His tongue licked at her clit furiously. Her hips raised up with each stroke seeking the orgasm that would be the highlight of this whole fiasco. He slid two fingers deep in her pussy and stroked her g-spot. Her moans came to a peak as she shook violently with her orgasm. He continued to nip at her clit long after to draw out her pleasure. He knew he could satisfy her. He didn't know that this was the only way she found pleasure with him.
He slid up her body and angled his dick at her moist pussy. She closed her eyes as he slid in with one fluid stroke. She kept her eyes closed as he pumped furiously into her. She imagined all the things she could be doing besides laying in her bed having passionless sex with her fiancé. She felt guilty. She knew how much he loved sex with her. Hell, sex in general. But she couldn't find it in her to feel the same. The sex wasn't bad, but she didn't want to have it with him. She found herself dreaming about other men, other scenarios. But she loved him, wouldn't stray or tear apart the life for something as temporary as a sexual fantasy. Her friends told her to talk to him about her fantasies, that maybe he would be willing to help her fulfill a few. She knew otherwise. So she kept quiet.
He was begging for her to cum with him, thinking the moaning she was doing was real. That he had her close to a second orgasm. He was wrong but she wouldn't tell him that. She faked her way through an orgasm as his dick vibrated in her warm pussy, shooting off rope after rope of cum. He leaned down to cuddle and she quickly pushed him off her. His look of disappointment was obvious but she smiled and kissed him. "I have to tinkle, silly." He smiled back and shuffled off to clean himself up.
She quickly cleaned herself up in the bathroom and slipped into her robe. She grabbed a cigarette and walked outside. As she sat in her favorite chair smoking her cigarette, she thought of the years of happiness she was sacrificing. Love had to be enough. It had to be. Because she damn sure wasn't happy.