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Phil looked at his watch. "It's eight-thirty now. Give him a half hour for his drink and another half hour for some undress show and tell and by nine-thirty he ought to be in the saddle banging away."
And that's what we did. At nine-thirty we went up to the room and listened at the door. I was sure I heard the sounds of combat. Phil slipped that key card into the slot and eased the door open. We slipped in quietly.
The foot of the bed faced the door. Only a small lamp on the bedside table dimly lighted the room. They were fucking missionary. Lynda's legs were widespread and high in the air. Don was supporting his weight on his extended arms exactly as I had seen in that ugly picture. Don was banging away and Lynda was grunting like a whore. They had no idea that we were in the room.
Phil took my arm and made a shush motion putting his finger to his lips. He led me over to the couch and we sat down and watched them fuck. They were grunting and moaning and very few words were audible except Lynda kept saying,"Yessss. Do it! Fuck me!" between grunts.
They were fucking hard for their orgasms and Linda came first followed shortly by Don. They collapsed together panting for air and sweating. They had no idea Sandy and I were sitting a few feet away watching them.
"Damn that was good," Don said. "That's a lot better pussy than I get at home."
"Better than I get too," Lynda said. "You've got more energy than Phil."
Don eased off of her and reached over to get his drink from the bedside table. That's when he saw us sitting on the couch. His face registered total shock.
"Sorry you don't like the pussy you get at home," I said. "You won't be getting any more of it in the future."
Lynda screamed in surprise and quickly pulled up the sheet to cover her nakedness. Don covered his genitals with the sheet and sat on the side of the bed. I walked to the door and turned on the overhead light.
Then I walked over to the refreshment center and opened the door.
"Phil, there are a couple of miniatures of scotch and one of Jack Daniels in here. Can I fix you a drink?"
"Yeah," he answered. "I'll take a scotch-rocks."
I proceeded to mix his drink and mine and as I walked over and handed Phil his I turned to a naked Lynda who was sitting up clutching the sheet tightly under her chin.
"Would you like a drink Lynda?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" Lynda screamed. "Get out of this room! We're naked!"
"Yes Lynda, I saw that when I came in. If it bothers you why don't you get out of bed and get dressed. Your husband has seen you naked I suppose. And my husband too, for that matter."
"Get out!" Lynda screamed.
"Lynda," I said calmly. "Your husband checked into this room this afternoon and upgraded it to a double. He's got as much right to be here as you have."
Then I walked over to the bed with a miniature of Jack Daniels, Don's favorite whisky, and removing the cap I freshened his drink sitting on the bedside table. Then I returned to the couch and sat down next to Phil.
"Now we have our drinks," I said. "Let's all have a nice friendly conversation starting off with when this affair started."
"Don't say anything Lynda," Don said. "We need to talk to a lawyer."
"Truer words were never spoken," I said. "And Don, he better be a damn good lawyer! I intend to take you for everything you have. Phil tells me that the video of you two fucking is good enough to be a feature film on the porn channel."
"VIDEO," Lynda screamed. "Of us fucking?"
"Don," I said. "Get up out of bed and put your pants on. Then pack your stuff and drive back to that hotel in Nashville."
"How did you ... " he began.
'A lucky guess Don," I said with a chuckle. "You're too smart to be in the same city at the same time as Lynda. Of course you're not as smart as Phil here. Phil figured it all out and got the evidence for our lawyers."
Don finished off his entire drink in a couple of swallows and got up and headed for the closet naked.
"Check out that little peter Lynda," I said. "Not very impressive when he gets scared is it? And believe me you little whore, my husband is scared shitless right now. And you ought to be just as scared as he is."
Phil got up and walked to the closet and got a big white fluffy robe that luxury hotels have for their guests. He walked over to the bed and pulled a naked Lynda out and helped her put on the robe. I looked at her body and saw nothing better than my own. What the hell, I thought. Don liked it.
"Everybody get comfortable," I said. "And lets talk. Phil why don't you tell them what your lawyer said?"
"The bottom line," Phil said, "is that with the reports of the private investigator and that video, any lawyer worth having will tell them to settle and if we don't ask for the moon they will settle without a trial."
Lynda was sitting next to Don on a small love seat. How appropriate I thought! Phil and I were on the couch. Lynda started to say something and Don hushed her up repeating what he had said earlier about seeing a lawyer before saying anything.
"Okay if you don't want to talk we'll leave you two love birds now," I said. "Lynda, my hubby, when he's really horny, is never satisfied with just one piece of ass. So suck that little thing and if he's not too scared he'll get hard again."
I touched Phil's elbow and he got up from the couch with me and we walked to the door and departed leaving our spouses sitting there on the love seat. As we went down the elevator I looked at the pain on Phil's face. He'd known it was happening for some time but actually seeing it had obviously hurt him. It's always worse for the guys I thought. Wives get angry and want revenge just like I'm feeling now. For a guy it's like he's been kicked in the balls.
We drove back to our hotel and sat down in our room and had another drink. We needed to talk.
"So now what happens?" I asked.
Phil answered as though reading from a list.
"You get a lawyer and I'll have mine talk to him and share all the stuff that detective collected. You throw that bastard out of your house and change the locks. I get all my stuff and move to a hotel room. Then we let the lawyers do what they get paid to do."
Then he got up and turned on the TV, went to his bag and got a DVD, and popping the DVD into the player, he said, "You need to see this Sandy. This is the edited version. The original is in a safety deposit box."
I watched a naked Lynda climb into bed followed by my naked husband with an erection. I looked at the time on the video screen and it showed 3:33 PM. The date was last Thursday. There was no foreplay. He just shoved it in and started fuckin her missionary.
"Romantic, isn't he," I said. "He just fucks. No foreplay. He's the same with me. Why the hell I let him get away with it all these years I'll never know."
Then Don grabs Lynda's hand and pulls it down under her thigh and she starts playing with his balls.
"I always have to do that for him," I said. "He can't fuck unless his balls are being massaged. Oh you horny bastard if only I had those balls in my hand right now I'd show you how angry I am."
We watched them fuck until the video said 3:41 PM and then Lynda screamed that she was gonna cum and her hips pumped frantically as her body trembled. Don fucked her harder and in a couple of minutes he groaned and pumped his load. They rested a few minutes and then whispered something that was not recognizable on the video cam recording.
At 3:50 Don grabbed her head and pushed her down to suck his soft cock. She went to work on it vigorously and in a couple of minutes she climbed on to do him cowboy.
"Did she kiss you last Thursday when you got home from the office?" I asked Phil. "If she did I hope she brushed her teeth first."
Phil chuckled and said, "You don't have to worry Sandy. He didn't eat pussy."
"Of course he didn't eat pussy. That bastard hasn't ever eaten pussy since we got married," I said.
Phil chuckled again and said, "Then he's missing out on a lot of fun. You eat pussy the right way and any bitch in the world will be your slave."
I was pissed, very pissed, but I felt my pussy tingle at the way Phil said that. I hadn't had my pussy eaten since college and I had long since given up on ever feeling it again.
We watched her tits bounce wildly as she pumped her ass and Don did his best to hump.
"What you said in their hotel room was right," Phil said. "Your husband's got a little dick. I don't understand what Lynda see's in this guy. He doesn't eat pussy and his dick's not big enough to matter."
"I don't think they're in love," I said. "Maybe she was horny and Don was the best she could find."
Then I thought better and said, "I'm sorry Phil I shouldn't have said that. If YOU were servicing that pussy she wouldn't go lookin for somebody else. It was that bastard Don! I wonder how this got started?"
"Maybe we'll never know," Phil said.
When they both got off the video clock said 4:05. They rested in bed for another five minutes and then got up to dress.
"Shit!" I said. "Less than an hour and zero post-coital kissing and cuddling. They just fucked like animals. This is not a love affair. This is just raw sex."
"Yeah that's what it is Sandy," Phil said. "Raw sex."
"I'm really pissed," I said.
"Yeah," Phil said, "I'm starting to get angry too. I better get out of here and find a hotel room."
"It's late. Almost midnight. Why not stay here?" I asked.
"Because we're both so angry at our spouses that if I stay here I'll fuck you," he said laughing.
I looked at him sitting there laughing and thought about that talented tongue he had described and remembered what it felt like all those years back in college to have a guy do that. What the hell? I thought. Why not?
"Not until you eat my pussy you won't fuck me," I said laughing with him. "I haven't had a tongue on my clit since college."
And that's how our long lasting affair began. He kissed me. Then he took charge and stripped me down buck-naked just the way I liked a man to do − like I was his private bitch. And I pranced around and showed him my body, naked in spikes.
Then he stripped himself and let me appreciate what I was about to receive. And as I looked at it standing out so hard and straight and thick I thanked the Good Lord and was truly grateful for what He had provided for me.
And then he DID me! And HOW he did me! Jesus how could any woman resist a man whose tongue was working on her clit like this. I hadn't felt a tongue on my clit since college. In just a couple of minutes I was getting very close to my orgasm.
Then he moved his tongue away from the head of my clit. You bastard! I thought as he teased the side of my clit. Don't do this to me! Don't tease me!
"Please! Please finish me off," I begged him as his tongue strayed up and down the side of my trembling clit and I moved my ass to catch it. "Please!"
"When it's time," he said lifting his head up briefly from my pussy. "I want you horny!"
Horny? Shit I was as horny as a bitch could be. He just held me on that high plateau only moments from my orgasm but he didn't finish me off. Then I started to beg like a thirty-five year-old woman should NEVER beg. I was begging like a teenager. The bastard owned me!
Finally he put his tongue on the sensitive head of my clit and moved it so fast I almost couldn't stand it. My orgasm exploded in my whole pelvis and I grabbed his head with both hands and held his face in my beaver pumping my ass like a slut, fuckin him in the face.
As my pelvis relaxed, I lay there panting and sated. But he wasn't finished with me. He moved up quickly between my legs with that big thing rock hard.
Then he slipped that cock into me so very gently and put my legs spread wide flat on the bed. Oh my God! His pubis was right on top of my clit and my clit was just recovering from what his tongue had done to her. Shit! He's fuckin me so softly and rubbin my clit with his pubic bone. He's gonna bring me off again!
I felt myself start to hump. I wanted to feel that bone pressing harder on my clit. My ass was no longer under my control. It belonged to him when he fucked me this way. I was fuckin for another orgasm right after he gave me the first one with his tongue. The bastard lifted up so I had to stretch up to reach him and he just teased me as I kept getting closer and closer to my orgasm.
Shit! Here I go again. The world seemed to disappear, as I was lost in pleasure. My whole pelvis erupted and I felt my vagina squeeze down on something thick and hard. Then I felt his hands under my thighs lifting me up as my orgasm continued and suddenly he was plunging his cock deep into me with my legs high in the air over his shoulders.
The bastard had kept me having my orgasm with my pussy squeezing his dick as he had his own pleasure, pumping his load into my helpless body. This is the way a woman needs it. Helpless ecstasy as a real man enjoys her body! I don't think I've ever been fucked this way. I lay there helplessly panting for air.
Before I knew what I was saying I screamed, "That stupid bitch. How the hell did she let you get away?"
Phil started laughing.
Then he said, "Some women lay back and take it and others want to be in charge."
"I'll lay back and take it whenever you have the time and inclination to give it to me," I said and I meant it.
I want this bastard I thought. I'm NOT gonna let him get away. After his divorce that talented tongue is gonna attract eager pussy like honey attracts flies and some of them are gonna be twenty-somethings with younger bodies than mine. What do I have to offer? I can suck cock like a pro and he's gonna want that cock of his sucked.
I'm right! He's already got his hand in my hair and I know what a hand on the back of my head means. I hate to say thank you to that bastard husband of mine but Don conditioned my tonsils for heavy use. Don just grabbed my head in both hands and fucked me in the mouth brutally. So now my tonsils can take a pounding and I never gag.
I just KNOW that this guy is gonna be gentle and loving − nothing at all like Don − but he'd still expect the knobby head of that big blue-veined monster to enjoy a soft pair of tonsils without the bitch coughing and gagging like a teenager. And I know I can swallow that wonderful thing like a woman should.
And I did. And he loved it!
It seemed like a lifetime since that damn doorbell rang this morning. I rolled over and went to sleep with the musky taste of a wonderful man in the back of my throat and the happiest pussy I'd had in years.
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"Guess what?" I typed into my instant messenger.
"What?" I received instantly.
"I'm coming to NYC at the end of the month! Too bad I don't know someone who could show me around."
After a minute, I read, "Yeah, that is too bad. Sucks to be you, I guess. LOL! Oh, wait, wait: I do believe I know someone who might be available."
"Do you now?"
"Oh, yes. He's perfect for you: tall, dark, handsome, a native, AND good with a paddle."
My pussy flooded with desire at those words from my online lover. We had been together online for over a year and this would be our first chance at a face to face meeting. I would be traveling to New York with my husband, who had a series of meetings. It wasn't the ideal arrangement, but I didn't have any other reason to go. I had just learned that morning that I could accompany my husband and already I was a bundle of nerves.
John, my online lover, fed my need to be dominated and spanked. I had asked my husband to be more forceful with me, but he treated me like spun glass. He always had. It was so gloriously sweet when we were first married, but I was getting the proverbial seven year itch, and getting it bad. I had changed and my needs had changed.
I wanted—no, I needed—a lover to spank me and use me and force me. I wanted to feel excited and exciting. "Treasured" is lovely, of course, but sometimes I wanted "Dirty."
So, I went online. I didn't start out with the idea of finding a lover. I started out just reading some sexy stories. I found out lots of women must feel like I feel—there were so many stories! Then I found the forum. I created a name and started participating. I quickly found that I could be more open, more daring, or even shocking. It was an intoxicating feeling of freedom and I was soon hooked.
Somehow, I fell into an easy relationship with John. It didn't start out sexual, but as we emailed, IM'ed, and chatted we revealed more of ourselves and our desires. Soon it became obvious our sexual desires were two halves of the same whole. John was the missing piece of me.
He introduced me to all sorts of feelings, toys, and practices that I had never experienced before. He was an amazing lover—and all from a thousand miles away. Now, finally, we would have a chance to meet in person. I hoped that we would have the same chemistry in person as we did online.
The next month crawled by. John and I made our plans for meeting, but that still left most of the time to an excited anticipation of the event.
Finally, finally, my husband and I made our way to New York. We'd be there for a week, for his meetings. I'd probably never see him, except late at night. I knew I would have lots of time to see the sights—I was particularly interested in visiting the Metropolitan Museum of Art. After checking in to our hotel Monday morning, that's the first place I went.
John texted me to say he had taken Tuesday off at work and would spend the whole day with me. I was so excited: I can't even remember the paintings I went to look at!
I prepared a fake itinerary in case my husband asked any questions, but he was gone before I even got up that morning. I carefully prepared myself for my lover: a full shave of my legs and pussy and then dressing in the bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings that I had bought especially for the occasion. I slipped on the little black dress and my fuck-me heels, picked up my special bag, and headed out to meet John.
John and I had exchanged photos, but nothing prepared me for the impact of meeting my lover in person. I knew that he was tall, with dark hair and eyes, and a sexy air about him that showed even in his pictures. But the way his smile lit up the room and the way his eyes drew me to him and the way subtle smiles played across his lips—those things I didn't know. And they devastated me.
I remember nothing of the coffee shop we met in that morning. All I remember is heat. A burning, searing fire in my brain, my nipples, and my cunt. John fed that fire the whole time we were there—touching me, teasing me, kissing me. He sat next to me at a tiny table, knees and feet entwined. He rubbed small circles on the back of my hand then sprinkled feathery kisses on the inside of my wrist.
He slipped his hand under the table and laid it on my thigh. After a moment, he inched my skirt up my legs. I squirmed, but stopped when he told me to be still. He asked me, "Are we going to do this, or not?"
I nodded.
"Answer me," he quietly demanded.
"Yes, Sir." I responded quietly. "We are going to do this, Sir. Please, Sir?" A chill went down my spine as I realized I really was going to let this man fuck me any way he wanted to.
He went back to hiking my skirt up my legs. My bare thighs were showing above my stockings and everyone seated around us could see. I felt my face burning. John decided he'd teased me enough and he stood. He picked up both of our small bags, then held his hand out to me. When I stood he moved his hand to the small of my back, and then to my ass. We walked like that to the hotel where he had reserved a room.
I asked John why we didn't just go to his place, since he was single. He said it was too far out. We wouldn't have to waste time traveling this way. I accepted his answer. Based on the amount of time it had taken me to get to the Met from my hotel room, it seemed sensible.
He retrieved the door key and we headed to the elevator. At that time of day, we were the only ones in it. John immediately turned to me and kissed me on the lips. Our first real kiss. It was magical! It was passionate! It was everything I hoped it would be!
We stumbled to the room. John quickly swiped the key card then threw our bags on a chair. We attacked each other: his hands unzipping my dress, my hands pulling at the buttons on his shirt. I slipped out of my dress and panties. He watched me as he undressed, looking at me hungrily.
He said, "Babe, I've gotta be in you right now, no playing around. I've waited too long for this. I promise after this will be for you."
He stalked me backwards to the bed until I collapsed on it. He grabbed my legs and jerked me close to him. He set his cock at my warm, wet entrance, and pushed slowly all the way in. He stopped and groaned, "SO fucking good!"
He retreated then slid slowly in to the hilt again. He groaned again, "Too damn good!"
He pulled back out and pinched his cock for a moment. When he was able again, he started fucking me, fast and hard. This was what I wanted: a man so desirous of me that he can't control himself! He punished my pussy with the force of his fucking. The kind of fucking I wanted so bad. An orgasm quickly built and I was screaming out wordlessly, my pussy grabbing his cock. He screamed out, "Fuuuu!" and his cum jetted deep into my pussy.
After a minute, he scooped me up higher on the bed. He lay down beside me and petted me, cooing sweet nothings in my ear. He always did that when we were online, too—it was one of the things that kept me coming back to him.
The cocoon of pleasure he had woven around us lulled us both to sleep.
Some time later, I woke up. Or, I thought I woke up. I couldn't be sure as I couldn't see. I tried to swat away whatever it was obstructing my vision and realized I couldn't move my hands. I tried kicking. I couldn't move my feet either. I called out, a little scared, "John? John is that you?" No one answered though.
Suddenly I smelled the sharp tang of orange peel. Something cold and wet touched my lips, insisting to be let in. I opened my mouth and the expected orange slice slid in. I ate it, grateful for the cool juices. Another orange slice touched my lips and I opened my mouth for it eagerly. But no orange slice slid in. Instead I jerked as I felt the cool juices of the orange, I assume, drip down on my breast. That was followed by a warm mouth licking and sucking the juices away.
Next I heard the sound of a lighter being flicked, and the slight smell of burning. I jerked again, violently, when hot wax was dribbled over my tummy. I cried out and another orange slice was put in my mouth. I ate the orange slice as the wax cooled.
Next, I felt tickling on the soles of my feet. It was so light I wasn't sure if it was even there. I concentrated on determining what, if anything, was happening to my feet.
So I was startled by a finger softly investigating the folds of my pussy. My attention focused on that finger. I moaned and it was replaced with an ice cube. I shrieked with the shocking cold of it as it followed the path the finger had previously traced. My shrieks brought a hand down firmly on my mouth.
The ice cube was pushed into my cunt. I squirmed and wiggled, gasping with the cold, trying to dislodge the cube. I managed not to shriek, though, and the hand slowly moved down from my mouth to a breast. At first the hand just cupped my breast, allowing my nipple to brush against the palm as I tried to move away from the ice. But gradually the hand began squeezing; pleasantly firmly and then tighter and tighter until it was the hand I wished to get away from. A mouth descended on my other breast then, sucking sweetly. A tongue flicked gently back and forth across the tight nub of my nipple as the other breast was being held in a vice grip. The pleasure at one breast and the pain from the other confused my senses. I didn't know whether to moan in agony or ecstasy.
Suddenly the hand and the mouth were both gone. Relief and regret flooded me at the loss. As the throbbing in the mauled breast ebbed, a fire began to burn in the other. There must have been something in his mouth, I realized, as the heat scorched my nipple and aureole. I panted and huffed with the growing agony of the burn.
My senses were distracted just a bit as I felt the feather-light tickling on the bottoms of my feet again. I tried to shift my attention to the more pleasurable tickling and was grateful to find the burn receding as the tickling took over. I realized, as the tickling began to move up my legs, that it must actually be feathers. They danced across my skin, leaving me delightfully sensitized. Higher up my leg to my thighs the feathers danced. I began to anticipate their touch on my pussy. What would that feel like, I wondered. They'll get all wet, I thought, giggling.
The feathers spent an agonizingly short time teasing my pussy before they moved up. Tickling across my tummy made me squeal and giggle and try to get away again. But dancing across my breasts was delightfully teasing. I pushed my breasts up into the teasing feathers, but they moved on to my neck and face. When the feathers kissed my lips I smelled my arousal on them.
The kiss of the feathers was replaced by the kiss of two orange-sweet lips. I eagerly returned the kiss.
A hand cupped my mound, just resting there as we kissed. I pushed my hips up to try to increase contact with the hand. Fingers slowly traced up and down my pussy while the thumb started big circles around my engorged clit. The kiss ended as the fingers pushed into my wet hot core, one at a time. After three fingers were inserted, they began to fuck me. The thumb circled tighter around my clit.
I gasped with pleasure, only to find my mouth immediately filled with cock. The cock's movements matched the fingers' movements. I felt gloriously dirty and well-used being fucked in two of my holes simultaneously. As my orgasm approached, my mouth stilled as I focused on the thumb strumming my clit. The cock and the fingers increased to a furious pace. I arched off the bed, gagging on cock, but not caring.
I heard muffled sounds as the cock slipped from my throat. I inhaled deeply, gasping, while my pussy kept clenching. I felt hot wet cum splash my mouth and neck. I stuck my tongue out and licked up what I could reach.
One by one my limbs were released. Then the mask covering my eyes was lifted. John took each hand in his, massaging the blood back into them. He moved to my feet and did the same with my ankles. He wiped the remaining cum from my face using a wet cloth and a caress. I sighed deeply.
John lay down beside me and pulled me to him. "That was amazing, pet."
I nodded. I couldn't express my happiness and satisfaction adequately, except to try to do so with kisses. He let me pepper his face and upper chest with light kisses for several minutes, then took my face in both of his hands, stilling it. He captured my eyes with his and I saw all of his longing for me in them. My heart skipped a beat as the precious moment stretched out. He slowly lowered his mouth to mine, kissing lips to lips, sweetly, then with more pressure. Soon he was ravishing my mouth and I was breathless with desire again.
He broke the kiss, still cradling my face. He chuckled low and said, "I'm good, pet, but not that good. Come. Let's eat and rest a bit."
I sat up in bed, smiling, and John brought over a large tray filled with crudites and finger sandwiches. We fed them to each other, each of us suddenly ravenous. John had ordered champagne as well. We toasted each others' most favorite body parts, giggling and kissing.
Soon we were sated yet tipsy. We fell to the bed in a tumble of limbs and were both asleep again in a moment.
I awoke some time later, needing to pee. I extricated myself from John's embrace as gently as I could and padded, naked, to the bathroom. Returning to the bedroom, I noticed John's pants laying across a table. The hump where his wallet was in his pocket was clear. I looked at the wallet and realized I could find an awful lot of either proof or disproof of the things John had told me over the last year. Was he really single? No kids? Never married?
I was tempted, very tempted. I reached for the wallet but paused, then pulled my hand back. I made the conscious decision, as I had many times before, to trust him. I had no other choice.
I turned to the bed. There he was: John, Sir. My lover. In word and now in deed. My heart filled with emotions I wasn't sure I could handle. How was I ever going to be able to walk away from him after this? My eyes filled with tears I struggled not to shed.
John lifted his head and looked directly at me. His head tilted as he said, "Hey, now, pet! None of that!"
I tried a shaky smile.
John stood up and reached for me. I walked into his embrace. He wiped a tear from my cheek that I hadn't realized I'd cried. "Our time is short, yes," he said. "But that just means we have to make the most of it, doesn't it?"
I nodded against his chest. How did he know me so well, I wondered for the hundredth time.
"Now what can I do to jolly you out of your funk?" John made a big show of pretending to ponder the question deeply. Already my mood began to lift.
"A joke, a joke!" he cried. Wiggling his eyebrows theatrically at me, he asked, "What does a wicked chicken lay?"
"I have no idea," I replied, smiling broadly.
"Deviled eggs!"
I groaned at the joke, but John's overly dramatic, triumphant recital of the answer had me laughing out loud. John laughed along with me.
We hugged after that, John looking down into my eyes. His smile held approval. "There's my pet." He dropped a kiss on my nose.
I was so gratified to win John's approval. I often felt as though I lived for his approval, and this was one of those times. I was so very tempted to tell him that I loved him, but I refrained. We had agreed long ago not to use "the L word." Perhaps we could keep our emotions under control if we neither said it nor heard it. Well, we thought it was worth a try.
John went to the bed and pulled out all the restraints he had used on me before. He grinned at me as he asked, "Ready to ramp it up?"
The undisguised want in John's face and voice nearly undid me. The hint of danger in the idea of "ramping it up" sent a frisson of fear down my spine. I felt goose pimples raise on my skin.
I think John saw that instant of fear—I saw his cock jump and grow. He narrowed his eyes and lowered his voice, pointing to a small desk. "Bend over the desk."
John used the restraints to lash my wrists and ankles to the legs of the desk. Satisfied with his work, he walked around the desk, looking at me. My asshole and pussy were completely exposed to him. I felt embarrassed and vulnerable. But I knew that he was seeing a wet pussy, with lips engorged in desire.
The longer he looked at me, the more apprehensive and yet impatient I grew. I whimpered with desire and frustration.
As though he was waiting for my whimper, he then moved to stand in front of me. I could see his cock fully hard, bobbing in my face. He grabbed a big handful of my hair and used it to hold my head still. His other hand guided his cock to my face, rubbing it across my cheeks and lips.
"Open, pet."
I opened my mouth and he slid his cock between my lips, his hands going to my head and down my back. He ran his fingers through my hair once, then again, but stopped with his fingers buried in my hair and gripping my head. He held my head still and pumped his hips back and forth. I swirled my tongue around his cock. My mouth filled with saliva, then ran out, coating my chin.
Being tied up and used was quite erotic, but it wasn't quite enough. I wanted...more. As John pulled back from my face, I spit his cock out and demanded, "Fuck my face, dammit!"
John looked at me like he couldn't quite believe I had just said that. I couldn't either, actually. But, then he obliged. He hammered his cock into my open mouth, gagging me as he hit the back of my throat. However he only did it a few times. Then he pulled back out again.
I whined, "No!"
John walked behind me and after a moment I felt a shocking blow across my ass. It was loud and made me jump and gasp. The paddle slammed my ass again and again. I was having a hard time catching my breath until he stopped. My ass stung. I thought it was probably glowing cherry red.
There was an unnerving silence until I felt pressure at the opening of my pussy. I thought it was either his cock or a dildo. It pushed in just a shade, then withdrew. It smeared my juices all over my pussy, lips, clit, and asshole, too. It took only a moment until I was trying to capture it within my pussy and groaning with the teasing torture of it.
In a low, even voice, John said, "You don't demand. You ask nicely."
I was desperate for his cock. With no thought to pride, I begged for it. "Please, Sir? Please fuck me?"
John made me wait another agonizing moment, then slowly brought his cock to my dripping wet pussy. He positioned it, just touching my opening, tantalizing me further. Finally, he slid slowly, deeply, all the way into my quivering, needy cunt.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I groaned, "Oh, god, yes!"
John grasped my ass, kneading it, as he fucked me deeply, but slowly. He stretched me so wonderfully at first, but I felt my orgasm slip away at the relentlessly methodical fucking. I was still tied to the table, yes, but where was the dirty fucking I wanted?
A chant began in my mind: "Fucking fuck me, you fucker!" I enjoyed the naughtiness of the words so much. I didn't realize that I actually said them out loud.
John stopped completely. The cold steel in his voice when he said, "What did you call me?" sent a shiver down my spine.
I tried to appease him by answering, "Sir" but the lie came out as a squeak.
He said, "I am fucking you. But don't call me a fucker."
He moved back in front of me and shoved his cock back in my mouth. He fucked my mouth hard, groin slamming into my nose, balls slapping my chin.
"You better fucking learn to talk to me, slut, or you will only drink my cum and your pussy will be a dry desert."
I tried to nod my head as he used my mouth with his cock. He held my head as he fucked my mouth hard. I gagged with each deep thrust.
Finally he stopped, pulling out and crouching down before me. He captured my eyes with his and asked, "Understand?"
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One time my husband was away on a work trip, and my boyfriend had come over the day he returning. I thought we had a lot of time, but rightin the middle of it, my husband called, saying he was at the airport, he got an early flight (about 5 hours early!) and for me to come pick him up. It was so erotic talking to him while my boyfriend was between my legs! Well, we went ahead and finished, and I needed toget going. My boyfriend surprised me and made me dress without showering, so Iheaded out the door, still sweaty from sex with cum leaking into my panties! By the time I got to the airport, my panties were soaked, but I couldn’t do anything since I just picked him up on the drive by. I had the windows rolled down to make sure there wasn't any smell, I was so worried! But my hubby was so horny; he made me pull over into a deserted lot. I quickly got my panties off before he could see them andproceeded to fuck him silly. It was so funny; he even commented that I must have been so horny too since I was so wet! I agreed wholeheartedly,and let him fuck me, his dick swimming in my boyfriend's cum!
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A Cheating Wife Comforts A Grieving Husband
A CHEATING WIFE COMFORTS A GRIEVING HUSBAND by Musicman
(Based on a recently true story experienced by Mistress Cheri and transcribed by me!)
My husband and I have been married for 16 years and to say that all the passion is gone is an understatement. I have also fallen out of love with him and the thought of any sexual contact with him is unappealing. I had decided to leave him and I told him how I felt. It was a sad situation because we have kids together but I couldn't live like a room mate with him anymore so I thought it would be best to confront the situation head on rather then live out a lie.
If that wasn't stressful enough, my best friend Sarah's son died. He had been ill most of his life and finally succumbed to that illness. Needless to say, Sarah and her husband Andrew were devastated and so was I. I've known them for years and I consider them almost family.
Since things were tense at home with my husband, I decided to stay over for several nights at my best friend's house to help them through the grieving process. That first day was tough. Sarah and Andrew were surrounded by family and friends. They put on a brave face but inside, the grief was coming off of them in waves.
Pretty soon everyone filtered out of the house and left me alone with both of them. We had a quick dinner in and then chatted in the living room. We recounted old stories, laughed and cried, trying to distract us from our grief. Finally Sarah excused herself to go to bed. I told Andrew I would stay up chatting with him for a little while longer before retiring to their teenage daughter's bedroom upstairs on the second floor.
I suggested we get into our pajamas so we could be comfortable and hang out on the couch not thinking that it was going to lead to anything. I could tell he was hurting emotionally from all the grieving he had done during the day. He needed touch and I offered to rub his back to relax him. Sarah was upstairs already asleep and he and I were alone on the couch in front of a warm fire. He had such a warm sweet energy, I felt myself drawn to him. After so much intense pain and sharing from the day, I sat beside this poor wounded man who had lost his son on the couch, and started using my fingers on him. My heart just went out to him.
He lay down on the couch, and I ran my hands under his shirt rubbing his lower back. Soon, his hips started to respond to my touch. I took off his shirt to get more access to his lower back. Once I started rubbing him, massaging him with my hands and he was moving to my touch, I kissed his lower back.
He slid his pajama bottoms down a bit over his hips giving me more access but asked if it was ok. I said yes and I helped him gently pull them down a bit exposing the top of his ass cheeks. I bent down and kissed the cheeks gently.
He then asked me if we could make love. It was more about feeling for him then sex at this point, but I was starting to get very turned on. A positive hot emotion in a sea of black from that day of emotional turmoil.
It didn't take much to convince me. I think I needed it too. I had known this man for years and I already had feelings for him. When he asked me if we could make love he turned over and I saw his cock protruding against his pajama bottoms. I ran my fingers along his hips and gave into the passion.
He followed me up to their daughter's bedroom where I would be sleeping during the week. The house was quiet and my friend was sound asleep. We got into the room and shut the door. He undressed in front of me and I couldn't help admire his beautiful body. He had a beautiful cock. It must have been at least 8 inches long. My friend had told me about his nice cock and here I had my own personal showing. He was hurting emotionally so much and I felt like I was helping and comforting so I went with it. He had started the seduction in the living room, and I thought I would finish it in the bedroom.
I ran my hands over his naked hips, his hips moving, his soft moans all encouraged me to continue. He turned around, and I licked his sweet ass but he loved it when I licked his balls. His soft moans were all the reward I needed. I could not say no to him. I decided he could do whatever he wanted, I was his for the night.
After sucking on his balls I moved up to his sweet penis. I took the head into my mouth and started sucking and he loved it! His shaft really filled my mouth and I felt a tingle in my pussy because I knew it would feel great there too.
He told me to turn over and he said, "your cunt is so hot! When we were downstairs on the couch I couldn't wait to taste you with my mouth," and without another word, he pulled my hips to his face and buried his tongue in my pussy!
I was so impressed with his beautiful cock that I sucked on it some more while he tongue my sweet cunt. He spoiled me with attention then made love to me. He poked his sweet cock in and out of me, loving me and took me to heights of passion that felt so good. I loved when he talked about my cunt because it was so raw and real.
He finally left my bed and I fell asleep but that was not the end of it by a long shot. My pussy was tender from all of the pounding but it was a good soreness.
The next morning I was awakened by the sound of his beautiful voice. Followed the sound downstairs to find him and my friend at the kitchen table laughing and sobbing. It was about bonding in grief but when our eyes locked, both of us knew that we wanted each other again.
I drove home the second night to check in on my husband and the kids but I came right back later that evening in a snow storm. I arrived at 10pm and they were both up still. We had a great night laughing and telling stories, drinking wine and feeling good. I offered a joint to share with everyone thinking we all could use it. We all smoked and Andrew kept making eyes at me the entire time. My friend complained that the pot I had brought was weak so we teased her. "Give it 10 minutes," I said.
In short order we put Sarah to bed who had started to pass out. I undressed and crawled into bed. Andrew came in and slipped into bed with me. We fell into each other's arms and started making out like teenagers. I felt for his cock beneath the sheets. There were still so many emotions at play, my mind kept telling me that I was doing nothing more than comforting a distressed man.
He kissed his way down my stomach and found my hot pussy already wet with anticipation. As soon as his tongue found it, I moaned. His tongue felt so good lapping up my juices. He lifted my hips and tongued at my asshole. I was in heaven as he concentrated his efforts to pleasure me. He showered me with so much attention I was in heaven.
He came up to my face and kissed me hotly on the mouth and I could taste my sweet juices on his tongue. He grabbed my ass cheeks urgently and pulled me toward his growing erection. Quickly he maneuvered around and got on top of me and before I could blink he had slid his entire shaft inside me. God it felt so good as he started to stroke me in and out. I started whispering in his ear, "Oh yes baby, fuck me. Your cock is so hot. Oooh yes, you're so good. My fucking god, I love your cock, it's so fucking good!"
He fucked me for what seemed like hours until finally he pulled out and climbed up toward my face. I sticked my tongue out and he shot his huge load onto my tongue and my face. Hmm he tasted so good! I caught his delicious load in my mouth and when I felt I had saved up all of his offering, I swallowed loudly for effect. With a smile I looked up at him and said, "Hmm, thank you for my midnight snack!" "Your very welcome baby," he said sweetly.
The next day ANdrew needed to pick something up in town and after dropping Sarah off at work, we drove to a secluded spot and parked the car. We got into the back seat and fucked like teenagers. He had never made out in a car before so this was a real treat for him. Right away I unbuckled his pants and yanked his cock out. It bobbed up in the air already erect and I pounced on it like a cock hungry teenager. I sucked his beautiful shaft until he begged to fuck me. He pulled my pants and panties down with one smooth move and entered me.
"You're corrupting me baby," I said. "This is so wrong but it feels so fucking good," said Andrew. He made love to me in the back seat for another half hour until we both got too nervous to continue. He came inside me shooting his cum deep into me. As I pulled up my pants I could still feel his cum leaking out and dripping down my thighs.
That was three days ago and even though having an affair with this sweet hot man is so taboo and feels like such a betrayal to my best friend Sarah, I can't help myself when I'm around him. I find that I am aching for him during the day now. I haven't been able to get another moment alone with him, but I'm getting the sense that he wants to continue with the affair as well. Against my better judgment, I think we will continue to fuck in secret. Discretion is key, but he is such a hot lover, my judgment be damned...I'm going to go for it!
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