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In The Hidden Places - Part 1

lmsyd4u on Cheating Stories

Now my name is Sally, and I was 20 when I became a true nymphomaniac.  I had been a prude all my life until my wedding day; Chance married me without more than a touch and a kiss.  I was 5’1” 100 pounds, 34D-23-36 and a very long wavy head of black hair, and my brown eyes and native cheek bones shown my heritage from the upper Midwest.  Chance was also from my Sioux tribe and he was dreamy, 6’2” 190 pounds of bronze statuesque manhood, his long black as a raven’s feathers ponytail held with a family heirloom that showed him the

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descendants of warriors and brave men of greet deeds.  He was bred to be a real man.  However he met me, and I sort of screwed his life up.

 

We met and were married at 13 as was custom of old between families, and then consummated it on 19th birthday.  When Chance was hired to work for a security company with 3 letters, ha, ha, he moved us off the reservation and to a very small innocent looking farm just about in the middle of nowhere that just happened to be his territory. 

 

Well the farm was isolated and nestled between three sections of woods.  The rustic cabin we bought was a fixer upper, and I spent almost our first year of marriage fixing it myself.  The nearest neighbor we had that we knew then, was an older woman and her niece that lived almost a quarter mile below us.

 

Just before our first anniversary I finished the house, the wood-tool shed and the old barn.  All by myself I reworked them, cleaned them and painted them, and Chance would on occasion spend some time helping when he could.   The time though when he was able to come home, I would spend in our bed sucking his cock or riding his face while I sucked his cock.  If he were really horny, he would bang me from behind in the back yard while I was mounted on a tree stump we made into a table.  His cock felt good and made me tingle like mad, cum like crazy and want sex more, but it was his kinky side hat made me fantasize.

 

He told me his wildest dream was to see me, raped, tied and tortured by two women.  He wanted to see me eat a pussy and be eaten out.  He also wanted to see me getting fucked by of all things a strap on dildo.  That fantasy he told me about made me dream some wet hot things when I played with myself.  I would masturbate to it and even went as far as to go on line down load some really hot older lesbian women’s pictures, and mount them in a book.  I would take it out to the too shed and stare at them while I did it.

 

It was April of that year when I started getting brave, since the only road by our house led to a dead end, traffic was non existent.  We had two visitors daily, the mailman and the paperboy, both of whom were ladies.  One came at six in the morning the other at a quarter past three or half past at the latest.  So I became brave and daring the rest of the day.  Chance would leave for the office at fifteen after six carrying the paper, and if I was lucky he would come back just before eight at night. 

 

The first morning I got adventurous, I was fresh from the shower and had put on my make up and was looking at what to wear, when I thought, “Why not go natural this morning?  Who is going to see you but those two women down the street and hey what if they do?  Would it be so bad?”

 

So having very little housework to do as I kept our place very tidy, I went outside just as dawn arrived.  I walked up the trail to woods behind our house naked.  My long wavy black hair on my back and the fresh morning dew touching my feet.  When I came to a small secluded glen, I stopped there and looked around and saw that it was open enough to be cozy but hidden by the thick trees from all sides including our house.

 

I placed myself on the ground spread my legs wide and began to fondle my right breast while I massaged the top of my shaven bald clit.  I realized that this was fun and could be very exciting but I needed my book so I made my way back to the shed for it, a blanket, a tube of warming fluid and a boned wooden peg dildo that I made myself from a chair back.  It was six inches long in the shinny golden yellow section and knotted with three ridges.  I returned to my new play ground and making believe that these women were with me, I wet my pussy with the warming gel and then inserted the dildo inside me for a good three hours.  I know this because the clock in the shed said 7:50 am when I left to return to my secluded playhouse and when I walked back to store my things, it read 11:10 am.

 

I liked that feeling so much that after lunch and when I had weeded our vegetable garden I went back to the shed and at 1:20 pm.  I fantasized about a heavy set red head with huge tits on me.  I thought if she could but suck my nipples for me while I played with myself, and each time I thought about the ideal of being tied and taken I came wildly.  I came seven times straight from the concept, and I couldn’t stop dreaming about.  All I could do was sit on the ground ramming that wooden toy in me and screaming like made for pussy.  I was begging the winds to eat me and if anyone had been there then, I am sure they could have seen how easily I would have been theirs.

 

When the sun began to drop behind the tree line, I ended my sexual experience and went home to make supper; it was seven when I put away my toys.  That night after supper, Chance was tired and sleepy so I tucked him in bed and I went back to the small area.  Just as I was sitting on my blanket I heard a rustling in the brush.  I was startled and jumped up to see who or what was there.  I had brought a flashlight with me, and I turned it on to see two dear eyes sparkle back and then a deer leap out of the brush. 

 

I was just about to settle back down, as I spied once more where this three point buck pounced and saw a sparkling reflection, like glass or marble stone.  So being very brave as is my custom, I slid up the path naked about 40 yards and found an old tombstone.  It was hidden under heavy grass and shrubs and only two inches of its top were visible.  I shined my light across the area and several more appeared.  Many more in fact a full cemetery was hidden there.  The boundary fence had fallen around the entire lot, and as I surveyed the three acres exposed there were at least a hundred very old stones I could see.  There was no real road that led to it and I walked around in the middle of the night flashing my light and body in this dead zone.  I found most were from early settlers around the late or mid 1800’s and the newest one that I saw was 1921.  I walked the entire circumference and was on my way back to the path to my house as I came upon a tomb hewn out of the side of a small hill.  There were steps that led down to it and then back up inside it.  The bars that had closed it were worn, broken and lay crumpled on the side of the entrance.  So I walked down inside it and found it empty of everything except two lanterns hung on the west and east walls and concrete set of pedestals two feet high and four wide and six long and two feet apart. 

 

I stood there inside this place and just as I moved towards the back of the room my batteries gave out.  Now I was alone inside this dark tomb at night and as luck would have it the spring storms from the Rockies arrived at just that moment blocking off the moon light.

 

At first I was horrified and panic stricken.  Then as I ebbed my way back across the room I stumbled and fell over one of the pedestals.  The flashlight went sprawling and smashed into the darkness on the wall as I fell face first onto the slap of concrete.  Its cold surface made me shiver and then when I felt the brisk north winds whistle in through the opening it was ice cold.  I pulled myself to my knees as a flash of light from outside showed the door, but just as I was to flee; my pussy began to tingle madly.  I touched myself there to see if anything else was in me and found my fingers begin to tease my now wet lips.

 

I let them explore me as I nestled down on all fours and then laid my right cheek on the cold stone.  My thumb found the slit to its liking as my free hand found my left nipple a treat and I began to tug and play with myself.  My fantasizing returned and I pictured myself being fingered by a woman; who just happen to be the red head from the book.  The image mad me so horny I began to roar out loudly for her to eat my pussy.  I made myself cum twice before I decided I needed to get home.

 

I darted out into the rain and raced back to the pathway which in total darkness was hard to find.  Not to mention I had to dodge some rather solid headstones.  When I finally reach the entrance I turned as to examine my new play land once more and a flash of light burned the scene in my mind.

 

I walked in the back door just as the alarm clock sounded and I heard Chance stir.  So I hurriedly made his coffee and breakfast without having any ideal that I was muddy, dirty and looked like I had been in a water hose fight and lost.  When I saw what a mess of the floor I made, I cleaned it up as he sat down for breakfast at the table.  I raced into the spare bathroom and washed off quickly then came wearing a towel on my head and body to join him for breakfast.  He never even knew, this big time investigator, never even suspected what I had been doing.

 

With his kiss goodbye I waved at him from the front porch.  Then as soon as the car disappeared, my towels dropped and were taken inside and thrown into the hamper.  Then I cleared the table hurriedly and left in the early morning for my shed.  I gathered up my toy and a small bag with some other goodies including candles and matches and naked I raced back up the trail.  The overcast and rain kept the darkness in place all the way.  I had taken a new flashlight which helped me find the opening to the lot, and then the tomb.

 

I went inside now dripping wet again and used an old blanket I brought in my goodies bag to dry off with.  Then I moistened my holes, both of them and taking a candle that was lit and my wooden toy I assumed my four pronged positioned.  I threw myself into my favorite fantasy right away and inserted the lit candle into my moistened asshole, a trick I wanted to try so many times.  It was dripping hot wax but not on me until I raised my ass high and then smashed my face to the cold stone.  It began to flow over my outer lips and inner ones and I was so fucking hot from it that I held that position until I had crusted and coated it fully and my anal toy was about to burn my cheeks.  I pulled it out sighing and realized I had just cum from it without ever really trying. 

 

The rains grew heavier and the sky darker and without the lit of the candle my mind raced.  I imagined being taken by zombie women from all sides and rolled on my back lifted my legs wide opened and inserted the wooden toy.  I would cum again and again from my dreams and then always want more.  My hot desires outlasted the storm by several hours, and after so many violent, wonderful, passionate eruptions I relented and packed up and slowly went home.  When I was walking out f the shed after placing my toys inside it, our mail lady was just pulling to the box and right into view of my naked flesh.

 

Her eyes told me she was surprised and her red face, showed she was embarrassed, but for some strange reason, I was not.  She sat with her mouth wide open as I briskly walked in the back of my house.  I heard her slowly pull away, went I got mad at myself for not gong to get the mail.  So I raced through the house out the front door and down to the box just as she was coming back from the turn around and heading out. 

 

She was mid fifty, maybe older.  Her salt and pepper gray black hair in a bun and her sleeveless green shirt and matching kaki shorts were easy to se as she slowed then stooped just as I turned my naked body to face her.  Holding my mail, “I exclaimed, “Oh hello, I don’t think we ever met in person before.  I’m Sally.”

 

Her lip quivered and her hand shook as she said, “I’m Aggie and I don’t…think…well...I think about it…but I just never had this happened before…I mean I never expected it…to happen that is.”

 

“What’s that Aggie?  That some young hot woman would be naked inviting you inside, or that you could actually enjoy looking at me?” I said the words and had no ideal why, that wasn’t like me at all.  Now here I was inviting her to take me.

 

“Well I have a long route…I mean I have more to do…I would if I could…I mean I might,” she stumbled on with and then added, “Oh hell why not.”

 

Her car shut off and as she stepped out on the wet gravel her lusting eyes showed me she wanted my body.  She was 5’7” and a bit chubby and as her hands touched my hips my lips met hers and I kissed her as if she were Chance.  She quickly accepted and stumbling back with her in tow, I made my way leading her to my porch where I presented myself with these words, “Aggie take me and enjoy me now.”

 

She did just that her mouth sank over my left breast as her hands felt down my belly and one caressed my ass as the other fondled my wet slit.  Suddenly I was on the porch with her hands exploring me and I was so hot that I could have been hers for days.  She stripped herself somehow and when she was naked I teased her nipples as her fingers sent me to a massive climax. 

 

The way she made love to my body showed me she had experience with women.  When her mouth found my inner folds I knew it easily as she licked, nibbled and kissed me into a wave of four or five huge gushing climaxes.  Her dangling nipples were brought to me for my adoring of them and then as she turned to offer me her sweet pussy her mouth found mine again.  I ate her pussy with delight and so well that she squirted lines of juices into my mouth and at one point rose to grind it on my mouth yelling, “Eat me lover, eat me.”

 

The session ended but only after the clock turned to six.  She hurriedly dressed then rushed off, kissing my lips and teasing my twat saying, “Tomorrow I will run my route to make sure this the last stop, be waiting for me at four.”

 

I went inside and bathed in the tub until seven thirty and just as I was to start dinner I heard the answering machine click on and Chance say, “I have to go to DC for a few days.  I need you to pack my suitcase for me so when I get in I can eave right away, I shouldn’t be gone for more than five days.”

 

Well as soon as I sent him off, I went absolutely wild.  I had tasted pussy and loved it.  I knew I would.  Now I wanted to taste it again and again so I went to get my thigh high red rubber boots and my yellow rain slicker on and then proceeded to walk in the dark down the road towards those two unsuspecting women.

 

There small house was secluded like mine and was dark when I arrived, only one small dim light in the main window showed.  I walked up and bravely knocked on the door.  It was making my heart pound wildly for me to do this as I heard footsteps approach.

 

The older woman appeared, she was dressed in a rose colored house coat with pink slippers, her gray hair in a bun.  She was about my height maybe an inch taller and seemed to be surprised as she opened the door and said, “Yes may I help you.”

 

Now I had the stupidest reply ever as I quipped, “Indeed I hope so.  I don’t think we have met really; I am Sally your neighbor up the street.  I jus thought I would stop by and say hello.”

 

The older woman snickered and laughed a bit as she said, “Well Sally, I am Nancy and no we never formally met.  Please come in child.”

Her house was filled with antiques everywhere.  She had a cabinet television that was from the 60’s and a radio for the 40’s.  Her furniture was older than that but absolutely perfect, in mint condition.  She also had a bear skin rug, white placed at her hearth.  I stood admiring it as the younger niece walked in.  She was around 40, 5’8’ short butch like bleach blonde hair spiked at the front with dark green eyes.  Her slim figure was sparse almost manly looking but she had a soft sexy voice that said, “Well Hello, my name is Kelly and you are?”

 

I repeated my name and as I stood there I could see her nipples poking out of her cotton tank top, pink and perky and easily seen through the white material.  Her slightly worn denim shorts were attractive and checked them as they both checked me as well.  Then Nancy asked, “Are you married to that handsome man who looks like a painting?”

 

“Yes that’s Chance my husband.  But I am bisexual too,” I blurted out loudly and proudly and then wanted to kick myself for being so blunt.

 

“Well so am I,” Nancy replied, and then added, “However, my niece is not.”

 

I sort looked at her like you have to be joking, as my head turned and then Kelly said, “Nope I am a lesbian, fully and proudly.”

 

“Well Kelly you sure look sexy to me,” I popped out and then really stepped into it with, “I just adore your nipples.”

 

Looking into my eyes she stepped up and slowly unbuttoned the top snap of her shorts as she said, “Would you like to ask me something sweet thing?”

 

Nancy moved to open her gown and added, “We were about to have some sexual fun, perhaps you might want to join us?”

 

Before I could open my mouth, Nancy dropped her gown revealing her worn but hefty 44D boobs with two fingers like projections and her bald twat to me.  My mouth opened and I gasped, “Oh my God you’re beautiful Nancy.”

 

Kelly slid her zipper down and her pants released and as they did, Nancy slid a hand to my slicker and unsnapped the three buttons holding it and then seeing me completely naked she shoved it and me to the white furry rug.  Kelly tossed her top away and sank her mouth to my right boob as her nipple popped to my lips.  Nancy slowly caressed my thighs apart and then flicked her finger on my clit until I her mouth made contact and sent waves of pleasure through me.  Those two expert pussy eaters had me begging to be enslaved to them and their desires in minutes.  I was sucking on the nub of Kelly’s tit as I yelped out, “Oh my god please don’t stop.”

 

They didn’t stop and we went until nearly midnight before I had been pleased so much that I panted for air.  Then as we sat there fondling and taking turns kissing Nancy confessed, “I knew when Aggie didn’t stop here tonight for her afternoon loving that someone had been busy.  Since we saw her pass at the normal time, it had to be you.  If you hadn’t shown up here tonight we would have come looking for you in the morning.”

 

I was turned on big time by that and announced, “I wanted to eat you both for a long time but I was afraid.”

 

“That we know dear, it’s okay, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” Kelly chimed in.

 

When had a midnight snack and then as Nancy told me she needed to rest, I invited Kelly to take me to the tomb for another round of hot sex.  Kelly obliged and left a note for Nancy then followed me back to my place.  I stopped by my shed long enough to leave my slicker, boots and Kelly’s clothes then we walked naked in the dim cloud covered moonlight to the cemetery.

 

Once there Kelly knew what to do.  I was taken in and placed on the stone pedestal.  She lit the lanterns and the candle and then she began to abuse, fondle and delve in my body.  My nipples were waxed over as I was made to suck hers, and then when she mounted my face she pulled my legs up and wide open and coated my pussy as well as used it to fuck me with.  The splashes of hot wax and her tasty pussy sent me over the edge countless times in succession.  Had I known how wonderful this truly was I would have long before this night asked her for the pleasure.

 

When she finished pleasing her own pussy she then cleaned my waxed slot up and used her own mouth to bring me to another long sustained wave of orgasm.  Her mouth danced inside my wet lips until I found the inner soul I was seeking.  I wanted to enjoy her more than she could have ever known at that point.  We stayed there and slept there until almost nine the next day, before we headed to my home to bathe and eat.

 

The next few days were a wild lustful lesbian ride that culminated with the strangest lesbian gang bang ever .  That chapter is coming next.

The Ride Along

sandybeaches on Cheating Stories

The Ride Along

 

 

I am writing this for all of the women out there who are saddled with the fear of letting loose sexually. I was once like you and I wanted to share my story. Please understand that I am not a gifted writer, but these are true details.

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I was 38 at the time (no spring chicken) and not exactly a virgin when this experience began. I had had sex with a few different guys while in college, and then met the man that would become my husband and the father of my children. While I knew he loved me, He always wanted more, to go further with things and always pushed me to go beyond my comfort level.

 

While I was sure he loved me, I was troubled that he always seemed like it was never enough and I resented that. After recovering physically from my first-born child, I had a flurry of experiences with a co-worker and my husband found out and wanted to be a part of that. I allowed that for a while but more and more I lost interest as it became more about him than me. I told him that he was wrong to want me to have sex with others for his enjoyment.

 

My husband then moved us to the Midwest where I resumed my role as a school employee. That is where my awakening took place and taboos were removed.

 

It all began when the school resource officer and I were working closely with poorly behaved students on a daily basis. I joked that I was a police officer and he fired back often that I could not handle the truth about the “real world” He would often times say that they were products of their environment and beyond hope. Being the educator, I thought they could all be saved. This dialogue continued over time, with me defending them as victims, him saying that I only saw the best of the worst and that I really needed to see what he sees on the streets.

 

I finally called him on it and agreed to do a “ride along”.  His shift began at 3pm but I worked until about six cleaning up paperwork. We had agreed that I would not leave my car at the school as it would be a target for not so well intentioned hoodlums, but would rather drive it to “the clubhouse” a local tavern that was frequented by cops. It would be secure there as the cops from the earlier shift would be already be on site.

 

Kevin picked me up at the tavern parking lot in the squad car and while it was getting to be late fall and the weather was turning cold, there still was continuous criminal activity as the evening wore on. I was stunned by the violence that the students in my school lived with. Gangs prowling and looking for victims, drug pushing, and sex peddling was rampant.

 

After numerous interesting but somewhat routine calls of kids doing illegal things, we were involved in a high-speed car chase that really had my adrenaline flowing. The chase ended with Kevin physically subduing the offender with his muscular black arms bulging as he wrestled the car thief to the hood of the squad. My body was prickly with excitement as we transported the soon to be incarcerated felon to the station. As the shift came to a close, Kevin had an officer from the midnight shift drive us back to the “club house” to get my car. Kevin invited me in to celebrate my “loss of virginity” to “real” police work. Still reeling from the adrenaline rush and not really wanting the night to end, I agreed. I went in and was quickly immersed in the group of local law enforcement officers. I was uncomfortable at first, but they were a fun loving bunch of guys, all toasting my experiences as a honorary cop. The music was good, the liquor was flowing and the men were flirtatious yet not overbearing. I was surprisingly turned on by the attention I was recieving. I danced and drank, drank and danced. The time passed and finally it was time to leave. Kevin reminded me that he needed a ride back to the station or to his home. Since the station was the opposite way from my home, I drove him to his house. He asked if I was ok and I said I was. Since the bar restrooms were so bad, I really needed to use the toilet before I began my trek home. He said it was no problem and that he could make me a quick cup of instant coffee to clear my head.

 

When I emerged from the bathroom, Kevin had removed his uniform shirt and his muscular chest and arms bulged through his tank top t-shirt. His ebony skin contrasted the white shirt and I felt a strange tingling come over me as I walked forward to get the cup of coffee in his outstretched hand. I stumbled and landed in his arms where he held me ever so briefly. I felt my heartbeat quicken and then he steadied me asking if I was ok. I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment to collect myself and found myself looking directly at the bulge in his pants. He had obviously felt something as well. Without any thought passing through my mind, I reached forward and drew his hips to my face. I undid his belt and pulled out the biggest pecker I had ever seen in my entire life. “M-my god,” I moaned while staring at the one eyed monster, “it’s so huge, ohhhhhhhhhhh, god, m-may I suck it, please may I?” Kevin’s eyes were now growing glassy as I moved my head into his lap, and then at the last second opened wide while letting the incredible head slip safely into my hungry mouth. “Oh, man,” he said softly, “I just love having a white woman suck my rig, ohhhhhhhhh fuck, you’ve got a hot mouth.” He whispered.

After Kevin’s cock had spasmed wildly sending a torrent of hot cum down my greedy throat, he stood up and pulled me to my feet. As he pulled off his own clothes, I stood still mesmerized by his huge member. I quickly followed suit and stripped off all clothes, standing there with my somewhat tanned creamy skin contrasting with his jet-black ebony complexion. “Come ‘er, baby,” he said sternly while pulling me close for a long deep kiss that seemed to go on forever, “it’s one thing to suck a piece of black meat, but it’s far different to take it in your hot little cunny, do you think you’re woman enough for a big black pecker?” With my heart practically pounding through my chest, and my small but pert tits pressed firmly against his powerful chest I stammered, “I-I’ve waited so long for this, p-please, take me now.” I surprised myself, not knowing where that statement even came from.

Expecting him to lay me back down on the bed, I was taken completely by surprise when instead, he lifted me easily up in the air, and with little or no effort at all, gently lowered my drooling slit onto the gigantic head of his now totally erect pecker. “Okay, honey,” he whispered softly, “you wanna play with the big boys, well now you’re gonna get your chance,” and as my eyes rolled back into my head, he slowly pressed me down onto his huge erection, allowing it to force its way deep inside of my wildly convulsing pussy. With my arms draped around his shoulders, I was literally hanging by my cunt on his incredible cock, until after I was bottomed out, I wrapped my legs around his back and luxuriated in the sensation of having my pussy being physically dominated by Kevin’s black satisfier. While hanging like a coat on a hook from his big pecker, my pussy began to convulse at first slowly, but then like a string of fire crackers going off as orgasm after orgasm shredded my helpless pussy as he drove his meat in and out of my with such brutal ferocity that my whole body finally slipped into sensory over load as I became momentarily incapable of having even one more orgasm. Kevin tossed me onto the bed with my legs splayed wide open and his hot cum running out of my reamed out pussy.

Kevin moved between my muscular legs. I raised up my knees as he placed his cock at the tip of my pussy, making more room for him. Slowly he slid it into me, inch after inch. He finally got it all the way in and I groaned loudly, saying that I’d never felt so full in my entire life.

I watched in the mirror on the side of the bed as Kevin began slowly fucking me, sliding that large cock fully inside me on every thrust. Every time he hit bottom, I could not help but moan. I was having orgasm after orgasm on his big fat cock. Then Kevin began to move faster, fucking me with long hard strokes. I arched my body, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he began pounding into my dripping cunt. Thrust after thrust of that large cock into my tiny pussy. By now I had no problem taking him; every inch of his cock was devoured by my hungry pussy.

I watched myself in the mirror as we continued the wild fucking on the bed. I felt that Kevin was close to coming, and when he grunted and pushed himself all the way into my inner depths, shooting his load, I came all over again.

Kevin withdrew, sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at me. He said that he had envisioned this day since we had met, but that he never expected it to be so good. I could barely move, let alone talk. He started gathering my clothes, saying that I had to get going home and had to work in the morning. After catching my breath, I dressed quickly. I thanked Kevin for a memorable evening and he showed me to the door. I walked back to the car, my pussy still open and a large wet stain growing in my clothes. When I arrived home, I tried to quietly slip into the bed. I lay down next to my sleeping husband, feeling a mixture of excitement and remorse. I had once again stepped out of the marriage bed, after years of telling my husband that there was something wrong with him for wanting me to let him watch me and regretting my escapades of the past. Now I had just had the most exciting sex of my life, and it was with a black man, yet another taboo. As my chest continued to raise and fall from my labored breathing as I recounted the events, my husband stirred. He rolled over, kissing my sweaty forehead and asked where I had been. As I started to tell him about the ride along (which seemed like weeks ago) I was startled as he reached his hand between my legs and watched him recoil from the soaked panties. I broke down and confessed on the spot, praying that this indiscretion would not result in divorce. He listened intently as I described the night in detail. I watched to see him stroking his engorged dick and asked if I had allowed Kevin to fuck me anally. When I told him we did not do that he rolled me over and pulled my wet panties down. He pushed his dick into my swollen cunt easily, lubricating it for the impending insertion into my ass. As he slowly pushed it to full hilt, he was telling me that he loved me. He ravaged my tight asshole and while in the past this was always uncomfortable experience, I did not mind as my thoughts wandered back over the course of the night. I could not believe that the feeling of his cock in my ass made me come yet again as I played with my clit. My husband pulled out and blew his warm creamy jism on my back. We fell exhausted and spent into a deep sleep in one anothers arms.  Since that fateful night, my husband and I are deeper in love than ever, and Kevin is a frequent guest at our home, our hot tub, and our bed.

Jean's Surprise

Luckymann on Cheating Stories


                            Jean’s Surprise

    It was a warm, Spring, midday in a southwestern desert city. I had been relaxing with a tall glass of iced tea when the phone rang. It was Jean, a married friend of mine. She wanted to know if I would meet her somewhere for a drink. She said she wanted to asked me something very personal.Â
    Having nothing pressing at the time, I agreed to meet with her. I suggested a neighborhood bar about halfway between our respective homes. On the way to the bar, I couldn't help but wonder what she wanted to ask me. Why would any married woman want to meet a single man at a bar.
 I knew I had a pretty good reputation with the

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ladies. I have always felt that by taking special care of their needs, they would take care of mine. Even though I'm not the greatest looking guy, that philosophy seemed to keep a number of young ladies interested in going out with me. I thought Jean may have wanted to ask about one of my lady friends.
 I had only been at the bar about five minutes when Jean arrived. She seemed somewhat overdressed for an afternoon drink. She was wearing a thin, light blue dress that was cut low enough in front to show off her ample cleavage. It’s skirt stopped just above the knees of her shapely legs. Her attire would have been more appropriate for an evening dinner date. As Jean sat down, I caught just a hint of her perfume. She looked and smelled delicious.
 We ordered drinks and made small talk until they arrived. Jean seemed nervous. Her hands were a bit shaky as she took the first sip of her drink and sat it down. Something was definitely bothering her.Â
 I leaned forward, reached out, and cupped both of her hands in mine. I could feel her shaking.Â
 “Jean?” I asked. “Whatever it is you want to ask me, it’s OK. Take your time and relax. You can ask me anything. I may, or may not answer, but go ahead and ask.”            She took another sip of her drink and said, “Do you think I look OK?” Â
 I truthfully told her, “You look great! You have a beautiful body, sweet face, and a great pair legs.”  Â
 Jean was in her mid-thirties and had two daughters in their early teens. She had a well, but not overly, developed chest and just enough body fat to give her some real nice curves. Her body was a real temptation for this always horny, 27-year-old, male. Â
 Another sip and she said, “John (her husband) hasn’t touched me in weeks, and I’ve been thinking something is wrong with me.”
 I asked her if John may have found a girlfriend.Â
 She said, “No! He always comes straight home from work. I haven’t found anything to indicate anything like that. He just doesn't seem interested in me anymore.”Â
 She downed the rest of her drink all at once and continued. She looked me straight in the eye, and, with only a slight hesitation, asked, “Would you take me to bed this afternoon?”
 “What?” I nearly choked on my drink. I sat back, startled at the question. The thought of bedding Jean was not an unpleasant one. Though I had long thought Jean was a lovely woman, I had always considered my married friends off-limits.Â
 “Would you please repeat what you just asked?” I asked.  Â
 She looked me in the eyes and repeated, “Would you take me to bed this afternoon?” She added, “I need to know if there is anything wrong with me. You have a reputation of having a bunch of girlfriends, treating them well, and being a good lover. I’ve asked around. There will be no strings. Just one afternoon of sex.”
 I am always horny, and she had greatly flattered me. So, I thought to myself, ‘What the hell! If this lovey gal wants to give me some pussy, why not?’ I said to her, “I’d love to. Are you ready to go?”
 She said, “There is just one more thing.”
 “What’s that?” I asked.Â
 “Afterwards, I want you to honestly evaluate me and my actions, and tell me what you think. What am I doing right and wrong.”
 I told her I’d be happy to evaluate her performance. With that, I stood, left a tip for the waitress, took Jean’s hand, and walked with her to our cars in the parking lot.Â
 Jean followed me to my place in her own car. Once there and inside, I made us another drink. When I handed Jean her drink, she took a small sip, and began unbuttoning her dress. As she walked toward my bedroom, she asked, “Are you ready?” Â
 I reached out, took Jean's hand, and pulled her to me.  She was trembling. Holding her close, I said, “I am, but I don’t think you are.” I redirected her toward my couch.Â
 She gave me a puzzled look which slowly turned to a small smile.Â
 Setting her gently on the couch, I sat beside her and put my arm over her shoulders. As we sipped our drinks, we chatted about her lack of sex at home.Â
 I began softly kissing and nibbling her ear and neck. When I gave her a long passionate kiss, she put her drink down, wrapped her arms around me, and eagerly returned the kiss. She then laid her head back on my arm and closed her eyes. Â
 I released the first two of buttons of Jean’s dress and pushed it off her shoulders. I moved on to kissing the exposed parts of her breasts. Her breathing became slower and deeper. Jean was finally beginning to relax. I finished opening her dress buttons and started fondling her breasts through her bra. She leaned forward so I could release the bra’s clasp, thus freeing her beautiful tits. They were remarkably firm for a woman with two children.
 When I moved my mouth to her nipples, they had already become hardened. They were rounded and about the size of large peas. Sucking on them brought soft moans from Jean.Â
 She took my head into her hands, held me tightly against her chest. Just above a whisper she said, “That feels nice.”
 While sucking and nipping her nipples, I let my hand wander down to her knees. As I rubbed higher and higher up the inside of her thighs. I was pushing her dress up at the same time.
 Jean spread her legs giving me easier access to her pussy. Without hurrying, I slowly moved my hand up to her crotch. Her juices had already begun to dampen her silky panties.
 When I gently rubbed up and down her slit through her panties, Jean responded with a ragged voice. “Oh please, yes!” She gasped.  Her panties quickly became soak by her lubricating juices. By that time, Jean was moaning almost constantly, and her head was gently rocking side to side. Â
 I sensed she was then ready to go to bed. I asked her if she would like to go back to my bedroom.     Â
 She smiled and nodded.Â
 I stood, took Jean by the hand, and slowly led her to my bedroom. Once there, I finished undressing her and had her slowly turn for me. This mid-thirty-year-old had nothing to be ashamed of. Her tits were firm and naturally standing proud. Her torso was nicely smoothed by just enough fat to give her soft curves. A nicely trimmed pussy and a round ass topped a shapely pair of legs. She was well tanned with limited tan lines. Jean apparently used her fenced back yard to tan topless.Â
 As she finished her turn, I pulled her to me and told her, “You look great. Any man would be proud to have you.”
 I rather quickly removed my own clothes, and we lay down. I cradled her head in my right arm and massaged her tits with my left hand. In a short time, my hand had returned to her pussy. By then she was soaking wet, and a finger easily entered her hole. I alternated probing strokes into her hole with light touches of her clitoris. Jean soon had her legs widely spread, was moaning constantly, and rolling her body side to side, Â
 I rolled on top of her, and she wrapped her arms tightly around me. She released me with a disappointed groan, when I told her, “Not yet!”Â
 Slowly, ever so slowly, I kissed my way down her body. I paid particular attention to those wonderful tits. Continuing down her belly, I eventually got to her pussy. My tongue gave her slit one long, pussy-lip parting, lick from bottom to top. When I reached her clit, I very gently licked and sucked it. That soon had Jean nearly coming off the bed with upward thrusts of her hips. In the mean time, first one then two fingers were probing deeply into her love hole. She was surprisingly snug.
 “Oh please, yes! Harder! Oh, oh, I’m cuming!” Jean gasped.
 I sucked hard on her clit and jammed a third finger into her. She bucked up and seemed to freeze with her ass a foot off the bed for what seemed like a long time. It was probably really only a matter of seconds, but her orgasm seemed to go on and on.Â
 When Jean relaxed enough to lower her hips back to the bed, I crawled up her then sweat covered body and passionately kissed her until she started moaning again. Massaging her tits and stroking her pussy with my fingers helped her climb towards her second orgasm.Â
 When she seemed about to burst, I positioned my dick at Jean's pussy opening. With one slow, smooth, stroke, I fully entered her. I could feel her pussy's muscles hugging me. Jean’s vaginal muscles weren’t as strong as some of the twenty-year-olds I had been with, but they still firmly grasped my cock. After two kids, Jean still had a damn good pussy.Â
 Then the stroking began. Slowly at first, building with speed and force, we were soon hammering each other. Jean returned every plunge of mine with an upward thrust of her own. She grunted each time I drove into her.Â
 Within a few minutes we were both cuming. She wrapped her legs around my hips, pulled me tightly into her depths, and hugged me as tightly as she could.     Â
 As I pumped my load of cum deep into Jean’s depths, I could feel her pussy milking my cock.       Â
 “Oh God, yes!” Jean whimpered.Â
 After laying quietly for a few minutes, we kissed softly. When my cock softened, I pulled out of Jean and rolled off of her. She turned toward me and laid her head on my shoulder.   Â
 Jean seemed to be deep in thought. A worried look was on her face. That is, until I looked into her eyes, kissed her gently, and said, ”You’re a great fuck, Baby!”Â
 Her broad smile returned. We continued to cuddle and talk for another fifteen minutes. She then kissed me, and just above a whisper, with a hug, said, “Thank you!”
 Without another word, she got up, grabbed her clothes, and headed for my shower.Â
 When she got out, I got in. I had thought about getting in the shower with her. However, I figured she needed some quiet time to think.Â
 After showering, I got dressed and found her sitting at my kitchen table. I located a legal note pad on my desk, took it to my kitchen, and sat across from her. I said, “Now, for the hard part, your evaluation.”
 I could see her tense up, but I went ahead with my report. I took the pad and made two columns. I labeled one column ‘good points’ and the other ‘needs work’. Patting her hand, I asked her which she wanted to do first.Â
 She swallowed and said, “The good points, please.”  Â
 We discussed each point as it came up, and I made suggestions, where appropriate. Here’s what her lists looked like:
     Good Points
  1. Your still beautiful Â
  2. Breasts are nicely sized and still perky
  3. Body soft, smooth, and cuddly
  4. Pubic area well trimmed
  5. Pussy still snug, clean, well lubricated, and tasty (she giggled)  Â
        6. Shapely legs
  7. Good kisser
  8. Nipples respond nicely
  9. Excellent response to oral attentions
  10. Insertion easy and welcome
  11. You cum easily and multiple times
  12. Leg wrapping and returning thrusts was great
  13. Over all a really good lover who knows how to fuck

            Needs Work
  1. I had to make all the moves, you need to be more assertive if you want more screwing
  2. You never offered to use you hands on my cock
  3. If you don’t know how, learn to give oral sex
  4. Dress more provocatively at home (I had seen her in her usual worn pants and old blouses)
 I told Jean, if she wanted to get John interested in her again, she needed to take charge of their love life. Concentrate on her good points, and try to work on her weaker qualities. I continued, “Bring back the pretty, sexy girl he married.” Since she always seemed busy with the kids, I told her to have them spend the night at their grand parents’ home a couple times a month. On those nights, she needed to “date” her husband, even if they didn’t leave their house.
 She still looked great, and I knew John would be interested in her if she showed some interest in him. A man wants his wife to be a lady in public, but a whore at home, especially a wife that looks as good as Jean does.Â
 Jean took the pad, removed the sheet with her lists, carefully folded it, and put it in her purse. She got up to leave, and I accompanied her to my door. At the door, she firmly hugged me, kissed my cheek, and again said, “Thank you.”
 As she went down my walk, I asked her to let me know how things worked out. If John didn’t want her, she was always welcome at my place.Â
 The next time I saw Jean, she was with John at a community gathering. They were walking arm and arm. When Jean saw me, she winked and broke into the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face. She leaned on John’s shoulder as they walked away. I guess her test and evaluation had worked out for the best.                                                                 Â


airport satisfaction

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This is my second story. I’m a 38 yr old woman, married. My husband adores my sexual nature, loves that I’m a total tease and with his blessing I explore online. He is the sole beneficiary of my arousal, for now. However he’s away much of the time, I could so easily get away with it….
 
Here’s my latest desire. I am currently talking online with a sexy, intelligent, younger man. He’s warm and sensual, within him I sense a burning, smoldering sexuality and I so want to be burned! We have distance to ensure I don’t cross the line but it would happen that he comes through a nearby airport hub often enough that if I wished I could meet up with him.
 
My fantasy begins….
 
I’m walking through t
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he airport with my pilot husband. He has a JFK run and I’m going to come along. I love getting away with him, he’s spoiled me and I will be pampered in First Class, gorgeous hotel in downtown Manhattan and the promise of taking me to Le Cirque.
He cuts a fine picture in his dark navy uniform, I get so turned on when he’s working, all that power at his fingertips as he flies that jumbo around the world. I have dressed to impress him in a soft cashmere tan skirt, white blouse that hugs my breasts. I chose a soft pink lace bra, lacey panties that are barely there and garter belt, with nude stockings. I wear four inch black heels and a soft black ¾ length coat. I am hoping that when he invites me to the cockpit later he’ll slide his hands up the inside of my thigh as I get buckled into the jump, the FO too busy to see what he’s doing as we approach JFK. I imagine him touching my pussy through my panties as the FO turns that big beautiful bird towards the newest heading. I love flying into JFK, such a frenetic pace and to be up there watching two hot guys bring that plane down; it’s such a huge turn on.
 
So I’m feeling quite the cat’s ass as we walk through the airport. There are tons of people lining up for the flight as we approach the company desk. My husband pauses and says, “Stay here babe”. He approaches the first class desk and hands over my tickets. He laughs easily and chats up the counter staff girl while I watch. I turn around to scan the hall and all of a sudden I see my online Australian. I knew he was coming back from a break at home but holy shit, my heart pounds in my ears. I can’t believe the timing, running into him here! I quickly glance back to my husband and his back is to me. I look back to where I last saw my flirtatious lover and he is nowhere to be seen. I must have been mistaken I think to myself, knowing full well I wasn’t, I’d know that handsome face anywhere. I lean over and check my bag for my ID and then I hear his voice behind me. “Well then, fancy meeting you here” he says. I stiffen and turn to look into his eyes. They dance with mischief, I can’t breathe.
 
My eyes dart to my husband and thankfully his back is still to me, busy arranging my tickets. I feel myself blushing as I look back at my friend. His lips in a soft smirk, his eyes search mine and I feel heat in my cheeks, I am so transparent. He laughs easily and I take in his gorgeous eyes, his lips that had been promised on the most intimate parts of me so many times, his strong frame. I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and realize my husband is heading back towards us. Shit. I stammer “Babe, this a friend of mine, he’s heading north, just back from Australia.” My husband smiles and shakes his hand. He kisses me quickly on the cheek and says “You’re all set, I’ll see you aboard” and then he has to go.
 
I am so relieved; I could not have kept up that façade. My friend leans over and whispers “I want to fuck you so badly; you look good enough to eat!” His lusty words embolden me. I lean into him and whisper in his ear that I want to take him somewhere quiet; I’ve had enough of the tease. I turn on my heel and start walking away. I know of some quiet places in this busy airport having been a stewardess for many years. I walk to a bank of elevators and don’t ever look back to see if he is following, I know he will be.
 
The doors open and I step inside. He slips in behind me and we press the close button to prevent anyone else from coming in. The doors close and he is on me, his lips ravaging my own, his one hand around my waist, the other grabs my breast and squeezes. His tongue rapes my mouth and I gasp when his hand slips from my waist to lift my skirt and press against my panties, feeling my dampness, seeking my clit. He breaks our kiss to whisper in my ear that he wants to feel inside me. I respond by finding his lips and hungrily kissing him. His fingers slide my thong to the side and he rubs my clit gently. He then slips his finger into my wetness and slides it back and forth across my pussy lips, teasing me. His mouth trails hot blazing kisses across my cheek to my ear and he whispers “I want to fuck you, here, hard and fast, be deep inside you.”
 
He can feel how wet and hot I am, I turn around smacking my hand on the stop button as I do, this elevator is out of service! I feel him move lower behind me and he gently pushes my skirt up over my ass, around my waist. In the back of my mind I know there is a camera somewhere but I don’t care, I am consumed with fiery lust. He gently pulls my thong to one side and then I feel his tongue begin to flick my clit. Oh my god, it is pure heaven, I can feel my pussy get so wet. I bend over further, giving him full access and I hear myself moan, a ragged sound to my ears. He responds by slipping his tongue into my wet hole and grabbing my hips, gently bringing me to his mouth, tasting me, devouring me, fucking me with his thrusting hot tongue.
 
His one hand slides to my ass and begins stroking my cheeks. I know he what he wants, we’ve talked about it before, and he knows I’m an anal virgin. I tense and know he is licking his thumb. His tongue returns to my clit and then I feel his wet thumb rub all around my tight hole. Oh god, I want him inside my ass, his mouth upon me. I push my ass against his thumb and he takes my cue. It slips inside me and I find I like the feeling, my pussy throbbing. He begins sliding his other hand to my pussy and I feel his fingers inside my velvety walls. His thumb ass fucking me, his tongue driving me wild, his fingers deep inside my pussy, coated with my juice. He takes his fingers out of my hot pussy and I feel two fingers inside my ass. “You like that don’t you; wait until you feel my cock up your ass!” I swear I just about cum at that. “Fuck me, oh please fuck me hard” I whisper.
 
He stands and says “Ah, my pleasure my lovely”. He is inside me in one hard thrust, buries himself deep in my pussy and I can’t help it, I begin to orgasm. My pussy grips onto his hard cock and my hips undulate with pleasure, my cervix riding against his hardness. I hear him groan and then he begins fucking me through my climax. Sweet mercy, I feel my cum slick on his cock, he grabs my hips and shoves hard inside me. I focus and begin squeezing him with my tight pussy muscles, I want to make him wild and it has the desired effect. I hear him whisper “fuck” under his breath and I smile to myself. I begin moving my hips against his thrusts and clasp him inside me, milking his cock.
 
I flip my dark hair to one side and look over my shoulder at him for a second. His eyes lock on mine and he buries his dick so that his balls slap against my pussy lips, watching me as I gasp, he fills me completely. I swear under my breath and grip the elevator safety bar harder. Oh god, I’m going to cum again and at the same time I feel his dick get so hard inside me. He begins pounding into me; I reach down with one hand and start rubbing my clit. He grabs my hips strongly and pulls me hard against him as he starts to orgasm deep inside me. He fills my pussy with hot spurts of creamy cum, I feel his cock spasm inside me and it pushes me over the edge, my pussy grips him tightly and I climax in a long shuddering wave. It seems to last forever and I am in ecstasy, lost in my own pleasure. He leans against me, his cock softer inside me and bites my shoulder. We breathe heavy and rest a second before decoupling and straightening ourselves out. He smirks at me and then looks at the camera in the elevator. He grabs me firmly round the waist and with a quick glance at the camera he then pulls me into the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had. You know, I think to myself, I’d almost give up New York for tonight with him….
 
Part 2 will be forthcoming, the return journey…..when he takes my virgin ass and fucks me senseless while overlooking the city.

Unfaithful - The story of Anna

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  1. Anna realizes

This was a really long day for Anna; she hates it when she gets customers all day long, one after one, just buying some small staff. Good long brakes are always app

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reciated.

Since she started working in this grocery shop down the street, she felt young again and productive. She earned enough money to take care of her needs and working from 8 to 5 is not always that bad.

Married for 7 years with 2 kids, she didn’t look bad at all. Actually, she looked quite sexy, she thought when she looked in the mirror in her bedroom. Smooth long legs which are not skinny, a nice round ass with a flat firm stomach, her breast were a nice smooth B size. Her white skin fits adequately her long 180 cm body and her brown hair just added the missing touch. She likes to tie it now and then, revealing her soft long neck and beautiful flourishing face.

This innocence she had in her eyes was deadly. That’s what her husband says at least. She knew that and she liked to be reminded of it.

After a nice 15 minutes of contemplation, she put her robe back on herself and went downstairs to the living room to relax in front of the TV.

She couldn’t help thinking how awful this day was, standing behind the counter, helping some customers find what they need, withstanding some flirting with a big smile… and… hmmm… that was strange; Mike, the shop owner and manager was a little bit strange today, it seemed like he kept looking at her in an unusual way, especially at her ass.

She doesn’t remember wearing anything special today. Her white and black skirt that went just above her knees, a normal top and her hair was loose. She did however bend over the counter to show some customers the different types of gums they had, and then her skirt might have gone up a little bit, but not too much. Mike always sat there to her left working with the bills, and he might have caught something.

She decided that tomorrow she’ll have more conservative clothes, just in case… She had a nice family. Although her husband, working in the basement on some research almost 24 hours a day, didn’t do his sexual homework, she still felt that he was her man.

She went to sleep early that night, but the smile on Mike’s face never left her mind…

“Doing your shopping early John today?”

“Yes pretty, nothing better than a nice good morning from a sexy face”, answered John who is a habitual flirter/customer.

She still wore the same skirt, only pushed it a bit higher and this time, she had a black “collant” and wore no bra. Why did she do that? She didn’t know, she actually didn’t think about it. Something ticked in her mind and she felt like it.

“Can I get my usual packs?”

This was John’s ass show everyday, she bent down knowing that he only stared at her ass, well she didn’t mind as long as he could only see the form from where he was standing.

But this time, she wanted to make sure where Mike was looking… She bent down; her skirt went up along the back of her legs just below her ass, and she tried to get the damn thing. Before standing back up, she peeked towards Mike just to see his face turned and bent trying to get a better view of her crotch.

Meeting her eyes, he smiled his face back to the bills. “Here you go, put it on your account John?”

“Thank you baby, see you”

There was a smile on her face, only this time it wasn’t a customer’s smile, it was a response to the smile that is not leaving Mike’s face.

She walked to him “See anything you like?” she asked still smiling.

“The best so far”, he answered back with a hope on his face.

“And your last”, she answered abruptly and went back to the counter, hiding a small smile on her face.

The day passed with them playing cat and mouse, she bending down or getting up to do her work, him peeking for a glance and trying naively to hide it. She was sure he got some nice shots there, her black pants that were sometimes visible, some good bending positions.

This was strange; her nipples were hard by the thought of what was happening, she could even feel some tension in her body, like the first time a boy holds her hand on a date. She was sure he was also looking at her nipples; they were also visible behind the fabric.

Everything happened with those two sentences only said, the tense silent was there, but she knew that she didn’t want anything to happen, this is good enough. But why the hell did she like it?

The next couple of weeks continued to be the same, she made sure she wore some nice revealing clothes and they both enjoyed the silent pleasures. Sometimes he would hit “unintentionally” her ass with the back of his hand while passing, making it a swift hit that made the firm flesh shake quickly.

Sometimes they would look at each others eyes trying to hold a smile but he never approached her openly and she didn’t understand why, not that she knew what the answer would be…

  1. It happens!!

It was a Tuesday when her husband dropped by her work to get her signature on something they needed for the house. Mike and Paul, her husband, know each other a little bit and so Mike took the opportunity to invite both of them to a dinner he was holding that same Friday.

“You bet we’re gonna’ be there, I have a couple of good old Cuban cigars we can try as well”, added Paul before he left.

Anna and Mike had been having this teasing game for some weeks now, but nothing serious or any approaches had happened so far. She was a little bit surprised to how cool Mike was when her husband was around, as if nothing was happening… Or probably there was nothing happening… Ouf… She didn’t want to think about it…

That day, she wore a white pant which fits her perfectly. It was this type of pants that one could tie it up from the front with a lace. She had a white string under it so that nothing could be seen when you look from behind. Her ass actually was clearly visible and the top she had on, also white, just left 10 centimeters of her stomach naked.

With her long and firm body, she felt herself irresistible. She tied her hair to reveal more of her neck. Deadly, she was just deadly… Or that’s what she thought Mike was thinking. But now after this, she was all confused. If something was happening, why was Mike so cool? After all, he’s not the Cazanova type of guys who had many girls.

But analyzing what was happening confused her more. Thinking that she is taking more time to get dressed, trying to tease Mike as much as possible is driving her insane: she didn’t understand what was happening.

“Oooowwwww, I want to eat your ass”, whispered her husband in her ears just as she went in the house. His hands were holding her butt firmly and her ass tensed immediately. Squeezing her ass, he started kissing her neck and his hands moved to the front of her stomach.

“Hmmmm…, ohhhh Paul this is good, it’s been some time…Hahhaaahaa…”

He was sucking on her neck, slowly moving from one place to another. At the same time, his hands were moving down under her pants… Ohhh this is good… He let the laces loose and her pants dropped. Paul took his right hand down to her pussy while his left still held her by her stomach.

Her neck was bent backward while he was still sucking it. His right hand was above her string with his two fingers clipping her clit. He moved them up and down slowly, softly… She loved every second of it… All her muscles were stretched… She couldn’t help it, she had to scream, she had to let the pleasure out…

“Ah, ah, oh yeah, aaaaahhhhhh, I want you now, fuck me now, please baby now”

He bent her over the table, his left arm still holding her by the stomach, and started kissing her ass cheeks… He was devouring them…

“I adore your ass baby”, he said breathless.

He was biting, kissing, sucking, licking… But he never stopped massaging her clit from above her underwear.

She was having it better before, his devouring her ass like a crazy man drove her to calm down, but at the same time, this excellent soft massaging of her clit made her drip enormously. This was actually making her last longer, it was creating some kind of a balance so she’s not coming… She’s just hung in this endless moment of pleasure.

Suddenly Paul stopped eating her ass but still continuing with his fingers. His left hand has left her stomach; she looked back to see him trying to unbutton his jeans. Owwwww… the thought of him fucking her, this sight turned her even crazier… Only this time, she couldn’t hold it…

“Ahhhhhhh, ah, aaaaahh yes, yes baby yes, oww this is so good”, she couldn’t catch her breath to speak. She felt him wiping up his wet fingers on her back.

“Did you like that? Yes?” Paul had his hand on his dick ready to put it in. Damn it’s so red it looks like he’s going to come. She hasn’t touched him yet… he was stressing on his teeth and was uncontrollable… this scared her a little but it’s her husband, he becomes like that in the few times he is horny.

He pulled her pants down abruptly, spread her legs and put his dick in her crotch directly. Although he didn’t massage it with his dick first, she was so wet that it went directly in.

“Ahhh…”, she screamed as his jammed it harder. His cock was not especially long but it was thick enough. And he knew how to take advantage of all the length he had. He took almost all out before he rammed it in again. Slowly out and jamming in.

His hands were holding her hips tight but he was fucking her without letting her move. She wanted him to go in faster and harder but he denied her this pleasure by holding her still with his hands. He was enjoying teasing her by getting it slowly in and out now.

It was itching inside of her when he moved it left and right while getting in. This round movement he made with his ass made her insane.

“Oww harder baby harder… Ahhhh, ah, ah, ah,…” now he was fucking the shit out of her. Fast and hard the way she liked it. She is coming again… His movements became faster and shorter… He was coming too…

“Ouuuwwwww”

“Ahhhh…..”

His dick was plunged in her, his warm sperm mixed with her cum. This was amazing. He took his cock out and let the last drops on her ass cheek. The fluid coming out of her was between her thighs.

“Oh my god baby you never did it that good before!!”

“I’m improving honey”, Paul answered with a smile of satisfaction.

“I mean I came twice and my top is still on me, this is quite an improvement!”, and she was really impressed. Her husband used to be the 5 minutes lasting sex man. He was totally ignorant and he didn’t do it much.

As he wiped his dick clean and set his trousers back, he explained where he got the tips from.

“You know these websites where they display amateur sex stories? They have some good descriptions of good sex, and it’s just to follow them”, he simplified the situation.

Anna laid on the table exhausted; she had had the best sex in her life so far, with the man she never thought could use his tongue and all this came as a “how was your day honey?” right after work.

She wiped herself directly, put her pants back on and took her wet underwear directly to the washing machine. Paul didn’t add a word after his website lesson story; he just turned and went back to his work.

Damn he was weird… 7 years and still his behaviors are weird for her… He always acts like that and when they met she liked him because of it, now it is time to grow up, be nice a little bit… a kiss… a “I’d better head back to work” even is enough.

She’s tired. A nice fuck and a long day at work, she needed to take a hot bath and relax the whole evening. Taking a short nap in the bathtub, she got out of the bathroom and went to sleep directly… it didn’t take her more than a couple of minutes to go into deep sleep…

Nice jazz music was playing in the house when Paul and Anna went in. Mike’s house was around 30 minutes drive so they agreed that she drives and Paul drinks. A very happy Mike opened the door for them and greeted them in.

“Paul… and beautiful Anna”, it took Mike around 1 minute to finish contemplating her.

She was wearing a black dress that goes 5 cm above her kneed, with an open top that drew a V shape between her breasts. She had no bra on because the dress left her back naked. She wore a black “collant” that went up halfway under her skirt. High heels on her feet and a well done hair at the hairdresser, Anna looked magnificent.

“Thank you Mike, a bit different than work clothes, hehe”, she replied smiling. Her heart was beating since they both understand that it is not the case.

“Oh come on in, come on in”, asked them Mike and he lead them into the living room where the majority of the guests, around 20, were sitting or standing trying to be social.

Anna was directly dragged into a group of 3 women discussing bullshit while Paul excused himself to get a couple of drinks and chat with some acquaintances he knows. The party went on smoothly for a couple of hours, when the music turned into slow and guests started dancing.

Paul, who was chatting with some girl in the kitchen, came and took her right hand to dance. Almost everybody was dancing and Paul’s head was leaning on her left shoulder. Looking to her left, she met Mike’s eyes; he smiled while lowering his two hands to the ass of the girl he was dancing with… She turned her head feeling some kind of jealousy… What the fuck was he doing, she’s not even his girlfriend; that is if he has one… She plunged into silence and was moving with the music…

“Can I break in?” interrupted them Mike while a new song was starting to play.

Taking her left hand and placing his right around her waste, they began moving with the slow music.

“Nice party you have here, Mike” she interrupted.

“Beautiful guests as well” he answered looking straight in her eyes.

“Thank you” she was smiling, “I am overwhelmed with compliments tonight”.

Mike pulled her closer by putting both his hands around her waste. She could feel he was horny through his pants. Damn her heart was beating so hard… His hand slipped down a little bit and now he was contouring her string from the top… She felt it, she knew it, and he knew that, the tension was building without any direct approach.

Now he was massaging her back right above her string line with his 3 middle fingers… Pressing more, there was no more room for playing the ignorant… She had both her arms hanged behind his shoulders and she pressed a little bit…

His three fingers are now getting down more and more and pressing her dress to the skin. His middle finger was moving slowly down the first opening between her butts. Then he started to speak… or not… she could feel his breath on her neck but he wasn’t speaking, he was blowing softly on her neck… Damn it felt amazing; she pressed him even harder for she couldn’t take it anymore.

She could feel the wetness between her legs… Mike’s lips were now almost touching the bone apparent above her shoulder; she could feel the moisture coming out of his mouth almost touching her…

 “Cheers to our host for this wonderful party” someone broke into the silence just when the music went off.

Mike turned around and was smiling to the people. They were standing backside to the wall so he took the opportunity and slid his left hand on her ass and started massaging it. Feeling a little bit uncomfortable, she tried to do something but everybody was looking and she didn’t want to make a scene… Or was it that the reason? She actually enjoyed it, but she couldn’t risk her husband noticing anything. So politely, she moved forward and went into the kitchen.

Paul was chatting with one of his friends in the party, so she thought of going upstairs to the bathroom. She saw Mike socializing a little bit and he noticed her on the stairs. Before she disappeared in the second floor, she saw him excuse himself…

She went through the first door she saw, it was a bedroom… the room was dark and was lit only by the light of the moon outside. She took the opportunity to sit down and freshen up her mind. The thoughts were rushing inside her head… She was horny as hell; Mike explicitly played his hands around her ass and she didn’t mind…

The door opens, a small light enters from the small opening as a shadow slides in. Without noticing the figure, she knew it was Mike. A dead silent filled the room. As he approached, the moon lit his face and she felt her heart pumping again. Without any words, he sat next to her.

She fell back on her back and landed on her elbows. She was starting to talk when she felt his fingers on her knee. Sitting there leaning backward, her legs were making a 30 degrees angle downward and were half open.

He slowly slid his hand downwards between her thighs… They were cold and her legs tensed immediately. He started massaging her inner thighs, still above the “collant” up and down. She was getting really wet… she closed her eyes and let him finish what he was doing.

His hands moved closer now to her wet pussy and he started touching her underwear slowly with his middle finger. She was so wet by now that all of her string underwear is filled with moist. He continued stroking her pussy slowly until she couldn’t take it.

“Ah, ah, ahhhhh…” she was moaning at each stroke. Slowly, he moved his mouse close to her neck and started kissing her. Now all his hand was wrapped above her crotch and he slid his finger under her clothes and straight into her pussy. His mouth was now nearing the top of her left breast and he tried to remove it with his nose. Unsuccessful, he took his left hand, pulled it away quickly, revealing her beautiful tit. He started sucking on her nipple immediately, eating and biting her breast, trying to put it all in his mouth. He was covering her breast with it and teasing her nipple with his tongue. All this while he jammed two fingers in her crotch.

She took his head with her hands as she couldn’t take the teasing of her nipple longer. She pulled him back, unzipped his pants and started massaging his dick from outside the fabric of his underwear. Before she realized it, Mike had her dress hanging by her waist and was struggling to get her pants off, she helped him do that as she struggled herself to get his dick out of his boxers so hard it was.

Both naked, he flipped her over, making her sit on her knees with the her ass showing up, and then he started licking her pussy. First slowly and then more violently. She was pleased to hear the sound of approval that he made when he saw her perfectly shaved pussy. He took his dick in his hand and guided it to her entrance massaging her clit for a while with it. Anna was so horny and wet that she was trembling all over. She actually came so hard right before he could get all his dick inside of her.

“Damn that was fast”, said Mike.

“Oh,… fuck me please…, come on,…”. Before the sentence was over, Mike had already plunged his dick into her, and started moving fast, making his stomach slap her at her ass. “Oh my god I’m coming again”, Anna couldn’t stop it, the whole situation made her so horny. Her body couldn’t keep up with the flow of her thoughts.

Suddenly Mike takes his dick out of her and start cumming on her back.

“Damn, that came far”, cried Anna when she realized that his cum lay where her bras should be.

“Liked it?”, asked Mike with a wide smile on his face.

Anna didn’t answer, she cleaned herself, dressed up again and went to meet her husband. “See you on Monday…”, she dropped before she left Mike putting on his clothes.

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Me and My Emo Friend!!

SweetAssGurlie on Cheating Stories

This is an amazing true story of unexpected attraction!

I had a friend that I met graduating year, he was very cute and very emo, he had a lot of emotion and wore the cutest clothes ever, and I always had a thing for his hair. He was tall and kinda thin, but not too bad. He had blonde hair and blue eyes to die for! I had been attracted to him for a while, but we had just remaind friends. One night there was a party at a friend of mine's camp. We all went and I never really thought about Dason since I had came back from school. I was partying at the camp with my girlfriends and getting quite drunk when I heard someone say "Hey Dason!" I turned and locked eyes with him and went over to say Hi. I could see that he was really stoned, which I knew would make it easier for me

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to get him. I went over to tell my best friend that he was here when she told me that he had a girlfriend. I was dissapointed because he had brought a girl with him. I was starting to feel really tipsy so I went inside the camp to go freshen up in the bathroom. I felt horrible that he was with some and with all of te alcohol I started to cry. Suddenly someone knocked on the door. I didn't want anyone to see me crying so I told them that I would be out in a minute. When I heard his vioce call out and say "It's me, let me in." I opened the door a crack and he pushed his way through and closed the door behind him. "I didn't get my hug!" He said. And wrapped his arms around my shoulders tighly and swayed me back and forth. He could see I was crying and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Are you ok?" he asked. "You're with someone I see." I said trying not to sound like I really cared. "Yeah" He whispered under his breath sounding not enthused about it, and a smirk came on his face. I sat down on the floor of the bathroom and put my head in my hands, he sat down too and pulled a joint from his pocket. Want some he asked and lit it up. I took a couple of hits and we were both high. He moved over to sit next to me and put his arm around me. "Iv'e always thought you were so hot, I've wanted to sleep with you since forever!" Usually I would be offened but I looked at his cute face, and it became something I actually wanted to hear. I looked at him and kissed his lips softly. And as soon as I felt his lips I needed more. He turned towards me and layed me back on the floor kissing me passionatly. "We could get caight I said." and he sat back up. He got up and locked the two doors. One leading to the master bedroom and the other the the dining room and back outside where are friends and his gf were hanging out. "Do you really wanna pass this up? he asked. I really didn't! He grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall kissing my neck as he started rubbing my breasts through my shirt. He moved his hands up my shirt and started to rub my nipples. They were hard between his fingers. I grabbed his ass and pulled him close to me. I really did want him. I felt his penis through his pants rubbing against me. I bent down and unzipped his pants slowly antisipating what I was about to see. I pulled down his pants and boxers and his penis sprung up fully erect and almost 8" SERIOUSLY I was shocked and kinda thrown. I held it in my hands and rubbed it lightly. He put his hands out and leaned against the wall for balance. I started to rub harder and kiss the end of it lightly. I heard a little moan escape his mouth when I took the tip of his penis and put it in my mouth. I licked it and swirled it around until I had all that I could take in my mouth. he was really enjoying it and moaning quite a bit at this point. I whispered to him to quiet down and he pulled me up off the floor. He started to unbutton my pants and pulled them down to reveal a very wet black thong. he pulled it down and started to playful rub my clit, I thought I would explode right there! He turned me around and leaned me over the sink. I felt him rubbing his penis up against my slit until he finally pushed it deep inside me all at once.  I moaned out and bit down hard on my lip trying to remmeber that we had to be quiet. He held on to my hips and and forced me hard onto his dick many times until we were both going at the same pace. He then reached around started rubbing my clit hard. I knew it wouldn't be long til I came. I knew it was going to be good. I he started pounding harder and I could feel that I could hold out no longer and came. I could feel myself tighening around his penis and I moaned his name out loudly. I knew he could feel it because he then started trusting harder, his penis was very hard and strong and he whispered in my ear that it was the hardest he had ever been. I tried to keep myself tight around his penis and grinding as deep as possible. He then whispered that he was about to cum. He pulled out and pulled only once before he came into the shower. We both collapsed onto the floor together holding each other and trying to catch our breaths. We cleaned up and I was nervous as to what would happen next. As I was about to open the door to leave he grabbed my hand. I don't want it to end here he said and kissed me on the lips hard. Me neither I said and held him tight for a moment. We both left the bathroom at different times, me first and then him moments later. I felt bad for his gf. Later that night when he dropped her off he broke it off with her.

Neighborhood Nympho

jethro jodhpur on Cheating Stories

Neighborhood Nympho - part1
         

                  Yes, I knew what I was getting when I married Charlie. On our honeymoon I turned a blind eye as she picked up guys out by the pool and let them take her to their rooms so they could bang her brains out. By the end of the first week she was taking on groups of studs from the area who were eager to tear off a piece of ass that looked as good as she did. Every morning Charlie would don her skimpiest bikini and pad out to the pool for some sun and to wait for somebody to invite her to their room or place. Let's face it; she looked like a porn star, too much makeup and a set of tits that were an unreal 38D.

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she left with a group of guys who wanted to gangbang her and didn't come back until the afternoon of the next day. I wasn't bothered by her appetite for hard cock, but overnight was a bit too much for this brand spanking, new husband. She claimed she fucked over thirty guys, lots of them more than once. She slept for the rest of the day, but that night she slipped out of the room and didn't return until late the next morning. I put her over my knee and gave her cute rounded ass a good spanking as she cried and told me she'd be a good girl. I went out to the pool to calm down and when I returned she was gone again, this time for two days.

 By the time we got back from this disaster of a honeymoon, I knew there would be big trouble and soon unless I came up with some kind of plan to keep her happy. She confessed that she was seeing a couple of guys at the part time job she had, both of them married, which was something of a blessing. Between them and me, Charlie claimed she could probably get by provided she got plenty of action on the weekend. Based on her performance on our honeymoon, there was no way that yours truly and a couple of part time studs at her job were going to fill the bill.

 I started scrambling to come up with a lot more trustworthy individuals who wouldn't mind taking care of Charlie's itch on the weekends. My goal was to be able to set her up for at least one gangbang over the weekend, although two or even three might be a better fit for her considerable appetite when it came to cock. I got lucky when an old buddy of mine who had gotten married a few years ago complained to me that he and his wife needed something extra to keep the magic going. That got me to thinking and after making a number of phone calls, I managed to arrange the first couples day involving Charlie and a few of my old buddies and ex-girlfriends who now were happily, or in some cases, not so happily married.

 The initial one took place at the home of one of my closest friends and his sexy wife who went both ways it turned out, and a good time was had by all, especially Charlie who even allowed herself to be tied up for a portion of the gangbang. Although there were only four other couples in attendance, my nympho bride's itch was well scratched thanks to the enthusiastic response of the women. By far Charlie was the hottest babe there, and that sort of incentivized the distaff side to put a little extra into the way they handled my wife.

 Things turned freaky when our hostess broke out her strap-on and the ladies took turns stirring up the loads of hot sperm that their husbands had pumped into every hole that Charlie possessed. One guy managed to drop a load into her armpit, and another filled one of her ears to the brim with his offering as everyone cheered him on. Once word got around about this little orgy the invitation list grew to the point that people had to make reservations to attend a couples meeting.

 My nympho wife took to bondage like a duck to water. She claimed that being tied tightly freed her from any guilt feelings and made the hard cocks, strap-ons, fists and fast tongues that probed her even more pleasurable. I also was informed that the frequent spankings I gave her these days also eased any residual guilt she might have for cheating on me. Strange as it sounded, our new arrangement seemed to be working. However like any significant change in one's pattern, this one had its ups and downs. Usually the  sexual momentum generated by the weekend action was enough to sustain her until mid-week. Beyond that it was a crap shoot. It was my call on keeping Charlie happy, and so I learned to roll with the punches whenever she went a little astray.

 Our first problem had to do with our next door neighbors on both sides. Mark and Marilyn Connor were a childless, middle-aged couple who were quite reserved, at least that's what I thought. Until I brought home my new wife, interactions between us were infrequent but always civilized. All that changed when Mark got a good look at Charlie out by our little pool in one of her skimpy bikinis. It got downright frigid when Marilyn noticed that her husband was taking much more interest in my new wife than she thought was warranted. My wife cannot deal with men who don't immediately start slavering at the sight of her fantastic body. So initially she was quite satisfied in the homage that Mark was paying to her. When Marilyn gummed up the works, Charlie took that as a challenge and acted accordingly.

 It turned into a contest of the wills between Charlie and Marilyn. The first time I realized what was going on was when Charlie began to sunbathe topless, displaying her incredible 38Ds in all their fleshy glory. Next I noticed the drapes were tightly shut on the Connor's windows facing our pool. However once I caught a quick glance of Mark peeking out as Charlie absentmindly played with her nipples, making those nubbins stiff as ice. Things got hotter in a sense and now Charlie was taking the sun in the nude. That brought a response from Marilyn who one early evening rang the doorbell and announced to me that my wife was distracting her husband with her brazen displays of flesh that not only involved nudity, but also lascivious behavior to boot.

 The behavior part was something new and so we two tiptoed to the pool area to discover my wife shamelessly masturbating while a bemused Mark Connor stood in the window of his bedroom and stroked his pecker in homage to my wife's awesome body and behavior. I had to stiffle a laugh at this display of sexuality taking place between my wife and my neighbor. Without even thinking I mentioned that Mark was rather well hung and this was going to cause plenty of friction now that my oversexed wife knew about what he had in his trousers. Marilyn's reaction showed a new facet of her personality, one that was more in tune with mine and even Charlie's.

 "You tell that brazen bimbo if I catch her even near my husband, I'll ram my strap-on so far up her ass it will come out of that hot, pouty mouth!"

 From that time on, my view of Marilyn Connor changed dramatically. Seizing the moment I asked what might happen if perhaps tomorrow evening I delivered my cloaked wife to them, naked underneath with her hands cuffed behind her back, so that she could make a very sincere apology and do whatever they chose to demand in the form of reparations. I watched as my straight-laced neighbor licked her lips nervously before breaking into a broad grin and declaring in a voice loud enough to carry back to the pool area.

 "You march that big-titted bitch over to my door promptly at seven tomorrow evening and we'll take it from there. Don't expect her back into the wee hours, if at all. I'll only guarantee that by early morning she'll be able to walk, but I hope she doesn't have the kind of job that requires her to be seated for any significant amount of time."

 When I broke the news to my darling wife, her baby-blues got big and she smiled like the cat that swallowed the canary. I wondered if she and Mark had already made a connection, which would explain his reaction to watching her jill off. That night she pretty much confirmed my suspicions, by making sure the curtains in our bedroom were pulled back, and the window was wide open. She insisted that we keep the light on while I nailed her fore and aft. Finally she assumed her most erotic position, on her spine, legs akimbo and her body jackknifed at the waist, so her hands could grab her ankles and keep that shaved pussy wide apart.

 While I pounded away at that weeping gash I looked up at the mirror over the dresser and saw the Connors reflected back at me. Marilyn and Mark were as naked as jaybirds and I was quite taken by her trim body and the thick patch of dark pubic hair guarding her cunt. She was smiling and at the same time slowly jacking Mark's hard dick that could have easily doubled for the limb of a fair sized tree. I knew at once that Charlie must already have sampled that cudgel, and was looking forward to a great night of sex with the Connors. I wondered if they'd have the decency to leave the lights on and let me watch and jack-off as they went at each other.

 The timing couldn't have been any better in that it was Thursday night and Charlie was itchy as a cat in heat. She must have deliberately rationed her pussy at work, making a number of her fans very unhappy. As promised she was standing at the door to the Connor place at seven , waiting for them to welcome her inside. I vainly hoped that they might display some charity and invite me into their home for some or all of the fun and games I knew were about to take place. It was not to be; it was a stone-faced couple who stood in the doorway and took possession of my helpless wife. Marilyn gave me a curt nod and her face nearly betrayed her glee as her husband opened the cloak to reveal Charlie in her naked glory,her stiff nipples and bloated cunt lips rouged crimson. That was all I would see of my nympho bride for the rest of the night except for the digital pictures that Marilyn e-mailed to me until well in the early hours of the morning.

 I heard from Marilyn by phone about an hour after I returned home. She informed me that she'd be spending me some fun pictures during the evening if I was interested. In the background I could hear a swishing sound followed by a slapping noise and a muffled grunt. Marilyn finally got around to explaining what was going on while she was talking to me. My wife was lying on their bed, her gaping asshole freshly fucked by Mark's huge cock. He was using his belt on her round bouncy buns, and to avoid disturbing their other neighbors, Charlie was gagged with a pair of Marilyn's ripe panties that had been sitting in the hamper for a day or so. The mental picture that formed in my head got me hard and horny. I knew that despite the grunts, Charlie was having a grand time with the Connors.

 As promised I received an e-mail a few minutes later consisting of three pictures. The first showed my new bride stretched out on a king sized bed, lying on her stomach. Marilyn Connor, wearing only a pair of bikini panties was seated comfortably upon Charlie, her hands holding my wife's firm rounded cheeks apart. Kneeling between my nympho bride's thighs was her husband, Mark, holding his stiff prick steady and obviously on the verge of pushing that long thick tool into Charlie's puckered butthole. From the way this picture was framed, the Connors were pretty adept at using digital technology to record their little bedroom antics. I wondered if they also had a webcam, and that was confirmed by the accompanying message that came with the pictures. According to Marilyn the webcam was sending streaming video to a number of people located all over the world. These folks were playing in the big leagues and as of this evening Charlie was making her international debut.

 In the second picture Marilyn had lost her bikinis and was holding Charlie's head by her long blonde hair against her hairy crotch. Mark had shifted his position so that about half of his monster weapon was now buried in my wife's asshole. Charlie's bound hands were clenched tight, indicating that she was having some difficulty handling the tree limb of a cock that was nosing its way deeper and deeper into her poop chute. The third shot showed Mark spooned against Charlie's buns, his cock swallowed whole by my wife's well stretched lower GI tract. Marilyn had a look of bliss on her face, an indication that Charlie's tongue was making good progress in satisfying her hostess.

    ( To be continued )

My Betrayal Part 2

sexy_erotique_1 on Cheating Stories


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Part Two.

"Honey, Ms Lawson needs a ride into town, she has a family emergency" my wife said. I exhaled dramatically. I was so relieved when my wife asked for a ride for her. “She came with Toni and Alex (the bride and groom to be) and they are unable to leave just yet. I figured since you are going there anyway, it would be alright with you”. I looked over at Ms. Lawson and she winked and smiled. She hadn't told! I did not want to be alone with this woman but how could I say no? If I put up a protest my wife would suspect something or worse, Smoky Eyes would te

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ll. What could I do? I opened the door and allowed Ms. Lawson to slide in.

 As soon as my wife closed the door and the driver took off she straddled me and began to grind on my cock through our clothes. She was so horny that she was trying to get straight to the fucking. I tried to hold her off but my resolve was weakening and my dick was betraying my mind and my heart by becoming instantly hard. She was like an octopus with her hands everywhere. She was kissing me and sucking on my neck and rubbing her breasts against my chest. I wanted her and at the same time I hated her. Why was she doing this? I fought with her to leave me alone but she was determined to fuck me no matter what I did. I was becoming weaker seeing her breast heave up and down as she took deeper breaths while wrestling with me. Her hair was wild and her bedroom eyes were boring into me, she looked so fuckable. I was torn between this beautiful woman and my wonderful marriage. My dick throbbed painfully reminding me that it needed release and it needed it now! The beautiful woman won.

I became angry and determined to make her suffer for making me want to betray my family. The boiling blood was like a fuel to me as I determined to make the bitch pay for this. I could see her desperation to fuck me and decided to use it against her to torment her. As she continued to straddle me, I pulled her dress aside at the top tearing it and exposing her naked breast. I stared at it for a moment licking my lips and allowing the cold air to hit, making her nipples hard. I circled my tongue around her breast waiting to taste her nipple in my mouth but I wanted to torture her. When the nipples peaked I brought my hot mouth to it and lavished it with my tongue. She let a soft moan escape her lips as I suckled. With my mouth still on the one nipple I exposed the other breast and began to squeeze that nipple softly with my fingers making her lean her head back and arch her back forcing her breasts closer to the source of such electric pleasure. She told me to bite her nipples and I did, gently at first then harder and harder, suckling and biting, suckling and biting. Licking and suckling and biting. "Mmmmm.... Yes Daddy!!! OOOHH baby... Yes... bite me harder!!

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She was so wet I could feel her pussy juices through my pants. I continued the deliciousness for what seemed like eternity. I brought her to such heights of pleasure that she grabbed my head and did her best to keep my mouth locked on her tits and I locked my mouth on them like a pit bull attached to his moms tits. She was trying to unzip my pants to expose my hard dick so that she could mount it and ride me while I suckled her tender breasts, but I removed her hands and brought them both behind her back holding them firmly together by the wrists with one of my strong hands.

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I continued to lavish her nipples with my tongue until she began to moan louder and louder. When she was on the verge of the same orgasmic bliss I was when she sucked my dick, I stopped, leaving her nipples throbbing and aching for more. She looked at me with a pouty face when I stopped, turning me on even more. I was going to fuck her until she begged me to stop. I opened the sunroof and the privacy window allowing the driver to witness what I was about to do to her next. I told her to stand up and put her head thru the sunroof and look out at everything we were driving by. She looked at me with lustful desperation in her eyes wanting to fuck and forget about the sunroof but the smoldering anger in my eyes told her to obey. She stood and looked out as she was told. As she was standing in the sunroof enjoying the ride and looking up at the beautiful night sky I lifted her dress. My hands slide up to her panties. She inhaled sharply as I ripped them off of her destroying them in an instant. She tried to look down in the limo to see what I was doing but I command her not to look back inside of the limo at all.

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She felt my hands moving up her legs, caressing her thighs as they moved towards her delectable delight. She moaned as she felt my fingers running along her pussy lips and I felt her clit throbbing in response and aching to be touched. I sniffed her her musky scent like a dog sniffing his bitch and the smell of it drove me over the edge. I slipped my finger between her lips and gently fondled her waiting clit, a moan rose up in her throat. I gently massaged her clit until I could feel her pussy juices begin to flow even more than they already had. People were riding by the limo looking at her standing in the sunroof with a look of maximum pleasure on her face as she moaned out in ecstasy. I then used my hot tongue and slid it up her legs, kissing both thighs as I penetrated her pussy with two of my fingers. She moaned loudly. Her legs were becoming so weak that she was having trouble standing but I told her that if she fell I would not fuck her. She was so desperate for my dick that she found the strength to stand there and be pleasantly tortured.

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As my tongue moved closer to her pussy she tensed up in anticipation of what was to come. While she was so focused on the deliciousness of my tongue meeting her clit, I surprised her by putting a finger in her tight ass while leaving my two fingers in her pussy. I finger fucked her as her knees began to buckle. She began to thrust her pussy onto my fingers like a wild woman. When she was about to reach an orgasm I removed my fingers from her pussy and slipped my tongue between her lips. “YYYEEESSSSSSSS Daddy, YESSSSSSS!!” She moaned. I gently licked and flicked my tongue on her clit sending electric shockwaves through her. She screamed out from the goodness of it all. I slipped yet another finger in her ass as she lifted one of her legs over my shoulder and rested her foot on top of my head to give me better access to her clit. I lavished her clit with my exquisite tongue and she purred like a cat. Her pussy tasted like honey as I swallowed her juices. She was delicious. I had given in to the adultery.

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 We came to a stop at a stoplight and the man in the car next to us looked up at her and saw the sexy look on her face and heard her cries of pleasure. He was unable to see me through the tinted windows so he stared back at her as as I intentionally made her moan louder. She looked him in his eyes with her smoky bedroom eyes as I continued to pleasure her and I could see the lust well up in his eyes. We drove off as I diligently made erotic strokes with my tongue on her clit. She looked up at the stars and cried out as I brought her to a divine climax. I feel her clit throbbing in my mouth and I moved my fingers in and out of her ass faster and faster as I stuck my tongue in her pussy bringing her to another climax and another still. By this time she was screaming, YESSSSSSSS, YESSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSS!!

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While her multi orgasmic pleasure continued I joined her in the sunroof and pulled out my dick and rubbed it up against her ass. I began to kiss the back of her neck very passionately as she pressed her ass into my rock solid dick. With small orgasmic shockwaves still shooting through her body, she began to grind her ass on my dick until I could feel the pre-cum release from it. I took my hands and spread her cheeks wide as I entered her ass with my throbbing manhood. I let out a low guttural moan as I leaned forward a little burying my face in her hair and she lifted her ass allowing me deeper access into it. I got my cock only an inch or so in when I felt her ass tighten around it. I waited a minute allowing her ass to adjust to my cocks intrusion. When I could no longer take the wait I pulled back and thrust another inch into her slowly. She began to beg me to put it all the way in but I continued this slowly torturous pace until I felt my entire shaft in her ass. I was in heaven. Her ass was so tight and I was barely able to keep from cumming. I began to thrust in and out of her ass as we rode the streets standing in the sunroof. I was growling and moaning and whenever we stopped, people were staring, aware that we were fucking in the sunroof of the limo but I did not care to hide it, in fact being watched turned me on more. I had given in to the adultery.

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She  leaned forward a little and started to lift her ass up and down and up and down on my dick, hard and fast. I was reeling from the tightness of her ass my and dick was ready to explode. My balls filled with the cum that was denied release earlier and I was ready to shoot my sperm into her hot tight ass. I begin to thrust harder and deeper into her like a dog fucking his bitch....."Fuck me daddy!! Ooooh.... fuck me like the slut that I am" she said making my shaft fill and expand stretching her ass to it's limits. She leaned her head back looking up into the night sky and when the first shot of cum fired into her ass like a bullet, I let out a wolf-like howl. "OOhhhhhh yes daddy... give this little slut your cum. I want it all baby!!"  she screamed. I continued thrusting in her ass as her hole milked my cock for all of it's cum. I was standing there releasing my cum into another womans ass, I had fully betrayed my wife and kids.

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When I was done shooting my cum into her ass to my surprise I found that my dick was still hard, I wanted her pussy and I wanted it badly. I hated myself and her for what she was making me do but I couldn’t stop this downward spiral. I pulled her back into the limo and leaned her over the seat with her face in the rear window. She was on all fours with her pussy aimed at my massive dick. Using no gentleness, I rammed my dick into her pussy fucking her doggy style. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders pulling her to me with each thrust as I used my dick like a battering ram in her pussy. I was completely out of control behaving like wild untamed beast as I fucked her with every ounce of anger I could muster. She began screaming as I fucked her hard and rough almost like a rape. I said "Scream bitch...scream like the whore you are" and she let out a scream from somewhere in her soul. This made my dick ache with the desire to fill her pussy with my seed. "Fuck me good daddy. Nobody has ever fucked me like you baby...mmmm.... give it to me good" she screamed. The more she screamed the more I rape fucked her showing no mercy. It felt so good that I was losing it and she kept screaming "fuck me like a dog baby... aaaaaahhhhhhh..... this dick is so good!!!

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I feel her clit begin its throbs as an orgasm suddenly took over her. Her toes curled, my legs stiffened and my cock almost ached as I growled like an angry dog over and over again. She purred like a wild cat as her orgasmic release intensified and my non stop pounding brought her to a multi orgasmic frenzy. I continued humping like an animal banging her pussy with no mercy. She came so much that she began to get dizzy and almost pass out. She told me that she could take it anymore and I told me to shut her little slut ass up. My anger was boiling over as I thought of how good the fucking felt and how she made me cheat on my wife. I hated her. I pulled her hair yanking her head back as I held her hair like horse reigns and used it as leverage as I fucked her so hard that I exploded in an earth shattering orgasm causing the cum I shot out to fill her pussy and SQUIRT from her pussy and back onto my dick and down her legs.

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This turned her on so much that her pussy erupted in another orgasm. I could feel her pussy contracting and tightening on my dick bringing me to yet another devastating orgasm before I was through with the first one. That had never happened to me before and I was growling and grunting like a mad beast angry with her for bringing this primal behavior out of me. Her pussy was making me cum again and again and again as the cum continued to move through my pulsating dick at the speed of light. I was filling her cunt with seed that should have only been in my wife. My anger was overwhelming as I thrust so hard and deep into her trying to break her womb.

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My rage grew and grew with each orgasm when suddenly my body became tight and I was unable to move. My muscles ached to move, my heart was racing rapidly and a fire began building in my balls in the midst of the other orgasms. I held my breath in anticipation just as my dick allowed the most massive orgasm to burst forth releasing my jizsm into her juicy pussy. My body involuntarily jerked and thrust quickly getting it all out filling her as my cum ran out of her pussy and down the back of her legs and the front of mine. A low deadly roar erupted from deep within my chest as my balls ached to get all of the cum out. My muscles spasmed as my cum shot into her pussy slamming into her walls and ricocheting back onto my dick. With each load being released my body forced a thrust into her pussy as I stood helpless to do anything but cum. I grunted and grunted as my body and slowly my mind began to give way to the feelings that had taken over me. When I had nothing more to release my anger finally subsided and my dick softened and slipped out of her pussy.  I fell back into the opposite seat completely spent.

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Out of breath I decided that I wanted to know the first name of the slut who just ruined my marriage. I asked her her name and she told me Amber. She offered me her number which I grudgingly took. I could not refuse her yet I hated her so much. Sitting there staring at her as she dressed herself I began to get hard again. I couldn’t get enough of her. Pussy got while cheating was better than anything I had ever felt in my life. I see why so many people did it. This whore had brought out the worst in me. The realization of what I had just done rocked me to the core especially when faced remembering that I fucked this slut’s cunt raw (with no protection). My seed now ran through her, seed that should be in another woman. She could be carrying my child if not now very shortly. I could feel my rage boiling again and my dick was ready to punish her some more but I knew if I touched her at that moment I would hurt her. I needed to put a stop to it for her own good as much as that went against everything I desired.

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As soon as we get into town I opened the door and let her out on a corner. She wasn't even completely dressed yet but I didn’t care. For her own safety I needed to put as much distance between me and her as possible as quickly as possible. I hated her. I told the driver to drive off leaving her standing there on the corner looking like a freshly fucked hooker. I hated Amber Lawson, but I loved fucking her. I wished I had never met her but I'm glad I did. Something in me had snapped and I knew that I could never be faithful again. Pussy that good had me hooked. I knew I would look Amber up again soon because I needed more of that. I was addicted!Â

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 I went to the privacy window and slipped the driver two hundred dollar bills. He knew it was silence money and he greedily accepted. I sat in the back of the limo desperately waiting for the moment when I could fuck this stranger again. And I would...

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Sue's mum finds out and then !!!!

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About a year ago I was walking home and a car pulled up beside me and the female driver addressed me by name and asked if I would like lift home.


 

 

She looked about 30 but was obviously older. I later found out she was pregnant at 18. She introduced herself as the mother of a girl I knew. I accepted the invitation as it was snowing, but I did have reservations though as I had been having sex with her daughter, and she had never met me.


 

 

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She informed me she was aware of my relationship with her daughter and was concerned that I was having unprotected sex with her. Amongst the other things she informed me of she asked if I were aware of my responsibilities should she become pregnant, and told me I had to stop seeing her. She said she was too young and inexperienced to be doing what we were doing. (Sue was 16).


 

 

I was a little taken back at the conversation – I had no idea she was the girls mother until then – and it was obvious she and her daughter had been having some revealing conversations. She was well informed of what we had been doing, and that her daughter and I had been having sex for over a month.


 

 

It turned out her period was late and she was concerned and after two days told her mother and all was revealed. Luckily for both of us she wasn’t.


 

 

I could not deny the fact the two of us had been having sex after school at my place but I wasn’t going to go into the intimate details of what we did and how often I did it with her. She seemed to think it had only been a casual affair and we had only had sex a couple of times. That was far from the truth and a couple of times would have been more accurate had she said ‘every day.’  Both of us had had a previous experience which we had found out was unsatisfactory for both of us. Her first and only experience before me was short and fast – he came within a minute or two and she had hardly recovered from having her virginity removed when he came and that was it – it happened so fast she had no idea what sex was actually like, but had lost her virginity in the process. Nearly all the girls at school who had also lost their virginity had all had wonderful experiences she said.


 

 

My first attempt was with an older girl and I came too fast and she never had an orgasm and blamed me.

 

 

Sue and I soon educated  ourselves one afternoon when we watched some porn and then practiced what we saw in various ways. We both realised how much fun good sex can be and she had equalled or bettered her school friends experiences in one afternoon.


 

 

To get to my place she had to drive past where she lived, and she said she wanted to discuss this further and she wanted me to come inside and talk about it. In particular she was concerned about her daughter becoming pregnant. She said do you realise what can happen when you ejaculate into her – she can get pregnant. It was then she informed me what happened to her was not going to happen to Sue and explained her early pregnancy – which resulted in Sue being born.


 

 

I was reluctant, but seeing she was concerned about her becoming pregnant I thought I had better discuss it with her. I had been led to believe she was already on oral contraception – it seems her mother had no idea, or that she was telling me lies. I didn’t know for sure she was, but as we had been having sex for almost two months and we survived the first month without her getting pregnant so I assumed she was telling me the truth. This months period was already late and that was unusual when you are on the pill.


 

 

When we got inside there was no sign of her daughter and her mother and I sat down in the lounge and she started firing questions at me about my previous relationships and experience with girls. I tried to be as honest as I could without getting Sue into the shit because I realised she had not been telling her mother the whole story.


 

 

I said I had been led to believe Sue was using oral contraception. The first time we had sex I ejaculated into her as she said she was safe. After that I never hesitated and always ejaculated into her. The first month she had her period on time so I had no cause to doubt her word.


 

 

Then her mother said we will soon see about that  and she took me up to Sues bedroom and said we are going to see if we can find them – I want to be sure she is either using the pill or telling me lies.


 

 

I was a bit upset that the two of us were going to Sues bedroom and searching her room.

I had never been in her room before – all our sex had been at my place. Fortunately the first place she looked was in Sue’s bedside table and she found the pills and unfortunately a vibrator - she obviously used to masturbate with.


 

 

Her mother took one look at it and said I wonder what else she is not telling me and put everything back.

 

 

I was fascinated – I had no idea she used a vibrator – I knew she masturbated because we had both done it to ourselves and shown each other how we did it, and then performed it on each other. One of the many, many things we had done together. Then she found a few photos of Sue naked with her shaved pussy. There were other girls in the photo as well.


 

 

Her mother said well I am shocked and I am sure these girls mothers don’t realise what they have done to themselves. What a load of tramps they all are.


 

 

I said I think we have found out all we need to know – then she put everything back and said forget we have been here.


 

 

I said I am sure Sue would be very upset if she knew what we had done.


 

 

Upset she said – she really has some explaining to do. Fortunately none of the photos I have of her nude and us fucking and her sucking my cock were there – they are all at my place. Sue now has a shape of hair and is not a smoothie because I don’t like bald girls. When I met her was bald but she let her hair grow and we have trimmed and shaped it now.


 

 

When we went back down stairs her mother said I want to see what is so fascinating to Sue – show me what you have been using in her, undo your belt and show me your penis.


 

 

I said no way – hell you have put me through hell talking about Sue and me and now you want me to strip off and show you my penis – that’s not on.


 

 

Then I report your actions to your parents and I will forbid you to see Sue again ever.


 

 

I said well what happens if I do show you – she smiled and said nothing changes – you and Sue can continue to see each other - but no sex. Where do you do it in your car?


 

 

I said we have never done it in a car – only in my bedroom.


 

 

Come on - let me see it she said and I reluctantly undid my belt and in view of the situation I was anything but aroused and my cock hung slack between my legs. I am fairly well endowed for 17 – I have a seven inch cock and its reasonably thick. I am hoping it may get bigger before I am 18 and it doesn’t grow any more I believe.


 

 

Her mother came toward me and she put her hand around my cock and said well I am happy that Sue is getting serviced by something reasonable. Not some scrawny young 6 inch piece of nothing. You are well endowed for 17 and as she held me she squeezed my cock and it began to harden. I hope this doesn’t hurt her.


 

 

I said she has never complained.


 

 

Were you her first lover she asked.


 

 

I said you had better ask her that.


 

 

She said you just answered that – you would be boasting if you were. That is something else I will have to clear up.


 


She was holding my cock in her hand and looking at my circumcision. I am glad you are cut she said.  

 

 

I stood there wondering what this woman was all about – she had chastised me for having sex with her daughter and now she was playing with my cock. I couldn’t help it and I firmed up to my full potential and she held my hard staff of 7 inches and then did something I had never even dreamed of – she got down and took my cock into her mouth. I was shocked. Sue  had done that to me and I wanted to return the favour for her but she was a bit too shy to let me give her oral – because we always had sex first she had cum in her cunt and  was too shy to let me go down on her like that. I had promised her one day I would do it for her before we had sex but sex was our main concern and were always in a hurry to start it and we always fucked before anything else.


 

 

She continued to suck me and I was a bit concerned but didn’t want to say anything, she said I see you are not complaining – you are enjoying it aren’t you. I was really enjoying it and she was giving me a wonderful sensation. I hadnt noticed but as she was sucking on my cock she had undone her blouse. Then I noticed her put her hand behind her back and unclip her bra and the next thing I knew she had my cock out of her mouth and between her two beautiful tits – I was titty fucking for the first time – Sues tits are still pretty young and firm and I doubt she could do what her mother was doing with my cock.


 

 

She looked up at me and said now that’s nice isn’t it – Does Sue do that for you.


 

 

I just shook my head – I was speechless and she was rubbing my cock between her tits and I looked down to see he glans of my cock peeping out from between her tits – it looked great.


 

 

She stood up and said take all your clothes off now – I want to see you naked.  She had me exactly where she wanted me and I was so embarrassed but did what I was told..


 

 

As I was doing that so was she and we both ended up naked, and looking at each other. For a woman of 35 she was in good shape. Not that I had anyone else to compare her too except the porn pics of other women.


 

 

Now she said you are going to show me what you and Sue do together – she is not the only one of us that has a liking for young men. I knew she was divorced – Sue and her lived alone and Sue had told me that they had broken up, but not why. I think I could see what the reason was – she liked young men and she had been caught out by her husband – well that’s what I imagined which I learned later was true. Her husband had caught her with a 16yo boy having sex together, and had been for a while it seems.


 

 

Any how she came to me and said I am not going to kiss you – that is something you and Sue can share alone. I do want you to fuck me though. I haven’t had sex for months and when I found out about you and Sue I knew I was going to relapse and knowing you were doing it to Sue decided I would have it with you as well. You will be a lucky boy – not many boys get a chance to have sex with a mother and daughter. It will be interesting for you to compare us.

She got onto her bed and I got down on op of her and she spread her legs and I saw her pink cunt. It really wasn’t much bigger than Sues, but she was hairy.


 

 

She said how do I look – I hope you like me.


 

 

I said I would prefer less hair but I can handle it.


 

 

She said next time there will be a lot less – I can do it any way you like.


 

 

I said anything but smooth – I like a girl to show some hair. (I could not believe I was being so frank with a woman of her age).


 

 

She said what is Sue like.


 

 

I said beautiful. I love the way she has it.


 

 

Should I do it the same she said.


 

 

I said No you do it differently, I think you would look good with a small patch or a strip.


 

 

That’s funny she said – the first boy wanted me to have a strip – he had never seen anything else other than a full bush until I shaved it for him, right in front of him. He actually masturbated and came from watching me.


 

 

I had entered her and was beginning to fuck her and she was enjoying it I could tell.


 

 

She said what do you like Sue doing – .


 

 

I said I don’t want to talk about Sue when I am with you.


 

 

She said well I will show you a few of my tricks and see if they are as good as Sues.

 

Sue and I only ever fucked missionary and doggy and cowgirl.

 

Over half an hour passed and I had done all three with her and a few more as well – she loved having my cock inside her in different ways.

 

I couldn’t believe that I was actually fucking Sues mother when I could have been fucking Sue. One thing that was different was her tits, they are bigger than Sue and they shake and wobble when I am fucking her hard, I loved looking down and see them shaking and bouncing about as I was fucking her.


 

 

She saw me looking and said go on suck on one. They are bigger than Sues and I bet you have sucked on hers.


 

 

I had  - and I did - get down on her and lick and suck and pull on both her nipples, it was great fun playing with them as I fucked her.


 

 

Then she said does Sue cum when you fuck her.


 

 

I said sometimes yes and sometimes no.


 

 

Do you cum every time you fuck her.


 

 

Yes – without fail.


 

 

I hope you are going to make me cum – it would be nice to know you have made the both of us cum.


 

 

I said I always believe a girl has to make herself cum – , she doesn’t if she doesn’t want to  I have heard.


 

 

Well that’s pretty true but a good guy can always get a girl to cum I have found. I am going to make sure I cum with you. I just hope you can last long enough.


 

 

After that we stopped talking and I got down to really fucking her missionary. We both were working on getting the most out our fuck. She was working her bum and cheeks hard and squeezing her cunt around my cock and I was shagging her hard and fast. It was just like I do it with Sue sometimes.


 

 

We had been fucking pretty hard for only about 5 more minutes when she said – fucking hell you have done it I am almost there  - slowly, now  slowly…. Slowly……keep it in deep ……and slowly……….. and then – Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh     shiiiiiiiiii       ttttttttt I am cumming, fucking hell I’m cumming……………. I’m cumming and I could feel her tensing her cunt muscles tightly around my cock and her legs were squeezing me and it felt fantastic, she was ramming her cunt up onto my cock hard now as she really worked her clit over me. Knowing she was cumming and I had made her do it. She grunted about four or five times and looked up at me and said – you were magnificent – now have your fun in me and she lay back and let me really fuck her hard. I loved the look of her tits shaking each time I went into her hard. I just watched them and fucked her as hard as I could. It took me another few minutes and the sound of me slapping into her could be heard all over the house – I was really getting stuck into her and then I came – grunt and spurt ---grunt and a second spurt -----and another grunt -----and I was till spurting into her. I think I came five times into her – I know it was more than I usually do although I have done it a lot in Sue at times.


 

 

After I finished cumming I lay on top of her for a minute or so and then she said it just slipped out – hop off now.


 

 

I got up and stood over her lying there and my cum was still dripping out of my cock.  I leant over and squeezed the last drops out onto her tits. She smiled ay me and said you are a little pro aren’t you then rubbed my cum into her nipples with her fingers and said later on I might get you to lick it off – does Sue do that.


 

 

I said no – I don’t cum on Sue just inside her.


 

 

Well she said now you have fucked mother and daughter – I wont ask you who is the best fuck – I can tell from the way you do it  - you don’t care – you just enjoy a good fuck with a good woman. I hope you realise that this wont be the last time we do it, now we have started we are going to keep it going. The only thing is Sue must never find out  - if I hear she knows about us – its all over over for you – neither her or I will be fucking you again ever.


 

 

Saturday afternoons are going to be busy for you while she plays hockey. She will be running around hitting a puck and you will be here fucking, not pucking. I just hope you have enough energy for Sue that night.


 

 

I said I will worry about that when the time comes.


 

 

We both got up and said come on lets clean up and we both went to the bathroom and we cleaned ourselves up.

 

 

We dressed and said to me – I really enjoyed that – sorry I had to go through all that rough stuff about you and Sue but I wanted you to know about you and her before us.


 

 

From now on I wont mention Sue and you and sex – you just enjoy it with both of us – I am sure we are both different and you will enjoy us both.


 

 

I fucked them both for about 3 months before Sue found out – that was rugged and I thought it was all over. The day she found out was hell. She arrived at my place howling her eyes out and yelling at me – just as well nobody else was home.


 

That ended up in a real howling argument and screaming match about me fucking her mother, and then her, all in the same day.  She was really dirty with me but couldn’t help herself. We yelled and screamed at each other and punched me wherever she could - then she burst into tears again and threw her arms around me and told me she loved me…… within minutes we were having sex again, she couldn’t help herself, and I didn’t mind at all. It was all so fast we hardly got our pants down. After we had both cum we just hugged and kissed each other and she said she was sorry and loved me. I told her I loved her too. We lay there together for ages – just hugging and kissing and not even fucking.


 

 

She and her mother it seems had had a similar argument and both said the other had to stop and neither would agree to.


 

 

In the end – to pacify sue I promised I would not sleep with her mother again. This was a promise I knew I would break.


 

 

The next time I fucked her mother was not a happy time – we argued while we fucked and neither of us could cum and we fucked for half an hour or more. We didn’t yell and scream but argued and neither of us would give in. I wanted to stop it with her and stay with Sue. Her argument was if I stopped it with her - it would be with Sue too. Either I had them both or not at all. I was in no mans land – I was happy to go with them both but had promised Sue I wouldn’t fuck her mother again.


 

 

I managed to keep the two of the separate for over a month and her mother knew I was fucking Sue, but Sue didn’t know I was fucking her mother as well.


 

 

I didn’t know how she found out, but once Sue found out I was convinced it would end – she refused to see me for over a week.

I still fucked her mother during that week but she knew my heart wasn’t in it.

 

 

I stopped seeing them both after that – and looked for another girl.


 

 

About three weeks later Sue and her mother it seemed had patched it up. Her mother pulled up next to me in the car and Sue who was in the back seat, told me to get in.

We went to their place and we talked and talked. They had decided what was going to happen and I had to agree. I could sleep with them both, they could live with that and so could I.  I could not sleep with her mother if Sue was in the house.  If Sue and I were fucking we had to close the door and she wouldn’t disturb us. That was fine by me.


 

 

The rules were laid out but didn’t last very long. The experience I had with each of them was not to be discussed between us. I didn’t talk to Sue about her mother and her mother was not to discuss my relationship with Sue.

Sue always wanted to know when I had fucked her mother though, and I always told her and that kept her happy.


 

 

One weekend her mother was going away and I arranged to sleep over with Sue at their place. Her mother was quite happy for us to do that and I had arranged with a mate to say I was sleeping at his place after a party.


 

 

Her mother came home early Sunday while Sue and I were actually having oral sex.

For some reason we didn’t mind when she came in while I was performing oral on Sue.


 

 

When we were finished she said she wanted to talk to both of us.


 

 

Things were and had been quite different between us all since the big reunion – they both knew when I was or had been with the other. On occasions they organised between them when I spent time with each one – the animosity was all over.


 

 

Her mother made a suggestion and Sue and I had a discussion about her proposition and we agreed. It took time to adjust but we did and had some fun in doing so.


 

 

From then on it was not unusual for the three of us to be in bed together – Sue and her mother never had a sexual relationship or sexual contact with each other in the beginning but I could engage with both of them at the same time. It was strange at first when I could be fucking one and having oral sex with the other one. It created some interesting times when one of us came while the other one was still going.  At first it was a bit awkward until we all realised it was great fun and the two of them soon accepted the fact some physical contact was acceptable between them but it never developed into full blown sex. They never had oral sex together, but occasionally their finger found an opening. I have no idea what constitutes incest but I was going to care - they enjoyed it and I was happy.


 

 

That was almost year ago now and we are all together still – Jan (Sues mother) has taken on a gym contract and has tightened up physically and visually and lost a bit of weight. They look more like sisters now than mum and daughter. I cannot believe how close they are now. We spend a lot of time together naked now and there are no hang-ups when I am having sex with either, and it can all happen openly and no closed doors.


 

 

Nobody knows I fuck both mum and daughter and I never want it known. Sue makes no secret about the fact she and I are lovers but I think every one of our friends realised that anyhow. Most of them sleep together.


 

 

I love Sue and really like her mother – she is something else – knowing and allowing Sue and I to sleep together at our ages in the beginning then becoming involved with me and then the three of us makes her somebody special. Sue and Jan are very close now and have no problems with sharing me sexually while Sue actually loves me. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for both of them but I would crawl over hot coals to get to Sue – She is an amazing woman.


 

Keeping It In The Family Pt. 1

Lizzie on Cheating Stories

Keeping It In The Family Pt. 1

Katherine Ridgedell pretended to listen attentively to her husband as he discussed his nephew’s pending visit. “Katherine, Philippe is a young boy, and I will be away at the medical conference in Washington State for the first week of his visit, so it will be up to you to keep him occupied.” “You know how they are at that age; please keep him out of mischief.” Katherine responded with her standard “Yes, of course Malcolm” she had been using for all of the 13 years of their married life. After that lengthy dissertation regarding Philippe, Dr. Malcolm Mich

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ael Ridgedell III got up and excused himself to go pack for his much anticipated trip. Upon his exit, Katherine breathed a sigh of relief. “Two whole weeks without Dr. Pompous, she said aloud to herself.” It had not been that way in the beginning, Katherine genuinely loved Malcolm when they had married, but Malcolm’s first love would always be his medical career. They started to drift apart shortly after their 3rd anniversary, as his career accelerated. Katherine would not dare to complain, along with success, came more money, expensive cars, clothes and homes. Her empty marriage was always supplemented with material possessions, servants and trips. Malcolm may have not been attentive to his wife, but he always treated her like his most treasured possession in public. He always insisted she accompany him to all his business functions, encouraged her to dress provocatively, showcasing her shapely figure and ample breasts. When Malcolm had finished packing, Katherine drove him to the airport as she usually did. He insisted to be dropped off so she could get to her appointment at the salon. He kissed her on the check, grabbed his bags and disappeared into the airport terminal. Katherine arrived at the salon for her weekly treatment, manicure, pedicure, bikini wax, massage and sauna. If she was fortunate enough, she had the sauna to herself on the weekday mornings. She sat all alone on a long bench with her eyes closed, enjoying her solitude. Katherine removed the oversized terrycloth towel she was wearing and spread it out on the long bench seat in the sauna. She lay down on her back, with her legs on either side of the wooden bench. Katherine took deep breaths as she lay there. Katherine’s right hand traveled up to her cleavage and she began to cresses the area between her breasts. Her hand soon traveled over to her left breast and in no time at all, her nipple was erect from the touching. Katherine’s hand traveled down past her navel, stopping just above her pubic area. She caressed that area in a back and forth motion, just then she heard to door to the sauna open. “Mrs. Ridgedell, are you ready for your manicure?” It was, Corinne who came to retrieve her for the appointment. Katherine propped herself up on her elbows to acknowledge Corinne’s presence. Corinne stood in the doorway eyeing Katherine’s nude body as she lay there spread eagle on the bench. Katherine made no effort to cover herself, she was proud of her body and took advantage of every opportunity to display it, as she sat up; Katherine spread her legs a little farther apart to give Corinne a better look at her manicured pubic area and smooth hairless labia. A few hours later she arrived home, the housekeeper was still there, inquiring if Katherine wanted her to prepare dinner. Katherine declined and told her she could go home early if she liked. Katherine went up to her bedroom and headed straight to her dressing room. She began to take her clothes off slowly, watching herself from every angle in the mirrors that surrounded her. She unbuttoned her silk purple midi blouse and let it fall to the floor, then she unzipped her short black leather skirt, it too joined the blouse on the floor. Katherine reached up and unhooked her red strapless bra in the front, it also landed in the pile of clothes gathering on the rug. Katherine looked in the mirror and assessed what see saw. Her curly hair was jet black and was just a little past her shoulders, although she was rapidly approaching 33, her round 34D tits still looked fantastic with her dark nipples, nearly a ½ inch long when erect. Her waist measured 25” inches around, but her stomach was flat and rock hard. Thanks to working out everyday. She could see her perky ass in the back mirror, the red thong panties proudly displaying it. Katherine watched as her hand traveled down into the front of her thong panties and she began to cresses her smooth lips. She spread her legs wider to accommodate her probing fingers. Her left hand unsnapped her panties on each side and pulled them away leaving her nude except for her heels. She said down on an ottoman and began to finger herself and rub her clit. When Katherine was fully excited, her clit looked like a miniature penis when it was erect. She loved to have it rubbed and sucked; it was much more enjoyable than intercourse to her. In no time at all she was reaching a climax, her hips began to thrust forward and her wet cunt squeezing her fingers. Katherine awoke from her nap at 4PM. She called to confirm her hotel reservations in the nearby city, a 1 hour drive away. Katherine began having discreet little encounters about 8 years ago, using a credit card in her maiden name. She really didn’t count it as cheating; she used an escort service that took credit cards and the bill was sent to a P. O. Box. Besides, she would usually ask for a guy and a girl. The guy arriving first and the girl and hour and ½ later, she would not have intercourse with the guy he would just perform oral sex on her and leave. She insisted that both her “escorts” be young and extremely good looking, he with a large penis, the girl w/ample breasts and a shaved pussy. Katherine arrived at the hotel around 7:30PM and checked in. She went up to her room, unpacked, and ordered 2 bottles of expensive champagne brought up to her room. She showered and put on a flowing long dark blue satin negligee, nicely displaying her tits. Her first date arrived promptly at 9PM. As requested, he was about 19 or 20 and very handsome. While they sipped their champagne, she outlined what she expected of him. After the second glass, he began to strip off his clothes, very slowly as asked, while Katherine watched and sipped her drink. When he was totally nude, Katherine finished her drink, stood up and walked over to him. She began to cresses his limp cock until it sprang to life. When he was semi-erect, he pulled her negligee down over her shoulders exposing her tits; he began to suckle each one, making her nipples pucker and stand up like bullets. He then pulled her gown down over her hips, exposing her pussy. He began to lick her smooth lips putting his tongue in her slit and slowly working in to her clit. His nose was buried in her perfumed pubic hair triangle. In no time at all, he was licking and sucking her clit. Katherine came in no time lying down on the bed to catch her breath. She then took a tube of lubricant from the nightstand drawer, and put a large amount on his stiff tool. Katherine rubbed his thick hard shaft until he exploded all over her tits. Katherine tipped him $50.00 before sending him on his way. That gave her enough time to shower and get ready for her next date. Katherine put on heels and a short black lace robe and left it untied. Her next date showed up promptly at 10:30PM as planned, she too was just what Katherine ordered; young, pretty and well endowed. Katherine poured them both a drink; they both sat on the bed and talked for a few minutes. Katherine’s open robe left little to the imagination the girl caught quite a few glimpses of Katherine’s breasts and closely cropped snatch. After finishing her drink, the girl stripped down and Katherine removed her lace robe. Katherine began to caresses and explore the girls ripe young body; sucking and rubbing her tits. Katherine instructed her date to lye on the bed and spread her legs wide. Katherine began to explore her sweet shaved pussy, gently rubbing her smooth soft labia before pulling them apart to rub her clit. Katherine slowly began to rub her clit and the girl began to moan softly. Katherine started to lick and suck her clit, a few minutes later she came, lying out of breath on her back.

 PART TWO SOON!!

Senior Year: A Day at the Fair With Devin & Julia, pt. 1

JackntheBox on Cheating Stories

Okay…

 

So I’ve been a little blocked lately. Haven’t written much.

 

All the big guys, the published novelists whose advice I’ve read say it pays to keep on working. Don’t worry about the block, don’t worry about that blank sheet of snowy white paper (or that blank computer screen and that flashing, mocking little curso

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r), just keep pounding out pages – one or three or five a day until you drop or you finish that short story, or that novel, or whatever.

 

Seems like sound advice.

 

So I dove in and tried working on that novel – as clichéd as it sounds – but haven’t made much headway beyond the odd character or two, some snatches of dialog and a bit of the plot: something about an ex-heroin addict art dealer/failed painter who’s wife murdered his ex-girlfriend from college – his artistic inspiration, his muse – to snag him for herself. I’ve managed to write a sort-of synopsis of about five pages in a dog-eared notebook that I left on my dining room table, and which has recently – and mysteriously - disappeared.

 

It’s been a little frustrating, having no inspiration. I felt like my own muse (such as it was) had suddenly dried up, got pissed off and left the building; or maybe was killed by my girlfriend, just like the poor schlep in my sort-of novel, as some sort of crazy punishment for my writing these sex stories about my life…

 

I felt drugged, sedated – listless, barren of ideas; the thought of writing another story about dicks and tits and ass was about as exciting as anticipating the sheer joy of a big old hangover after a long, weekend bender.

 

And then we – my girlfriend and I – went out to dinner with her brother and his wife to celebrate their daughters tenth birthday. I probably shouldn’t use anybody’s real name, since you never know who’s going to eventually read this.

 

So let’s call my girlfriend Diana, and her brother can be Hubby, and his wife… Oh, let’s call her Julia.

 

Ah, Julia.

 

It was just a nice, quiet dinner at their daughter’s favorite place: a local rib joint. We’ve gone out with them lots of times before. I wasn’t expecting to be inspired, or anything. But then, sitting across the table from the beautiful woman who, after the last eleven years, may as well be my sister-in-law…

 

Well…

 

My muse suddenly seems to have returned.

 

***

 

So here’s the deal: If you’ve been following along with my stories, you may have noticed a goofy, reoccurring theme in my writing – a theme that even I hadn’t fully realized until only recently, when my girlfriend somehow got the idea that I was cheating on her and decided to snoop around a little.

 

Amateur sleuth that she is, Diana booted up my computer and read most of my stories. Afterwards, during the ensuing argument(s) about who was it and why was I and just who the fuck was it and how could you do this (and so on), she pulled out the story ammo and fired a chunk of it straight back at me, not so nicely pointing out that I seemed to want to fuck her brother’s wife.

 

Oh, I said. Well, I said.

 

Ouch.

 

There was more like that; a lot of vague sputtering and apologizing on my part. None of it did much good; I was caught, like a fish on a hook. I did what I did, and I was found out, fair and square. I can’t deny the fact that the whole confrontation was embarrassing and what I did was hurtful and I felt like a shit-heel, even though – truthfully – I really didn’t actually do anything with anyone except via email, which regretfully is close enough to cheating for a lot of bad feelings to surface.

 

 

* If you’ll indulge me, here’s a little side note, a tidbit regarding the psychology of a woman who suspects her significant other of having an affair. Something I noticed and I find quite interesting, regarding my girlfriend’s reaction:

 

After she read my anonymous emails and some of my stories - several that are published here - the thing that most upset her wasn’t the fact that I’d lost my virginity to my aunt when I was five.

 

Or that I’d been bound and anally gang-raped by my freaky transgender high school French teacher and her gay friends during a Halloween party my senior year.

 

Or that I’d kept seeing her and one of her friends for several years after.

 

Or that I’d tried to kill an old friend and the creep he’d fallen in with while in prison, who had kidnapped and raped a girl who was an employee of mine, who I’d slept with once.

 

Or that my film career began as a porno director and sometime star…

 

And so on and so forth…

 

No – the thing that upset her, that almost ripped our relationship apart, was that I might – might – be having an affair.

 

I don’t really know what this means, other than she was pissed that I was e-fucking somebody – and therefore in her mind I was probably sleeping with them in real life too. Which – granted – is a completely valid concern, and I openly admit that I sent and read and enjoyed the dirty emails. So basically she was right, and I was cheating. Mentally, at least.

 

But you’d think the other stuff would have at least bothered her a little more than it seemed to.

 

Right?

 

Anyway. Back to the story in progress…

 

 

Now, my infatuation with Diana’s sister-in-law was supposed to be a completely private fantasy. I’ve had the hots for Julia for years and frankly, I don’t really know why. She’s awfully moody: one minute she’s nice and sweet and fun and a kick to be around; then turn around and she acts like she doesn’t know you – or worse, if you aren’t lucky. Her mood swings seemed to get worse after she had her kids.

 

Julia’s quite attractive, I think, in an interesting sort of way: She’s got strong, bone-sharp facial features, an aristocratic bearing with a long, graceful neck and small, well-formed hands and feet; bluish-green eyes, and a light, Nordic complexion; jaw-length, bobbed straw-blonde hair (that’s currently tinted slightly red – which is another big turn-on for me). She’s shaped a bit like a pear, with a little tiny waist and huge, cannonball size breasts; with wide hips and a big, round, bubble ass – she reminds me of a woman in some Renaissance painting.

 

Her weight fluctuates a lot, up and down with her moods. She’ll work out with a personal trainer, start getting into shape. Then she’ll binge eat and pack on the pounds. Right now she’s on an upswing. She’s stopped wearing her skinny clothes. Now it’s lots of baggy sweaters, and pleated slacks instead of jeans. Lots of black clothes to help hide the weight.

 

On the plus side, her tits are suddenly f’n enormous right now; bigger than usual - like round, ripe cantaloupes, with cherries on top. All during dinner, I couldn’t stop staring. It was a crazy experience. I was horrified I was going to be noticed, get busted; that Diana would catch me peeking, or her brother, or – maybe the worst and most embarrassing scenario of all, that Julia would notice me staring.

 

But I couldn’t stop myself.

 

It was around a solid hour of: Stare at her tits, look away at the waitresses. Think: Oh my God they’re big! Stare at her tits, avoid hubby’s eyes. Think: Look at those f’n nipples! Stare at her tits, eat a soggy French-fry. Think: Lord, don’t let Diana see me looking…

 

And on and on like that.

 

So we’re all talking, gabbing about nothing specific - the usual innocuous family get-together chatter. About halfway through the meal Julia was telling me about this great recipe she had for ribs and how she should email it to me, when around us the subject of the conversation took a turn to summer vacations, and how wouldn’t it be fun for all of us to go on one together, when suddenly Julia turned to her husband and busted out with “You know, I’d like to go to the county fair this year.”

 

My girlfriend made some polite noises, along with everyone else listening in on the conversation, like: yeah, right. Hubby rolled his eyes. Nodded and chuckled, like: The fair. Okay honey. Sure. We’ll think about that.

 

He patted her on the back, said something like: Julia used to be a farm girl. Sometimes she misses the animals. Then he turned and went back to his food.

 

So Julia turned to me, looked me right in the eye, and asked, “What about you Dev? Want to go with me? Apparently my husband won’t.”

 

There was another round of polite chuckles from everyone at the table. Like, Oh, that Julia. What a kidder. What a comedienne. Always joking around. Ha-ha.

I’d have felt that way too. I would’ve laughed and blown off the comment just like everyone else.

 

Except while the waitresses brought out cake and everyone else turned their attention to the birthday girl, Julia kept looking at me. Staring intently. Never took her eyes off mine. Kept my gaze locked for a heartbeat.

 

And two.

 

And three.

 

Raised her eyebrows, like she was throwing down the gauntlet. A challenge, like: How about it Dev? You up for it? I am.

Frankly, I wasn’t sure if I was.

 

In the back of my mind, the common sense part of me, the angel on my shoulder, was screaming, this isn’t what you think it is! She’s not asking you for a date, you idiot! And then another part of me, that stupid devil guy part on my other shoulder, said, But what if she is? Wouldn’t this be the perfect time – it’s so blatant, nobody here would even suspect…

And it went on like that for a while, until finally the angel boiled the whole scenario down to: Why the hell do you want to go to a fair anyway? All those animals, poop and pee stink everywhere… With your allergies, you’ll sneeze your head off. And don’t even talk to me about the Porta-Potties…

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Eventually the evening came to a close. We packed up the leftovers and headed outside to the parking lot and our respective vehicles. The kids ran around, screaming, working off their collective sugar high. Everyone else said their goodbyes.

 

Julia gave me a quick hug; a chaste little pat on the back, while I was trying to hide my sudden boner and still enjoy the feel of her breasts pressed against my chest. I must’ve looked like a pre-teen kid at his first boy-girl dance: bent slightly forward at the waist, the crotch of my jeans stretched out like a tent, my ass backed as far away from her body as I could get it and still allow me to return the hug (Yes, yes. And to feel up the titties as well. Priority number one – always grab the opportunity to feel up the titties).

 

In retrospect, there was no way she couldn’t have noticed my hard-on; I may have well just dry-humped her leg for all the good my contortions were doing. It would’ve still been  as uncomfortable as all hell, but at least I would’ve had a little fun.

 

Into my ear she whispered, “Don’t forget about the fair, okay?”

Then she let me go, glanced down at my crotch, gave me a coy smile, and went to gather her kids.

 

***

 

Now, this is not without precedent. Here’s a little history:

 

A few years ago, we were all at another get-together, a big picnic at a local high-school soccer field on the Fourth of July. We tagged along with several of Julia/Hubby’s friends and neighbors. We ate (barbecue again!) and drank; played Frisbee with the kids; had a good time and generally made merry, passing time until the sun went down and the prerequisite firework show began.

 

The kids got antsy, gallons of soda hitting their nervous systems all at the same time; the sugary liquid running right through them. Julia took her daughter to the bathroom, left with a couple other women and their kids.

 

Diana and I got bored with the festivities, and, feeling antisocial, took a long walk around the field. As the sun was beginning to set, we ran into Julia, stuck about halfway through the Porta-Potty line, along with about a hundred other parents and their about-to-pee-my-pants kids.

 

She and her friends were chatting. Diana pointed and we waved. Julia and her daughter waved back. I smiled. Julia smiled back. We kept on walking. Her friends kept on chatting. We walked on by.

 

Julia kept on looking.

 

I felt eyes on my back, glanced over my shoulder.

 

Julia was still looking. At my ass.

 

And smiling.

 

Later, after the fireworks had ended and we were waiting for the drunken mob in the school parking lot to clear out, I was leaning on the fender of my car, standing around with Diana and Julia’s Hubby.

 

Chatting.

 

Julia standing just off to my left. Close enough to touch.

 

I could hear her breathing.

 

Diana and her brother got bored with the conversation, turned and tossed the Frisbee with the kids.

 

Julia said something to me that I didn’t quite catch, and patted my leg. At least I think she tried to pat my leg, because she missed.

 

She got my crotch instead. But she played it off, casual. Didn’t say a word.

 

Just smiled.

 

Then she got in the car and waited for her family, alone, until they all piled into their Saab and left.

 

I spent the ride home with a happy, warm, tingling hard-on, thinking about how lucky I was that Julia had misjudged her goodbye pat and missed my thigh, and wondering if she’d done it on purpose.

 

*

 

Remembering that Fourth of July got me thinking. Related memories came flooding back, like they do.

 

Every Wednesday was game night at their house. Diana and I tried to go as little as humanly possible, but we got roped in one night. Julia was already a little tipsy by the time we arrived. She had that slightly flushed look to her face when we got there, acting kind of breathless and sweaty and silly around her friends.

 

I really hadn’t wanted to go – Diana had to bribe me into it. Soon as Julia opened the door, my attitude changed. She’d had her second child not long before, but by that time she was in one of her monster work-out modes, had lost most of the weight she’d gained during her pregnancy, and looked fantastic: slim and fit, dressed in a black silk blouse that strained to cover her milk-heavy breasts, a lacy red wrap-around skirt, silk stockings, high heels that I imagined were really uncomfortable, but made her strong, muscular legs almost irresistible.

 

All I wanted to do was run my hands over them. Caress them softly, for hours and hours.

 

After a spirited round of air hockey, in which I fought hard to the end but lost – gracefully, I might add – to Hubby, I spent most of the evening just following Julia around, from room to room. Doing my best to be inconspicuous and failing miserably while I kept glancing her way.

 

I blamed my inability to appear discreet on the beer I kept sipping. Damn beer.

 

It got late. A few couples went home. Eventually everybody left – all the die-hard, alcoholics, er, gamers – ended up in the kitchen, standing at the counter or lounging at the table, drinking and eating chips and salsa. It didn’t take long for the conversation to shift to Julia’s last pregnancy, and Hubby made some drunken, off-hand comment about how “…Julia’s doctor said that she’s so fertile, she can get knocked up at the drop of a hat...”

 

Julia blushed heavily, and got really, really quiet; she stared down at her hands and picked nervously at the paper label on her drink bottle. Hubby never even noticed how badly he’d embarrassed her. He just kept on talking, as if she wasn’t even there. A few minutes later, she stood up and wandered off. Feeling natures call after all the beer I’d swigged, I excused myself and went looking for the restroom.

 

Hubby was making lots of money now, and their house was big and new, and I had only been there maybe once or twice. The only bathroom I knew of was upstairs, down the hall next to the master bedroom.

 

The muffled sound of drunken laughter followed me up, while my over-full bladder was desperately trying to send me warning signs. I found the bathroom, heard a noise from beyond the partially open door at the end of the hall.

 

Someone was crying, but trying hard to keep it under control.

 

I already knew who it was, but I crept closer, and peeked; carefully peered into the room. I couldn’t help myself. I’m a sucker for a crying woman.

 

Saw Julia, sitting on the edge of her bed, weeping. I must not have been as sneaky as I thought I was, because she stood abruptly and viciously wiped tears away from her swollen, red-rimmed eyes; smoothed her skirt down over her hips.

 

We stood there for what seemed like ages. Not moving. Not speaking. We just stood, staring at each other.

 

And then Julia did the strangest thing.

 

She reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. Slowly and carefully undid each tiny pearl button. Slipped the blouse off and let it fall to the carpet. Kept her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

 

Then she untied her skirt, and let it fall away. It whispered down her legs, pooled at her feet.

 

Time froze. I held my breath. Heard the pounding of my heart in my chest; heard the low roar of the blood burning in my ears.

 

She bent over and slipped off her shoes, her face still tilted upwards, eyes on mine. Her creamy-white breasts jiggled slightly, trapped in the cotton cups of her nursing bra. A small cross on a delicate silver necklace dangled, caught deep in the cleft between her breasts. She stood up slowly, ran her hands up her thighs to the waistband of her white, satin slip. Turned until her back was to me and pushed the clinging material down over her hips; bent again and pushed until the slip pooled on the floor with her skirt.

 

My tongue felt swollen and thick, stuck to the roof of my mouth. I couldn’t swallow. I couldn’t breathe. My entire world had narrowed to this; my view of Julia, very slowly and surely taking off her clothes in front of me.

 

She straightened and turned to me again, her hands loose at her sides. She brushed the last of her tears from her cheeks, shook her hair back. That image of her, with her tear-streaked face, clothed only in her bra, panties, and stockings, burned deep into my mind.

 

Julia raised her arms, cupped her breasts, and stepped towards me. Then she reached out, and quietly shut the door.

 

I licked my dry lips.

 

A few moments later my head started to clear, and I managed to stagger into the bathroom.

 

*

 

Fast forward a few years. Julia was getting ready to throw a surprise party for her Hubby, planning the bash with Diana and her mom, who was now living with us. Actually, she was splitting time between babysitting for Julia and Hubby at their place, and annoying the hell out of me the rest of the time. It was summer, and Julia had cut her beautiful hair, shaved it close and spiky; prompting her little boy to say she was the ugliest mom in the world.

 

Made her cry, the little shit.

 

Honestly, it did take a little getting used to, but after a while I kind of liked the cut. It showed off the slope of Julia’s neck. She and Hubby had taken up cycling, and they’d just come back from their anniversary, a two-week long trip to Maui. She was tanned a deep, even nut-brown, and was as sexy as I’d ever seen her. She’d taken to wearing tight khaki shorts and open blouses over low-cut t-shirts.

 

Amazing.

 

So the day of the big surprise, I get stuck holding Hubby’s birthday present. It had been hidden at our house so he wouldn’t stumble across it, and I had to take it to work with me for Julia to pick up.

 

I’m a partner in a small film production company. My other partners are friends of mine, Dave and Swan. It was lunch time when she showed up, and I was the only person still in the office. I met her in our tiny lobby. We said hi, made small talk. She was in her shorts and t-shirt mode, and I was once again having trouble keeping my attention from drifting down to her cleavage.

 

I had a song running through my head the entire time she was there, something along the lines of: Julia has great big boobies; big, big boobies… I want to suck her boobies, and squeeze her bootie too…

It went on and on like that, until she left. The building was quiet, and I got to work, poking around in my office, quietly singing my new favorite song about Julia’s boobs and bootie to myself. I had my back turned to the door, obliviously dinking around on my computer, so intent on what I was doing that I never noticed her come back into the shop, or prop herself against the doorframe and listen to me singing, happily embellishing my dirty little ditty.

 

Feeding me rope.

 

After a bit she cleared her throat and yanked the invisible rope tight. I jumped, about had a heart attack. She made a face. Tilted her head and smirked at me. Embarrassment came fast. I felt the blood rush to my face, felt my cheeks burn.

 

She pointed at the gaily wrapped package on the shelf above my desk.

 

“I forgot the present,” she said.

 

“Oh.” I nodded, playing it smooth. “Right. Can’t forget that.”

 

I grabbed the box, handed it to her. Our fingers brushed when she took it. A ragged jolt of electricity ran through me, leaving my fingertips tingling when it passed.

 

Julia shook the box slightly, grinned. Then she turned and left. The air rushed out of me and I collapsed weakly in my leather chair.

 

I almost wished I’d had the heart attack.

 

Instead, I called my partner, Swan. Told him all about planting my foot firmly in my mouth.

 

First thing out of his was, “Dude, you fuck her?”

 

“What? No!”

 

“Should’a, man. Should’a bent her over right there on your desk.”

 

Typical. My friends.

 

I spent the rest of the afternoon wondering if I could somehow weasel out of attending the party.

 

Turned out I couldn’t. Not without culling a shitload of bad mojo between me and Diana. So I took one for the team and sweated it out; my paranoia reading volumes into every little glance Julia tossed my way, wondering what the innuendo of each, casual comment she made held.

 

It was a long night.

 

At the end, I got another chaste, goodnight hug and another tiny smile from Julia, and spent a long ride back to the house with Diana. Her mom stayed the weekend at Julia’s, so she and Hubby could go up to their mountain hideaway to celebrate his birthday privately. Julia was supposed to drive Mom – Marleen - back to our place on Monday.

 

I was so relieved to finally get out of their house that little detail completely slipped from my mind.

 

*

 

So Monday rolled around like a bad bout of stomach flu. Fortunately, it was my day off. Swan was at the office instead, editing raw film stock for a project we were working on. Diana was gone at work and I was home alone, sitting at the dining room table with my pants down around my ankles, nasty porn on the laptop, merrily jacking off to beat the band, so to speak.

 

Getting to the good part, if you know what I mean. Heh.

 

Then somebody opened the back door and walked noisily into the kitchen. I heard two voices, muffled under the loud, phony moans of cocaine induced passion emitting from my laptops’ speakers.

 

I realized that I knew both the new voices. I froze with my hand on the goods, with lingerie covered tits and ass on the screen, scrubby, heroin-addict looking guys with big fat dicks giving what-for to tiny little women with fake tits. Then I heard footsteps, coming my way.

 

I slammed the laptop shut and jumped to my feet – as best I could with my pants down, anyway – wondering wildly if I could just disappear, or, failing that, if maybe I could crawl under the table and hide.

 

Totally stupid idea.

 

Even in my crazed state, my rational mind knew our little table was way too small to make a decent hiding place for a midget, much less for my six-foot, two hundred pound, partially-clothed bod. We didn’t even have a tablecloth. My hairy ass would stick right out.

 

Instead, I shuffled as fast as I could behind a chair, vainly trying to jerk my pants up with one hand, while using the other to try and cover my rapidly dwindling erection. My jeans, which up to that point in time had given me long years of faded, broken-in, ripped-crotch comfort decided they hated me and stuck down around my knees.

 

I made it behind the chair and pressed my dick against the back of the thin wood frame, just as Marleen came rushing into the dining room.

 

I froze, praying to a blindly merciful God (not the fire-and-brimstone God of the Old Testament. No. I was praying to a kinder and gentler God, the Heavenly Being who finds endless amusement in torturing mere mortals by setting up these types of practical jokes). Prayed that if I didn’t move and didn’t breathe, I could somehow blend right into the wallpaper.

 

Maybe my prayers worked. Marleen scooted right past without even glancing my way, just waved her hand in my general direction and mumbled something about having to pee like a racehorse.

 

I blinked in surprise; let my breath out in a whoosh. Let my guard down.

 

Said a quiet thank you to the Almighty.

 

He, however, is nothing if not a Mighty Jokester, as you probably already realize.

 

Just as I slumped over in relief, Julia walked into the room, looking grumpy and distracted, mouth open, ready to continue her conversation with Marleen.

 

Then she noticed me: my pants still nowhere up around where they should be, still clinging to my knees. She blinked and shook her head, like she was seeing things. Like crazy, drunken half-naked man had just materialized in my dining room.

 

I grinned. Gave her a feeble wave. “Hi, Jule,” I said.

 

She blinked again. Then a big, surprised smile spread across her face.

 

“Well, hi, Dev.”

 

Beat.

 

She was staring, her gaze leveled just below my navel. I couldn’t blame her. I’d probably be staring at the crazy, half-naked man too. If I wasn’t the crazy, half-naked man.

 

I could hear the silent laughter of the Almighty, ringing in my head.

 

Julia licked her lips, looked at the computer. Back at me. Put two and two together. Raised a pretty eyebrow.

 

“Not expecting company?”

 

“Ah…well, no. Not really.”

 

She moved a little to her right. Got a better view. I grabbed my crotch with both hands and shuffled towards the back of the table.

 

“I see.” Yes, she did. The whole f’n world probably could.

 

I got a good grip on my pants and tried to wiggle them up, but just to add fuel to the fire, my cock decided to spring anew, as it were. Popped right up, poking straight out at Julia. I couldn’t pull the damn jeans over the thing.

 

“Wow. That’s pretty impressive.”

 

I laughed weakly.

 

Julia’s look of curiosity changed. She took a step closer, ran the tip of a finger along the edge of my table. I swear I could feel her fingernail on my flesh. My cock twitched, got even bigger. I shuffled backwards, an inch at a time, but she caught me. Stopped, barely an inch away from me.

 

I froze again, trying to hold up my pants and hide my stuff at the same time.

 

She was breathing lightly, easily. She slowly, gently put both of her hands on my chest. They felt like they were on fire, like they would burn through my t-shirt. I watched the moist, pink tip of her tongue flick out and lick her lips. It seemed like it was moving in slow motion. Her hands moved lower, towards my belly. Her perfect eyes fluttered closed. She pursed her lips, leaned in…

 

Down the hall, the toilet flushed. The bathroom door banged open. Marleen stomped out, grumbling something about there never being enough toilet paper in the house.

 

Julia’s eyes snapped open, and she shoved me into the living room. Turned on her heel and faced the hallway, crossed her arms under her breasts. I scrambled and hid behind the wall as Marleen stalked back into the dining room.

 

“Finished?” Julia, acting impatient, tapping her foot, improvising. “We need to get the rest of your stuff from the car. I’ve got to go.”

 

“Right, right.” Marleen. “Okay.”

 

I heard Marleen bustle back into the kitchen. Julia popped her head into the living room as I was buttoning up my fly.

 

She shot me a wicked grin, then disappeared.

 

I crashed back against the wall, exhausted. I could still hear somebody laughing, the sound of it ringing in my ears.

 

*

 

So there’s the history. Most of it, anyway. There’s more, like the time Julia got really interested in purchasing art, and since I had an art background of sorts, she invited me along to go to some kind of an art festival with her. The festival was a yearly thing, held out of town. Far enough away that we would’ve been gone a day or two. She was going to rent a hotel room for us. A single room, to ‘save money’.

 

Everyone seemed okay with the idea, except for me. Granted, Julia made a point to mention that the room had double beds. But – call me crazy, here – how many young, newly-wed women invite their sister-in-law’s boyfriend on a weekend long trip, and shack up with him, alone, in a hotel room?

 

The art phase blew over pretty quickly, and we never did go to the festival. Not long after, Julia found out she was pregnant. Hubby passed out during the first ultrasound, and didn’t fare much better during the Lamaze classes.

 

She asked if I would be her coach.

 

After the shock wore off, I actually went to one class with her before she was finally able to convince Hubby to join her. It was probably the strangest, most surreal thing I’ve ever done, letting her lean up against me, holding her while we practiced breathing together. I needed to travel to California for business when Julia had the actual delivery, but Diana was there, encouraging Julia to breathe and trying to keep her brother from fainting dead away before his daughter was born.

 

Later, she told me that during one of the contractions she saw Julia poop; one little, golden nugget that shot out of her butt, right before the first part of her daughters head oozed into view.

 

You can’t imagine how glad I was that I missed that.

 

Then there was the time about a year ago, when I found out that Prince (you know: The Artist Formerly Known As, who Now Was Again…) was coming to town to play two shows. Last time to hear the old hits live!

 

I freaked out. I was a Prince fan from wa-ay back. How could I miss seeing him screech out Little Red Corvette one last time? I was with Diana, in her car, reading one of the free, hip local papers, and asked her to go.

 

She laughed. Basically said forget it. But hey, she said, Julia loves Prince. Why don’t you ask her to go? (This was before the whole suspected affair confrontation, obviously – )

 

“You’re kidding.” I said.

 

“No, really.”

 

So I said okay, grabbed my cell phone and called. Hubby answered. I asked Hubby if it was okay if I asked his wife out on a date, and he laughed and said sure, and he handed the phone to Julia, and I told her what was up and asked her if she wanted to go with me, and then she freaked out, and then she said sure, and I said that I’d buy the tickets in the next day or so, and she started planning out the whole night…

 

I called about seating the next day, and found out that the tickets were some God-awful, astronomical amount, even for the cheap seats. Expensive, like it would cost me about three hundred bucks for the two of us to go, even with crappy seats.

 

Probably about typical for arena shows nowadays, but man! Three hundred bucks! And I wasn’t expecting to get anything after the show, like a real date. Not even a kiss. I figured that if I really wanted to hear Little Red Corvette, I could just pop on the CD for free.

 

Julia seemed really bummed when I called her back a week later and let her know both of the shows had sold out.

 

***

 

So.

 

Now it’s springtime. The skies are turning blue, the birds are chirping, flowers are blooming; it’s the time of year when a man’s fancy turns to thoughts of love, and all that.

 

My allergies are making me sneeze something fierce. Business is good: Swan and I are shooting a new series of television commercials. My writers block is just – seems to be, anyway – a fading memory. I found my missing notebook stuffed in our junk drawer. Now the novel is slowly moving along. Maybe it’ll eventually see the light of day.

 

Yesterday I got an email from Julia. I haven’t heard from her in a while. Not since the fallout between me and Diana over the anonymous sexy emails. She finally sent me her famed barbecue recipe (the barbecue connection again!). I’d forgotten all about it.

 

Sounded good, so I tried it out and spent all day cooking. After seven hours with ribs broiling in the oven, the house smelled delicious.

 

Now I’m sitting here, munching on some truly dy-no-mite barbecue, listening to my iPod while I write this, thinking about all the stuff I’ve mentioned (I swear my iPod can read my mind. These are the last four songs it played, in order: We Got A Date, by 24-7 Spyz; So In Love, by Curtis Mayfield; Fishbone’s Bonin’ In The Boneyard; and Just Cuz She Was Nice, by Weapon of Choice – The four stages of a relationship: the first kiss, the first bloom of love, the first sex, the eventual nasty breakup).

 

To the point of all this: Along with the recipe, she sent a reminder that the Fair was going to open on Friday, and she wanted to know if we were still going. She’d drive us down, and we could make a full day of it then come back late; or we could just crash at a cheap hotel for the night and drive back home the next afternoon.

 

Let me know soon, she wrote.

 

So. Okay. I’ve read this email several times now. Haven’t replied yet, mainly because I’ve been reading it over and over.

 

Wondering.

 

Here’s what I’ve been thinking: For the most part, I can separate fantasy from reality. All shit aside, I’m a normal, rational guy, intelligent enough to know that thinking with my dick makes me read things into situations like these – things that I interpret as sexual innuendo – when really nothing of the kind is going on.

 

I casually mentioned the email to Diana, and she’s been teasing me about it ever since. But I think she’s cool with it. We’ve spent a lot of time these last months trying to repair our relationship. I think she trusts me again, at least a little. I hope so. I like her a lot, and I don’t want to screw things up again.

 

And then there’s Julia’s marriage. They’ve got their share of problems, to be sure, but I know that Julia’s husband loves her, and I think she loves him too.

 

But…there’s all this stuff….

 

I’m in a quandary; on the horns of a dilemma. I can’t decide whether or not to go. I know what my motivation for going with her is, but I’m just not sure about Julia’s reasons for asking me.

 

So, dear reader, knowing what you do of my relationship woes, I’ll leave it to a vote.

 

Do I go? If I do, will there be more to this little drama? How will my day at the fair turn out? Will I finally get to knock boots with Julia? Am I just a testosterone driven idiot to even consider it?

 

Let me know what you think, and I’ll let you know how everything turns out…

 

 

 

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My trip with Jena – Part 2

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We had dinner with the crew, then started home Jena was up front with me and Pam was in the back. It was dark by the time we got on the road. After a couple on minutes, Jena turned around to talk to Pam. Doing that she mo

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ved closer to me. Slowly she put her hand out and started rubbing my leg. Pam couldn’t see because the seats are so high, so Jena got a little braver and started stroking my dick through my paints. It was thrilling have my rock hard dick stroked and Pam not knowing a thing. I had button fly jeans on, and Jena started to undo them. It took a little while just using one hand, but she finally got my dick free. She started stroking it and rubbing the pre-cum over it. About that time Pam asked me how long it would be before we got home. I managed to croak an answer. She asked what was wrong with my voice. I told her in a stronger voice that I just needed some water cause my mouth was dry. With that she said that she had a bottle of water and leaned forward to give it to me. Jena and I knew that we were about to get busted. Pam leaned forward to hand the water when she saw Jena jacking my exposed dick. She yelled, “How long has this been going on”. I didn’t know what to say, but Jena, who never stopped jacking me, said it started last night. She told her everything we’d done, and begged her not to be mad and tell our spouses. It was something that just happened. Pam thought about it, at the same time watching Jena jacking me. She said she wouldn’t say anything if she could change places with Jena and have some of my hard dick too. Well, I was the happiest one in the car, and Jena slid over the seat and Pam mover up front. Pam leaned over and started sucking my dick right away. She was on her knees like Jena had been the night before. Jena not wanting to be left out, sat forward, lifted Pam's skirt up and started rubbing her pussy. I was driving 70 miles an hour with and orgy starting in the car, and I was hoping we would live thru it. Pam decided that she wanted to fuck. We saw that there was a rest stop a couple of miles away. We pulled in and parked as far away from the other cars as we could. We all got in the back seat and Pam pulled her panties off, faced me and pushed my dick into her very wet pussy. Jena opened Pam’s blouse, pushed her bra up and started sucking her nipples. I couldn’t believe we were doing this in a busy rest stop, but it was too much fun to stop now. Pam started to cum and her pussy started griping my dick. She came and sat up to fast and hit her head on the roof of the car. She leaned down and told me that she wanted to shot my cum in her pussy. As soon as she said that, she squeezes her pussy hard around my dick, and I started shooting deep into her cunt. She got off me and Jena leaned over and started sucking the love juices off my dick. Pam leaned back and started fingering the cum out of her pussy and sharing it with me. As Pam and I started catching our breath, Jena said she needs to be serviced too. Pam leaned over and got her shoulder bag off the floor. She then pulled out two rubber dildos. My jaw dropped. I never would have guessed that she would be carrying those around with her. Thank God for a large back seat. She gave one to Jena and then they both leaned back and started to slide them into their wet pussies. I’m sitting there with them on either side of me, and my dick gets hard again looking at them. Jena see me sitting there stroking my dick and leans over and starts sucking it even harder. Pam starts having an orgasm and when it subsides, she pulls the dildo out and said she’s had enough and her pussy can’t take anymore. She moves over as far as she can, and then tells us to get into a 69 with me on top. I’m not sure what she’s got in mind, but we do as she asks. With my face buried my Jena’s pussy and her sucking my dick, I then feel another set of lips on my ass. Pam is licking my ass! She starts working her way to my ass hole where she is now sticking her tongue in my ass. Never have I had anything like this. All of the sudden she pulls her tongue away and I’m disappointed. Then I feel something else there. Pam has her dildo and she’s trying to get it in my ass. Since I like that, I relaxed, and she put it all the way in and started pumping it. I’d forgotten that I was eating Jena’s pussy until she started to cum. Her orgasm started mine and I was shooting a load of cum down Jena’s throat. Pam pulled the dildo out and took my dick from Jena’s mouth and finished it up. Well, there we were naked, all wrapped up around each other, in the backseat of a Town car with other cars going by! We all sat back and started laughing. We couldn’t believe what we’d just done or where we’d done it. We got home a little latter they what we planed, and I was real happy that my wife was asleep so I could shower before she could smell Jena and Pam all over me. I’m hoping that we have another trip SOON!

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It should have been a time of happiness but it wasn’t.  Instead, it seemed like Laura was trying to put a puzzle together that she would never see the end of.

It seemed her

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mother, Charlotte, was more excited about the wedding than she was. Her mother was determined to make everything perfect. Laura had wanted everything to be perfect too at first, but she was to the point now that she didn’t care. She just wanted to get the planning over with so they could move on the next step.

Charlotte had become a jolly pain in the ass over the last few months. She insisted on planning every aspect of the wedding. She was way too nitpicky for Laura’s taste when it came to clothing.

She would take Laura to all kinds of wedding stores and have her try on just about everything in the building. She experimented with different shades of make-up for each dress and different scents of perfume to go along with the outfits. For once, Laura knew how it felt to be a model.

She was standing on a stood in their living room in her wedding dress. Her mother was standing in front of her meticulously searching for flaws. Her eyes danced across Laura without a hint of dissatisfaction until she got to the shoes.

“Sweetheart, I think your platforms are just too tall. It makes your dress look too short.”

Laura looked down, and sure enough, the bottom of her wedding gown was raised just enough to show a little ankle.

Exasperated, she said, “Mother, it’s late. All the stores are closed. I don’t have time to get new shoes before the wedding tomorrow. What am I going to do?”

She was on the verge of tears. Preparing for a marriage was way more stress than she expected. She stomped her foot and started fidgeting. The joy drained from her eyes and she started to pout.

“Take a breath,” Charlotte said with a rye smile. She caressed her daughter’s face with both hands and said, “The first time I laid eyes on you, your face was all scrunched up like it is right now. You were three years old when I adopted you and I told you then that I would always make sure that everything was alright. Is that what you need to hear right now?”

“I can’t even wear your shoes because your feet are so much smaller than mine,” said Laura. Her attitude wasn’t getting any better.

“I can make the dress longer, Honey. Take it off.”

“You don’t have time to make the dress longer,” said Laura as she peeled the white gown off her shoulders.

Her hair was dark and flowed to the bottoms of her breasts, which were currently exposed because she wasn’t wearing a bra under the dress.

They were unsure of her ethnic background. She could pass for Caucasian, but her eyes were so slanted. There had to be some Asians in her family tree somewhere.

Her boobs were large and firm, but with just enough sag to let you know they were real. Her waist was slim and her ass, petite, but round and very supple.

“You have a million things to do before the wedding tomorrow,” Laura continued. The only thing she was wearing now was her panties.

“Have you got any better ideas?” asked Charlotte . She folded the dress being careful not to let it touch the floor and draped it over the back of the couch.

“Yeah,” said Laura flopping onto the loveseat with her arms folded. “Call the wedding off; I don’t wanna do it.”

Laura had been a brat from the moment her mother adopted her and apparently marriage wasn’t going to change that. The only difference between the three-year-old Laura and the adult version was that her tits had grown enormously.

Charlotte kneeled in front of her, said, “Sweetheart, you got the pre-wedding jitters. Everybody gets them.”

“Did you?”

“You bet I did. The day I married your father, I walked down that aisle, took one look at him and thought, ‘Am I out of my mind to marry this man?’”

Laura smiled for a moment and said, “I guess you were. You got divorced.”

“Yeah, but I got you.”

The phone rang. Charlotte got up to answer it while Laura was putting another dress on.

She heard her mother refuse to hand the phone to her, which let her know it must have been her soon-to-be husband on the other end. She didn’t care if she could talk to him as long as she could have a break.

She slipped out the back door, got in her car, and went to Lex’s house. Lex was her ex-boyfriend. The door was open when she got there so she just walked in. He was pouring a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

Laura felt butterflies in her stomach the instant she saw him. He was tall and muscular with shoulder-length, blonde hair. He’d taken Laura’s virginity and was the first man that Laura had ever loved.

The relationship faded as they got older, but they remained close friends. He was the only man that she‘d ever cheated on any of her proceeding boyfriends with.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” said Lex when he saw her approaching him.

“I don’t care,” said Laura. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Then she pushed him away and said, “You son-of-a-bitch. Why couldn’t it have been you, huh? Why can’t I be marrying you tomorrow?”

“Because you love him,” replied Lex.

“No I don’t.”

“Baby, you’re just nervous. You’ll be okay.”

“Were you nervous before you got married?” she asked.

“Yeah…all three times.”

They chuckled. She kissed him again. This time it lasted longer and she was squeezing him closer.

“Will you make love to me one more time?” she asked.

He thought it over for a brief moment. He knew it was wrong to have sex with a woman the day before her wedding, but how could he say no to those pretty brown eyes staring up at him?

He lifted her onto the countertop and began kissing her from her mouth to her breasts and didn’t stop until he’d gotten to her thighs.

Laura’s pussy was already soaked. A pleasant scent met with Lex’s nose. He became eager to get a taste of its source.

Laura let the straps fall from her shoulders and lifted the dress over her head. Lex started licking and sucking on her pussy through the panties.

She leaned back on the counter, slid her underwear off, and opened her legs as wide as they would go. She was lying on the kitchen table totally naked except for her high-heel pumps.

And there it was—Laura’s pussy. Lex hadn’t seen it in so long. It was hot and wet enough to give off a glimmer. Her pubic hairs were cut low and tapered into a triangle that seemed to be pointing to her clit.

Lex lowered his head and the cunt-licking commenced. “If I married you, I wouldn’t kiss you. I’d just kiss your pussy,” Lex said between breaths.

Laura managed a soft giggle before her head fell back and her eyes started rolling around in her head.

His tongue would soak her clit, tickle her piercing, glide up and down her cunt, and slip into her asshole for some anal rimming. All you could hear was Laura screaming like crazy.

He let her get two orgasms before he helped her to her feet and led her backwards to a wall while kissing and groping her all the way.

They kissed for a while longer. Laura’s mouth dropped open when she felt his fingers sliding into her wet pussy.

She dropped to her knees and grabbed a handful of cock. She wet her lips and took him deep, using her hand to stroke the few inches that couldn’t fit in her mouth.

Lex held onto the wall behind her for balance. Laura was sucking him hard and her hair was flying all over the place. When she paused to wiggle her tongue over the cock head, her hair was a complete mess.

“Let me fuck your mouth,” commanded Lex.

Laura opened her mouth wide and timed her suctions with his hard thrusts.

She was getting horny beyond control. Her legs spread wider with every thrust. She needed to get fucked now.

She sat on the kitchen counter next to the sink and spread her legs from east to west. They both watched the cock head as he gently slid it inside. It was so wet and swollen the hole seemed to suck him inside.

“Oh, yes, just like that,” moaned Laura.

“Just like that?” said Lex as he plunged the full length of his cock in her.

“Yes!” she screamed.

“That’s gonna make you cum.”

“YES!”

Laura was gasping and Lex was pumping harder as the minutes flew by. She wrapped a leg around him and the grip tightened as the tingle in her pussy intensified.

Loads of pussy juice began spilling down Lex’s cock as he mercilessly rammed her so hard that her head and shoulders banged against the wall behind her. She closed her eyes and dug into the countertop and let the orgasm overtake her.

“Oh, baby!” cried Lex. “Baby, take my cock and make me cum.”

He pulled his dick out and Laura fell to her knees, once again sucking, slurping and jerking his meaty cock until jets of hot cum splattered all over her lips, hands, and tits.

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When she was done, Lex helped her get dressed. They went to his home office to talk. Lex could tell something was bothering her. He assumed it was because she’d just cheated on her fiancé. She was pacing the room staring at the ceiling and she seemed to be fighting some kind of internal struggle.

“Laura, I’m sorry if you regret what just happened between us.”

She said, “It not that. It’s the wedding. My mother’s gonna kill me. I can’t go through with this. I just won’t show up at the wedding tomorrow.”

She looked away when she saw the gaze that Lex was giving her. He looked like he wanted to smack for saying something so dumb. “Well, I think you should let everybody else know so they don’t show up either,” he said.

She called her mother immediately. “Hello, mother,” she said. “I have something to tell you. I’m thinking about calling off the wedding tomorrow.”

She winced and held the phone away from her ear. Her mother yelled so loud it hurt.

In defense, she said, “Mother I said I’m just thinking about it. Will you calm down?”

There was no calming down on Charlotte’s part. She’d spent too much time and money preparing for this wedding and she knew Josh was good for her. She slammed the phone down, picked it back up and called Laura’s father.

“It’s that bitch calling,” said the voice on the other end. Charlotte heard the phone exchanging hands.

“I’m sorry, Charlotte,” said Alvin, Laura’s adopted father.

“I can’t believe you let her get away with that!” barked Charlotte. “I’d like to wash her fucking mouth out with soap!”

“Is that why you called?”

“No. I think you should talk to Laura. She’s ready to call off the whole wedding, ya know?”

“And what am I supposed to do about that?”

“Well maybe if you talk to her and change her mind about coming, then maybe she’ll feel a little better about coming.”

“You know my stand on that. I won’t go without Tammy.” Tammy was the woman who’d answered the phone.

“You are not bringing that tramp to the wedding!” yelled Charlotte. “And if you were any kind of a man, you’d put your daughter ahead of your dick for a change!”

Sarcastically, he said, “I’ll give it my sincerest consideration, Charlotte. Good bye.” He hung up.

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Lex and Laura got something to eat. They talked about Laura’s problems a little while longer and then played a short game of pool.

When the game was finished, Laura took one of the pool balls and sat on the floor. Lex sat across from her and they started rolling the ball between each other.

“And you know what the worse part about it is?” she said.

“What?”

“That my dad won’t be there to walk me down the aisle. I have to go down the aisle with my mother.”

“What’s the matter? Is he sick?”

“No. He won’t go to the wedding without his girlfriend. Me and my mother don’t want her there.”

“Why can’t he bring his girlfriend?” asked Lex.

“Because she used to be my girlfriend and he stole her. I really liked her too.”

It had been about three years earlier when she found herself lying in bed with Tammy and Josh, although she didn’t know who Tammy was at the time.

They were taking turns sucking Josh’s dick.

It was dark in the room, but there was just enough light to see each engulf his prick whole, suck him close to orgasm, and then stop and let the other take a turn.

The only thing you could hear was smacking lips and Josh’s moans. The room smelled of the ladies’ hot cunts getting wetter as they passed his meat between them and finger-fucked each other’s wet pussies.

Everything was going great until Tammy tickled Josh’s neck and asked if he remembered when he did it to her.

Anger ripped through Laura, who was Josh’s steady girlfriend at the time. She’d just realized what he had done.

She sat up and said, “Josh, I don’t think this is gonna work. I thought you were gonna get a hooker or something. What’s up with bringing your ex-girlfriend here?”

“You thought I was a hooker?” asked Tammy, appalled.

“Well, I thought you were a nobody.”

“So? I thought you were a nobody too.” She turned to Josh and barked, “What are you doing?”

His eyes flickered between the two ladies as he stared up at them. He was trying to think of something to say. His mind was blank so he got up and said he had to go to the bathroom.

When he was gone, Tammy said, “He told you I was a hooker?”

“Well, he just said he’d get somebody. I didn’t know it was gonna be you.”

“Well, I didn’t know it was gonna be you here.”

“Well, I’m really glad because I like you,” said Tammy.

Laura smiled brightly and said, “I liked you too until now.”

“So now you don’t like me anymore?” said Tammy, joking like her feelings were hurt.

Laura moved closer to her and said, “No, I like you. I think you’re cute. I always thought you were cute. This is just an awkward way to meet.” She opened her legs and put them around Tammy.

“Well I guess maybe he’s not that bad,” said Tammy. And that’s when the tongue-dueling began.

Tammy had been with many women, but it was a first for Laura. She liked the feel of a woman’s body and the tender way a woman touched her skin.

Tammy lay on top between Laura’s legs. It was odd feeling tits like her own snuggled against her chest and not feeling an eager prick nestled behind a pair a briefs on her pussy, but there was something odd but pleasurable about the experience. She was more curious than horny at that point.

She unhooked Tammy’s bra. She cupped a breast in each hand and kissed her nipples. She started kissing and kneading them. They were a little bigger than Laura’s and a lot firmer.

Tammy unhooked Laura’s bra and did the same. They kissed some more, but it was getting hotter and the moaning was getting heavier.

“You’re so soft,” whispered Laura.

Since the screaming had stopped, Josh decided to poke his head around the corner to see what was going on. His erection had gone down, but the sight of a blonde and a brunette with huge tits making out put a little spark back in his cock.

Tammy opened her legs and intertwined them with Laura’s. There was a wet spot on her panties from where her twat had been juicing.

They started grinding their hot pussies together. Juice was flowing more now because of the heat from their snatches combined with friction coming from the thin layers of their panties rubbing on each other’s clits.

Josh felt it was safe to sit on the couch on the other side of the room. The girls seemed too occupied to pay him any attention.

Sure enough, their panties were the next thing to come off. Tammy buried her face in Laura’s sweet cunt, flicking her tongue on her clit and linking her way up and down her greasy split.

Laura would go into one of her loud orgasms, kick her legs up high, and wrap them around Tammy’s head. Her pussy was tingling and juicing like crazy.

She noticed poor Josh trying unsuccessfully to cover a massive boner. It made her smile, and all of a sudden she was alright with what he had done, but she wasn’t going to let him out of the dog house that easy.

She slipped her panties off so Tammy could polish her sweet muff without restriction. Tammy slurped louder and shook her face from side to side as Laura cried out and humped her mouth.

After a few minutes, they traded places. It was Laura’s first time eating pussy. She wasn’t that good at first, but she got the hang of it quickly and soon had Tammy crying out with loads of pussy juice flowing into her mouth.

Laura liked the taste of pussy juice more than cum from a dick. The longer she ate her pussy, the more she wanted to do it. It wasn’t long before she’d given her first woman an orgasm that had her head bucking and her legs trembling.

They’d totally forgotten about Josh by now, who was lying on the couch with a pillow covering his swollen member. The only thing that kept him from stroking it himself was fact that he’d rather bury it into one—or both—of the woman and shoot his load all over their tits, which had been the original plan when they started the night off.

Fuck it. He’d had enough. He tossed the pillow aside, walked to the bed, and kneeled beside it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” asked Laura. They moved to the other side of the bed and kept kissing.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

The girls kissed harder and moaned louder. It was obvious they wanted to make him beg harder because they were trying to keep from smiling even though they were kissing.

“I’m really sorry.”

Still no answer, just making out.

“Okay, it wasn’t the greatest of moves,” he pleaded.

“Did you hear something?” asked Laura.

Tammy shook her head and dove back in for another kiss, this time with tongues a-blazing.

“What I mean to say is…if I was gonna do something like this, I wanted it to be with two women who I really respected and cared for.”

They stopped in mid-kiss. They looked at him, then each other, and burst out laughing. That was the biggest pile of horse shit that either of them had ever heard, but it was still funny and they had to give him credit for being creative.

“Come on,” he said.

“Give us the puppy dog eyes,” said Tammy.

He made his face look as sad as he could and poked his bottom lip out.

“What do you think?” asked Laura.

Tammy motioned him to join them on the bed.

He lay down, and they were taking turns sucking his cock again until Laura decided she wanted to keep getting her pussy licked by her new female fuck toy.

She lay on her back and let Tammy suck on her clit while Josh fucked her from behind.

“Oh god, oh…oh god,” groaned Laura as Josh rammed his horny prick into her tight pussy hole.

The sight of all this made Laura want to feel the dick too, so they quickly traded positions.

He started slow to let her get adjusted to the dick. He pushed into her a little farther each time until he was buried to the hilt in flesh. He pulled out and slowly eased back into her hot muff.

She started begging for it harder, needing to get fucked hard like a cheap whore while Tammy watched.

“Oh fuck yes! Fuck me hard,” she cried.

He obliged, banging her harder with every nasty word that came out of her nasty mouth.

An intense pressure rose from his testicles. He pulled out of Laura’s pussy. Tammy grabbed hold of his jumping cock and stroked a load of spunk all over Laura’s tits.

And that was beginning of the love triangle that would ruin her parent’s marriage.

Lex was speechless after hearing the story. He just stared at her with his mouth wide open in shock.

“So Tammy and I were really close for a while,” Laura said. “And then she started dating my dad. I will never forgive her for taking him away from us. And that’s why I won’t have her at the wedding.”

“I don’t blame you,” said Lex.

“Well it doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m calling off the wedding. I’m gonna do it right now.”

“No. I think you really ought to talk to Josh first. Tell him how you feel. At least you owe him that.”

He was right. She kissed him on the cheek and left.

****************

Josh was pacing the dining room. He looked uneasy and his friend, Irving, knew exactly why. He thought Josh was a fool for getting married and he wasn’t shy about telling him. As a matter fact, he told him every chance he got and he was the main reason Josh was having so many doubts in the first place.

He watched Josh pace the room from a plush chair. He sat with his arms folded with a stupid little smirk on his face and kept yammering about all the things that Josh would never get to do because he chose to get married so young.

Truth is, Irving liked the single life. He couldn’t understand the logic of settling down with one woman when he could stay single and eat at a pussy buffet any time he wanted. He kept going on and on about it.

Josh somewhat agreed with him. He said, “Everything is going good. I mean the money is coming in and stuff like that. And now I gotta think about marriage and…I just don’t know about this.”

There was a long pause. Then Irving offered to take him out to dinner to get his mind off his problems. When they got back, the furniture was in a circle and all of Josh’s friends were sitting there smiling at him.

He was confused at first, but he wasn’t dumb. He knew he’d just walked into a surprise bachelor party.

He sat down and they brought out a tall blonde who was really put together. Her tits were huge and perky and her legs were long and slender. She was wearing a black miniskirt that came to the bottom of her crotch.

She started dancing seductively, giving each man a short lap dance until she got to Irving, who took it upon himself to unzip her blouse.

She moved to the next man, turned around, bent over, spread her legs, and raised the skirt high over waist. Two ass cheeks with a black thong in the crack were less than two feet from one of Josh’s older friend’s face.

“You’re gonna give him a heart attack,” somebody joked and they all started laughing except Josh.

“Hey, buddy, what’s wrong? It’s a party, a party for you. Just relax,” said Irving.

“Feels more like a funeral. My own,” replied Josh.

Irving nodded, said, “You’ll feel a whole lot better once you get some pussy. “I’ll bring her over here and let you get started.”

When Irving looked at Josh he was shaking his head, No.

“That means yes. Good.” He called the dancer/hooker over. Pointing to Josh’s lap, he said, “Have a seat.”

The woman straddled him with her pussy pressed firm on his cock.

The other guys, except Irving, left so Josh could take care of his business, but he still wasn’t showing any interest. Instead, he asked them not to leave. They left anyway.

The woman said, “Fuck me or get married?”

“Neither,” said Josh. He made her get off of him and went in the bathroom. He did a lot of thinking. He spent a good twenty minutes in there and hadn’t gotten any further than where he was twenty minutes earlier.

Ironically enough, the best advice he’d gotten all week came from the dancer as he was walking out of the bathroom.

She was putting her clothes back on. The room smelled of used pussy. Apparently Irving had filled in for him by fucking her brains out after he left.

She said, “Why don’t you talk to your fiancée? Tell her how you really feel. Maybe you’re not ready for this yet. It’s not too late. You have the right to back out.”

It was simple commonsense, but why hadn’t he thought of that? Just tell her how he felt.

He was just about to call her when the phone rang. It was Laura. He told her to come over so they could talk.

He was on the porch when she got there. He didn’t look her in the eye. He had grown curious as to what she wanted to talk about and was wondering if it was the same thing he wanted.

Laura said, “I’m scared.”

He faced her, said, “I’m scared too. I’m afraid about going into this thing. I have a lot of imperfections.”

“It’s okay. We all do.” She hugged him around the waist. “Besides, if you were perfect, then you’d never change and you’d be boring.”

He returned her hug and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” said Laura, and suddenly a weight had been lifted from both their shoulders.

The wedding would go on, but there was still one thing bothering Laura immensely. Her father wouldn’t be there to give her away because he thought the love of the woman who had wrecked their happy home was more important than the love of his daughter.

The day of the wedding came. The weather couldn’t have been better for an outdoor wedding. All was going according to plan until they saw a man running their way as the preacher asked who was going to give Laura away.

“Her father,” shouted Alvin, half out of breath, and he took his place next to his beautiful, young daughter. He lifted the veil over her head and kissed her cheek. The smile on her face and the tears of joy that were welling in her eyes were priceless.

Copyright 2005

Eliza

Carmenica Diaz on Cheating Stories

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e="font-family: georgia; text-shadow: auto">by Carmenica Diaz

Eliza patted her husband’s cheek and he whimpered at the touch of her warm flesh against his.

‘Poor baby,’ she cooed, ‘so horny and so desperate.’

‘Eliza, please,’ Hunter said, his face covered with perspiration, ‘please untie me. This has gone far enough.’

‘It’s just a game, sweetie,’ Eliza smiled, her red fingernails trailing down her husband’s naked chest, ‘just  a little bondage, a little fun. A little sexy fun and you are terribly sexy when you look so needy and desperate like that.’

‘Please, baby,’ Hunter tried again, ‘it’s been hours…’

‘And you’re still hard! I think that’s a new record. I should give the Guinness people a bell!’

How could he not be hard!

For hours Eliza had strutted around in front of him in that skimpy red dress and high heels and then squatted in front of him to breathe on his rigid cock.

Every time Eliza did, he tried not to look at her crotch, not look at those tiny black panties or look down her dress at those magnificent breasts but he couldn’t! He was human, after all. And, fuck, how he loved those breasts!

Not once did her hand touch his cock – he would have come instantly if she had – not once did her lips touch it, even though he strained to push his pelvis forward when his wife lingered over his red and needy erection.

The handcuffs and the rope around his legs kept Hunter bound to the chair and he could only dream of fucking Eliza.

God, she was beautiful – beautiful and sexy!

He wanted her!

Needed her!

And all she did was tease!

And if there was one thing Eliza was good at, it was teasing. She wore the epithet Cock Tease proudly and even had those words embroidered on the crotch of a pair of pink, skimpy panties.

Eliza smiled at him as she sat on a chair opposite him, her legs slightly parted so he could glimpse her black panties.

Her large breasts threatened to spill from the skimpy top and he so wanted her!

Eliza smirked, reading his mind.

‘I suppose,’ she pouted, ‘you want to bend me over the dining table, push my dress up, pull my little panties down and fuck me?’

‘Yes!’ Hunter croaked. ‘Yes, I do!’

‘Slide your cock into my tight little pussy?’

‘Oh fuck yes!’

‘I’m so wet from teasing you, honey.’

‘Please…please,’ Hunter begged, his cock pulsing madly.

He had lost all concept of time. It was dark outside, so he realised he had been restrained and teased for at least three hours.

Three hours!

She’s insane!

‘Is that how you fucked Melinda?’ Eliza asked sweetly.

Hunter shook his head to try to concentrate.

‘Huh?’

‘I said, is that how you fucked Melinda? Bent her over your desk and fucked her from behind? Fucked her when you were supposed to be working late?’

‘Ah…’

How did she know?

‘Don’t worry, honey, I’m not going to cut your dick off,’ Eliza laughed, ‘or your balls but I thought about it.’

‘Honey…please…’

‘Look, honey,’ Eliza said as she casually unbuttoned the top of her dress and, smirking at him, eased each breast from her black lace bra cups.

‘Here are the girls! Look, my nips are hard!’

Hunter groaned and licked his lips.

‘And what do we have here?’

Hunter tried to tear his eyes away as she lifted the hem of her skirt and displayed her tiny black panties.

‘You loooove my panties, don’t you? Do you remember that time I gave you a hand job with a pair of my knickers? You loved it! Yes, darling, I think you have  a thing for my silkies!’

‘Eliza…please…please…’

‘Oh, all right,’ Eliza said brightly, ‘I’ll pull them down so you can see kitty.’

Wide eyed, Hunter watched as his wife shimmed her panties down to her knees. Smiling at him, she idly stroked herself with one finger.

‘I have a neat kitty, don’t you think? No flabby wings, just all tight and neat. Oooh, I’m sooo wet!’’

Hunter’s eyes bulged as she touched herself and then brought a glistening finger up to lick the juices

‘I have a nice taste. You don’t like to taste me much though,’ she pouted. ‘I bet you’d taste me now, wouldn’t you, honey?’ Eliza asked slyly.

Bobbing his head frantically, Hunter croaked, ‘yes! Yes, let me lick you!’

‘No,’ Eliza said, closing her eyes, ‘I think I’ll just play with myself. I’m so horny it won’t take long for me to have a sweet little come!’

‘Please…Eliza…please let me come, let me fuck you…’

‘If you slipped that dickie inside me, honey, into my wet velvet box, you’d spurt straight away!’ Eliza frowned prettily. ‘Ewww! What a mess! No, that won’t do.’

She settled back in the chair, knickers around her knees and breasts displayed.

‘I’m going to tickle myself here now and you can watch. Enjoy honey, watch and know that I’m going to love having an orgasm.’

It was agony for Hunter as Eliza slowly and delicately caressed herself using both hands. Hunter had never seen a woman masturbate before and he realised that the movements of both hands and fingers was nothing he had ever done to her.

In any other situation, it would have been mildly educational as well as erotic. Hunter realised that all those porn movies showing women masturbating were just a parody of the real act as he watched how she arranged the fingers and palms of both hands.

This was unique and she reached around with one hand while caressing with the other. He tried not to watch but couldn’t help it until, open mouthed, he watched as his wife orgasmed!

While his neglected cock throbbed madly!

Eliza opened her eyes sensuously and smiled sexily at her husband.

‘That was gorgeous, not fantastic but an appetiser for the rest of the evening. It is Friday night, after all.’

Hunter looked hopefully at his wife.

Did that mean she was going to let him loose?

Eliza pulled her knickers up and Hunter watched as they covered her pussy.

‘I’m all wet so the panties will smell a bit but that just means I’m on heat, doesn’t it, darling?’ Eliza said calmly as she buttoned her top and smoothed her dress.

‘I was a little angry when you fucked Melinda but I got over it.’

She walked over and patted his cheek.

‘So I decided not to cut your balls off – not with a knife, anyway.’

‘Eliza…’ Hunter began but she placed a finger on his lips to silence him. Hunter could smell her on her finger, could taste her!

‘Shh, darling, listen. I’m going out now. I’m going to find a guy to fuck and I’m going to let him fuck me in a motel, or in the backseat of his car – I don’t care! I feel like being such a slut! And then, I’m going to find another guy, maybe another after that! I’ve never fucked two guys at once; tonight could be the night!’

Aghast, Hunter stared up at her beautiful face that now seemed so cold.

‘I’m going to find guys that you know, Hunter, men you do business with, your friends, and I’m just going to ask them not to tell you. I’ll only fuck them if they promise not to tell you! They can tell anyone else, in fact I’ll encourage it but they can’t tell you!’

Eliza leaned forward and planted a kiss on his forehead.

‘So when you go to golf, play squash or strut around that office of yours, you won’t know if  the man you’re playing sport with or even doing business with, fucked your wife! Perhaps the elevator man, the courier or your boss – any of them. I wonder who’s out and about on a Friday night?’

‘Eliza…please…no…’

‘You’re still hard, darling, the idea of me being such a slut must appeal! I’m glad because tonight won’t be the last night. There are a lot of well hung studs out there and I’m going to get me a lot of them!’

‘Please,’ Hunter whispered brokenly, ‘don’t do this…our marriage is over if…’

Eliza shrugged as she picked up her handbag.

‘I think our marriage ended when you fucked Melinda. I hope you and your two new lovers will be very happy.’

Nonplussed, he stared at her, mouth open. ‘Two…?’

Eliza laughed.

‘Left and right hand, darling. That’s all you’ve got, now! If you can’t get free, I’ll send someone to get you loose about five tomorrow morning.

‘Don’t go, Eliza!’

‘Goodnight, Hunter. Hope the erection goes by the time I send someone to free you.’

‘Don’t go!’

Eliza opened the door, lifted her dress to flash her panties at him.

‘Got to go, honey, kitty wants a date!

The door closed and Hunter stared at it, tears forming.

‘Eliza!’

Eliza
from the short story collection ‘More Dominant Wives’
by
Carmenica Diaz

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