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Sex with a Stranger

1/7/2005

There was a knock at the door. I was brought out of reverie
as the pounding intruded on my consciousness. Lost somewhere
between deep thought and real life, I’m caught off balance
by this disturbance; my writing interrupted, a new world
put on hold.
<br>
In a daze, I opened the door, wondering idly who it might
be.
<br>
There stands a man on my front step whom I do not know. My questioning
gaze sweeps his presence and instantly assesses.
<br>
This man is about 25 with short, dark hair. Finely built,
his athletic appearance is well framed in faded blue jeans
and a nice-fitting rugby shirt. Green eyes took me in as
the instant assessment was returned automatically.
<br>
Self-consciously, I run tired fingers through my tousled
hair.
<br>
"Can I help you?" I ask, returning to the here
and now. All thoughts of my book have flown.
<br>
"Yes, I'm looking for Mr. Lawson? I understand
he has a model train for sale."
<br>
"He does, but he's not at home right now."
<br>
"Damn, I knew I should have called. I came out on the
off chance as I was in town on business. I live in Dallas."
Disappointment showed on his face as he had come such a long
way.
<br>
"Well, you’re welcome to look at the train. It's
in the bedroom." A slight chill went through me at
the notion of being in a bedroom alone with this man.
<br>
I laughed inwardly. 'He's just a boy' I thought
to myself and shook it off.
<br>
"I'd like that." He said brightly and I
tried not to laugh as I took his words at their meaning but
also within the context of my previous fancy.
<br>
As I led the way through the house, I felt his eyes on me. I
was wearing dark, form-fitting blue jeans and a striped
tee shirt. I hadn't thought to put a bra on that morning,
as I wasn't expecting company. My unconfined breasts
stretched the fabric and my nipples were visible just below
the thin material - even more so as I realized they were hardening.
<br>
We reached the bedroom and I kept my back to him as I tried
to concentrate on the model train set. My husband had stored
it under the bed so I bent over and reached beneath the bed.
My hand groped in the darkness until I felt the box and dragged
it out.
<br>
The box was large and the stranger bent down to help me. As
he was positioned slightly behind me, his arm brushed my
breast as he reached past.
<br>
My heart beat a little faster and my breath caught in my throat.

<br>
I think he noticed, though he didn't say a word.
<br>
We put the box on the bed and took the lid off, "This
is it." I said.
<br>
I stepped back as he proceeded to inspect the goods. I watched
him, as he looked the train cars and tracks over intently,
shivering as my errant thoughts wondered at his probing
fingers. They were long and lean with blunt tips and well
manicured nails.
<br>
He must have spoken to me. I didn't hear what he said,
but he looked at me expectantly.
<br>
"I'm sorry. My thoughts were elsewhere. What
did you say?" I crossed my arms to hide my firm breasts
and rigid nipples. At this point, I was rather self-conscious
about them.
<br>
His keen gaze took in my deliberate movement and sudden
awkward composure.
<br>
The stranger smiled as if to put me at ease.
<br>
"This is a nice train set." He said, "Your
husband is a good builder."
<br>
"Yes, he's very thorough and doesn't cut
corners." I answered yanking my eyes from his to look
at the model train.
<br>
As if sensing my discomfort, he sat on the bed and looked
around the room. Playing on the nervous tension, he looked
me up and down slowly, no doubt trying to ken what kind of
woman I was by the decor of the room.
<br>
"So, what does your husband do?" He asked politely,
still watching me intently.
<br>
"He's a mechanic." I answered, "He
works on big trucks. Doesn't usually get home till
about 6:00 p.m."
<br>
I have NO idea why I offered that last bit of information.
I blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice in the shadowy
bedroom.
<br>
The clock next to him showed 2:10 p.m. and he saw my eyes flit
there and back.
<br>
"Will you be in town that late?" I asked when
he didn't say anything.
<br>
"I hope so." His purring voice made my knees
weak and I could hardly concentrate for the blood rushing
in my ears.
<br>
"I'm very interested, ” he continued. Even
though I told myself we were discussing the train, he never
looked away from me, "I think we can both come to a pleasurable
close on this deal."
<br>
I no longer had any doubts about the conversation...we
were no longer discussing the model train.
<br>
He was bartering for me now.
<br>
The sudden realization that he wanted me was re-enforced
by the burgeoning bulge in his jeans. He parted his legs
to draw my attention and I couldn't help but look.
<br>
Now he knew, without doubt, that I noticed his erection.
The fact that I wasn't fleeing the room in self-righteous
disgust spoke volumes.
<br>
I licked suddenly dry lips and this turned him on more as
he probably imagined said lips wrapped around his hard
dick or maybe my darting tongue teasing his balls.
<br>
I must say my thoughts were in much the same direction. I
wondered how big he was under those jeans; was he thick or
long or both?
<br>
With all pretense lost, he beckoned me closer. At first,
I froze. I knew there was reason not to do this but, at the
time, I couldn’t remember what it was.
<br>
Doubt clouded his eyes as, for a moment, he thought I might
decline his invitation.
<br>
He opened his mouth to speak, to cry off maybe? Just then
I moved. He accepted me into the circle of his arms and pulled
me between his legs.
<br>
The contact was electric!
<br>
A shock went through my nervous system. His mouth was hot
and wet on my breast even through my shirt. My nipples sprang
to stiff nubs at his arduous attention. He couldn’t get
my shirt up fast enough so I helped to take it off so he could
focus on my breasts.
<br>
Oh, the man was good with his mouth!
<br>
I realized, at that point, I didn’t even know his name and
he didn’t know mine. It didn’t really matter though…and
this is how I wanted it. Anonymous sex with a stranger: the
thought turned me on even more.
<br>
His lips continued their sweet torment of my breasts as
his nimble fingers deftly removed my jeans, then he slid
my panties down until they lay in a heap on the floor at my
feet.
<br>
I stood before him, naked, bared to his appreciative green
eyes. He sat back, drinking me in. The scrutiny made me self-conscious
again.
<br>
I moved impatiently but he merely laughed and reached out
to run his fingers through the nest of curls at my nexus.
The tips of his fingers brushed my swollen, wet clitoris
and I made a small noise at the back of my throat.
<br>
“Oh, is this what you want?” he asked, teasing. He was still
fully clothed, sitting on my husband’s bed, while stoking
my lust and gazing at my naked body.
<br>
“Yes, ” I whispered, as he reached up to fondle my breast.
<br>
I knelt before him and he watched intently as began to work
clumsily at the fastenings of his jeans. Damn those button
fly’s!
<br>
I finally released the last button and his hardened cock
sprang forth, unfettered.
<br>
Oh my Goddess, he was huge! My eyes widened in wonder at the
smooth, stiff member only inches from my face. The mere
brush of my breath on his cock made him groan, he was so tightly
wound.
<br>
This reaction belied his nonchalant attitude and I felt
emboldened, empowered.
<br>
I reached out and wrapped my cool fingers around his hot
cock. He lay back on the bed, his breath becoming ragged
as I started to work him up and down slowly.
<br>
With my free hand, I worked his jeans down passed his knees.
I spread his legs, sliding my hand from his knee to his crotch
where I fondled his balls.
<br>
A bead of cum formed on the tip of his dick. It ran slowly down
the side and I stopped stroking him so that I could lick the
salty trail back to the tip.
<br>
He shuddered and moaned, “Oh God…”
<br>
At that point, I took him fully in my mouth. My hands pushed
his shirt up as they slid up his firm stomach to his chest.
I stroked his nipples with my fingertips just as I stroked
his dick with my tongue.
<br>
He clenched his fingers in my hair, forcing my head down
so that I could take him deeper into my mouth. I almost gagged
as the tip of his dick touched the back of my throat and I swallowed
convulsively which only added to his pleasure.
<br>
I sucked him slowly at first. He squirmed beneath me, silently
begging for more. I slid my finger down his balls and traced
the line of his asshole, probing.
<br>
There is something to be said for being an older, more experienced
woman.
<br>
The tables had turned. Where his youthful body and good
looks had captivated me from the start, my knowledge and
years of sexual exploration took over making me more confident.

<br>
Instead of the seduced, I was the seducer, having him fully
at my mercy as I continued to suck his cock faster, using
my fingers in ways he’d probably never felt.
<br>
At least he knew how to accept pleasure without needing
to be in control.
<br>
I had worked him almost to a frenzy, but I was determined
to have my hot, wet pussy wrapped around that large, hard
cock before it was all over.
<br>
I sucked him to the brink of orgasm and stopped just as he
was about to shoot off in my mouth. I mourned missing the
taste of his warm cum but my cunt was begging for some of that
action as well.
<br>
I gave him a moment to recoup then moved to straddle him.
<br>
“Yeah, baby” he said in a pretty good imitation of Austin
Powers. I giggled as I lowered myself slowly, enjoying
the feel as his thick cock slid inside me.
<br>
The stranger grabbed my hips and thrust himself inside
me. My pussy closed over him in spasming pleasure, stroking
him tightly just as my hand had.
<br>
Our sweat-covered bodies began to move in harmonious urgency.
Each thrust drove deeper inside me and brought us both closer
to climax. Each caress, each kiss, sealed my doom…I could
never take it back.
<br>
I was fucking a stranger in my husband’s bed…the bed we had
shared for 15 years. And it was a great fuck too.
<br>
He reamed me from beneath and I rode him hard, like a cowgirl
riding a wild bronco. We rocked the bed till I thought it
would break…or I would. My poor thighs would feel like gelatin
in the morning.
<br>
How would I explain that to my husband? I almost giggled
at the thought, “Sorry dear, I was fucking some guy yesterday…I
mean, really FUCKING him hard!”
<br>
Just then, the tempo changed. Too late, I felt the stranger
begin to roll beneath me….
<br>
I followed his gaze and found, to my absolute horror, my
husband standing there in the doorway. He was home early!
I looked at the clock in disbelief…
<br>
There was murder in his eyes and he had his belt wrapped around
his large hands. How long he had stood there, watching us
fuck, I have no idea.
<br>
The young stranger tried to get up but I was frozen with fear,
unable to move, and so we stayed there, he lying beneath
me with his quickly shriveling erection still inside me.
<br>
My naked body quivered as I wondered what would happen next.
<br>
Then he moved.
<br>
Before I knew what was happening, my husband took the belt
in his hand and quickly tied the stranger’s hand together,
then he strapped them to the headboard. The young man cried
out, in fear of his life. He begged, he cajoled, he tried
to blame it all on me.
<br>
In the process, I was knocked off and my survival instincts
told me run.
<br>
I didn’t even make it to the door.
<br>
Garrett, my husband, grabbed my hair and dragged me painfully
back to the bed.
<br>
“So you wanna get fucked by a younger man, huh?” he growled
in my ear, “You like younger men? I’m not good enough for
you any longer? I’ll show you.”
<br>
Dread knifed my heart at his words.
<br>
“Get over there you cunt!” he roared as he threw me by my hair
towards the bed.
<br>
It all felt surreal. I felt unattached to my own body…as
if I were floating above it all, watching.
<br>
Garrett proceeded to get another belt from the closet and,
as he came towards me, I whimpered.
<br>
There was no mercy in his eyes as he lifted me roughly by my
arm.
<br>
“Don’t you dare fight me, you cunt, or it’ll be 10 times worse.”
His breath brushed my ear in a deadly whisper.
<br>
Numbly, I allowed him to break me over the bed, my soft ass
bared to his belt. He held me down by my hair and made me face
the stranger who was struggling to free himself.
<br>
I closed my eyes, waiting in dread for the first hard blow
of the belt to slam into my ass.
<br>
But it never came.
<br>
I opened my eyes. The stranger was no longer struggling…instead
he was watching my husband who was out of my sight behind
me.
<br>
“Wait.” He said, “I have a better idea.”
<br>
Garrett’s voice had changed. It was no longer rough with
emotion…I could hear the slow, calculating timbre in his
voice. Instead of working from a place of hurt emotion,
he had suddenly become cold and thoughtful.
<br>
He released his hold on my hair and I slowly stood up, wary.
He looked me up and down. My naked body used to turn him on…now
he viewed me with a cold stare.
<br>
I could see he was getting hard beneath his work pants but
it was more from the thought of what he would do than from
wanting me…
<br>
“Get in the bed.” He ordered. I hesitated and, suddenly,
I felt the sting of the belt on my breast.
<br>
Crying out, I cringed and quickly crawled into the bed,
our bed, with the stranger.
<br>
Garrett began to undo his pants, slowly and methodically.
He was playing mind games with us now.
<br>
“What are you going to do?” The man asked nervously.
<br>
My husband didn’t answer, only continued to remove his
clothes. He was naked from the waste down now and his hard
cock hung at attention as he removed his shirt.
<br>
I’d always enjoyed his cock…liked having it inside me,
sucking it, licking it, tasting the cum as he exploded with
lust. Now, I felt fear…and wonder…and something else?
<br>
How was he going to punish us?
<br>
I must admit, I started getting a little excited by the thought
of him punishing me with that big, hard cock. I knew the situation
was serious and tried to stifle my reaction but, perversely,
it grew.
<br>
I squirmed a little at the stinging of my breast and the wetness
that drenched my pussy.
<br>
“On your knees!” he told the nameless youth tied to the headboard.
<br>
“I can’t!” he cried pitifully, gesturing to the belt tightly
binding his wrists.
<br>
“Don’t fuck with me!” Garrett yelled. He grabbed the man
roughly and twisted the belt, forcing the man to roll over
onto his stomach.
<br>
The stranger struggled to get to his knees…to do as my husband
said...before he felt the sting of the belt himself.
<br>
Now he gripped the headboard with his hands and balanced
on his knees, awaiting the next, inevitable order.
<br>
Garrett looked at me then. My heart sank at that look…full
of calculated malice…yet my body responded wondering
what was next.
<br>
“Make that poor idiot hard again.” He said. I thought I had
heard him wrong…again I felt the sting of the belt, this
time on my other breast, as I hesitated.
<br>
“What? Are you stupid, bitch? Jack him off!” I immediately
grabbed the stranger’s flaccid cock and started pumping
the life back into it.
<br>
Despite the situation, it didn’t take long to make him hard
again. He even groaned a little as I stroked him and caressed
his balls.
<br>
Garrett watched intently the whole time.
<br>
When the young man was hard again, Garrett gave the next
instruction.
<br>
“Get under him, ass up.”
<br>
This time, I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t want to feel the pop
of the belt again.
<br>
I squirmed my way under the stranger with my back against
his chest and his hard dick pressed between my ass cheeks.
<br>
“Now, fuck her in the ass.” Garrett said. He grabbed the
stranger’s cock in his own hand and placed the tip on my asshole.
<br>
He then stepped back and I heard the pop as he smacked the
man’s ass with the belt.
<br>
I screamed as he drove into my tight ass with no warning…and
no lubrication. I felt the bed dip as Garrett got on but I
was in too much pain to care what he was doing.
<br>
Why was he making the stranger fuck my ass? Why wasn’t he
doing it himself? He knew I didn’t like being ass fucked
which was why he was punishing me this way, but I was surprised
he didn’t take the liberty himself. It always turned him
on to think of ramming my tight ass.
<br>
A second later, I learned why.
<br>
The stranger cried out and jerked hard as my husband rammed
his hard cock into the stranger’s asshole!
<br>
I couldn’t believe it! My husband was fucking the young
man’s ass!
<br>
With each thrust of my husband’s hard cock, the man cried
out and was forced deeper into me. To make it worse, Garrett
started striking the man’s bare ass with the belt.
<br>
Thrust for thrust, strike for strike, he tormented us.
<br>
The young man and I were having our asses reamed as punishment
for our selfish act of adultery. Garrett had found an inventive
way to do it too.
<br>
We both cried and pleaded as my husband continued to fuck
the stranger and, through him, me. The pain was unbearable!
<br>
I wanted it to be over. Tears of pain and shame spilled onto
the pillow beneath me. My ass was raw and yet the punishment
continued without mercy.
<br>
I felt the young stranger shoot off in my ass. His cum lubricated
me a little and the pain eased a bit.
<br>
There was a strange, misplaced sense of loss at the feeling.
At the start, I had looked forward to having this man’s cum
inside me…but not like this. I wanted it on my terms…to taste
it spilling into my mouth or filling my wet pussy or even
spreading warmly over my chest.
<br>
My foray into fantasy by fucking a stranger had gone so wrong.
The first time I’d ever been unfaithful to my husband and
I was caught! Punished…forcefully…degradingly.
<br>
I heard my husband’s grunt as he orgasmed, violently spilling
his cum into the stranger’s ass.
<br>
It was over.
<br>
Only heavy breathing and gasping sobs from the stranger
broke the thick silence. I wryly assumed the poor young
man had never been “anally probed” before as I’m sure he’d
been full of himself seducing women, not men…
<br>
Now his pride had been broken with an ass full of my husband’s
cum and a lesson he would never forget.
<br>
To tell the truth, I wondered if either of us would get off
that easy. Would Garrett be satisfied with merely fucking
us raw?
<br>
What would happen to me after (if) the stranger was allowed
to leave?
<br>
Garrett roughly withdrew his spent cock from the boy’s
ass. He then released the belt and, throwing his clothes
at him, told him to get out and never come back.
<br>
“If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you!” he shouted at the
sobbing youth’s back.
<br>
I don’t think he even stopped to put his clothes back on.
I heard his car pull away, tires spinning in the gravel of
our driveway.
<br>
I didn’t dare move. Garrett still had the belt.
<br>
“Okay you worthless bitch, I’m not finished with you yet.”
He grabbed me and tied my hands, just as he had bound the stranger’s,
to the headboard.
<br>
I sobbed, wondering what was next in store for me. My pussy
was still wet and longed for satisfaction. I actually hoped
he would fuck me again, bring me to orgasm. But Garrett only
blindfolded me and I heard him leave the room.
<br>
Time stretched out to eternity. Exhausted by my own fear,
I must have fallen asleep.
<br>
I was awakened some undetermined time later by the sound
of the front door slamming. There were murmured voices
in the kitchen and, then, I heard multiple footsteps coming
toward the bedroom.
<br>
I struggled in vain having tested the strength of the belt
many times before, knowing it was useless.
<br>
The bedroom door opened.
<br>
“There she is.” Garrett’s voice.
<br>
I moved my head, trying to see under the blindfold. All I
could see was two sets of legs. Garrett had invited someone
else to view his humiliated, bound wife naked and I had no
idea if it was someone I knew or a stranger.
<br>
“$50 bucks and she’s all yours.”
<br>
I gasped “No!” He was whoring me out for money! He was going
to let strangers fuck me while he counted the cash in the
living room. That dirty bastard!
<br>
I knew I had done wrong, but I’d already been punished once
and this was too much. If he wanted a divorce, I’d leave without
a fight. If he wanted to leave me penniless, I would accept
it meekly. Even if he wanted to beat me within an inch of my
life, I could understand.
<br>
But this…
<br>
I moaned in defeat. What could I do? He was beyond reasoning.
<br>
“See? She’s all ready for you.” I could hear the smirk in
his voice, knowing he had purposely misinterpreted the
sound.
<br>
“Can I take the blindfold off?” A man’s voice asked. It sounded
vaguely familiar.
<br>
“Sure, if you want to look at her face. That cunt is all you
really need to look at, though, ” they both laughed at the
crude humor.
<br>
My husband must have left the room at that point as I heard
the door close. There was the jingling of a belt buckle,
then I heard a zipper being pulled; the soft rustle as clothing
hit the floor.
<br>
I peeked again and could see the man’s large, hardened cock
already dripping cum as he eagerly moved toward the bed.
<br>
Just then, the blindfold was removed. I was temporarily
blinded by the sudden influx of light. It was twilight outside
and the bedside lamp had been turned on. I was laid bare with
no hope of covering my nakedness.
<br>
As my eyes adjusted, I turned my head to see who my first ‘john’
was to be and gasped in horror.
<br>
It was someone I knew well from Garrett’s work! Ronald,
the old man with the gray, unkempt beard leered at me as he
slowly climbed onto the bed with me. I could smell the alcohol
and cigarette smoke on his breath and it almost made me gag.
<br>
I knew the old drunk leered at me lasciviously when I went
to Garrett’s workplace to take him his lunch. I even flaunted
my taut body in front of Ronald by purposefully wearing
tight clothes and pushing my breasts out brazenly as I would
lean in front of him to reach for something. It turned me
on to know he wanted me, that he was getting a hard on right
there, but could never have me.
<br>
Well, now it seemed he was going to have me...and there was
nothing I could do about it.
<br>
He grinned, showing his yellowed teeth. “You think you’re
too good for me don’t you bitch?”
<br>
He reached out, pinching my nipple hard. “You like to push
these things in my face at work. I’ve been wanting to touch
them, you know…”
<br>
Ugh, he almost drooled…
<br>
He fumbled his rough hands on my bare breasts. “I think I’d
like to titty fuck those babies!” he said.
<br>
“No!” I cried as he straddled my chest. I squirmed as he slapped
his wet cock on my chest and squeezed my breasts together.
<br>
He began thrusting himself in and out of my breasts. I could
feel his slimy dick sliding on my chest and thought I was
going to be sick.
<br>
Just as I had surmised at the beginning, it didn’t take him
long to cum. I could see the disappointment on his pinched
face as his hot cum squirted my chest and throat. He had hoped
to have longer with me…to fuck me in more ways that one.
<br>
I guess if he had another $50 bucks, my husband would let
him.
<br>
Still, I hadn’t been released from the torment of my swollen
pussy. Even the disgusting old man would have been enough
to get me off at this point.
<br>
He collected his clothing and put it back on. As he left the
room, he looked back, “I’m not finished with you yet.” He
warned.
<br>
“Go fuck yourself!” I said back, disgusted. The cum on my
chest was turning cold now. I wanted it off.
<br>
As if on cue, Garrett returned. Without emotion, he wiped
Ronald’s cum from my chest and neck. Then he looked at me.
<br>
I hoped he might be finished with this, that he would let
me go now.
<br>
Instead, he stuck his fingers inside me. I moaned…this
is what I wanted…release. Garrett stroked me to the verge
of orgasm and stopped.
<br>
“You shit!” I said, “Why don’t you fuck me and get it over
with?”
<br>
“Because that’s what you want.” He replied smoothly. He
then turned me over and punished the soft flesh of my ass
with the belt. I could feel angry, red welts forming as I
cried.
<br>
When the spanking was over, he rolled me back to face him
and, as I squirmed from the pain, tears rolling down my face,
he said, “You ready for your next fuck?”
<br>
“No, please!” I whimpered, “Stop this madness, I’ll leave
right now. I won’t ask for a dime!”
<br>
I twisted my chafed wrists, trying to loosen the bonds,
but my husband just laughed and replaced the blindfold
before leaving the room. I hoped the next guy wouldn’t want
to take it off. I didn’t want to see anymore.
<br>
Sooner than I’d hoped, the door opened yet again. This time,
there was no conversation so I couldn’t tell by voices if
it was someone I knew.
<br>
I felt eyes on me as I waited quietly, meekly for my next john.
It seemed I was a sex slave now and my husband was my master,
selling off a fuck to whoever had the money.
<br>
What could I do?
<br>
If I struggled or begged, things would only get worse. I
would lose what little pride I had left.
<br>
The bed dipped a little as a slight weight sat gingerly on
the edge. There was jerking movement as clothes were removed.
I could hear the soft whisper as they hit the carpet.
<br>
I breathed not, dared not wonder what was next.
<br>
A cold hand touched my breast. I shrank back but the headboard
kept me from moving too far. I strained my head back, trying
to see who was touching me through the blindfold, but nothing
revealed itself.
<br>
The fumbling caresses continued as my nipples were rubbed
and pinched. They became hard of their own accord, standing
to attention at the slightest touch. Traitors!
<br>
The gentle handling had my pussy all wet again too.
<br>
The squeezing became a little harder, more forceful as
whoever it was became bolder. A finger traced my lips.
<br>
“Touch me” a voice whispered in my ear. One of my hands was
released and guided to rest around a hard cock. Big surprise.

<br>
I didn’t really want to touch the strange man’s dick, but
if I could get away with just jerking him off, I’d do it. I
began to stroke the hard dick.
<br>
“Oh, yeah” came a hard moan in response. I slid my fingers
over his balls and thought he was going to cum right then
and there.
<br>
Suddenly, his dick was jerked away from grasping hand.
“Open your mouth.” Came the hoarse command.
<br>
Oh no, he wanted me to suck him. The cum wet tip of his cock
pushed against my lips. When I didn’t immediately welcome
his dick into my mouth, he began to rub it on my face.
<br>
“Come on, whore…I paid good money for this and you’re gonna
suck it!” I’m sure Garrett had told this “customer” that
I was just some doped up bitch who was doing this for drugs
or something. I was certainly being treated as such. Or
maybe I was being touted as “my wife, the whore cunt, who
likes to be treated like dirt while you fuck her”.
Tired of having wet cock rubbed on my face, I parted my lips.
The man eagerly thrust his hard cock in my mouth and began
fucking my face.
<br>
I nearly choked as he went deeper. I couldn’t help but recall
the first stranger’s large cock deep in my mouth as well…the
smooth feel as I eagerly sucked and licked, wanting to taste
his warm cum, yet wanting it in my hot pussy too.
<br>
This was nothing like the handsome stranger’s cock. It
didn’t taste or feel the same.
<br>
I sucked harder, hoping to bring him to orgasm and be done.
He held both sides of my head as he thrust in and out of my mouth.
His balls slapped against my neck with each movement. My
ignorant pussy was begging for some of that action despite
my repulsion.
<br>
In the heat of the moment, he pulled my blindfold off. He
wanted to see my eyes as he spilled his hot cum in my mouth.
Too late, I realized I was going to have to swallow as he began
to shoot off.
<br>
“Oh yeah, eat it mom!” he screamed, as he shot his load deep
into my throat. “Swallow my cum, mother!” His whole body
spasmed as he ejaculated and he thrust his hips wildly at
my face. He just kept cumming and cumming until I couldn’t
hold it any longer. Some of it spilled down my face as his
enormous load over-flowed, but most of it slid sickeningly
down my throat.
<br>
I didn’t know this kid but I could tell he was just a teenager.
He looked to be about 16 or 17. Bastard…he was pretending
I was his mother, the sick fucker. Fantasizing that your
mother is sucking you off is a really twisted thing.
<br>
He withdrew his wet, sticky cock from my mouth, and, just
for good measure, smeared it over my lips one last time.
I guess he didn’t want me looking at him anymore because
he replaced the blindfold before securing my hand once
again.
<br>
I could hear him pulling his clothes back on. Before he left,
he pinched my nipple one last time…then the door closed
behind him.
<br>
I didn’t think I could take anymore! My throat hurt from
the rough face fuck, my ass hurt from being spanked, and
I felt sticky and dirty with cum from two different men.
<br>
What could possibly be next?
<br>
After I’d had time to recoup, Garrett came in to wipe me down
like some prize breeding mare that’d just gone the distance.
Gotta take care of the body your selling out even if you no
longer respect the person it belongs to, I guess.
<br>
He removed the blindfold and I could see that it was full
dark now. Was he done degrading me? Would he at least let
me rest for tonight before resuming? Could I be that lucky?
“Okay, cunt, ” he wouldn’t even say my name anymore, “Your
next job is here.”
<br>
I guess not.
<br>
“When will enough be enough?” I asked.
<br>
He turned away, refusing to look at me. Movement in the dim
room suggested he shrugged. “Wasn’t I enough for you?”
<br>
Without waiting for an answer, he replaced the blindfold
and quickly left the room.
<br>
Resigned to yet another round of “fuck the whore”, I waited
in still silence. At least the dim light from the nightstand
lamp cloaked the room in shadow making me feel less exposed.
<br>
I heard muffled giggles from behind the door. A woman? Some
lesbian paid to have sex with me?
<br>
The door opened. There was a soft feminine moan followed
by another round of giggles then a man’s voice said “Mmmm,
look at that.”
<br>
I can only imagine he was speaking of me.
<br>
A woman’s voice replied, “Oh, why is she tied to the bed like
that? Poor thing.”
<br>
“Man said she likes it like that. That whole bondage thing,
I guess.”
<br>
“I can play that.” She said.
<br>
Moans and giggles ensued as clothing was removed. I could
hear loud kissing and sucking.
<br>
What? Did they just like to have sex in front of people? Were
they exhibitionists or something?
<br>
The bed moved as two bodies in the throws of playful passion
rolled upon the surface. Even though I couldn’t see anything,
I almost felt embarrassed at hearing their unapologetic
display of passion. To make matters worse, it was turning
me on.
<br>
That wet longing to have something hard and long in my pussy
was becoming an itch that was driving me crazy. I squirmed,
trying to alleviate the discomfort, and ended up drawing
the couple’s attention.
<br>
“I think she wants to play.” The woman’s voice was sultry
with desire.
<br>
“Why don’t you join her?” The man suggested.
My blindfold was removed and, as my bleary, light deprived
eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw the man kneeling at
the foot of the bed. His naked body shimmered with a thin
sheen of sweat and his large, hard cock was wet with either
saliva or the woman’s cunt juices.
<br>
The woman was kneeling in front of me and, as she had leaned
over me to remove my blindfold, her ample breasts were only
inches from my face.
<br>
“You have pretty eyes.” She said looking down at me.
<br>
She smiled at me as she reached out to touch my face. Soft
fingertips gently caressed my cheek, lips, and throat.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at my breasts then touched
them as well.
<br>
I almost forgot the man was in the room! This beautiful woman
was looking at me, touching me, whispering how beautiful
I was, and all I wanted was for this woman to take away that
nagging itch between my legs. I wanted, no, NEEDED, for
her to release me from my torment.
<br>
I wanted to return her touch. Feel her firm breasts, slide
my fingers over her smooth abdomen, and run them through
the silky blond hair between her legs.
<br>
I flinched suddenly. What was I thinking? I’d never been
attracted to a woman before. Why did I long for this one?
Maybe it was the gentleness in her eyes or the way she revered
my body…completely opposite of the rough, careless treatment
I’d been shown so far.
<br>
Her well manicure hand slid down my stomach and reached
that tender core between my legs. I moaned, taken off my
guard, as she expertly massaged my clit.
<br>
“Oh, you are so wet.” She said, “I want to taste you.”
<br>
She leaned down before I could protest and her small tongue
darted in and out of my pulsating pussy. Waves of pleasure
ripped through my body as she licked and sucked my clit.
<br>
The man sat watching intently, stroking himself, as the
woman continued to eat my eager pussy.
<br>
I writhed in demented pleasure, almost ashamed at having
such a strong reaction to a woman when I’d never felt this
way with Garrett.
<br>
That’s when I noticed the door was open, just a tad. Garrett
was watching! That bastard…I’d put on a show for him. One
he’d never forget!
<br>
I moaned louder wishing I could touch the woman between
my legs in some way. That’d really turn my husband on, to
see me caressing another woman. One of his biggest fantasies
was to watch me have sex with another woman.
<br>
Well, now I was and he couldn’t participate.
<br>
I saw motion behind the door and almost laughed out loud
when I realized Garrett was masturbating. It almost pissed
me off too. I didn’t like the fact that he was getting physical
pleasure out of watching me be used, no matter how gently,
by others against my will.
<br>
The man on the bed became more excited by my reaction to his…wife?
Girlfriend?…and began to join in. He moved forward and
started rubbing his wet cock all over her ass as she continued
to lick me crazy.
<br>
He gently slapped her creamy white ass and she moaned into
my pussy, parting her legs for him. He entered her, doggy
style, and began pumping away, thrusting his big, thick
cock in and out of her juicy wet pussy.
<br>
Reaching forward, he grabbed her tits, massaging them
roughly. I could tell he was on the verge of cumming. His
moans became louder which turned me on even more.
<br>
Garrett had always been the silent type, fucking me missionary
style until he spilled his cum in my cunt. Then he would roll
off, without a sound, and go to sleep.
<br>
And he wonders why I was tempted to get some action from a
stranger? At least the stranger had been concerned with
giving me a little pleasure too.
<br>
Suddenly, my world exploded! My body spasmed uncontrollably
as waves of ecstasy rolled through me…over me…around me.
I was drowning in release. All coherent thought was gone,
washed away by a turbulent orgasm of epic proportions.
<br>
In some remote corner of my mind, where basic information
was still being processed, I heard other cries of release
besides mine. I saw and felt warm, wet cum raining down on
the naked beauty between my legs as well as myself. The man
behind her had pulled his huge, wet cock out of her pussy
to shoot his load over her ass and back.
<br>
Finally, he sat back, spent, to watch as the woman moved
away from me to masturbate. Using her long, nicely manicured
fingers, she expertly stroked her own clit. Her companion
bent down and began to thrust his tongue in and out of her
pussy, enjoying the taste of her. It didn’t take her long,
after that, to reach orgasm.
<br>
I was amazed to see her sweet juices shoot out in legendarily
sought after female ejaculation…something I had never
experienced. She cried out, convulsing in throes of pure
sexual satisfaction, as her friend licked furiously not
wanting to miss a drop.
<br>
Before I knew what he was about, the man leaned into me, his
flaccid cock hanging between my legs as if seeking my spent
pussy. He captured my lips with his and I could taste the
woman's cum mingled with the warmth of his mouth. The
woman joined him and we shared a kiss as she partook of her
own juices.
<br>
The primitive smells of sweat, cum, and sex were like heavy
perfume in the air. I breathed deeply of it, enjoying the
satisfied ache between my legs. She’d licked me good…sucked
me to perfection…and finally released me from my frustrated
torment in a way I’d never experienced before.
<br>
Garrett stood unabashedly in the doorway, his waning cock
hanging, spent, from his open fly, cum running down his
jeans. The look on his face gave me triumphant pause. It
was a mixture of confusion, longing, and, finally, understanding.
<br>
He’d had an epiphany while standing in the doorway, jerking
himself off. Watching my cunt get licked by a beautiful
blond who, herself, was being fucked doggie style by her
male partner had opened his mind to the possibilities in
a way watching other men fuck me had not.
<br>
In the other instances, I had never been satisfied. My needs
had not been met, and were obviously never even considered,
by the men who indiscriminately spilled their cum on my
naked body to slake their lust and prove their dominance
or take revenge.
<br>
It took a woman giving me pleasure to show Garrett the error
of his inattentive ways.
<br>
As the man and woman dressed themselves, Garrett freed
my hands from the bonds of the belt. Not a word was spoken,
but the woman winked at me, licking her lips, as she and her
companion left the room. I was sure her woman’s intuition
had told her more was going on than appeared to the naked
eye.
<br>
Once the door was closed, Garrett turned to look at me. There
were tears in eyes. He reached out as if to touch me, but stopped
only inches from my bare skin.
<br>
“I’m so sorry.” He said as I rubbed the feeling back into
my tingling hands. “Can you forgive me?”
<br>
I said nothing at first. The feelings were overwhelming:
sadness, anger, grief, pain.
<br>
It took me a moment before I realized that, over all of these
baser passions, I was experiencing a self-awareness I
had never known before. Quite by accident, my jealous husband
had opened doors for me that, otherwise, I would never have
been brave enough to open myself.
<br>
It started as meaningless, heat-of-the-moment pleasure
with a stranger and ended up being a titillating lesson
in sexual give and take for both of us.
<br>
I looked Garrett in the eyes, my lips parted as if to speak
but instead, and quite taking him by surprise, I lowered
them to his exposed cock. I immediately felt the response
of his warm flesh.
<br>
As I gently sucked my husband’s quickly hardening member,
I could taste the salty sweat mixed with the tangy cum from
his earlier masturbation. Again, I felt a strange triumphant
glee remembering his reaction, as I was being petted and
licked.
<br>
I felt powerful, in control of my own needs and wants as well
as his.
<br>
He groaned “Oh Ariel…” and buried his fingers in my hair.
<br>
I moved, whispering, “I forgive you, ” as my lips came into
electric contact with his. I helped him remove his pants
and, just as he was about to throw me back and thrust between
my legs, pushed him back instead.
<br>
I wasn’t going to let him get away with the same old fuck…not
this time.
<br>
There was trust and submission in his eyes as I look down
at him. He relinquished control, finally realizing I’d
been controlled enough…it was my turn now.
<br>
Again, I turned my attention to his fully erect cock as he
lay on his back below me. I couldn’t help but love the solid
familiarity of his hard cock in my mouth. I knew every inch
of it intimately and, yet, it was as if I was sucking it for
the first time.
<br>
I was seeing his body anew, and he mine, with a whole realm
of delicious possibilities that hadn’t been considered
before.
<br>
I sucked Garrett to the verge of cumming then backed off
to lick his balls. He was almost wild with want of me…longed
to toss me on my back and fuck my wet pussy till he came…yet
he didn’t wish me to stop either.
<br>
My soft breasts brushed against his inner thighs as I kissed
his abdomen. Working my way up, I stopped to savor the feel
of his hard, hot dick on my chest, teasing by rubbing my lusty
nipple across the tip.
<br>
By now, my pussy was veritably dripping with need and I rubbed
it on his abdomen as I kissed him deeply. My luscious tongue
explored his mouth, traced his lips, and tracked back down
his throat to his nipples. I took my time with each one, gently
sucking, teasing with my teeth.
<br>
His fingers sought the wetness at my core and slipped inside
to stroke the wet walls of my pussy. The slow in and out motion
nearly made me loose my mind. I kissed him again then grasped
his cock firmly to guide it inside me.
<br>
He removed his probing fingers and brought them to my lips
so I could taste myself. I swear the scent of the other woman
lingered there as well. I smiled to think of her as I mounted
my husband’s cock slowly.
<br>
Easing down on him, I savored the way he filled the empty
depths of me, inch by inch, until I held his generous cock
in thrall. Garrett tried to move, to thrust himself deeper
into me, but I wouldn’t let him.
<br>
For a moment, all was still as I enjoyed the feel of him inside
me.
<br>
Then I began to move.
<br>
Slowly I moved up and down, almost like riding a carousel,
as I impaled myself again and again upon his throbbing erection.
The freedom I felt, riding him like I would a lanky stallion,
was too wide for words.
<br>
In our ten years of marriage, I had never been on top…never
been in control. I had always been the submissive housewife
pleasing my hard working husband by automatically spreading
my legs for him whenever he wanted a quick fuck.
<br>
We’d had no idea of the pleasure, of the happiness, we had
been denying ourselves by accepting our limited view of
sex. Now, it was different. We had both experienced a sensual
lesson in discovery…a sexual epiphany of sorts…and there
was no going back.
<br>
Not only had I learned to express my wants and desires, Garrett
had learned to accept that I had them. He no longer saw me
as a means to an end…namely orgasm…but as an equal partner
in sex, capable of feeling deep pleasure, able to give as
good as I got.
<br>
And right now, I was getting it REAL good!
<br>
Our naked bodies were slick with sweat and loud, uncensored
moans filled the room. We could not be held back…could not
be suppressed.
<br>
I fucked him hard now. Rocked his world (and the bed) like
he’d never been rocked before. I wanted release, craved
it, desired it, accepted it freely. And he offered it without
reserve.
<br>
I accepted this offering of self wholeheartedly, took
it inside me, made it mine.
<br>
In exchange, I opened up to him. I allowed him to really see
me, touched myself, as I accepted his offer. I caressed
my own breasts, pinching the nipples to enhance my pleasure.
His mouth took over and he suckled my breast like a needy
babe, bringing my nipples to rigid attention between gently
nipping teeth.
<br>
I urged him on by pressing his head to my breast, my fingers
tangled in his dark hair as I used my strong thighs to ride
him.
Garrett reached behind me to gently rub my ass. The welts
caused by his belt were throbbing and sore. I heard his breath
catch in his throat as he felt the damage he had done to my
soft flesh.
<br>
Tears of remorse rolled down his cheeks as he buried his
face between my bare breasts in shame. He wanted me to stop.
He didn’t feel deserving after the punishment he had exacted
upon me both physically and mentally.
<br>
At this point, however, it wasn’t about him, per se. It was
about that large hard cock of his and the release it could
give. My tight cunt eagerly continued to stroke him up and
down.
<br>
The self-sacrificing offer to stop touched me deeply.
It was at that moment I reached the pinnacle of physical
pleasure. I loudly poured my orgasm into his lap as my pussy
clenched in demented gratification. I screamed my release
to the room, to the world in general, as I continued to rock
him.
<br>
My breasts jiggled and my thighs quivered while my satisfaction
repeatedly manifested itself in pure, unadulterated
sensual spasms.
<br>
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, his hard
cock exploded inside of me. I could feel Garrett’s cum squirting
between my legs while he pulsed in orgasmic ejaculation.
He cried out as he emptied himself…gave himself…spent
his body and mind.
<br>
I wrapped myself around him, holding him close, while he
recovered from the powerful experience. He was like a child
in my arms, clinging to me, as he sought a return from the
blissful oblivion which momentarily destroyed him.
<br>
We rolled, his cock still buried deep inside me, to lay exhausted
in each other’s arms. At that moment, all was perfect. I
never wanted to move. Selfishly, I wished I could hold his
cock prisoner in my cunt forever.
<br>
Garrett whispered inane things in my ear. In my state of
sleepy content, I didn’t absorb all that he was saying but
phrases like “Best fuck of my life”, “Don’t ever leave me”,
“Can you ever forgive me”, and “I can’t live without you”
swirled triumphantly through my head.
<br>
My husband and I had finally broken through our mutual bonds
of sexual frustration all because I dared to have sex with
a stranger.

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WOW!!! That was hot!!

1/8/2005

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i actually could feel the unbridled passion myself, i
felt like i needed to give you release.i have to go into the
bedroom right now, the wife is changing, see if i can recreate
some of your passion in my world

1/8/2005

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felt like i could feel your passion and desire and needed
to give you release. the wife is in the bedroom getting changed,
i have to go and try living some of your desire with her

1/8/2005

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I was so hot I cAme without touching myself

1/8/2005

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I had anal with the wife after reading your story. It really
really got me going. My wife and I thank you.
<br>

You're a sexual little minx. A romp with you would be
a real treat I bet. You're a good writer to boot.

1/12/2005

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Are you a professional writer? If not, you should be. This
is one of the most erotic and sensual stories that I have
ever read. I would have given anything to be there and be
a part of it. Hope that your sex life has continued to grow
and that you both are getting the maximum amout of enjoyment
from it.

8/8/2007

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wow great story had to stay to the end

12/9/2007