrong. She just smiled
that sly, knowing smile of hers and said, "OK honey, if that's how it has
to be. I never guessed you for a Moral Majority type". She laughed. Damn
she was good. She was trying to corner me verbally. She knew I couldn't
stand those right wing, ultra-conservative, Moral Majority types! But I
wasn't going to play her game. She agreed to the ride home and as she got
out of the car, I figured it would be the last time I saw her...at least
for a while. She really looked beautiful that night: her long blonde hair,
her blue eyes, her make up perfect. I remember she was wearing a loose
white top that really showed off her breasts and a short tight skirt. That
was how I wanted to remember her.

     After dropping Monica off and hopefully closing the door on that mess,
I stopped at another bar on my way home. I ran into some friends & one
drink led to another and another. By the time I got home, I was legless!
All I wanted to do was fall into my bed and sleep...which is exactly what I
did.

    I was awakened about an hour later by the phone ringing and ringing. I
looked at the clock and it was almost 4:00am. God, I was still drunk! The
damned phone just kept ringing. A phone call at that time of night is never
good news, but I answered it anyway. It was Monica. She was at the
emergency room of the hospital. She said there had been trouble and could I
please come get her. I asked where her husband was and why couldn't she ask
him. Monica then told me that she'd had him arrested for beating her up.

    Feeling somehow responsible, I got dressed and drove to the hospital to
get Monica. I was exhausted, still drunk and just felt like shit. My eyes
burned from lack of rest. My head was starting to ache. All I could think
of was Monica's husband, much larger than her, smacking her around because
of her damned obsession with me. I was furious with him and felt sorry for
her. Hell, in retrospect, I don't know what I was thinking. I was pretty
much on auto-pilot, so I doubt thinking was something I was capable of at
the time.  When I got to the hospital, there was Monica, waiting outside,
still wearing the white top and short, tight black skirt she had on
earlier. Part of me just wanted to hold her and tell her everything would
be ok.

    I let Monica into the car and started driving. I asked if she wanted to
go to her house or somewhere else. "Oh baby, he just started beating me as
soon as I walked in the door!", Monica said as she threw herself at me,
clinging to me like s frightened child. Mind you, I was trying to drive!
I'm surprised we didn't wreck.  "You're such a good, good man", she told
me. I put my arm around to comfort her. I thought she was going to cry as
she curled up against me. I was wrong. Instead, she started to rub my chest
with her hand and started kissing my neck. To this day I don't know why I
didn't stop her. All I know is, from that moment, she had me. She kept
kissing my neck and biting me, working her tongue up to my ear, slowly
kissing and licking. Her hand that was rubbing my chest started working its
way down to my crotch. I was hard, hot & throbbing. She rubbed my raging
hard on through my jeans and whispered, "you're such a good man" and "I
want to make you feel good".

    I drove straight to her house. I had once ounce of my morality left and
was going to try. We went inside and once there she was all over me,
kissing me, licking me, holding me, fondling me. I was so turned on!
"Monica, please! We shouldn't be...", was all I got out as she slowly
worked her way down my body.  She was on her knees, kissing my engorged
cock through my jeans. She looked up at me with the sweetest look and said,
"I want you".

    "Monica, I just can't", I blurted with my last gasp of morality. I
started to walk away, slowed a bit by my fully erect penis, rubbing inside
my tight jeans. "Baby, turn around", I heard her say. I shouldn't have
turned but couldn't resist the temptation. I turned to see Monica topless
and showing off the 2 most perfect breasts I had ever seen. Full and round
with totally erect pink nipples. Her skin was creamy white. She just looked
at me with that sly smile of hers and walked over to me. My hands reached
out and found nothing but tit. I was done for. I was now, finally,
completely hers. I took her & kissed her passionately and each kiss was
returned. We were all over each other. She took me by the hand and led me
to the bedroom where she just pushed me onto the bed. I could see by a
quick glance in the mirror that she'd left sucker bites all over my neck. I
didn't care anymore. She reached again for my crotch and started rubbing my
already fully erect penis through my jeans. "Nice!" she told me as she
unzipped my pants and slowly slid them off. I thought back to how she'd
once told me that my jeans would look better on her bedroom floor. She was
kissing and licking my cock and balls and massaging them with both
hands. She took the head of my thick cock in her mouth and started sucking,
slowly working her way down.  She then spit a large glob of saliva into her
hand and started to jack me off as she sucked. It was the most intense
feeling I'd ever had! "Don't cum until I tell you too", she cooed. At this
point, I was hers to command. She stopped briefly to stick her middle
finger in her mouth, getting it wet with saliva. She went back to sucking
me as she inserted her wet, saliva-covered finger into my tight ass. I
thought I was going to explode. "Not yet baby", she cooed, sensing my
imminent eruption. She continued sucking me, jacking me off with one hand
and finger-fucking my ass with the other. I was feeling things I'd never
felt before!  "Cum for me baby, cum for me NOW! I want it!", she yelled at
me as she furious jerked my cock and fingered my ass. Almost on command, I
started spurting glob after glob of cum up into the air, landing in puddles
on me, her, the bed...seemingly everywhere. This was possibly the greatest
orgasm I had ever had.

    I lay there, catching my breath and Monica curled up on top of me.
"Don't think you're done yet lover...I want you inside of me!" With that,
she started kissing me and fondling my balls and stroking my already
hardening shaft. She reached for a jar of Vaseline and coated my dick and
her pink hole. This was also the 1st time I noticed her cock; smaller than
mine but perfect in shape. It was completely erect. I reached down to touch
it and she just smiled. I got on top of her and kissed her deeply. I kissed
my way down her neck and to her tits. I was squeezing them & licking them &
nibbling on her nipples. I kissed my way down further, licking her belly.
Soon, I was taking her pretty little cock in my mouth...just giving it a
tease. I planned to do more of this later! I had a task to perform. Monica
wanted me in her & in her I would be! She rolled over on her stomach and
wiggled her cute, smooth, creamy white ass at me. "Do you like my ass,
baby? Do you want to fuck my ass, baby? I want you to fuck my ass...fuck it
good!" she teased. Monica lifted her ass and spread her legs a bit. I took
my already lubed cock and rubbed it up and down along the crack of her ass,
stopping at her pucker to tease a bit. She moaned the whole time. When I
started pushing the head of my cock at her asshole, I could hear her
starting to pant and take deep breaths. "Slow baby, go slow" she begged.
Slowly I popped the head inside of her and slowly started working my cock
into her waiting, tight anus. "Oh God yes! Fuck me baby!  FUCK ME!"  she
cried. I took that as my cue to really start working her. I took long
strokes, short strokes...going deeper with each one. I reached around to
squeeze her pretty little cock while I fucked her and she was dripping
pre-cum like mad. Quickly, I pulled out and flipped her over and reinserted
myself. I wanted to look in her eyes while I fucked her. She alternated
between moans & gasps while I continued to fuck her. We'd been fucking for
a good 20-25 minutes and I was ready to cum again. Her stomach and mine
were covered in her pre-cum. Finally, with out warning I gave one seriously
deep thrust, pushing myself as far into her as I could and I emptied my
balls into her. Shot after shot of my cum filled her. I could feel it
leaking out. I pulled back just a bit, staying inside of her. I bent
forward and kissed her deeply and passionately. I then pulled back to just
stare into her eyes. My cock was slowly losing its erection and was
starting to slide out of her. "Again?" she asked with that sly, knowing
smile of hers. That was all it took and I was rock hard again and already
inside her.

    This was the start of two years of on/off sex, drugs & debauchery. I
could fill volumes with our sexual exploits alone. I could fill more with
the tales of our drug use. Monica, it seems, was quite a pill head. I
became one. We loved each other, used each other, abused each, hated each
other and needed each other. I finally got away from her. I confessed
everything to her husband. He already knew. It seems I wasn't the 1st guy
like me in their married life. He forgave me instantly and said, "You do
realize, you never stood a chance. Once she saw you & decided she wanted
you, that was it." He was right. He and I are still friends. He's remarried
to a great gal. It took me years to finally get clean & drug-free but I did
it! Monica chased me around the world. I finally got away from her. Every
now and then I'll get a card or an email from her. The years haven't been
kind to her. She's looking rough from too many years of drug abuse.

    Like I said in the beginning, we all make mistakes. Its never good to
cheat on your lover. Luckily in this case, it worked out ok in the long run
for everyone. But there were some rough patches. Maybe I'll tell you about
them sometime...


  The End