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Church lady

gokothegiant on Cheating Stories

   Sally and I had been involved in the church youth group for more than a year .She was the youth director and I was an assistant , helping out with weekend activities and generally being an adult face for the kids to see. after nearly 15 years of marriage there wasn't much left to explore with my wife and Jaime was fresh and exciting. Only 26 years old, she was a former swimming coach with well toned muscles and a perfectly flat tummy. Her tits , while small were perfection , round and topped with nipples that could poke your eye out. She always wore tight tops that showed off those nipples to the congregation and tight pants that promised heaven to all who worshipped there.Short blond hair and perfect full lips finished off the picture.I had long looked at those delights, th

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inmkng how I'd love to suck on those nipples and feel the heat of her perfect little snatch.Her ass drove me to distraction.

   After watching her on Sunday's and seeing her after church with the youth groups we were often alone, cleaning up after one thing or another, a dance, a barbecue, or a tv party, sometimes completely alone at the church My wife suspected nothing, or so I let myself believe.Occasionally we would get a quick bite to eat between services and Sunday evening meetings.

   Easter weekend came, with egg hunts, and candyfests and the accompanying mess in the kitchen afterwards. My wife had decided to go away for the weekend and Sally and I went our separate ways after some chitchat while cleaning up. imagine my surprise and delight when she walked into the restaurant I had gone to for dinner . Coming over to my table she asked if I was interested in some company since her kids were at their father's for the weekend.She had changed clothes since church and was now wearing a very revealing halter top in stead of the demure dress she had been wearing for the egg hunt.Her slacks were skin tight, stretching across her ass like a second skin.

   "Sure, I was just having a sandwich and a glass of wine. Would you care to join me?"She sat and we picked up our conversation of earlier, enjoying each others company I had a second glass of wine while Sally had her first, but shortly she was catching up. then we had a third....

   " I was thinking of taking in a movie. Want to go?" She readily accepted, saying she was interested in some chick-flick that was making the rounds at the time. We entered the movie theatre a short while later, having taken my car. She had settled in very naturally, her hip rubbing against me on the drive. We went into the theater, choosing seats near the center.The lights went down, the opening credits rolled, the previews played across the screen and the sound sweeled. We became aware of the fact we were totally alone in the theater and she snuggled up against me, raising the armrest between us.

   "I'm cold" she said so I puit my arm around her. It was like we were 16 on our first date. Mere moments into the movie she asked me if I wanted to kiss her.

   "Fuck, yes."

   "Well........?"

   Her lips parted, I and I tasted her tongue on mine, felt the warmth of her breath, tasted the wine we had both been drinking. Her hand went to my cock as if reading my mind. I raised my hands to her tits. Moments later she was rubbing my cock through my jeansHer nipples were hard, her breath came in ragged gasps as I massaged her tits, letting one hand trail down the front of her halter to her stomach. She stopped rubbing my cock and firmly placed my hand on her pussy. Her pants were wet and hot. She leaned over, breaking our passionate kiss, unzipped my jeans and with on deft stroke, had my cock in her hand , then in her mouth. Her sucking and licking the head of my dick were the only things in my mind as the now meaningless images danced on the screen.

    "Let's go to my apartment........."The words had barely left her lips than we were leaving the movie to retire for the most serious evening of fucking I had had in nearly 15 years.As we entered the front door our clothes came off in a regular trail to the couch where the first fuck session ensued, my cock now nearly 8" long and hard as steel plowed into her.Her cunt was tight, hot , wet......everything I had dreamed of, everything anybody who wasn't blind or dead had seen and thought about in that church.I came in rush of cum, spurting nearly 10 times then collapsing as her cunt milked me dry.

   "Surely you don't think you're done yet, do you?" Frankly I hadn't gotten around to thinking much of anything, being so totally amazed that I had been kissing her, then feeling her up, then getting a blowjob( in the movies!!! Something my wife had never done)then actually fucking her.

   "Sally , I don't ever want to stop fucking you. I want to bury my cock in your cunt as often as you'll have me"Her ahnd went to my now flaccid dick, gently squeezing and working it back into action.

   "Now?" she asked, with a wink then a deep kiss. we moved from the couch to her bedroom where she set the light low, I lay there, thinking how incredible dinner had turned out to be. All the while she kept working at my cock, sucking me deep into her mouth, tehn positioned her pussy over my mouth. I tasted my cum and her delicate juices. As hard as a rock once again I began to position myself to enter her pussyfrom behind. Thinking I was going for her ass(not a bad idea, but one that hadn't occured to me.....yet) she squirmed her ass up higher.

    "Oh god, yes......I love it in the ass" she gasped, "fuck me in the ass......."Who was I to deny the poor girl her desires? Tight! Oh MY GOD!!!!I thought as I pumped into her hole she was going to wring my cock off as she sueezed down on it. The feelings were unbelievable.Several thrusts later she was cumming as my dick exploded in gushes of hot cum.

   We continued in that same manner for 2 days while her kids were out and my wife was out of town.

   "How was your weekend, honey?" my wife asked when she got home on Wednesday.

   "Oh, you know......nothing out of the ordinary..."

    Church has taken on a new meaning and interst for me now.

Big tipper

donutthrower on Cheating Stories

   it isnt easy livin life after midnight when your wakeup call is at 2:00 a.m. Everybodys happy hour is well after i fall asleep, and seeing people at last call isnt normally isnt a turn on.  needless to say, i dont meet very many women.

   i work at a donut shop / diner through breakfast.  the first hours of the day are spent in complete solitude, while the next few are spent over a grill.  in those hours of the day most of the freaky chics are not out in force.  i meet busness owners, tourists , and people on their way to court.

   one friday not too long ago, as i passed a order through the dining room window, i noticed a short athletic woman sitting at a booth alone.  she was a very attractive, wearing a blue summer dress and

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dainty sandles.  she appeared to be in her 40's  about 5'2" 120 lbs with dark blond hair and a very nice tan.  i cooked like mad to get to that little window as often as possible, sneaking every glimpse i could.  after a few mor glimpses, i noticed her c cup breasts (with her headlights on bright) with a tatoo barely peeking out on one of her breasts.  as she was walking to the register i could see her outline through the dress as she passed in front of the windows.  she had a big heart shaped ass that melted down to a pair of healthy muscular leggs.

  after her depature (few seconds) i filled my last order, so with spare time on my hands i took out the trash.  on my way accross the back parking lot i noticed her getting in her car, a nice very expensive bmw.  after emptying the can, i stopped for a cigarette outside the back door.  she got out and started walking towards me.  she said "are you the cook here".

"yes ma'am" i replied

"were you running the kitchen by yourself?" she asked with curiosity

again i said "yes ma'am

she looked at me with suprise as she responded with "i see the waitresses stuffing lots of tips in there pockets, but not you. how about this."

she took me by the arm and led me toward her car while still talking.  "that was the best meal i have had in a long time, and you look like you work too hard"  she opened her purse, "here she said" 

"no ma'am, i couldnt possibly" i replied thinking she was going for money

"dont refuse till you see it" she spoke with a flirty voice

  she handed me a key on a nice keychain. the keychain had a gold tag about the size of a credit card.  ingraved on one side it said "tenth floor"  on the other side "28 C".

"what's this for" i asked acting a little dumbstruck

"this is a key to my houseboat, and i am offering it to you for the night. the engine isnt running but a night there is very relaxing. when you leave leave the key" 

  i pondered for a sec, im 25 single with nothing to do on a friday night.  "okay. why not" as i took the key she said  "enjoy the tip, you'll have a blast there"

   after work i made record time home for a change of cloathes and my sack of weed, and to the marina.  its about a hour ride on my bike, out in the sticks.  i arrived at almost 2:00, and started down to the dock. i had a hard time with the slip number, and after getting lost a couple of times arrives at my final destination for the evening

  it was five times bigger than my appartment, 2 stories, patio on the roof, plus its own waterslide.  i used the key, and slid the door open. it was like the hilton. i walked through a living area and kitchen on my way to the bar wich was fully stocked.  i poured a drink and went to the recliner drink and bottle in my hands.

after half a bottle of hennessee i was out cold, thinking of the absent lucious host.

  i woke as the sun was rising the mext morning, starving.  i walked to the porch for some air.  when i stepped out i was shocked.  where is the other boats?  where is the dock? where the fuck am i?  i said to my self  "how did i get lost on the lake when i didn't go anywhere."

  "I thought one nights rest was'nt enough, so how about two."

wasting no time i replied "cool, i was thinking about calling in today anyways."

   she was wearing a thin tan robe over her baithing suit that all i could see was a neckstrap that almost perfectly mached her tan.  she took me around the lake untill almost dark, when we were several miles away from anywhere, and far enough from shore we couldnt hardly see it. when asked about the engine, she smiled and changed the storyto herself and the boat.  she told about her workaholic husband who is cheating on her. how he owns a office building that has nine floors, so he does other meetings on the tenth floor (the boat).

just after dark she made a really nice dinner.  a large steak, with baked tater, and a cold beer in a large frosty mug.  she was spoiling the shit out of me. as i feasted on rare meat and beer, she went upstairs for a moment and returned soon there after. she promtly asked  "do you want desert?"  i replied "i dont think i have room" eating the last bites from the plate.

  "i think you can handle it"  as i turnet to see she was gone, her robe laying on the floor slightly drug towards the stairs.  i finished my bite wipeing my face as i started up the spiral staircase.   when i arrived on the second floor the back door was slid open a little. i stepped out to the dimly lit patio.  no one there, but hanging on the ladder to the sundeck was her baithing suit, so up i went.  finally, with no higher to go, here she is wearing only a smile.  she was layng on her belly. with a popsicle that she was teasing with her full wet lips.  my cock stood up so fast it almost knocked me over, taking the leg of my swim trunks with it.  the last 5 or 6 inches was sticking out going higher than my waste band to my navel.  she smiled when she seen it then licking her lips when she noticed i was'nt trying to cover it up.

  "arent you a little hot in those shorts, loose them and feel the night air."  wasting no time, and almost ready to spew a load i tore my way out of them as i got tangled in the net lining.  she giggled and purred like a cat.  her eyes got wide as she saw me in the full moonlight.  all 10 inches standing for inspection for her pleasure. she sighed in a sultry tone and said "this nice young man has sneaken a monster on board.  i have only seen cocks like that on black men on tv."  

   she stood and took my hand leading me to a large footon on the front side of the deck.  she sat me down gently pushing me on my back.  her hands were rubbing slowly and lightly across my chest as her tight breasts occasionaly grazing my cock.  when she worked her way down, keeping eye contact, she whispered "it has been over a year since my husband has touched me, and i cant remember the last time i let him go without a condom. he does them sluts without protection.  i want it like that but not from him"   just then she embraaced the head of my cock and started stroking softly.  i couldnt hold back. berore warning i squirted a huge shot that splattered between her silky tits and splattering on her jaw. she pointed my cock at her chest straddling one of my legs. on the third shot, she moaned loud as i felt her pussy squirt on my legg like she just pissed on me.  

    she rubbed my jizz over her titsas she strolled over to the edge.  "cum this way" as she dove in the water, with me close behind.  she swam to the ladder climbed up, and said (i'll meet you in the master bedroom, then ran inside.

   as i went through i grabbed two large brandi nightcaps.  in a moment, i was sitting on a large sofa in the bedroom in front of a fireplace.  from the bathroom i heard her say,  "turn off the fire and the lights."   when i did it was pitch black.  i heard her footsteps on the carpet as she entered the room.  suddenly four blacklights, one in each corner, light up and her skin was glowing.  she was wearing neon pink fishnet stockings, garter belt, and thong panties undernieth a nearly transparent skin thght nightie.  she whispered "i want you to fuck me like a trashy little cum slut. anything you want, use me like a piece of meat."

    she stood on the sofa straddling me. she pushed her crotch to my nose grinding her hips. i reached up stroking her thigh, her sweet juices dribbling down her leggs.  she slid down my chest straddling my lap.  her breathing was heavy and she was quivering so hard she was her own vibrator.  she started grinding her hips on my throbbing cock.  she started moaning as her lips reached around the shaft of my cock. i was stroking her breasts, and she began to buck furiously as she came in a flood.  i felt a hot wave of her nectar splash in my lap running down and pooling under my ass.  she whispered "it feels like humping a wine bottle" 

   "so this is how you treat a piece of meat"  she asked.  with that i grabbed her hair, pulling her head back while chewing on her neck.  with one motion i grabbed her ankle and flipped her onto the floor.  she landed hard, with a giggle she replied "oh yes hurt me daddy".  i jumped on her like a savage. i couldnt stand it any more.  we kissed slopily slobbing all over one another. 

  i picked her up very forcefully, and slammed her down on the coffee table. then rolled her on her stomace, holding her arms behind her back.  i positioned my dick (now swolen as big as the big end of a ball bat) in her face  "open your fucking mouth bitch"  sheparted her lips and i forced my cock in her throat, and began brutally fucking her mouth.  i rolled her over on her back and continued fucking her mouth as i pulled her thick tight leggs back pinning her leggs while holding her wrists.  she gagged and choked, but i never slowed down.  she passed out and her throat relaxed.  with one last violent thrust i ramed my pole balls deep as i came like a river while sucking her pussy. when i came she woke and squirted buckets, while choking on my cock.

when i pulled out my boner was still raging, round 2 was on.  i lifted and threw her on the bed. i ripped off all her slut wear  except stockings and garter.  she struggled against me as i rolled her to her stomoch forcing a large pillow under her hips.  "are you ready to become a cum dripping trailer slut"  "be gentle your so big"  she cried as i slid the tip in her pussyhaving to force it in. she was sloppy wet but nothing nearly this big ever went there before.  i forced the tip in as she cried in pain and pleasure at the same time.  after the head i violently rammed all the rest in til it bottomed out in her womb with almost half left to go.  she screamed like it was her first time as she gushed her juice out around my cock.  i started fucking her slowly ramming her harder and harder goimg deeper and deeper with every violent thrust untill i was all in. she started to relax and enjoy the feeling of my monster cock destroying her deprived pussy.  i started hammering harder and faster with long deep strokes. she reached back and pulled her cheeks wide and pushed her hips out to open herself to me.  "yes ohh ohh fuck me destroy my cunt.  tear it apart.  i want my husband to think a horse has been in here. make it loose for his little dick fuck it its you cunt fuck me daddy"  she was thrashing violently bucking like a horse being raped.

  i fucked raped and demolished her pussy for three hours before suprising her.  i was pulling all the way out and stabbing back in when i pulled back and stabbed my cock balls deep in her unsuspecting virgin asshole.  she screamed like she was shot and passed out. she was out for about four minutes.  while she was unconcious i brutally fucked that tight ass and slid the neck of a wine bottle in her ass with my cock untill i felt it tear. i removed the bottle, and kept fucking her destructed ass. when she woke with a scream i asked, "your asshole  is as loose as a dirty trailer whores giant pussy."  "ohh god your tearing me in half.  i love it!  do that to my cunt. my husband thinks it is his but make it fit you."   i pulled out and rolled her over to her back she stretched her leggs apart and put her feet behind her head.  "stab me with that horse cock fuck me like you are raping a whore"  i fucked her with all i had for what seemed like forever tied like a prezel and not getting any looser.  at almost daylight she was so weak she couldnt move. and i was ready to blow.  "where do you want me to cum?"  "cum inside me make all of it go deep. i have never felt cum inside me  make it leak out of my eyes"

  with all the striength i had left i ramrodded her like a dirty fucktube wile she screamed  "fill me cum cum cum ohhhh make my sore cunt a jizz bag OHHHHHHHHHH"  and boy did i.  with one last stab i bottomed out in her still tight pussy, and let my seed fly.  "FIRE IT FUCKING BURNS" i pumped her full with enough to drown her. i gently pulled out and a stream flowed out of her beaten cunt.  i laid on the bed and fell asleep. 

   when i woke a few hourslater she had gone downstairs.  she was using a pair of crutches and wearing a towell like a diaper.  she looked like holy hell.  her titties were solid bruses with bite marks all over her body.  her pussy and thighs were purple while her asshole was tore so bad she couldnt completely stop the bleeding.  despite the hard ride, she was glowing with fulfillment. 

she greeted me with "what do you say to the married woman"

"i duno. what"

"happy annaversary"

  when we returned to shore she said "this really is your pussy. ill come by for breakfast really soon"  then we can do it again.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

made it all up

  let me know how i did

First time cheating, but will it be the last?

fun4all704 on Cheating Stories


It's late on a Friday night and you're sitting at home waiting on your husband to leave. He told you earlier in the day that one of his buddies has been in town for the past week for a family thing and tonight was his last night here before he flew back home tomorrow. Your husband and some of his friends were taking him out for one last wild night. You knew he wouldn't be home for hours, if he came home at all. Not that you cared because things had been cold between you and he for some time now. The love was gone and has been for some time now. When you mustered up the strength to let him touch you it was not worth it and over so quick until you felt that it was the biggest waste of time. Personally, you hadn’t been satis

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fied in a while. You’ve all but given up thinking this was how the rest of your life was gonna go.

Finally, he leaves. It’s a little past 8:30 PM and you thought he would never walk out the door. Your son is spending the night with one of his school friends so you’ve got the whole house to yourself. You sigh a breath of relief as it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. You’ve been planning this night all week. The house is clean, everyone is gone and you start running a tub full of hot bubbly water to soak in . Along side the tub you’ve placed a number of scented candles that you’ve been hiding from your husband for several days now. Next to the tub you’ve placed a book that you’ve been dying to read based on the suggestions of a female friend. You run to the front door to make sure it’s locked and to peak out the window just to make sure your husband did not forget anything and may be on his way back to the house. Yes, the coast is clear. You take the phone off the hook and proceed to make your way to the bedroom and undress.

You step out of your clothes which happens to be an old ratty sweat suit. No need in giving your husband the impressions that you’ve got plans. Slowly you pull the sweatshirt over your head and underneath you’ve got on your favorite Victoria’s Secret satin bra that you’ve been saving for such a special occasion. The way it hugs and shapes your breasts are unbelievable. Next you step out of the sweatpants to reveal a matching pair of panties. Standing there looking at yourself in the mirror you begin to admire your body and how sexy you look. Thinking to yourself that childbirth hasn’t been that bad on your body. Wishing you had someone to share it with, even though you’ve never seriously thought about cheating on your husband but the thought has crossed your mind. You run your hands over the material of the bra and it feels so soft. While your right hand is caressing your breasts the left hand manages to make it’s way down to your panties. Inside you slip a finger right under the elastic waistband and then another finger until your entire hand is inside. The sensation is enough to cause you to close your eyes and you drift off into a state of euphoria. While continuing to massage your breasts you notice that your nipples have become stiff and erect. WOW, a feeling you haven’t experienced in quite a while. You pinch them and become totally aroused. But what do you do about it? Nothing, but you can’t stop yourself because it feels so good. The hand in your panties ventures closer and closer to your cleanly shaven pussy. Although there’s been no sex between you and your man you still like to keep things nice and neat. As your fingers reach what they’ve been searching for and you can’t help but notice how wet you are. Your middle finger begins to lightly touch your clit and the pleasure you feel is enough to make your knees buckle a little. After bracing yourself on the dresser you begin to stick one, two and then three fingers inside your pussy. You would have never imagined that you could be so turned on all by yourself. Just then you think, your tub is waiting. And there’s no sense in continuing simply because there’s no one there with you. You come back to reality and put on your robe and make your way to the bathroom. The candles are lit and the aroma of vanilla and jasmine fill the air. The lights are off and the only illumination in your bathroom are from the candles.

Slowly you let the robe slide off your shoulders and finally falling to the floor. You remove your bra and panties and finally step over into the tub. The water is hot but not too hot to where you can’t stand it. Before you sit down you again run your fingers across your moist pussy and notice your are still aroused. At this point you become a little upset because although you are all alone you wish there was someone there to share this feeling with. Lowering yourself down into the tub and finally coming to rest on the back side of the sloped tub you release the biggest breath of air as you finally feel at one with yourself and the world. You can’t imagine being anywhere else but there at the moment. About 15 minutes later you finally open your eyes and pick up your book and start reading. Page after page you find yourself being captivated by the title character who you find out is a lot like you. In a loveless relationship with a man who constantly takes her for granted. A woman who was pressured into marriage due to the fact that in their small town he was the high school football quarterback and she was the head cheerleader and everyone just assumed they’d end up together. But what they don’t know is that he is a physically and emotionally abusive guy. On the outside he was everyone’s hero. The clean cut, all American boy. But behind closed doors he was an alcoholic who would constantly drive to the next town to the local strip club where no one knew him only to come home drunk and with the smell of another woman on his clothes. Drunk and full of himself he begins to push his wife around and beat her until he passes out. You sit there reading and thinking to yourself, “I wish my husband would come home and think he’s gonna put his hands on me!” As serious as that sounds you can’t help but laugh. Laying the book down on the floor you close your eyes again and begin to massage the warmth of the water into your legs and thighs. “Oh, that feels good!” Suddenly your mind goes back to when you were in the bedroom all alone and the feelings you were getting playing with yourself. Again, you start to massage your clit under the water and, yes, again those feelings return. You can’t help but finger yourself because it feels so damn good. The longer you play with your clit the better it feels. Again, one, two and three fingers travel in and out of your pussy until you feel something stirring in the lower part of your stomach. It’s been a while since you’ve felt that feeling and you want it to last forever. The longer you touch yourself the stronger the feelings get. Until finally you reach the brink of no return. Your back arches and you splash water all over the place managing to put out a few of the candles. You cum in one massive wave after another. Your whole body is shaking and quivering as you finally relax and come back to earth only to find yourself alone again. Looking over at the clock on the wall you notice that it’s a little past 10:30 PM and getting late. Thinking to yourself, “that was fun and I really needed that,” you step out of the tub and begin to clean up. You figure you had better put the phone back on the hook simply because your son usually calls and says good night when he’s with his friends. Although he’s 11 and a growing young man he’s still a little bit of a momma’s boy. But you find that character precious about him. The minute you lay the phone on the cradle it rings and you pick it up thinking it’s your little man. “Hello baby” is all you get out when all of a sudden you hear the familiar voice of one of your girlfriends. “Girl, we’ve been trying to get in touch with you all night!” “What do you mean”, you reply. “Well, since the guys are out and doing their thang we figured why are they the only ones to have some fun.” All the wives and girlfriends of the boys have banded together and decided to make this a girl’s night out. You know, go get some dinner, hit a bar or two and have some laughs. You figure, what else do you have to do. You’re sexually charged and the sitting at home alone isn’t helping you any. “Ok, pick me up in about an hour.” You rush to put on some clothes, get your hair done and throw on a little makeup. You look absolutely stunning only to have had 1 hour to get ready. You again admire yourself in the mirror. Standing there is a tight little mini skirt that your husband likes to see you in but given the current situation you haven’t worn it in a while. It always fit your ass the right way. You’ve got on a form fitting bra that seems to push your breasts up a little higher making them stand at attention to any man looking. Over top of that you find one of your flowered print blouses and leaves a few of the top buttons undone to show off a little more cleavage than usual. You finish it off with a cute little pair of earrings a bracelet and a gold necklace. You look down at your hands and notice your wedding set. Do you wear them or not? Questions, decisions, what do you do? You figure to yourself that this is probably gonna be the last time you get to act like a single woman so you take them off and lay them on the dresser. After that you slip on a pair of 4 inch heels that really make your ass stick out. You think to yourself that you look like a hooker out on the prowl but at this point you don’t really give a damn. Tonight is all about you.

About 20 minutes later the doorbell rings and when you open it you find five of your friends laughing and giggling. They’ve had a few drinks and are feeling the affects already. One of them looks at you and says, “damn girl, if I wasn’t straight I’d do you myself.” “Let’s go” another one yells. So all of you pile into the SUV and head out. First stop was to the local eatery where you all throw back a few drinks and a nice meal. Laughing it up and having a good time none of you notice that you all have consumed 4 bottles of cheap wine, quite a few mixed drinks and yes, a few shots of tequila. But the massive meal has delayed the affects of the alcohol for the moment. One of the girls mentions that she’s heard of a new night spot across town and thought it would be cool to go. It’s ladies night so girls get in free all night. Looking down at your watch you notice that it’s a little past 1 AM. The night is still young. All of a sudden you get a call on your cell. You look down and it’s your husband. Not wanting him to know you’re out with the girls you don’t answer it. You check his message a few minutes later and he says that he and the boys won’t be coming home until they get their friend on the plane. Just based on earlier conversation with him you know that his plane doesn’t leave until 11:35 AM. You figure you’ve got it made. A night out on the town and away from him. What else could make this night any better? As you make your way to the club your friends start asking you how you and your man were doing. You tell them things are not going so well. And that the two of you are basically like roommates living in a loveless home. Just then one of your friends speaks up. Yes, the slutty one in the group. Every group has one. She looks at you and says, “girl, we’ve gotta get you some dick before the night is over!” You turn to her and say, “naw, that’s okay.” Knowing that you took care of that before you left the house. Everyone in the truck begins to laugh and giggle. Finally you pull up in front of the club and everyone piles out. Barely able to stand up straight and leaning onto each other you walk up to the door and the bouncer says, “Welcome to Club Rain ladies, come right on in.” Inside you walk into the hippest new hot spot to hit town. Around you see a sea of people ranging from 21 on up. And there are quite a few guys in the place, just ripe for the picking. Looking over the crowd you think to yourself, “I’m a married woman and I shouldn’t be here.” It doesn’t matter that you took your rings off, you’re still married in the eyes of God. You look at one of your friends and tell her you think that the alcohol is starting to take an affect on you and you think you need to go on home. Even though the girls all want you to stay you persuade them and they reluctantly let you leave. The one girl who’s driving offers to take you home but you decline saying you’ll catch a cab and that you’ll be alright. You don’t want to spoil the rest of their night. As you’re leaving someone bumps into you and spills a little of their drink on your arm. Over the music you hear a faint voice say, “excuse me, did I spill my drink on you?” Looking up and finally coming face to face, eye to eye with this stranger you notice that it’s not a stranger at all. But someone from your past. “Randy, is that you?” I haven’t seen you in some years. Yes, it was him, Randy, the guy who had the biggest crush on you every since you two were little. People just always thought the two of you would end up together. He always told you how he felt but you kept putting him off. Was it fear that kept you from crossing that line or did your feelings for him run deeper than you were willing to admit? Either way, there he was. Standing right there in the flesh. He answers, “Tina, I can’t believe my eyes. “What are you doing here?” You tell him you and some of the girls were out on the town and you started to get tired and decided to head on home. Randy replies, “can I offer you a ride? I’ve got my car out in the parking lot. I was getting ready to go anyway. Either the girls in here are too young or they’ve already got 5 or 6 guys chasing after them.” This wasn’t really his scene either so the two of you head out towards his car.

On the drive home the two of you start to reminisce about your younger days. While the two of you are laughing and having a good ole conversation suddenly he gets quiet. You don’t notice because you’re talking through the alcohol. Suddenly he turns to you and says, “what happened between us?” You look at him with a puzzled look on your face. What do you mean, you ask? Randy replies, “I mean, what happened between us? How much more plainly can I put it?” Randy says that he really had strong feelings for you and that he’s always hoped and prayed that you would one day give him a shot to make you happy, but last he heard you were getting married. At that point he gave up hope of ever being with you. Running into you tonight was a chance coincidence but one that he was not willing to let go of. Not this time. Not again. He looks down at your hand and notices that you’re not wearing a ring. Suddenly he’s got a glimmer of hope and asks you what happened. Not remembering you had taken off your ring you tell him that the two of you were still together and doing so so. “But you’re not wearing a ring”, he says to you. “Oh, that”, you tell him that your husband is out with his friends and you decided to pretend you were still single. He asks you how’s it going so far? You answer him, “not so good.” “I’ve spent the last 4 hours with a bunch of horny drunk girls and now I’m on my way home.” As the two of you pull up in the driveway to your house it’s about 4 AM but not wanting to go to bed just yet you throw caution to the wind and say, “you wanna come in for a cup of coffee or something?” Suddenly, there’s a knot in your throat because you can’t believe that you just used that line on him. He’s gonna think you’re now trying to pick him up like one of those lonely guys back at the club when the DJ announces “last call.“ Randy looks at you and says, “Won’t your husband mind a strange man sitting in his house?” Knowing that you really don’t care you tell him your husband won’t be home until around noon. Into the house you go. As you approach the door you fumble with your keys. Nervous like a giddy school girl trying to sneak in after she broke curfew hoping your parents don‘t hear you sneaking in.

The house is dark as you try to find the light switch. Finally finding it you offer him a seat while you go in the kitchen and make the coffee. When you reach the coffee maker you remember that you haven’t gone shopping yet and are completely out of coffee. You return to the living to deliver the bad news only to find Randy standing at your wall of pictures. There’s one of your parents, several of your brothers and sisters, other family members and friends. But the one he’s looking at is the large portrait of you in your wedding dress. He turns and tells you how pretty you looked and how you haven’t changed a bit. You return his gracious compliment with a thank you and the two of you sit down on the sofa. He’s on one end and you’re on the other. For the next 45 minutes there’s a nice little back and forth conversation. You tell him about your life and how you’ve pretty much become a home body. And that your life now revolves around your son and your home. Not as much your husband though. If he’s not in the house watching some lame ass sporting event on TV then he’s outside washing and wiping down his metallic blue Dodge Magnum. That car he spends more time with than his wife. Randy tells you about his past. From one failed relationship after another. Endless relationships that never seem to go anywhere. Some were gold digging women only out for money and others were women looking for their next baby daddy. But all in all Randy was happy with how his life has turned out. He still says that he loves and misses you but now that you’re married he focused his attention elsewhere and finally came to terms that you just didn’t want him in that way. After a few more stories and a few more laughs Randy says, “well, it’s getting late I’d better be leaving.” What do you do? You’re hoping he’ll do something. Make a move! Any move! At this point you want to tell him you too have feelings for him but you don’t want to lead him on because you’re still a married woman. You’ve always felt for Randy but the timing was never right. When you were single he had someone and when he was single you was spoken for. Do you let him slip out of your life again without knowing what it could be like or do you do something? As you both stand and head towards the door Randy turns around and tells you how nice it was to see you again and how much fun it was to catch up with you. He leans in to kiss you on the cheek and he lays the softest peck on the right side of your face. You close your eyes and all you can smell is the soft scent of his cologne. One of your favorites. Curve! You throw your arms around him and hold him for what seems like an eternity but in all actuality is just a few seconds. As his lips leave your face you try to find the courage to tell him to stay, please don’t go. But nothing comes out. Tears start to well up in your eyes and all he can do is stand there with a concerned look on his face. He asks you what’s wrong and you tell him, “nothing.” Randy says that he’s been knowing you all his life and you’re not getting off that easy. He asks you again and you finally break down. You tell him that your marriage is all but over. Your husband hasn’t touched you in months and when he does it’s only for his pleasure. He doesn’t care about your needs. Only his. Randy is faced with the biggest dilemma of his life. On one hand he could resist you and force you to honor your marriage vows, for better or worst. Or he could throw caution to the wind and finally do what he’s been wanting to do all his life, make love to you!

While still holding him in your arms you look up at Randy and say, “I need you to make love to me like you’ve always wanted to.” Randy is floored but by the time he has a chance to say anything you plant your luscious lips onto his and something happens. Before you know it Randy is passionately kissing you back like never before. His hands running up and down your back while yours are caressing the back of his head. Both of your tongues are fighting for position in each other’s mouth like a one on one basketball game. The longer you kiss the hotter things are becoming. Randy reaches down and scoops you up into his arms like a groom carrying his wife across the threshold on their wedding night. Finally reaching your bedroom he gently lays you down on the bed. He doesn’t turn on the lights and the only light coming in is from the moon high above. It’s a clear night and there’s a warm breeze blowing through the open window. He can’t help but notice the tears still streaming down you face. Doing so, he leans over and kisses you on your cheek again, tasting the moist saline solution that consumes your face. You look up and him and he down at you and all he says is, “don’t worry, I’m here for you and only you.” Looking down your body he notices the buttons on your tight blouse are straining to be undone. Beneath that he eyes the most perfect pair of breasts he thinks he’s ever laid his eyes upon. He then goes back to kissing your cheek and then on down to your ear lobe and then your neck. You quiver as every time he touches you sends chills down your spine. Not wanting to stop you look up at him and whisper, “don’t rush, my husband won’t be home for hours.” With those reassuring words he slowly begins to unbutton your blouse. He uses one hand to brace himself slightly over you while the other explores your neck then your cleavage. Lightly outlining the form that has been created by your bra. Slowly he releases one button after another until finally your shirt is completely open and just a faint memory to what use to be covering your breasts. Not wanting to completely remove it just yet he gets off the bed and grabs your hands and pulls you closer to him. Your legs are weak but some how you manage to stand on your own. Randy is looking deep into your eyes and he tells you that all his life he’s dreamed of this very moment. The day he gets to undress you and no one is there to stop him. He reaches up and begins to pull your blouse off of your shoulders. Randy tells you that he wish he would have made a move the one and only night he spent with you several years ago. Maybe your life would have turned out differently. But he was afraid of rejection at the time. He looks up at you again just to make sure you haven’t changed your mind. The look in your eyes is his green light to proceed. Like a feather in the wind the silky blouse gracefully falls to the floor. There you stand in nothing but your tight little mini skirt and your bra that’s fighting to restrain your luscious breasts. He begin to kiss and nibble on your breasts not yet exposing what he’s so long dreamt of . With every touch on your body you arch your back that much more pushing your breasts into the material of his shirt. Then again he gives you one of the best kisses of your life. Towering over you he feels the soft touch of your lower back then gradually making his way upward. You know what he’s looking for. Jackpot! He reaches the tiny metal clasp that’s holding your bra in place. Being a guy he’s had a lot of practice with this part. He reaches behind with his right hand and gently unhooks your bra. You feel the release of pressure on your breasts and a slight rush of air escapes your lips. With his finger he tucks it under the strap on your right shoulder. Slowly he moves it over your shoulder then the next. Until your bra is able to fall on its own. Again, to the floor to meet the blouse. There you stand, all exposed to him and what seems like the world. No one else has seen your naked body except your husband in years. Funny thing is that he has still not looked away from your eyes. Finally he takes a deep breath and looks down. What can only be described as one of the seven wonders of the natural world he takes his hands and works his way up your side then around to the front where he finally comes in contact with your breasts. Cupping them in his hands he begins to massage them and fondling your nipples. The sensation you are getting from his actions and sending electric pulses throughout your entire body. You can hardly stand it. You momentarily black out from the pre-game pleasure. Next thing you know he’s working on the belt to your mini skirt. With one swift motion he manages to get it unbuckled and your skirt unzipped. He kneels down to his knees and looks up at you. He tugs on one side then the other until your skirt has made its way past your nice round booty. He takes a deep sniff as he can smell the scent coming from your pussy. It smells like heaven to him and he can hardly stand it. Slowly, Randy begins to kiss down your stomach until he reaches the top of your silk and lace panties. This time he uses his teeth to remove them. They’re moist and damp and he can taste you in them. His hands now cup your ass and he squeezes each cheek like he’s kneading bread dough. You grab his head as he begins to kiss up your thigh. For some reason he stops and pays more attention to that birth mark on your leg. You know the one. Shortly there after he begins his ascent upwards until he finally reaches what he’s been wanting for all night long. Your pussy is so wet until it’s actually dripping and aching for attention. One drop hits his chin and in an effort to not waste another drop he spreads your legs and moves under you like a mechanic changing the oil on a finely tuned sports car. With delicate hands he works to give you as much pleasure as possible. Your eyes are closed and your head is now tilted skyward. You’ve managed to lean back on the dresser. Yes, the same dresser that began your night of pleasure. You think to yourself that this is wrong, this is so wrong but it feels so right. Randy now dives in. His tongue licks your dripping wet pussy from front to back. He licks like there’s no end in site. It’s like the only oasis in a desert and he’s drinking up as much of the liquid as possible. Massaging your clit with his tongue causes you to moan loudly. You never thought something so wrong could ever feel so right. He continues to lick you until you can’t take it any longer. You start getting that strange feeling again in your lower stomach that you had earlier in the night. You know what’s gonna happen next. Randy keeps licking as you brace yourself and then you explode in what seems like the largest orgasm you’ve ever had. Not even your husband has made you feel this good. Even during the good days of the marriage. He licks up every drop. You begin to cry again but this time it’s tears of joy. Looking up Randy sees you in a state of total bliss.

After about a minute or two you look down at Randy and say to him, “thank you, not it’s my turn.” Now, it’s time to return the favor. As Randy stands up you begin to get a hold of his shirt and pull it apart like some B rated movie. Buttons are flying everywhere but he doesn’t care. You expose his chest which isn’t nice and chiseled like most guys but what do you care. You and Randy never were the super model types. In his eyes you could be a runway model and in yours, he could be in a fireman’s calendar. Thinking of this sort of makes you laugh because you see the humor in it. You run your hands across his hairy chest and kiss him with every thing you’ve got. Then you begin to unbuckle his pants. As they fall to the floor you can’t help but notice the massive tent that has been formed inside his boxers. His dick is fighting to be released so you help him out. Slowly you pull the material down to finally reveal what you yourself have been longing to see. Randy’s dick! It’s beautiful. Unlike your husband’s it’s got form and shape to it. Massive veins running along its length from base to tip. And a slight ooze of precum is now beginning to erupt from the top like a volcano ready to blow. You lean over and with your tongue you lick the tip of his dick and taste his fluid. Sweet yet salty. But you don’t care. It tastes like honey to you. You open your mouth wider and wider as your take him inside your succulent lips. Up and down sucking his dick like a popsicle on a hot summers day. You go so deep that at one point you actually try to swallow it. Randy has closed his eyes and he tells you that this is the best blow job he’s ever gotten. Your tongue feels like velvet on his sensitive dick. The only time you take it out of your mouth is to lick the underside of his penis and then on down to his balls. Taking each one into your mouth you make Randy moan with pleasure. Again you work your way back up to his throbbing penis and with your hands you slowly begin to jack his dick. Randy places his hands on your head and by running his fingers through your hair he tells you that if you keep that up you’re gonna make him cum. You haven’t been this aroused in years so his statement is like music to your ears. Randy tells you again but you don’t heed his warning. Then all of a sudden you feel his legs clinch and go stiff. His hands are now holding your head down so far on his dick until it feels like the head of it is inside your throat. You feel him twitch and then jerk. And then it happens. He releases a massive load of hot sticky cum in the back of your throat. Shot after shot pulsates through the shaft of his dick and escapes inside your mouth. The one thing you’ve never done is swallow another man’s cum but this time is different. You gulp down what seems like a gallon of his cum. Only a small dribble makes its way out of your mouth and down your lips. Randy still has his eyes closed when you release your grip on his penis and you slowly crawl up onto him. The two of you eye each other and as one final gesture you lick your lips to make sure you get every drop. Showing him how much you appreciate his gift.

You collapse on top of him and that’s where you both lay for a while. You, still feeling the after shocks of your orgasm and him trying to recover from his. He’s got his arms wrapped around you and you’ve got your head relaxing on his chest and all the while you’re playing with his dick. Suddenly you feel it twitch and slowly but surely it springs back to life. You think to yourself, “good, time for round three!” Round one was for me. Round two was for him. And now round three will be an all out battle. It’s time you did what you’ve been waiting to do all your life. Continuing to play with his dick it seems to be harder than before. Randy is laying there thinking to himself that this must be heaven. To have the woman of his dreams laying next to him, naked as the day she was born, playing with his dick. Suddenly the bed moves and all of a sudden Randy opens his eyes to see that Tina has now straddled him. She’s come to rest on his legs and all the while looking dead into Randy’s eyes still playing with his now rigid member. He knows what’s coming next. You slowly lift yourself up and place one hand on his chest for balance you take the other one and position his dick right at the entrance to your sopping wet pussy. Gradually you lower yourself and as his dick makes contact with your pussy you left out a slight moan. You can’t take it anymore so you let yourself go and impale yourself on his dick. It’s like you are a virgin all over again. You pussy is so tight simply because it’s seen little action over the past year or so. Again, when you and your husband have sex it’s over so soon after it begins. You’re breathless and stop moving so you can adjust to this oh so foreign object that is now giving you extreme pleasure. Randy’s hands are on your hips and you can feel his penis throbbing inside you. You readjust yourself and he hits one wall . You try to shift again and he hit’s the other wall. “Oh my God, this feels so good! Why didn’t I do this years ago?” You think to yourself. The two of you begin to move in motion. You raise yourself slightly off his penis then again impale yourself onto it but never once loosing complete contact with him. He’s meeting you on every down stroke with an equally matched up thrust. Randy is thinking to himself that your pussy is making his dick feel like it’s being wrapped in the finest silk in China. That’s just how smooth everything is. His eyes open and the vision of you riding him is incredible. He reaches up and begins playing with your breasts which are bouncing with every motion. Taking your nipples between his fingers you are loving the sensations he’s sending through your body. You lean over and begin kissing him passionately all the while still riding his dick like a cowgirl at a rodeo. You haven’t been made love to like this since before your wedding and this is something you don’t want to end. Breaking the kiss Randy rolls you over so that you’re now flat on your stomach and he’s got the perfect vision of your nicely shaped ass. He grabs your hips and pulls you up on your knees. You know what’s next. It just so happen that being fucked from behind is one of your favorite positions. With one hand on your ass he guides his dick again into your pussy. Your back arches as he begins to slowly and methodically fuck you from behind. Your eyes are closed and all you can think about is one stroke after another this man is taking you to places you’ve never been before. You begin to play with your clit as Randy picks up the pace. Randy continues his assault on you for what seems like 30 minutes until you feel something happening. That strange feeling is starting to come back. But this time it’s different. You’ve masturbated before alone at night and even in the shower but for some strange reason this one seems like the mother of them all. You can tell Randy is close to cumming too because his breathing has become erratic and his strokes are now uncontrollable jerks. But never the less he’s made a promise to himself that he won’t cum until you do. You scream that you are about to cum and that seems to be the fuel on the fire that Randy has been looking for. Now, he’s pounding you with everything he’s got. You can’t stand it. For some strange reason you begin to think to yourself that if your husband could see you now then he’d know how a real man makes love to a woman. Closer and closer you are getting to releasing your juices all over Randy’s dick then you hear him say that he’s about to cum too. He tells you he’s gonna pull out and you scream at him to stay inside you. You want to feel his dick empty itself inside you. Than it happens. You cum in what could be the biggest orgasm of your adult life. All you can do is scream. A scream that can only be rivaled by some B listed actress in a second rate horror flick. At that very moment Randy grabs both your hips and shoots his load deep inside your womb. You feel every spurt and it’s just enough to keep your orgasm going as well. Randy grunts again as another shot of cum leaves his still throbbing dick. As both of your orgasms subside the two of you fall to the bed totally exhausted and dripping with sweat. That was the best fuck of your life and all you can do is sleep. You lay there spooned right next to Randy with his dick still inside you. His arms wrapped tightly around you and you in total bliss as you’ve just been made love to by someone who truly loves you. As you lay there you can feel his cum mixed with yours slowly leaking out of your well fucked pussy. Then you remember that you are not on any birth control and Randy didn’t use a condom. What if you get pregnant? How are you gonna explain that one? At this point you don’t care. Right now you wouldn’t mind carrying Randy’s love child. Then the both of you fall asleep.

Several hours later you wake up with Randy’s arms still wrapped around you. You’ve got a smile on your face like never before. The sunlight is flooding through the window and the birds are chirping outside your window like a scene right out of a Disney movie. Suddenly it hits you. You jump up startled and frantic. “What time is it?” Randy manages to open his eyes long enough to look at his watch. He mumbles to you 11:45. You race to your feet and tell him that your husband is on his way home and that he’s gotta go, now! Randy quickly grabs his clothes and gets dressed. You put on your bath robe and rip the sheets off the bed not wanting your husband to get the slightest hint that you just had sex with another man on the same bed he sleeps on. Randy makes his way to the back door because you tell him that you’ve got nosey neighbors and they might see you walking out the front door. Your driveway is hidden by a number of bushes and small trees. He can get out without anyone ever noticing he was at your house. But before he leaves Randy turns to you and gives you one last kiss. Not as passionate as those during your love making but just enough. He tells you that when ever you need him you know how to reach him. He slips his business card in your hand and on the back is his cell number. You want to cry but can’t. Funny thing is that when you look up at Randy he’s got a tear flowing down his face. He again tells you that he loves you and assures you that what happened last night will remain between the two of you. He knows that he can’t have you all to himself but he’s so grateful to have had you for one night. If the world were to end today he’d die a happy man. He looks you dead in your eyes and says, “I love you Tina.”

After one last embrace the two of you part ways. Randy goes to his car and as you hear the engine start up you shut the door then look out the window as he backs out of the driveway. You sit down at the kitchen table and rest your head in your hands. This time you cry. All you can say is, “I love you too Randy.”

As Randy drives away he turns on the radio in his car and finds some mindless radio station to listen too. Funny thing is that the first song he hears is “As We Lay” by Shirley Murdock. He starts to chuckle and continues down the road. About a block or two from Tina’s house he notices a car coming over the horizon. As he gets closer he realizes it a metallic blue Dodge Magnum. The very same Dodge Magnum Tina told him her husband has. Never really meeting Tina’s husband he slows up and looks out the window. As he approaches the Dodge the driver looks back at him as well. It’s Tina’s husband. Randy recognizes him from several pictures that were back at the house. They make eye contact and you give him the customary head nod which he politely returns not knowing that you just made love to his wife all night long. Randy rides off like a man who’s holding the only winning ticket in the mega-million dollar lottery. But is this the end for him and Tina? Only time will tell.

The End!

Part two to come soon, maybe, depending on feedback!

I Love Hookers

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I Love Hookers.

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I love Hookers, always have and always will. I’m a married guy, but I love having great sex on the side without having strings attached. I can get a nice juicy, cum swallowing, deep throating blowjob, and not worry about her getting mad at me and calling my wife because I didn’t call her the next day.

I started visiting hookers in the 70’s, when I was about 22, and just mar
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ried for few months. I live in a large southern city, and Massage Parlors were everywhere. The first one I went to was in an office building called Kathy’s. I was a little nervous as they had the line-up of the three girls working. I picked a big boobed girl, with dark hair, named “Raven”. I paid my $40.00 for an hour full body massage, and then she took me back to her room. As soon as she closed and locked the door, she reached out, grabbed my dick thru my paints, and told me to get naked and hop up on the massage table. As I striped down, she did too, but left her panties on. She had great big round tits that stuck almost straight out. They were 36D’s, I’m guessing. She had me lay on my stomach, which wasn’t easy with my hard-on, and started rubbing baby oil over my back. She didn’t take a long time on my back and legs, before she started on my ass. As she started rubbing her fingers in the crack of my ass, she was also dragging her tits all over my back. Then she moved my legs apart and started massaging my balls.

After a few minutes she asked if I was ready to turn over, which I did immediately She then leaned over giving me a big wet tongue kiss, and grabbed my dick with her slick baby oiled hand. She started jacking me slowly, then whispered in my ear that a hand job came with the $40.00, but if I wanted more, now was the time to pay up. I gave her the money for a half and half. (Blowjob and a fuck)

That’s when she took her panties off and I got my first look at her hairy snatch. I always liked a hairy pussy, trimmed neatly, but hairy. Beautiful! She got up on the table between my legs, took my hard shaft in her hand and started to lick the precum off the head. There’s something thrilling about a woman holding your hard dick, getting ready to suck it, after just meeting her just twenty minutes before. She started pushing her mouth down my shaft, using her tongue on the underside, and my dick got even harder.

She pulled off my cock and asked if that felt good. I told her it felt great, but it would feel even better if we could 69. She said that sounded good, and that she’d never had a customer want to eat her pussy before. She turned around and lowered her pussy down to my waiting mouth. She gave a moan as my tongue made contact with her clit. Her pussy smelled GREAT, and I pressed my nose it in as I was sucking her clit. She was sucking my seven-inch dick like the pro she was. After a few minutes of heaven, I told her she needed to stop before I came, but I continued to eat her pussy. She lifted her pussy a little so I could push a couple of fingers inside. When I had started, her pussy wasn’t wet at all, but now she was almost gushing sweet love juice over my face. After a couple minutes she started to shake and moan, and I knew she was close. I clamped down on her engorged clit and started sucking and flicking it with my tongue for all I was worth. When I shoved a third finger in her wet love hole, that put her over the top, and she started flooding my face with her love cum. She was almost growling as she ground her pussy down on my face.

After she came back to earth, she turned around and told me I was going to get the best fucking ever as a reward. She rolled a condom over my throbbing cock and started sucking it, and it felt better than I thought was possible with a condom on. Then she squatted over me and slowly started to lower her cunt down on my cock. It was much tighter that I though a hookers pussy should be. She slowly began to slide up and down the full length of my shaft. She slowly picked up her pace and using her trained pussy muscles to squeeze my cock as she pulled up and pushed down. I had never felt anything as wonderful. She started bouncing faster and reached around to grab my balls. As she gently squeezed my nuts, I started to tense up. She felt it and squeezed my balls, and cock a little harder, and I almost passed out with pleasure. I started shooting so much cum out of my dick, it was coming out of the bottom of the condom and running down my balls. I thought I would pass out. She stopped bouncing and pushed it all the way in and started squeezing it, milking it till I was dry. I would still tremble every time she would clamp and unclamp her pussy around my dick.

It was then that someone knocked on the door to let us know that time was about up. She got off of me, got a warm wet towel and cleaned my up. As she ran the towel over my dick, balls, and my ass crack, my dick started getting hard again. She told me to hold it for the next time, or else the house would charge me for another hour, even if I went only five minutes over the limit.

Well, I went back to see her once a week for about the next year. Over that time we tried a lot of things. One time I brought a joint with me and we shared it as we were striping down. By this time we started taking turns with the massage and this time it was my turn to do her.

We didn’t take a lot of time with the back and legs any more, we went right to the good stuff. I started massaging her sweet ass with my oiled up hands, making my way to her ass hole and pussy. She lifted her ass up so I could get to her cunt better. She was so wet and my fingers so oiled, that I got three in right away and started finger fucking her slowly. Then with my other hand, I went to work on her asshole. I took one finger and stared pushing it her puckered hole. She told me to hurry and stick it in all the way. SO I was now finger fucking both of her sweet holes. I could feel my fingers in each hole through the membrane between the slick holes. I got a second finger in her ass, and then she started to tremble with the start of her orgasm. She was now pushing back at my fingers and started to gush pussy juice all over my hand, screaming into the pillow.

After she slowed down she turned her head and asked if I’d like to fuck her ass. HELL YES!!!!!!! She told me to lie on my back so she could be on top. She got a tube of lube and stroked and lot over my stiff dick. I asked about a condom. She told me that her ass was still virgin, and if it was ok with me, she wanted to feel my cum shoot into her ass. Again, HELL YES!!!!! She held my dick and slowly started to push her ass over the head of my dick. I thought that she would go slowly, but as soon as she got the tip in, she quickly pushed all the way down, taking it all. That almost made me cum right then. She started rocking back and forth on my cock, telling me how good it felt. She reached down to her pussy and started rubbing her slick clit. She was so tight and looked so hot, I knew I didn’t have much time before my nuts blew. She started sliding up and down my shaft now, and that was it. It felt like electricity shooting thru my body as I started flooding her ass with my hot thick cum. I couldn’t move as she clamped down on my cock with her ass muscles.

It seemed like it took forever before I came back down, then she bent over to kiss me and asked if her ass was good. I told her it was great, but I was sorry that she didn’t cum too. She smiled and said that she came at the same time I did, but probably didn’t notice because I was cumming so hard. With that she lifted up and my dick plopped out of her ass. She turned around and licked all the cum and pussy juice off my cock and balls, which was something she had never done before either. She looked up at me with a smile on her face and said she loved ass fucking me and would only do that with me. She slid up to my face and kissed my mouth, letting me taste my cum, her pussy juice, and the musky taste of her ass.


She turned me onto a lot of things in the year I saw her. She loved to piss on me, when she was on top, after I would cum. That was a warm, wonderful feeling. She also brought in two vibrating butt plugs and we would work them in to our asses before we’d fuck.

We’d also shared pictures of our kids and other things going on in our lives. One day I went in and she told me that she was moving and this would be our last time together. It was a sad hour for us, but the loving was tender and sweet.

Let me know what you think and I’ll share more of my stories with hookers if you’d like. Please remember that I'm not a real writer. So don't beat me up about spelling and grammar.

Surprise Vsit

Llee213 on Cheating Stories

As i walked around it looked like nobody was home. The back door was open and I walked in, and didnt see anybody. I started to make my way towards my girl's room, as i got closer I heard Edwin's voice, one of her housemates, he was standing in her room along with 2 of his friends Angel and Moises, and to my surprise all 3 of their pants were down to their feet. Natalie's door was half way open..

The 20 year dream answered

williamstroud9999 on Cheating Stories

First, let me start by saying that this story is very true, and I look back on it and can feel it as though it just happened. I am not going to paint a pretty picture, I am just going to tell the truth!

I have been happily married to my wife now for almost 15 years now. We are both in our early 40's now and we met back in our very early 20's. My wife has a sister, she is about 5' 8" tall, about 175 pounds and has a very full set of 38D's with the firmest nipples you could imagine. Since the first time I seen her at their house in her bathing suit, I wanted her right then and there. Yes, she is a few pounds overweight, but she just has something about her that drove my cock crazy all these years.

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Over the first few years before we all got married, I am pretty sure she teased me on more then a few ocassions. I would be at their house waiting for my fiance to get home and she would shower with the bathroom door ajar about a foot or so, she would try on a white bathing suit that she must have known her nipples clearly shown thru on, and a few times of accidently rubbing against me. I was young and dunmb at the time and did not pick up on the hints I guess, or it could have been I was just too afraid of making a move and losing both of them is she found out.

Anyway, years have past and my lust for sucking those nipples and fucking her only grew harder and harder. I must admit I have jerked off more then a few times to a dream of sucking her pussy dry.

At family get togethers I would always kiss her just for that extra split second, I would always find my way of sitting next to her on the couch, helping her clean up just to have the feeling of touching her skin, and standing behind her and talking while all the while I pictures myself taking her doggie style.

The pain and the lust for her carried on until this past year when my dream of 20 years was finally in full when I fucked and sucked her for all I was worth.

I had pllanned on going back to my old state for a week or so to visit my friends and family, and my wife must have told her because I was offered to stay at her sister's house (who is now married) for the time. my cock grew hard just thinking of being around her for a week, let alone anything else happening.

I got up there and the three of us hung out the first night drinking beer and relaxing. She had on a pair of sweat pants with a tight fitting shirt with no bra on, I tried to control my cock being in front of her husband by to no luck. My cock throbbed with the thought of her and me being alone.

The next morning he left for work about 7am, and she left about 8:30am. I was up already and had the coffee made in the kitchen when I heard her coming down the stairs and rounding the corner into the kitchen. I had only shorts and a t shirt on at the time so I needed to control myself. When she came into the kitchen, I instantly felt my cock jerk and harden. She was wearing a v neck short sleeve sweater with a black skirt, she had on very sheer stockings with about a 3" heel. She must of paniced when she saw me staring and in a trance. She asked "so I take it you like my new outfit?" All I could say was YES, it is incredible. She remarked how her husband did not even say anything that morning when he saw her. Without even thinking, I said "if I was him, we would be in bed right now." Then it hit me what I just did, she blushed a little and said "ok then." We talked for a few minutes while the whole time I was dreaming of fucking and sucking her. I can not even tell you what was talked about, I was so lost in my feelings of lust. She came over to kiss me goodbye and I knew I needed perfect restraint of myself, I was able to, but just as she had done in the past to me, she leaned over and made sure I felt her tits pressed against me while we kissed for a good two seconds.

She left for work and left me with a raging hard on that needed to be answered. After about 10 minutes or so, I went up stairs to jerk off and relieve the pressure, but this time I thought I would be daring, I headed into their bedroom to check out what I could to add to my explosion. After opening a few drawers, I came across her bras, and just like her sister had jokingly told me in the past, she was a 38D. The realization of this made me even throb more, my cock was throbbing as I held her bra in my hand. I lost all control and pulled my shorts down as my cock rubbed against her bra. It would not take me but a few strokes to cum, the shaft was already dark red and the head off my cock was already purple. The next drawer I opened was the final straw, it was her hoisery drawer, I carefully pulled out a black pair and then it hit me, she only wears thigh highs, carefully going thru the drawer, I only could find thigh highs. This was all I needed to know, I started stroking my cock and immediately felt my balls tighten like never before, I felt my body start to twitch as I knew it was too late to stop, just as the first jet shot out of my throbbing cock, i just got the drawer closed in time as jet after jet covered the dresser. It was an orgasm like I had NEVER had before, i must have shot out at least 10 or so jets onto the dresser. I revocered and went to the bathroom for some tissue to clean it up, I will tell you i spent 20 minutes or so to be certain that I got EVERYTHING cleaned up perfectly!

I showered and went out to see family that day, as I left I remembered that I did not get a house key so I would not be able to get back until after 7pm when they get home. It was good to see my family and old friends again, but my thoughts would always fall back on my dream of hearing my sister in law moaning my name as I eat her out. Well, got back to their place about 8pm or so, and rang the bell, but no one answered. I called the house number but with no luck. I figured they were not home yet and was about to leave when the door opened and she waved at me to come in. As I walked past her, I could see some sweat on her forehead as she told me she were ummmmmmm on the phone with a client. (yeah right, I believe it). They were upstairs fucking to my best thought, but then I realized his car was not there and she was still dressed from work. As she passed me my cock hardened again knowing those were thigh highs she had on and she could fuck on a minutes notice. I went into the living room and sat on the couch as she went into the kitchen, she came back out with two beers and said that he would not be into later on, he was working till 10pm or so on finishing a project for work.

I was handed a beer as she sat right next to me on the couch. Her silky black legs were withing inches of rubbing against my legs. She took a drink or two of beer and I guess intended to non chalantly place her beer on the end table next to me (yeah right, why not use the coffee table that was in front of her) and leaned over me as I had a full view of her incredible tits as they jiggled back and fourth and against me, while in the process she had her hand on my thigh to do this, need I mention my cock was at full attention? I knew now that this was more then a small tease that was going on between us for many years, so I needed to return the tease so I could test the waters, I knew it would be a good two hours before he got home from work, so I had some time to tease.

We sat and talked for a good half hour, more then a few times our eyes made contact with eachother and we both felt it. I could feel now that we both wanted something to happen, but we were afraid of the other's response. It must have been close to 9pm by now and I knew that it was now or never, this chance of being alone and the moment being right would not happen again. We started talking about her work and how much she is stressed out, at this point she turned more toward me and crossed her closest leg to me over the other one to get closer as we talked, we both knew now that this was going to happen and it could not be stopped. as she did that I gently placed my hand on her calf, she looked down at my hand and asked me what I was doing? I said that I did not even realize it and said I was sorry. The softness of her silk covered legs in my hand made me nearly cum. She did not say anything, so maybe I was wrong about the inevitable with us? I knew that she could make out the bulge in my shorts, there was no hiding it. I caught her looking down a few times then quickly looking back up.

She said that she was going to get changed to get more comfortable, now either this was a very good thing or a very bad thing, all I knew is that I wanted to have her more then ever and the time was now.

As she stood up, I also stood up with the intention of moving my legs so she could walk between the couch and the cocktail table, as I did this, my next tease hit me, I grabbed my beer very casually and moved a step to the edge of the couch so she would brush against me as she walked past me, as I did this, she leaned over to take her heels off and I got a wonderful view of those 38D's that were swaying. I stared until she started to look at me and I quickly started to drink my beer. As she went to pass me she looked at me and we made eye contact, she came closer to pass me, my cock was throbbing vicously, and I could see her nipples getting firm under her sweater. As she passed me, our bodies were firmly touching as she stopped and kiddingly said "hello", I laughed and as we were still pressed together she said " can I ask you something?" As I said sure we made eye contact again, and this was the defining moment, this was finally it, we slowly leaned toward eachother and kissed, after 20 years of wanting and dreaming, I could not believe the feeling, I did not even realize I dropped my beer, and I felt her arms go around me and her shoes drop to the floor. This was a dream come true, we kissed very pasionately for what must of been 7 or 8 minutes, my cock was pressed into her and I knew she felt it.

I took the lead and turned and sat on the couch as she stratled me right there, my cock was jerking trying to get to her pussy. We both were completely lost in our feelings, time meant nothing, him coming home meant nothing, this was about US and US only! My hands gently rubbed her back as we kissed. I undid the clasp on her bra and ran my hands around to let her tits out and feel me. As I did, I felt how incredibly soft those melons were, I lifted up her top and bra to reveal an incredible set of tits, her nipples were a very dark pink and must of stuck out a good half inch at least, also a set that I dreamed of fucking with my cock for sooo long. I could feel her grinding her pussy against me, she needed to be helped here to releive this pain. I rolled her over and off me, I kneeled on the floor and slowly kissed my way up her leg, as I lifted her skirt, the thigh highs became appearant and the sight of no panties nearly made me cum right there. She pushed herself forward on the couch so she could lift her legs and lean them on my shoulders so I could suck that clit to a huge orgasm. She lifted her ass to meet my tongue and it was the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. Her dark red bush was very rough and had not been shaven in a while. The second my tongue touched her clit, she moaned in relief. I had my tongue deep inside her womb as I started to feel her body quiever, I knew she was about to cum hard and I wanted it to happen. She started moaning and twitching violently until she exploded her juices on my tongue and in my mouth. At this point, her juices already left a wet mark on the couch. She came hard a few times while eating her pussy and sucking that clit of hers, all the time listening to her moaning my name and screaming "I'm cumming hard, I'm cumming hard again!". I felt the precum leaking out of me, I knew I would not last long at all.....

She stopped me from eating her out and pulled me onto the couch, she then took her top off letting those incredible melons out. She then reached down and undid her skirt, and that hit the floor.

Was this really happening, was my dream coming true, I am in her living room with a raging hard on with her kneeling in front of me with thigh highs on only, was I dreaming this, NO, it was real.

She started to kiss my thighs as her her lead up to my balls. She took my sack in her mouth and started sucking on it, I could feel the cum being held back begging to jet out. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft a few times and in one fast motion took my cock into her mouth. When I felt the suction dtart, it took everything I had to hold back. After about 20 seconds I had her stop and took my now slick cock in between her tits. The feeling of softness had me in a state of wanting to cum right then and there. She held her tits together as my cock slid up and down between them, her nipples rubbing softly on my waist. I desperately wanted that pussy badly, but the tit fuck I was getting was incredible. Seeing the passion in how deeply she was doing this, and seeing her eyes open and look up at me was all too much for me!

That was it, I felt my balls contract and I could not hold back any longer, I knew this was going to be an explosion of cum I had never seen before. I grabbed on to those nipples as hard as I could as I started to errupt all over. The first jet hit her neck and hair, the second jet sprayed her face and chin, the third jet covered her neck again, shot after shot was more powerful then the last. I nearly blacked out after cumming that hard. Her tits, neck and lower face was dripping with my cum, it was a dream come true for me and obviously for her too!

I could see some disappointment in her eyes as not fucking her pussy but no man in my position for 20 years could have lasted longer then me.

I pulled up my shorts and went into the kitchen for a wet towel or rag, as I turned around she was there with her clothes in her hand (what an incredible feeling seeing a woman you wanted soooooo badly covered in your cum) and she quickly wiped her tits off and face and neck and said she needed to get in the shower quickly. She turned away as I knew she was upset, I placed my hand on her shoulder, stopped her, and gave her a gentle kiss and said that I wanted her from the first day I met her, she did not beieve me, but when I recalled exactly what she wore that day I first met her, she was beside herself in disbelief.

She asked me when I was leaving and I smiled and said I should be going tomorrow morning to head back home.................but I could stay another day! She smiled and said she thought maybe she should use some of that sick time she had at work and take tomorrow off?

Needless to say I had just made a date with my wife's sister to fuck her and suck her for the next day, I could not believe this was happening to me, and how in the hell would I sleep tonight thinking about fucking her pussy tomorrow, and sucking that incredible juice from her.

To be continued.......

I KNEW SHE WOULD

itsonlyfun on Cheating Stories

 I had a gut feeling about this happening.

We were 30 & 32 at the time and both highly sexed.

 A small summary about us; We're a happy couple living in suburbia,have a great sex life and have gradually explored our sexual appetite in the seven years of marriage. Our rear garden is discreetly private by the growth of hedges and trees. This allows sexual freedom for us.

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 Over a period of time I knew my mates in varying degrees had the hots for my wife Jackie. Flirting was not a problem for me in fact I got a real buss from it when directed at Jacki

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e. Time had proved my wife got very wet on receiving the attention,which was mostly light fun. Of late I had a gut feeling one mate in particular was getting difficulty in hiding he wanted more from Jackie than she realised. Pillow talk covered this at various time but my wife just giggled and lightly passed it off.

 On the other hand,in my hidden agenda I had a huge desire for a three in the bed experience - me, Jackie and another male - as I wasn't sure about her feelings on this topic,I'd kept it buried in my thoughts,but in fairness to my wife she had let me watch her being fucked by our bestman some while ago. He equally didn't realise I had,had an input to this by munipulating the situation.

 So in the current situation I had a few schemes floating around in my head to achieve my desire. To start with I'd never made any secret to my mates of how active and good sex is with my wife. Surprisingly I found some of my mates had admitted to very mundane sexual activity with their spouses. Dave,the mate with his tongue drulling for my wife was one of these. Armed with this knowledge I realised a way to get my plan moving was to let it be known to Dave I had a specific day in the week for a repetitive activity,namely a visit to my mothers also mentioning Jackie didn't come with me as they didn't get on together.

 Plan set,I added some fuel by making Dave aware of the time I get there and how hard it was to get away again. Never before 9pm. I lied. Came the first occurance I'd calculated the odds of Dave turning up as 60/40 but the chance of Jackie letting him fuck her to be 20/80 against. More likely he'd get a bit of tit squeezing if he caught her right. Sure enough,on arriving home Jackie blabbed,Dave came round but you weren't here,I told him where you were at; he said he didn't know that.

 Great plan - Did he say what he wanted? "No" I bet he really wanted a look at your tits, "Why" They all know you don't put a bra on,you must have noticed how they look at them when your nipples go hard! "No" You must do? "No" A super blush appeared from wifey's neck to her forehead. He tried it on didn't he? I tormented. "No he did not" Get on with you, "If you're so sure,go on then,what did he try?" To get a fuck? "Don't be stupid you know I wouldn't - alright,so he tried,it was no big deal" So,if he didn't get it,what did he get? "Well if you must know,he did manage a grope" Grope what? "My tits,you know a squeeze outside,then the bastard managed to get them both on the skin and... he had a hardon"

 Were you tempted? "Tempted what?" You know, I made a dry fucking movement. "NO I WASN'T" Ah! poor bugger don't get much. "Tough" ... In bed about an hour later I noted her pussy was extremely juicy so I was spot on with my gamble. Next week, he'll be back and I bet he'll try harder. I'd decided come next week I'll help Dave by starting Jackie a bit before departing,just rub her in all the right places,then assuming she doesn't dart off to masterbate to an orgasm,Dave will have his chance and I plan to be there to see it.

 A bit more of my plan; In our sheltered garden one can be quite inconspicuous and the french windows give excellent viewing from within or from outside in. A standard light virtually always on throws a bright area to the middle of the room. The only bit of my plan I can't overcome is if it happens at all, it happens upstairs! The week drags but then we're there. I fully intend to be around for the start.

 On leaving I detour round to secret my car and return via the back entrance to wait in my shed. As anticipated,Dave arrives and instead of knocking at the front door enters through the partly open french windows. Better than I planned,he has left the door type windows wide open whereas it was only ajar before. Even from my temporary observation point I can see my wife has her legs in such a position I can see up to her knickers if she had any on,which she hasn't. That was another thing I took care of when I was arousing her.

 Dave must have noticed this and sure enough he now sat with his back to the garden allowing himself a good view of my wifes pussy as her legs adjusted position occassionally. I now moved to my planned vantage point and while doing this my wife had got up and presented Dave with a glass while having one herself. On her turning back towards her seat Dave took a squeeze of her buttocks. Making to slap his hand she said,"None of that,you nearly made me spill my glass" - "Don't be like that,no one will no if,You know" - "Forget it,it ain't about to happen!" - "Just a bit of funning then" - "NO"

 Jackie having placed her drink down had a little smirky smile across her lips that just may have meant,maybe if you try harder. Dave,concluding the same moved on her like a stalking animal. I think my wife intended to move in resistance but not quickly enough,so Dave was now over her and his mouth was on Jackie's lips forcing a kiss from her. As she squirmed and wriggled to get out from under,first her legs went wide open revealing her hot pussy lips - I noted pussy was very puffy so from this I knew she was still as hot as hell, - Followed by her wriggling downwards her jumper had ridden up her chest allowing her tits to escape, - nipples flushed and as hard as organ stops. Eventually she finished up on the floor,even then in half turning she nearly escaped but in doing so revealed her lovely round cheeks and ass crack.

 "No,get off me" To late I knew,all the signs were there that my mate was about to fuck my wife. Wrestling his hand with her's Jackie lost as his fingers found her clitoris and hole. Still resisting but much less,"You fucking bastard" took on the tone I knew so well,this was the tone of - come on make me cum - Dave moved over to her side as she wrestled to get her skirt off - now naked from above her tits down, I watched my mate bring my wife to the boil,hands and mouth all over her sexy body. Memorising every detail of his hand and body movements till he got rid of his bottom clothing and offered his knob to her. Jerking in orgasm "Put it in for fucks sake get it in NOW" With a loud ugh! my wifes pussy devoured Daves cock.

 Then they were off, him like a jockey,her coming up at his cock like the horses saddle. Following Daves last mighty thrusts Jackie came with him,Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! as his jism found its mark in my wifes belly. They both collapsed to each other,my wifes legs open wide with Daves between but not closed allowing me a view of his sagging ball bag lying gently against my wifes ass cheeks. Wanking steadily the plants now got my contribution,a very large offering of jism dangling from the leaves.

 I heard Dave ask to have a lick at her pussy but it wasn't to be. "Not this week" - So this part of my plan had been achieved. Next the two up persuasion part. But I had concluded they needed a few weeks of what they'd just enjoyed before I coersed them further.

A secret quick goodbye

boredhousewife1986 on Cheating Stories

I've always been attracted to my best friend's husband. Since my sex life with my own husband is pretty terrible, I've been flirting with and fantasizing about him. This is the story I wrote after saying goodbye to him in my skimpy pjs one morning after I slept over at their house.

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She came down the stairs eager for her last few moments of touch, knowing this would have to be enough to hold her off until the next time. Moving quickly down the last few steps, her large breasts swollen from the pregnancy moved under her tight tank top like liquid. Rounding the corner she saw he was already at the door, ready to leave. She hoped he noticed her hard nipples poking through her shirt in anticipation, her long legs moving swiftly in the short shorts she always wore to bed, especiall

Relaxing by the pool.

Mackem69 on Cheating Stories

Tom and I lived in a nice apartment complex that had its own pool and one afternoon while relaxing by the pool, I noticed a tall black man entering the pool area, he had very dark skin, so dark he almost look purple. He soon came over and introduced himself to me, his name was Brad and he had just moved into the complex. Brad talked with me a while and then stood up and said he had to do some lap

Studying Abroad

Llee213 on Cheating Stories

100% true only the names have change



My name is Cindy i am 23 years old, 5'2 115lbs long wavy black hair, brown eyes and light skin, along with that i have a nice size booty for my body and a 36b bra size. I went to Brazil to study abroad there for about 4 months, leaving behind my boyfriend. Now let me tell you this, i have never cheated on my boyfriend and by me going to Brazil i had no inte

Ann

whwilson on Cheating Stories

Ann

"Come on in," Ann said. "It doesn’t look like anyone is here."

"Whacha mean? I tought ya said ya lifted alones." I heard her quest say with a very southern drawl. I grew up in south Louisiana so I recognized the accent as being southern black. I also thought it sounded a lot like the local bouncer at the El Matador Lounge, one of the few blacks in Prescott, Arizona. "Whacha gots ta drink. Days alwez closen downz da bar ‘for I gits enuff ta get loaded. Wonts let me drink whiltz I quarden da door an kickts us out whenz it closes," he complained.

"I have a couple of Curz left. Looks like someone was here and drank up most of the beer," Ann said from behind the refrigerator door. "Let me check up here

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and see if they found my stash of Jack," she said.

I’d been out of town for six days fighting a forest fire near Flagstaff. I got in around 7 pm and drove by Ann’s house to see if she was home. I thought it would be a nice surprise since I wasn’t expected to get off the fire for at least another week. Her Mustang was gone so I didn’t even stop. I drove down to the stables below her house to see if she was messing around with her horses. She wasn’t there either. When I backed up to turn around, I slipped into the ditch along side the road. It had rained some and I got stuck up to the rear axles. I didn’t feel like digging out and decided to crash at Ann’s house for the night. We had been seeing each other for a month or so and I knew she would be glad to see me.

I walked up to her place and went in. She never locked her doors since there were always people coming and going. I went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Coors and drank it straight down. It had been a long dry spell since I left. It’s hard to find beer in fire camp so the cold brew really hit the spot. I drank a couple more. I thought about going out but was too tired and the buzz from the beer was making me sleepy. I decided to lay down and wait for Ann to get home.

As usual, her bedroom was a mess. The room was so small and cluttered that there wasn’t space enough to throw my boots and cloths on the floor without getting them on her stuff. Since they were dirty, I kicked them into the closet that was about three feet from the end of her crumpled bed. I crawled into bed and fell right to sleep. I didn’t ster a muscle until I heard her and her friend come in the house. I looked at the bedside clock and it was 2:45 am. Looks like she had closed the bars down and brought back some company.

"You want some JD Lou?" Ann said after discovering that she still had a half bottle of Jack Daniels on the top shelf behind the boxes of stale cereal. Hearing the name, I knew I was right about her guest. Lou was the bouncer at the bar we hung out at. He was a big black man that had a reputation as a real bad-ass if you crossed him or got too rowdy in the bar. I’d seen him throw out a couple of cowboys so I knew he could live up to his reputation.

"Ya, dat sounds good. Hands ovfer da bottle," Lou said. I started to get up and join them when Lou said to Ann, "Plant da sweet ass rights cheer in my lap and tells me the res of the fan’ce you halve ‘bout fucken black duddz."

"You know what they say about black guys?" Ann began. "I have never been fucked by one and have always wondered if it’s true about how big their cock’s are and how hard they screw," she continued. "Since my boyfriend is out of town, I decided to hang around till closing time to see if you would be interested in fulfilling my fantasy and let me find out if it’s really true or not."

Right then I had a decision to make. I could either go out front and confront them before this went any further or – hide in the closet and find out just how far it would go. Well, Lou is a big guy – I don’t know how he would react to me interfering with his obvious interest in fucking some white meat. I was also curious to see if Ann would really carry out her plan. We were not engaged or anything, but it was understood that we were seeing each other exclusively. Given the choices, I slid from the bed and opened the sliding cloth entrance to her closet. There wasn’t much room, but by moving some stuff around, I had a comfortable spot in the far corner. I opened the curtains just enough to have a clear view of her bed. By moving over a little more, I could also see them at her kitchen table.

Ann had handed the bottle of Jack to Lou and sat down on his lap. After a giant swig from the bottle, Lou screwed the top back on and put it on the floor. Since Ann was only 5’4" and Lou stood well over 6’, she was literally engulfed in his lap. He pulled her head around to face his and leaned down giving her an open-mouthed kiss that took her by surprise. I could tell she decided to go for it. After hesitantly letting him kiss her, she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing back with just as much vigor. While still kissing, she stood up and repositioned herself on his lap by putting her legs on both sides of his hips, in a face to face position. She pulled herself deep into his lap and threw her head back as he held her from falling. This exposed her breast and Lou didn’t waste any time moving from her mouth to her tits. He started biting her boobs through her blouse and bra. He still had one hand behind her back, holding her snug in his lap, but with the other hand he started pulling her shirt-tail out of her jeans and working on the buttons. She straightened up and pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. Lou then pushed up on her bra until her left tit was exposed. He took as much of her 36D’s in his mouth as he could while he flipped the bra latch at her back. Ann took the bra and threw it on the floor while she stood on her toes bring her tits up to his mouth. Lou was ready for her. He held her close to his mouth and began sucking and biting her tits.

Neither of them said anything. There was a lot of moaning and wet slurps as his mouth let go of one tit and started on the other. Even from where I was, I could see that Ann was getting excited and her nipples were jutting out of each of her large brown aureoles. She must have also felt his bulge increase in his pants because she started rubbing her hand as hard as she could on the lump in his pants.

"Takes it e’zy gurl. I’z not goen’ annawher," Lou said as he moved back from her tits and grabbed her hand that was pawing at his cock through his pants. "Git up an lets me take off dees cloths," he said.

"Sorry," she said. "I just got excited and if that sausage in you pants is for real, I have just got to see it."

"Oh, it’s far real," he replied as he took off his pants. I was just about as surprised as Ann when he stepped out of his pants and boxers and exposed his monster cock to the open air. It had to be 12" long and as big around as my arm. It did look just like a summer sausage. Although it was obvious that Lou was circumcised, the head of his cock wasn’t that much bigger around than the shaft.

Ann was entranced! "My god, it’s a monster. You can’t possibly fuck with that thing – you would split girls in half before you got it all the way in," she gasp. She took a step to get closer to him and reached out to hold his giant dick. She took him in both hands and I could tell that her fingers couldn’t close all the way around it. "This is the most incredible thing I have ever seen," she exclaimed. "I’ve just got to have it. I may not be able to take all of you, but I’ll take all I can."

Lou sat back down in the chair and pulled Ann over to him. He pushed her down to her knees in front of him and moved her hands up to his cock. Lou said, "Stroke it. I’z not efen hard yat." He cupped Ann’s tits in both hands as she started to give him a hand-job. She was really getting in to it. Instead of just moving her hands up and down on his shaft, she raised up from her knees with each stroke so that her tits were bouncing as she pumped him. It was all Lou could do to hold on to them. Finally he let go of her tits and held her around the rib cage helping her move up and down as she pounded him. Her tits were flopping without any constraints, moving up and down on the inside of his thighs and over his balls. I could see the juice starting to flow from his dick, making it slicker for Ann to slide between her hands. Finally he held her down and took her hands off his cock.

"Yuz ready to see if’n ya can take me?" he said as he grabbed Ann by the head and moved her over to the tip of his cock. I could tell he was excited and his statement sounded more like a command than a question.

"You’ve got to be kidding – I can’t suck that thing!" Ann protested. "I’ll give you a hand job and even let you fuck me, but please don’t make me eat you."

"Alright, where ya wanna get fuckz," he said.

I could tell Ann was getting a little scared and flustered. "In the pussy," Ann said emphatically. "Where else do you think I’d want it?"

"I knows da silly," Lou smiled. "I’z means, what room?"

They both laughed after that. That seemed to break the ice and Ann looked like she relaxed for the first time. "Get your black ass in the bedroom," she laughed and swatted him on the butt as he turned around to see where she was pointing. "I’ve got to go to the bathroom and see if I can find some K-Y or something. I have a feeling that this is going to be a tight fit."

As Lou headed for the bedroom, I quietly scooted over to the other side of the closet and found my position looking directly over the end of the bed. Now if no one looks in the closet or closes the curtain, I’ll have a ringside seat.

Ann came out of the bathroom. She had removed her pants and panties and stood completely naked in front of Lou who was resting on the bed. They had left the kitchen light on which was sufficient to make out everything happening in bed while keeping the closet in the shadows.

"Comear gurl. Lets me show yuz what ya been missen fucken round wid dem white boyz,’ Lou said as he pulled Ann down on the bed.

Ann crawled into bed, her big tits hanging down almost touching the rumpled sheets. "Lay down on your back," she said. "I want to set down on that giant cock and see if it will fit."

"Oh we’ll makes it fits, I jes don know how youz will feel in da mornin. Once ya had black you’ll neber go back," he said as he stretched out on his back letting his still erect cock slap up against his stomach.

Ann straddled him raising high on her knees to get the head of his cock positioned under her pussy. Her back was towards me and I could see that she wasn’t high enough to get it started and his dick was too hard to bend. She had to put one foot under her to get up high enough to let the head of his cock settle on the entrance to her cunt. She lowered herself on him very slowly. From the way her pussy was able to take him in must of meant she found some K-Y to lube herself up with.

While holding on to the shaft, Ann continued to lower herself on his cock. When it was in about halfway, she started moving up and down in a fucking motion. "Take it easy," she pleaded. "I don’t know if I can take any more."

She continued to move up and down as Lou started lifting his hips meeting her on the way down. They got into a pretty good rhythm. Ann leaned over his chest and let herself back down to her knees. At this angle, she was still only fucking about half of his cock, but was able to let it move in and out without any struggle.

Ann was moaning and pleading with Lou to be gentle. I raised up a little to get an even better view. I could tell from the amount of lubrication that Ann was getting wetter than the store bought lubricant provided. She was really starting to hump. The way she was stretched, it looked like she was being fucked by a horse.

"I can’t believe how good this feels. You are so tight in me that I can feel parts of my cunt being filled that I never felt before," she moaned. "Who ever said size doesn’t matter was never fucked by you," she joked as she continued to move easier and easier on his cock.

I could see that he was almost in. Lou must have known that he had to take his time for his partner to get accustomed to his equipment. About the time Ann was almost to his ball, Lou reached up and turned her over. He positioned her doggy style facing directly at me. She raised up on all fours letting her huge tits dangle over the bed.

I was looking straight into Ann’s face no more than five feet away. When Lou mounted her from behind, I could see her eyes roll back into her head. "Be easy – slow – move it around a little – that’s it – more – more – I can feel you pushing against my stomach from the insides," Ann coached. "I don’t think I can take anymore – that’s enough."

At that moment I looked away from Ann’s face and looked at Lou. All of a sudden he grabbed her by the waist, straightened up slightly, and gave a sudden shove forward. From the look on his face and the surprise in Ann’s, I knew he drove his cock in all the way.

Lou held still for a few seconds allowing Ann to get accustom to his huge dick buried all the way to the hilt in her pussy. I thought she would scream and fight to get away, but instead she reached around and found her pillows and put them under her chest keeping her ass sticking up in the air for easy access for Lou. She hugged her pillows, got a serious look on her face, and said, "Fuck me!"

I don’t think Lou had to be told what to do. He started slowly moving in and out. As Ann’s snatch stretched out and she got use to the pounding deep inside her, Lou picked up speed. He gave her a hard slap on the ass and started really fucking her. He never missed a stroke. After awhile, Ann started moving with him. She got back up on her hands, pushing her chest off the bed.

Her tits were bouncing and sweat was gleaming from her forehead. She started moaning as Lou continued to give her the fucking of her life. "Fuck me Lou. I’m feeling it now. Fuck me as hard as you want – I’m your bitch. Fuck me. Don’t stop – I’m starting to cum. Please don’t stop," she moaned.

I had been stroking my own moderately sized cock every since they got into bed. I could feel my own orgasm starting to rise as Ann got more and more excited. Lou looked like he was on the verge of shooting his load to as he fucked out of control.

At about the time I was about to explode, Ann said something that I had never her say before. Ann froze and grabbed back at Lou to make him stop pumping when he was all the way inside her. When he had stopped, Ann said in perfect composure, "Lou honey, when I tell you to, I want you to stick you finger as far us my ass as you can. Will you do that for me sweetie?"

Lou only grunted and proceeded to fuck with abandonment. I could see that Ann was back into the thralls of pre-climax and knew she was on the edge. Just as I was about to shoot my load into a pile of dirty cloths, Ann screamed, "Now Lou, stick you finger in my ass while I cum all over your dick. Do it now – deeper – put it all the way in. Good, good – fuck, I’m cumming. Slow down - let me feel my orgasm. Hold me – I’m cuuumming now. Move your finger. Fuck me in the ass with your finger – ugh – fuck – fuck."

Ann collapsed on the bed. I shot my load all over the place but managed to keep quiet. Finally Ann said, "FUCK. That was incredible."

She finally remembered that Lou was still there and ready to get his rocks off. He turned her on her back and move his giant body and equally giant cock up over her. He straddled her chest and began to move his cock between her tits. Ann put the pillows under her head to give her a better view and reached out to hold her tits together around the shaft of his cock. Lou continued to fuck her as he slowly moved up sticking his dick between her boobs, but inching the head closer and closer to her mouth. Ann resisted opening her mouth as his cock was now pushing directly against her lips. As she moved her head from side to side, Lou’s cock stabbed her under the nose, in her clinched mouth, and along her face. I could see from the look in his eyes that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Lou reached down and held Ann’s face still. He grabbed her jaw and said ,"Opens up bich. Yuz got yours and now iz my turn. Open yuz mouth an I’ll be eazy on ya – buts if’n you bite, I’ll smak yuz side da head."

"No," Ann pleaded. "Not now – let me at least clean the pussy juice off. Let me out of bed and I’ll suck you just as soon as I clean up."

Lou wasn’t going for it. He put his hand over her nose and held it until Ann grasped for air. She opened up just a little, but Lou was ready and pushed his cock past her lips. "Openz ya mouth ‘for I smack ya," he said showing her a raised open hand.

I guess I should have come to her rescue but didn’t. First, Lou would have probably killed me. Secondly, Ann got herself into this mess. If you play with fire, expect to get burned. I just sat there for now. I made up my mind that if he actually hit her or if she was in any imminent danger, I would attempt to come to her aid. In the meantime I would watch this play out.

"I can’t take that in my mouth," Ann whimpered.

"Yez ya can – now openz ya mouth," Lou once again demanded.

Ann must have seen the futility of holding out and gradually opened her mouth. Lou rolled both of them over so he was on his back and she was on her hands and knees. He pushed her down to his cock as she moved to put her cunt directly in his face – in a perfect 69 position. Although I could no longer see Ann’s face, I watched as her head started bobbing up and down. I don’t know how much of Lou’s cock was in her mouth, but he started moving his hips in rhythm with Ann’s movements. I could hear slurping sounds coming from Ann and could hear her cough when Lou pushed up too hard. There was an occasional gagging sound until they got synchronized.

When Ann finally settled down to giving Lou what he wanted, he stuck a couple of finger in her pussy and moved them back and forth. At first Ann didn’t respond. But the more Lou stroked, the more Ann stopped fighting it and moved into his fingers. Lou then spread her pussy lips and started licking her from bottom to top. Each time he moved up to her clit, she would jump a little and then set down as hard as she could on his mouth. Gradually Ann started responding more to Lou’s mouth and lost her concentration on his dick. Lou seemed to be enjoying the effects he was having on Ann and didn’t seem to mind when she let go of his dick. She pushed back to get more pressure between his mouth and her pussy. She raised up a little to give him more access to her clitoris. I could tell she was nearing another orgasm by her rapid movements and the steady stream of moans coming from her. Just as she was cumming, Lou licked his middle finger and jabbed it all the way up her ass hole. Ann let out a scream and then collapsed as visible shivers passed through her body with each wave of the climax.

She didn’t have time to fully recover. Lou picked her up and threw her to the floor on the side of the bed. As he set on the edge of the bed he pulled her over between his legs, putting his cock between her lips. Ann didn’t resist this time and took in a portion of his dick. I could see her cheeks moving as she sucked on him. Lou let her find her own pace before he started humping back with each of her down-strokes.

"Dats good gurl. Suck me good. I’z don wanna hurtz ya, so keep doin what yuz doin," he said as he leaned back on the bed.

Ann actually seemed to be doing all right considering the initial resistance. I could see his cock moving in and out at her own pace as she moved her head up and down. She even occasionally lowered him deeper into her mouth as she appeared to try giving him deep throat.

Lou started getting more and more excited. I don’t know how he had lasted so long. They had been fucking for over an hour and his cock continued to stay rock hard.

Finally he sat back up and grabbed for Ann’s tits that were swaying between his legs. He gave them a squeeze and played with her nipples for a few seconds. Then his hands went up to grasp Ann on both sides of her face. All of a sudden his head went back and he thrust his hips up and pulled Ann down on his cock. He crammed it deep into Ann’s throat and I could see she was terrified.

On the other hand, Lou was in ecstasy. "Das it, suck ma dick. Takes dis spunk down ya troat. Yea, here comes annoder load. Sucks it bich," Lou shouted as he continued to hold Ann down deep on his cock. I could see Ann’s throat muscles involuntarily swallow as Lou shot his load down her. I thought she was about to pass out and started to get up when he let her go. Just as she was desperately pulling off his cock, he shot another load of cum in her mouth. She coughed and let about a cup of semen gush from her mouth as she finally freed herself from him. Her face was red and she sat on the floor hard trying to catch her breath.

As she was gasping for air, Lou got out of bed and started putting on his cloths. By the time Ann had regained most of her composure, Lou was fully dressed with his hand on the back door.

"Well, I guess I better be leaving now," Lou said without a trace of an accent. "It’s been fun. I sure hope your fantasy about fuckinz a poor ol’ nigger came true," he said, "but you better stick with your white trash cowboys. I don’t think your ready to move up into my league yet."

"You bastard," was all she could say. "Just wait until I tell all the people down at the club what a fake you are."

"What makes you think they would believe a slut like you," he said as he closed the door.

………………………….

He had a point. I gathered up my cloths when Ann went in to take a shower. I walked back to my place as the sun was coming up. Maybe I didn’t know Ann as well as I thought I did – and anyway, she did have a giant dose of black.

 

Fun with my mom's best friend

wayoutgirl on Cheating Stories

It was a hot summer day, my mom's best friend Jane had called me. She wanted me to go help her clean herfish tank.So I went over and we got straight to cleaning the tank. she was wearing an old white shirt with some tight jeans. while we were cleaning the tank some water got onto her shirt near her boob and nipple area. i looked over at it when she wasnt looking and I could tell she had no bra on and her right nipple was hard due to the water. Afther we finsished cleaning the tank she said she was going down the street tot he store to buy some stuff for her new bathroom that just got remolded.She asked if I wanted to go with her but I said no I'll saty here and play that new video game you bought. When she left I got a boner thinking about her hard nipple, so i went into her bedroom to

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check out some stuff. I looked threw her draws and i found what I was looking for a bra. I wanted to see what size her boobs were. So i grabbed a red bar and i look on the tag of it and it said 38C. I still had that boner so i started to jerk off with her bra and a pair of her dirty thongs from her hamper. About 15 minutes later she walked into her bedroom and saw what i was doing. then she asked me if I would like to see her model in her bra and thongs. As a 17 year old male i said yes! she came back out and spun around and i got to see her buttcheeks because she had a thong on.I dropped my cell phone  on the floor, and she picked it up for me and i saw her whole cleavage. She caught me looking at them. Then she told be that she will be right back and when she came back in she was fully nude. Jane asked me if i wanted any pleasure from her so i said can i get a nice long lapdance. Jane gave me one  and the her hand went down my pants and she started to stroke my penis. Next thing i know my shorts and boxers are at my knees and she started to suck my dick. grabbed her tits while she was doing that. Then i told her to stop and i sucked on her tits. After that she let me do her up the ass it felt so good doing that. She told me to eat her out next so i did and that was also great. I did that for a few mintues then i asked if i could fuck her i told her i had a condom with me. She said i could but i dont need the condom becuase she got her tubes tied. I insterted my penis into her pussy and started going in and out. I looked over at the clock and it was 5:30 and i had to be home for dinner. SO i got dressed but b4 i left i felt those great boobs again. She told me that i could keep her bra and thong as a soviner and to jerk off with later if i wanted to. Right b4 i left i asked if i could get a nude pics of her on my cell phone and she said sure. As i was driving home i said to myself man i cant wait till next month to go clean that fish tank. When i got home after dinner i went to my bedroom and started to jerk off with the bra and witht that great nude pic of her

Big ass smoke break

donutthrower on Cheating Stories

I AM A SINGLE MAN WHO WORKS AT HOME. MY NAME IS BILL. IM 27YEARS OLD 6'2" 200LBS WITH A LITTLE TAN. I AM ALWAYS WEARING MY PJ'S AND I AM A LITTLE LESS THAN BUFF.  THIS MORNING ABOUT 9:30 THERE WAS A KNOCK AT MY DOOR.  WHEN I ANSWERED IT WAS MY NEIGHBOR'S WIFE. THEY LIVE ABOUT A HALF MILE AWAY, AND SHE RODE TO MY PLACE ON A BICYCLE TO GET A CIGARETT.  OF COURSE I OBBLIGED. I ALSO OFFERED TO TAKE HER TO THE STORE AND BUY HER A PACK. WHEN SHE DECLINED I ASKED HER WHY.

  "MY HUSBAND IS A HEALTH NUT AND HE WOULD LIKELY BEAT MY ASS IF HE FOUND THEM."   "WHERE IS HE NOW?" I ASKED.  "HE LEFT FOR WORK ABOUT AN HOUR AGO, AND HE WILL BE AT LEAST A FEW HOURS.  THAT IS THE ONLY WAY I KNOW HE WONT FIND

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OUT."  "SINCE HE WILL BE A WHILE, WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME IN FOR A DRINK. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD USE ONE."  "THAT SOUNDS NICE, I THINK I WILL."  AS SHE REPLIED WITH A SMILE.

   SHE APPEARED TO BE ABOUT 40  5'5" 220 LBS WITH A VERY BIG ASS  AND WAS WEARING PURPLE SILK PJ SHORTS WITH A MATCHING BUTTON DOWN TOP THAT JUST HAD TWO BUTTONS THAT WERE VERY LOW, SHOWING MORE THAN A LITTLE CLEVAGE.  "HOW DOES SCOTCH SOUND?"  "OH HONEY YOU KNOW MY FAVORITE!" SHE SAID EXITEDLY.  IT WAS A HOT DAY, ABOUT 95, AND I HAVE ONLY ONE ROOM WITH AC, THE BEDROOM. "IT IS LIKE AN OVEN IN HERE, DO YOU HAVE ANY COOL AIR?"  "ONLY IN THE BEDROOM." I REPLIED.  HESETANTLY, SHE AGREED BUT ONLY TO COOL OFF A LITTLE.  AS WE PASSED THROUGH THE KITCHEN SHE ASKED FOR A REFILL.  "THIS STUFF IS LIKE CANDY TO ME.  MY NAME IS VICKY BY THE WAY, WHAT IS YOURS?"  "BILL" I ANSWERED.

  AS WE ENTERED THE CRAMPED BEDROOM SHE NOTICED THE ONLY FURNITURE WAS THE DESK, AND THE BED.  "WHERE CAN I SIT?" SHE ASKED.  "WELL THE ONLY CHOICES ARE THE FLOOR OR THE BED" I ANSWERED.  AFTER A COUPLE OF MINUTES, SHE WAS ON HER FOURTH SCOTCH.  "IF YOU WANT TO RIDE THAT BIKE HOME, YOU MIGHT WANT TO SLOW DOWN A BIT"  "ITS SO COOL IN HERE I MIGHT NOT WANT TO GO TILL THE LAST MINUTE."  WITH THAT SHE STRECHED OUT ON THE BED AND ROLLED CLOSE TO ME PRESSING HER TITS INTO MY HIP.  "I DONT THINK YOU'LL MIND.  WILL YOU?  BESIDES IT FEELS SO GOOD IN HERE AND THIS BED IS SOOO SOFT, BUT THESE SWEATY PJ'S ARE SO DAMN STICKY!"  AND RIGHT THEN SHE STOOD UP AND IN ONE MOVE SLIPPED OUT OF HER SHORTS AND RIGHT BACK INTO THE BED.  "I LOVE THE FEELING OF NICE COOL FRESH AIR BLOWING UP BETWEEN MY THIGHS" AS SHE POSITIONED HERSELF IN FRONT OF THE VENT AND SPREAD HER LEGGS TO FEEL THE COOL BREEZ ON HER SHAVED SLIT   "AND I KINDA LIKE SEEING YOU ENJOYING THE BREEZE.  LETS GET THAT SHIRT OFF SO YOU CAN FEEL THE BREEZE ON YOUR NICE BIG BREASTS."  "YOUR TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME ARENT YOU?" SHE ASKED.  "NO MA'AM I AM SEEING THIS NICE LOVELY LADY GETTING NAKED ON MY BED, I'M JUST TRYING TO FUCK YOU!"  "THEN WHAT'S STOPPING YOU"

   WITH THAT I WASTED NO TIME UNDRESSING AND POUNCING ON TOP OF HER. OUR LIPS EMBRACED AND TOUNGS INTERTWINED.  WITHOUT WARNING SHE REACHED DOWN LINING MY THROBBING COCK WITH HER WET CUNT.  WITH ONE VIOLENT THRASH I WAS ALL IN.  "OHHHHHHH" SHE SCREMED AS I MUTILATED HER PUSSY I FUCKED HER LIKE SHE WAS THE LAST WOMAN.

  I STOPPED AND ROLLED HER OVER FACE DOWN "FUCK MY PUSSY TILL YOU CUM IN ME"  SHE CRIED. I HELD HER ARMS BEHIND HER BACK AND USED HER LIKE A PIECE OF DIRTY MEAT. 

  AFTER ABOUT TEN MINUTES I ERUPTED A RIVER OF HOT JIZ INTO HER SUCKING SNATCH UNTILL WE BOTH WERE JUST UNABLE TO MOVE. 

   AFTER ABOUT AN HOUR SHE SUMMONED THE STRIENGTH TO GET DRESSED.  AS SHE WALKED OUT ON THE PORTCH SHE DRIBBLED THE OCCASIONALCUM DROP THROUGH HER PJ'S   "WANT A SMOKE TOMARROW?" I ASKED.   "NO ,BUT AS SOON AS I CAN HANDLE IT AGAIN ILL STOP BY FOR A SMOKE BREAK"

Presidential Fuck

cgpubr04 on Cheating Stories


The company I worked for was having a party in the Presidential suite at the biggest hotel in town. It was for an executive that was retiring after long service with the company. The suite is HUGE. It has a dinning room with a large oak bar on one side, A living room, and a large bedroom with a king size bed and his and hers bathrooms. Well the liquor was flowing, and I wasn’t eating as much as I should have, so I got a good buzz pretty quick. There where a few of us in the bedroom talking and drinking. I was talking to Suz, who works in the procurement department. She a real MILF. She’s about forty, blond hair, tits that were at least a c cup, and wore classy clothes that showed her body without

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looking trashy. And she’s married, and so am I. She seemed to be as high as I was and we were getting closer to each other, and I starting feeling the heat from her body. I know it was the booze that gave me the courage, but I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, and she kissed me back. It was a short kiss because other people were around us and we didn’t want them to notice and start rumors. Our faces were just inches away from each other’s and she whispered that we needed to find a more private place for some more kissing. That sounded good to me, and maybe a little more than that. The “Hers” bathroom was just to my left, so I guided her thru the door and locked it behind me. When I turned around, she wrapped her arms around me and we started kissing again. Well, my dick was hard as soon as we kissed the first time, so I knew she had to be feeling it now as we were pressed together. My hands started to roam and I pushed her back a little so I could cup those round tits. She was wearing a silk blouse and bra, and the feeling was making my dick even harder. I started working on the buttons of her blouse to get it open, the unsnapped her bra. I pushed it up and got my first look at them. Beautiful!!! I went down and started to suck her nipples, first one then the other. By then she was rubbing my swollen cock through my pants. I started licking my way down her belly and pulled her skirt up and started licking her hairy pussy through her silk panties. I pushed them aside and went to work sticking my tongue into her wet pussy. I love eating pussy, and hers was one of the sweetest I’d ever lapped. She slid up and sat on the vanity top so she could wrap her legs around my head. After a few minutes I could feel her starting to tense up and knew that an orgasm was coming soon. I had a couple of fingers fucking her, and I took them out and started sticking them in her ass. That really got her close to the edge. When I got them all the way in, I started just sucking on her clit, and that did it. She damn near squeezed my head of as she came. I stood up and got my cock and started rubbing it around her wet pussy and over her clit. She asked me to hurry and slam it in. So I did. God it was great. Tight, smooth, and real wet. She put her legs around my back and we started fucking like a couple of dogs in heat. Well she started to cum after just a few minutes. She was holding me tight and whispering to fuck her hard. Well, I was fucking her as hard as I could without letting everyone in the suite knowing that some heavy fucking was going on. She was on her third orgasim when I felt my balls start to release my cum. I was shooting cum for what felt like a long time as she was telling me how she was going to clean my dick up as soon as I pulled it out. Hearing that I did just that, and she dropped to her knees and sucked the last of my cum, and licked my balls clean of my cum and her pussy juice. It seemed only far that I do the same for he and picked her up and put her back on the vanity and started sucking my cum out of her swollen pussy. She leaned back and had one more orgasm. I stood up and we held each other for a few moments and then got a look at ourselves in the mirror. We realized that we hadn’t taken anything off. It was a great look. Her tits were still out with her bra around her neck, and her skirt up around her waist. Her panties were a mess. Between her pussy juice and my cum, that little patch of silk was soaked. My pants were around my knees and my now limp dick was hanging there looking well used. We washed up, smoothed our clothes out, and went back out to the party. Nobody seemed to notice that we had been gone or the fresh fucked look on our faces. We decided we had better split up before people started talking. Just before I walked away, she took my and pressed her cum soaked panties into mine. She said that she wanted me to keep them as a reminder of our Presidential fuck.

My Wife

Manville on Cheating Stories

My beautiful wife Emma and I have been married for six years and have two wonderful children. We had what I thought was a tight marriage and very exciting sex life. Emma is a very sexy Chinese lady from Hong Kong, 5’-6” long black flowing hair, green jade eyes and long sexy creamy tan legs that any man would die to have wrapped around him. I am your average Joe, school counselor who fights the hectic lifestyle to provide for my family. I give my wife the life she deserves, she works as a kindergarten teacher and enjoys a free life here in the States and has plenty of money to keep her happy. Happy isn’t that a joke, I thought we were great together. I would have done anything to keep her happy but I guess my 6-1/2 cock was not enough.

Several years a
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go we met a nice friendly couple Bee and Kate through our work and soon became close friends. We had something in common with them as Bee was Asian and his wife Kate was white. Kate was a pre-school teacher while Bee had his own business as a taxidermist. It seemed Bee was doing good from what he told me. He had the freedom to come and go from his job. After several months Bee and Kate became very close friends with Emma and I and it seemed every weekend we were cooking out or doing something together. One particular weekend Kate and Emma talking in the kitchen, Kate was in the middle of telling Emma something when I walked in and I herd Emma say “now way.” After that I noticed Emma looking strangely at Bee the rest of the evening. I swore at one point I saw her looking at his crotch. Bee was a well-built Asian man he stood about 5-8” and had a body of a pro soccer player. He had strong broad shoulders, muscular arms and his abs were ripped tight along with strong legs, you get the point. I watched my wife stealing glances at Bee when he walked away and walked back into the room, I could tell she had something on her mind.

Later that night as we were making love I noticed Emma was very horny and wet; I performed oral sex on her like I always do to get her revved up. After I brought her to her first orgasm orally I usually proceed to make love to her. But tonight she asked me to use one of her vibrators on her first. She reached in the nightstand and brought out an 8” very thick toy that I got her on Valentine’s Day. Emma and I had an open marriage and I loved buying sex toys to keep our sex life spiced up. I took the large toy and started to rub he wet slit sliding back and worth over her clit, soon Emma spread her legs wide and moaned begging me to fuck her. I slowly pushed the large head in as it popped in she arched her back and drove her hips forwarded taking all 8 inches in deep. I’ve never seen Emma so hot and wet as she whispered “Yes that’s it, fuck me with your big cock!” I started pumping the large toy into her hot wet pussy as her hips keep driving hard until she exploded in a huge orgasm. I withdrew the toy and mounted Deb as my average cock slid in to her wet pussy. I realized the toy had stretched her out enough I could not feel her pussy around me. But Emma must of acted like I was fucking her good as I shot my cum she wrapped those long legs around me and bucked to what was a good fake orgasm. How did I know, she sure as hell did not react like she did with the toy.

After making love we were talking when I asked her what Kate and her talked about. Emma admitted she and Kate were talking about sex and comparing husbands when Emma asked Kate how Asian men was. Emma told me that Kate said Bee was well hung and that he could go for hours if he wanted. I knew right then that’s why Emma was staring at Bee all night and why all of a sudden she wanted the big vibrator that night.

I did not think much about that night as the next few weeks went by and as usual we made love several times a week and Emma never ask to use the large toy again. Then one night I was very horny and wanted to make love, Emma was very receptive to me licking and sucking her pussy. I slowly lick her wet slit getting her hotter as her pussy gushed with juices; she exploded drenching my face with a very strong pungent creamy fluid.
I was rock hard and put on a condom, Emma didn’t want to use the pill and we did not want any more kids so we used condoms. I spread her legs over my shoulder I teased her clit like I always do with the head of my cock getting her worked up then driving in when I know she is ready. This particularly night Emma’s pussy was lose and had a sloppy feeling not tight like she normally was. I kept on fucking her trying to get some friction to get off when Emma was moaning out how good my cock felt and for me to fuck her hard. Her words got me going as I exploded in orgasm. Emma got up afterwards to clean up and came back to kissed me asking if I enjoyed. I acknowledged it was good but she needed to stop using her toy so much as tonight she was not tight as normal. Emma had a funny look on her face, almost like one of our kids did when they got caught doing something wrong. Emma just looked at me for a moment and then quickly said you caught me, today I was extra horny and worked my sexual frustration out with the toy. I smiled and told her I did not care if she masturbated while I was gone, in fact it turned me on thinking about it.

Several days later I had to go to work and she didn’t but I decided to leave work early and wanted to surprise Emma and take her out to lunch. When I got home the garage door was opened and I walked into the house stopping at the kitchen bar to read the mail. Then I heard a banging down the hall knowing Emma had to be  cleaning or putting away the kids clothes. As I reached the hallway I heard a familiar sound, the sounds my wife makes as she is reaching an orgasm. My cock got hard right away, as I knew I came home to catch my wife masturbating with her toy. I walked to the bedroom, the door was closed but not all the way as I could look in and get a full view of my sex wife fucking herself. When I looked in I about fainted there when my wife was straddling another man, she was riding his cock. Her hot sexy ass was moving in a hard fast upward and downward rhythm as she fucked herself all right but on another cock then mine. Then reality hit me hard, I noticed the man under her was Asian. Emma was riding his cock hard moaning how she loved his cock. At that time he grabbed her and rolled her on to her back and I saw the face of the man fucking my wife it was Bee. Then I noticed something else, Bee’s enormous hard cock. He had to be over 8-inches long and as thick as a large cucumber.

He spread Emma wide grabbing her ankles as she reached between her legs grabbing his hard tool rubbing the head of this huge cock up and down her wet slit. At that time I noticed Bee was not wearing a condom, Emma was fucking him bare back. She looked up at him and said “Fuck me baby give it to me deep and hard!” Bee drove in deep getting about half his cock in and then pulling out to the head and drove in once more. Emma screamed out “YES! YES! that’s it fuck my pussy!” Bee started to drive that large cock into my loving wife’s pussy as she moaned and screamed for him to fuck her harder. I could see Emma’s pussy creaming as Bee’s cock withdrew his cock was covered in white juice. Emma’s pussy was cumming and creaming all over his cock. Emma started to meet his trust as he drove in thrusting her hips to meet his cock. Her moans became deep with heavy breathing as she threw her sexy legs around his tan skin pulling him in deeper humping his like a whore in heat as white cream ran from her pussy down her ass. Bee picked up the speed as he rammed his big bare cock up my wife’s pussy. His breathing picked up as Emma screamed out. “That’s it baby cum in my pussy, fill me with you hot juice.” Mike drove every inch in as he exploded in Emma’s unprotected womb. She pulled her legs up higher around him giving him the freedom to impale her all the way. When Bee withdrew a glob of his cum seeped from her wide stretched pussy.

I walked away and left the house and drove for hours trying to make sense of what I saw.
I knew right then that Emma’s pussy was not stretched from her toy she had been fucking Bee’s big hard cock behind my back. The strange part of all of this seeing my wife’s long sexy legs wrapped around Bee’s muscular body as he fucked her made my cock hard as a rock. I went home and acted like I knew nothing as Emma greeted me at the door with a kiss and asked how my day was, later that night when she came to bed she snuggled up to me and said “my pussy needs a good licking.” I did not want to lead on what I knew and started to lick and suck the pussy that earlier had a another cock fucking it. Emma started to moan and buck as she was quickly reaching orgasm, once aging I noticed a pungent smell and her pussy had a creamy fluid seeping from her lips. At that time I knew my wife had been feeding me Bee’s cum as she exploded in my mouth felling it with both their juices. I took my normal position as I drove my small cock into her sloppy stretch pussy. I laid there that night wondering if I had lost my wife to a another cock.

The next day I stopped by the store and bought some digital video tapes for the camera. When Emma went shopping I hid the camera in the bedroom connecting it to a VCR hidden in the basement. I watched the tapes everyday seeing my wife take Bee’s Big cock. I soon found out when I had to work late Tuesdays and Thursdays, Bee was coming over to visit my wife. After a few days Emma told Bee they needed to stop seeing each other as she only wanted to know how it was to have a big cock and that she loved me and did not want to take any more chances. Bee looked at her and said “Bitch you are mine to fuck anytime I want and if you do not want your husband to know she would keep fucking here when he wanted.” Emma got scared and told him to stop teasing her; Bee grabbed her by her long hair and said. “Bitch I am not joking. You are my whore to do with what I want.” At that time Bee got physical and pulled Emma down to his cock and commanded her to suck him hard. Emma had a shocked look on her face as he yelled “suck it bitch!” and then slapped her. He pulled her long hair again and forced her down, she took his cock in her mouth as he forced feed her his large meat. Soon he was hard and grabbed her and threw her on her back and commanded to spread her thighs.

As he positioned himself between her legs Emma covered her pussy with her hands. Bee you got to wear a condom, remember I told you I’m not on the pill and I am fertile this week I can’t take the chance. Bee grabbed her legs and said “ I thought you wanted to have my baby” and drove his cock all the way in with one shove. Emma screamed as he held her long legs spread wide as he fucked her hard. Emma soon started to moan as his big cock had her pussy creaming once more. Soon she forgot all about her unprotected womb as her legs soon was wrapped around his ass pulling him in deep. Bee started talking to her as he was fucking her pussy with ravage force. “You truly want me to stop fucking you?” “Do you really want to lose the biggest cock you ever had?” Can you honestly live with that wimpy little cock your husband has? Emma just moaned as her hips where meeting every thrust, Bee stopped and demanded her to respond. Emma just lay there humping her pussy towards Bee trying to get him to continue to fuck her. “Answer me bitch or I will stop!” Emma grabbed his ass as she tried to pull him in humping him. “I need it! I need your big Asian cock; I want you to keep fucking me!” “I’m Sorry, please I Need You!” With that Bee pushed her legs to her chest and started to fuck her deep and hard. Emma started to moan out “yes! Oh God that’s it fuck me!” With that Bee said “that’s right you’re mine, aren’t you?, Emma screamed out “yes!”. Then take my seed, with that Bee drove into Emma’s fertile womb pulling her legs up tight so she could not pull away and pumped his hot potent cum into her belly. Emma screamed out YES! And Bee held her legs opened as he bred my wife. He forced Emma to lie there holding her hips up high with his cock still in there keeping his Asian seeds in her womb.

Bee pulled out and commanded Emma to suck his cock hard again, and she kept on sucking. Once he was hard he stood up and pulled Emma to the edge of the bed, he rolled Emma onto her stomach and pulled her to the edged of the bed. “For being a good bitch now I am going to fuck your ass!” With that he fingered her cum filled pussy and started to lube her tight ass. Emma pleaded him to go for it, as she has never had a man there. Bee said “well there is no better time then now besides I like fucking  women in the ass.” With that he pulled her to her knees and commenced to push the head of his cock in her tight virgin ass. Emma cried out as the huge swollen cock head pop into her ass. “That’s it baby that’s the hard part” he reaches around and grabbed her long hair to use like the reins of a wild horse. Bee pulled on Emma’s hair so she would not pull away as he started to push deep into her ass. When Emma got free he yanked her hair pulling her back onto his cock. In fact, he just kept pulling as Deb backed up taking inch by inch in deeper. Mike then pulling out and drove in hard fucking her ass. Emma cried out that it hurt which made him fuck her harder. Soon Bee was about to explode once more, he pulled out slammed his cock in her pussy delivering another potent load to her womb. “Now Emma you are mine.” Bee got dressed, leaned over to her and kissed her. “I hope you will enjoy having my baby in your womb.”

I came home to find Emma crying on the bed one night, she told me   she was afraid that she might be pregnant. I looked at her and said why would you be surprised your pregnant. You haven’t been using condoms with Bee this whole last month. Emma just looked at me shocked that I have known about her fucking Bee. That’s right I have been taping you and Bee for a month and I know  you have been begging for his big cock. Emma looked at me and started to cry as she crawled to me begging for forgiveness. I just didn’t quite know what to say.

Emma is now in her eighth month and everybody has congratulated us on our third child.

Two things I learned. Never sleep with a friend. Never sleep with a married man. I was a bad learner

NYTeacher1982 on Cheating Stories

This is a real story. I am still thinking what I should do. I am uncertain. Maybe people have suggestions?

MY Betrayal

sexy_erotique_1 on Cheating Stories


As I sit here writing this my head is still reeling from the events that have unfolded over the last 2 months. I am a 37 year old man who has been married to the same woman for the last eighteen years. My wife and I have had our share of problems but never anything we could not overcome.

My wife and I are fairly well off and we live in a rather large house in an exclusive area of the suburbs. I am an author with a more than sufficient income. My wife is a Pediatrician with a successful practice and between the two of us we have achieved the American dream and then some. We have two love

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ly children who are now in their teens, good grades and they do not give us any problems.  A good relationship between the two of us and we share the best sex ever, or so I thought.

My life is every mans dream so I have no reason to do what I did but reasoning was not present when I decided to fuck Amber Lawson and I still have no reason to be sitting here in my house with my wife and kids out for the evening waiting for Amber to arrive so I can fuck her again, here in my wife’s home, in my wife’s bed. Just thinking about it makes my dick hard.

I will never forget the night it all started. My wife and I threw a party for a friend of ours who was celebrating his new engagement to a  much younger woman. His first marriage ended in divorce because of his addiction to younger women and now he was about to tie the knot again and this time to a woman literrally half his age. He's thirty six and she's eighteen.

About an hour into the party, I noticed that one of the bride-to-be's friends kept staring at me. I wanted to believe I was imagining  things because this chick was far too young and hot to be staring at a guy of my age  but as the party continued on I knew that I was indeed not. I tried to avoid staring back at her but her smoky bedroom eyes were mesmerizing and I had a very difficult time ignoring them. This mental foreplay was turning me on to my dismay and I made the decision to hang extra close to my wife as to avoid anything that could possibly cause trouble. This was how I remained faithful throughout my marriage and how I would continue to do so. Apparently she got the message and discontinued the stare but by then my hard on was raging.

As everyone sat down to the dinner table I excused myself to get to the john. I needed to relieve this pressure on my balls so I was going to masturbate but I realized that I would be gone too long and I had to abort that plan and just wait until dinner was over and fuck my wife’s brains out. When I returned I noticed that everyone was seated but there was one empty spot at the table. The woman with the eyes was gone. "It seems we have a missing guest." I said nodding towards the empty seat.

"She had to take an emergency phone call." the soon to be bride explained.

Seated at the table with my wife and friends I was having a wonderful evening The dinner was delicious and all was going along fine when suddenly I felt something moving up my leg. I jumped slightly in my seat but not enough to gain the attention of anyone around me. I discreetly glanced under the table and to my utter surprise I was met with those smoky eyes mere inches from my cock. My dick became instantly hard and began to throb. My balls already ached from the need to release and now they felt as if they would burst inside my pants. I looked over at my wife who seemed oblivious to it all.

I looked down at my half eaten plate trying to decide how to handle this very uncomfortable situation when I felt her unzip my slacks and I could feel her hot breath on my cock. My dick began to throb so hard I thought it would explode right there. I was so hard my briefs could no longer contain my manhood and I was desperate for it to be removed from the underwear that was constraining it. I adjusted myself in my seat in an attempt to bring about some comfort but my dick would not let up. She must have known because before I knew what was happening she had released it from my briefs and wrapped her hands around it beginning a long slow stroke. “Aaahhhhhh…” I sighed when I felt the pressure being relieved from my cock and my balls. Her hands felt so good that my balls no longer ached from the constraints but now they ached for release.

Then it hit me. This woman was stroking my cock! She was not my wife. I was not married to her and this needed to cease. I began to stir in my seat like a hyperactive child in my attempts to get away from her but she held firm to my cock like it was gold. Trying not to make too big of a scene and have to explain to everyone why this woman was under the table stroking my cock I tried to use my foot to push her gently back while giving her the hint that I wanted her to stop but before I could do anything I felt my dick plunge deep into her hot juicy mouth.

I inhaled sharply as she took my entire cock into her mouth. Damn she felt good! I was a rather large man measuring at ten inches long and a sizeable girth so I was very surprised when I felt the head of my dick hit the back of her throat. At that moment I almost exploded in her mouth. "Mmmmm..." I moaned out loud unable to hold it in. I was in heaven and hell at the same time. My wife looked over at me with a smile and said " I know dear, we must reward Kitty for this delicious meal, she has really outdone herself this time." She truly had no idea what was going on mere inches from her. Looking over at my wife, I smiled unable to utter anything in response, I became angry at what was happening to me but I could help but to enjoy it. I could not bring myself to stop her and I'm not even sure if I wanted to. Another woman’s mouth on my cock was so forbidden in my mind that it was a deadly sin and yet I could not bring myself to stop this intense assault on my dick because of how exquisite it felt.

Smoky eyes continued to deep throat me. I could feel her tight throat open up as my head went deeper and deeper down it, the pre-cum releasing itself into her throat making her throat feel like a virgin pussy on my large dick. Regretfully I sank down in my seat a little and opened my legs slightly more to giving in to this pleasure and giving her more access to my cock. It felt so good and so bad at the same time like nothing I've ever experienced before in my life. Her head bobbing up and down, up and down on my dick. Her tongue teasing my shaft beyond belief, her lips locked tightly around my manhood as they slid up and down, up and down. The head of my cock banging her throat was more than any man could bear and I was close to exploding in her mouth at any moment.

As I came close to releasing my jizsm, I looked nervously around the dinning room to see if anyone knew anything, but they all seemed ignorant to what was happening. I was doing my best to not to cum because I knew I would draw attention to myself when I did, when without notice she sucked my balls into her mouth and I could feel her lips meet my pubic hair. OH MY GOODNESS!!! She had my entire head, shaft and balls in her mouth! It took all I had not to reach under the table, grab her head and fuck her face right then and there while everyone watched. I wouldn’t have given a damn who knew at that moment, my wife included. The thought of my wife hit me like a ton of bricks. My dick belonged to her, what was I doing in another womans mouth. This was torture of the most exquisite kind. I wanted her to stop, needed her to stop, but I’ll be damned if I was going to do anything to make her stop!

I tried not to lean my head back as she was giving me the blowjob of a life time. She used her tongue to massage my balls as she brought me closer and closer to heaven. She bobbed her head harder and faster, harder and faster on my pulsating dick. I began to grip the seat on both sides as I felt my balls tighten when they began to fill with the hot lava that was desperately waiting to be released. I felt the cum fill my shaft making it harder and thicker and just when my cum reached the head and was about to burst forth in a massive orgasm, I felt her wrap her thumb and fore fingers around my dick and remove it from her mouth. “Aarrrggghhhh” I let escape my lips. It was like she put a clamp on it and stopped the orgasm in its powerful tracks. I groaned out loud in anger and frustration desperate for release. Everyone glanced at me but only for a fleeting moment. My balls ached and I began to feel as if my dick would explode in my pants if she didn’t release the clamp and let me nut all over her fuckable face. I dared to sneak a peek under the table to glare down at her and she winked up at me with a smile. I hated this bitch with a passion.

The reminder of the dinner was miserable for me but I had to pretend all was well. My cock wanted release so badly that it hurt like hell and the insurmountable guilt began to set in. What had I just allowed to take place? I had let another woman suck my cock with nothing but inches separating her and my wife and I LOVED it. I didn't even know her name. What kind of monster was I? I had failed at what I had prided myself on all these years. I was no better than anyone else. But at least I hadn't fucked her, I could still say that much. Thanks to her, I had not released cum that only belonged in my wife into another woman and I felt good about that too. I still had some dignity left and I was determined to keep it. I loved my wife and did not want to betray her anymore than I already had and I promised myself that I would not. I needed to avoid her for the reminder of the evening and forget this ever happened.

When dinner ended and we all moved to the grand room to mingle, Smoky Eyes appeared  and was behaving as though she had had a very disturbing call. She went over to the bride and whispered something in her ear and the two of them went off to talk. I could feel my dick getting hard all over again. The blood of anger and embarrassment rushed to color my face a deep shade of red. I needed to get away for a minute to get some fresh air. I needed to think, I needed to gather my senses I was desperate for an escape. I went over to my wife and told her that I was going to go and get more drinks from a nearby store since we were running low and she agreed. I explained as much to the guests and headed to the limo. Finally... the escape I needed.

Just as the driver was about to pull off, my wife and Smoky Eyes ran out with Smokey Eyes clutching her purse as my wife fanned her hands back and forth over her head trying to get Miguel to stop driving. I was speechless not knowing what was about to come. I was hoping the driver hadn't noticed and I could avoid a very unpleasantt scene at least until the guests left but he did notice and slowed the limo to a stop. I regretfully rolled down the window preparing for the worst….Â

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My wifes secret desires

BULLWHIP69 on Cheating Stories

I knew my wife like trying new sexual experiences.One night we were having sex i brought up the idea of her having sex with another man.As i was pounding her pussy i said pretend this was a hard black cock in your pussy.The more we acted it out she got hornier and hornier.As i said my black meat was ready to explode in her tight pussy,she had a huge orgasm.She squirted so much cum on me my balls and legs were sticky.

After we both had a hot shower together,we sat down for a drink.Tami told me that was the best orgasm she ever had.I brought up the idea of her having sex with a black guy.She resisted at first.She thought that was cheating on me.I said no baby i would be there to watch, and join in later.I asked Tami if she ever fantasized about having a big black cock in her pussy.S

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he looked at me and smiled.

I had a idea i told Tami i would be right back.When i came back Tami saw i had a blindfold in my hand.I put it over Tami's eyes and sat back on our couch.I told her to give my black cock a blowjob.Tami grabbed my 8in. cock and started licking my hard shaft.She was all over my cock and balls with her mouth.I told her to tell me how much she liked my big black cock in her mouth.Tami said she luved black cock.It felt so big in her mouth.She was bobbing her head on my cock and rubbing my balls.She totally got into it.She told me she wanted my black cock to shoot cum down her throat.I was surprised to hear this.She wansn't into swallowing cum.I grabbed Tami's head and rammed my spurting cock down her throat.

I decided to take it a step further and talk to her like i was black. I wanted to fuck her ass but i knew she wouldn't.In the past when i would bring up anal sex she wouldn't even considered it.I rubbed my cock still dripping with cum over her nipples.I had Tami begging for my cock in her pussy.Still blindfolded she grabbed my still hard cock.She sreamed for me to fuck her.She climbed on to me and guided my cock into her drenched pussy.She was riding my cock like never before.In Tami's mind i was a hard black cock in her pussy.Tami was really talking dirty.Telling me how she liked her pussy filled with black dick.She was taking long fast strokes on my cock.I was sucking her nipples and knew i was ready to explode.Her pussy squeezed my meat.I thrust my cock deep in her cunt and shot my load into her.I never knew Tami was that kinky.

I knew then thats what she needed.For real this time.Part2 coming soon.

All Her Lustful In-Laws

Brigit Astar on Cheating Stories

This is a story about Donna Polk who lived on a small farm with her husband, father-in-law and brothers-in-law.

First, let's get all the informational facts and explication out of the way, so we can get down to the story:

When Donna married Ray Polkshe moved onto the small family farm which was owned by Turk Polk, Ray's father. The Polk family consisted of Turk and his three sons. Ray was the youngest of the sons; his two older brothers were nicknamed Red and Worm. Turk had been a widower for a few years; Worm and Red were single. Turk, Red and Worm worked on and operated the farm full-time. Ray, on the other hand, worked part-time on the farm. He had a job, working the night shift at a t

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extile mill in the nearby town. Although Donna was married to Ray, she had become the woman of the farm. She performed the dozens of tasks which were required of a farm woman. In Donna's case, she performed more, for she had four men to take care of, and she was the only female in the household. Donna was pretty and comely; her body was curvy and shapely.   

Now that all that explication is out of the way, we can get down to the meat of the matter:

In the evening, Donna's husband went to work as usual, leaving his father, brothers and his wife in the farmhouse. Donna did some evening chores around the house, watched some TV, took a bath, and read some. Turk and his two sons lounged around, drank some beer, and watched TV. They also watched Donna.

Unbeknownst to her, they watched her movements, sweeping their eyes over her with lustful looks. Each of them hungered for her; each of them grew horny; each of them imagined fucking her.

Donna went to bed rather early, and fell into a good deep sleep....

Such a nice dream she was having; such a nice warm wet dream. Something warm, wet and thick was sliding up and down inside her, sending delicious erotic waves tingling and rippling through her body. Oh, it felt so good, so warm and wet and thick, sliding up and down her pussy.

She awoke gradually in the pitch-dark room, becoming aware that something was licking and lapping between her legs; something wet and thick was sliding back and forth in her cunt.

It was a tongue--a long thick wet tongue.

At first Donna thought it was her husband. "Oh darling," she breathed out huskily. She raised her legs and moved her pelvis up.

Two hands grasped her thighs, the tongue slid out of her pussy to be replaced by a cock--a long stiff thick cock. It dug into her cunt without halting, sliding all the way up her pussy in one continuous stroke.

Donna was awake now and becoming aware that it couldn't be her husband. He was at work. But the thick dick was already doing its job. It was jamming her cunt, screwing it with strong full strokes. She now knew for certain that it wasn't her husband. This prick was long and hard and meaty, filling her pussy up, frigging her fast and fully. It was much bigger than her husband's and it was screwing her more lustily than her husband had ever screwed her.

It was dark in the room, too dark to see who it was fucking her. She knew it had to be her father-in-law or one of her brothers-in-law, but she couldn't make out who it was. She could only hear his panting and feel his big cock pumping her pussy full and deep. But by then, Donna didn't care who it was anyway.

She threw her legs over his shoulders and heaved her pelvis up, and he went to town on her cunt. He fucked her fast and hard, hunching his dick in her pussy, frigging her all the way to her core.

"Oh, ah, unh, ah," Donna panted and humped her cunt to meet and match his thrusts.

He pounded his big prick in her, fucking and filling her up as she'd never been fucked and filled up before.

"Oh god, oh yes!" she gasped and lurched her body up as she climaxed.

Her fucker mashed his fat balls on her rump and crammed his cock deep in her pussy and let her have it. He pissed a stream of cum in her, spewing it into her marrow.

She panted and bucked and writhed as he squirted what seemed an endless amount of cum in her.

Never had she been fucked so good; never had such a big prick filled her up so completely; never had so much cum been spurted in her cunt.

The man slid his dick out, and, without uttering a word, broke away from her, got off the bed and was gone. 

She lay there, totally satisfied and fulfilled, savoring the best fucking she'd ever had....

The next day, Donna thought off and on about her fucker and the good screwing she'd received. She wondered who it was. Her father-in-law or one of the brothers-in-law? It had to be one of them. Periodically, through the day when she saw them, she studied and observed the three men. None of them gave any hint that he was the fucker. She thought about her in-laws, picturing each one. Her father-in-law Turk was stout and robust with iron-gray hair; her brother-in-law Red was strapping and ruddy; her other brother-in-law Worm was dark-haired, tall and sinewy. It could be any one of them, she thought.

That afternoon, Donna's husband screwed her. He mounted her, gave her a dozen strokes, shot his wad, and then rolled off her. And that was it. Donna lay there, unsatisfied and unfulfilled--and thinking. Compared to her fucker of the night before, her husband fell way short. His dick was small, he had given her a mere dozen strokes, and had ejaculated a meager wad of cum in her. There's just no comparison, she thought.

That evening, after her husband had gone to work, Donna thought more and more about her in-laws. Which one could it be? None of them gave any indication that he was the one who had screwed the daylights out of her. Would he fuck her again? Would he come into her bedroom that night and pump it in her, fill her up, fuck her good and strong and full?

That night, Donna went to bed, thinking about him--whoever he was: her father-in-law or brothers-in-law....

She was awakened gradually, as she had been the night before, with a wet thick tongue sliding in her cunt, tongue-fucking her.

She lifted her legs and drew them back, clutched his head and pressed her pussy on his face.

He jammed his tongue in her cunt, digging, swirling, rubbing it up and down.

"Oh, ah, umm, ah," Donna panted and twirled her pussy, grinding it on his mouth.

She reached down to his crotch and grasped his cock and stroked it.

He slid atop her, and she gasped as he stuffed his stiff thick dick in her cunt.

"Fuck, baby, fuck," he hissed in her ear as he began to frig her.

She recognized her fucker's voice. It was her father-in-law.

"Oh, Turk!" she huffed. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and began hunching back at him.

"You like your daddy-in-law fucking you, honey?" he chuffed as he pumped his prick in her pussy.

"Oh, ah, your cock feels so big and good!" she gasped.

He humped his daughter-in-law, screwing her fast and hard.

"Oh, ah, oh darling, I'm cuming!" she panted and bucked and thrashed.

"Cuming in your pussy, honey," he grunted. "Hot cum deep in your cunt."

"Oh god, yes!" she gasped and writhed and heaved her body up as her father-in-law grinded and mashed his fat balls on her ass and spewed semen in her pussy....

The next morning, Donna got up as she usually did: before dawn. She liked to prepare breakfast and have it ready for her husband when he got home from work. Her husband would eat and then go to bed. Then she would stay up and prepare breakfast for her father-in-law and brothers-in-law who got up about six. Usually by seven a.m., Turk, Red and Worm had eaten breakfast and had hit the door to go do their farm work. But this morning, her father-in-law stayed in the house. He told Red and Worm to go on and do their work, that he had some work to do around the farmstead and the barn.

Donna was in the kitchen, clearing away breakfast things when her father-in-law came up behind her, slid his arms around her waist and pressed his crotch upon her rump. He rubbed his dick on her, grinding it onto her butt, and ran his hands up to her breasts and rubbed and squeezed them.

"Ohh...Oh Turk," Donna breathed out huskily.

"My cock's hard as a rock this morning, honey," he panted. "Umm, wanna stuff it in you--wanna dig it in your sweet pussy."

He hunched her rump and slid a hand between her legs and rubbed.

"Oh, ah, I want it, Turk," she squirmed and huffed. "But, Ray--he's here, he's in the bedroom--he might wake up. We can't do it here."

"Come to the barn, honey," Turk said and pulled away and walked out the kitchen door.

Donna went to the bedroom and quietly opened the door and looked in. Her husband was sound asleep. She walked to the kitchen and went out the door.

She walked to the barn, her body tingling, her breasts throbbing, bolts of wet heat shooting and rippling up and down her cunt.

She entered the barn and saw her father-in-law standing by a stall. He was stroking his crotch, rubbing it up and down. "Come here, honey," he said. She walked to him.

He had her in the stall.

He was on his knees and she straddled him, her legs wrapped around his waist. He held her tightly around her back, sucked her titties and pumped the meat to her.

"Oh god, you've got the biggest cock," she gasped and hunched. "Ahh--fuck, Turk, fuck. Bury it deep, hammer it home. Oh god, you've got the cock I want and need!"

He humped his big dick in her, screwing her fast and hard, pumping his prick like a piston in her pussy.

"Oh, ah, every day, Turk," she panted. "I want a fuck like this every day."

"I'm gonna fuck you every day, honey," Turk chuffed. "Gonna pump you full every day--every night."

He jammed his cock as far as it would go up her pussy, mashed his bloated balls on her ass and squirted sperm in her cunt.

"Here it is, honey," he grunted. "Hot fucking cum."

"Oh, ah, squirt it deep," she panted. "Fill me up with fuck, give me all you've got. Squirt cum deep in my cunt!"

Her father-in-law obliged her....

Something had been awakened in Donna; something hot, horny, lustful, and insatiable. Something had opened up inside her and demanded to be filled.

As she and her father-in-law fucked almost every day and every night, it was inevitable that her brothers-in-law would find it out. 

The day came when Red and Worm saw Turk and Donna fucking in the barn. The two brothers knew then that they were going to fuck her; they knew then they were going to screw their pretty sister-in-law good. 

It didn't take long for them to top Donna. It was easy.

The two brothers were in the barn and they saw Donna nearby. Red called for her to come into the barn, and when she entered they pulled her into a stall.

In a few seconds they had her down, her clothes undone and her legs spread. Red pushed his prick forward into her pussy, and Worm began licking and sucking her tits.

Although Red's cock wasn't the size of Turk's, it was plenty big and meaty enough. He jammed it in Donna, stuffing it up her pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around her brother-in-law and lifted her pelvis up to give him full access to her cunt. He pumped her pussy good, frigging her strongly and fully.

"Oh, ah, fuck me, Red!" she cried. "Fuck me!"

He pounded his dick in her, screwing her hard and fast.

"Fucking you!" he panted. "You sweet hot-fucking pussy you!"

He rammed his prick up her cunt, mashed his puffy balls on her ass and pissed a stream of semen up her pussy. Then he pulled out and his brother took over.

Worm turned Donna over, pulled her up to her knees, got behind her and drove his dick in her cunt, cramming every inch of it in her .

He frigged his sister-in-law good and hard, pumping his meaty cock lustily in her pussy. He squeezed her titties and hissed: "Fuck, Sis, fuck. Ah, yeah, me and Red are gonna fuck you every day--we're gonna pump your pussy full every day."

"Oh, ah, I want it," Donna gasped. "I want it every day. Oh yes, I want you both to fuck me like this every day."

Worm jabbed his prick to the hilt up her cunt and let her have it. He spewed a gob of sperm in the core of her pussy.

"Oh god, sweet fuck!" she cried. "Sweet hot-fucking cum deep in my cunt!"

Donna was in heaven. She had three lusty meaty cocks to fuck her. Her father-in-law and brothers-in-law screwed her a lot. One or the other of them pumped her pussy every day and night.

As much as her brothers-in-law frigged her, it was bound to happen that her father-in-law would sooner or later see them screwing her.

And it happened. One day, just as the two brothers had seen their father fucking Donna in the barn, Turk saw them.

He watched as his two sons laid it on his daughter-in-law. Donna was on her knees with Red behind her and Worm in front. Red was screwing her ass as she sucked Worm's dick.

Eventually, Turk discovered that Red and Worm knew that he was frigging Donna, and the two brothers discovered that their father knew they were screwing her. So, eventually, all pretense was laid aside.

At night, when Donna went to bed, Turk would soon follow and fuck her. Red and Worm would wait till their father came out of Donna's room, and then they would enter and screw her.

Donna was being fucked every day and night, and gobs of sperm was being squirted in the core of her cunt, to her womb. She was fertile, and it was only a matter of time until she was knocked up.

A baby was indeed squirted in her. Nine months later, she had the baby, and it bore a marked resemblance to the Polks...except for her husband.

OKAY SO I CHEAT 3

itsonlyfun on Cheating Stories

 Okay so I cheat 3

 More true lust.

 Lust had started ruling my waking moments.

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 This may sound crazy,but although in my own mind I was pretty sure I knew the source of sperm that had made me pregnant last time. I now had an even higher desire of lust than before. I reasoned that providing I stayed within certain common sense rules of my own,no one would suspect at where my pregnancies had started from. I liked a type of bloke similar to my husband,blond,with the caucasian features of a viking. Or that was how I seen it anyway.

 I'd been rambling along receivin

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g many sexual moments at the hands of my husband and also from my sexually lusty server. Time to spread my options I thought. This is how it came about; We were at an event,nothing special,just a casual coming together,that had not been arranged for any particular reason. Lusty's father was also here. This old guy as I seen it,he was about fifty eight where as I was,well,in my early twenties. This old sod was a handsome,rough,tough looking craggy sort. Kirk Douglas-ish,even down to the chin dimple. OK! So he was not unattractive,with suitable colour and features. 

 Nothing was farther from my mind than sex with an old man - Honest! Anyway,we had never spoken then and I did have an inclination about him from my cousin. She reckoned he'd tapped her up,but then again she claimed he'd knocked off half the wife's in his street. Just gossip thinks me. Siddling across to cousin, "Is that your father-in-law then,the one you said about?" - "Yeah,sure is,watch out for him if you want to keep your knicker's on" I giggled. "I mean it,I don't think I'm out of the woods with him,he tried it on again the other day" - "You could always tell hubby" - "God no! They're as thick as thieves"

 We separated and I gave it no further thought until I,on passing behind him, - belly to bum - felt a finger poke me straight in the pussy through my clothes. - "Sorry" That was me although it was him doing it,as I jerked my front away from his hand,only to return to find his finger was still poking towards me. Turning,with a mischievously devilish smile on his lips, "Oh,sorry,I thought it was someone else" - No embarrassment,just barefaced devilishness. I meekly smiled and passed,hearing his naughty comment, "You're nicely formed though" It all passed into the evening and was forgotten by me,that is until I lay in bed,hubby having Zonked out through over indulgence. I started to play - as one does - and it sprung into my mind whether he'd thought I was she? his daughter-in-law?

 I now wondered if the tale she related about his neighbour's wife's was fact or fiction. I drifted off to sleep,thinking,perhaps he too is a sexual preditor like his son! ...The thought re-occurred the following morning. While sat at the table,doing nothing in particular,it crossed my mind that I also was a sexual preditor but gave myself the excuse I was aquiring the strongest possible sperm for pro-creating the species. Well,I liked Darwins theory,it fitted in nicely with my promiscuity don't you reckon?

 Come later in the day,having spoken to my cousin,she again said he'd just called in and had come on to her some more. "Did you?" - "NO,course I didn't. Would you?" - "MMM! No course not,he's much to old" - Big red light now! "Would you with anyone,given the chance?" - Time to get off the phone - "No course not,I'm happily married. Must go now" - "Hang on a mo' - I think the old Romeo may be heading your way. My instincts tell me he was real horny and at one point I thought I'd had it" - Almost in a whisper, "He grabbed me in a kiss and squeezed my tits for ages,god it made me feel all funny" - I couldn't resist it. - "You should have let him" - "OO You,I bet you wouldn't,Bye" - I had the feeling he had made her knickers wet and she intended to masterbate as soon as possible. Well,one does doesn't one?

 I went about my doings until I heard the doorbell. I fluttered inside my stomach,no it can't be,can it? It was and he came in. "About yesterday,I'm not here to apologise or that. I liked what I felt" - In a moment,he had me against the wall and fingers squeezed into my pussy. "I knew straight away you were game" - I wrestled at him but the slim sinued arms were like bailing wire pinning me as his hand felt up my leg. Stop it,get away from me. You're much to old anyway,leave me alone" His hand was squeezing my pussy in the most prevocative way and to stop me saying anymore he kissed at my mouth and although resisting he was having the most strange affect on my body.

 "I'm here to fuck you,now stop being so damned hard to get,We're going to fuck" God,I went like jelly,my knees felt wobbly,my pussy went all wet and he kissed even harder as I felt my buttons being opened. Then it happened,A warm hard poking cock pressed at my belly. All in one I felt my knickers pulled away and down at the front and his infernal cock against my quim. "NO! NO! DONT,I don't want to have it with you" - "Liar,your pussy's as slippery as I've ever felt" - It pressed deep into my slit as he thrust hard and quick. "See you're happy now" I didn't admit it but this forced sex really was making my juices flow. He was hard fast and full. I found this out as with a grunt he poured his fluid deep into me. Thrust,spurt! Thrust Spurt! It went on about four or five times,then he held that still hard cock in me as though to plug my hole until I'd become inpregnated.

 "See,you liked that really didn't you?" - I stood saying nothing - "Don't be like that, - I didn't make you come did I?" - He started to move in and out of me. My instincts was to resist an orgasm at all cost,but as his friction started to again play games in my vagina I felt myself weakening. Damn,the game was up. I started to thrust back at his cock as his balls slapped against my pussy. Then I started cumming and again I felt his sperm pump up into me. This time I clung on in orgasm,milking every drop of jism from his body.

 "You old bastard,you just raped me" - "Didn't I ever?" That devilish grin again,just like last night. We stood still joined at the point of orgasm. "Better now? - I could kill a coffee" He pulled out of me and I couldn't help but look down at his knob,thick,veiny and pulsing to his fast heart beats. While looking, he picked up my knickers and wiped his cock off in them. My thought was. The neck of the man,he rapes me,then uses my knickers to wipe my juices off his cock,in doing so he peeled his foreskin off its hemet and I saw the formidable mushroom head that had just inserted a massive amount of cum up me. Purple almost anguished looking,these cocks are oh so ugly yet equally so desirable. Standing in front of me with his staff still stiff I held this cock for the first time and tried to roll the skin back over the helmet.No amount of squeezing would yoll it over and as I let it loose it stiffened from my efforts and eyed me as though the hole was an evil eye. I was captured now! - "That daughter-in-law of mine, - he broke my attention. - don't know what she's missing out on. You ought to tell her" - I now looked at his body,clearly his torso although hidden was strong and firm,his legs were strong but thin like saplings with his belly firm and hard. A father any child could be happy to have fathered them.

 "Why so quiet? Bothered about what we've just done" - My response was, "WE'VE. You mean you! I had no wish or part of it" - "Rubbish,that second fuck made you cum and anyway you met me thrust for thrust,just like the others" - I took the opening expecting a denial" - "You mean,like your neighbours wife's you've fucked" - "Ah,so that's got too you,I'm not surprised. Its no secret, Fucked yes,but remember,they've all got children to thank me for" - I couldn't believe how blatant he was. - "Yours will be a good looking kid as well. My neighbour and daughter was well pleased" - "What with her grandchild?" - "God no,yes! Her child and her daughters child are like peas in a pod" - I stood dumbfounded with my lower body nakedly exposed and his cock still out but now only half hard. "Come on get that coffee going"

 He pulled up his trousers and I on moving my bum from the wall let my dress drop but it hung open at the front where he'd opened the buttons right down. I seen him study my body again, "You're nice you know,I'll help myself again to that" - I neither responded or desisted as he felt my body in greater detail,he kissed and felt some more releasing my tits and fondling my nipples. What a bastard,I wanted to have some more now and he knew it. "Tomorrow eh? Lets drink now" - We sat and drank and talked,he told me he'd fucked six neigbours and the one with the daughter had known he fucked her daughter the next day because she had been out. They both fell for babies and although at first she had bashed his chest for fucking her daughter,he said she soon came round when she found out they were both pregnant and he spent a happy few months servicing both at the same time.

 He welcomed me to his harem,as he chose to call it and told me his next recruit was his son's wife. She knew it and was a bit hesitant compared to me. When I pointed out he'd raped me,he joked it off and told me I wasn't the first to make that claim,but everyone of his women had excepted many more fuckings regardless of their chosen claim. The pig was so sure of my and obviously these other women's needs,I could have kicked him. - But of course he was right,there was just something about this old fucker. I never managed to put my finger on it but he found me always willing to secombe to his sperm. Within three months I was impregnated and mused over my next target as yet unknown.

 The very next day he was back and having placed me face down on the table he was giving me a steady fuck when the phone rang. The steady thrusts was making me slide too and fro on my tits as he slid into my very core. - "Its me,he did it,I told you he would. God he was like a wild animal when he done it. I didn't admit to him it made me orgasm,nor that I liked it,but I hope he did. I want to do it somemore with him. Don't tell anyone. He may come to you in a bit. Did he yesterday? Like I said he might" - A deep voice overtoned my own, "Yes he did and he is right now"

 "OO-Argh" - The phone went dead. "Bet that shit her up,serve her right for telling you I've just put my still wet cock from her cunt straight into yours" I admit I giggled as I imagined her face at finding he was actually fucking me when she phoned. - "Ah,she'll be alright when I turn up to fuck her tomorrow,but at the moment she'll be there wondering if she's blown it" - "You've got a head as big as a bucket,why do you think you have such a power over women?" - "Well you're still taking it from me today although I told you who and how I fucked my neighbours,you figure it out. Why do you?"

 I never did figure it out,the nearest I got too,was women are attracted to men who treat them like shit. Caveman stuff I reckon!

 The next lusty tale was a shock and even against my rules.

  

My Brother-in-Law, My Lover

violetflower on Cheating Stories

For as long as I can remember, I've desired my sister's husband, Joseph. He was my forbidden fantasy, my secret desire. He was the guy I would've wanted to take my virginity, if I haven't already given it away to some schmuck who was half the man he was, who was just interested in spilling his seed all over me without a care if I came or not. FYI - he was the lousiest lay I ever had. Not that I had any seconds after that encounter. But still, my point stands. My first time sucked. After that, I never wanted to have sex ever again. Not that I ever lacked offers. There were many. I just wasn't interested in them. Not after that lousy first time. I figured, if I was ever gonna try again, I might as well as go for broke, and not settle for any sloppy seconds.

But when I met Joseph, I wante

Diary of an American Housewife

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Diary of an American Housewife

'Puttin' on a little?" and the friendly pat on my butt from husband. Encouraging words as he was out the door to work?

He had no understanding at all of the life of an American Housewife. What would Housewives do without TV, vacuums, dishes, clothes washers and delivery boys ... and house pets? Boredom-boredom and more boredom!!!!

If it weren't for the little distractions of cleaning vacuum bags and cat litter trays and gathering dog droppings in the yard there would be little excitement in my life.

So-I

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decided to start a diary. Someone might read it someday. Then they would know about the one-quarter of the population that stays at home, works at home, gets bored at home and tries to find some escape from the home humdrum.

I mean, I have a good life. After husband and children were off to work and school, I had a whole day to myself-my duties, that is. Picking-up (the one things husbands and children were brain-dead about) and washing/ironing and cleaning and dishes and dinner-plans and that, without clever planning, took the whole day, day after day after day. But I needed the detached reflection a diary might give and it might be entertaining. Where to begin...

Day One: Dear Diary-

Again... Dear Diary- I'm Marvene; I'm 36 years old; I'm an ordinary hard-working and much bored housewife in the usual housewife rut and with your help, maybe I can get out of the humdrum and have a little excitement telling you of my days and my story to this date even though I'm not that old and from day to day when something happens.

This one was like the other days. About a pat on my butt and an observation as husband left the family nest for another day which he surely thought was dull; but he was out driving to the office and selecting a place for lunch. Even if he went to the same place he COULD go somewhere else anytime he wanted or take a bag lunch-yuck. But I mean he had lots of choices. I didn't.

(diaries usually begin that way, don't they? I've never written one but I knew that much from schoolbooks. It's like writing to a confidential friend.)

And he could go somewhere after work if he wanted and blame it on a traffic janL..I didn't know if he did but he COULD. And what could I do, in home, cleaning, washing and the rest. Those were the choices for me-An American Housewife!

I looked into our back yard. The dog was resting under the tree. Smart to stay in the shade and while I was sweating inside already so I took off my housecoat. There was no one around to see anyway. We American Housewives tend to relax a little in our domain and to get creative. After all-housewife-wife to the house-married to the house is more like it ... if we weren't innovative what were we.

Today, Diary-

I went to my room and got ready for my shower. The water was good and cooled me down but when I got out I was like radiating all over from the water. I put on my light dress and went back to my magazine and the end of the exercise video-bend down, touch your toes-I tried it and it made the backs of my legs sore but I touched my toes. The dog was watching and stopped licking as I went up and down, giving him a free show up naked my legs and bottom.

Funny, dog,s eyes. I don't know if they see things but they look like they do. He licked his lips as he watched and I felt funny and stopped and sat on the couch with my magazine. It was a story about a secretary that I was reading. She was a non-housewife-type of girl and thought she was a hot thing. I used to think of myself as hot and then got married.

I read the story and started fantasizing about the girl in the story, which is what we readers are supposed to do but the story was doing it to me and I finally put it down feeling funny reading it and getting hot about some fiction of a girl at the office crossing her legs and

making the guy look at her from across the room and checking her legs and the crack between and he came over and said something to her that made her blush. Then I started to blush but it was from my imagination and my hands feeling along my dress.

The guy in the story met the secretary after work and they had a drink across the street and she said she had a crush on him and he felt uneasy because he was married but wanted her-on him and she wanted him-in her and the drinks took away their resistance. They arranged to meet later and set up a fake doctor's appointment on the same days and went to a hotel ... and .. well... you know the rest, diary. That's where the story ended but it left me up in the air and feeling my dress.

 

I raised my dress and felt all over my naked legs. I went into my bedroom and found my vibrator, in the bottom drawer, at the back and under the sheets where no one but me would look and went back to the couch. The dog was watching me, licking himself with his long, long tongue.

I laid my head back and continued feeling over my legs and my crack and dipped a figure inside, just checking, diary, but I knew what I would find. It felt good there and I had all day if I wanted to wait that long which I didn't! It was quiet, except for the TV and I switched it to Mute and listened to some birds in the garden and felt myself all over and back and forth. I was being patient. I knew what I was doing and opened my eyes to watch the dog, with eager eyes, looking at me and he seemed curious as to my movements, which were getting faster and making me start to twitch. This is when I started to hope there would be no interruptions and no telephone ringing and that I could just feel and bring myself to the edge.

Day/Night 2 Diary!:Ilm

His name was Barry and he and his wife were our own age and had been to our house for barbecues several times and we had visited them also. We were friends but not close and I had fantasized about him because he seemed so strong. When he handed me the saw I noticed for the first time how big were his hands and started thinking about that old wife's tale-you know about the large size of a man's dick if he had large hands. It made me go wet all of a sudden and I had to sit down and say: @Help yourself."

I knew my face was even redder than it had been. @It's hot outside." I was making light conversation but I felt very vulnerable with him standing there at the refrigerator, his back turned, and I could watch him move without getting caught. But he caught me looking and smiled. @It's hotter in here than it is outside." It was a tone of voice he had that made me wonder if he guessed what I was feeling and then we walked into the living room.

Now I was mortified. There on our couch was my vibrator and it was plugged in, too! Maybe he wouldn't notice but of course, he did notice and smiled at me with a knowing look and sat on the couch. I sat so the vibrator was at least on the other side of me from where he sat.

@My wife thinks that's the greatest invention of all time-better than a hair dryer!" I didn't-couldn't-say anything. 'Is that why your cheeks are red? Now I know what housewives do in the morning while we men are at work." He wasn't being mean, and said it in a light tone.

'Well, now you know,' I said, wondering where this conversation was going.

"Can I watch you use it?" ..."I think I'd better get dressed and do my shopping as soon as you're finished with your drink.' He took me by the wrist, '6Can't shopping wait for a minute?" I just sat there. *Come on, I won't do anything, just watch. I've always wondered if you were as hot as you look. My wife and I even talked about how pretty you are. She thinks you have a great figure. But you know what they say-good on the looks and cool inside.' He reached across me and grabbed the vibrator. "My wife likes it when I watch her use it and she wouldn't mind at all. She would probably even be jealous if she knewwhich she won't." I felt strange with this good-looking man holding my wrist and holding my vibrator and then he turned it on and I thought, dear diary, '6Why not? But just for a minute and then he would have to leave."

I took hold of it. "Let me switch it on for you." It began to hum and I could feel the sound, if that's possible, all through me. I was still hot and getting

hotter, just with the thought of what was happening at that moment. I lifted my dress and put it underneath so he could hear it and see my movements but couldn't actually see me. That was as much as I was willing to do and just for a minute or two but then he kissed me and I put it right between my legs and spread them a little so it was on me and intense and I couldn't help myself and kissed him back and felt him lifting my dress to my waist and he could see I was naked and maybe even see I was really wet and I let myself go and enjoyed it. I was so embarrassed and that made me even more hot and then he put his hands on me and spread me open all the time he was kissing me and I was kissing back in earnest and then I couldn't even kiss him and was breathing air into my mouth. I was some other place, in outer space and climbing my mountain and my hips lifted to that vibrator and I felt his hand go under me and his skin was warm on mine and I was so hot, hot!

He played with me and whispered in my ear how wet I was and he liked that a lot and I was limp and resting and cool between my legs and just lying there. He didn't try anything else but I wanted to see and feel his cock in my hands and inside me and was afraid to say anything. I just couldn't. I was exhausted and how could I look at his wife at our next barbecue. I just laid there with my eyes closed, naked from the waist down and relaxed, very relaxed and noticed how quiet it was when he kissed me and quietly closed the door on his way out.

So now you know why I missed writing the rest of the story until just now and it made me hot just telling you what happened. So I'll close for now and will write again soon, about less exciting things probably, but you never know.

Diary 3:

 

I had gotten mine when my shoulders were very sore and at the same time I was in the appliance section of our department store. The pictures on the box showed a woman using it on her back and so I got it. It was cheap. One of the best buys in my life! When I got it home, I put it on my back and shoulders and it was relaxing but not any more than a hot shower. It laid in the drawer for more than a year when one of my magazine stories had a character who was laughing about vibrators when the other character in the story mentioned them as being as good as a man but you didn't have to wash and cook for it. It got me to thinking.

Of course, I'd heard giggles about '6sex toys" but that was girl giggles and nonsense. Then the story and the giggles I remembered and I said to myself-when I have a private moment I might just give it a try.

Then I got busy on a school project for my daughter-we were building a kind of toy box for the kindergarten kids at a day care center and we were driving to get wood and nails and cutting the pieces and making a real toy box, painting it and it took all my spare time. That project was finished and I had more time to myself during the day.

I wanted to be sure to have some time alone and planned ahead, doing all my washing and cleaning on Monday, Tuesday was My day. The children and husband all out of the house, a little coffee and the early morning news and then I was in for a shower and my lightest housecoat. Back to the kitchen and even a glass of white wine, some music and a quiet mood. I sat and watched outside as a bird flew into the tree and our dog rested in the shade. I had another swallow and began to relax. I wondered if I was being silly, having time alone but I needed this. Finally, I got up and went into the closet-which is where I had tossed the vibrator. It wasn't until later that I felt like hiding it in the drawer.

It had different little knobs and I put on the simplest one, shaped like a thumb, and returned to the living room couch. I had another swallow of wine and started to feel mellow, laying my head back and stretching my legs. My housecoat fell open and I touched my thighs with both hands. They were cool and smooth and my hands made me tingle at my crotch. Maybe I'd just forget my new toy and feel myself and make myself come on my fingers like I always had. I was already a little wet and my finger slipped along my lips easily. I loosened my housecoat some

more and started that nice motion along my lips, fingers spreading, finger dipping and slipping and feeling myself up and I almost lost myself and stopped to have more wine and sat up. I had my plan and I was going to do it.

It's strange, Diary, but I felt guilty or naughty or something like, "I shouldn't be doing this. Doing what? It's my body and I'm just dealing with boredom. Right?" But I was afraid of getting caught. All of it made it more exciting, I guess but I hesitated before switching it on.

It felt good in my hand but I went right to work on myself. That thumb made my skin tingle wherever I put it along my thighs. I closed my eyes and listened to the humming and moved it up and down and all over and just enjoyed the sensations. I moved it through my hairs and along each side and down and back up. My body started responding on its own and I didn't really think what I was doing after awhile as it moved along the lines of my flesh, down one side and the other and then, between and along my lips. I put one hand holding myself open and

with the other worked myself. My feelings told it where to stop but I took it away in a didn't want this to be over quickly, slowly, playing, in hand down to pull the vibrator over move and, eventually few seconds. I

week for this time and wanted it to last but then I put it back there where I wanted, needed, it, to...... beeee. And, Oh! Was it wonderful right there. It made my hips move and I could feel my lips embrace the thumb and quiver and respond. I knew I was really, really wet and it felt so good, like nothing I had ever felt. Then I had to rest and turned it off and lay there breathing hard, my head light with the wine and how intense I had felt.

Diary 4:

This was a day for my reawakening. I felt better about myself in some way because of my experience. I'd never do anything like that but it happened and opened my feelings about myself. Up to that time I was a homebody, a housewife doing house things-washing, cleaning, cooking, and things like that and I was definitely loyal to my family and my husband; had missionary style sex, in bed, at night, at the appointed hour, didn't give blow-jobs, didn't play golf, didn't watch sports. I was about as ordinary a bored housewife as there was. So by accident Barry had

opened me up-in a way taken away another layer of virginity and I felt a new sense of freedom or abandon; I felt empowered to act against boredom with my mind and body. I still went quickly back inside when I got a glimpse of Barry but determined to be out.

I was wearing my new dress, with a bright blue and yellow pattern; with my hair up and my gold neck chain. I looked cool, or so I thought. I walked to our market to do a little shopping and just get out for the first time since my 'visitor.' I felt self-conscious even days later and one or two men seemed to look at me at the market. Goodlooking men with good hands! I leaned over to pick some vegetables from the back and could see they were looking at my legs-one of best features. My dress was a length where inquiring eyes got a good idea of my shape when I leaned out. I didn't wear stockings-not for a trip to the market in mid-day and only thin cotton panties meant they could enjoy the body movement in each of my steps as I went further down the aisle.

 

I wasn't feeling housewife-ish just then and more the "wanton woman" but I felt a sense of release from boredom and I liked that. That was what it was all about at least for a few hours of the day before I returned to my usual duties. I wondered what would be the next bit of exploration for my liberation.

Dear Diary-

'I thought a lot about knocking but couldn't help it.'

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well don't stand out there in the sun," I said. He came in. 'Would you like something ... to drink, I mean." We both laughed. I mean, I think I knew what he wanted but couldn't say and he felt exactly the same: ME, MY BODY AND ME! Or was it HIM, HIS BODY AND HIM? I got him a beer and poured myself some wine. No one would be home for hours, yet. I had the air-conditioning on and it was cool inside. The sound of the air-conditioner shut out the other noises from the street and made it private for us for whatever we wanted to make of privacy.

"You know I've been married over five years. We have a good marriage." I nodded. "But not exciting ... I mean...we love each other an all but it's a kiss at the door and

smile at dinner and a hug in bed and sleep and then we're off to work and another kiss, smile and hug. Not exciting but happy."

I nodded: "Me, too." We sipped our drinks and walked into the living room. (the vibrator was gone, of course, but its memory lingered in both our minds) 'Nothing happened, right?" I think that was true so why did his saying that make me hot? I guess I'd been hot, off and on, for no particular reason, almost all the time since that day.

" I love my husband, too," I said, "He's good to me but we do the same kiss, smile and hug, a lot."

'Have you had a nice day? It's been hot and business is slow so I took the afternoon off but I had something else in mind, obviously. I don't have to be home for

hours."

It wasn't long before I found out my next liberating step but it took me completely by surprise. Guess who came knocking at my door? Again! None other than, you guessed it: Barry. I should have known. The one guy I had been avoiding. He had the same thoughts and was afraid to see me or have me see him. I saw Barry yesterday morning but he didn't see me! I went right back inside and waited. When I went back out the coast was clear. I was still getting used to being out and about and was ready to be seen by everybody, including Barry, but not that early in the morning. Well, Diary@ another day, but it's been awhile since I wrote. Things settled down though I thought about Barry and our few moments together. I was red-faced every time I did. I even went to the market in a different way so I wouldn't drive by his house. It was silly but I didn't know what to say or do when I saw him next, as I knew I would. We even were planning another barbecue at the end of the month but that's a week off and so I can make whatever adjustment and steel myself to act natural as though nothing happened. Really, he did just kiss me and watch and it could have been a lot worse for my plan to pretend nothing happened. I was lucky in one way but I was curious about what could have been every time I thought about it. I hadn't used my vibrator since and kept it in its bottom drawer where it belonged, What did housewives do before they had vibrators? sorry. I missed finishing my diary entry yesterday. But I had a reason. Just as I was starting to build and get good and intense, wouldn't you know, the doorbell rang. It was one of our neighbors who works around the corner at the hardware store. He was returning a handsaw he had borrowed. He was friendly but I think he noticed my face was flushed from my 'excitement.' @You look like you've been working at something," he said. If he only knew how close I was when he had arrived. 'Would you like a drink or something...' is all I could think of saying at the moment. I don't know why I said that. I guess I was nervous but now you will know why I didn't finish my story to you yesterday. I'm skipping the vacuuming ... no one will notice ... and sitting down to read my magazine that came yesterday ... some good stories and lots of advertisements and, use the remote to listen to some TV with these people full of advice and stories. There was a woman today who had done one of these weight loss videos and showed parts of it ... women dancing around and jumping up and down in their leotards. Letting off their sexual energy, I thought. We housewives have to find some way to release it; I know I did. Innovation? No where more innovative then ways to release the primal urges. The dog came inside a moment ago-there must have been too much sun for him even in the shade-so he was sitting there watching me and licking himself.

"Can I fix you a sandwich?" I went into the kitchen to cool off. He followed me and I got out some bread and cheeses and handed Barry another beer. I shouldn't have. I should have asked him to leave. I should have not let him in the first place. I shouldn't but I did and he came up from behind and hugged me and I leaned against him and he pressed his hands around my front and I spread my legs as he cupped his fingers into me. I was wet and I knew he felt it. I held on to the counter as he pulled me back, lifting my dress and pulling off my panties. Maybe it was the wine, maybe I had thought about this and imagined it and didn't know how I would react and I just let him, let him make me naked, let him feel me all over and let him put his finger inside me and then two fingers and I leaned over as he pulled out and I heard his zipper and felt his flesh against me.

I reached under and felt his long cock and balls and stroked him to my lips, just parting them. Holding the kitchen counter, I waited, it seemed a long wait, I was very hot and my lips were around the tip of him. He slid into me easily and very deeply. Then I could feel his balls pressing against me and I lifted myself on him as he hit against me, again and then again and I was lost in my own kitchen with the air-conditioning fan and the quiet of his thrusting and bringing me against his long cock until my knees went weak and he held me up, my weak legs held around his thighs as he pressed me against the counter and I felt I was completely naked, open and filled with him and wet down my thighs and breathless as his movements slowed and I knew he had come, too, and was slowing and cooling and slipping out of me. He kissed my neck and smiled and hugged. This was different, this was exciting. Beautiful the way our bodies were in unison of movement and coming together with more hugs and

kisses and breathings and then, he was gone and I had to hurry and clean up and get rid of the beer cans and drink the wine I had left in the glass.

And I had to go sit on the couch and wonder what further liberations were in store for me. I felt ready for the next episode and turned on the TV to cool down, picked up that old magazine and looked at some of the other stories. If they only knew of my story! It was too hot to read the mag. My dog sat there, licking and looking at me. He seemed to know. I sat and just turned the pages and cooled off.

I must have fallen asleep because I awoke as the door

sprang open to the sound to my two children, delighted to

tell of the important events at school, how one friend was

sent to the vice-principal for being rude to the teacher

and another who caught her hand in the door and went to the

school nurse. Not to mention the "loads and loads of homework" which meant to their rooms and time for me to start dinner, which I did, still in a glow from my 'dull' day.

'Hi! Honey!" and a smile, kiss and hug and back to the salad makings. Then dinner and 'How was work?" 'Okay" and 'How was your day?" 'Okay..." and then television and bed and a smile/hug/kiss and I lay there thinking, dreaming, getting a little wet and turning over so I would not get an errant squeeze and questions ... How would I explain that? I blushed under the sheets and got more wet and a little scared from my exciting day. I decided to put a stop to it. It was wrong. I should be a 'good little housewife" but I felt very naughty and excited. You know, diary. Maybe there were more diaries before therapy was popular. A diary was an understanding friend; and would never tell the secrets but I got hot even just writing to my diary.

To be honest, Barry's cock was very hard and long and made me come extra good. Knowing it was wrong and a secret made me come even more intensely. And I wanted him again. So much for my promises but I had to wait. Maybe he wouldn't visit me when I was alone and I'd have to settle for having my dreams. I heard my husband, next to me, in his deep, 'I'm asleep" breathing and put my hands down to feel myself. I wanted to come again right there with him asleep beside me but I didn't dare!

Next morning when I awoke, my hands were still holding myself, and what dreams I had, of many things and boys and girls and ... I better not say what else. I had to get up and help everyone else off to their day and I couldn't put off vacuuming another day so they were off-smiling, kissing, hugging, and I was doing my obedient housewifery things.

There weren't that many clothes, ironing and dishes and I finished early and took a nap. I needed a rest what with all my nocturnal dreaming which had tired me out. The pillow felt soft and I was soon drifting off. I couldn't keep him out of mind, Barry, and couldn't keep my hands away from myself and then my fingers were at work again.

I saw us, in the kitchen, like it wasn't me. It was me as a third person and watching. And I watched as he put his arms at my waist, lifted my dress, felt all my wet flesh...

And then, I remembered, it was a long time ago when I didn't understand things as well. I had been on my way home from school and full of the usual stories, waiting to tell of the vice-principal and the school nurse and that sort of thing when one of the boys, Steve, came up and started walking along with me. He asked if was going to the school dance and asked me to go with him. It wasn't my first date, that was too scary to enjoy with all the fussing at home and the new dress and shoes and not knowing what to say on a date and whether he would try to kiss mehe did but I didn't kiss back.

This would be the first real dance where I felt comfortable except, until he asked, I had no one to go with. So now I was going, with him, and he was cute and I was looking forward to this one. He asked if we could walk down by the river bank near our home so I went with him. He said we should get to know each other a little before the dance and then we could enjoy it more-it seemed okay to me at the time.

We walked through some of the bushes and bent down to get under some of the brush to where the water came up close to where we were walking. 'Let's sit down for a little." I did. I was a warm day and we both wore lightweight clothing. Steve took hold of my hand when we sat down. 'I've been wanting to ask you to the dance for a long time but I was afraid you would say 'No.' I'm glad someone else didn't ask because you're the cutest girl in class." I wondered if I should believe him but it seemed okay. I was cute and had a pretty body that was filling

out as nice as some of the girls and better than most. He squeezed my hand and I squeezed back.

We sat on the grass by the bank and listened to the trees rustling in the wind. @How many dances have you been to?" he asked. "Last year I went to my first dance and this is the second. I was real nervous the first time. I didn't know what I should wear and what he would do. I mean I went with David." 'I know Dave. He's okay."

'I like him but not that way, I mean, well you know."

Steve nodded and leaned back on the grass, still holding my hand. I sort of felt like lying back with him but didn't. Then I did and looked up at the sky and the clouds. Steve said: 'Could you ever like me, that way?" said I didn't know. He said, *Would you try, at least until after we go to the dance." I looked at him and he smiled and gave me a hug. 'You're really nice." I blushed, I think, and he squeezed my hand and reached to kiss me. I pulled back. I wasn't ready for that and didn't know what would happen next but he held me to his face and kissed me. His lips were nice and I was wrong, I know, but I kissed him back and then he kissed me again and we kissed and kissed for a long time by the river bank and I couldn't hear any wind in the trees and could only feel his lips. He put his tongue in my mouth and I started to sit up but he pulled me back and then I opened my mouth to him. It felt crazy having his tongue slipping in my mouth and he licked my lips then and I felt my body start to tingle.

I put my tongue around his and he held me tight and I got scared and sat up and said 'I've got to go. I'll see you in school tomorrow." And straightened my hair and dress and bent over for my books and walked or almost ran home and went straight to my room when I got home. All my feelings were new to me and I felt uncomfortable and maybe wouldn't go to the dance with Steve. He might try something again. And, too, I felt cool between my legs and looked at myself and put my fingers there and was slippery wet. It felt good when I touched myself so I stopped and started doing my homework. I couldn't pay attention to my work but kept at it and finally got it done but the teacher said I must have been daydreaming and made me do it over!

But about the dance. I saw Steve at school the next day even I did try to avoid him a little and we came to face during lunch break. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it," he said. 'You kiss good." I just looked down and felt that feeling again. 'You want to eat together?' So we walked to one of the benches and had our

lunch. "You're not mad, are you?" "Just eat your lunch, Steve!" I said it in a tone of voice that let him know how I felt-if confused is the word for how I felt or maybe a little scared but excited, you know Diary. I didn't know what it was then but he was the first boy that made me feel excited when I was near him, or even thinking about him.

I'm glad I saw Steve the very next day even if I didn't look him in the face. I felt nervous around him but it was a good nervous. My Mom and I went shopping after school and I got a nice dress for the dance and shoes. So I was going after all. We got home and it was dinner and homework but I couldn't concentrate. All I saw was Steve and his mouth and lips and could almost feel his hands holding me and the warmth of his body and it was hard to do homework when all that was happening.

Then I took a shower and got in bed and looked at the ceiling for a long time and saw Steve and his face and body and hands holding me and his mouth on mine and licked inside my mouth and kind of pretended it was him and promised I wouldn't let him do that because I knew it was dirty and wrong and I was being bad to let him or want him and I wouldn't anymore. I promised myself do any of that again. I was too young and he was being forward and assuming a lot about me and he was very much wrong about me. I didn't want to be "that kind" of girl whether it was exciting or not.

I kept looking at the ceiling. My nightie was very silky and I started touching it and watching Steve. He was cute and his lips were soft on mine and I outlined the shape of my body under the nightie. I had a nice shape and it relaxed me, feeling over my skin. I closed my eyes but he was till there and I imagined he was naked.

I'd never seen a boy naked but I'd seen statues and knew what they looked like except this particular naked boy was Steve! and he was kissing me and making my body feel good. It was okay to do this in my own room. The door was closed and the light out and it was just a dream.

I reached out to him and he took a step and held me. His skin was against me and his hands were all over and lifting my clothing, feeling me and licking my lips. I felt my fingers on my skin and I was slippery again and it was exciting to touch and feel myself. I looked to be sure my door was shut and lifted my leg and put my finger inside and stroked my body and was very wet and turned on my side, leaving my hand there and went to sleep feeling very warm.

Well, Diary, I'm telling you more about what happened years ago to this American Housewife. I hope you don't

mind. I had some good times in school before I started being bored and dull and I like telling you so...

Finally we got to the day of the dance. I lost my appetite. Steve seemed so relaxed at school but all the other girls and I could talk about was getting ready for the dance and what we were all wearing and we decided we wouldn't get there on time, we would be nonchalant and arrive a little later. At least that's what we said. What we did, what I did, was different than planned. In fact, I almost didn't get to the dance at all!

Steve picked me up on time and there was all the fussing to get ready and to meet my parents and to say 'Don't be home too late.' And all that and then we were off. I could see he had washed his car and waxed it. I sat next to the door. He looked at me when he closed the door and smiled and got in and we drove off. "You don't want to get there when it starts, do you?" He was reading my mind. 'Come on, sit over here, next to me." I slid over and was right next to him. I could feel his warmth through my dress. Then he put his arm around me and squeezed my shoulder. "I know a good place we can go and just sit in the car and talk and then we can go to the dance and be a little late." "Okay." I didn't know what was going to happen but it was a good idea to be a little late. It was like telling everyone we had been to lots and lots of dances and didn't need to be on time as there would be plenty of time at the dance even if we weren't the first ones there.

So Steve and I drove along and then we turned off and down a road and were beside the river again. Near where we had been before when he was putting his tongue in my mouth! Except this time we were in his car and kind of private.

Now was the time for me to remember my promise to myself. When I sat close to him it was hard to keep thinking my clean thoughts so I didn't sit as close as I might. But then he put his arm around me and it felt warm and I couldn't help but cuddle a little and feel good about being there and it was pretty, the river, the trees, the car, his arm and leg against me.

'I know we shouldn't but I like you and you're pretty." And I began to weaken. He kissed my neck and ear and breathed on me and turned my face to his. "I love you." I'd never heard anyone say that to me-not from a boy to me! Then he kissed me and I couldn't do anything about it and kissed him and then our tongues were touching and I felt I was getting slippery wet again and didn't know what to do and then sat up again and moved near my door. This was too much for me. The trouble was I liked it and liked him and liked the kissing and getting wet was wonderful and meant I was growing up with strong feelings. I bet the other girls didn't know anything

about feeling like that and I felt proud of myself even if I'd broken my promise so quickly and then he took my hand and I slid right back and we were kissing and kissing and he was breathing on me.

I realized I was breathing hard and my chest was heaving up and down and he kissed my neck and ears and tried to kiss outside my breasts and unbuttoned me and moved my breast to his mouth and all I could do was lean back and let him and enjoy it and worry about what he might do next and I let him feel both my breasts. His kissing was so good. He kissed my mouth and told me my nipples were hard. They were very sensitive and I didn't want him to stop but he had to stop and I pushed his face away and told him 'No." and said 'No' again and he kept kissing me just the same as I squirmed on the seat and then he pushed me down.

I really said 'No!" then but his hands were on me and were I was making them slippery and moving my bottom the more slippery I got. I lost track of where he was or his mouth or hands and pushed at his head with both his hands and felt his stiff cock on my hand and it was wet too and then ... he hurt ... bad but it was too late and it was my fault because I lifted myself up just as he plunged into me but it hurt and I grabbed him around the waist and pushed at him and held him and pushed him away and then just held and hoped he wouldn't leave me he was too deep inside to leave and it was hot and wet and good and I held him to me to try to get him to stop moving inside. It felt too good and I couldn't stand it anymore and had to rest a little.

I was sweating and hurting and feeling hot all at the same time and

We were late to the dance because we had to clean up and cool down and tell each other we were in love and all that. That was the dance I remember most. I don't remember dancing or much else except someone spiked the punch and that bowl was empty before anyone knew. I was sore for a few days and Steve and his family moved to Chicago the next month so we wrote and made promises we couldn't keep but I thought about him a lot for a long time until I met someone else. I had to pretend with him that I didn't know about things and all but we never got serious or into feelings and then were other boys, some who made me horny and some who had bad breath and some who were just fools. I never got to know Steve very well after that night and I wondered what might have happened to us if he hadn't moved.

 

For awhile, everyone I dated had to be compared to Steve and since he had been a surprise and beautiful the other guys weren't surprising even though a few were cute. It was the same old "You're beautiful" and then hands on your breasts and under your dress without any surprises at all and some were more exciting than others but there was Steve and whatever was in second or third place and then I went on a sexual fast. I was tired of all the boys wanting me for sex and I got serious in my studies and didn't go 'parking' anymore.

Maybe I needed a rest. I don't know. But I needed some perspective which I got but I sure felt horny in the meantime and would get wet just looking at some fine guy and when they looked back I had to keep my promises and get back to studying.

After I graduated it was different, looking for a job and meeting different people; listening to the girl talk and getting old enough to drink and go to bars where people hung around and told lies about each other. Mainly the guys told lies: About how pretty I was or I had a good figure when what they really meant was AI want to feel you and have sex"-not necessarily in that order.

It was the first time I really heard girls talk unendingly about themselves and their 'boyfriends" and even some about girlfriends. One or two of the girls admitting have sex with girls as well as with boys. It was amazing to me because I'd heard about it but not from soneone who had actually done it and I wondered if they were just lying to make themselves seem adventurous or important or to shock some of us.

I worked with one of the girls, Harriet, and she told some really wild stories one night so the next day I got brave. 'Harriet, some of things you told us last night were incredible. Were you just joking with us or what?' "I wasn't joking, Marvene, and I didn't believe what I had done either. Maybe I had too much to drink. But then the next day I realized how good it was so I saw her again and did it a second time. What do they say: Don't knock it if you haven't tried it."

Harriet and I talked a lot after that and became friends. She did most of the talking and I listened a lot. I invited her to my apartment for dinner one night and we had a bottle of wine and an Irish coffee and another one after that and all the time Harriet we telling me her 'sex chronicles,' including about the time she was with another girl, at her apartment, having dinner and wine and getting sexy with her in an accidental way and Harriet reached and took my hand and put it on her breast. I laughed. I was nervous ... and felt her breast. She lifted her sweater, no bra, and put my hand on her skin. I was still nervous but her breast was soft and her nipple was suddenly hard. "Kiss my nipple, Marvene," as she took my head and put it on her and I couldn't believe myself but I was kissing her breast and licking her nipple just like Steve had kissed mine. I knew how good it felt when done a certain way and that's what I did to Harriet as she stroked my hair and cuddled my ears, now, with both her hands and said how good it felt and I started to relax and get into it with a girl for the first time!

 

I was so surprised at myself and how making her nipple hard with my tongue was exciting me too. Then I wanted to tell her to stop feeling my ears and neck and was going to and started thinking that was the way Steve had licked my breasts and he must have enjoyed it, too, because I was enjoying it and it was a role reversal then with me being like a guy, the other side of the coin. And then I kissed her other breast after she removed her sweater and leaned back and held me too her and told me it felt good and y mouth was soft and I heard my words to Steve before the dance and I had said things like that and it made him lick me more like I was licking Harriet's breasts and feeling and holding them to my mouth and I didn't want her encouragement any longer and then she put my hand under her dress and up her legs and I could feel how wet she was and the I really wanted this and to make her come and have her under my control and make her squirm.

She was already squirming as I licked and slid down further and spread her legs completely open. "Kiss me there!" Which is what I wanted to do anyway and to taste a woman and lick her spend and feel it on my face and I found her clit which was hard and felt her hands on my face, spreading her lips open to my tongue. It didn't take long for Harriet to start moving her hips and get desperate and out of breath and she started telling me how good I was and how hot she was and clutched me to her and held tight and almost smothered me. When I came up for air she said: "That was good; that was the best!" And it made me feel good inside and then I realized I was very wet and hot too. It wasn't just Harriet so I was embarrassed at breathing hard. 'your face is red Marvene. Are you as hot as you look. Sit up here and let's see."

Then it was her turn to take charge. I couldn't even get my clothes off before she was under my dress with her hands and mouth and I guess I was coming so quick I couldn't believe it and she knew just where to touch and I saw Steve again and wished Harriet had a long stiff cock but this was the next best things and I smothered her what with wrapping my legs around her delicious tongue and face.

After that we just lay there and held each other. Later I made some coffee without liquor. We had had enough excitement.

A day in a life

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A day in a life

 

 

Bill had left for work an hour earlier. His last action before shutting the door was a perfunctory kiss on her cheek as he hurried out the door, his mind already occupied on the day’s events. Again, he had missed the significance of her squeeze on his upper arm; again he missed entirely, the questioning look she gave his retreating back.

 

“Jay; get up, you&r

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squo;re going to be late.”  Jean shouted at the top of her voice over the edge of the banister. Jamie was a typical angst ridden teenage young man, lazy and disinclined to venture out of bed before the last minute, or he had been forgotten about.

 

He moaned something unintelligible in response, turned over and covered his head with the duvet; sure in the knowledge that he could get at least another five minutes before his mother screamed up again.

 

Jean returned to the relative sanctuary of the kitchen and her tea cooling on the breakfast bar. She checked the calendar, crossing off Thursday with the marker pen on a string. Avril, her thirteen year old daughter had made and brought home the renewable calendar in ‘design technology’. It held pride of place on the wall, accessible by the whole family to mark significant dates like birthdays. Today had the words ‘lunch Judy 11.30’; a lifelong friend. They had grown up together, neighbours, gone to school together, dated and where really more like sisters than friends. They married within a few months of each other, had baby boys only a couple of days apart. Their lives had mapped out so closely throughout; they had the same problems, similar children and husbands. Jean was looking forward to her date.

 

Tea drunk, she set about getting her eldest child out of bed. Instead of yelling up through the banister as she had too many times, Jean marched down the passage, climbed the stairs up to the top landing, burst into Jamie’s bedroom, then without saying anything, yanked off the duvet. Jamie galvanised into action, covering his nakedness and jumping up as if stung with a hot poker. In the split second between his sudden uncovering and the reactive jump out of bed, the mother glimpsed his stiff fur covered cock, pointing at the ceiling. ‘That will please someone one day’, she thought to herself; not in the least excited by the sight, just proud of her son’s physique. At sixteen, he was very much growing into a man with all the right proportions.

 

“I warned you.” She told him over her shoulder as she left for the shower with a show of his dismissal. She heard his, whatever muttered softly to her retreating back. Well she had warned him countless times, even promised a bucket of cold water, his embarrassment would do for now, perhaps he would get up in the morning from now on.

 

Eventually, the house emptied of her children, off to school, leaving her the dishes and a pile of dirty clothing trailing from bedrooms towards the family bathroom. Somehow, the clothes never quite made it to the linen basket until she picked them up. Jean finished showering, dried and took time over her choice of clothing.

 

An hour and half later; Jean had tidied up, washed the dishes, put them away and chosen a simple white blouse over a black short skirt to wear; patent leather low heeled sling back shoes and minimal make up; just a light dusting of eye shadow, a quick brush of a blusher under a thin foundation. She looked critically in the full length mirror, noticing for the millionth time, the blemish of a small brown mole at the corner of her left eye. She was not pretty, she thought, couldn’t be described as a beauty by any standards, but she was passable, could hold her own in a crowd; at least Bill thought so when he joked it would need to be a large crowd. After nearly twenty years married, his jokes all sounded the same, worn and dated, same as their conversation, their sex life and pretty much everything else. She switched off that train of thought before it went too much further and left her crying as she did too often these days.

 

Her eyes were too wide apart, her nose not in proportion, being small and upturned; her skin needed help; her hair was always a struggle to control, being too fine and a russet brown that she wished was blonde. Jean shrugged as she usually did, tried to accept her plainness, not let the familiar pangs of a slight jealousness toward Judy, who was one of those lucky bitches who always looked fabulous, never seemed to put an ounce of fat on even after childbirth, who’s clothes always fitted straight off the rail and always looked as the designer intended; who made Jean feel second rate, an almost, a could have done better, type of person.

 

She left the semi-detached house, locking the door behind her. Her car waited on the drive, only a sensible Honda Civic, but enough for her needs and the occasional school run when the kids were running too late. She drove sensibly into town, parked safely in a designated spot, fed the machine the correct amount of coins, took the ticket and stuck it prominently in the screen. Bill had a thing about parking fines; he always went over the top if she collected a fine. It inevitably led into a row that ended incomplete when he shut down at her mention of some independence, a bank account of her own perhaps, a life that wasn’t solely wrapped around him and the kids. Bill couldn’t see that Jean needed something else, something that took her away from the house, away from family matters, away from total immersion; he refused to believe she would need to be someone other than Misses Gallaher, house wife; he would refuse to continue the argument as soon as she got into that area, would turn his back or simply walk out of the room.

 

She arrived at the restaurant ten minutes early; secured a table by the window and settled to wait for Judy who would be fashionably late as always. Jean waved the waiter away as he hovered at her shoulder and watched the passing people who all seemed to be rushing to somewhere important. The only ones ambling looked hopeless; aimless and without purpose entirely; she felt conjoined with them, had an empathy with their plight; understood the maudlin feeling of lack of direction, as if they were all just waiting to die with nothing left to look forward to.

 

Her mobile phone chirruped in her handbag after she had sat there for nearly half an hour. She hated the damned thing, but agreed with Bill, to keep it for emergencies.

 

“Hello”. She didn’t think to look at the screen to see who was calling her.

 

“Hi, it’s Judy”… the mechanically tinny voice announced “…Jean, I’m so sorry, I can’t make it today; something has come up. Can we make it next week? I’ll tell you all about it then; okay?. Thanks hon.”

 

“Oh! Okay.”

 

“Thanks; love ya.” The connection was broken at the other end.

 

Well bugger that, thought Jean; Judy was just like everyone else who she was associated with, never a thought for my feelings, no thought about what I might want, she didn’t even ask how I was or even where. She waved at the waiter and ordered a large glass of Merlot; told him no; she didn’t want to eat, just the wine thanks.

 

It was while sipping the deep red wine that Jean made the decision to take over her life, or at least, made the decision that would lead to the mastery of her immediate future. She had thought many times in the past about making some radical changes, Judy letting her down was the final tipper, her resolve was set.

 

Feeling completely new, somewhat rejuvenated, Jean left the restaurant to find a labour agency. She had decided to find a job, it didn’t really matter too much what it was, but something that would provide the first step towards her independence and a life she could call her own; to hell with what Bill had to say about it; it wasn’t like they could discuss it, he never wanted to know.

 

An hour later, she had an application form in her clutches. The initial interview with a girl a fraction of her age had gone well. Her typing speed and accuracy were pretty good for someone who hadn’t been in employment for the last fifteen years. She supposed the hours spent on her son’s computer, writing short stories and articles for the church magazine had helped.

 

She headed towards the park, it was a nice day, she intended to fill out the application on a bench and then hand it back to the too young recruitment consultant. Jean found a seat in the small, pagoda covered cafeteria and ordered a tea. The form only took her a few minutes to complete; she put it back into her bag and relaxed to enjoy the sunshine and steaming drink.

 

She noticed him sitting at another table no more than ten paces away. Her first thought was that he was beautiful; beautiful in a very male sense, his features conspired to create a picture of maleness that had all the attributes of Adonis. His dark hair, slightly silvered at the sides, was immaculately combed, cut into his nape. His suit was obviously expensive, well tailored and fit as it was designed; Paul Smith, she thought.

 

Jean appraised him, judging his age to be around middle forties. His brown leather shoes that complimented the rest of his garb were polished to a high shine, almost patent in lustre.

 

She realised he was smiling with an enigmatic lift of one corner of his sensuous mouth. Small creases at the edge of his eyes gave rise to the supposition he might smile often. Jean realised his smile was directed at her. Immediately self conscious, she withdrew her stare and studied her hands instead. After a few minutes, she chanced another glance in his direction. He remained exactly as he had before, smiling slightly, returning her appraising look. Again, Jean looked elsewhere and then smiled herself, at her own sense of the ridiculous; she was acting like a crush ridden school girl, the smile was as much for her own depreciation as the unfamiliar flutter in her breast, a feeling she had thought long gone.

 

She shrugged slightly when her next glance revealed that he no longer sat at the table. She felt a small disappointment, but dismissed it and prepared to return the completed form to the labour agency.

 

“Allow me.” He had come from behind, grasped her chair back and took her elbow; an old fashion courtesy. His voice matched him perfectly; cultured, with a vibrato that hinted a good baritone signing voice.

 

“Oh;” She jumped at his sudden appearance. “Thank you.”

 

He pulled the chair away from the table as she rose to allow her room to turn to face him. He was very close to her, perhaps too close for comfort, her personal space felt invaded. The unfamiliar flutter returned in her breast; suddenly she was nervous, but she couldn’t think why except perhaps his familiarity in closing down the gap between them.

 

“Frank.” He stood several inches above her, perhaps six foot she guessed. His cologne carried on the slight breeze, she didn’t recognise it.

 

“Um… Jean.” She felt confusion, but excited by his attention.

 

“Well Jean, can I walk you through the park? It’s a lovely day, some company would be nice.” Without waiting for her answer, her took her arm in a familiar manner and steered her through the maze of cast iron tables and chairs to the expanse of the pathway of the park.

 

They chatted like old friends as the scenery slipped by unnoticed. He was in town on business, ran an accountancy practice with three partners; was unmarried, at least not married after a divorce. Had three children, all of whom had grown up and left home. Lived in a small village in Buckinghamshire, loved dogs and kept a horse, but didn’t ride. Jean told him of her life, marriage, children, and then completed her story with the announcement of her immediate plans towards emancipation. As the time went by and they did a second circuit of the park, she found herself liking the man more and more. She felt relaxed, even a little relieved to have shared her plans with another human.

 

“Would you like a drink?” He asked, “My Hotel is just around the corner from here.”

 

Jean thought about it for a second. Then began to talk her self out of it, then; thought, why not? She answered, yes, she would love a drink. Privately, she thought it might lead to something else, something rather more dangerous than a simple drink. The realisation that she was being picked up came as a surprise to her normally safe and protected life, it made her feel wanton, but more than that, she found didn’t care. It wasn’t like her life was so full of excitement. Jean revelled in the wantonness of what she was entering into; she marvelled at her willingness to fall into this brief encounter; she considered the repercussions and then dismissed them all along with any guilt.

 

A short walk later found them in his Hotel room and ice melting in two glasses of gin and tonic. They sat opposite each other in arm chairs in the adequately sized sitting room of his suite, continuing the chat that harboured on nothing very much.

 

“I have to tell you Frank, this isn’t something I have done before. I’m not in the habit of going with a relative stranger into their room and, to be perfectly honest, don’t know what happens next.” Jean thought that she should be uncomfortable, should be ready for flight from the predicament, but she didn’t, she was quite taken by the ease she felt, was happily drinking a g and t with this beautiful man in his room, was perfectly comfortable in the knowledge that she would fuck him in a while and all this was just a prelude.

 

“Jean, if I thought for one second, that you were that type of woman, I can assure you, we would not be sitting here now.” His voice softened to a deep rumble, she liked it very much.

 

Jean got up from her chair and looked at him. Her hands found buttons and one by one, from the neck down, she undid them, leaving her white blouse open, but still tucked into her skirt. She kicked off her shoes and pushed them to one side with her foot. She reached around her back to undo the clasp and zipper of her short skirt, once released, it fell to the floor around her feet; she pulled her blouse off, laid it on the arm of the chair and stood facing him in her bra and panties. She felt no embarrassment at her near nakedness, but rather, bravery she could only dimly remember from her adolescence.

 

“Do I please you?” She asked coyly, hoping that he would say yes. Jean delighted in the sheer risk of what she was about, felt excitement at the prospect of fucking this stranger in his hotel room; she was experiencing something akin to euphoria at the lack of remorse and willingness to become almost sluttish for this one time.

 

“Yes you please me Jean, very much. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous; you are beautiful.” His appraising look took in her whole body as she stood there before him, almost naked, one foot slightly in front of the other, knee bent across, her hands hanging limply by her sides, her shoulder length brown hair, shining in the sunlight streaming through the window, slightly mussed, partially screening the left side of her face, all in all, a wonderful stance, a picture of womanhood. He felt fortunate, grateful even, that she had consented to this liaison; had become a willing partner. He was well aware that this was possibly a first for her, probably, she had never strayed from her safe marriage, very likely had harboured deep seated thoughts of just such an occasion.

 

Frank stood to remove his clothes, but Jean came to him, took his hands and placed them at his sides. Looking up into his eyes with a steady gaze, she reached up and undid the top button of his shirt, then, with the same intense stare; she felt for and undid each in turn until they were all open. Her hands slipped under the loose flaps of cotton to run over his hairy chest, travelling outwards to brush over his nipples, then up to his shoulders to slip his shirt off. She had to undo the cufflinks so that it could be taken from him, this she did slowly, maintaining the eye contact all the while. When his shirt was draped over the arm of his chair, Jean again ran her hands over his chest, feeling and kneading, her fingers found his nipples and gently pinched them. It was an intense feeling and made him gasp softly.

 

She found the buckle of his belt, still staring intently into his eyes; she deftly flipped the buckle apart, and then manoeuvred the waistband button undone. Her eyes did not waiver one iota while she slipped the tab of his zipper down. His trousers fell into a crumpled heap around his ankles; he stepped out of them and kicked the discard aside. He stood, arms as she had arranged them, hanging loosely at his sides, in his boxers and socks.

 

Jean’s knees folded slowly, all the while, she kept her gaze into his eyes, her hand found the opening of his boxers, found his cock sheathed inside and pulled it out. She had knelt sufficiently enough now, that her face was below his cock, but her stare still held him in thrall. Slowly, as if with infinite care, she opened her mouth and took his head between her lips. His semi-harness was no problem to her; she sucked his length to the back of her mouth, working her tongue on the nerve centre at the base of his head. He thought it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. The working of her tongue behind his cock head was almost painful in the pleasure it gave him, but the way she had managed to do this without once averting her stare, was a wonderful sight.

 

She withdrew him from the warmth of her mouth, licked around his head with the tip of her tongue and then slipped him back into her mouth to begin a rhythmic motion that took him slightly deeper with each bob of her mouth. She had almost all of him between her red lips; he could feel the back of her throat and tongue, working him deeper. The feeling it evoked in him was almost unbearable, but then she pulled him almost all the way out, then swiftly, sucked him back in until her lips met the base of his cock. He was deeper in her throat than he had ever been with any other woman and all the time, she had kept the eye contact, not even blinking, just a steady, determined examination of his face and the windows to his soul.

 

She worked him in her throat, feeling the girth of his cock expand as blood flowed to the call of his nerve endings. His length was manageable she thought, Jean was intent on swallowing him all the way down, she took it slowly, at her own pace, until she had his pubic hair tickling her nose. His heat and the slight musky sweat smell of his pubis were like an aphrodisiac to her. She did what she had always wanted to; get a man in his entirety into her mouth. Bill always came too quickly for her to be able to do it with him in the time it needed to achieve her goal; this man had a far better self control it seemed. She studied his eyes, watching for any tell tale signs that he was about to come. A corner of her mind noted the pleasure lines around his eyes and delighted in his reactions as she fucked him into her throat. Because she had been able to take it at her own pace, the gag reflex had been overcome, he was now all the way down her throat, that knowledge gave her a thrill that travelled up from her genitals to the top of her head in a wave of delicious pleasure that made her cunt leak it’s lubricants.

 

Frank took her face in one hand and pulled his cock from her mouth, the pleasure she was imparting would have him beyond the point of no return if he allowed her to continue. He cupped her chin as she kissed his head one more time, and lifted her up to a standing position. She continued to search his face with that steady gaze as he bent and lifted her into the crook of his arm. He carried her to the bed in the next room and gently laid her askance so that her feet hung over the side.

 

It was her turn to have him return the favour. Carefully he hooked the waist of her panties with his thumbs and, with her help, removed them to be left on the floor. She was not shaved he discovered, but certainly trimmed, her pubic hair was short, cut into a panty line. He could smell her aroma of lust, a heady concoction exuding from her organs, it served to heighten his need for her body. Frank knelt between her parted legs, supporting them behind the knees and descended towards his object of desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting immediately her readiness, brushing lightly against her hairy labia. She was intoxicating to him; he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her until he was spent, but he also wanted this experience to last for as long as he could, his self control took over.

 

His tongue tip worked between her lips, adding his saliva to her natural essence, questing for and then finding her clit. Lightly, he teased her nub with just the very tip of his pointed tongue, feeling her shiver and gasp as he increased the pressure and tempo of his attentions. Judging the time to be right, Frank sucked her clit into his mouth, gratified by her hardness, her taste and the sudden screech that issued from her mouth that seemed to be remote from his vantage point. Her knees jerked up, altering his angle somewhat and needing an adjustment from him. Finding the right position, Frank once again sucked her into his mouth, between his teeth and began to flick his tongue tip over the sensitive nub. Jean gasped and shivered her breathing rapid and shallow between clenched teeth. Without thought, her legs opened wider, as far apart as possible to allow him full access. The pleasure his mouth was giving her was electric, all consuming, an endless high that had her panting and coming in wave over wave of delirious, nerve jangling euphoria. The she did something that she had never managed before, the pleasure was so intense, and she came, in a torrent of amber fluid, coating his face in her warm excretion. She cried out at the total ecstasy of the moment and grasped his head in claw like hands to force him deeper into her cunt. He ignored her condition, just continued to punish her clit until she shuddered a second time, forcing him to swallow her come or let it dribble to soak his knees.

 

Jean could hardly breathe, the effort of automotive response and the intensity of her orgasm, confused her brain into making mistakes. Sensing her predicament, Frank withdrew from her clit, but only far enough to then bury his tongue into her wanting cunt. Slowly, he worked it building into a regular rhythm that allowed her to calm, before taking her to another, but different orgasm. The stimulation was quite different from that of her clit, but no less pleasurable. Fairly shortly, the pressure of another devastating climax built in her abdomen until it over spilled with a third flush of her come.

 

She was in no condition to continue for the moment and needed to rest. Frank lay beside her on the bed, crooking her head on his elbow, running his free hand over her breasts, marvelling at the hardness of her nipples and the smoothness of her alabaster like skin. He kissed her mouth and ran his tongue over her parted lips. They were dry from the incessant gasping of their sex. Wordlessly, Frank extricated himself from under her head, got up from the bed and fetched a glass of water from the mini-bar. He offered the glass to Jean who took it gratefully and gulped a mouthful then licked her lips.

 

He clambered back onto the bed as she reached across to put the glass on the side table. Her back was turned to him; he noticed the freckles across her shoulders, the muscles under her taught skin. He traced a finger over the humps of her backbone and watched the shiver it produced. He pushed her gently a little more so that she was lying completely on her side. He caressed her back, his hands travelling over her smooth, cool skin to her hips, then back to the nape of her neck. Unhurriedly, he shuffled across the bed so that his cock rested in the cleft of her buttocks. His arm slipped under her neck while his other hand reached around and found her nipples. His hardness restored, Frank slipped his cock between her buttocks as she bent at the waist to fit against him in a foetal position.

 

He eased her cheeks apart until his cock was positioned, then with a deliberately slow pelvic thrust; he pushed his cock head into her cunt and was rewarded with a wriggle of her hips to help him. Frank fucked her laying side wise slowly, while Jean pushed back on him, helping to make his thrusting reach deeper into her body. It was an easy rhythm, comfortable, something they could both keep up without it bringing them too close to orgasm. He stroked her hair, shoulders and back as his cock thrust into her, he marvelled at her beauty, at the smoothness of her flawless skin, at the litheness of her body.

 

Easily, he flipped her over so that, they remained in coitus, she lay with her back on his chest, her legs parted to either side of his. It allowed Frank to explore her stomach, her breasts and then a finger against her clit. At this touch, the comfortable rhythm increased to a wild rut she approached a rapid climax. Frank reached around to find one of her hands. He grasped her left hand and guided it to her soaked sex. Dexterously, he manipulated one of her fingers out and positioned the pad of it on her clit. With little encouragement, Jean rubbed and pinched her self while he continued to tease her nipples and fuck her from behind.

 

In a manner, Jean felt trapped, lying prostrate on top of him with her back on his chest, her legs, uselessly parted on either side of him; impaled on his thrusting cock. Her own fingers teasing her clit, the arm attached trapped by his arm as it encircled her. Her breasts at the mercy of his kneading hands and pinching fingers, her head resting against his cheek; the trapped feeling added to her enjoyment, she was aware of the now, familiar feeling of pressure of another devastating orgasm. She worked her clit harder, rubbing as hard and fast as she dared, all the time, feeling the onrush of her climax.

 

It hit her suddenly, the sudden confounding of nerves, the rush from her body of her come, the inability to control her arms and legs as the totally encompassing feeling washed over her. Her knees drew up to her chest, forcing Frank from her body as a stream of golden come squirted from her body in a parabolic arc to splash on the floor.

 

Jean settled in diminishing shudders while Frank stroked her shoulders. She wanted him to come, she wanted him to complete as she had so many times over the last few hours, and she determined that she would take him to completion in her mouth. Decision made and control of her limbs regained, Jean twisted around, kissed Frank on his lips then wriggled down the bed to engulf his wonderful cock.

 

It was her intention that he would come in her throat as deep as he had been before, but she knew that having him so deep could only be a fairly short thing before the need to breathe took over, so she grasped him in her hand and slowly began to work him. If she could get him close and then swallow him, she might, if she timed it right, get her reward.

 

Jean knelt alongside him, studying his rigid cock as she pumped him in her hand. She hadn’t realised just how big he was perhaps ten inches or so, more than she had thought. Frank moaned; he was getting closer; his cock was rock hard in her hand. Judging the time to be right, Jean bent at the waist and licked the pre-come from his slit. It was slightly salty to taste. Then she parted her lips and sucked his head between her teeth while her hand continued to pump him. She slowly sunk onto his hardness, allowing him to enter her little by little, she formed an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger so that she could still work him while most of his cock was now in her mouth. Frank mini-thrust, not wanting to drive himself too deeply into her and spoil the magic she was performing. Jean sensed his need, knowing that it was the precursor to his climax, she stopped wanking him, instead; she slipped him from her mouth, then sucked him deep into her, lifted a little then descended to allow more of him to enter her mouth, taking him deeper and deeper. Jean took a deep breath and with only a few more of these mouth fucks, she had him completely down her throat, pleased that she had taken the time to do it at her pace, his cock was twitching violently. Jean fucked him into her throat, his pubic hair rammed against her nose. With a few more bobs of her head, she felt his first spurt of come hit the back of her throat. Now she thought, and buried him all the way into her. His seed spurted in long spasms as she kept him as deep as his length would allow; Frank yelled and screeched as his cock exploded it’s spend into Jean.

 

They lay entwined and slept the sleep of the sated for an hour. Jean woke first, found the shower and cleaned herself of the stink of sex. She felt totally satisfied, felt absolutely no remorse, no guilt, even pleased with her self. She dried and then dressed slowly, touching herself as she did so, relishing the delicious thrill of the memory of what she and Frank had done. Jean had never had such an all consuming climax before; having several in the same day was just fantastic, beyond belief.

 

Frank woke as Jean emerged from the bathroom.

 

“Thank you Jean; you are a remarkable woman; I can honestly say that was the best I have ever enjoyed.” The sincerity of his words was echoed in his eyes that took her in all over again.

 

“No thank you Frank. I have never known sex could be like that, have never felt so switched on. It is me who should be thanking you.” She walked over to the bedside and kissed him goodbye.

 

“Goodbye Frank. Thank you.” With that, she picked up her bag and slipped out of the hotel room to return to her life that was going to be very different now. She had a ticket in the windscreen of her car, but it didn’t matter, pretty soon, she would pay her own parking fines.

 

 

Chucks Huge Penis Pleases Everyone Part 1

donna_mom on Cheating Stories

Chuck was a 28 year old man. He was very attractive but also very dumb. He had tan skin and a well built body, he looked liked he was only about 20 years old, the thing most attractive though, was his 13 by 3 inch cock. He had a somewhat chubby brunette wife that he married a month ago named Jenny.Chuck loved Jenny they fucked everynight after Chuck came home from his job. Chuck worked at a grocery store and made a little bit more then minimum wage. He didn't seem to care though since Jenny made enough to get them though life. One night Chuck left work at 10:10, 10 minutes after the store closed. He reliezed that he had left his cell phone and wallet in his locker. He 10 minutes back to the store, there was only one car left in the parking lot. He walked into the store and back to the brea
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k room. He walked into the break room. He walked in one of the head managers, Tracy. Tracy was laying on the table completely nude and fucking a large pink dildo. Tracy had her right leg up and was bucking her pussy all over the dildo. She had long dark brown hair, she wore glasses, and big wet lips. Chuck's dick became very stiff as he watched Tiffany's perfectly rounded, larged b sized breasts bounce up and down. "Oh fuck, fuck yyyyyyyyeahhhhh" Tracy moaned louder and louder still with her eyes closed. She slammed the dildo into her bald pussy lips, faster and faster she went, her shrieks turned into screams as Tracy erupted all over the dildo. She slowed her hand down and collapsed on the table. By now Chuck cock was fully erect and very noticable. Chuck stood in amazment, suddenly slowing rolled off the desk and turned away from Chuck. Tracy grabbed her black lace thong and put it on. Chuck watched the lace disapear between Tiffany's buttcrack. She put on her silk black bra still having her back towards Chuck. Tracy turned around to pick up her shirt. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Chuck. She jumped up "Chuck what are you doing here" she yelled. "I forgot my phone" Chuck stammered."Oh my god" Tracy said, she spotted the pink plastic cock on the floor. Tracy looked back toward Chuck, she saw his ragging boner. Tracy smiled and walked toward Chuck, "So what did you think as the show" she smirked as she stood right in front of him. "Great" Chuck said. "Since im finished how about I just do you" Tracy smiled as she placed her warm hand on Chuck's fully erect cock. Tracy got on her knees and unzipped Chuck's pants. His 13 inch monster sprung out of his pants, "oh my gosh, it's fucking huge" Tracy shrieked. Chuck smiled. Tracy took 5 inch of cock and started to bounce her head on Chuck's freakishly large dick. This was the best feeling ever for Chuck. Within minutes Tracy's head was slurping cock as fast as a rocket, Chuck felt his balls tighten. Tracy pulled out the cock just in time as Chuck sprayed his think cum all over Tracy's bra and cleavage. Tracy wipped a finger through her cleavage and pulled out a large strand of white cum. She sucked her finger till all the cum was off and swallowed. Tracy continued doing this until she got every drop possible. Tracy stood up and got the rest of her clothes, "lets talk about a raise for you, sometime after work" she smiled as she walked out the room. Chuck grabbed his phone and wallet and drove home. Chuck had the next two days off. He enjoyed fucking Jenny for serveral hours boths nights after she got home. He had decided that he wasn't going to tell her or anyone else about the affair. Thursday he was back at work. Tracy had the night off and Chuck was sad to hear about that. The strange thing was that almost eveyone in the whole store had heard about the night with Tracy. He wondered if Tracy told. The cashier he worked with today was a single 35 year old woman named Carrie.Carrie had lite brown hair with blonde highlights, b-sized tits and an average sized ass. Carrie and Chuck were already were friends but Carrie was asking alot of questions about Tracy. Chuck denied it and said he didn't know what she was talking about. "Well is it true you have a 13 inch cock" She asked. Chuck smiled, "I'll take that as a yes" She smierked, a customer wlaked into their lane. At about 9:30 everyone but Carrie and Chuck were left. They hadn't seen a costumer for 15 minutes and decided to see if anyone was in the store. They checked every row, nothing. "I guess theres no one here" Chuck said."You know what you can do now right" Carrie asked. "what" Chuck asked, "show me your cock" Carrie demanded. "I can't-its not right i'm married" Carrie starred at him. "No I can't-No" Chuck tried to resist. "Your saying you don't want to fuck this" Carrie turned to her side and slapped her ass through her skin-tight black silky pants, "come on, I know you do". Chuck couldn't help it, Chuck pulled his pants down to reveal his semi-hard cock. Carrie quickly jumped to her knees and put the cock in her mouth. Chuck's cock quickly filled Carrie's mouth as his cock became hard. Chuck pulled Carries shirt off and started to squeeze Carries breasts as she continued to suck on his monster cock. Carrie stopped and pulled Chuck to the ground. Carrie pulled off her tight pants and licked Chucks purple head and licked down to his balls and then up again. Carrie pulled off her purple thong and squatted over the enormous dick. She slowly sat on the cock. She moaned loudly as she she took in 3 inches.Chuck grabbed Carries ass and tried pushing her down, 3 more inches went in. Juices were flowing down Carries legs as wave after wave of orgasms hit. Chuck pushed 2 more inches into the bald pussy. "No more" Carrie screamed, Chuck slowing shoved another inch into the already streched pussy. Carrie began to buck wildly against his cock. She screamed in delight as she and Chuck had their orgasms at the same time. Carrie slowly got off his cock and began to suck it, she did this until Chuck was soft. Carrie and Chuck got on their clothes and left exactly at 10. He got home to find 2 suitcases and a note on the door. Chuck walked to the door and read the note : Chuck, Tracy called about tomorrow night she said she couldn't wait to fuck you AGAIN! It's over, good bye! Chuck got into his car and drove to a hotel and spent all of his cash that he had left. The next day at work Chuck saw Tracy he tried to pretend that he didn't see her, but she saw him. Tracy walked over, "I hope you didn't mind me breaking you and Jenny up, you want to come to my place tonight" she said as she squeezed his ass from behind, "ok" was all Chuck could say. At 8, when he got off Tracy was waiting, "Don't worry about your car I'll drive you to work tomorrow, after some fun tonight" she winked. They drove to Tracy's house. They got out of the car and Tracy ran him up to the master bedroom. Tracy owned a 2 story house in the middle of no where, about 25 minutes away from the store. Tracy quickly pushed Chuck onto the bed and told him to get ready for a fuck of a lifetime. She then walked into her walk-in closet and closed the door. Chuck pulled down his pants and got his dick ready. Several minutes later Tracy walked out of the closet, she wore black stockings, a 5 inch stiletto heels, and her sexy black glasses. She jumped on top of Chuck, "I'm ready" Chuck positioned his cock and inserted 6 inches "I've been practing to get ready for this. Tracy used her whole body and pushed 3 more inches in before she let out a loud deep moan. Precum leaked out of Chucks dick into her snatch. Chuck and Tracy humped for about 5 minutes. Tracy then stopped and pushed another inch in, she now had 10 full inch up her pussy. She shouted and screamed in delight as Chuck started to fuck her, Chuck squeezed and pinched her nipples as she bounched on top of him. Tracy screamed as her orgasm shook her whole body for what seemed like about a minute, Chuck was so excited seeing Tracy like this he pumped his sperm into Tracy's drenched snatch and filled her up with cum. Chuck moved into Tracy's house for the time being. 2 weeks later they found out that Tracy was pregnant and Chuck got a raise. Part 2 is hopefully to come soon.

New york Waiter

gokothegiant on Cheating Stories

I was surprised when my phone signalled I had a message. Checking it  I saw it was my wife,on a business trip to New York, saying her waiter had just asked if he could come up when he got off. What did I think? Well, I'll tell you , that was the farthest thing from mind. Iwas really surprised when I read it. Our marriage was strong, no fooling around, not even much more than looking. I assumed she was just lonely, wanting to talk or even have some phone sex, so i sent back..'sure, go ahead.'

'Really?'

'Sure, send me a picture, and no kissing.'

I thought that was the end of it, and went back to my work at th

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e computer when my email dinged.

'I took his phone number.'

Ok, a fantasy email session then.

'And...'

'I called him. Be here at 12'

'Okay, but remember the 8" minimum rule' I sent, smiling.Anticipating tehfollowup messages I took my cock out and started stroking it to hardness.This wasn't the first time we had played this game. I left my email open and was composing my first few messages when, about ten minutes later, my phone chirped again. This time it was a picture message. My wife in a very low cut nighty, fingering her pussy.

'Nice' I sent on email.

Then a few minutes later another picture message, this time of a young man, apparently at her door.

I  thought a minute and then sent..'?'.

'Him'

Now I was really thinking hard. I wasn't expecting that.Tall, slender, dark complexion, maybe 25.

'Well hung looks like'.

I read that slowly the reality dawning on me that she was going to fuck him, or at least make me think she was.

'Hmmm'

'Now is your chance.'

Then..'?'

I decided to call her bluff and sent 'go for it'

 There weren't any more messages for nearly 30 minutes, then another picture message, this time with no text, just a close-up of her pussy oozing cum.

'What? What?'

Then

'What, really?'

Then I put my thoughts  aside. if i were there in similar circumstances i might have been tempted too with an equal temptation. he was young and apparently a stud. Were it me and a good looking young blonde had propostioned me, somebody say 25 or so, with big tits and an alluring smile, I would have thought about it too. especially since she had been gone for nearly amonth and had told me she was soooo horny. What if it was me? and she did let me know, and I had said sure... go ahead.I sent another message to her. 'Mmmm. Good?'

'very.'

'Gone?'

'Yes'

I called immediately. I don't know if she thought I was going to get all emotional or what, but as soon as she answered, before she could say anything I asked only 2 things.

'No kissing? Meet the minmums?'

'None, babe, and yes, by at least 2 inches.'

I asked what she felt like. Was she upset? Was she...what?

'Unsettled a bit, but, he asked if he could come back tomorrow. I told him yes, but only if you said he could.I asked if he would consider you being here with me.And he said absolutely. I told him you wouldn't do him and there was no way he'd ever kiss me.'

I thought about it for a few minutes. 'Call him and tell him I already booked a flight.'

I'm not sure how this will al play out, but it is my sincere belief i am about to experience something with my milf wife I have thought about, something she has told me she did before we met, Something I dreamed about when I was fantasizing. I was about to fuck her along with another man.

She had told me about a time when she was younger one night while we were in bed fucking.A few months before we met eight years ago she had been a young, wild, knocout with a sexual appetite , free and clear of emotioinal hangups One weekend she had tken a trin trip to Denver. Whil on the train a guy sat nest to her and chatted her up for a hundred miles or so, then invited her to the back of the car, where they shared the lav compartment for a quickie, her sitting down at first to suck his cock, then standing and leaning over so he could fuck her.When they got off the train he was met by his roommate and his girlfriend. they took a ride back to their apartment where she smoked some pot, drank some wine, and then found herself getting felt up by teh woman that had met them. Not to seem rude 9so she says) she was returning the favor with great gusto when she felt a hand on her tit, the roomate's.She didn't find it a bad experience, and soon enough had his cock in her hand, when the guy from train started feeling her cunt with one hand and the other woman's tits with the other.. A few more tokes and they were all naked with the other woamn directing the action...lick her here, feel her tits, kiss her, feel my tits. The she told my wife-to -be to get on her hands and knees with her legs spread apart, The roommate slid under her , his cock sticking straight up She lowered herself onto his cock and as it was sliding into her cunt the other guy placed his cock at her ass. She needed no more necouragement, but the woamn kept saying fuck her, hard, harder.... nad then my wife couldn't talk because she had the woman's mouth on hers, their tongues playing with each other, two huge cocks pounding into her, and pot and wine in her head. In the morning , full of cum and loving every drop of it, she went her way.

Now I was about to share this , years after the fact.

'Remember your story about the train?'

'Oh, yes. But that was no story.'

'Tomorrow night'

'I can't wait. I've wanted to do that agin with you since I met you but couldn't quite bring myself to suggest it. I loved the feel of two big cocks in me, and now tomorrow...'

'See you then. Red lipstick (my favorite), eye shadow, something sexy on...'

I will,' She said. 'Bright red, dark shadow, sexy as hell, slutty all the way. And slutty all night long.'

I can't wait.

let me know what you think. I'll let you know how it turns out , if you ask. gokothegiant@yahoo.com

Getting Some Trim

PeterJenson on Cheating Stories

I'm Gary, in my early fifties, in good shape and like most men my age, I "LOVE PUSSY." Especially when it's from a girl 20 years younger. So, let me tell you about a fantasy I have about my young hairdresser.



Her name is Deena and she's about 27 years. She's a little chubby, not much but I find her "FUCKING SEXY!" She's different from my other hairdresser, who is about 35 years old. She's al

My Life With Paul Part 1

anonymous on Cheating Stories

 

My Life With Paul Part 1.

 

Everything seemed perfect for me. I was eighteen a virgin and engaged to a great guy in his early twenties. He had a good career thanks to his dad plus he was very good looking. He was five eight, 155 pounds of muscle. On his spare time he worked out

My Sweet Leticia

zorro7191 on Cheating Stories

Ever since I met Leticia, she had kicked around the idea of getting breast implants, much to the dismay of her husband.  Of course, he hated the idea because he was one of those insecure idiots who thought she wanted to get them just to attract the attention of men.

Knowing Leticia as I did though, I knew, and of course she told me that she had always wanted just a little more size up there.  Not to mention she knew the implants would add more firmness and lift to her breasts.  Now Leticia wasn't exactly flat-chested.  She was already a small C-cup but wanted to be at least a full C.  She felt that approaching her 34th birthday and having had a daughter several years before, her breasts weren't what they used to be.  Of course, having seen her bare breasts a few

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times, I always did my best to convince her that she had beautiful breasts which she did.  Leticia herself is a beautiful woman.  She is about 5'5" and at that time last June weighed about 130 lbs. having recently lost 10 lbs. on a low-carb diet.  She has long brown hair, big brown eyes, long legs, and the most gorgeous hands and fingers you could ever see on a woman.

Knowing what a selfless person Leticia is and how she always put other people's needs before her own rarely doing anything for herself, I convinced her over time that she should do something really wild and crazy, as I saw it, for herself.  In fact, she  already had the money saved but was debating as to how to use it.  I told her that I knew if she didn't do this procedure, she would end up using it for other people, especially her selfish jackass husband who was always asking her for money.

Finally, she asked me to do the research as to what the exact cost was and to find a good plastic surgeon.  I gladly accepted the request!  Once I gave her the information, she made an appointment with the doctor I found for her.  Leticia at last decided to go ahead with the operation once the doctor explained what it would do for her figure.  Of course, I had already been telling her how beautiful and sexy she would be with her new look! 

Needless to say, her husband hit the roof!  He reluctantly agreed to drive her to the hospital a few weeks later on the day of the operation saying he couldn't stop her from doing what she was gonna do anyway.

The morning after the operation, I got a call from Leticia who was practically in tears.  Although the doctor said the procedure went well, she was experiencing severe soreness and swelling.  She went on to tell me how she wished I could be there to take care of her because her bastard husband was being so insensitive telling her she shouldn't have had her breasts done and not really doing anything to comfort her.  In fact, it was like that for close to a week.

Finally, I was able to meet up with Leticia and her daughter for an early dinner three days before her birthday and exactly one week after the operation.  When I first laid eyes on Leticia outside the restaurant, they practically popped out of my head!  The difference was obvious!  Of course, there was still some swelling but she told me that she was now a D-cup!  Wow!  Talk about instant hard-on!

The three of us had a great time at dinner and I asked her daughter what was planned for her birthday.  "Nothing." she said.  Her jackass stepfather, Leticia's husband, was too damn cheap to do anything for her.  Anytime he had two nickels, he usually bought beer for himself.  It was at that time I suggested to Leticia that she let me throw a party for her daughter.  I could rent a nice motel room with a swimming pool where she could invite a few friends from school and have pizza delivered as well as cake and ice cream and, of course, birthday presents.  They both loved the idea and agreed to let me make all the arrangements.

The afternoon before the party, I met Leticia at the motel where we checked in so we could decorate the room.  The whole time we we were hanging up streamers and balloons, I could hardly take my eyes off of Leticia's new breasts which were covered by a top that really clung to them.  She would catch me staring and acting annoyed would say, "Stop looking at me! You're making me nervous!"  I would just laugh a little and say "I'm sorry! I can't help it!  But you look really good!"  That made her blush a little.

After we finished decorating, we sat on the king-sized bed and looked around the room admiring the job we did.  I checked my watch and realized we both had a lot of time before we would be expected at home by our spouses.  Sheepishly, I said to Leticia, "Well, we've still got some time.  Enough so I can take a peek at those" referring to her breasts "and enough to go pick up a bite to eat!"  Surprised, she said "A peek? You want a peek?"

"Well yeah.." I said.  "You did promise to give me a peek at those once you had them done!"

Hesistantly she said "I don't know.  They're still swollen and you might freak."

"No I wouldn't!" I assured her.  "It'll be alright."

Without a word she quickly lifted and lowered her shirt.  All I caught was a glimpse of the sports bra she was required to wear while she was healing but I could see how big she was.

So I reached over and patted her hand.  "Come on now.  Let me see them."

Finally, she took her time lifting her shirt and this time unzipped the sports bra so I could see her breasts.  Again, my eyes damn near popped out of my head and I had an instant hard-on.  I tried not to make it so obvious though as I knew she was pretty self-conscious about the size because of the swelling.  But I didn't care!  Those were the sexiest breasts I had ever seen even if they were still swollen and had stitches!  Slowly, I reached over and very lightly touched and pressed one of her breasts.  I just had to know how they felt!  They were the firmest babies I had ever known!

The whole peek lasted about 15 seconds but at least I got it!  As she zipped her bra back up and lowered her shirt she teasingly said "Hey, all I said was that you could peek!  I never said you could touch!"  I laughed and said "Now how can I look and not touch?  I just had to!" 

"You pervert!" she said.

With that, we went to a nearby restaurant to pick up something to eat and brought it back to the motel room.  After we finished, we laid side-by-side on the bed and talked about the party the next day.  As we talked, I slowly turned to my side and gradually draped my arm across her stomach while she laid on her back.  Then I began to caress the side of her body being careful not to touch her tender breasts.  She moaned lightly and I could feel that she was starting to relax.  She then turned and looked into my eyes for a few moments giving me a long and loving gaze.  After a couple of minutes, she turned to look at her breasts and with both hands lifted up her shirt and unzipped her bra.  She then began to tell me how she was experiencing tenderness in some spots yet numbness in others.  I then began to carefully caress and massage her breasts making it a point to stop on certain spots and ask if she had any feeling there.  I loved it!  It was heaven touching those huge sexy breasts and drinking it all in with my eyes!  We did that for several minutes but I had hoped that would last for an eternity. 

Although I felt like we both wanted to make love at that moment, we both realized that it was getting late and our spouses would be calling soon because we weren't home yet.  I didn't worry too much about losing an opportunity because I felt maybe another would arise the next day.  So we got up and walked out to our vehicles together and agreed to meet at 11 a.m. the next morning.

That whole night, I could hardly stop thinking about my sweet Leticia and the vision of the those sexy new breasts!  I'm sure my wife could see how distracted I was!  It was hard to sleep that night because there was so much anticipation about the next day.  At last, the morning came and I sprang out of bed to pick up a few more items we needed for the party before going to the motel room.

I got to the room a little before 10 a.m. and waited anxiously for nearly an hour before finally getting a call on my cell phone from Leticia telling me that she and her daughter were picking up one more of her friends and then they would be headed to the motel.

As Leticia, her daughter, and her daughter's two friends arrived at the door of the room, I took a look at what she was wearing.  She had on a long beige skirt that I bought her, sandals, and a top that clung to her a little but wasn't especially sexy.  That would change soon enough though!

Not long after Leticia and the girls got there, the pizza arrived and we all ate, laughed and sang "Happy Birthday" to her daughter.  After that, she opened the gifts I bought her. The girls were pretty anxious to get in the pool so everything went pretty quickly.  In fact, they changed into their swimsuits as soon as they got to the room.

Once the girls departed for the pool and I peeked out the window of the room from the second floor to see if they were safe, I pulled out a little gift for Leticia.  Surprised, she asked me what they were.  "Only one way to find out!" I answered.  She opened the gift bag and pulled out several sexy tank tops that would flatter her new figure.  She loved them and gave me a sweet little kiss on the lips and thanked me for them. 

"Try one on!" I said, handing her the red one that was my favorite.

"Okay" she said grabbing it from my hand and heading towards the bathroom.

I was a little irritated that she didn't change in front of me but that irritation soon turned to utter lust as she emerged from the bathroom wearing that red tank top!  She looked so good in red and the material clung to her breasts like a second skin!  As she looked at herself in the wall mirror, I got a look at her profile for the first time.  Oh how sexy she looked from that angle!  Those big firm breasts attached to that long lean body!  My God, she was beautiful!  And I kept telling her so.  She finally had to tell me to stop because I was embarassing her.

As the day wore on, Leticia and I stayed cooped up in that cozy little room talking and drinking wine while the girls spent hour after hour frolicking in the pool.  I did manage to get a few more little peeks at those breasts!

Finally, the girls tired and came back up to the room to rest.  By now, the wine really started to take effect on us.  As the girls laid on the bed watching TV and talking, Leticia sat on the bed with one leg up on it and one leg hanging off the side.  I sat in a chair right next to her.  I started to run my hand up and down her ankle and her knee out of sight of the girls. Leticia let out soft moans which told me she was enjoying it. 

After a while, Leticia suggested to her daughter and her friends that they take some of the helium balloons that were in the room outside to release them as a "birthday tradition".  She also suggested to them that they take one last swim as the afternoon was almost over and it would be time to leave soon.  With that, the girls headed out to do so.  As they ran outside, Leticia and I waited by the window and watched for them to emerge in the parking lot to release the balloons.  We laughed as the girls let go and watched the balloons float over the highway. 

As Leticia stood in front of me at the window with her back to me she said "Thank you for today.  You made my daughter very happy." 

"Well you only turn 13 once" I responded.  "I was glad to do it."

As I said that, Leticia inched her way back toward me as a way of hinting for me to put my arms around her.  I hugged her from behind placing my hands on her stomach and caressing her as we stood in the window.  She leaned her head back and rested it on my upper chest.  The scent of her hair was heavenly and I loved holding her like that while she stroked my arms.  After a couple of minutes, she turned around and asked me what time it was.

"It's 6:30" I said softly.

"You have 30 minutes then", she said knowing I had told my wife I would be home soon after 7:00.

With that, I took her by the hand back over to the bed and stood her in front of me while I sat on the edge.  I hugged her at the waist while gently placing my face between her breasts while she stroked my head.  We both moaned as we caressed each other gently and lovingly.

Knowing we didn't have much time and that the girls might come running back up to the room any minute, I pulled Leticia down on the bed next to me so I could make my move.  We began kissing each other deeply and passionately.  "You better check if the girls are in the pool" she said.

"Okay" I said hurriedly getting up and running over to the window.  Much to my delight, the girls had indeed gotten back in the pool and were busy talking amongst themselves.  Back I went to the bed next to Leticia and picked up where we left off.  As we continued kissing, I took off my socks and shoes.  Slowly, I began to work on removing Leticia's clothes.  The first thing I removed was that sexy tank top.  Then I unzipped her skirt.  Next, was her bra.  At this point, I worked on her breasts kneading them gently and kissing them.  I lightly sucked those delicious hard nipples all the while trying to keep in mind that this probably hurt her a little because of the soreness from the operation she had only 10 days before.

Still, she loved this and her moans of pleasure told me so.  Eventually, I kissed my way down her body until I reached the top of the white lacy panties she was wearing.  I pulled at the waistband while kissing her hips which drove her crazy.  Finally, I slipped her panties all the way off revealing her trim little pussy.  I spread her legs and lowered my face between and kissed the insides of her thighs.  I started eating that sweet little pussy while her trim pussy hairs bristled my nose.  She bucked her hips up gently as I licked her into ecstacy.

At last I removed the rest of my clothes and as I removed my underwear, out popped my rock-hard cock.  I pulled myself up to position myself between those long slender legs and touched the head of my cock against her wet pussy.  She then reached down and took hold of my dick and guided it into her as I pushed gently.  As she let go, I pushed in quickly and so easily!  As I fucked that tight little pussy I watched as her big breasts jiggled like crazy.  The sight of that made me even harder!  Again, I nuzzled those melons and squeezed and sucked on them but probably just a little harder than I should have. 

Eventually, I could feel myself getting ready to erupt like a volcano.  As I got closer, I could feel Leticia's breathing getting faster and she started to moan more intensely.  She was also getting close to orgasm.  Within a few seconds, we both exploded wildly until we both almost lost consciousness. 

As we were both coming down, a thought crossed my mind. "What an asshole her husband is!"  I was certain she had not been with him sexually since having the augmentation done because of his insensitivity while she was recovering.  I was the one who had those big fake breasts first!  Me!  And no one could ever take that away from me!

Moral of the story:  A little sensitivity goes a long way!   

        

 

Boss's Night Out

Rodger-the-Dodger on Cheating Stories

A Boss's Night Out--Call him lucky!

by Rodger theDodger

A boss insinuates himself into the two lovers' scheduled romantic night...[FMM, Cuckold.].

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My lover and I have a lot of fun doing various things: dining, travel, shopping. But, it is our special Friday night visits that are, well, the icing on the cake. He and I are both married but to others and our married lives are boring with only the occasional "mandatory" sexual interludes. Jerry and I get together on some Fridays, when he is "away on business" from his mate and my mate is overseas. Jerry and I look forward to a little dinner, wine, fantasy, s

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urprises--as you will see--and the rest of the evening takes care of itself: sex in its many varieties and joys. Some say coming is good for you and we were good for each other.

Jerry had to talk me into our affair and it him took more than a year. I would get flowers at work only to tell him not to send them. Romantic cards would arrive which were, again, rejected. But he persisted and my will power weakened to the point I finally agreed to see him. My plan was to convince him to leave me alone. I was flattered by his attention but I was married. He finally confessed that he was, too. He was attracted to me, he said; to my personality, my body and ample breasts, girlish figure, my laugh. We met after work at a pub in the country...a good distance from where our own neighborhood. Discreet was the thing, you see.

With drinks, softening me...dinner filling me...laughing together. He enticed me to the point I wanted just one taste...just once and we could go our separate ways. He drove me a short distance and parked. Holding me, kissing me, tasting me, his hands going where they wanted...stroking and penetrating. I was warm all over before he made his final move. By then my body surrendered all resistance as bodies do. I was so hot to his touches, straddling his lap, fumbling to open his pants to see what he had. Then I was what he had. The car windows fogged. We were breathing hard as he thrust into me. I knew I was being a dirty girl...a very excited dirty girl. "I've got a surprise, honey," he whispered in my ear as I was holding and fucking him. He pushed me to the side...one knee on seat and my other leg near his.

He pushed me down at the waist. I didn't understand. "Squat down, honey," he whispered. He loved whispering in my ear. I sqautted down to where my cunt was against the gear shift knob. "More," he demanded and I let the knob go inside. I was spread wide and wet and forced it, spreading me more. He moved me around on it. "Wait!" he said. I stopped, the knob still inside. He turned the ignition. Now I was impaled on this vibrating thing. His surprise...and mine! He was laughing now. I was instantly coming, riding it hard and deep. I held on tight and was dizzy, grabbing him to me as he pet my thighs and felt where the knob was in me. "I can feel it inside you," he said. "Me...me...tooooo," I purred.

"We've got to go now." I'm late to get home. That was our first time but hardly the last.

I still got flowers and notes but now we arranged our trysts, often at my home when hubby was out of town. More games and fantasies. Usually, I would wear things Jerry got me for these special evenings. I thought about our "nights" all week long and by the time evening arrived, well, what can I say, I was really horny and ready. After all, Jerry had been fucking me in my mind from Monday to Friday, the anticipation growing each day.

This particular Friday night, I dressed in my French Maid outfit: a short skirt, small apron, hair in a pony tail, low cut blouse. That was it...no stockings or knickers to get in the way. Bare legs, bare bottom, no frills. I could feel the coolness from my wetting pussy and popped the cork on the wine he had sent...waiting for the door bell to ring...taking a sip or two of the wine to get a head start and I was completely ready for our evening of lovemaking.

The bell rang but when I opened the door, there was not only Jerry but someone else. "This is my boss," Jerry said.

I was both devastated and disgusted. "But I only have enough dinner for two!" I protested, looking daggers at Jerry. "We'll share the food and I even brought another bottle of wine," he said, "It'll be fine," as he and his boss, Mark, walked in. I decided to make the best of it, even in my agitated state. I'd settle with Jerry later...you bet I would. I did the best I could to cool down from the shock and cool my body down, too. I would wait 'til later.

We sat around our small dinner table, Jerry on one side of me and Mark on the other. He turned out to be nice and we all laughed at his unexpected visit with us. We talked and drank and nibbled at the hors d'oeuvres I had fixed. There was something strange about Jerry, though. He seemed off his usual mood and subdued. Mark took the lead in the conversation and so we finished off the first bottle of wine. All three of us were relaxed. "Tell you what, honey," Jerry said. "I'll fix dinner tonight and you and Mark can just talk. I'll open the other bottle." Jerry was soon back to fill our glasses. Mark and I talked while Jerry returned to the kitchen.

The next things I knew, Mark's knee bumped against mine. I looked at him smiling at me. This was nervous time. I had been so hot all week and had dressed for sex, as I'm sure Mark could see...but it wasn't Jerry touching my knee. It was his boss. My knee was ready for touching, just not by Mark. We sat drinking our wine and I felt the warmth of his leg...under the table he put his hand on my bare leg...I looked at him now...scared and questioning...my eyes were saying: "Jerry's in the kitchen and could come in at any moment...without warning...?" He squeezed my thigh and whispered--Whispering again!--"It's okay, he knows!"

A shock went through me. Was this another gear shift knob surprise? Jerry, the Rat, with another surprise for his lover...so he wanted to share me...without telling me?

I was so hot and wet and wine warm that I guess I was easy. Now Mark was moving his hand to my cunt. His hand hesitated, hoping that this was to be a special evening, waiting for my response. I parted my legs and moved down a little...one ear on the kitchen in case Mark was lying to me but my eyes closing and enjoying the feelings this stranger's fingers sent through me. I could feel my nipples harden, his fingers working on me. I began to shake and fought to stifle my responses. I sat upright and disengaged. Mark looked at me, my face flushed. Jerry came into the room with dinner, smiling at both of us. My cunt was aching and I pretended to be hungry for food as we ate and finished off the second bottle of wine. It was a hard act. I wanted something hard but would have to wait.

I wondered what would be the next surprise in our evening. What had Jerry planned? A little feel by boss Mark...or...something else? It wasn't long until I got a clue because Jerry announced, "I'm going out for more wine...I'll be right back." Just as simple as that and was up and out. Now I was alone with Boss Mark...the handsome and very forward man. I had wetted his hand with my passion only minutes before. I had teased the beast, as it were, maybe he wanted more.

"Let's go sit on the couch," taking my hand as we walked into the living room, "Jerry talks about you all the time and the fun you have. I asked to meet you...more than meet you. He said okay...we'll give it a try and see how you two hit it off." I smiled at him, crossed my legs and sipped the remaining wine in my glass. "So, how are we hitting it off?" he asked. I didn't really answer but uncrossed my legs. in reply. "He won't have to worry about job security. I can tell you that." I was always interested in job security, which translated to more of our outings, vacations, dinners, shopping trips. I was being pressured, very politely of course, and wondered if this really was what Jerry wanted. It was his surprise so he must have wanted it to turn out okay. I walked to the bathroom...thinking it all over. Was it only job security that Jerry had in mind or a new sexual thrill as well?

When I returned, Mark took my hand. I was standing over him. "Jerry will be back soon," he said as he reached under my tiny French Maid skirt...right to my spot. Smiling, he pulled me closer, kissing and feeling me as he pulled me onto his lap...straddling his legs...opening me wide to his urgent feeling. I was so hot. I was boiling over and my body was giving in even if I still had reservations about all this surprise evening. He was at my mouth and his fingers on my other lips feeling and probing as I shivered and shook. I broke away, finished my wine, looked Mark in the eyes as he took my hand again. "Unzip me," he said. I hesitated and he unzipped himself. "We don't have much time!" he said. Out came his full-standing large cock. The head was wet, his cock throbbing and he pulled me over him. Both his arms around my waist now and pulling me down. I felt his large cock against me, fumbling for an opening. I was thinking of a vibrating knob...letting his cock find me. I wasn't going to help him...playing a little hard to get. Teasing this wonderful beast I'd only just met. What would he think of me? What did I care?

"I've dreamed of this all week," he said, more fumbling. I lifted up, helping him. He was hard and straight. It wouldn't take us long. Then the door opened and in came Jerry with his wine! We froze. Jerry looked over at us...me straddling Mark, my face flushed. For a moment we were a frozen image of lust. Faces flush, bodies hot. Jerry just laughed..."I guess you two are getting along okay from the looks of it," he said, "I'll open the wine for us." I was shocked still...Mark's cock at my cunt...Jerry popping a cork...and just then Mark pulled me down. I was impaled on his cock and Jerry came with the wine and acting as though nothing unusual was happening. I was feeling the throb of Mark's cock deep inside as it flexed and teased me. Jerry sat down and took my hand: "Some surprise, right, honey?" he said. I knodded my head and Mark's cock flexed again. "Well are you two just going to sit there? Or are you going to do something?" he said, smiling. "You bastard," I breathed at him. "You bastard." I laid my head on Mark's shoulder, starring at Jerry...smiling, nodding, squeezing on this stranger deep inside me.

The ice was broken! The prick had pricked my wet cunt..I was impaled, hot and wet. What's a girl to do? I squeezed Mark's cock and hugged him all the time looking at Jerry...who sipped his wine and smiled. Now I was going to teach the bastard a lesson...or so I justified all of this to myself and squeezed on Mark again. "Are you just going to sit there with your cock in me?" I said looking Mark in the eyes and he lifted my thighs up and then back on to him. It felt like I was lifting off a pole and I tried to sit on it but Mark was teasing me now. It's strange but Jerry wasn't there any more in my mind...there was a man, a man's hot cock, and my hot, thirsty pussy...and forced down on this cock. I didn't need teasing, I needed fucking. I lifted off his cock until the tip was at my cunt lips and sat down on him again, building a rhythm, hugging his cheek. Jerry leaned over and gave me a wine kiss, putting a little wine in my mouth, feeling my back. He lifted my little maid's skirt exposing my bottom. "Everything fits!" he said. "You're a bastard," I whispered to him as my rhythm quickened. "Kiss me again. Uh! Uh!" I grunted and breathed into his mouth." Jerry was rubbing me. Mark was being a beast.

Now I was kissing my boyfirend and fucking his boss as he was wetting my mouth with wine...I was wetting his boss all over his cock...Oh! I wanted this thing deep in me and could feel Mark thrusting hard now. I bit his ear and whispered my breath on him and shook and came and screamed like I did when Jerry made me come. "Mark's so big!" I said. "Only the best for you, honey," Jerry said. I was sweating and hot and dizzy and resting on this big cock as it relaxed and softened.

"It's my turn," Jerry said. "I know you. You dirty girl. You're not finished. I know you too well. You got a taste and want another taste." I slipped from Mark's lap in a kind of daze as Jerry moved over me with his cock out now. Mark stood to one side and held my legs up exposing all of me to both of them. "You're pretty..and especially pretty right now." My little maid's skirt mess, my blouse open, my cunt open to these two horny men. I'll bet I was pretty. Pretty and still wanting more. Jerry did know me well...and often. I was too weak to reply and then Jerry was at me...his cock ready for its own taste. Mark was holding my legs apart, standing over my face opening me for Jerry. My lips must have been red. I knew they were ready. Holding me like that, my cunt was cool in the air. Jerry smiled and kissed me and I felt his cock searching, finding, slipping easily into me. I didn't know if I could come again but the whole excitingme. I was looking up at Mark, standing over me, smiling and bending down to kiss me, and Jerry began to work on me. Smiling, whispering: "I love you, honey." I was starting to build again. The scene, the surprise, the two good-looking men, enjoying me and I was enjoying myself. All my resistance was gone and I was fucking again...this time Jerry with his boss watching...I began to feel it again and my hips flexed. I tossed my head from side to side, letting out little grunts and sighs, exploring a second coming, exploding at my waist, this time on Jerry's cock as it stroked me. Jerry leaned and kissed me: But I told him: "He's better than you, you bastard. Now see what you've done?" Just whispers in his ear and I was thinking about that long ago night of dinner, drinks and, especially, a vibrating gear shift knob.

This special Friday dinner was a very memorable one. I was certain Jerry had the job security we both wanted. I was hot just thinking about it as I got ready for work on Monday morning wondering about our next rendevous. The door bell rang. It was Mark! I was literally dumbstruck. He came in and put his arms around me. "Don't kiss me, Mark. I'm just leaving for work! You'll mess my makeup." "Let's not kiss, then," he said. But he kept hugging me. "You're really something. I couldn't get my mind off you. Sit on the table." He walked me backward, lifting me on the kitchen table...my waist level with his. He unzipped and pulled out his beautiful cock. "I won't tell him," he said. "He'll never know about it." he said as he spread my legs. I admit, I was still hot from the thoughts of the weekend. He pulled my knickers to the side and hugged me. I was instantly wet. "I won't tell him. I promise" he whispered to me. It was my chance to get even with the bastard. If I didn't fuck him now I would be late to work...no time for preliminaries and certainly no messy kisses. I took hold of Mark's cock, putting it on my cunt, rubbing it and pulling him into me to begin a delicious morning screw. It was our secret. Mark's vibrating knob and me, impaled, flexing, coming, coming as Mark started his engine.

What a way to start the week!