Curse of the gypsy woman – part two

Chapter two

“You seem to have outdone yourself with dinner today,” her husband complimented her as he put his fork through the salad and brought it to his mouth.

Melissa shuddered and felt a tingling between her legs as she watched parts of the cucumber disappear between his lips. If only he knew where that cucumber has been, she thought to herself and pictured how she only an hour ago had been sitting in front of the mirror in the hall, fucking herself with the vegetable until it was coated in her pussy juices and coming like an earthquake, before cutting it up and putting it in the salad unwashed.

She had been doing a lot of looking at herself in the mirror today, admiring her naked, sexy body, lifting her breasts and pushing them together like the women in the magazine was doing. It made them look attractive and she thought it made her look attractive too. Attractive to men. Horny men. Horny men that wanted to fuck her.

She had read several stories from the magazines she had confiscated, and the more she read, the more she thought she understood what men liked, what they wanted and craved from a sexually active woman. And the more she understood what they wanted, the more she wanted to give it to them. As she was sitting at the dinner table looking across at her husband, she wondered whether he ever had such thoughts, such fantasies. And she wanted more than anything else to fulfill those fantasies for him.

She could climb underneath the table right now, she thought. Unzip his pants and take his cock into her mouth and suck on it until it shot it’s load. Then she would taste it and swallow it.

The fork made an audible clang as she dropped onto her plate and woke her from her momentary trance.
“Everything all right?” her husband asked with a concerned look upon his face. Melissa could feel her face redden as she nodded and went back to her meal, trying not to think of his juicy cock stuffed into her mouth, face fucking her for all it was worth, his hands holding firmly on her head while she was rubbing her pussy to time her orgasm with his. The thought made her tremble.

“You are definitively not well,” he proclaimed and got up from his seat. “You need to lay down.”

She had to agree. What on earth was happening to her? Why did her mind always make those twists and turns, ending up in those humiliating, sex ridden scenes? Why did her pussy always feel like it was on fire? And why did she all of a sudden start thinking in such words? “Pussy”, “Cock”, “Fuck”. She needed to lay down and try to get control of her thoughts.

She had an agonizing hour on the sofa while her husband watched over her. Her mind kept on derailing her thoughts and she had to force them back on track. She also had to force her hands to keep still, resisting the urge to touch herself in front of her concerned husband. But after the first hour it seemed to become a lot easier, and she thought it was like being drunk.

The first time Melissa drank, she got very drunk. Her world had been spinning and, just like this evening, she had not been able to control her thoughts. She had not been able to control her body either, loosing balance all the time and not being able to get her hands underneath herself as she fell. This was just like that, and just as when she was drunk that one time, she discovered that if she lay perfectly still, trying hard to collect her thoughts, the drunken feeling would go away.

Maybe that was it? Maybe she just had too much sex today and it had made her drunk on sexual lust? She forced herself to sit up, her husband watching her with worried eyes. He returned the smile as she smiled at him and that seemed to reassure him somewhat, but he still kept watching over her to make sure she was all right. She liked that.

“I have to go away for a few days next week,” he suddenly said. Then he seemed to think about it for a while before saying. “But if you are unwell, I can try to figure out a way to stay at home.”

“No, please.