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The Storm on 26-01-2020 10:05:08

“Put on a condom then…”

Alison could not believe the words leaving her mouth. She had to say something, but did she actually just ask him to wear a condom for her? How little that would do to make this better and how ridiculous it sounded. She had just consented to have sex with him again if only he wore a condom. How easily she broke her marital vows, she thought.

She was a married Christian woman and sex with anyone besides her husband was adultery. She would never consent to having intercourse with him, but had she already done so and just did again.

“I don’t have any; never use them. It’s not as intimate wearing them. Besides, don’t you remember telling me last night how good my cock felt in your pussy without a rubber? You said you didn’t care that I wasn’t wearing one — that it felt better that way. I want us to feel the intimacy of each other again.”

Even the straws Alison tried grasping remained out of her reach. George’s words sunk into her brain, for a second sounding vaguely familiar. Did she really say all those things to him last night?

Her eyes opened widely staring fearfully into his; her mouth gaped in disbelief and her hands tightly gripped his broad shoulders as if bracing for a horrific auto accident. He was pushing into her and all Alison could think about was if by some remote chance were condoms somewhere in the house for this black Muslim to use with her.

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