0 comments/ 36258 views/ 3 favorites The Affair Ch. 01 By: DarkrSide "Oh please, I've seen the way he looks at you. He is so flirting with you," Curtis said to his wife, Maggie. "Whatever. We're just fooling around," she responded as she fixed her hair in the hallway mirror. She had just celebrated her thirty-first birthday, but still looked young enough to pass for twenty seven or eight. She had short blonde hair and green eyes. There was no sag on her body either, Maggie kept herself in pretty good shape. Since marriage, she had put on a few extra pounds, but nothing too noticeable. Maggie was a native of Alabama, and her voice proved it. She had the deep southern accent. "Yeah, right. He wants another kind of fooling around and you know it," Curtis replied. "Stop it, you're just being paranoid now." "You're beautiful woman. I take it as a compliment that another man is interested in my wife. I'm okay with that," he walked up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist, looking into the mirror while resting his chin on her shoulder. "You know why I'm okay with that?" While her accent was clear to detect, he didn't have one. Curtis was a few years older than Maggie. He was a little taller too, with short dark hair and a moustache. His voice was deep, yet cracked a little. "Why?" she reached back to touch his face. "Because I trust you," he kissed her cheek. "Good. Well, babe. I have go to work. I'll see you tonight," Maggie turned around and kissed Curtis as she left the room and jumped in her car. On the twenty five minute drive to work, Maggie couldn't help but let her mind wander as she listened to the car stereo. Was Patrick really flirting with her? He knew she was married, so it wasn't like he had a chance to be any more than just her friend, right? It was flattering that a younger man by at least seven years could be attracted to her. If she was single, maybe. But she was a married woman now, and she loved her husband. Maggie had never thought of being unfaithful. But the words of her husband got her thinking. Maybe she had caught Randal looking at her from time to time. But that didn't prove anything, did it? Maggie got to work before Randal. He wasn't scheduled in for another hour and a half after her. She tried to concentrate at work, but her mind started wandering. Was Randal really flirting with me or was he just trying to pass the time? A lot of people flirt around here. It helps to get through the day. She caught herself flirting too, it didn't mean she was physically attracted to that person. She kept telling herself Curtis was wrong. Randal didn't want to be more than just friends with her. But the more she thought about it, the more little things he did seemed to fit with what Curtis said. He did flirt with her a lot. He said he enjoyed working with her. But, why? She did enjoy his company. Randal always made her laugh. That was another thing. He did have the most amazing eyes she had ever seen. That was the first thing she noticed about Curtis when she met him, was his eyes. But Randal's were a different shade of green. If she tried, she could see herself getting lost in his eyes. He was a handsome man, funny, charming. Maggie felt her self smile. "What's wrong with you, Maggie?" She asked herself as the smile faded. Was she actually thinking about another man? This is all Curtis' fault, she thought. He planted all these thoughts of Randal in her head. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't be sitting here wondering what his kiss felt like. And that's when she noticed the moisture forming between her legs. Oh my God. This was the first time that another man other than Curtis had caused a sensation inside her. Maggie was starting to feel real guilty about it now. She didn't know what to do. Did she confess to Curtis that his suggestion made her turned on by another man? Would he leave her? Maggie took a deep breath and once again blamed Curtis for this situation. He planted this in her head. It's all his fault! She wasn't feeling anything towards Randal. It was just the power of suggestion… well, that's she thought until she looked up and saw him walking towards her. For the briefest moments in her mind, she could see him kissing her, almost taste him on her lips. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way, but Randal was making her weak. And the closer he got, the more curious she was becoming of him. She tried to shake that vision of him in her mind, but it wasn't working. And to make it worse, he had switched directions and was crossing right to her. "Hi Maggie," Randal smiled as he walked past her on his way to the back room. She smiled back, trying to cover up the thoughts she was having about him at that very moment. That had gotten more intense. As he walked by, she watched his lips as he said hi. They looked so soft and gentle. She wanted to feel them on her lips, on her neck, and places she knew she shouldn't want another man to kiss. The lips were one thing, but her thoughts weren't so innocent anymore. She felt guilty enough about wanting him to kiss her lips, let alone her breasts. This wasn't good at all. The only consolation Maggie was beginning to feel was that she didn't work in the same area as Randal. So maybe she could get through the day with only seeing him a few times. But the question still remained, does she tell her husband? She decided against it, seeing how she wasn't going to act on these thoughts and like she'd been convincing herself all day, it was HIS fault, not hers. Because she barely saw him that day, she was all right. Sure she thought about him occasionally, but Maggie was a professional. She did her job the way she was hired to do it. She bumped into Randal twice that first day, and both times led to her visualizing him in ways she knew she shouldn't. This went on for a week. At home she pretended nothing was going on. She did something she said she would never do, she lied to Curtis. He didn't ask directly about Randal. But she could sense he was hinting about him. If Maggie thought the conversation was heading towards Randal, she would change the subject. She didn't want to think about him at home, at least not in the presence of her husband. Another few days had past since the fascination she was feeling started. And with each passing day, Maggie was starting to question. Was it just a fascination or was she developing a crush on Randal? No matter how many times she told herself she was a happily married woman, the simple thought of him made her want him. She started to get nervous. What if these feelings never went away? More importantly, did she want them to go away? Maggie felt so alive when she had her little fantasies about Randal. Then after about a month of fantasies and desire, Maggie crossed the line. She had seen Randal many times, talking to her five or six times that day. She lost track how many separate little fantasies she had about him. On the way home from work, she was so turned on from a replay of one of those fantasies, Maggie had to stop the car and pull over. Right there on the side of the road she slid her hand between her legs and began to play with herself. This was not like Maggie at all. But at this point, she didn't care. She moaned out his name as she erupted in her panties. And the thing that troubled her the most, she liked it. When she got home, she tackled Curtis to the ground. He must have wondered what came over her that night. She seemed to be overcome by lust. And if she couldn't have Randal, well, she was going to have to settle for her husband. Maggie and Curtis has a pretty tame sex life, but that night she showed her wilder side. He raised an eyebrow but never questioned it. The more time she was at work in close proximity to Randal, the more her passions began to grow. And it got to the point that she knew she needed to quench them. But could she really cheat on her husband of seven years? Fingering yourself while dreaming of someone else is bad enough, but to actually give in to your carnal desires? Could Maggie do it? She was now convinced what Curtis has said six weeks ago was true, he did want her. At least that's what she thought. Maybe it was wishful thinking on her part. The only thing she knew was her pussy was on fire when she heard his name or saw his face. She wanted to fuck Randal, but could she go through with it. Could he? Would he? The Affair Ch. 01 (Please keep in mind that this story is purely fictional. Any parts or situations in this story are purely coincidental. If anything offends you in the story…please do not read any further. Thank You. ) I really couldn’t tell you how all of this began; not the exact time or day, but I know it was this year. I am not proud to tell this story, nor do I support extra-marital affairs, but the need to tell my side of the story is extremely urgent. I am a young black woman 25 years old, and married with one child. As a web developer, I am online quite a bit, therefore, I continuosly surf the web for new and interesting things. My marriage hadn’t been going so well, and my husband, Rashad, and I fought all the time, sometime over serious issues or petty things. His controlling and insecure behavior was driving me insane, so going online, whether it is in chat rooms or playing a game, was a release for me. Since I like to write stories and poems, I decided to put one on a writer’s forum. I didn’t think much of it until I got an email back about 2 weeks later from a gentleman who said he liked my story. Since I was raised to be a “good girl”, I never really had the chance to express myself sexually the way that I wanted too (even while being married), so I decided to write a few erotic stories. However, one of the stories I had written, was a favorite by this man who had emailed me the feedback. After a while, we began chatting online via email at first. I still hadn’t given him my real name (because it had been about a week in the making), but he gave me plenty of information about himself. His name was Ray, and was originally from Quebec, Canada, but moved to New Jersey a few years ago with his family. After a few days, told him my name was Shana…but did not give him my last name…just to be safe. Ray was a 45 years old white man, married for 15 years, and had 3 children. I have no problem with him being white at all. I dated a few white men, so race was never a factor. Although I am 25, and he was 45…he being an older man really turned me on. Soon, we began chatting online via instant messenger as well as through emails. I had sent him pictures of me, and he sent me a few of him. He was about 6 foot with a semi-muscular build, salt and pepper hair (which was thinning), and attractive features. I don’t like to brag, but I do receive a lot of compliments on my looks. He constantly told me how beautiful I was, and how he once had a relationship with a black woman in the 80’s, when he was younger. Weeks had gone by, and we continued to chat with each other every few days, and sometimes our chats had some sexual innuendos, but never really “dirty” or “cyber” sexual conversations. I wanted so much to tell him why I absorbed myself in my writings, and why I decided for the first time to actually seek out a friendship with an older white man. I had always wanted to see what it would be like to have sex with a white man. Sure, I had plenty of offers, and came close a few times, but I had never been the type to sleep around, so I always declined. But, something about Ray intrigued me, so I wanted to know more about him, and what he really wanted from me. After being married for over 3 years, Rashad and I were going through our ups and downs…as in any marriage. However, we fought continuously, mostly about his jealous and obsessive behavior, and him never being home. I was extremely lonely all the time. Yes, I had my son to keep me company…but it wasn’t the same as wanting your spouse to be there. Rashad was a work-a-holic, and a very jealous person, but I was too afraid to tell that to Ray, for I thought he would run like hell. But, when I did email Ray to tell him, he understood, and just seemed to really care about my feelings. I was still skeptical because he was an older man, and we were “online buddies”, and we had not met, so my safety was a very serious issue to me. He was married, but that didn’t take away my paranoia. After about 2 months, Ray and I finally decided to take it a bit further. We exchanged cell phone numbers, and begin talking on the phone (secretly), just about every other day or so. Since Ray was originally from Canada, he possessed such a cute accent. His voice was deep and sexy. I knew that it was damn near impossible for us to chat everyday, but when we did…I got all warm and tingly inside. There was always a wave of guilt that flew over because of us both being married…with children, but each time that I talked with him…I felt more and more comfortable. I thought about us making love all the time. One day, he called and told me that he had to come to the same state I lived in, for business. He asked if we could meet, but I wasn’t ready. The day of his arrival, he phoned me on my cell phone. “Hey Shana…it’s me…Ray”, he said. “Umm…I Ray. How was your flight?” I asked nervously. “It was ok. I am just glad to be down here where it’s sunny. Thank God we are finally closer to each other”. “Yeah. But I can’t promise you that we will meet”, I told him. “It’s ok. I like hearing your voice. When the time is right, and it’s meant to be…we will hook up one day”, Ray replied. When he said “the right” things…it just made me melt. So, for the next couple of days, we talked on and off. Sometimes during our conversation, I would masteurbate while I was on the phone with him. He would never know, because I would just play it off, but when I came…I came very hard. Sometimes, I would have to cover up my mouth to keep from screaming out loud. I had gotten bold and sent him some pictures of my pussy. I had NEVER done that before, but I went ahead and did it. When he received the photos, he called me thanking me. I couldn’t believe I had done that, but I wanted him to see me…inside of me. I wanted him to be inside of me. Although I am very shy, I felt so comfortable with Ray, it was unbelievable. One night we actually had phone sex. He was in town for a few more days, but I was too nervous and too shy to meet him. That Monday, he flew back to Jersey. I would ask him personal and very sexual questions, and he would do the same. I asked him how big his dick was, and to my surprise…he told me it was 8 inches. To me, that was big because my pussy is always tight, and I was kind of afraid of him hurting me. Ray assured me that if we ever made love, he would take it nice and slow, and be a gentleman about the whole thing. Thinking about him putting that big 8 inch cock inside me, made me wet just thinking about it. I thought about fucking him all the time, but I knew I didn’t have the guts to have an affair. But something burning inside of me wanted him so badly…not just my hormones. I thought he was running game, but even if he was, he was doing a damn good job at it! Since I take baths every other night, I usually closed the bedroom and bathroom door, to have some privacy. Parenthood and Wifehood needed a break sometime. While in the tub talking on my cell phone with him, my hand would start to wonder down between my legs. I would get so hot (not from the heat of the bath water), that my legs would quiver. I would come at least 8 or 9 times while continued to massage my genitals. Ray was still unsuspecting that I was masterbating while on the phone with him. Even at work, I would think about having sex with him, and him eating my pussy. I felt so guilty because of us being married, but every bone in my body ached for him. A month later, he had to come back down to get some clients to sign a few contracts. “Please, Shana. Can I see you? We don’t have to do anything. We can just have a cup of coffee or something, or go see a movie.” Ray asked. “I would love to Ray, but you know Rashid is all psycho, and he never lets me go anyplace. How can I sneak out? I’m not that great of a liar, you know?” I replied. “Just tell him that you need sometime to yourself for a few hours, and we can hang out. I will rent a hotel room that’s within your city limits. Shana, I really want to see you. We talk all the time on the phone, we’ve sent pictures to one another, shit, and we even know intimate things about each other. Please, just at least have dinner with me. Please?” he begged. I accepted his offer. That Saturday, I decided we would meet because he had to be back in New Jersey Monday morning. I was extremely nervous. I didn’t know if Ray would kill or rape me, but I was willing to take a risk. I had gotten a babysitter that day, and prepared for the night. I went to a salon and got my hair and nails done. I went and bought a sexy, but casual, outfit, new shoes, and a sexy bra and matching panties. I really didn’t have any intentions of sleeping with Ray, in mind; I just wanted to finally meet him. But, was a 25 year old woman, like me, doing with a 45 year old white man…and we’re both married?! I was so nervous, that I almost phoned him to tell him we couldn’t meet. That night, we met at a nice restaurant about 30 minutes away from where I lived. I was not about to get caught, so we went someplace I thought no one would ever be. When I saw Ray, my mouth dropped. Yes, he balding a little up top, but he was in excellent shaped. He had a muscular build, and was so handsome. I being as shy and I am…I completely froze. He walked over to me and kissed my hand. I was feeling really warm and tingly inside. We had dinner, and talked about this and that. At the end of the night, we decided to take a stroll in the park. I had such a great time with him that I didn’t want the night to end. I kept catching him looking at my cleavage, and he would quickly look away. Yes, I would looking gorgeous that night…and I would get so turned on by catching him take quick “peeps”. At the end of the night, we went back to each other’s cars. Ray asked if I wanted to go to his hotel room to hang out for a bit. I was so scared and nervous, so I declined. I told me he understood. We kissed goodnight, and I went home…leaving him with a hard on. Ray and I continued to chat online, on the phone, and secretly see each other when he came to town. We still hadn’t had sex, because I felt that if he wanted my pussy that bad...he had to work for it. Not to be conceited, but I know my shit is good, so this old white man had to bust his ass to get it. One particular day Rashad and I got into a huge fight. I packed some of my things, and checked into a hotel…leaving him at home with the baby. I called Ray and told him what happened, and like always, he was there for me. I was crying and really depressed while I poured my feelings out to him. Ray said that, since it was on a Saturday, he could take the earliest flight to come console me. That sent chills up my body because I couldn’t believe he would take a flight at the last minute to come and see me. He booked a flight, and in less than 7 hours, he was at the airport in my hometown. We both lived on the east coast, but he had to give his wife an excuse and to why he had to leave all of a sudden. He checked into the same hotel I was staying in, but I wasn’t ready to see him, so we just talked on the phone. I was still crying a little, and had a bit too much to drink. I wasn’t drunk, but just a bit tipsy. I went and took a long hot shower, which made me feel so much better. I lotioned up, and put on a nice pair of panties, and an oversized man’s long sleeved polo shirt. I had the Tom Cruise, Risky Business, look going. An hour later, Ray came knocking at my door. It was late, but I was wide awake. I opened the door, and there he stood…with a smile on his face. I was very nervous out of fear something would happen between us, so I just stood there. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asked. I motioned for him to come inside, and he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and sat on the couch. I sat on the other end of the couch. He asked how I was feeling, and we began to talk. He then took off his shoes and socks and told me he wanted to get comfortable. I could smell his cologne…and it smelt so good that it drove me nuts. After about 20 minutes of talking, he moved closer to me, and began rubbing my back. He told me it could help me relax. I stopped him, looked him deep in his eyes, fighting back tears, and said: “Ray, I don’t want you to hurt me. I know you are just using me, but please….don’t break my heart.” Several tears streamed down my cheek, and Ray gently wiped them away. Still looking into my eyes, he replied “Shana…I don’t use people. I would never do anything to hurt you, or make you do something you don’t want to do. I care about you very much. You are very special to me, and if your asshole of a husband can’t see that…that’s his problem. Ok?” I quickly nodded yes. And with that, he gently kissed me on the lips. That kiss sent a wave of shocks throughout my body, and it felt good. I kissed him back, and we just began passionately kissing. In the back of my mind, I was still feeling pains of guilt, but my pussy was telling me something else. I was wet in almost an instant. Ray would put his hands through my hair and continue to kiss me softy. He then began kissing me gently on my neck, then my ears, and on to my chin. I wanted this man so bad, and tried so hard to fight not fucking the mess out of him. His kisses felt so good that they made me quiver, and I began to softly let out moans. Ray then began taking off his shirt, and I gladly helped him with that. He laid me down on the couch, and we continued to kiss, for what seemed like hours. He then took his hand and slid it up under my shirt and began to caress my breasts. I could feel his big hard erection through his pants. I was almost too afraid to have sex with him, but his penis felt unusually large. He then unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my beautiful caramel breasts. He paused and looked at me and said, “Are you ok? Want me to stop?” he asked. He was making me feel so good that I almost pretended not to hear him. I replied through my deep heavy breaths, “No Ray. You are making me feel so good. Please don’t stop”. I reached down and unzipped his pants, helping him remove them. He then removed my shirt, as I was now just in my panties, and he was in his boxers. His white skin looked so good against my black skin. He was such a slow and gentle lover, and I liked that. I could feel his hard cock though his shorts rubbing against my crotch through my panties. By now, I had gotten scared because I thought it was going to hurt if we had sex. His dick was felt so big and hard, which scared me a bit, but made me all the hornier. He began grinding and moving his hips against mine. “Man”, I thought, “…I haven’t hunched in ages”. I couldn’t believe how good of a kisser he was, and how well he was moving his body. Soon, both of our bodies were moving in sync with one another. Ray then stopped, and began kissing me all over, and he moved down, kissing my stomach, and then my crotch. I still had my panties on, and I know he could feel how wet I was because my panties were soaked. He gently massaged my vagina, and I began to moan and squirm a bit. He then took off my soaked panties and propped on leg up on the couch. I was kind of hoping we wouldn’t fuck yet, but I kept quiet, but my breathing continued to speed up. He kissed the outside of my vagina, and gently spread my lips apart, and began licking the inside. I tried to be as lady like as possible…trying not to make any noises, but I couldn’t help it. I began to let out soft moans of pleasure while he began eating my pussy. I would gently stroke his head, letting him know he was doing a damn good job. But he hearing my moans was good enough. He would gently suck my clit for a few minutes and stick his tongue in and out of my pussy. A half hour passed by, and I was going insane. Just when I thought he was finished, he began to suck on my clit some more and then inserted two of his thick masculine fingers inside me. It hurt a little, but with him sucking, the pain subsided. All of a sudden, my head began to pound and I could feel myself about to come. I had never had an orgasm during oral sex, and this would be my first one. My body then locked up, I started pulling on my hair, bit my lips, and let out a loud moan and I climaxed into Ray’s mouth. My legs began to tremble something awful, but I was in total ecstasy. He smiled at me and asked me if I wanted to come again, but I was in a different world…on cloud 9. I felt as if I was melting into a coma. Before I could answer him, I asked him to stop and stand up. My body was still numb, but I was still coherent. Ray stood before me in just his boxers with his large erection sticking out. I then pulled down his boxers, and he kicked them to the side. His cock was so big that I was so afraid to touch it. I had never touched a white man’s cock before, and Ray’s would be my first. It was about 8 or 8 and a half inches long, but thick in diameter. I then took his cock in my mouth and began gently sucking on the head. Ray began to moan, and rub my hair and I gently put as much of his cock in my mouth possible and began to suck. I would gently massage his balls, and suck on them and return back to his cock. I knew he might be uncomfortable standing up, so I told him to lie on the floor. I got on my knees and continued to suck his cock, and began to speed up the pace. “I don’t want to come yet, baby”, Ray said. “..but just keep sucking until I tell you to stop”. I smiled shyly at him, and put his cock back in my mouth and gave him the best blow job I had ever given a man. He asked me to stop, so I did. We both stood up looking at each other. Since I am shy, I keeping looking away, and plus, I was naked in front of this man. We began to kiss again, and then he walked me to my room. I pulled back the covers and lay on the bed. I was still nervous, but tried to play it off. Ray went into the front room. I heard him pick up his pants from the change rattling inside the pockets, then he returned to the bedroom. I seen him with a condom in his hand and he laid it on the bed next to me. We began passionately kissing more and more until I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Are you sure you want to”? he asked. “Yes. I want to.” I replied nervously. “Yes, you want to what?” he asked sheepishly. “I want you”. “You want me to do what Shana.” “Umm…”, I shyly said. “You want me to make love to you?” he asked. “Yes”, I replied. “Yes, what? Tell me.” “Yes, I want you to make love to me. Ray….please don’t hurt me.”, I said. Tears began to swell up in my eyes, and Ray could see them dribble down my cheek. “Please, don’t cry. I won’t hurt you in any way. I promise.” he said. “Promise?” “Yes. I promise”, he reassured me. Ray then opened up the condom he gently put it on his penis. He spread and then moved in between my legs. My whole body was shaking and trembling. I was so scared, but I wanted him so bad. He then put the head of his cock into my already wet pussy. He could barely do that because I was so tight. He then pushed more and more of his cock into me, all the while, I gasped in pain. He asked if I was ok, and I told him yes. I was in a lot of pain, but he continued to push his hard cock inside of me and moved gently until the pain subsided. It felt so incredibly good!! Ray began moving his hips slowly in a circular motion, then up and down. I never thought that an older white man could be that good. He grabbed one of my legs up and put it on his shoulder and began pumping in and out of me…almost in a perfect rhythm. He started kissing my leg he had on his shoulder as he continued to slowly move in and out of me. We both began to let out soft moans, and I started softly calling out his name. Ray began to move a bit faster, and I began to move my hip in sync with his. He put his hands underneath his ass, slightly lifting it off the bed, and I lifted my legs. He then began to fuck me harder this time, but was still keeping his perfect rhythm. I felt like I was in a dream, but I knew it was real. He was fucking me 6 ways from Sunday, and he had me completely hooked. I dug my fingernails into his back and on his ass. I worried for a second that his wife would see the scratches, but I didn’t care. The Affair Ch. 01 Ray then flipped me over until I was on all fours (doggy style) and gently put his cock back into my wet pussy. He thrusted in and out of me and began hitting my G-Spot several times. My breathing became more intense as I called out his name and let out louder sounds. He stopped and lay down and I then straddled his cock. I slowly began to ride him then began picking up the pace. He massaged my breasts and I fucked his cock harder and harder. A few minutes later, he laid me back down and got back in between my legs and began fucking me harder and more intense this time. I couldn’t take it any longer. I could feel myself ready to come again. “I’m about to come, Ray”, I said, breathing heavily. “Me too, baby”, he replied. Ray thrusted in and out of me harder and harder, but with that some perfect rhythm that was driving me crazy. He would go up and down, and move his hips in a circular motion. Finally my body locked up again, and my head began to pound. Ray and I both let out loud moans and gasps for air as we both came and the same time. When he climaxed his whole body just felt paralyzed and his cock went deeper and deeper into my pussy. It hurt a bit because he kept hitting my cervix, so he pulled out a little. He still began to move a bit, and I could feel his erection going down. With 3 or 4 more hard thrust in and out of me…he made me come again. I bit the lobe of his ear, and once again scratch his ass with my nails. He flinched in pain, but then stopped. We began kissing all over again. He wiped the sweat off my face, and I wife the sweat off of his. He began hugging and caressing me. He asked if I was ok, and I nodded, yes. We held each other for a long while and fell asleep. I felt so comfortable and relaxed with him, but I had to fight the notion of me falling in love with him. I’ll admit, he put a beating on my pussy, I knew that I could never had the relationship that I wanted with him. Ray turned my head, looked me deadpan in the eyes and said…”Shana…I love you. I mean it.” By hearing him say that, I felt a lump in my throat and I knew that this affair was far from over. The Affair Ch. 01 Thanks again for all who read my stories. And thanks to ‘Gypsies' for doing my editing on this story. I hardly know where to begin. I'm all shook up inside. I can't think rationally. I don't know what to do. My wife had an affair and I saw it happen and didn't do anything about it. Now I have to live with the consequences. My wife Linda and I, I'm Chuck, have been married for twenty-one years. We have a daughter who is twenty-one and married. She is our only child. She's been out on her own for a year now. For those who like to deal with ages and dates, my wife was pregnant when we got married. Linda is a good looking woman, far from being a Barbie doll, but a decent looking woman just the same. She's about 5'4" on the heavy side maybe 160 lbs. Of course when we got married she was a lot thinner. At forty-one she still attracts attention. Probably because she has 40D tits and wears short skirts, which heavier women usually don't do. I'm nothing special; I'm 5'10" 220 lbs. I am a little overweight also. I guess after seeing my wife have sex with another man (she doesn't know I seen her) it makes me a cuckold, because I didn't stop it when I had the chance. I don't want to be a cuckold and plan on doing something about it. I just don't know what, yet? It's tearing me apart inside just thinking about it. I have to do something soon before the rage over takes me. Please let me regress back: In our younger days we had sex a lot, we still do. I was pretty jealous back then. I got pissed if I seen her even talking to guys. I knew most guys just wanted in her pants or at least see how far they could go. I told her that and she always just laughed it off. Looking back now I don't know if she had affairs or not. There's no way of knowing and besides I'm trying to deal with the latest liaison. We do most everything in the sex department, other then a few of the fetishes. We both like oral, fuck in any position, and once in awhile anal. I've always been there for her sexually. I don't know why she had to cheat on me. I have to tell you that I get off reading erotica, maybe I'm two-faced or just totally mixed up. I get off reading stories where married woman are seduced. I love the stories where married woman are caught cheating on their husbands. It's a real turn-on for me. The odd thing is I want the woman to get caught and for the husband to wreak havoc on the cheating couple. I want them to pay dearly, but in some cases I want to see the woman show remorse, a lot of it, and then maybe go back together at the end. No remorse, kick her ass out. I can't stand it when the guy is a cuckold, who accepts his wife as a slut and even eats her pussy out afterwards. I hate endings like that. Now, if I knew the cuckold fellow and I was the one fucking his wife it would be okay with me. That's the two faced part of me. I would love to fuck married women. I haven't, but when I read stories about it I sure would like too, the old fantasy versus reality thing. It really does happen and most of the time it has bad results. But, people still try it. I wish I could separate love from sex with my wife. I think I can do it with other woman because there is no love there. It's all about getting off and maybe getting your partner off. I believe that if a person can separate the two, love and sex, then you could swap, have sex on the side, and have an open marriage. It's just so hard for me to believe when I'm reading these stories that these are happy marriages, that there is true love for each other. A husband saying "Honey I love you so much, I want you to be happy, so fuck this guy as long as you come home to me." That just seems like total ‘bullshit,' but there are people out there that say it's true. You read enough of these stories and I think you start believing this shit, I really do. Take wife swapping, I always thought it would be something. Take this mans wife, kiss her, fuck her, let this married woman give you oral sex. Do everything with her except love her. Then just walk away. I could do that, I know I could. But, then I think about my wife being treated the same way by another man. I'm just not open minded enough to accept that. To believe my wife will feel the same about me when we go home. I know now I wouldn't feel the same about her. Of course like most married couples, topics like this in the heat of passion always spark interest. We say things like, "Oh honey, I wish some man could be here watching me fuck you, looking at your juicy pussy, feeling these tits. God I love you." or, "Damn, I can picture some other guy laying the meat to you, wouldn't you love it?" Fantasies that make the orgasm better. Of course if anyone mentions it later, it was only a fantasy and I wouldn't want to do it. The thought is there, in the recesses of our mind. In the last year or so since our daughter has been gone my wife's sex drive has increased considerably. We do it more often in more ways then we've done in years. Neither of us says no to the other. The sex is great, especially after reading a few of the cheating wife stories and put my wife as that cheating wife. I know it's a fantasy and really get off on it. It's a lot better then masturbation. We started going out more to lounges and bars. Places where I could show off my wife. We got into some exhibitionism. I would feel her up in public and she would pretend that she didn't see the guys watching us. God, it was hot knowing these guys were watching me finger my wife or even show her pussy to them. The place we always drew the line was no one was allowed to touch her. I am not saying what we do is for everyone. But for us it's a big turn on. Once we went into an adult movie house. There was a suck and fuck film on the screen, but the men around us were watching my wife and I. I took off her panties and pulled her skirt up around her waist. Then I put two fingers into her plump pussy. Damn, it was hot, watching these guys watching us. One old guy came right up and sat on the other side of my wife. I looked at him and said, "You can look all you want. But, if you try and touch her, I'll fucking kill you." He backed off some but still sat there looking at her, then unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He shot cum all over the seat in front of him. Then my wife had a huge orgasm, spraying pussy juice all over my hands. We quickly got up and left. When we got home we stripped and started fucking within minutes. We were out of our heads in lust. I asked her if she wanted that old geezer's cock. She looked up at me and said, "God yes, I wanted to fuck him so bad. Did you want to see him fuck me with that big cock? Did you?" We were both in the heat of passion and I of course said, "Yes, yes I did." After we both had orgasms we talked about it. I told her I love showing her off but if she ever fucked them that I couldn't handle it. She told me I was all the man she ever wanted and how much she loved me. This is the way we always talked after a fantasy. One night while we were out dancing we met another couple. Mark and Susan were probably in their mid thirties and have a couple of kids. They said they like to go out at least every other week and just enjoy their selves. We asked them to join us and got a secluded table at the back of the lounge. We were having a pretty good time. My wife and I got up and started dancing. So did Mark and Susan. I had both my hands on Linda's ass and started squeezing. I glanced over at Mark and he was watching us. We were all getting a little inebriated and talk turned to sex. We just told them that we were monogamous but did a little exhibitionism but would never swap. We just enjoyed each other and showing off a little. Mark said, "So show us yours and we'll show you ours." as we all laughed. Being somewhat intoxicated, I reached over and slid my hands up Linda's short skirt, pulling her skirt up till we could see her creamy white thighs. I put my hand on her mound as she closed her eyes and breathed hard. Mark grabbed his wife's skirt pulled it up and grabbed her mound also. Mark looked at me and said, "Well are you going to let me see her pussy?" I reached up and pulled her panties down letting Mark get a full close up view of my wife's pussy. Nice trimmed black curly bush. I couldn't believe I was doing this, just showing a strange man my wife's pussy... I looked at Mark and said, "Your turn." as he pulled Susan's panties off and showed me her bald cunt. "Ever see a bald cunt as nice as that Chuck?" he asked. "Want to put your fingers in it?" He then pushed his fingers in his wife's bald cunt and brought them out coated with her juices all over them. "Smells great," he said putting them up to his nose. I told him it was a great offer but this is where Linda and I drew the line. I had three fingers shoved into Linda's pussy. She was intoxicated and ready to orgasm. When we got home we had a wild night of sex. We would go out with Mark and Susan pretty regular. They never said that they were swingers but could have been. They never pushed us. They really like the little exhibitions the same as we did. That way nobody got hurt. The last time we went out Mark asked if he could dance with Linda. I had no problem with that and I danced with Susan. She was a sweet little gal. She seemed happy and bubbly. She pressed her body up against mine; I had no problem with that. I started to get hard and she just laughed and said that Linda was going to get the results of all her work. I looked over at Linda and Mark. Nothing seemed inappropriate so I was happy. As usual we probably all drank to much and whenever that happened the subject turned to sex. Mark asked Susan to remove her panties and when she did Mark said to hand them to me. I took them and Mark said are you going to return the favor? I slowly removed Linda's panties and handed them to Mark. He put them up to his nose and said nice, and wet. Linda just laughed, so I had to do the same with Susan's panties. It was very intoxicating, smelling another woman's pussy juices. Well the girls had their panties off Mark grabbed Linda and asked her to dance. Susan said she had to go to the bathroom and I headed up to the bar to get more drinks. I lost sight of Mark and Linda but when I finally saw them I thought I saw Marks hand under Linda's skirt. I wasn't sure but thought I better keep my eyes open. I didn't want to accuse anyone unless I was sure. When they came back to the table everything seemed back to normal. So I didn't push the issue. I might mention it to Linda tonight just to make sure. We all went home shortly after they came back to the table. We said we would get together again in about two weeks. When we got home I just came out and asked Linda if Mark felt her pussy? She looked at me and said, "My God no, whatever made you think up such a thing? Did you feel Susan's pussy?" I said, "Of course not," and apologized for even asking. Linda said, "Apology accepted and off to bed we went. We had our usual fuckfest, it was great. The next morning I told Linda that I thought maybe we were going too far with our fantasies and especially Mark and Susan. Maybe we ought to cut back on the exhibitions? Linda just said that she did it all for me, and if I wanted to cut back she would have no problem with it. It was me she loved and only me. I asked her if she could ever watch me fuck another woman. Could she separate the sex and love? She looked at me and said, "No never, I could never watch you with another woman. It would break my heart. It would make me think that I wasn't enough woman for you, that you had to find love elsewhere." I told her that was what I wanted to hear. I just loved her so much. The next day was Linda's day off, so I thought I would come home and surprise her and maybe go to lunch. When I got to the house there was a car in the driveway. It didn't look familiar. So Instead of just walking in the front door like I always do, I went back and thought I'd enter from the kitchen. When I got to the door I looked in and there was my wife, the love of my life bent over the kitchen table with her skirt up on her back. Behind her stood Mark with his cock plunging in and out of my wife's pussy. I just froze and listened to them have sex. This sure didn't look like the first time. Linda kept yelling how much she loved his cock. How he could have her anytime he wanted. I was being cuckolded. I should have run in and killed them both. Instead I back up slowly like the cuckold I am and went to my car and cried. Was this what the husbands in the cuckolding stories feel like? How can they call this feeling erotic? I felt like shit, like my life was over. I drove to the nearest bar to drown my sorrows. I had to regain my senses till I decided what to do. I tried to act normal when I got home that evening. Linda greeted me like she always does. I told her I wasn't feeling good and was going straight to bed. I would sleep in the spare room in case I had something that was infectious. Linda gave me some medication for colds and off to bed I went. The next day Linda had to work so I called off work and thought I would just stay home and put my thoughts together. I decided what I must do. I would do it tomorrow. When she got home that evening she said she was concerned about me. Why didn't I make a doctors appointment and get checked out? I just told her I was feeling better and had to work late the next day seeing I took the day off. I probably wouldn't be home till nine in the evening. With that said I headed for the spare room. I doubted that I would ever have sex with Linda again. The next day we both left for work. I returned at lunch time to get my pistol, a 25mm, smaller then the size of my hand. I put it in the car and went back to work. I left work about six and went to Mark and Susan's house. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a puzzled Susan. "Where is Mark?" I asked Susan. "He went to your house Chuck, something about a meeting. Shouldn't you be there?" she asked. Without saying a word, I turned around went to my car, and drove home. When I got there I used the front door but no one heard me. I walked passed the kitchen and then to the master bedroom. There was Linda lying on her back, with her blouse and bra pulled above her tits, her skirt pulled up and her panties not even taken off, just pulled to the side with Mark's cock imbedded deep in her pussy. He was climaxing as I entered the room. Linda was screaming, "Fuck me Mark, fuck me, I never had it so good." Linda then looked toward the door and seen me standing there. She looked up at me and screamed. Mark had just shot his load of cum into her pussy. He turned around and looked at me, almost grinning. He said, "Damn good pussy buddy as he climbed off Linda. Then he seen my pistol and said, "Hold on Chuck, this isn't what you think," as I planted three shots to his chest. He fell straight to the floor, where he was just lying there, bleeding to death. Linda was screaming, "Don't shot me Chuck, don't shoot me, I love you." Then I did something I would never have thought I could ever do. I struck Linda. I slapped her along side the face. Then I ripped her bra and blouse off, and then slapped her big tits till they were bruised. Then I half ripped her panties. I slapped at her thighs bruising them also. As she was lying there, crying hysterically, I picked up the phone and dialed 911. This is Chuck Masters; I just shot a man who was raping my wife. Please send the police and two ambulances. I gave them my address. They asked me how the man was who I shot. I told them I think he is bleeding to death. Even though she was crying Linda heard everything I said. I will wait and see what she tells the police. The police arrived first with guns drawn. I just handed them my pistol. They looked over at Linda all battered and bruised lying on the bed. Her clothes ripped to shreds and bruises all over her body. They could even see the cum on her pussy. Then they saw Mark lying on the floor, nearly dead but still breathing. The paramedics came in and put Linda in one ambulance and Mark in the other. I told her I would see her at the hospital. I told the police that I had come home early from work and heard my wife screaming. I ran in the room and saw this man raping her. So I grabbed my pistol which I kept in the drawer pointing to a stand we kept in the hallway. I said, "The man whose name was Mark jumped off the bed and came toward me and I fired three shots. I felt I was in danger and he as you can see was raping my wife." They asked me a number of other questions which I answered. Then I asked if I could leave, I wanted to go to the hospital and see how my wife was. They told me to be available for more questions later. I told them, "No problem; I just did what I hope every husband would have done to protect his wife." Then I left for the hospital. They took Linda to the rape crisis center, because of all the bruises and the cum in her pussy, they believed she was raped. Now it was in her ball park as to what she would say. After checking her bruises, they took her to a holding room and told her she would probably be there a couple of hours. The police would be in to talk to her shortly. I figured it was time to talk to her. Well Linda do you have anything you want to say? Linda spoke, "I'm so sorry Chuck. I don't know what happened. We can get past this, you know I love you." How can women cheat on their husbands and then say ‘I love you.' It makes no sense. If you loved your man you wouldn't have fucked around in the first place. "No I don't know that Linda. You just told me yesterday that you can't separate love and sex, just yesterday. Now today you are fucking Mark on our marital bed. How can I ever trust you again? Without trust we have no Marriage." "I made a mistake Chuck, a really big mistake. Our love can get past this, I know we can. I can't live without you Chuck. Please believe me, it will never happen again. I made a one time mistake; surely you can forgive me with twenty-one years of marriage. One mistake Chuck, you can't forgive one mistake in twenty-one years?" she was crying. I looked at her battered bruised body which I did to her. She was crying, waiting for my answer. "Okay Linda, we have always trusted each other. Our whole marriage was built on it. So I have one question for you. If you answer it honestly, I'll give our marriage another try. If you lie to me, our marriage is over as of this minute. Is that fair enough Linda?" "That's fair enough Chuck, I won't lie to you." replied Linda. "What's the question?" I looked at her, starring at her eyes and asked, "Have you had sex with Mark before tonight?" I could see her thinking, she didn't know that I had seen them a couple of days before. Linda was thinking; Mark is dead or dying. There is no way that Chuck will find out anything about my past with Mark. If I tell him the truth that I have had sex with Mark at least four times he'll leave me for sure. Linda looked at me and said, "This was the first and only time I have had sex with Mark, honest honey." "Well Linda, the rest of our life depended on your answer. Two days ago I saw Mark fucking you on our kitchen table." You are a liar, and a slut, who I can never trust again. Our marriage is over." "Linda, our marriage was a sham and I have nothing else to live for. Goodbye Linda, see you in Hell," as I walked out of the door and out of her life. I heard her yelling from the room but wasn't listening. End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2 is Linda speaks All comments welcome DG Hear The Affair Ch. 01 Darren did a double-take as he spotted the hot-looking woman walking down the road. She was wearing a little red top with a short denim skirt and ankle high brown boots. He could see her long legs, accentuated by her boots. Her hair was dark red, almost dark brown. It was cut to just below her chin, and was being blow by the wind. It was only as he got closer that Darren recognised her, it was Becky. She was one of the moms at his child's school. Normally she would have been driving, not walking. Darren knew where she lived and knew she had a long walk home. He slowed as he approached her, should he stop or not? If it had been him walking, he would hope someone would stop for him. So, he pulled over as he got next to her. He lowered his window and lent out. "Do you want a lift?" he shouted to her. She jumped and turned to stare at him, at first not recognising who he was. Then she realised and smiled at him. "If you don't mind?" She asked. Darren shook his head. "Come on, get in, it's too far to walk," he told her and she nodded. Quickly she moved round the car and climbed into the passenger side. Once she was in and had fastened her seatbelt, he started off. "Why you walking, it's not that nice a day?" "Shawn has the car, said he had to go out and needed it." Her voice was tinged with anger. "You didn't walk to school did you?" She shook her head. "Managed to get the bus, but the next one's not for an hour. It's quicker to walk, just." "Even quicker now," Darren said with a laugh. She joined in laughing. Darren was not surprised to find it was her husband's fault. Becky had talked to him a few times about the problems she was having with her husband, Shawn. For the last six months he had been very distant towards her, cold. His attitude changed after he was rushed to the hospital for a major operation. At the time it had been touch and go as to whether he would live. After the operation, according to Becky, he changed. He had always been a loving husband. When their children had been in reception class together Becky had been happy. She and Darren had spoken a few times; she had not had any worries. Now it was different, she often was upset or down when picking her children up from school. Darren could commiserate as he was having troubles himself. His wife, Nicola, had been promoted a few months back. Since then she seemed to spend more time at work or doing something to do with work, than with him. Their love life had disappeared, not that it had been earth-shattering before. Nicola was a bit of a prude in bed, not liking anything new or different. Darren loved her, but was not too sure if she loved him anymore. She was spending more and more time at work every week. He was beginning to feel like she was avoiding him, using work as an excuse. "I wouldn't have minded if he had warned me," Becky said suddenly. "But he just dropped this on me late last night. When it was too late to make any plans. He knew I had to go shopping today as well. I don't even know when he's getting back." Darren nodded, sympathising as she spoke. Luckily for him Nicola had her own car, so she did not have to borrow his. "It's not fair that he didn't warn you," he told her. "I know, I could have arranged a lift or something." Darren nodded as he turned his car round the corner into Becky's road. He reached her house and pulled over. "Here you go, straight to the door," he said with a smile. "Thanks, want to come in for a chat?" "Erm, I don't think..." "Oh come on, you got anything important to do at home?" Darren shook his head. "Well then, come on in. Even if it's only for a drink. At least we'll have some company for a little while. It's better than going back to an empty house, isn't it?" Darren thought about it for a second, then nodded. She was right; he did not want to go back to his empty house just yet. They got out of the car and Becky led him into her house. He followed her into the kitchen. Glancing round he saw a breakfast table with stools under it. He pulled out a stool and sat down while Becky filled the kettle. "Tea?" she asked. Darren nodded. "Milk, sugar?" "Milk please, no sugar." His gaze wandered around the kitchen as she made two cups of tea. She brought them over to the table, gave him a cup, and then sat herself on a stool next to him. "I guess you've figured nothing's improved between me and Shawn. How about you? Things any better between you and Nicola?" Darren shook his head. "No, she's spending even more time at work than ever. She says it's because they're in their busiest period. I just think she doesn't want me anymore." Becky nodded and her expression grew concerned. "The worst thing is that when she does come home she's so tired she just goes to bed. I can't remember the last time we actually had sex." "I know the feeling," Becky told him. "Shawn hasn't shown any interest in me for months. Not since he came home from the hospital. If nothing changes I'm going to wear out my vibrator." She said, laughing at her joke. Darren laughed too. "We're as bad as each other aren't we?" he said. "Tell me about it." "Hell at least you've got a vibrator. My wrist is getting numb." Becky looked at him a second not understanding what he meant. Then suddenly she figured it out and laughed. Darren laughed as well, a self-mocking tone in his voice. "If I don't get some soon I'll turn into a prune," Becky laughed. "I reckon we should have sex with each other, that way we'd at least get some." Darren suggested, still laughing. Becky giggled for a second then stopped, looking at him seriously. "That's a good idea," She said. Something in her voice stopped Darren cold. "Erm, I wasn't being serious," he told her. "And, that doesn't mean it's not a good idea." Darren looked at her, suddenly shocked. "Come on, give me one good reason we shouldn't?" she added. "We're both married, and not to each other." "And both marriages are in name only aren't they? I know mine is, am I wrong about yours?" As she spoke, she slid off her stool to stand right next to him. Darren felt his mouth go dry and he licked his lips. Suddenly he could feel her closeness. She placed one hand on his knee. "Well," she said. He did not answer, he could not answer. His mind whirled as he tried to come up with an argument that would work. Her hand felt warm on his knee. He could see her legs brushing against his, the hem of her skirt seemed suddenly so short. Glancing up he could see down her top as she leaned towards him. He could see her cleavage, the way her black bra cupped her small breasts. He swallowed, feeling like a teenage boy all of a sudden. "I... erm... we," he stammered, unable to get the words out. "What?" She asked, leaning forward further. Now he could see straight down her top and felt her legs pressing against his. Her blue eyes sparkled as they gazed into his. He reached out to grab her hair red hair. Pulling her head towards him, he kissed her hard on the lips. She almost instantly kissed him back, pressing her lips against his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. They kissed, hard and passionately, for several seconds. Darren slid off the stool and pushed her back against the table. He pressed his body against hers, feeling her against him. Running his hand up under her top, he cupped one breast. Squeezing it and feeling the soft round shape. She had one hand around his neck, the other on his buttocks pulling him against her. He moved his hand down to her skirt, lifting it up. He ran his hand up her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin, and then pushed his fingers under her panties to rub at her. She gave a soft murmur of pleasure as he rubbed his fingers up and down her. She moaned softly, he could feel her already getting wet. "I want you," she told him. "I want to feel you in me. Please fuck me?" Nicola had never said that to him, never had she asked him to fuck her. He reached up to grab her hair and twisted her round to face away from him. She stretched out her hands on the tabletop as he pulled her skirt up. He ran his hands down her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin. Grabbing her panties, he pulled them off, ripping them more than pulling them down. He yanked at his belt, trying to rip it off. Then he quickly undid his jeans and pushed them down, releasing his hard cock. The head of his cock pressed against her pussy, then rammed into her hard. "Unn, yes," she gasped. He slammed in again and again just as hard. The fingers of one hand wrapped in her red hair; she twisted her head round to look back at him. He could see her eyes widening with each thrust into her. She grunted with every one. Darren felt her opening around him, tight and wet. He pushed up repeatedly, ramming deep inside her. Darren reached his free hand round to grab one breast, tearing her top to get at it. She gasped at the sharp power of him ripping her top. He grabbed the breast, pulling it out of the bra. His fingers squeezed it tightly; he felt the nipple pressing into his palm. Becky gasped hard, her hands pressed firmly down onto the tabletop. He slammed in and out, leaning back so he could force his cock up into her. He could feel his thighs pressing against hers. Looking down he saw his skin which seemed dark against the white of her legs. She was gasping hard, he felt her chest rising and falling with his hand. He continued to thrust up into her. This was nothing like sex with Nicola. That was controlled, almost sedate. This was wild fucking, he felt on the edge of control. Becky gasped loudly, urging him to fuck her harder. "Yes, oh fuck me. Ram him into me, harder, harder," she gasped over her shoulder at him. He reached up so both hands were gripping her hair. He then began to slam into her with all his strength and power. "Unn yes, fuck that's so good," she grunted to him. Darren felt her body rocking up with each thrust. Could see her face, her eyes wide and her mouth half-open, gasping. He grunted sharply at the feel of her around him. She seemed so tight around him, so warm. He thrust in and out, deep, hard filling her with his cock, making her gasp and moan. Pulling back on her hair, he pulled her against him. Now he was slamming straight up into her, making her whole body shudder each time he entered her. She pressed herself against him. He pulled the remains of her top down. Glancing down he could see them moving up and down. One was totally exposed, the nipple pink and hard. The other was still cupped by her bra; the black material seemed to increase the whiteness of her skin. He grabbed both breasts, pressing them into her chest. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to cumming. As his orgasm built up his thrusts began to grow harder and wilder. Becky moaned loudly, gasping as he pounded up into her. "I'm going to cum," he snarled to her through clenched teeth. Her only reply was a loud gasp as he rammed up into her hard. She reached round to cup his buttocks, trying to pull him into her. He took that as permission to keep going. He thrust in and out as hard and fast as he could, feeling himself rushing towards his orgasm. With a loud gasp, he rammed up into her hard, and came, pumping his cum into her pussy. She gasped softly and he felt her shudder as he climaxed. Her fingers dug into his buttocks firmly. "Oh yes, cum in me," she whispered to him. Gasping as he came, Darren pushed up into her. Forcing all of his cock inside her, he emptied his cum deep into her body. She clung to him as he filled her pussy with his semen. He pumped the last of his cum into her and slowly pulled out. "That was wild," he hissed to her. "But fucking amazing, no one's fucked me like that for years," Becky replied, her fingers reaching down to his cock. "Umm, still hard," she said. She dropped down to her knees in front of him. Darren hissed as he watched her take his cock into her mouth. She slid her lips down him, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock as she began to move her mouth up and down him. Darren could see her blue eyes looking up, seductive and lust-filled. Her mouth moved up and down his cock, her lips tight around the shaft as she sucked on him. Her tongue slid around him, licking over the head of his cock. Darren rested one hand on her head, the other on the table to steady himself. Her mouth clamped tightly around his cock, sucking hard on him. He felt her lips moving up and down. Groaning softly, he enjoyed the blowjob she was giving him. She increased the speed of her movements, sliding rapidly up and down, taking more of him in her mouth. Darren hissed and moaned loudly as her mouth sucked. Her eyes glistened; he could see the enjoyment she was getting in her gaze. She gave soft, muffled murmurs of pleasure as she sucked on him. Pulling her mouth away, she looked up. "Does that feel good?" When Darren nodded she whispered, "Good." "Keep it up and you're going to make me cum," Darren said. Her only reply was a mischievous smile as she lowered her lips back down on him. This time she did not wrap her fingers around his cock. She rested one hand on his leg to stabilise herself and then began to slide her lips rapidly up and down. He felt her taking more and more of his cock into her mouth each time she moved down him. Finally she was taking his full length in her mouth. All the time she was sucking hard and licking her tongue around him. Darren hissed at the sensation and wrapped both hands in her red hair. It did not take long for her to bring him close to an orgasm. Her mouth felt so good around him and she was sucking so hard. He felt his balls tightening and knew he was about to cum. "I'm cumming," he gasped. Becky stopped her lips halfway down his cock and began to suck harder on him. She wrapped her fingers around the base and rubbed them quickly up and down. Seconds later Darren groaned as he climaxed, his cum pumping into her mouth, exploding in rapid spurts. Becky gave a soft murmur of pleasure as he came. He watched her swallowing his cum, could see her neck ripple as she swallowed. She pulled back and licked the last drops from his cock. Deliberately letting him watch as she cleaned him off, Becky then swallowed it. Darren was so turned on; Nicola had never done anything like that. In all the time he had been with her, he could count how many times she had swallowed his cum on one hand. She rarely even gave him a blow job. In fact, compared to Becky, she was boring in bed. He pulled Becky up to her feet, kissing her hard on the mouth. He grabbed the remains of her top, ripping it off her. Darren pulled the straps of her black bra down, exposing her breasts fully. He cupped them, lowering his mouth down to suck on them. Becky moaned, arching her back towards him. He sucked and licked each breast, taking them into his mouth. Darren reached down to cup her thighs and lifted her up onto the table. He kissed her neck, and then began to suck on her breasts again. Becky gave a deep moan from low in her throat. Darren felt her fingers in his hair pushing him down. He willingly let her guide his head to between her legs. Softly he kissed her thigh, feeling the firmness of her muscle against his lips. Then he kissed her pussy. He could smell her scent, husky and sweet. He wanted to taste her and buried his face between her thighs, his tongue probing into her. Becky gasped and sank back onto the table as he licked at her pussy. His tongue ran deep into her, licking at her, tasting her. He rapidly moved his tongue up inside her, licking at her deeply. Reaching up he cupped her breasts, feeling her body arching. He could hear the deep moans of pleasure Becky was making. She had one hand wrapped in his hair. Glancing up he saw her other hand was caught in her hair. "Oh yes, Darren, lick my cunt," she gasped to him. Darren licked deeply inside her, turned on by her urging him. She moaned loudly and he felt her begin to rock softly on the table. He knew she was becoming totally aroused by his tongue, but also she needed to reach orgasm. Reluctantly he moved his tongue up to lick at her clitoris. Becky gave a sharp, shrill gasp as he ran his tongue over her clitoris. He circled it, rapidly running the tip of his tongue over it. Becky moaned and gasped, he felt her body rocking on the table. He sensed she was close to cumming. "Oh God, I'm so close, I'm going to cum," she moaned loudly. He licked harder and faster on her. As his hands squeezed her small breasts hard, his fingers were rubbing over her small nipples. Becky's moans grew louder and shriller, becoming screams of pleasure. "Yes, oh God yes," she screamed wildly. He felt her body tense up; with a loud squeal of passion, she came. Her body almost jerked upright as she wrapped both hands in his hair. He licked at her, probing into her pussy again. Becky gasped and moaned loudly until her orgasm died, then pulled him back up. She kissed him hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, he felt her arms sliding down his back. As his cock pressed against her, she shifted her position until he pressed against the entrance to her pussy. With one hard thrust he entered her, feeling her wet pussy opening around him. "Oh God yes, fuck my cunt hard," Becky hissed as he began to thrust in and out of her. Her legs were wrapped around him; he could feel her thighs pressing against his. He cupped her buttocks, pulling her towards him. Each thrust slammed his cock deeper into her. Leaning down he kissed the top of one breast, she arched her back. He took the offered fleshy mound into his mouth, sucking hard on it. He could feel her body rocking as he thrust in hard. She gasped loudly, moaning in pleasure. "Yes, fuck me, yes. God you're so hard in me." Becky moaned to him. He grunted hard, thrusting in and out as deeply as he could. He could feel his cock pushing right up into her, the sides of her pussy clinging to him like a tight glove. Darren moved to suck on her other breast, taking it into his mouth. Becky's moans were becoming shriller and louder. She clung to him, gasping out his name loudly. "Darren, oh God Darren, I'm going to cum again." Darren had already guessed she was close. He increased the speed and power of his thrusts, ramming his cock harder into her. Becky grunted and squealed loudly with each thrust. Then she gave a wild cry as he felt her body exploding into a second orgasm. Her legs and arms gripped him tight; Darren felt them tighten around him. He held her tight and rammed in to her as hard as he could. Becky squealed loudly, grunting hard each time he entered her. As her orgasm died, she released her tight grip on him but Darren continued to ram into her hard. Becky grunted loudly, her voice shrill as he rammed in and out. His cock was slamming deep into her pussy. Darren grunted hard, forcing himself to fuck her as hard as he could. He had never taken Nicola this hard; she had never wanted him to. Sex with her was sedate compared with Becky. Darren was gasping hard for breath; his thighs were beginning to feel tight. He knew he might cum soon but wanted to keep fucking her as long as he could. Becky gasped loudly, squealing and grunting. Darren felt his control slipping, her pussy felt so good around him. It was so tight and warm as she slid up and down his cock. Soon, however, he could not keep his need to cum under control. "Unn, fuck," Darren grunted and slammed into Becky hard. She gave a sharp squeal then gasped as he came inside her. He felt her body shuddering in pleasure as he emptied his cum deep in her body. Darren gasped loudly, his orgasm seeming to last longer and feeling stronger than ever before with Nicola. He felt it from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head; a wild fire of passion that for a second filled every molecule in his body. The Affair Ch. 01 Every muscle went tight and he pushed up, forcing his cock even deeper into her as his orgasm ran its course. When it ended he almost collapsed at the sudden release. Only Becky's legs around him held him up. He clung to the table gasping hard for breath. Becky held on to him for several seconds, also gasping hard, then released him. Darren staggered back against the wall, staring at her. She sat on the table, her skirt pushed up over her hips. The remains of her top rested around her waist along with her bra. He could see her small breasts rising and falling as she gasped for breath. Darren was shocked by how he had reacted to her; he had never been like that with Nicola. Then she had never wanted him to be like that. To her sex was making love, this had been wild fucking. Looking in Becky's eyes, he knew she felt the same; this had been nothing like lovemaking. They had fucked like rampant animals, and had enjoyed it. The idea shocked him that he could want to fuck like that. Also, the fact that he had not done it with Nicola made him suddenly feel guilty. Becky slid off the table, pulling her skirt down and replacing her bra. Darren stepped forward to grab his jeans. He quickly put them on, suddenly wanting to be anywhere except where he was. He tried to avoid looking at Becky but every time he caught a glance of her, he felt his arousal starting to grow again. He turned away, needing to get away. "I better get home," he announced. "I've got an article to write." It sounded lame, but was the best he could do at the moment. She looked at him, her face showing her obvious surprise. "If you need to," she said slowly. Darren nodded; he needed to get out immediately. Becky watched him as he headed out to the front door. "Erm, I'll see you later," he told her and closed the door behind him. Standing in front of it, he took a deep breath, trying to get his mind around what he had just done. He was married, had been happily so for some years. Now in one mad moment he had put all of it at risk. If Nicola found out she would never forgive him. He felt guilty for having cheated, but mostly for enjoying it so much. He ran to his car and drove away quickly. The Affair Ch. 02 There was no doubt in Maggie's mind now. She needed to do it. As much as she knew it would ruin her marriage if her husband ever found out, there was a burning inside her now for Randal that could only be quinshed by the forbidden. Maggie never thought of herself as a seductress, But there was something about Randal that was bringing out the worst (or the best, depending on how you look at it) in her. He had all ready inspired her to masturbate on the side of a busy highway, God knows what else he would inspire her to do if she didn't go for it. She had been making plans on how she could get him alone. But one summer day, Mother nature took of that for her. "Does anyone know if it's going to rain all day?", Maggie asked her co workers. She had just walked into the room, and had no idea Randal was around the corner. "I think it is", Pete responded from the desk. "Damn, I forgot my umbrella out in my car "Where are you headed?", Randal asked from around the corner. Maggie felt her heart skip a beat on the sound of his voice. "To lunch.", she repled. He stepped out holding his umbrella by his side. "It just so happens I am headed out that way too. Want a little shelter?", he joked, opening his umbrella up. "Well thank you, kind sir. I would love to, I mean that sounds nice", she flashed an embarrased smile as he nodded. They left the room together. It was raining in buckets. Maggie and Randal quickly avoided puddles as they made their way to the cafeteria. Maggie wasn't sure if it was planned or not, but they kept bumping into each other. She wasn't complaining. Between being under a close area with him and contact with him, the ground from the rain wasn't the only area becoming wet. As they walked, they talked a little. Maggie could definitely tell he was flirting with her. She liked it. With every joke he told, she smiled or laughed. "Definitely looks like it's raining harder now, don't you think?", Maggie said. "Oh yeah. I agree", he smiled at her. Maggie wasn't sure if it was the close proximity to him, or the dampness of the rain that was making her nipples hard. She figured it was both. "You go on to lunch. I'll meet you there. I'm going to run to my car to get my umbrella." She said. "And leave you to get wet? I don't think so. I'm not that hungry anyway". Maggie laughed at that, seeing how Randal had no idea just how wet she all ready was. "Are you sure? I don't mind if you want to get a bite to eat?", she wasn't expecting that reaction from him. She was just planning on going to her car, getting her umbrella, and dropping her panties to the floor to take care of some business. "Of course. Besides, it looks like it's going to rain even harder soon. I don't want you getting caught out there". Maggie thought nothing of it. She thought it was just another nice deed from him. She enjoyed his company anyway, and was surprised to walk her across property to get her umbrella. The walk to her car was a good fifteen minutes. They talked more, barely making mention of her husband. There was more brief contact, mostly in their hands. By the time they walked to her car, the storm had gotten heavier. "Maybe we should wait out the storm a while in here? It beats getting soaked on the way back", Maggie suggested. She had no ulterior motive. "I guess we have some time to kill. Good idea". Quickly she unlocked her door and climbed in. She moved to the passenger side as he closed the umbrella and slid in next to her. "There, much better", he smiled. She was getting more turned on by his smile. She noticed the way his wet shirt clung to his chest. Maggie looked down, satisfyed that her hard nipples weren't showing. There was an awkward silence now as they looked at each other. "Maybe some music would help?" "Okay." Maggie reached over the front seat for the ignition, sliding the key in the hole. She turned on the radio. Commercial after commercial on every station. She wiggled forward to change the station, then realized her ass must be right in his face. Maggie turned all kinds of red. She found the first station playing anything that sounded like real music before returning to the back seat. When she did, she caught his glance checking her out. It was at that moment she realized she wasn't alone in these desires. Quickly she glanced at his black slacks to find an impressive buldge. She felt his hand touch her cheek, raising her eye level to his. He knew she was married, but at this point it didn't seem to matter to either one of them. He leaned closer and kissed Maggie. She responded eagerly with her tongue. Randal pressed his wet body against hers as they kissed passionately. Quickly she took hold of his hand and guided it under her shirt. He squeezed her bra covered breasts tight in his hands. With her deep Southern accent, Maggie moaned for him. It sounded to him what it sounded like in his head for all the fantasies he had about her. But now, this was no fantasy. This was reality. His hands squeezed her full breasts under her shirt as he tongue kissed her like he always wanted to. Maggie's hands slid down his chest and belly. She unzipped his pants and began to stroke his cock. She knew it was wrong, but couldn't help herself. She tried to blame it on her husband again in her mind, but he was the furthest thing from her mind. Maggie got so caught up in the moment that she had forgotten they were on break. She glanced at her watch. Damnit, they only had twenty minutes before they had to be back at work. She pulled his cock out of his pants. "We don't have much time, but there is something I have been dying to do for the past few weeks now", she whispered as she lowered herself to her knees, in between his legs. She glanced up to him with a devilish grin on her face. He simply nodded his head forward once and closed his eyes. Maggie's open mouth desceneded to his cock. At first she gently kissed the head, placing soft kisses around his member. Randal moaned softly. She kissed his shaft, barely using her tongue, mostly lips on him as she fondled his balls. Finally, she couldn't resist any longer. She took his cock deep in her mouth, her face bobbing up and down. Randal looked down at her. Her eyes were now closed as she sucked on his cock. He pushed a piece of her hair that was covering her face. He wanted to see this. Maggie continued bobbing her head up and down his shaft, deep throating his cock now. Randal slid his fingers through her hair as she moaned around his cock. Randal looked down at her. Maggie's entire attention was on his member, sliding her tongue across him. He started breathing heavy, watching her lips wrapped around him. "Oh God, Maggie. I'm going to cum", he stuttered, barely able to contain his orgasm long enough. She closed her eyes and felt his cum explode in the back of her throat, sucking on his cock until the last drop. Maggie licked the cum off his cock, cleaning him up. She looked up at him, exhausted as he slumped down in the chair. She slid her hand up his chest. His eyes opened as he smiled down at her. Together they looked at the clock and realized they were both going to be late. Randal slid his boxers and pants on. Maggie looked out the window and saw that it wasn't raining as hard. Together they exited the car and went back to work. She could taste him in the back of her throat the rest of the day. She had to fight the urge to take him into the bathroom for some more action. She was now feeling guilty, Maggie knew she had done a bad thing. As great as it felt to act out her desire, she kneit was wrong. If it was any consolation to her though, it was only a blow job. She sucked his cock, but they didn't have sex. Would that be enough to control her desire for Randal? The Affair Ch. 02 After Ray told me that he loved me, I was in a state of shock. Those words coming from his mouth made me feel so special…so wonderful. To be sure he meant what he said, I asked him: “Ray, are you serious?” Smiling, he replied, “Yes, I am serious. Do you love me?” he asked. “Yes,” I answered. I tried to fight back the tears swelling up in my eyes because I was so afraid that he was going to break my heart. With us both being married, we didn’t have a lot of options anyway. Ray and I began holding and caressing each other. I felt so warm and so safe in his arms. I thought about how his wife would have felt if she found out her husband was sleeping with a young married black woman? How would my husband would have taken it? Rashad had already told me time and time again, that if I ever had an affair, he would divorce me and try to gain custody of our son. I’d like to see him try and take my son away, but that thought made me sick to my stomach. My plans for falling in love with Ray were not planned. I had just intended on being friends with him, and that’s it. As our relationship revolved, my heart was feeling something else…love. Throughout his life, Ray had been with about 60 women; give or take a few. Nonetheless, he had had his share of experience. I had only been with 3 men. I did not like the fact that he had been with so many people because it made me wonder if he had any diseases nor was a typical “player”. I did not want to find out the truth, but at the same time, I wondered what his real intentions were. We fell asleep that night and awoke the next morning to ringing of his cell phone. He rushed to the front room of the hotel and answered it. It was his wife. I could hear him telling her that he was alone and that he had to leave unexpectedly for an important business matter. “He is a good liar,” I thought. He began putting on his clothes, leaving me all alone in the bedroom. Ray came back and sat on the bed…full clothed. “Where are you going,” I asked, trying not to sound so concerned. “Well, my wife is expecting me home today. I have to catch the next flight out. It leaves and 12:30,” Ray replied. “Oh. Well…it’s only 8:00. Can’t you stay for a bit?” “No. I better get going. Thank you. I enjoyed last night. I’ll call you later.” I wasn’t too happy with the way things were going already. I was beginning to feel “used”. “You’ll call me later?” I asked. “Yes. I’m so sorry. I really wish that I could stay with you for a while, but I have to leave.” Tears began to swell up in my eyes, and Ray could see it. I tried to quickly turn my head away so he wouldn’t see me cry, but it was too late. Ray leaned closer to me and kissed my forehead, then slowly began kissing my cheek, and moved onto my lips. I fought back the tears the best way I could, but they continued to stream down my face. Ray put both his hand on my face, looked me deadpan in the eyes and said, “Shana, please don’t cry. I love you. You should know that by now. It breaks my heart to see you hurt for anything. I’m sorry I have to leave, but I have to go back home.” I shook my head, smiled at him, and told him I understood. I was so afraid that if he walked out the door, that’d be the last time, I would ever see him, and I didn’t want that. Ray and I began to kiss lightly at first, then more intensely. He pulled the covers off of my naked body and began kissing me all over. I hoping that it wasn’t an attempt to thwart off my thoughts of him leaving, but at that point, I really didn’t care. I wanted him inside me. I was pretty sore from the night before, but I was getting so hot and wet from his kisses and caress, that it wouldn’t have made much of a difference. “Ray? What are you doing?” I asked. “I want to make love to you. Is that ok?” he replied. “Well, I thought you had to leave. I don’t want to hold you up. I….” Before I could finish my sentence, Ray put one finger over my mouth, signaling me to hush. He sat up on the bed as I began to undress and kiss him all over, at the same time. I could feel his erection, which seemed a lot bigger than the night before. The both of us began to moan softly, as we caressed and kissed each other. Once he was completely naked, Ray laid me on the bed, and slowly opened my legs. I felt so weird with us making love in the daylight because I was so insecure about my body, and I didn’t want him to see my imperfections. Ray wasn’t the type to judge, so that didn’t matter to him. He then lay down on the bed, with his head between my legs, and then started to softly kiss my labia. His tongue reached the inside of my vagina and onto my clit. His soft sucking motions were so incredible, that I thought I was going to burst in flames. His tongued darted in and out of my pussy, then faster with each move of my hips. He grabbed a hold of my legs and put them over his shoulder, leaving my ass and lower back off the bed. My body began to shiver violently as Ray continued to savagely eat my wet pussy. I know he didn’t have any breakfast yet, but man, I could tell he was hungry for something. I begin to continue to gyrate my hips and thrust them slowly as Ray licked and sucked me. He stopped and wiped his face off on the bedspread and pulled the cover over our bodies. I was wondering if he wanted me to go down on him, but obviously, he wasn’t thinking about it, so I went with the flow. He grabbed hold of his enormous stiff cock and began sliding it up and down my wet pussy…daring not to enter without protection. The feeling was so intense that I almost for to use a condom, but I knew better than that. He put the head of his cock inside me, then paused and looked at me…to see what I would say. The head of his cock felt so good naturally, but I did not want to make love to him without any protection. “Want me to put it in?” he asked. “Yeah…I mean no,” I stuttered. “We have to use something. Ok?” Ray nodded yes, and reached over to grab a condom, which was on the nightstand next to the table. I put one there late the night before as he slept, just in case we decided to make love again. He carefully put the condom on, and pulled the covers back over our bodies. It was very chilly in the room, but our warm skin contact and hormones kept me warm. Ray then gently put the head of his cock inside me. I was so wet, that my juices were all over my thighs, and spread across the sheets underneath us. As he slowly put the rest of his big hard cock inside me, I let out a soft sigh. The feeling was so good. Ray began to move his hips slowly, and his thrusts were deep and hard. I absolutely love it when I am making love to a man, he the sheets are covering our bodies, and I can see his hips and body move through the covers. It was driving me NUTS! I continued to watch Ray’s movements. I never thought that a man in his late 40’s, could fuck so well. He was wearing me down, both emotionally and sexually…in a good way of course. I began to move my hips along with his, until we were once again, in sync with one another. Ray picked up his pace, and I picked up mine. I could his moans and signs come from his lips and he began to softly thrust in and out of me. We were both making soft noises as our bodies rhythmatically came together. My head began to pound again. I knew that I was on the verge of an intense orgasm, and I will admit, my orgasms are very intense and extremely pleasurable. I wanted Ray to stay inside of me forever. The feeling was too good. He started whispering in my ear “I love you’s, and “You feel so good”, and everything in between. He grabbed my left leg and pulled it over the inside of his elbow. This time, he was deeper inside me, and it hurt a little because he was hitting my cervix, but it was still feeling good. His hips began to move deeper and deeper inside me. I could feel my cum flow out all over the bed and onto him. I could not believe how much I was coming like that. I shut my eyes tight and began to moan louder and louder, each time Ray pumped his hard cock in and out of me. His body began to shiver…just like mine. All of a sudden, Ray moved his body a certain way, and like lightning…he hit my G-Spot. I began crying in pleasure as the tears fell down my face. “Ray!?” I cried out, “This feels too good! Baby, you have to stop. Please.” Ray pretended he didn’t what I had said. He looked up at me, smiled coyly, bit his bottom lip, and fucked me even faster. In the back of my head, I was saying a prayer that I wouldn’t go into cardiac arrest. My head throbbed, my body was on fire, and my clit was very swollen. I wondered if he wanted to switch positions, but we stayed put. Ray thrust faster and faster, almost ripping in two. He began to moan louder and louder. As eerie as this sounds, both of us yelled out at the same time, “Oh, baby, I’m gonna cum.” I grabbed a hold of his butt checks, ready for the ride. With one more hard thrust forward, my body went into complete madness. The wave of the orgasm sent a rush to my brain, and all over my body. I started to moan ooh’s, and ahh’s, as Ray yelled and cursed at the same time. I dug my so hard nails into his ass until I could see fresh blood on it. My body was still shaking from the most intense orgasm I have ever had. This man worked me from the inside out, and back again! How was it that a middle-aged white man knew how to satisfy a young black woman, like me, so intensely? His cock was still hard, even after his climax. As we tried to catch our breath, he looked at me in the eyes, with all seriousness, and said, “Are you ready for another round? I have plenty more where that came from.” We both laughed, and turned over on his back, and then took off his cum filled rubber. There were some things about me sexually, Ray didn’t know about. I was into more kinkier things than he could ever imagine. I turned over, straddled onto him, looked him in the eyes, and asked, “Ray?” “Yeah, baby?” he replied. “I have been wanting to ask you this for months, but I was too afraid of what you would think,” I said. “It’s ok. What is it? Is it something bad?” “No. Not really, I guess. I have a proposition for you. I want you to do something for me.” “Sure sweetie, what is it?” he questioned. “I have a dark side. I very dark side. I want you to….I want you to fuck me with your hands around my neck, and if you were choking me. Would you do it?” Ray’s eyes widened. He looked as he was in shock, but he could tell the seriousness on my face, that I was serious. “I don’t know about that, Shana. I am too afraid I would hurt, or even kill you. That’s too weird.” he said. “You wouldn’t hurt me. Trust me…it’s what I want. There’s more where that came from….this is just the beginning,” I said coyly. Ray and I stared at each other for a moment. I sat up and sat down softly on his hard cock…without a rubber this time! He looked at me curiously as I slowly began riding his cock. I grabbed both of his hand, moved them up over my stomach to breasts. He caressed my breasts with both hands, and sat up to suck on them. I pushed him back down and continued to move his hands upward from my breast up towards my neck. Ray’s hands shivered as I put both his hands around my neck. I continued to move slowly around & around his cock. I could tell he was not comfortable with his hands around my neck. Suddenly, I slapped him across the face and said, “If you can fuck me as good as you do…I’m sure you can try something different. What? Are you scared now, you coward?” I then saw the fury in Ray’s eyes. He sat up, threw me on my back and shoved his cock back into me, to the point where it hurt. We stared at each other for about 2 minutes, with an uncomfortable silence. “You wanna get fucked dirty, right?” he asked me, “…well, let’s see if you can handle this…” The Affair Ch. 02 Please read Ch. 1 now if you haven't read it. Linda speaks: I'll just start at the beginning. Chuck and I met when I was nineteen years old. We dated for about six months and I became pregnant. Chuck and I got married shortly after that. We had a beautiful baby girl who meant the world to us. She is now twenty-one and married. Chuck and I had a wonderful relationship. Sex with him was great. There is very little that we didn't do. We really enjoyed our sex life together. It was just all around good. After Becky our daughter started high school I started working part-time in an ad agency. I went to different businesses and helped set up newspaper ads. I drove all over the city. It was a fun job. I got a lot of attention from men, even though I was heavy. Men just seemed to like big boobs, and that I had. I like the attention from men. My husband Chuck was the only man I had been with. I made the mistake one night and let another man have me. I don't really know why I did it. I guess because he kept flirting with me and as we were writing up his ad. He slipped his hand up my skirt and touched my pussy. I asked him please don't do that. He said,"Didn't it feel good honey?" I said of course it did but I was a married woman and have only been with my husband. That made him try all the harder. Finally I gave in and he lifted up my skirt in the back, pulled down my panties and gave me a royal fucking. When I left his business I went to my car and cried. Wondering why did I fall to temptation? Why did I do that to my husband? I felt so guilty that when I got home I grabbed Chuck and fucked the hell out of him That was the night I gave him my anal opening. It hurt like hell but I figured it was payback for cheating on him. That was about fifteen years ago. That was the only time I gave myself to another man until I met Mark. I met him at his store a few months ago. I was writing up his advertisement while we were talking and the subject turned to sex. I ended up telling him some of the things that Chuck and I were doing to explore our sex lives. He was getting turned on listening to me. Of course I liked turning men on. There was something erotic about talking to strange men about sex. I think guys feel the same way especially with married women. They always want into your pants. Most guys I meet and do business with would have sex with me if I let them. Both the married and the single ones. Most married guys would jump my bones in a minute. I guess it's alright for guys to cheat but not women. At least according to most men. They always say, "What your husband doesn't know won't hurt him." I wish I had a dollar for every time I heard that one. I'd be rich by now. I was telling Mark about the time Chuck let other men look at me in the adult theater. Why I even told him about our sex life I don't know. I guess maybe back in the recesses of my mind I wanted to do it. Then I told him how turned on I got looking at the old man sitting next to me with his cock in his hand. Mark looked at me and said, "Why don't you show me your pussy?" and laughed. I said, "I can't do that, I married." I knew what I was talking about was wrong but did it anyway. Mark said, "Weren't you married when you showed your pussy to the old man?" Then he reached down and pulled out his cock. It was big and hard. I should have walked away right then, but I didn't. I was getting turned on by all this talk and looking at this young mans cock. I said, "If I show you will you promise not to touch me?" I know that was stupid but said it anyway. Of course he promised, what guy wouldn't? Then I lifted up my skirt and removed my panties. Mark said he wanted a closer look and put his face right next to my pussy. He blew on it softly which gave me a little spasm. Then he pushed his face into my pussy and wrapped his lips around my pussy lips. God it felt good, I just let him do it. He ate out my pussy till I came. After I had an orgasm he said it was his turn and sat me down in a chair and put his cock in me and fucked me. There was no love, just raw sex. I came again then he came. I told him the sex was good but it will never happen again. It was wrong to cheat on my husband. My husband would kill me if he ever found out. That's how I met Mark. I thought about telling Chuck that night but I was hoping I would never see Mark again. One night when Chuck and I were out, he brought a couple over to our table to join us. It was Mark and his wife Susan. I was stunned but what could I say. Then Chuck wanted to play our exhibition games. So here was Mark, the guy I was hoping never to see again starring at my pussy with my husbands permission. When I was dancing with Mark he said he wanted me again. I told him I couldn't but he kind of threatened me by saying he would tell Chuck about our first time. It scared me so I agreed to meet him. We met twice before the time that Chuck caught us in the kitchen. Chuck asked if Mark tried to touch my pussy on the dance floor. I told him of course not and changed the conversation and asked if he touched Susan. I was lucky he believed me. I should have told him the truth that Mark finger fucked me on the dance floor. I wanted out of this cheating relationship with Mark, but didn't know how to go about it. Chuck said that he heard me say how great a fuck Mark was. That was just sex talk to get Mark off. I needed time on how to get out of this mess without ruining my marriage. The bad part is that Chuck was twice the lover that Mark was and I was losing him. Mark came over on that fatal night. I told him that this has got to stop. That Chuck was getting wise to him. He just said he wasn't afraid of Chuck and that he would just give his wife to Chuck for a quick fuck. I told him I didn't want Chuck to fuck any other women. Mark just laughed and told me to go into the bedroom, he was ready for a fuck. I told him this was going to be the last time. That I was going to tell Chuck. I can't do this any longer to my husband. I really didn't want to tell my husband. I didn't want to deal with it. I was just hoping to scare Mark into leaving me alone. When we got into the bedroom he didn't even have me remove my clothes. He just lifted up my skirt, pulled my panties to the side and stuck his hard cock into me. While he was fucking me he just lifted up my blouse and bra and just squeezed my tits. I was telling him what a great job he was doing just to get it over with. That's when I looked up and seen Chuck enter the room. I screamed and Mark thought it was because he came at that time. Then he turned around and saw Chuck and stated to tell him how good I was. I think that was when he was going to offer up Susan when Chuck shot him. I was paralyzed with shock. That's when Chuck came over and started beating on me. He bruised my face, breasts and legs. I thought he was going to kill me. I even yelled out, "Please don't kill me, I love you." Then all of a sudden he just stopped. He looked at Mark bleeding to death on the floor and dialed 911. He told them I was being raped and he shot the assailant. The police and paramedics arrived and took me to the hospital. I was taken to the rape center and checked out and treated. I was a basket case. I had no idea what I would do. While I was at the hospital, I was told that Mark had died from the gunshot wounds. Now I had a big decision to make. Should I tell the police that Mark raped me and beat me up or tell them the truth. It was Chuck who did the beating and then shot Mark after catching us having sex? This was no easy decision. If I told the truth then Chuck, the love of my life would go to jail for the rest of his life for killing Mark. If I lied then Marks family would have to live the rest of their lives with the guilt of their father being a rapist. Chuck had just left the hospital. I didn't know if I would ever see him again. God I wish I could relive the last couple of days, but life isn't like that. There is no 'Do overs,' You can't re-do and relive your past. Unfortunately I will relive my past days for the rest of my life. Chuck gave me one last chance to maybe save our marriage. I only had to answer one question correctly and I blew it. Now the only man I have ever loved walked out on me. The sad thing is I deserved it, I'm the one who became a slut. I'm the one who cheated on Chuck. If only I knew he had seen me with Mark two days before, I might have been able to salvage our marriage. Shortly after Chuck left, the police came it to talk to me. There was both a male and a female officer. I was really shook up, I looked like a rape victim and was of course crying because the love of my live just left me. The police didn't have any idea what I was thinking as they tried to console me. They brought me a glass of water and had the doctor give me some kind of a calming pill. I really did need the medication. I was a totally distraught disaster. I began my story by telling the police that we knew Mark and Susan. That they were friends of ours who we went out with on a few occasions. I told them that Mark came by the house and said that Chuck said to meet him there, which was a lie but I didn't know it, so I let him in. Everything I told the police was a total fabrication. I then continued and said, "Mark tried to kiss me and when I said 'No' he started forcing himself on me. He knocked me down and slapped me and told me get to up and go into the bedroom. I was scared to death and did what Mark said." "He then told me to get on the bed as I was pleading with him not to do this. If he would just leave I wouldn't say anything to anyone. He just laughed at me and ripped off my blouse and bra. Then he started slapping my breasts while saying derogatory things about them." I started crying as the police told me to just take my time and take another drink of water. I continued and said, "Mark must have just cracked, I really didn't know. I kept pleading with Mark to stop and was screaming at him to 'Please don't do this.' That's when he told me 'Shut up slut,' and slapped me hard across the face. He then ripped of my panties and forced his penis in me. I kept crying while he plunged hard in and out of me. Then he came in me." "I turned around and seen Chuck come rushing into the room. He had his gun in his hand. Then Mark headed in Chucks direction, I think to grab the gun. But Chuck just fired at Mark hitting him in the chest I think. Chuck must have fired two or three shots I don't know for sure. Then he picked up the phone and dialed 911. All this time I just laid on the bed crying and screaming." Then I started crying again, not knowing what the future held.. The officers tried to console me some more, then asked some more questions which I answered. They said they may have a few more questions and would get back to me when I was feeling better. They thanked me and left. I must have dozed off from the medication when the doctors came in and said I could go home seeing I was in the emergency room. They handed me some clothes which Chuck had brought when he came earlier. I got dressed, called a cab and went home. When I got home, there was no Chuck. Everything was the same as when I left. Even the blood on the floor and my torn clothes on the bed. I just looked around a little bit, Chuck must have never came back to the house. I had no idea where he went. I went into the spare room and just laid across the bed and cried myself to asleep. About nine the next morning I heard banging on the front door. I jumped up and ran to the door hoping it was Chuck. When I opened the door, there stood two officers in uniforms. "I asked them if I could help them." "They asked if they could step in for a minute." I opened the door and let them enter. "I then asked what was this all about I just gave my statement last night?" They looked at me and said, "This isn't about the rape Mrs. Masters. It's about your husband." I looked worried as I asked, "What about my husband? Is he alright?" "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but your husband is dead." the officer said. I screamed, " No! No, it can't be. Please lord, it can't be as I was crying. It must be a mistake, I seen him just last night at the hospital." "We're sorry Mrs. Masters but we have to ask you a few questions. Maybe you better sit down as they walked me to the sofa." I was shaking like a leaf, One of the officers tried to console me while the other went into the kitchen to get me a glass of water. "What happen to my husband, what happened to him?" I cried. "Do you know of any reason why your husband would take his own life, Mrs Masters?" "What! My God No," I replied. What happened to him? Please tell me." "Well Mrs. Masters, He was driving his Ford Ranger on county road 10, missed the turn at tigers curve and drove down over the ravine about seventy five feet as his truck went head of heals down the ravine and catching fire when hitting the bottom. He never made it out of the truck." I bursted out crying. I was crying so hard that the officers just let me get it out of my system. Finally I asked, "What did suicide have to do with it?" The officer said that the turn was a 35 mph curve. Chuck was driving in excess of 85 mph. At the curve there were no tire skid marks which means he never hit the brakes. Also the way in which he hit the guardrail it looks like he had no intention of turning. I started crying again. "I mention to the officers that he was distraught over my rape last night. But not to the degree of taking his own life." I answered their questions and then they left. I sat there all alone thinking about what I did. I fucked up my marriage, responsible for killing my husband, responsible for Marks death. All for what? A damn cock? Now I wish Chuck would have killed me when he killed Mark. I really didn't want to go on. I now had to call Becky our daughter and tell her all these things. I have to lie about Mark and now I have to lie about Chuck not taking his own life. Now I know what he meant when he said, "The next time I see you it will be in Hell." My problem is now I have to go through hell on earth before joining Chuck in the hereafter. I called my daughter Becky to tell her about her father being killed in a one car auto accident. It really hit her hard. She cried and there was nothing I could do or say to relieve her pain. This had to be the hardest thing I've ever done. Telling my daughter her dad is dead, knowing inside that I was the cause of his death. "God I wish I was dead." The police came by later in the day to talk with me. I was just trying to keep busy, doing anything to get my mind off my situation. I was cleaning the blood off the floor when the police arrive. I went to the door still crying. That's all I've done since I heard the horrible news. I just can't turn off the tears. I invited the officers in and offered them coffee. They knew I was trying to keep busy and accepted the coffee. "First they told me that the reports came back that I was raped, but due to Marks death the case is being closed since the assailant is dead. I could file civil charges against the estate if I wanted too." Then they told me about my husband Chuck. "That deep down they knew the accident was a suicide but are just reporting it as an auto accident death." "They said right now they can't prove and don't have not enough information to call it a suicide. Also because of all I've been through in the last twenty-four hours they want the cases closed." If they listed possible suicide on the reports that the insurance company would hold up any insurance money that was due me and drag out the claim process. They felt I had been through enough. I didn't care about money, I wanted my Chuck. I started crying again and thank them for being so kind to me. Becky came over that evening and we cried together and started making plans for the funeral. It's been three days now since all that took place. I was at the funeral home greeting our friends and relatives when a woman approached the closed casket. It was Susan. I just stood there while she said a prayer for Chuck. Then she came over to me. She looked at my eyes and then slapped me across the face saying, "You god damn lying bitch, I know my husband never raped you. But now my family has to live with the lies and insults for the rest of our lives. You are nothing but a god damn slut, I don't know how you can live with yourself after what you did." Then she turned around and stormed out. All my family and friends came running up to me and said, "She didn't know what she was sayings. She just lost her husband too." Everyone trying to console me. Deep down I knew Susan was right. It's now been three months since that horrible day. I now relive it every night. So, to you woman out there who thinks it's okay to fuck around on your man. Think about it, is it worth it? What price are you willing to pay if you get caught? One last thing. Chuck said he had nothing to live for before taking his own life. He was wrong. Becky was coming over Sunday to surprise him and let him know he was going to be a 'Grandpa'. Not all stories have happy ending. Remember 'For every action there is a re-action.' Thanks for reading my story. All comment welcome DG Hear The Affair Ch. 03 In Part one, Maggie's husband, Curtis, tells her that he knows one of her co-workers is flirting with her. She denies it, but then realizes it too. He's a good looking younger man. She became fascinated by him. In Part Two, Maggie and Randal wind up in a parked car alone together and temptation becomes too much. She winds up giving him head. It was just past eleven thirty at night when Randal heard soft knocking at his door. At first he thought maybe it was the wind, but under the crack of the door he could see someone's shadow. He walked to the door and looked through the peep hole. It was Maggie! He opened the door. "What are you doing here?", he asked. It had been a few weeks since the encounter in the car. They had exchanged glances at each other, but not a word was spoken about the event. Maggie didn't say anything as she entered the apartment. She was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and shorts. Randal closed the door. "Maggie?" "I came here for you. I know it's wrong, but I need you", she grinned. She pressed her body against his and kissed him deeply. Randal fell backwards. She had him pinned against the door as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. She didn't even think about her husband. He responded with long strokes of his tongue in her mouth. Maggie gyrated her hips to his body, dry humping him through their clothes. Randal could see her hard nipples against her shirt. "You're not wearing a bra, are you?" he smiled looking at her breasts. Maggie smiled a sexy smile before lifting her shirt enough that her bare breasts fell free. "Such a bad girl", he remarked. Maggie grabbed his face and brought it down to her breasts. He sucked and kissed them, rolling his tongue across every inch of her nipples. "Mmmm, you haven't seen anything yet", she returned. Quickly she raised her arms to remove her shirt completely. Randal began grabbing her breasts rougher as he sucked her tits. "Oh yeah, Randal. You like my boobs, don't you?" "I've wanted to taste your breasts in my mouth for months now. And it was worth the wait.", he said as his face came back to her breasts. "Is that all you've wanted in your mouth?", she coyly remarked. "No. I want to repay the favor for the car" "Oh really? What do you have in mind?", she asked fully knowing what he wanted. "I want to taste you, Maggie. Slip my tongue deep inside you. Would you like that?". She took his hand and guided it between her legs, rubbing the fabric of her shorts. "What do you think?", she grinned. "I think I have got to get you out of the rest of your clothes", he responded. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt, raising it over his head and tossed it over by her shirt. He unzipped her shorts, slipping them down her legs. Together they walked to the couch. Randal kneeled in front of her as she sat down, He grabbed her white cotton panties and slid them off. Maggie raised her hips off the cushions as the fabric left her body. The cool air of the room hit her. A shiver ran down her spine. He began kissing her thighs, slipping her legs around his shoulders. Her neatly shaved pussy was so invited. He pressed his face in between her legs, kissing her pussy with his tongue buried inside her. "Yeah, Randal. Ughh, Lick my pussy baby. You got me so wet", she screamed, her deep accent ringing through the room. His tongue slipped in and out of her pussy. She played with his hair as he tasted her juices in his mouth. Maggie ground his face against her groin. He breathed in her aroma as he kissed her pussy lips. Maggie continually moaned his name as he ate her out. Her hips shifted everytime his tongue made contact with her clit. Her body was rocking, her breasts bouncing as she began to sweat from the excitement. Maggie couldn't remember being this turned on in her life. "I want you inside me, Randal. I can't take it anymore", she pulled him up from his knees and unbuckled his belt. He pinched her nipples, watching them rise at his touch again. He leaned over and tasted them back in his mouth. This seemed to drive Maggie even more crazy as she slipped his shorts around his ankles. Randal kicked them off. He quickly pushed down his boxers and let his dick fall free. Maggie slid over on the couch, now laying on her back. Randal crawled on top of her, covering her breasts and neck with kisses. She grabbed hold of his dick and rubbed it across her pussy lips. Randal pushed forward, slipping into her as she moaned. Randal began thrusting against her body as she panted. He felt her body respond to his movements, she moved under him. She grabbed onto his back, scratching him with her fingertips. "Harder, fuck me harder. It feels so good, Randal. Give it to me!", she panted. She pushed him harder against her. Maggie could feel his chest hair rubbing against her full breasts. He began to fuck her, his body pounding away on top of hers. She could feel every part of her body surrendering to him. Maggie was out of control. She needed this like she needed the air she breathed. Maggie sucked his tongue into her mouth, nibbling on it with her teeth as she felt his body thrusting harder against hers. Her pussy felt full with his hard cock inside it. She felt his balls slap against her body with each thrust. Randal pinned her down against the couch, grabbing her by the wrists. She didn't try to move. She enjoyed the way he was taking control of her. For weeks, Randal was in control of her mind. Now he possessed her body as well. She trailed her mouth to his neck, licking his skin and ears as he pounded into her. Her pussy was soaked from her excitement. Before she even arrived at Randal's apartment, she played with her pussy. She knew she needed to have him tonight. And now, she laid on his couch, naked with his body covering hers as they fucked. The room was full of sounds coming from both of their mouthes, and the sound of their bodies slapping together. Maggie wrapped her legs around his waist and ass, pushing him even further inside her pussy. "That's good baby, keep fucking me. I want to know what it feels like to have your cum inside me. I'm all ready sopping wet for you. It'll feel so good when you flood me with your hot cum", she moaned as she responded with her body. Randal nibbled on her neck and ears as he listened to her. With a free hand, he groped her tits and nipples, squeezing them together. He loved playing with her body. She responded to every touch. For months he had fantasied about rubbing her nipples and now he was doing that and so much more. She had such a beautiful body. Her breasts were so full and heavy in his hands. Randal began grunting and moaning louder as he rubbed her breasts. Maggie felt his body tense and she knew what was going to happen next. She was going to get a pussy full of cum. She kissed him deeper, pushing her tongue into his mouth. That's when she felt the first spurt of cum inside her. He moaned into her mouth as he exploded deep inside her. Maggie felt her body begin to tense as well. Randal was still semi-hard inside her as she pushed his body into her. It felt great to be under his body. She licked his mouth, which immediately opened with his tongue. His hands continued to play with her breasts, squeezing her nipples between her fingers. Finally, Maggie came. Her voice hurt from moaning as much as she did. She slid Randal off her. He slipped his arms around her as they lay on the couch. Maggie didn't feel the least bit guilty after just being fucked by another man. After all, it was all her husband's fault. The Affair Ch. 04 If you do not like cheating story, don't read this. "Randal? We need to talk", Maggie said. It had been a few weeks since the encounter in Randal's living room. They had managed to control themselves since, minus the occasional extra smile or grin. "What's up?", Randal asked his eyes glanced down at her body, being covered by a shirt that just weeks ago was tossed to the side of his couch. "I think he knows", she whispered. Randal, who was eating a candy bar almost choked as the words escaped her mouth. "What? Why do you think that?", he asked, looking around the empty break room. "This isn't a good place to talk about it. He's working late tonight. Do you think you can stop by?" "Are you sure that's such a great idea, Maggie?", he asked her with concern in his voice. "Don't worry about it. He won't be home till late". She wrote her address on a piece of paper and slid it across the table. She shook her head in disbelief as she exited out the room. Randal took a second, staring down at the address. He was nervous for the rest of the day. What if he did know? There would be no possible way her husband would understand. And he was much taller then Randal. He was preoccupied to say the least for the rest of the day. Randal watched as Maggie went home. He didn't know what was going to happen that night, but he figured whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good! Randal's car slowly pulled up outside the apartment. He looked and saw Maggie's car in the parking lot, the spaces next to her were empty. That was a good sign atleast. He looked at the apartment number on the piece of paper and went into the right building. As he walked down the hallway, he could feel his heart pounding. He found the apartment and knocked softly on it. No answer. He knocked a second time. He heard a faint call "I'm coming". It sounded like Maggie. He waited in the hallway. Everytime he heard footsteps, he got nervous. Finally the door opened and Maggie stood there. "I'm glad you could make it", Maggie said. "Come on in". Randal walked into the apartment as she closed the door. "So why do you think he knows?," Randal asked as he sat on the couch. "It's just a hunch, that's all. He's been acting all strange around me", she turned to face away from him. "I'm sorry, Maggie.", he said. He wasn't sure if she was crying. "It's not your fault, I started it. I came on to you in that car that day. I came over that night with the sole purpose of you.... doing what you did to me", she said as she turned back to him. He pulled her against his shoulder as he saw a tear in her eye. He wiped it from her as she nuzzled against his shoulder. "But I could have stopped you. I knew you were married and...", he tried consoling her but Maggie cut him off. "I didn't want you too. It's not your problem I'm married, it's mine. And it's his fault, all his fault. He told me you were flirting with me, and I never noticed it before. Not until he said something. I didn't believe him at first, then I started thinking about you. And I couldn't stop thinking about you", Maggie started inching closer to him, her words becoming softer. They caught each other's eyes. "Driving home I would have to stop the car so I could masturbate, thinking about you in ways I know I shouldn't. That's how much the thought of you got to me. When we were in my car, and I saw you staring at my ass, I knew you wanted it too. I would have let you fuck me in the car that day. I knew I had to feel you deep inside me after that." They couldn't help what happened next. Maggie's story got them both all heated up all over again. They knew it was unwise, but the closeness of the couch erupted into a fiery kiss with Maggie climbing on Randal's lap. "Is it so wrong that I want to feel your hard cock in me?"", she moaned as she bit down on his lower lip. She traced her finger down his chest to the bulge in his jeans. "And judging by the size, I can tell you want it inside me". Maggie grasped his cock in her hands as she unzipped his pants, feeling his hot breath on her neck. "It is wrong. It is so wrong, but I want it as bad as you do, Maggie. I've wanted to fuck you for so long, and I'm not just going to stop after once", he replied. Her hands slipped from his cock to lift her shirt enough for his hands to slide under. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing tightly in his hands as he licked her ear. She pulled the shirt completely off her chest, tossing it across the room. Randal pulled her tits out from under her bra. "Then do it. Fuck me, Randal. Fuck me in my husband's bed!", she screamed. "That's so bad, Maggie. So fucking bad". Randal picked her up in his arms and carried her down the hallway. He threw her on the bed. Maggie pushed her jeans down, kicking off her jeans and panties as she watched Randal take off his shirt. He tossed the shirt to her. She took a sniff of it. It smelled like Randal. She took the shirt and rubbed it against her bare pussy, getting some of her wetness on the cloth. "Fuck me, Randal!", she cried out as she slipped her fingers into her pussy. Randal dropped his boxers and his cock sprung out. Maggie leaned forward, pulling her nipple into her mouth and licked it with her tongue "When was the last time he fucked you in this bed?", he whispered, excited as her hands became wet with her cum. "Last night. He fucked me last night. What are you waiting for?". Maggie became impatient as she crawled towards him. He pushed her back onto the bed. Randal grabbed her legs and forced them open. Maggie moaned in delight as she felt his body climb on her. She craned her neck forward, waiting to feel him back inside her. Her breathing was heavy now, her breasts bounced with each breath in anticipation. "If I was your husband, I'd fuck you every morning, every night", he responded as he teased her pussy with his cock, rubbing it against her, but not entering her. "Here's your chance", she kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. Randal thrusted forward, impaling her on his cock. There was no soft movements. He began pushing into her faster. Maggie's body reacted, moving under him with the same speed. He groped her breasts, squeezing and pinching hard in his hand. Maggie moaned at his attention to her breasts. The bed cracked against the wall as he pushed into her. He began fucking her harder, listening to her muffled moans. Maggie lifted her legs into the air as he filled her harder. She felt him deep inside her, hard for her body. He kissed her deeper then her husband had in quite some time. Maggie felt so bad under him, fucking another man in her husband's bed. Yet, she felt so alive to have his cock inside her. Her pussy was soaked with excitement as he pushed harder into her. She licked his mouth and face. She was slowly going over the edge. "I'm going to cum, Randal", she moaned. "Then do it. Cum for me. I want you to cum while I fuck you!", he screamed as the bed continued to smack into the wall. He was pounding into Maggie's body. He palmed her tit tight in his hand as Maggie came, moaning into his ear. "I'm cumming!!!", her body shook, her breasts jiggling against her chest. Randal kept moving into her. He felt the rush of wetness against his cock as he thrust it inside her. Maggie kissed him again, feeling his weight crashing down on her. She felt him deep inside her. Randal grabbed her breast, lifting it to his mouth as he slowed his movements. He licked around her hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Maggie began pushing him harder. "Don't stop, Randal. Don't stop until you cum inside me", she moaned. When the words left his mouth, Randal began thrusting harder into her. The room filled with moaning and the sounds of the bed squeaking, and banging into the wall. He fucked her like she was a fantasy, but she wasn't. She was really there in her bed, begging for his cum. Finally, he couldn't help it. He felt his body tense as Maggie pushed him harder. Finally he exploded into her, filling her pussy with his cum. He collapsed against her, face first into her tits. Slowly he eased off her. Maggie slid her hand down his chest, down his belly to his softening cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, collecting some of the juices off of it. She glanced up at him as she slid her fingers through her mouth. She swallowed with a smile. "Damn, baby. We taste good together". Maggie smeared her fingers against her breasts, inviting him to lick them. He sucked her nipples. Maggie held his face against her chest as she felt his tongue licking their juices off her. "You're right, baby. We do taste good together," he responded as he leaned forward to kiss her passionately again. Their tongues tangled together. Maggie looked at the clock. "Oh shit! I hate to say this, but my husband is going to be home soon!". Randal's eyes almost bugged out of his head. He quickly gathered his clothes, and kissed her one last time, fighting the urge to crawl back into bed with her. Maggie watched as he exited the building from her window. She could still feel his cum inside her pussy. She wanted him to stay, but knew he couldn't. She lay back in the bed where they just fucked and began playing with her pussy again. And that's when He walked in.... The Affair Ch. 05 Curtis walked into the room and saw Maggie like he had never see her before. Her fingers were buried in her pussy, her big round breasts heaving up and down. He felt his cock harden instantly. He was in shock. Maggie knew Curtis had never seen her masturbate, not like this. She had masturbated for him during foreplay before, but nothing like this. Quickly she thought to herself. How could she cover this up? "I'm so fucking horny, Curtis. My fingers aren't doing anything for me, please fuck me", she said. Instantly, Curtis was swimming out of his clothes. Maggie opened her legs as she felt the weight of her husband land her. His cock found it's place in her and he began pounding into her. She felt so dirty. It wasn't Curtis that was making her horny, it was Randal. Yet it was her husband buried deep her pussy, not her lover. She could still feel his hot cum in there. Curtis kissed Maggie deeply, like a man possessed as he fondled her breasts. He hadn't kissed her like that since they were in college, fucking for the first time in his college dorm before his roommate came back. Both were so turned on, it didn't take long before they exploded in matching orgasms. Maggie came first, her breathing too much for her body to take. Moments later, she felt Curtis' cum exploding deep inside her. He slowly rolled off her, panting for air. "What got into you tonight?", he asked. "I don't know. I've just been really horny lately. I don't know what's gotten into my lately", she smirked. She knew what had been getting into her lately, Randal's hard cock. She felt so dirty, two men cumming in her pussy only an hour apart. "Well, there is something I want to talk to you about. This is kind of serious, Maggie". Curtis looked her deep in the eyes. "What is it dear?". "Listen, you know I love you. And I think it's time we start.... a family". Maggie's jaw dropped. Never in a million years did she expect that from Curtis. "I want you to have my baby". The words echoed in her ears until the next day. Of course she said she would. Despite everything that was happening with Randal, she loved her husband. And she always wanted a child for them. Maggie knew that if she were going to start a family, she would need to stop the affair with Randal. She never wanted to wonder who the father of her baby was. She waited for Randal to come into work, he had a later shift then she did. They had managed to be professionals at work. The only time they had acted out was the first time in the car. She pulled him a side and broke the news. "Curtis and I have decided we want a family. And, that means that, as much as I don't want to...". Randal looked in her the eyes. "Say no more, Maggie. I understand", he took a deep breath. She was the best fuck he ever had, and the last the thing in the world he wanted to do was end it with her. But he did understand. "I'm sorry. He just surprised me with it when he got home last night. I had no idea how he felt". She tried to explain it to Randal. He just shook his head. "Trust me, Maggie. There is no need to explain. I wouldn't want to come between a family. It was good while it lasted", he said. "Yeah, it was good. Real good", she smiled at him. She could feel her pussy starting to get moist as she thought about it. She knew she shouldn't, but she started to think about it again. Randal didn't know how to end it. Should he hug her before he leaves? Shake her hand? He shrugged as he walked out of the room. A loud knocking sound woke Randal up. He looked at the clock, it was 1:30 in the morning. First he tried to ignore it, figuring it was probably the next door neighbors. But the knocking continued and then the doorbell. Randal rose from his bed and walked to the door. He looked in the peep hole. He couldn't believe it. It was Maggie. He glanced down, realizing he was only wearing a pair of boxers. Slowly he opened the door. "Maggie? What's going on? It's 1:30? Is everything all....", he started to say before Maggie jumped into his arms, kissing him aggressively. He pulled her into the room and pushed the door closed with his foot. She could feel his cock getting hard through his white striped boxers. She pulled at her clothes as they made their way to the bedroom, first taking off her shirt. Her round breasts flopped out, she wasn't wearing a bra. "I know it's wrong, Randal. But I had to feel you inside me one last time.", she whispered as she pulled down her jeans. She climbed up on his bed, kneeling on all fours. "I want you to fuck me in my asshole. Don't make me beg for it. I can't have you fuck my pussy, but you can fuck me in the ass.", she whispered. Randal peeled off his boxers. "You don't have to if you don't want to", she said, unable to see him. Randal responded by grabbing her panties and tearing them off her body. He threw the shedding clothing down as he climbed on the bed, groping her tits from behind. Maggie started breathing heavier as she felt his hands on her body. She had never been fucked in the ass. It was a fitting end to the affair. Randal rubbed his hard cock against the crack of her ass. She leaned back, pressing her body against his. He started to kiss her neck as he felt her body press against him. He positioned his cock against her ass, pushing slowly. She was so tight, he could only fit the first two inches in. Maggie screamed out in pain at first, but she kept thrusting her hips against him. He knew she was enjoying it. He pushed a little farther. Randal pushed her head down against the bed, exposing more of her ass to him. He entered her some more. Maggie bit down on the pillow as she felt his hard cock enter her from behind. She reached back and cupped his balls, playing with them. Her head was buried in the pillow in front of her. She could feel his hands on her tits, pinching her nipples against her chest. Maggie started panting as she felt his cock inside her ass. She never thought it could be so good. With one of his hands still on her tits, the other slipped to her pussy, fingering her hard. She wanted to keep fucking him, even after tonight. But she knew it was for the best that they didn’t. “You’re pussy is so wet for me, Maggie. I love it”, he whispered in her ear. She felt so dirty when he talked like that. It made the fuck that much hotter. She started rubbing her ass against his hard cock even faster. “It’s wet for you, Randal” she moaned back. He continued to rub her body all over as he fucked her hard from behind. She moaned incoherently as she felt him deep inside the most private of areas. She knew Curtis would never fuck her there, so it was okay to give herself to Randal there just one more time. “I’m going to cum, baby”, he moaned as he grabbed her hair, pulling her neck back. She loved he was being rough with her. “Do it. Fill my asshole with your cum.”, she screamed back. Before she could even finish, she felt the rush of cum in her bowels. He slid out of her and crawled under her legs. He began to lick her wet pussy, sucking her clit into his mouth. Maggie sat back and stared down as his tongue disappear into her. She started playing with her nipples as she felt her pussy get tongued. Maggie began humping his face as he ate her out. It didn’t take long before an orgasm racked Maggie’s body. She moaned, talking about the feeling of his tongue deep inside her, where his cock once was. Her pussy leaked onto Randal’s face. He quickly lapped it all up. She slid off his face and looked at him. “I wish it didn’t have to end like this”, she said. “I told you, Maggie. It’s fine. We both know we shouldn’t have started this. It had to end sometime. We both admit it was good while it lasted, but Curtis wants you to start a family. And I can’t say I blame him. It was great while it lasted”, he whispered as he gave her one soft kiss. Maggie gathered her clothes and kissed him again, one last time before leaving the room. Seven weeks later, Maggie announced she was pregnant.