0 comments/ 4272 views/ 1 favorites Extra-Marital Fantasy Ch. 01 By: 1970man A couple of decades ago, I wrote a series of stories as a kind of therapy while my too-young marriage was falling apart. I've adapted them for Literotica, but they are little-changed. The writing style is a bit immature, the situations a little unbelievable, so be patient. Of course, they are fiction and of course the names have been changed. ***** 1. Stranded Relations I had just jumped into my car after work and was out of there. Since I was in the middle of two lonely months at home alone, I decided to pay a surprise visit on my parents. Driving along the road in front of where I worked, I spotted my brother's fiancée, standing by her car, bonnet open. She worked in the university across the road from where I worked, so I occasionally saw her on my way home from work. She was a year or so younger than me; a nice girl, quiet. I felt a bit sorry for her. It was no easy time, being part of my wife's family. And Mark knew how to spend money on expensive gifts for her but not how to be intimate with her or to properly love her. The family thought her demeanour was ingratitude for his gifts, but I thought it was sadness at their lack of closeness. I stopped to see if I could help. "Actually, what I would really like", she said "is just a lift home. I'm really tired and I can always send dad out to get the car. " It seemed logical to me at the time, so I threw my bag in the back and she got into my car. "Thanks for this," she said, placing a hand on my thigh. When we arrived at her place, she invited me in for a cup of coffee. Being the end of a hard day, I accepted the invitation. We went into the kitchen where she pulled out two cups, dropped some instant coffee in each and turned on the kettle. "I'll just dump my bag upstairs and change out of these work clothes," she said, disappearing up the stairs that led to her upstairs bedroom and sitting area. "Nice arse!" I thought as I watched her jeans-clad rear-end ascend the stairs. I had just finished pouring milk into the coffee when I heard her coming down again. I turned around to see her. She wore a thin white linen shirt, not buttoned, just knotted, against which her taut nipples not only pressed, but whose darker colour could be easily made out through the thin material. She had beautiful large D-cup breasts, perfectly shaped, and her nipples were at this moment very tight, sticking out maybe a centimetre or more. The soft, white flesh of her torso was bare. Her navel held my attention for some time. Below that she wore a very short, light blue satin wraparound skirt - very short. Accessories were white stiletto heels, white lace-topped stockings held by white suspenders, all out in the open due to the extremely short skirt, and, as she stepped one by one down the stairs, the occasional glimpse of white lacey knickers. "Great!" she said, seeing that I had made the coffee, "bring those upstairs could you?" I picked up the cups and carefully followed her at a safe distance up the stairs, her arse wiggling voluptuously in front of me. Halfway up the stairs she stopped and bent over to pick up a conveniently placed five cent piece, affording me a view that assured I became aware of the fact that the white knickers were of the minimalist G-string variety. "How about that?" she said "I'm rich. " At the top of the stairs she motioned me towards the sofa, where I sat down and put the coffees on the table. She went over to the window and opened the blinds and the sun streamed into the room. The upstairs consisted of a large sitting room with her bedroom off of it, housing a walk in robe and en suite bathroom. I had toured it once before during a family visit, it was all very private from the rest of the house, which she shared with her parents. She kicked off her stilettos and sat down on the sofa next to me, folding one leg under herself and stretching the other out. As we chatted for a while and drank our coffee, she moved closer and closer to me, until her arm was on the back of the sofa behind my head. Suddenly she leaned right into me and planted her mouth on mine. I pushed her slightly way, but she wouldn't relent, until I started kissing back. Our mouths opened and we were soon attacking each other, tongues grappling. My arms held her shoulders, hers the back of my head and neck. However, I did resist again. I pushed her off of me and said, "No, no, we can't do this. I'm married, you're engaged. God, we'll be related soon. " She smiled and said "not by blood!" as she untied the knot in her shirt. "Just this once, I swear. No one will ever know, I promise," she breathed as she fell back on top of me, her shirt billowing open to expose her glorious tits. Our lips locked together again and our mouths intermingled furiously. I pushed her shirt from her left shoulder and began to kiss her neck, her earlobe, her neck again, then her bare shoulder. I looked up at her and our mouths met again, tongues exploring deep into each other's throat. As we pashed, I pushed the shirt from her right shoulder. She unwrapped herself from around me and, without our mouths stopping their work, threw her arms back and extricated herself completely from her shirt. We continued to work at each other. I had one hand in the small of her back and the other on her chest as she unbuttoned my shirt. That hand slipped down and held her breast, gently squeezing the flesh and rolling the nipple softly between thumb and forefinger. She had me unbuttoned now and it was my turn to sit up and wriggle out of my shirt. Having done this, I grabbed her by the bare waist and shuffled her along my body a bit, so I could attack her tits with my mouth. Squeezing them each with my hands, I attacked them with my lips and tongue, licking the breast and then the nipple before sucking the nipple into my mouth for a soft nibble and a swirling from my tongue, then engulfing as much of her copious breast as possible. As I did this, she held my head tight with both arms and panted, and I slid my free hand down her back, over and under her skirt to her firm arse while my other hand helped my mouth to taste every bit of her tits and nipples. My free hand slipped under the narrowest part of her G-string and lay across her arse as she let go of my head and started to explore my shoulders, back and sides with her hands. She slid slightly downwards, depriving my mouth of her breasts, and kissed me on the lips. Our open mouths locked again and our tongues grappled for a few minutes before she broke away and kissed my neck. With a hand behind my neck she then kissed my collarbone, then my chest at the base of my neck, then my left nipple and my stomach. Then she slowly unbuttoned my 501s, kissing every bare bit of flesh that was revealed, until she reached the top of my briefs. She then shuffled away from me, pulling my jeans down as she went. When she had removed them from my feet, she sat up, kneeling at my feet on the sofa with her exquisite tits sitting proud before falling again on top of me. She dragged her tits over my feet and up my legs until they dragged across my cotton-clad and rock hard cock. Then she stopped and licked around my navel, whilst her breasts brushed back and forth across the end of my cock. She drilled her tongue sloppily into my navel before moving left and kissing the crease at the top of my leg. Slowly she ran her tongue along that crease until she reached the top of my briefs. Then she slid her fingers under the elastic and slowly pulled my briefs down a bit. She kissed the top of my pubic hair, then pulled the briefs down some more, and kissed the base of my shaft, which had become visible. Then, with a swift motion she pulled my briefs down enough for my cock to spring out. She looked up at me and smiled before wrapping her hand around my shaft. First she kissed the base of my shaft, above my balls, and then she kissed each testicle in a deep, consuming kiss each, before engulfing my whole scrotum with her mouth and rolling each ball around with her tongue. She then removed them reluctantly from her mouth, like an ice-cream, and went to the shaft. Opening her hand slightly, she had access to the shaft, which she attacked with lips and tongue, licking its entire length, taking small ice-cream bites with her lips, before arriving at the head, which she enveloped, hooking her lips around the rim of the head, before sliding it out of her mouth, then back in again. It was like electric shock therapy for me, the ecstasy was almost unbearable, my penis pulsed, wanting to spill its load into her, but I put all my energy into resistance. With fingers now wrapped around the base of my cock, she now took as much of it into her mouth as she could, almost swallowing the head, before sliding it out from her tightly held lips and plunging it into her mouth again. I was so ready to explode, but resisted. I desperately wanted to fuck her and nothing was going to stop me, even as she continued this exercise in giving me amazing pleasure. She was, without a doubt, the finest exponent of oral sex I have ever known. I needed distraction, so I told her to turn around for some access. Momentarily stopping the action, she climbed on top of me, straddling my body and facing my feet. As she went back to work on my cock, I lifted her skirt to reveal her fabulous arse, one of her fine features that I hadn't really noticed before today - until I saw her climbing the stairs earlier - on account of always noticing her magnificent tits. Pushing her G-string to one side, I now had access to her vagina. In fact it was in my face and sizzling. I plunged my tongue straight in, sending a jolt through her body. The musk of her vagina filled my nostrils as my tongue explored her. I took big mouthfuls of her mound and lapped at her slit. Reaching up and around, I pulled her buttocks apart for excellent access to her steaming pussy. I kissed and caressed it with my tongue, and sucked gently on the area. I pressed an index finger into her pussy, then a middle finger, and finger fucked her. I found her clitoris easily enough and licked at it greedily. She rocked back and forth against my face as my ministrations on her pussy began to take effect. Meanwhile she continued to work on my penis, sucking it deeply into her mouth, swallowing its end, massaging my balls. It was all I could do to stop myself from exploding in her mouth and the taste and scent of her pussy had just gotten me more aroused. I desperately clung on, not wanting to come until I had fucked her. The sobering thought of her stern Eastern European parents catching us in the act helped. She was drawing closer, however, to a crashing orgasm. Her rocking motion had turned into a furious humping and grinding motion as I continued to suck lightly on her clitoris and explore her pussy with my lips and tongue. This helped me because soon she was unable to suck my cock any more. She just held it in a tight grip as she threw her head back and moaned breathlessly, louder and louder. Finally she almost yelled at me, "fuck me, please, fuck me quick, I want it!" I jumped up. She was still in the knees and elbows position she had assumed while sucking my cock, so I rounded up behind her. With her skirt up and knickers to one side, I knelt behind her and plunged my cock deep into her steaming, moist pussy. There was a sharp, short intake of breath by her before a soft, drawn out moan as I settled into a slow thrusting rhythm behind her. As my cock pistoned deep into her tight vagina, I reached forward, unable to keep my hands off those magnificent tits. As I massaged her tits and plunged deep into her pussy, her breathing became more and more urgent, more desperate. She pushed back hard against each thrust, and my balls slapped her flesh as my cock plunged deeper into her pussy. Still I clung on, not wanting this to end, not wanting to come before I'd had my fill. Unexpectedly she paused proceedings. Panting deeply, she sat up, my cock slid slowly from her with a squelch. She turned around and pushed me onto my back. Still panting she climbed over me and lowered herself onto my rigid cock. And we were off again. She slid up and down on my cock for a while, her tits bouncing wildly, beautifully. Then, slowing proceedings, she slumped onto my chest, still thrusting, and we kissed passionately, tongues entwining lasciviously. Her tits rolled erotically, like soft dough, over my chest as she continued thrusting herself down onto my cock. Then she was up again, riding my cock, bouncing, supporting herself with a hand on my knee behind her, and one holding the back of her neck. I thrust up as she plunged down, getting into a rhythm that satisfied her for depth. As we bounced along, her moans and sighs became more vocal, she began to find her voice. She bounced harder and I thrust deeper. With a final scream she reached a loud orgasm, my cock was drenched in her juices and sweat and my thrusting slowed to a languid pulse as she stopped jumping and again slumped onto my chest. She continued to rock down onto my cock and I continued to thrust but the pulse had slowed. "What can I do for you?" she asked, "to make you come. I can't believe you haven't come. By now, most men have gone off. " "I masturbate everyday" I said, revealing the truth with a joke. In truth, I was also practiced, as my wife and I still had regular, joyless sex She laughed and put her head on my shoulder, a slow pulse still continuing between us as my cock stayed erect, deep inside her. "I know!" she announced, standing up. As my rigid cock was pulled from her, she staggered a little, with another sharp intake of breath, before regaining her composure. She reached for my hand and pulled me up. Then she removed her skirt and G string and sat down on the sofa and, putting her hand on the back of the sofa behind her head and with a bit of effort, lifted her legs so her feet were almost at her head level. For the first time I noticed her impeccably groomed vagina, almost completely devoid of hair, except for a thin band, barely half an inch wide, of soft, beige hair, that extended from the top of her vagina to somewhere below where the waist of her underwear would be. "Fuck me in the arse" she said, "that'll get you off!" I didn't need much convincing. I reached out a cupped hand to her and said, "spit here". She said no, she had some lube in a drawer. Without moving too much, she reached into a drawer by the sofa and pulled out a small tube. I took the lubricant and rubbed it onto her slightly puckered anal sphincter with two fingers. At first she jumped at my touch on this tender area, but as I massaged the lubricant into the area, she relaxed, closing her eyes and getting caught up again in the feeling. As I prepared her arse, I pushed my middle finger deep into her, eliciting a small involuntary gasp form her. "Ooh, fuck me there, that's good" she breathed. Not wanting to disappoint the woman, I positioned myself at the goal and placed the head of my cock against her sphincter. With a firm push, my cock went into her arse easily. She moaned lazily as it went in, her eyes squinting with the pressure. She looked uncomfortable; all hunched over, but didn't seem to mind, lost in a sort of reverie of pleasure and pain. I pressed my cock as deep into her arse as I could, in a regular motion, gently but firmly at first, then rougher and faster as I began to lose myself as well. I knew this would make me come. The sight of her lying there, taking me in her arse while she massaged her tits and nipples with one hand and fingered her pussy with the other was way too much. Occasionally I felt the fingers in her pussy against my cock as I thrust into her arse. I held her arse open with a palm on each buttock. My cock slid in and out easily with sweat and juices. Again her pace and breathing became more urgent, her fingers began to work hard on her vagina, and her vocalisations became louder. She was about to reach another orgasm, and I hadn't had one yet! I sawed into her arse, pushing my cock as deep as I could, my balls slapping against her coccyx. Meanwhile she plunged her fingers deep into her pussy, writhing in pleasure on the sofa as I fucked her arse. Her knuckles were white as she gripped the sofa hard with a hand behind her head, threw her head back and bucked a little. With a thrust and wriggle like someone's death throes, she climaxed again, an orgasm crashing through her body picking her up and dropping her back down onto the sofa like a rag. At this same moment, I felt my cock tighten up and finally burst. With a few deep thrusts I crashed, sending what seemed like gallons of semen rushing into her arse and, with each thrust, deep into her body. I came and came, an orgasm deeper than any before, seemingly filling her bowels. Finally it stopped, I stopped. We were still for a minute, my cock still embedded in her arse, until I collapsed onto the sofa, the victim of the longest lovemaking session I had experienced for a long time. As if she couldn't allow it to end, she attacked my cock, licking and sucking like an ice cream, pumping every last drop of semen from my balls, savouring the heady taste, a mix of my semen and the juices and sweat from her own vagina and anus. Satisfied that my cock was completely clean, she finally retreated and fell into my arms on the sofa. The air was thick with the aroma of our session, of sweat and semen and vagina and arse. I ended up spending the night, not going to surprise my parents, instead making less furious love with my brother's fiancée several times more before falling asleep with her in her very comfortable bed. ***** I woke the next morning a little unsure of my bearings and finding it a little difficult to fully awaken myself. After noticing first that I wasn't at home and I wasn't clothed, the realisation hit me when I turned to see her lying on my shoulder, naked and pressed against my flesh. I jumped with a start, waking her in the process. "Oh my god, oh my god!" I stammered, "what have I done, what am I doing here?" "Hey, hey hey, relax. " she soothed, "We had a fun night and I promised no one will ever know. I mean that. " I stopped for a second, but still obviously looked unsure. "Look," she said, "I promise you word of this will never get out, I swear. . . " her voice became muffled as she disappeared under the sheet. She licked my shaft, slowly starting from the bottom and working to the tip, before licking the eye of my cock, then going down on it and completely engulfing it. This time I wasn't going to hold back so, as she pumped my cock with her hand, engulfed it, massaged it with her tongue and bathed it with her saliva, I just lay back and relaxed. As she sucked my cock, she massaged my testicles between thumb and forefinger of her right hand, with the other fingers laying over my arse crack. I opened my legs slightly and these fingers slid between my buttocks, reaching in to slide over my anus. So much was going on at once. She sucked and licked my cock, she massaged my balls, and she teased my arse. And since I was not holding on, in time a feeling started welling up in my balls. She felt it too and, just as I was about to come, she thrust two wet fingers up my arse. My cock exploded with the shock of it, sending huge gobs of semen into her mouth. She continued sliding up and down on my cock as I continued to come, sometimes sliding out and depositing an occasional droplet of semen on her cheek and lips, until finally the flow stopped. She gripped my cock tight and milked it a few times, wiping the head across her lips like a lipstick. Then she cleaned up my cock with a gentle suck and, keeping one hand wrapped around the shaft, pushed semen from her cheek into her open mouth with the back of her hand, displaying a mouth full of my goo. Extra-Marital Fantasy Ch. 01 Then, licking her lips and displaying strands of semen between her tongue and teeth, she swallowed the lot, kissed me deeply and whispered in my ear, "I swear, no-one will ever hear of this. " I felt better about it after she cooked me a fantastic breakfast over which we spent a good hour, before we explored each other's bodies again, this time in the shower. Finally, however, I had to be at work, so I drove her back to her car, still sitting where we left it the previous evening. She jumped in the car and it started first go. Extra-Marital Fantasy Ch. 02 A couple of decades ago, I wrote a series of stories as a kind of therapy while my too-young marriage was falling apart. I've adapted them for Literotica, but they are little-changed. The writing style is a bit immature, the situations a little unbelievable, so be patient. Of course, they are fiction and of course the names have been changed. This is the second story in the set. ***** 2.The Return Match I had barely survived the first encounter with my brother's fiancée, having collapsed alone in my own bed the following night, a Wednesday, but on the Thursday afternoon I received another e-mail from her. "Are you still home alone this evening?" it asked simply. A couple of minutes after I replied that, yes, I was home alone again, another e-mail came from her. "Come to my house this evening at 6pm, park outside the front of the house, toot your horn twice, wait exactly 3 minutes before coming into the house, lock the front door behind you and come upstairs. Leave your shoes and socks at the front door." The instructions were very precise, and at the same time very enticing. I couldn't resist but to obey, just to see what she had planned. My heart was in my mouth as I drove to her house. Parking out the front at exactly 6 o'clock, I sounded the car horn twice, waited three minutes and proceeded into the house, exactly as instructed. Locking the door behind me and leaving my footwear there, I ascended the stairs. She wasn't sitting on the couch where we first made love, as I thought she would be. I moved quietly into her bedroom. Lying on the bed, she was covered in a sort of thin, white gauze sheet, naked. It was as if she were in soft focus. Her nipples were erect and dark, pressing up against the gauze, and there was a slight moist area on the gauze, between her thighs. She was already very aroused. Silently, I took a hold of the gauze and pulled it off of her, like someone unveiling a work of art. I sat on the bed beside her and bent down and kissed her. She kissed back and, with mouths wide open and pressed hard against each other, we pashed wildly. Her arms were wrapped around me, whilst I supported myself on one arm and slowly slid the other hand down to her moist vagina, where two of my fingers entered between the warm folds. She moaned softly as I gently pushed my fingers into her vagina and still we pashed wildly. After a short time she pulled away. "Stop!" she exclaimed, "I want to suck your cock." Her direct, almost gutter-mouth approach had caught me by surprise during our previous rendezvous, but I was now used to it and knew it meant something good. She sat at the side of the bed and motioned for me to stand in front of her. As I stood in front of her, sitting on the side of her bed with her legs either side of my knees, she undid my jeans and pulled then down to my ankles, so that I could step out of them. Then she pushed me slightly backwards, so she could slip off the bed and kneel in front of me. She pulled down my boxers, the ones my wife, Anastasia, had given me on Valentine's Day, and grabbed hold of my erect cock, pumping it with the hand that she had wrapped around it. She ran her tongue along the length of it in wild swirls, spinning her tongue around the head as she arrived there. Then slowly, steadily, she slid my cock into her mouth, swinging her tongue side to side across its underside as it went in. Deeper and deeper it went. The feel of my cock hitting the back of her throat as she engulfed the entire length was mind-blowing. She swallowed so much of my cock that her nose was embedded in my pubic hair; her bottom lip touched the top of my scrotum. Then the rhythm started. My cock slid out of her mouth and she slurped loudly as the head emerged from her mouth like a lollipop. Then, with a lift and tilt of her head, the entire shaft was engulfed again. I thought the oral sex she had performed the previous time was mind-altering, but now I realised she was holding back. I had to steady myself as my knees occasionally went weak. Every now and then, the cycle would be broken and she would lick, in a big, slathering motion, from deep underneath my scrotum, up under my balls, and along the underside of my shaft, before once more swallowing my raging penis. I could only withstand this kind of treatment for so long and soon was almost ready to ejaculate. She knew this; the signs were none too subtle, and it was what she wanted. Just as I was about to shoot my load, she pulled my cock from her mouth, leaned back slightly and, maintaining a firm grip on my penis, began pumping it hard with both hands. Pretty soon I was unloading, spurting forth one huge stream and then smaller aftershocks of semen. These she artfully arranged on her tits, rocking back and forth as the spurts kept coming, until her tits were liberally painted with my cum. Then, when it had stopped, she pulled my penis to her breasts and used it to spread the semen out across them. When she had done this, she then made sure her nipples received particular attention, rubbing my semen into them like moisturising cream! When she was happy with her job, she used her tongue to make sure there was no remaining essence left on my penis to be wasted. "I am going to wear your cum on my tits all night!" she announced proudly, lying back on the bed contented with her deed. I pulled off my shirt and threw it, and my other clothes, into the corner of the room. Kneeling on the side of the bed, I took hold of her ankle, lifted her leg and kissed the ball of her foot. "Mmmmm" she moaned softly. I then kissed her inside ankle, softly swirling my tongue around the ankle and surrounding foot area. I kissed and licked her calf, taking small bites of it as I worked my way up her leg. It was then that I noticed what I thought was something that she was lying on. I could see a small wooden ring, attached to a string. I went to pull it away and met with some resistance and a muffled groan from my partner-in-crime. It was then I realised that the piece of string emerged from her anus. "What's this?" I asked, giving it a little tug that elicited another small moan. "They're anal beads" she said, "There's six beads on a string and, when I'm about to reach an orgasm, you have to pull them out steadily. The action on my anus prolongs and intensifies my orgasm. You're going to grab that ring and pull them slowly out of there when I tell you to!" The explanation was more than I needed. I knew what anal beads were. "Fair enough" I said, and continued up her leg, licking and sucking on the flesh behind her knee. Then slowly, I moved to her inner thigh, gently running my tongue along the flesh, inching closer to her vagina. I could already feel the heat from her vagina on my cheek as I moved closer. Finally I could go no further with my tongue and licked along the outside of her vagina, pushing my tongue subtly between the outer folds. Her scent was heady and filled my nose and lungs as I pushed my tongue deeper into her vagina, exploring deeply before more specific attack. Finding her clitoris, I rolled my tongue gently around it, causing her to moan softly and push herself more firmly against my face. Puckering my lips, I then took her little clitoris, firm and hot, between my lips and sucked gently, a soft kissing action. She now groaned more loudly, and grabbed a handful of my hair in her left hand as she tugged and squeezed at her nipples with her right hand. Pretty soon, with my influence, she started moaning louder and faster. She was about to orgasm and I thought it would soon be time to pull the beads from her arse, but she said nothing about it, yet came to a crashing orgasm. My face became covered in her moisture. I stopped and pulled away from her vagina to take a breath. "What are you stopping for!" she exclaimed, slightly annoyed. I dived back in, thrusting the full length of my tongue deep into her vagina. "oooooooohhh, yyyes" was her reply. Her vagina squelched noisily, as it was so hot and wet, but she began again to rub herself firmly against my face and probing tongue. I continued again with my work, massaging her clitoris with my tongue and lips, making her twitch with the sensitivity that was a product of the first orgasm, and working her vaginal lips with my mouth and fingers. The taste, scent and feelings were sensational. She was sweating, dripping and bucking. The whole experience made me light-headed and gave me another firm, raging erection. Several times, with the writhing and rubbing on the bed, I almost ejaculated again and had to keep myself from staining her bedclothes with semen. Lost slightly in my determination to keep myself from orgasm myself, I didn't hear the first time she said she was about to have another. Finally she was almost shouting at me to pull the beads out of her anus. "Now, now," she urged. I grabbed the small wooden ring and tugged the beads as I massaged her clitoris with my fingers. The beads started coming from her anus. Her anal sphincter dilating and contracting as each bead emerged, each one very slightly larger than the previous. The darker, puckered skin of her sphincter glistened with sweat and moisture that had dripped from her soaking vagina. With each bead's exit, she moaned louder, until the final bead plopped out, making her scream at the top of her voice. Her vagina and anus and my face and fingers were all slick with her moisture after two crashing orgasms. Her entire body, which had just been contracting and expanding with orgasmic contortions, now lay limp. I lifted myself up, breathing heavily from the effort, and moved up beside her. She stared intently into my eyes briefly before grabbing my penis roughly and hungrily devouring my lips, tasting the still warm juices from her own vagina. She pumped my taut penis a couple of times, before, beyond any control, my semen spurted out, drizzling her thighs with thick globs that she, again, rubbed into her skin like a moisturiser. I had never ejaculated so heavily twice in a row before. Finally, all was quiet and we lay in each other's arms briefly, our moist and sweaty bodies in full contact. As we lay there, she fiddled with the anal beads, almost like a rosary. She dragged them slowly across her face, brushing then one way across her lips, then the other way, under her nose. "Why don't you try them" she finally said, brushing my cheek with the small and slightly pungent objects. "Oh, I don't know" I replied, "I don't know if it's really me." But I knew I wasn't going to get out of it. "Come here, lie back on the bed" she implored me. I lay down, with my head on her pillows. "Spread those legs, honey," she said, "pull them right back." I spread my legs as far as I could, and pulled them back as far as I could. I knew I wasn't going to get out of this and decided to face it like a man! She came up from below me and moved between my thighs. Grabbing a hold of my penis, she moved my testicles out of the way and surprised me by pushing her nose against my anus, taking a deep breath and sighing. "The smell of a man" she breathed wistfully. I was a bit perturbed by the whole thing, until I felt her tongue lapping at my anal sphincter. Now I was distinctly nervous. I looked down to see one hand resting on my thigh, the beads wound around it, and the other hand holding my genitals aside for anal access. She lapped hungrily at my anus, like a small child with an ice cream, not just with her tongue, but with her lips as well, pushing their moistened flesh against my sphincter. Amazingly, my penis became erect again, in her hand. I felt vulnerable, but soon became lost. I couldn't believe how good this felt! I didn't think this was meant to feel good, but soon I lay back in a reverie and sighed deeply with each probe of her tongue. She breathed deeply and filled her lungs. It was fascinating to watch the professional, yet urgent and impulsive, way she attacked my anus. I stared, amazed by her performance. I watched as the hand holding my thigh moved to her face, and a finger was placed in her mouth to be moistened with an unbelievable amount of her saliva. I stared as she pulled the finger from her mouth and drops of saliva fell onto the bed. Yet I was totally unprepared for her next move. With one quick thrust, she pushed her middle finger deep into my anus. I convulsed and jerked, completely unprepared for this sensation. A pulse ran through my penis and I thought I was going to ejaculate again, but she somehow prevented this with a quick flick of her wrist as she held my cock. "Oh my God!" I yelled in a tone part shock, part ecstasy and part revulsion. "Just preparing the ground for the beads to come in" she said, as she pushed the finger in and around my anus. She wasn't just preparing the ground, she was enjoying herself, and she knew how to make me enjoy it too. With every new direction her finger took, chills ran over me. It was an amazing sensation. Even when she pulled her finger from my anus, the sensation of that action was new and unusual. Then the beads came. First one, the largest. She pushed it in with her thumb, causing another ripple to wash over me, and then the rest followed, one after another, until all that remained outside my anus was the small wooden ring. "There, that's done," she said, "now how about something to eat?" I was snapped out of my dreamland. My ecstasy was cut short. I didn't know what to say. Meanwhile, she wandered around and found some matching emerald green satin French knickers and camisole; almost identical to the set I had bought Anastasia for our honeymoon. I looked around for clothes. "No, no, not you," she said, "you have to stay naked until you go home!" I couldn't reply, I was in such a daze. She didn't dress either, but wandered outside, into the upstairs living area, naked and holding her lingerie in her hand. I got up and followed her. She sat down on the sofa in the living area and picked up the phone. "What do you feel like eating?" she asked, "there's a nice Chinese place that delivers, how about that?" I nodded absently, so she picked up the receiver and dialed, ordered some food, then stood up. "Come on, let's go downstairs" she said, grabbing my hand and picking up her lingerie. We descended the stairs and she sat me down in her parents' living area. She then started putting on her lingerie, an emerald green camisole, which barely covered half of her ample breasts and made them look even fuller. The neckline was impossible deep, sitting just above her nipples, but not enough to fully cover her areolae, with the barest glimpse of the left one available, whilst the hem only just came to below her breast and sat away from her body about three inches above navel level. It certainly made my eyes widen with amazement, noting again how stunning her body was A pair of French knickers that were way too small, way too high cut, and allowed her vaginal mound to emerge, a soft fold of flesh showing either side of the seam, completed the picture. I pictured myself grabbing that flesh and massaging it with my fingers. She filled out her lingerie far more fully than Anastasia, though I think it was probably a size or two smaller. But what I pictured wasn't to be, as she wandered upstairs, revealing that the rear of the French knickers showed off the rounded base of her buttocks, and leaving me alone and in a daze briefly, before returning with a wallet. I realised then that I was sitting, waiting for a deliveryman, and wearing nothing, while she wore next to nothing! I was distracted, however, as we waited, by the fact that she wanted to spend the whole time pashing. So when the deliveryman arrived, my cock was rock solid and her nipples were firm and erect. "Well, answer the door," she said. "I'll just..." I stumbled as I cast around for something with which to cover myself. "Naked!" she said. "What?! No, no. No way!" I stammered. "Pwease!" she whined, in a mock-childish voice. I couldn't resist her. I went to the door and opened it, hiding myself behind the door as I spoke to the deliveryman. I gave him the money and he gave me change, before handing over the food. This part was a bit more difficult. "Umm, hold on," I said, about to work something out when the door flung wide open and she stood there, in front of the deliveryman, in her lingerie, whilst I was fully exposed, shocked. "Oh, hi Miss Valerie," the middle aged Chinese man said, "here's your order". He handed her the food, gave me an up and down look, and bad her goodnight. A little shocked, I sat and ate my meal in complete silence, while she made cooing enjoyment noises over what was admittedly very good food. After dinner, she took me by the hand and led me over to the sofa again. As I sat down, she dimmed the lights at the switch near the front door. Then she came over to me, climbed onto my lap and kissed me deeply. Suddenly we were at it again, pashing uncontrollably, hands running over each other's bodies, through each other's hair. She stopped briefly, pulled her camisole over her head and threw it to the ground. She guided her tits towards my mouth, and I engulfed one, sucking it briefly, and then moving to the other. Her tits glistened as the crusty semen that had earlier dried on her tits regained its moisture from my saliva. It made her breasts taste salty and irresistible. As I administered to her tits for what seemed like an eternity, she writhed absently on top of my cock. It had become rock hard again after a brief rest period brought on by the presence of the deliveryman, so she began grinding harder onto it. Then she reached down towards her cunt and grabbed my cock, pushing it past her knickers and towards the opening and then deep into herself. It slid in fairly easily, as she was so warm and moist. My cock felt like it was on fire as I began pounding it deeper into her cunt. Writhing, thrusting, she rode my cock, sucking it deeper into her cunt and massaging it with her fit vaginal muscles. The feeling was one of complete ecstasy, one I had never quite reached before, or since. As we ground together, I sucked on her tits, licked and nibbled on her glistening nipples and massaged her arse with my spare hands. I felt we were slowly sliding off the sofa, but she seemed in complete control. She was in complete control, I was just there for the ride, a wild ride, which saw her eventually come soon to yet another orgasm, which drenched my cock in her juices and sent me to the edge. My cock expanded, and twitched uncontrollably. She seemed to use this as a cue, leaned back, pushed her hand between my thighs and somehow found the small wooden ring, hanging from my anus. In the split second before I ejaculated, she pulled the ring, and the beads came squeezing out of my anus. The rapid dilating and contracting of my anus was beyond my control, and led to the most crashing orgasm I have ever had. I spurted load after load of semen deep into her, I couldn't stop. I felt faint, my head lolled back and my eyes closed. The experience was too much for me, but soon it was over. She lay on top of me. Arms around my neck and head on my shoulder, she lay there as my cock slowly contracted inside her, and then silently slid out of her cunt. It was the first and last time that I had ejaculated inside her vagina. Extra-Marital Fantasy Ch. 03 A couple of decades ago, I wrote a series of stories as a kind of therapy while my too-young marriage was falling apart. I've adapted them for Literotica, but they are little-changed. The writing style is a bit immature, the situations a little unbelievable, so be patient. Of course, they are fiction and of course the names have been changed. This is the third story in the set. I'll be honest, it's probably one of the worst. ***** 3. Professional Courtesy Donna was a research scientist where I worked. A petite Indonesian lady with a PhD and a beautiful, svelte body, I was amazed when I learnt she was 42. I thought she was years younger than that. At the time I never imagined I could be attracted to someone 16 years older than I was, but she was stunning - a petite dynamo. She was also enormously wealthy. Her husband regularly dropped her at work in the Porsche or the Range Rover. He worked for some multi-national company, very high up. One morning Donna came into my office to talk to me. "I overheard you talking in the tearoom about being alone this weekend," she said, "How would you like to come to my house for breakfast tomorrow morning?" "That would be great Donna," I replied, touched by her thoughtfulness. "Great," she said, smiling broadly, "I'll see you at my house at 7 am. Do you know the address?" I didn't know the address but she gave it to me and at 7 am the next day, Saturday, I arrived at Donna's house. As I walked up the front path, she appeared in the doorway. She looked incredibly sexy, wearing a short, flouncy, pleated, tartan mini skirt, over black stockings, and a grey ribbed top, very, very tight and sleeveless. As I approached closer, I saw the stiletto heels, red lipstick and tell-tale bumps of erect nipples under the ribbed top. I thought at the time that this was a pretty strange way to dress for breakfast. I was just wearing shorts and a polo shirt. She greeted me happily and asked me to come in. Cheekily, I told her she looked very sexy today. She laughed slightly and leant forward as I walked past her into the house, so that my arm brushed her nipples as I went past. She followed me into the house and motioned for me to sit down on a couch in the huge lounge room, before disappearing into the kitchen. She returned with a tray full of croissants and coffee. She bent down in front of me to place the tray on the table, revealing the tops of her stocking and a little of her suspenders. She maintained the view by pouring the coffee in front of me. Then, right on cue, she dropped a teaspoon on the floor and bent over further to retrieve it, in the process revealing that she wore a G-string. Her legs were slightly apart and she bent over so far that her skirt rode up and she showed the slight puckering of her brown anus, revealed by the inadequacy of the fabric covering her behind. She wandered off again towards the kitchen but, before disappearing out the door, she spun around dramatically. Her skirt flared up as she told me to eat, revealing the sheer, lacey front of her knickers. The action seemed in slow-motion, enough indeed for me to notice the lips of her vagina, encaged in the lacey fabric before the skirt dropped again to cover her modesty. She then returned from the kitchen and sat down next to me on the couch. "Please," she entreated, "have something to eat. " I took a plate and a croissant from the table, and began eating. I soon became aware that Donna was not eating. "Aren't you having any?" I asked. "Oh, just break me off a bit of yours and I'll have that," she suggested. I tore a section from one end of my croissant and reached for a plate on which to put it. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand towards her mouth. Engulfing the croissant and my fingers, she took it all into her mouth. She kept hold of my wrist as she chewed and swallowed the food. I was motionless. She then proceeded to slowly and lasciviously lick the buttery croissant residues from each of my fingers in turn, staring deeply into my eyes as she did so. I was a little shocked, though probably shouldn't have been. I leapt to my feet and announced that I really should be going. "No, wait, please!" she begged, springing to her feet. Standing in front of me, she pushed me backwards so I was forced to sit down on the sofa. She climbed on top of me, sitting on my legs, facing me, like a small child. Her flouncy dress draped across my legs, but underneath I could feel the soft flesh of her thighs against my naked legs. "Please don't go," she pleaded, wrapping her wrists around my neck. She pulled my face towards her petite breasts and nestled me between them. "No, look, I really should. . . " I began. The story of my life - good intentions but weak flesh. She reached her arms across her front, crossed them over, and curled her fingers under the hem of her top. In a small, quick motion, she removed the garment. The vision before me was perfect. My doubts faded and I knew I wasn't going anywhere. Her skin was flawless deep caramel, smooth and rich. Her breasts were small and perfectly formed. Her stiff, erect nipples were perfect, with small areolae of perfectly contrasting brown. She bent her head down towards mine and we kissed passionately, our tongues swirling around each other and wrestling wildly. My penis grew with excitement and pushed hard against the fabric of my shorts. She could not have been unaware of this. She broke away from our kiss and drew my face towards her breasts again. This time I responded, with lips and tongue. I encircled her right nipple with my tongue and held her left breast in my hand as she hugged my head to her chest. As I licked and sucked at her breasts, she writhed on my lap. She was obviously aware of my growing penis, as she pushed and pulled all over it with her thighs. This only led to further growth in my crotch. She then reached between our closely-connected bodies and began unbuttoning the buttons at the top of my polo shirt and then began tugging at it, in an attempt to remove it. Eventually, after some struggle and some cooperation from me, the shirt was removed. Donna then leant down and kissed me on the chest, once, then twice. She kissed my shoulders and my neck and gently kissed and sucked my nipples. It was glorious. My skin tingled, my penis grew, and my senses soared. She then placed two palms on my chest and pushed me sideways, so that I fell into a lying position on the sofa. As I lifted my legs onto the sofa, in one smooth action she straddled my chest and was lying on top of me, facing my feet. Her breasts pressed against my stomach and her tartan covered buttocks faced me. She kissed the crease inboard from my hip then proceeded to pull down my shorts and reveal my boxers underneath. As I watched her, her head bobbed up and she stared for a time, as if she had not seen boxers before. Or perhaps it was the sight of my penis straining against the fabric and forming a tent of fabric that stood proud from my body. The pause was only momentary, as she pushed my boxers down towards my feet. She squeaked sweetly as my penis was released from its confines, then struggled to push my shorts and boxers down my legs and off the end of my feet. As she did this, her buttocks writhed in front of my eyes beguilingly. I could not resist a look, and when she had settled down, I gently lifted the tartan fabric of her skirt. Her bare buttocks faced me. The flesh of her vagina spilled ever so slightly from the sides of the tiny G-string she wore, and her wrinkled anal sphincter was barely covered by the thread of fabric that joined the lace of the front to the waist of the tiny knickers. I marveled at the sight. Straddling my chest as she was, her thighs were pushed far apart and her sphincter was exposed and almost the same colour as her nipples, though perhaps dustier in colour. I did not have long to wade in this reverie, as she had taken hold of my penis and was attacking it, licking its length, sucking gently on its head, and then moving her attention to my scrotum and balls. Soon she engulfed my cock with her mouth and began moving up and down along its length. As she began attending to my cock, I held Donna's buttocks with my hands and began lapping around the edges of the fabric of her knickers, tasting the sweetness of her vagina. I pushed the knickers to one side and attacked her vagina with more gusto, causing a reaction of increased movement in Donna. Her face bobbed up and down on my penis, and my tongue pistoned in and out of her vagina and smeared its way around her genital area. Then, without warning, she sat up and turned around. She straddled me once more, this time facing me. She reached between her legs and grabbed my penis and then lowered herself onto it, pushing my cock deep into her vagina in one fell swoop. Her flouncy little skirt draped over the area of action, as my penis pushed past her knickers and deep into her vagina. Her petite tits bounced in time to our pulsating rhythm. My penis strained hard and slid deeper with each bounce. She leant forward and supported herself with flat palms on my chest and ground hard against my groin. Suddenly she lifted herself off and my penis slid from her hot vagina. She then stood up and took my hand to encourage me to stand up. She undid her skirt and dropped it to the ground, and then she turned and sat down on the sofa. Her knickers had slid back to cover her vagina. She massaged herself through the sheer black lace of the panties, rigorously warming herself up again. Then she slid the fabric to one side and beckoned me with a curled finger. I knelt down in front of the sofa, holding my stiff cock. I slid it along the length of her vaginal slit several times before driving it deep inside her. She writhed with pleasure as I drove into her, my balls slapping against her buttocks. She braced herself with outstretched arms and drove back against me with every thrust. After some time, she changed position again. She stood up, faced away from me and, with arched back she pulled down her knickers. The thread of fabric up the back pulled slowly from between buttocks, one of the horniest sights available. Then she knelt down on the floor, facing away from me. Taking the cue, I knelt behind her and fucked her doggy-style. With every one of my thrusts, she pushed back hard against me. I reached forward and cupped her breasts gently with my hands and we writhed together. Pretty soon I could feel my cock twitching, pulsing, ready to explode. "I'm going to cum," I said urgently. "Fill me," she said simply. With a violent burst my cock exploded and continued to explode, pumping waves of semen deep into her steamy cunt. Unable to stop, I kept thrusting into her as my balls emptied. She squeezed my cock hard with her cunt muscles until finally the stream stopped. We rested for a time, then my cock slid from her smoothly. I wiped the end of my cock on her right buttock, leaving a greasy smear of my semen on her. She turned around and knelt in front of me, took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it up with gentle sucking. We lay on the carpet, exhausted for a few minutes before she sprang to her feet. "Hey, let's go for a swim," she said. I emerged some time later from the poolside changing rooms, wearing the swimsuit that Donna had provided for me. It was not what I had been expecting. It was a tiny, tiny G-string speedo. It was so small, that my cock pushed the little triangle of fabric at the front away from my groin, leaving a breezy gap around my member. Donna waited for me in a blue and yellow bikini, blue on the left side, yellow on the right. It was very high-cut at the top of the thigh, but covered her arse, rather than being G-string. I wandered over to the pool and dived in. The cool water streamed over my buttocks as I slid through the water. I stood up at the far end of the pool. The stunning Donna stood at the end of the pool and dived in after me. She swam fast, pushing under my legs. She jammed her hand hard up between my buttocks as she swam past. Shocked, I chased her. She ran up the steps of the pool and onto the lawn. I followed her and grabbed her. She happened to fall over in a very muddy patch of the lawn, where water obviously pooled. I fell on top on her. She wriggled and struggled and in a short period of time, we were both covered in mud. Struggling valiantly, I managed to remove the bottom of her bikini. I attacked her vagina with my lips and tongue, spreading the lips of her cunt and attacking it with deep thrusts of my tongue. Her cunt was topped with a thick but perfectly manicured smallish triangle of pubic hair. My barely-covered cock became hugely erect as I caused her to writhe deeper into her mud bath. Licking, pressing, kissing, sucking, I worked her vagina to a heated frenzy. She held the back of my head with her muddy hands and pushed me into her steaming cunt, thrusting at my face as I attacked her. I could taste the salty mixture of her juices and my semen. Soon she thrust and writhed and moaned harder and I knew she was close to orgasm. Concentrating my effort on her clitoris, I gently moved her to a crashing orgasm. She was almost screaming by the time she finally released the tension in her body and lay still in the mud, breathing deeply and heavily. I moved up her body and we kissed deeply and lay there, still again in the mud, for a short while. Then we proceeded to the showers of the poolside change rooms and fucked again, standing up as the warm stream of water rinsed the mud from our bodies. Before I could cum again, she knelt in front of me and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked me to another crashing orgasm. I filled her mouth with my semen - wave after wave, again. I filled her and she swallowed every last drop.