Superiority

From the next day and for a couple of weeks, Rarity sincerely tried to make sex work with Spike. Rarity had thought that having been shown what an orgasm was by King Sombra, she could now try to recreate that feeling with Spike. She tried to guide him to move like Sombra did and fuck her like she was fucked by the King. However, Spike’s wasn’t as big, or as hard, and somehow he just wasn’t as strong and aggressive. There was also the undefinable aura of control and power that Sombra had but Spike lacked. Not only was Rarity unable to recreate the feeling, the more Spike failed at it, the more she became aware of the difference between being fucked by Spike and fucked by Sombra. It became a vicious cycle where disappointment highlighted the difference and made the next time even more difficult.

Their initial enthusiasm after that night Rarity was fucked by Sombra faded, and overall there was a tension between them that hadn’t existed before. She couldn’t admit why she knew she could orgasm, and Spike couldn’t ask without sounding like he was accusing. They stopped trying, and they were both suffering uncomfortable in moments when they were intimate and were close to attempting sex.

A couple of weeks later, as much as Rarity felt guilty for even considering it, she knew she had to see Sombra again. Her body, having now experienced the pleasure of a truly satisfying orgasm, yearned for the feeling again. It would not be denied. Spike’s failure to provide it made her realize that what the King provided could only came from him.

She hadn’t thrown out the number the chauffeur had given her. She actually thought that some day she might be able to talk about it with someone, and she wanted to be able to show the paper, as it was the only evidence she had of anything that happened that night. Now, when she pulled the little paper out from the back of her panties drawer where she hid it, she wondered if maybe she was lying to herself and she had kept it because she suspected she might need it.

Spike was away at work, and would be for many hours, so she felt the safety of distance in terms of time. She called the number, and was surprised when the King answered himself.

“I’m glad you finally called,” Sombra said straight away. “Come meet me this Friday night.”

“I can’t just get away,” Rarity said, but the King interrupted her.

“You will come,” He said without the slightest indication that her objection had any impact. “You will tell your husband whatever he needs to hear. My driver will pick you up where he first met you at eight. Do not be late.” Then the phone went dead.

Rarity was frustrated with him for just making up a time for them to see each other, and she called right back to talk about meeting sometime else. However, he did not answer again. While part of her considered simply not going, she found herself spending the afternoon continually considering different lies to tell Spike so that she could get away. Eventually she settled on saying she would go out with her girl friends, girls he didn’t know. She often met people at her modeling jobs that Spike had not met, so it was believable she might know some people he wouldn’t know of.

When Spike got home from work, she told him just that, and he accepted it. The last time she lied to him about Sombra, she didn’t really make up any stories, she just didn’t mention the truth. This time, she deliberately made up a lie and told it straight to his face. She was amazed when she looked at him and realized he believed her completely without any hint of doubt. Strangely, she understood how this was a sign of how much he loved her. He trusted her so completely that she could lie right to his face and she would get away with it because he would believe anything she said. It was a strange sense of power. If she so wished (not that she did or ever would) she could almost control him, do anything she wanted, and he would trust her, no matter how much she betrayed that trust.

Friday night came, and Rarity dressed up for Sombra , but she managed to get her grey overcoat on before Spike could see what she was wearing. She slipped out and met the chauffeur at the appointed time. He was completely wordless as he held the door open for her, though he had a bit of a smile, as if he knew what was happening, maybe more than she did.

She arrived at the palatial penthouse, and this time it was just the King. He was dressed in casual attire, though Rarity knew enough about fashion to recognize the brand names and know that what he was wearing cost more than both her and Spike’s monthly income combined. She was nervous, a little hesitant. She wondered if they were going to just jump into sex similar to how they did the first night. However, Sombra was smooth and invited her to come out to the balcony to enjoy the stunning view, and have a little wine. They chatted very lightly about nothing in particular. The King was, however, completely not hesitant to touch her body as he saw fit. He put his arms around her, or ran his hands down around her perfectly firm ass, or he would caress her breasts. Whatever he felt like doing, he did, and Rarity let him, feeling both slightly violated because he assumed so much familiarity so soon, but also electrified at his touch.

They kissed, and immediately she began stroking his cock under his pants. Soon, she was on her knees, on the balcony, her head bobbing up and down on his massive cock. Clothes came off, they went inside back to the couch, and soon their fucking reached an intensity that had Rarity screaming wildly. King Sombra fucked her from behind, and when he came, she could feel it splattering all over her back.

Rarity thought that would be the end of it, but to her surprise, the King stayed hard, and after a little foreplay, they were soon fucking again. She sat on his lap, bouncing her ass up and down and rubbing her tits all over his head. They were so big that he could practically get his whole head in between them.

They fucked and not only did Rarity climax over and over, riding ever higher waves of intensity, Sombra came multiple times, and each time unloaded a garden hose spray of cum. Rarity was practically covered and the couch was a mess. Rarity got lost in time, and when she came out of the haze of constant ecstasy, she was amazed that they had been fucking for hours. She had never experienced anything even remotely similar with Spike. She didn’t even thought that kind of sex was possible.

They lay on the large spacious couch for a while, caressing each other softly.

“Can you promise me something?” Rarity asked. “I can accept now that only you can fuck me the way I need. But I still love my husband. I don’t want to end it with him just for a sexual adventure. Can you promise me that if I keep seeing you that you won’t do anything to let him know?” The King laughed a little.

“If that’s what you want,” Sombra said, “then I will let you continue to see your husband.” Rarity was about to argue with him over phrasing it like that. How dare he say “let”, as if it were all his choice. He was so arrogant it was frustrating. However, at this point, she didn’t want to argue because potentially he could expose their affair to Spike, and she didn’t want that. “You’re going to come to me so that I can show you real sexual power and pleasure.” Rarity smiled and snuggled a little closer to the King . She knew that unlike her and Spike’s attempts to find more sexual adventure, the King could really deliver. However, she was also a little concerned.

“I can’t just get away any time, though,” Rarity said.

“You will come when I want you,” Sombra said confidently, “because you know what it is you will feel. You will just have to figure out for yourself how to conceal it from your husband.” Rarity hated the way he spoke as if he were the king of everything. Yet she knew he was right. Now that she had accepted that she was going to have this affair, she figured the only thing to do was experience it fully. If she was going to risk her marriage, then what would be the point of risking it for only a part of the possible experience?

Rarity smiled. She felt that she might be able to arrange something truly perfect. If she could have King Sombra satisfying her sexually, and Spike being the perfect husband, then she would have it all. She would have the sex life that she believed she deserved for her self. It was unfair to Spike, but she thought that the affair with the King was most likely going to be temporary. After all, it was just sex and she loved Spike. In time, hopefully she could figure out how to take what worked with Sombra and make that a part of her life with Spike. In the long run, it would be better for her marriage.

All it took was convincing Spike to go along with the lie. She knew she could add more fake shifts at work, modelling gigs, and more “girl’s nights out” in order to explain her time away from Spike. The trickier part was that she just couldn’t seriously consider having sex with Spike now that she had her King to satisfy her so completely. Sex with Spike would be undeniably pathetic in comparison, and it would be best to avoid that comparison. To have sex with Spike would cause resentment between the two and right now Rarity wanted to concentrate on all the wonderful things that worked with her husband. Convincing Spike to take a break from sex would be a true test of his devotion to her.

Rarity came home with her legs feeling weak from the waves of intense orgasm she had endured. It was almost painful letting out so many intense climaxes. It was as if her body had stored up years of sexual tension that was being released by the King’s cock. There was an echo of the sold-as-steel rod inside her, and of course the taste of his cum in her mouth. She held onto it, the way one savors the taste of dessert, as she came home.

As if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders, she came home bright and cheery, and Spike could tell immediately that her mood was very different from the last few weeks. She even looked more attractive, with her glowing smile, and her manner, which Spike couldn’t have known was the afterglow of having been fucked by another man. He pressed up against her, and they kissed, but they both felt that awkwardness of knowing that if they kept going, the sex would probably be unsatisfying and frustrating. This time, though, there was a difference. Rarity wasn’t bothered, and she was so at ease with just not expecting or forcing any sex that Spike was also put at ease.

He wanted to talk about it, but she was so exhausted from having been fucking for hours that she collapsed into bed immediately.

“So what changed?” Spike asked over breakfast the next morning,

“I talked some things over with my friends yesterday,” Rarity said, continuing a lie that she had thought out in advance, “And they helped me see things in a new light. You know I’m so grateful for how well we communicate, but I think it really helped to get some outside input.” She had to hold back from giggling at the unintended pun of “input”. The word reminded her of Sombra ’s cock thrusting in and out of her like a piston. She shifted her legs as the memory gave her a twinge of excitement.

“What did you decide?” Spike asked. Rarity was concerned how to react, as she knew this was a deciding moment. She had made up her mind last night that the perfect plan was that she would have her sexual needs met by the King, and continue her perfect marriage in every other way with Spike. It was an egoistic use of both men, and was particularly unfair for Spike not only because she would be lying to him and betraying him constantly, but also that he would not be having any sex.

Her perfect life would only work though, if Spike agreed to what she was about to suggest.

“Remember we talked about taking a break? A break from sex?” Rarity asked. She continued, “Well, I think that’s a good idea now. I want to just focus on all the parts of the marriage that work, and take the pressure off the bedroom for now.”

“Okay, fine,” Spike said, though Rarity could tell that he was bothered. She looked into his eyes and could see them looking down at her tits. She knew how she turned him on, and she knew it would be hard on him to look at her but not touch her. It was so unfair, but since there was no way she could admit to how she was betraying him, it was the only way. “Why do you now think that’s a good idea?” Spike said.

“Girls talk about things,” Rarity said with a giggle. She knew that good lies don’t get too detailed. “I can’t let you in on all our secrets. Are you really willing to go along with it, though?”

Spike looked obviously concerned, but he nodded. “You know I’ll do anything for you. Take as long as you want. We’ll get back to it when the time is right,” Spike said. Rarity was thrilled and she jumped up so that she could bend over to kiss Spike on the forehead. As she did so, she saw how Spike stared at her tits while they jiggled and wobbled with her every movement. At that moment she realized that it wasn’t going to just be difficult for Spike to abstain from sex for her, but that it would be torture. A constant tease. She felt guilty about that, though at the same time, much like she realized that his absolute trust in her gave her power, so did this. And she liked the feeling of superiority.

As they snuggled in bed that night, Rarity felt that she had found the perfect balance. She had a loving husband who adored her and could fulfill that part of her that wanted loving companionship. It was a textbook perfect marriage, in terms of how they got along. At the same time, she could be fully sexually satisfied by King Sombra. She could leave the domestic world of her husband and escape to a rich and fulfilling fantasy life that her husband couldn’t provide. She would be fucked regularly. Rarity recognized that was so totally unfair to Spike that he got no sex while she would be having regular and incredible sex, but Rarity vowed that later she would figure out how to solve that problem. After all, Spike wasn’t going to be satisfied in a marriage without sex forever. For the time being, though, Rarity figured she would enjoy her perfect situation, and hope that some kind of alternative would occur to her before Spike became too frustrated.