6 comments/ 24325 views/ 2 favorites Married & Looking By: jusduit The following is fiction, intended to entertain. If it doesn't, by all means erase, exit or otherwise eliminate it from your life, as is your right. If I offend or disturb you in anyway I am sorry, for that is not my intention. If by chance, I make you smile, or maybe stir in your seat, well, you'll be getting a touch of what I felt while writing this story. And that's exactly why I wrote it. Thank you sincerely, for your precious time. * * * * * The woman was insatiable! Facing me in my lap, she arched her back and hips to settle as far as was physically possible onto my horny dick, forcing her loins onto mine and sucking me into her as if she'd die without me buried up to her throat. If that wasn't enough, she had her heels behind and against my butt, pulling me deeper into her. The combination brought her body down and around my cock like a hungry animal, devouring me whole. "More, damnit!" She gushed, driving faster and harder as if to suck the rest of me inside her. "Fuck me damnit! Here! Suck on these! Bite me!" She shoved one of her gorgeous tits in my face and got no argument from me. I vacuumed in the massive mammary, thinking just an inch more and I could swallow the fleshy thing. Soon her nipple was scrapping the back of my throat and my mouth was full of breast. "Yeah! Take it! Come on! Bite it!" She accented every command with another thrust of her hips and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to make it. Her hair was reddish brown, short, and soft. It was natural colored for it matched her eyebrows, and the small "V" patch of hair currently plastered and wet up against my abdomen. She had applied lipstick to match, but that was long since gone, wiped away by the contact of our hungry mouths. Her extremely white skin beckoned my touch and accentuated as perfect a body as any man could ask for. "Oh God!" She shouted. Finally! I thought! She was going to cum. I really needed the break. I gave my sperm engine some free rein and started my flight with her. Humping my ass up in vain managed little more than a near painful mashing of our pubic bones. "Oh God YES! Fuck me" She squealed in delight as the first wave of lustful inebriation washed over her and flowed over to me. I fucked her back, erupting with my first ejaculation, and that just triggered another, larger convulsion from her. Completing the circle, she fired back with a gush of hot liquid, some of which escaped around my shaft and dribbled down on my balls. Soon her liquid mixed with mine and the messy goo that seeped free became hot and sticky on my groin, dripping all the way down my crack. We bucked and fucked for several more cycles of fluid exchange and put every ounce of energy into it. Perhaps another minute went by, fucking, sucking and spurting through it all, before we finally sighed in unison and sank down into the mattress together. "Oh, my God. Oh my God." She fell into me and let me have the responsibility of holding us up. "Why can't it be like this at home?" There could be no question of what had taken place, beyond the obvious I mean. She had used me, or my body, to satisfy a longstanding need, a need for release in the worst way, a need that was previously frustrated beyond acceptable limits. I used her the same way, of course, and both of us were reveling in the aftermath of a fantasy finally realized. We met months before in a chat room, "Married and looking," with her PM'ing me. I have found that women are so hammered by male PM'ers it seldom works as a way to greet and meet. They simply cannot handle all the many influences at once. The best, and most lasting contacts I have had in chat were initiated by women. But none of them had turned out anything like this. "Hi," Was her simple greeting at the time. "Hi urself," Was my brilliant retort. There was nothing further for a minute while we each looked up each other's profiles. She was thirty-eight and married with two kids and living near Boston. I was married, a few years older, and with one in high school and the other ready to go there. We had both been frank about our marital status, not caring to hide we were frustrated with spousal arousal. "Married and Looking" was why we were there. We shared those frustrations for an hour on that first chatting occasion, discovering an astounding number of similarities, but aren't most "married and looking's" the same? We talked several times after that, each feeling our way around the other, and the new medium for making it easier to cheat. It was agreed that our spousal relationships had drifted apart, concerned with careers or kids or both, and we each admitted that maybe we were the ones drifting, not our spouses. The frankness and openness was erotic in its own way, but the fantasies we shared were down right bodacious. On the surface, we were both frustrated with the infrequency of sex. Neither of us had yet strayed, but we were both ready and willing. The worst case scenario was being discovered, agreeing with our spouse to last until our kids left home, and then splitting up. Given the level of yearning, it seemed a lot easier to talk about than to live out. At some point during the chats, we seemed to venture into territory so familiar, we agreed to meet. Great pains were taken to ensure each party had a simple and un-hurtful way to back out of the first encounter with no recriminations. We finally felt comfortable with our plans and took the plunge at a Denny's outside Framingham, far enough from the city to not be recognized. It was also a neutral place we could part from at anytime and end the experiment, no questions asked. The Denny's portion of our clandestine acquaintance lasted all of fifteen minutes. There was an awkward couple of minutes at the start, but we got through the surprise and pushed forward in our roles. She was drop dead gorgeous by my terms, a pretty face, wide shoulders and no wisp of a girl. She must have felt similarly about me for we hardly finished a cup of coffee when she said, "We need to go to the next step." I paid the bill and we moved our "married but looking" encounter to the hotel room I had standing by. Some frantic disrobing and an embrace that lasted long minutes ensued and that's how we got to where we are, spent, satisfied, perhaps each a bit guilty, but both smiling more broadly than either of us had in a long time. "You feel sooo good inside me." Her words were almost as sexy as her tone. She was drop dead HOT! Her breasts were full, a "D" cup easily, but so firm! And there were no scars, they were real. "I sure do!" I said, stealing her meaning for my use as well. We hugged tightly and savored the moment. Her pussy was wrapped firmly around my shaft, and I could feel her playing with it, contracting her muscles and then letting them go. I swear, if we weren't so wrapped up in the newness of this meeting I would have suggested she try to get us off that way, a process I could amply assist with pulses of my pole. I looked down at her fine breasts and ran my nose over them. I let my face drop down their front to suck teasingly on their nipples, then ride back up and leave the nipples hardening, waiting for my return. "Your tits are as beautiful, as firm and delicious as any I could imagine. Do you know that?" I looked up at her, smiling back. "Thank you. I like it when you talk to me. Please never stop." She pulled my head along side hers and we hugged tight again. "Happy you came?" I asked, "Any regrets?" "Are you kidding? This was better than I could have imagined! Oh no. No regrets," She tilted her head away to see my eyes, "Only hunger." She began a slow rocking motion on my lap. I rocked with her a few times, but wanted to try other things. Neither one of us had had another partner since we'd been married. We both had agendas on our wish lists. "Hold your breasts for me," I said, leaning back but keeping my hands around her behind her to support her. She let her hands come out from behind me and find their way under the flesh of her tits. Then she lifted them, the way she remembered me speaking on the "net," and she held them in her hands, feeding them out from her chest toward my face. "Oh, baby, they are sooooo beautiful." I leaned in after a long look and fed on the nipple of one, then the other. I learned something else about this woman too, for each time I nibbled on a nipple; she twitched in my lap. That sent sensations right up my cock and spine, causing me to nibble again, a bit harder. I could tell instinctively when I reached the point of maximum stimulation, and we rocked in unison as we explored the technique for several minutes. During a pause in the action, I heard, "I want to suck you." The words hit me like a train. I wasn't expecting them. The boldness was exhilarating, my cock slick with our juices. It was another dream we had shared early on. And if there was any lingering fear of feeling guilty, it was long gone now. I thought, "Fuck guilt!" "I'd like that, as long as it's reciprocal," I said, feeling a bit awkward with the words, but not at all with the anticipation of the deed. She looked down at my face and asked, "Are you sure?" In answer, I rocked us onto the bed, her on her back, me still inserted in her sopping cunt. Between her wetness and my jiz, she was a lake, damned inside, waiting to burst forth. She let her knees fall to the sides with her heels pulled up under her ass. I realized she did this to accommodate one of our previous discussions, to devour each other in the most blatant and uninhibited ways. The position would keep her hips turned up, and my jiz inside her until I came and got it. The recognition on both our faces as our eyes met was so full of anticipation our hearts were beating loud enough for each other to hear. I slowly withdrew my slippery shaft from her hole. As the head cleared her swollen lips, I felt a string of our sticky mix extend from me to her like a spider weaving a web, and I was careful to rise as vertically as possible. Spilling even a drop away from its intended destination would have lessened the experience. Once the goo let go and snapped back down on her slit, I quickly but carefully stepped over my captive "SugarGirl" and reversed our headings. She hungrily drew my cock down to her mouth, and into her throat, sucking down my spunk, and hers with it. I dropped my head to within a few inches of her wet twat and gazed upon my next meal, really my first ever of "his and hers". The aroma was thick with sex and it combined quickly with the sensations in my cock to drive my head down on her swollen lips. In seconds I was no longer tentatively tasting, but eagerly devouring our work. I had tasted my sperm before, but never really gulped in a bunch like this. Now that I had, and it was mixed with her cum fluids too, I felt like kicking myself in the ass for never trying it before. I wondered if she was as happy about cleaning the same concoction off my shaft. I used my hands on her ass to spread her cheeks and ready them for my next move. When I leaned closer, I felt my SugarGirl stiffen slightly, then relax again, a signal I took to proceed with what we had discussed online. I pulled my mouth from her pussy with a full load of mixed cum and dropped to her asshole where I proceeded to force the load back insider her. She squealed around my cock and jolted her hips up at my face. "Oh God!" There was a gurgle as she was trying to talk with her mouth full of my meat. "That's so good!" I smiled. I agreed. It was like squirting a water stream through my lips. When the pressure was sufficient, the stream burst through her tightened sphincter and spewed the fluid insider the hollow of her ass. Then the sphincter closed again, un-stretched by fingers or any other intrusion, and held the hot liquid inside. "But save some!" She gurgled again and sucked my cock harder into her throat. I felt her practicing another maneuver we'd talked about, trying to deep throat my shaft. And judging from the increasing pressure on the head of my dick, she was getting closer and closer to accomplishing her goal. While she worked at it, I went back to her tunnel of my jiz and sucked some more out. I kept sucking until I had what I thought was a proper mouthful, and then lifted my hips and quickly shifted my body back to an orientation with hers. Without hesitation I scooted my legs under hers again, pulled her back up in my lap, and drilled my cock deep up insider her pussy. Then we paused, looked squarely in each other's eyes, and when she nodded, we brought our mouths together. For the next several minutes we fucked slowly and swished our tongues around in each other's throats, tasting, swallowing bits and pieces, and thoroughly enjoying each other's fruits. At one point, she pulled back, drooled a little of the liquid on her tits, then rubbed it around, before bringing us back together. On several breaks in this action, I would bend my neck and lick the remaining stuff off her tits and bring it back to our little cum shuffling party. The entire experience was more than I had dreamed, and judging from SugarGirl's participation, she was having a time of it too. We used up the fluids eventually, and while she came three more times, I came once more and we both were reaching a point of what I would call intermediate exhaustion, defined by the inability to function sexually for at least a couple hours. "Come on," She said suddenly, "Let's get clean before we get really dirty!" She was bubbling like a little kid and that made me laugh with glee. Not only was she enjoying this, but she was just as eager for more as I was, though perhaps not near as close to exhaustion as I. Finally, the fantasies were coming true. In all those lonely midnight wakeups next to my wife, I would half-dream of fresh tits and ass at my beck and call, totally uninhibited. The bodies and minds would be immersed in a challenge of exploration and discovery, where everything was doable. It was just the real life body and mind that remained frustrated. She must have felt a touch of the same for suddenly I found myself being dragged by the hand to the bathroom. It was too early for this fantasy to end! The shower steamed up quickly and soon we were sitting in the tub, full of soap suds from a bubbles intensive potion she had brought with her. We'd talked about this kind of luxury and she'd insisted on converting me from a "shower guy" to a "bubble bath guy". By the time this one was over, she might just do it. The first thing I felt when her hands disappeared beneath the foot high layer of bubbles above the warm, half full bath was her touch on my cock. The slick moving hands glided up my shaft and back down, while her other hand caressed my balls just as smoothly. I fought to keep from letting my eyes close and plastered a mound of bubbles up against her tits. She loved the feeling and rolled her eyes, but kept working on my dick. We caressed each other like this for some time, luxuriating in the warm bath and company of each other's bodies. Occasionally we pinched or tweaked at one thing or another daring to look directly at the parts we were manipulating. We were kids in the tub, experimenting with each other's bodies, learning, teasing, playing. We laughed, and on occasion, uttered an "ouch" or an "easy." It was all part of the long suppressed learning process. We were both surprised at how much easier it was to explore an unknown body, than to try to do so with all the other burdens of spousal familiarity at home. Here, there were no inhibitions, no recriminations, no images to live up to, only bodies to exploit. We had put the world on "Pause," while we stopped to look around. We were not about emotional satisfaction, or even emancipation. This was smelling the roses, inside and out. I felt the first finger enter my ass abruptly. Perhaps she had wanted to make sure I didn't back out at the last second, or maybe she was afraid of backing out if she didn't move decisively. In either case, she smiled as her finger slid in, and I smiled as it felt so good having her inside me. "Another," I whispered in her ear. She slipped a second finger up my ass, her mouth open now to expand her intake of air. I held my knees high and squirmed, the feeling of my ass impaled on her fingers nearly too good to be true. I contracted my sphincter muscle and pulled on her fingers, and smiled my appreciation of her touch and the pressure she was exerting up my ass. "So you do like that, a lot." She whispered, twisting and rotating her fingers around to stimulate the ring. "More than you can know." I said with a somewhat raspy breath. "Maybe not." She said. This surprised me for she had told me when we met she did not like anal sex, and had never tried it. I told her she was like a little kid who refused to eat something new, despite not knowing what it tasted like. She simply said "No," in return, and I left it at that. But now, she seemed to be hinting of changing her mind, unless I was mistaken. I decided not to pursue it at that moment and asked, "Do you mind if I shift around?" She scowled slightly, but said, "No, I suppose not." Her fingers withdrew. I twisted and turned and wound up on my knees, straddling her legs with my ass nearly in her face. "Now, a little deeper?" I wiggled my hole at her. I could sense, rather than see her smile. In seconds, I felt the first finger back inside me, only this time deeper by far. Giving her better access worked perfectly. I felt the palm of her hand push up against my ass and surmised she had shoved her middle finger inside to its last knuckle. It felt wonderful. "Another," I repeated the glutinous demand. The second finger came in slowly, a movement that served to enhance the anticipation and the outcome. I felt every contour of her finger, every knuckle as it slipped through my door. Her two fingers finally buried themselves to her palm inside and I squirmed again on her hand. Having my ass fucked by two soap covered digits from someone else's hand was everything it had been fantasized to be, and more. She felt exquisite inside me and I told her so. "I don't want you to take your hand back, ever." I heard her coo and then there was silence, as much from her stillness as mine. Had I gone too far? Or was she reflecting again on the pleasure such an act might give her? She said nothing, but experimented with another finger inside me. Too bad for her if she fails to come around, I thought, but my personal luck continued, even if she wasn't ready to try it. She was determined to give me my fantasies anyway. We played in the tub for awhile longer, pausing for a good ten minutes of cuddling in the slowly cooling and diminishing bubbles. Her head rested comfortably in the junction of my arm and shoulder and my free hand rested softly on her breast. Very slowly I caressed her while we allowed our heads to touch. This was turning out to be an extraordinary day. I let her out of tub first, after she rinsed under the shower. While she dried herself she talked of how amazing our time together had been so far. At one point I wondered if she was getting ready to leave, a fear all but confirmed when she stepped to the bathroom door saying, "Take your time getting out." After listening to her activity for several minutes, I became convinced she was still in the bedroom of our suite, but was packed and ready to bolt. The sadness was stronger than I could have imagined. My disappointment was exaggerated by the realization that I might never have such an explosive rendezvous again. I rinsed, brushed and dried off before stepping back into the bedroom in the other terrycloth robe. My fears and sadness were instantly exploded by what the military would call, "Shock and Awe." If the noise of war in the middle east was thunderous, the appearance of SugarGirl in her stockings, garter belt, open-tipped bra and spiked heels was the earth shattering concussion. My jaw dropped to my knees and my dick sprung from semi-hard to rigid in a heartbeat, right through the folds of the robe. Married & Looking "So I guess you approve," She whispered erotically. I didn't have to look. "You are unbelievable! I have never, ever, seen anyone I have wanted so badly before, and that's after eighteen years of marriage and two orgasms in the last couple hours! You are the hottest thing in this universe!" I meant every word. She obviously appreciated the compliments for she twirled like a model, her tits bouncing gleefully, and said, "Why thank you! I don't know about the rest of the universe, but if anyone on the planet feels hotter than I right now, global warming has already arrived. Come over here, Lover." I stepped across the room and slowly ran my hands all over her. She was wearing a pair of stretchy, non lace and semi-transparent panties over her garter belt straps, just as we had talked about in chat. I had told her I wanted to fuck a woman dressed just the way she was, and that I would remove the panties before I took her. She remembered every bit of the fantasy, right down to the sheer material of the panties. The garter and bra were of the same design, a lacey material in red that matched the color and design of her stockings. I had offered to get her an outfit, but she had refused and brought her own, obviously of better quality, and maybe with some hope of using it again later. Regardless, she was hot as steam and I wanted to get burned. I too however, had remembered my partner's fantasies. She hadn't had that many, and the few she had were pretty simple, like the romp in the tub. Perhaps the kinkiest she had was appropriate now and I reached for my bag on the credenza at the foot of the bed. Pulling the zipper I looked inside for something specific among the items there. It was at one end of the small canvass duffle, and came free easily. The black leather piece looked at first like a thong, and it went on accordingly. I had tried it on behind closed doors at my office and had to admit it felt very sexy. I turned around so she could not see my further transformation, installed the tantalizing package, and turned back to present her with her next fantasy. SugarGirl stared at my groin. It bulged with separate mounds for my balls and cock. Naturally the leather augmented my natural assets and gave her a thrill that could be read in her smile. She was about to cup me there, but closer inspection revealed to her that the pouch was not a single thickness, but two layers of very soft leather. The outer layer was peeled away by pulling it down and out from the softer side of two narrow Velcro strips. It came off in her hand, revealing a cock standing out stiffly from its restricted origin, and two balls neatly bulging and equally separated from anything else, including each other. The three point impact made its mark and SugarGirl knelt down to examine, fondle and suck all parts intimately. "Oh you sweet man, you. You remembered, and did me one better. This, these, mmmm are sooo good." She continued to play with me and I complained not! Her fingers were cool and felt like icicles playing with my balls. The palms of her hands rubbed up and down my cock and warmed it more with sensations than the heat of flesh. My knees weakened and I nearly fell in the dreamy state of sexual satisfaction. "You better stop, before I get beyond the point of no return. We have a lot to do yet." She looked up and smiled devilishly, "Only if you promise to let me have some more later." She continued to fondle me until I agreed. A small price to pay... I practically shouted, "I promise, cross my heart." "And your balls," She said, dragging a fingernail down between my nuts. I shivered. She stood back up and kissed me long and hard on the lips then peeled apart again. "I'm your slut, Mister. Use me, anyway you want." I recognized her offer more for its trust than some new liberty. We both knew our next fantasy was somewhat duel in character. She had wanted to be used like a slut, and I had wanted a slut of a woman in stockings and open-tipped bra to use. We had even discussed a little bondage, though had agreed that pain was out, and "No," meant it. In one movement, I pushed her back on the bed, swung an arm to grab my bag and bring it with us, and pushed her knees up to her chest as I fell on her. She was surprised, but quickly relieved to see me smiling and kissing her nipples protruding from her taunting bra. While I did so, I felt blindly around in the bag with one hand and retrieved a piece of soft, nylon rope. Before she knew what was happening, I had tied her wrists together, and raised them over her head. I threw the rest of the rope up to the top of the bed. I kissed and fondled her tits a bit longer, before crawling forward to loop the loose end over the frame and back to me. While I was busy, so was SugarGirl. She had raised her head when my balls were suspended in leather above her and sucked them into her mouth. Depriving her of more than a moment's satisfaction, I knelt back between her legs again and pulled on the loose end of rope to stretch her arms way up over and behind her head. I secured them there; a slip knot being more than sufficient. Having coiled all the lines individually before loading them into the bag, it was easy for me to reach in without looking and pull out another. I did so as I adjusted my thighs to angle out and hold down the toes of her spiked heeled feet. By the time she realized what I was doing, I had her toes under the inside of my spread thighs, her heels jammed up against her ass with the spikes pointing down into the mattress. I wrapped several loops of the soft rope around her ankles and secured them to her thighs near her hips to hold her legs doubled back on themselves, checking to ensure the ties were loose enough to not cut off circulation. She couldn't remain that way forever, but an hour was certainly not out of the question. The next item I pulled from the bag was a bar about two fee long. I held it up for her to see it, and then put it on the bed. Then I pulled a blind fold from the bag and cut her vision off completely. The bar, something we had not discussed, extended by untwisting its two parts, pulling them to the desired length, and then twisting them tight again. I adjusted it longer and secured it to her knees with some Velcro straps, spreading them nearly three feet wide. I rose to my feet on the floor at the foot of the bed to admire my work and take a few pictures with the digital camera from the bag. Her heels were on the bed, right up to her ass. Her knees were pointed up but spread wide by the bar, opening her entire crotch, pussy and ass to the lens. Her hands and arms were pulled snug above her head and she was blindfolded, beginning to wonder, I was sure, what was next. Not wanting make her to wait, or me either, I stepped back onto the bed and knelt again at her loins. My cock slid into her pussy as easy as a nail in jello she was so wet with anticipation. Her moan of satisfaction and relief was both loud, and sensual. I pushed my cock up her vaginal tunnel as far as it would go, and sat there, still for several minutes. Eventually, she tried to pump herself against me, wanting release. She began rocking her leg assembly back and forth to create some action between my cock and her pussy, but I quickly stopped her movement by grasping and holding the bar firm. She demonstrated her frustration with a wiggle of her ass but I squeezed my legs together beside either cheek to hold her firmly in place. Finally it dawned on her what I wanted, stimulation through the only means left to her, contracting her pussy muscles as we had discussed. I drove the message home with a few rapid contractions of the muscle in my cock. We were perfectly still, except for our sexual organs. They began to work together to bring us the pleasure we'd speculated about in chat. It was truly amazing to feel ourselves at work with each other's body, as if SugarGirl and I were bystanders at an orchestra of muscle. My cock soon found a rhythm to SugarGirl's tightening frequency and the two organs worked in concert to enhance their respective impact. When her vaginal tunnel contracted on my meat, another pulse emitted from me, tugging it against her squeeze. The result was an accentuated friction between us that stirred us both to even stronger response. We could have easily cum in this fashion, even if we'd followed it with nothing else. But that was not to be the case. I put my hands on the bar across her knees and gently rocked it forward toward her chest, lifting her feet off the bed and rotating her groin upward more firmly against my groin, then past its optimum contact through a slight withdrawal. I tried to time the movement with that of our self-propelled organs, and the result was a low, slow moan from each of us. The increased sensation was exquisite in the deliberate slipping of her tunnel walls along the soft skin of my shaft. The bar stopped only when it reached her chest, laying an indentation across her breasts. I reached forward and removed her blindfold and immediately our eyes met. We said nothing audible, but everything with our gaze. Moving nothing but my controlling arm, I pulled the bar back and rotated her lower half into me once more. It was like a ratchet, pulling her cunt down on my cock with leverage, drilling my shaft into her further than either of us had a right to expect. Another moan rose from each of us and we repeated the cycle again, and again. Had SugarGirl not suddenly spoken, I would have cum in the next minute. Through the fog of impending orgasm I heard, "Fuck my ass." The fog lifted and our world froze. Had I heard correctly? It couldn't have been true, could it? Feeling only her wiggling hips, prodding me back in to action, I wrote the errant thoughts off to wishful thinking and pumped my cock back up into her pussy. "No! I want it up my ass! Now, before I change my mind." The words were real! She was in such heat as to try something I knew she avoided like the plague. I knew I was as hot as ever as I could remember, but SugarGirl must have been even more so than I. Her hips jammed up against my lions again, harder. She meant it! I had been watching her eyes, pleading at first. But now they were determined, as evidenced by her ultimate admonition, "Fuck me in the ass now, Mister, just take it slow." Slow was okay by me! This was almost as new for me as it was for SugarGirl. So slowly, I pulled my ram back and slipped it free of her hot, comfortable pussy. Looking down I could see my shaft was as lubricated as she could possibly expect. Perhaps her thoughts of this act, welling up inside her probably since before our bath, had produced such a liberal dose of juice as to grease me so. The woman wanted her ass fucked, and she was merely preparing the fucker. At the moment the head of my cock came in contact with her virgin, sphincter wall, a shiver ran through SugarGirl's body. Her eyes were wide open and she became so still suddenly that I wondered if I'd already hurt her. But she soon smiled up at me and nodded so slightly as to hardly be perceptible. Despite her body's anticipatory rebellion, she wanted to proceed. I reached down to help my cock focus on its target, and shifted into her until I felt the telltale resistance of her muscle. The head was nearly half inside her when the tightness warned us both that proceeding further would cause pain. The real question was how much pain, and how much was SugarGirl prepared to take. After a time I began a few probes of the minutest measure. Each time I did, there was a sudden and sharp revulsion from her, followed by an intake of breath, and then stillness. The only progressive sign of recognition was a deepening furrow in her brow. I was beginning to believe that she just might not loosen up for me, that her fears of the act were justified after all. She might be one of those people who just couldn't let go, no matter how much they wanted to. Yet, she had not yelped in pain, nor had she given me any indication she was backing down. She had told me to take it slow, and it seemed that as long as I did so, she was still in the fight. I pushed slightly harder. "Oh! It does hurt, doesn't it?" She looked into my eyes but smiled. I tried to smile back, "I'll stop, any time you say." "No. Don't. Just keep going the way you are, that is if you can." Her eyes were suddenly clear and told me everything I needed to know. She was not turning back, short of me getting hurt, and that wasn't the least bit likely. She was determined to see this through at least this one time. She was determined to find out what all the talk was about, and make up her own mind form experience, not myth. Yet, her pain at each little push was hurting me more than anything else. I knew what it was like to be on the other side of that barrier to this forbidden act. I knew the pleasure that could be achieved from such penetration, for both parties. SugarGirl up to now however, had only seen the pain, none of the pleasure. Looking down at her determined expression, I decided I had enough latitude to bring the pain to a head and start its decline, if indeed it was going to decline at all. I bumped my hips forward to bury the head of my dick in her ass. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed, arching her back as if to withdraw her ass, yet not really pulling it away. "Oh my!" She said again, a bit less agitated, a bit more sexual. After a minute of stillness to allow her sphincter to adjust, I began a slow and gentle motion of my hips forward and back. The distance traveled was so little as to hardly move my meat inside her, but sufficient to let her feel the first signs of pleasure, the first sensations of arousal generated by foreign flesh massaging her opening. It was the right thing to do. The muscle did relax with this motion, and her hips did begin to move in opposite rhythm. She wanted more! SugarGirl's ass transformed itself from a plump, sexually teasing appendage to a wanton, padded tunnel of desire, growing quickly in demand for more contact. It devoured my meat as if it were the last food on earth to consume. I felt spasms of tightening and letting go as SugarGirl began to experiment with her muscles. I felt the intense heat of her insides as more and more of my shaft was accepted, then held within. She moaned aloud with each deeper thrust until finally she was taking my entire cock in her ass and working to pound her hips up at me for more. "My tits, Baby! Grab my tits!" I was shocked. So fast she had changed! She not only loved me up her butt, but she wanted me mauling her breasts. My fantasy had suddenly become hers. She turned slut, glutinous whore, insatiable bitch in heat. I complied and reached under the bar and massaged her melons vigorously. "Harder! Damnit! Fuck me! God Damn you! Fuck me!" She was practically screaming her lust. Her body was racking in the throws of pre-orgasm, one that seemed to want to burst forth and yet was deliberately held back by her. Her control was increased by the sensations emitting not from her clit so much as new and less sensitive regions. She was something different entirely, lasting longer but voracious in a craving for contact and penetration and commanding in her demands on me to satisfy her. I had dreamed of such deep and complete penetration and now it was reality. Unbelievably, the reality was better and more extreme than the dream. We were connected so tightly as to feel the heartbeat of each other's body through venal contact. She bucked her hips up to goad me onward, to increase our pace, and to challenge me to bury myself deeper still. I felt her hot tunnel wrapped around my cock for the first time, sucking me desperately inward, a virginal assault turned suicide response. I looked down at this delicious woman and watched as her tits sprung back after every impact of my hands, how they jiggled when freed again, or compressed under the pressure of my manipulations. I watched as she stared into my eyes, her arms suspended above her head in total submission to my demands. I reveled in the feelings of my suddenly enormous dick reaching deep inside her ass to relieve itself of all its pent up demand. And I rocked my head back as I felt that release begin. "Oh God, Baby. I'm cuming again! Oh Yes!" I don't know if I said that or she, but she did finally let go with abandon and bucked more severely through her orgasm and mine. As we built in tension, we also let our bodies work themselves up further, almost telling us what to do. The sensations were flooding our brains through every nerve ending we had. My external and her internal temperatures equalized and partied in a fervor of delirium, making it known to each of us this would in no way be the last time. Eventually, we built our actions up to the point of me slamming my piston into her and her screaming for more. She was tied up still and that enhanced her desire, causing her to virtually throw her hips up at my loins. The explosions were tremendous in each of us, and each was transmitted to each other. We fucked long and hard, taking each other in as if it were our last chance to do so. Neither of our bodies had expected such pleasure, nor had either of us expected to keep it up this long. But the moment was not to be denied. I closed my eyes and let the sensations of her forbidden tunnel walls surrounding the sensitive skin of my dick reach full recognition in my mind. Slick and smooth, our skins caressed each other, greased on their way by juices from SugarGirl and welling up in me. We both groaned aloud and demanded more. There was no question that both our orgasms were the most intense ever. We each called out for more, profanity the order of the moment. I pushed several fingers in SugarGirl's mouth and she sucked on them as if they were the first food she'd had in days. I let my entire weight push on my cock to fill her hole, and she rocked her loins back at me as if in a desperate act, necessary to survive. We merged our bodies into blissful satiation in yet another fantasy fulfilled for me, and a long standing quelled fear for SugarGirl. Our orgasms finally abated and I collapsed for several minutes where we were. I knew the position could not be that comfortable for her, but I had little strength left. She kept nibbling at my ear in her own exhaustion, presumably to relieve any guilt I might be feeling lying on her tired frame so. We rested for sometime. I untied her as soon as I was able to move again, and we laid back on the pillows of the bed. "I cannot, ever, remember being that turned on before." She said, breaking the blissful silence. "I know exactly what you mean," I said, allowing my entire body to collapse on itself. "And we are so lucky." She added. "Oh?" I asked, thinking she meant something beyond the obvious. "It's not even lunch time yet." I removed the restraints before we laid on our backs beside each other, looking reflectively up at the ceiling, and perhaps more satiated than either of us had ever been. We both laughed. I shivered. I couldn't remember the last time I had cum three times in one day, let alone more. Finally, I asked, "I guess you liked it then?" She rolled over on me and kissed me long and hard. "I can't believe I waited all this long. I am so sorry for being such a prude." I smiled and said, "And I'm sorry for being so timid and aloof." There were a lot of things I felt sorry for. We fell back on our backs for several minutes. Finally, SugarGirl said, "This was a good idea." I continued to bask in the glow of post orgasmic relaxation, still tainted a bit by the tendency toward guilt and regret, but I agreed, "Yeah, it really was. And damnit, no regrets." She said immediately, "Right about that, none." I breathed a huge sigh of relief. "The past is the past." I echoed. Married & Looking After a moment, she asked, "When did you realize SugarGirl was me?" She was still looking at the ceiling, still holding back a piece of her mind. She'd always been a touch mysterious to me, a condition that had its good points and bad. "When you talked about the kids," I said, smiling now, at the memory, but remembering how shocked I was at the realization then. My wife may not have known it yet, but she was conspiring with her husband to have an affair, and her husband was equally guilty, having been there for the same purpose. "Funny," I added, "How neither of us let on we knew we were talking to each other." She smiled but said nothing. I asked, "When did you figure out who I was?" There was a moment of silence. A tear came to her eye. She looked at me and admitted, "When I saw you in Denny's." The implications were devastating to her, as much as sobering to me. I had failed our marriage sexually to the point of driving her to satisfaction elsewhere. That she was prepared to go ahead with an affair, hit me like a hammer. I could tell by her voice she was on the verge of complete sorrow and yet I felt more guilty than she must have. I know I would have stepped out of our marriage with an affair. And now I knew I'd driven her there too. I turned to face her and said, "Baby, the whole thing was my fault. I'm the one who withdrew. I caused the roaming thoughts in both our heads. But by luck, or whatever, we avoided a disaster, and discovered a whole new side of 'us' at the same time." I paused, then put a hand to her cheek and added, "It's all behind us now." She considered my thoughts and said with a warm smile, "Well, it's not all behind us, baby. I still like my tits fondled while you're up my ass." the end * * * * * You finished! I cannot how proud I am to have you spend your valuable time with me. Whether you liked this story or not, I'd sure like to know, and why. I listen to all constructive comments, and even some that are not. If you include your email address, I'll write and thank you and answer any questions. The story doesn't end till the reader puts it down. Thanks, truly, for your time.