The Bonds of Trust

The Bonds of Trust

By russell-ville-man

Chapter 1.

“Deeper, Matty, much deeper. I can take more. It’s ok. You can do me deeper. Please, Matty, deeper.”

“Yes, baby, however you want it.” I held her hips firmly, and pounded her good & proper.

“Oh, my God. Yes, Matty, yes. Just like that. Please, please just don’t stop.” She laid her head on her pillow thus raising her bottom higher in the air. My goodness, she was lovely.

On the third evening of our honeymoon Kori had shyly requested I make love to her from behind as we readied for bed.

“You mean doggy style?” I’d queried in wonderment. I immediately apologized for my crudeness.

“Yes, Matty. I want to be a good wife & a good lover to you. You waited so patiently for me. But, I too also have waited, Matty. And now that we’re married I don’t want to miss a thing. I want to be everything for you. Your enjoyment will be my enjoyment and vice versa. That is an important part of what being married is to me, Matty. And I want our marriage to be that way for you as well.”

And as I worked inside of her velvet sheath she worked her bottom making it untenable for me to continue.

“Kori I’m going to come, darling.”

“Please, Matty, come deep, sweetheart. I’ll hold still so you can plant it inside me. Now, Matty, now. Give me your seed, darling, now.”

The orgasm hit me solid. I drove all the way in on the final stroke and held still. I released against her cervix. Kori squealed adorably as she felt me fill her. She was just a little sweetheart. My little sweetheart and I loved her so.

“That’s it, Matty. All of it. I need all of it inside me. Please, don’t move. Let me have it all.”

We’d booked a large suite at the Mandalay Bay Hotel in Las Vegas for 2 weeks. Swimming, sightseeing, gambling, eating, spa’ing, we were going to thoroughly enjoy ourselves & each other as we bonded husband & wife.

Kori had insisted that we refrain from sexual activity during our over one year courtship. And I solemnly respected her wishes in this matter. Her parents were a big influence upon her and even though I had no such strong parental guidance I wanted to do right by Kori. I abided her decree without carping, or, trying to change her mind. We would hold hands, kiss, some light petting, but, nothing beyond that. It was very difficult as one can imagine. Kori is a very attractive girl: early 20’s, 5’7″ tall, 135lbs, medium length dark brown hair and the prettiest hazel eyes I’d ever seen. Plain & simple, Kori is a knock-out.

I consider myself good looking as well. I’m rather a Marc Anthony knock-off. His physique & overall appearance are strikingly similar to my own as many people have made the comparison. Also in my early 20’s, I’m 5’9″, about 175lbs, with brown hair and hazel eyes as well. My name is Matthew. I answer to Matt.

We’d returned from dinner at Smith & Wollensky’s across The Strip from the hotel and had just finished making love that evening. We were in bed sharing talk when Kori suddenly became pensive. Truth be told, I could tell something had been bothering her all day. She seemed distant and preoccupied, but, I’d granted her space and time, figuring it was probably sensory overload after the wedding, the reception, the drive up from San Diego and the total increase in our physicality. I wasn’t even going to pursue her this evening, figuring to leave her be, but, she’d eagerly insisted. Then her request for the position with me behind her. I was thrilled as I basked in the afterglow of our best night of lovemaking yet. It seemed a very fun time for us both at first blush, but, now she’d fallen into morose silence on the other side of the bed.

“What’s wrong with my little girl?”

“Matt, I feel just awful.”

“Is it something you ate at Wollensky’s, perhaps Smith’s? I feel fine.” I said jokingly.

“I’m serious, Matthew. I have to tell you something.”

Her use of ‘Matthew was very disarming to me. She never used it unless things were of a serious nature.

“I did something terrible. Something terrible to you. I am so ashamed of myself, Matty. I didn’t trust you and now I’ve hurt you.”

“You’re scaring me, Kori. What is it?”

“I’ll tell you. I need to tell you. But, you have to promise to hear me out. To let me tell you in my own way, in my own words. And to let me finish before you decide what to do. Will you promise me that, Matt?”

My stomach lurched, but, I answered her in the affirmative.

“I saw you, Matty.”

“Saw me, what?”

“I saw you that day, at your apartment.”

“What day at my apartment?”

“When you thought I’d driven to Los Angeles to visit my mother a couple weeks before our wedding. I saw you.”

Oh, my God. In that instant I knew. I knew beyond all doubt what she’d seen, but, I couldn’t help myself. I brazened it out.

“I never cheated with Susan.” Susan is Kori’s supposed best friend. The girl had been after me ever since I’d met her. In fact, I’d met Kori through Susan. I’d never given in to temptation though. Not even close. I loved Kori and would never hurt her for all the rice in China. I so wished it was that, but, I knew better.

“It’s not that, sweetheart.” Kori had begun to softly cry.

I couldn’t sit in that bed any longer. I got up and hurriedly started throwing clothes on.

“Matty, please, it’s ok. What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“I can’t stay here. I have to leave. Don’t talk anymore, Kori.”

“Don’t go, Matty. Stay here with me. I love you. It will be ok, Matty. Trust me.”

“Trust you?” How can I trust you, Kori? I gave you my trust, and you threw it away.”

“I’m so sorry, Matty. Please forgive me. Please don’t go. Stay, please stay, Matty.”

I went out the door and was grateful for the wall it instantly erected between us. I took the elevator down to the casino. I ended up sitting at the end of the bar in the Red, White, and Blue Restaurant. Sitting there on the bar stool taking Black Velvet shots one after another I visualized what Kori had seen:

I’d figured it was my last chance before the wedding to exercise my private fantasies. She’d be out of town, no conflict in schedules, no accidental interruptions. No risks. I could take my time, bring out the entire spectrum in all it’s varied forms & facets. The videos, the outfits, the makeup, the creams & lotions, the toys. One final personal orgy before I’d have to go clandestine forever. And I didn’t mind submersing my dark fetish in the brilliant light of my marriage. It was an easily agreeable sacrifice on my part. One I made without an ounce of reservation. If in the future I found totally safe occasions, fine. If not, fine. I’d miss it, yes, but, my darling Kori was worth the sacrifice a thousand times over.

I cringed now sitting at that bar reliving all that I’d done that afternoon. How Kori had borne witness really didn’t matter. She had. The more I reflected on my actions and acts that afternoon the more hopeless my plight seemed. There was no way out.

“Sir, that’s your 5th shot. Are you a guest at the hotel?”

“Yes, if it’s any business of yours.”

“It’s just that I didn’t want you having to drive from the hotel, sir.” He then proceeded to pour the 6th shot. My apologies, sir, this one is on the house.”

“Just leave me be, daddy-O. I’m fine.”

“Yes, sir.”

A couple more and I wouldn’t be fine. I’d have be carried back to the room. I finished the drink, tipped the guy, and made it into the Sport’s Book, where I ordered a fresh drink from a non-descript cocktail waitress.

Once again I allowed my memory to focus on the afternoon in question:

Oh, my God, I’d completely made my myself up. I could see it now as if I was the one watching that afternoon. The white silk g-string, super sheer full length white gown, the 6 inch heels. The video I’d put together myself so I wouldn’t have to change tapes in the middle of a session. Of girls using strap-ons & paddles on men. Of men using their cocks on cross dressers. I’d taken out & set up all my mirrors so I could see myself and the television screen from different angles while laying on my bed.

The session had went on for several hours, all afternoon. I’d even napped, woke up and started everything anew. Why not, the only other key to the apartment was in Los Angeles. I could afford to be reckless, or, so I thought.

I was just starting to recall what I’d said aloud as I was self pleasuring that afternoon when Kori walked into the Sports Book.

“Darling, I was so worried about you.”

“I’m drunk enough to talk now, Kori.”

“Matty, let’s go back to our room. We can talk there.”

“No. I can’t go back there. Not now. This is fine right here” The Sports Book was all but deserted at this hour. “You saw me, didn’t you, Kori?”

“Yes, I saw you, Matty. I’m so sorry. I’m so ashamed of myself for not trusting you and for not respecting your privacy. I failed you, Matty. I hope some day you can forgive me.”

“What in God’s name were you doing there, Kori?”

It turns out she’d suspected Susan and had stayed back to confront what she was positive was Susan & I having an affair. We’d been out the night before with Susan and her date, Michael. Susan had gotten quite loaded and had been flirting with me as a result. Michael didn’t seem to mind, but, Kori was incensed with her. Then the next morning when Susan suddenly canceled out on driving up to Los Angeles with her, Kori figured the worse. She came over, let herself in with her key, thinking she’d find us in bed together. What she found instead was me, in full regalia. She saw me watching videos of women spanking & screwing men & men screwing cross dressers.

“Please tell me you didn’t hear me.” I am very vocal during these scenarios. It’s a strong turn on for me. Nothing is sacred, all manner of epitaphs & fantastical pledges are spoken passionately aloud.

“I heard you, Matty. I am so sorry. I should have trusted you. You’ve never given me one moment to doubt you, but, yet I did. I’m so ashamed, Matty. Can you ever forgive me?”

I could forgive Kori anything.

“You have every right to hate me forever. I deserve nothing less.”

“Kori, I could never hate you. I love you. But, how can you ever forgive me for what I’ve done to you? How I deceived you.”

“You did nothing wrong, Matty. Nothing. There was no deception. You were just being you. I love you, Matty. I’ll always love you. You’re my husband. Nothing will ever change that. I’m so sorry, darling.” She broke down once again. She sat there, crying uncontrollably.

I took her hands and held them tightly. “I love you. And I forgive you, Kori. Let’s go back to the room and get some sleep. We’re both exhausted.”

We slowly walked thru the casino hand-in-hand, and took the elevator up. Once back in the room I couldn’t help myself and started a crying jag of my own. Both of us were incapable of stopping. Kori on her side of the bed. Me on mine. Both of us racked by continuous sobs. Sometime thereafter sleep came for me. Mercifully.

—to be continued—

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