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I am not Sure How this Started

By: pastmyprime23



I am not sure how it got this far. When I said my vows 15 years ago I would have never thought I was the type of woman to stray. I would have never thought I was the type of woman who would lie to my husband at a chance for a romp with some other guy, but somehow, that is where I am.

For starters, my husband is a good guy. He is hard-working, makes a decent living, never hit me or anything and is very accommodating in bed. He is a good father and from what I know, he has never strayed. Like a lot of married couples the sexual activity has diminished over the years. What with kids, jobs, etc., we don't have sex 3 or 4 times a day like we did when we first started dating. We are lucky if we have sex once or twice a week. On top of that, the spark and over the top sex doesn't occur anymore. Like a lot of men in their early 40s, he has gained a little weight and lost the tone of his youth. Not that I am much better as I never lost the baby weight after our 3rd kid. I am not making excuses, mind you, just setting up the picture of how it all began.

One of the things my husband has been supportive of was me having a "ladies night out" at least once a month. He knew I needed to go out with my friends, blow off some steam, etc. He had his own motivation, however, as frequently one of my friends would drop me off at home a little drunk and he would wake up to me giving him a blow job or doing things that I ordinarily would be hesitant to do. He said that one of thing things that I would do when I am drunk would be to alternate sucking his cock after it had been in me - something that completely grosses me out to do when I am sober. So, all I can say is that it all starts there - on a ladies night out.

When I first started having a ladies night out, it was with a lot of married friends. We all had husbands, kids, etc. and with the exception of having to care for kids on a Saturday or Sunday morning with a hangover, it allowed us all to get a break from being a wife/mother. I would listen to the ladies bitch about their husbands and while I would have my complaints, they weren't as bad as what these ladies had to say. It made me appreciate him all the much more, which wound me up to fuck him when I got home.

Slowly over the years it stopped being about wives/mothers, but about divorced women, etc. As my friends got divorced they stopped using the time as breather but more as a pick-up night as they knew they didn't have to care for their kids every other weekend. We stopped going to normal bars and started going to dance clubs and singles joints. This had its rewards for my husband as well because younger guys would buy us drinks and I would come home buzzed and feeling good about myself. Not wanting to be the prude, I would find myself dancing with my friends and whatever group of guys they were hooking up with. More than once I would find myself involved in a little grinding action on the dance floor, but it would never get any further than that - until one night about 6 months ago.

It was early January and we were at one of our dance clubs. Because we were out dancing I wore a short black skirt, a white blouse and comfortable dress shoes. I think I was looking hot as I wore a see-through bra under the blouse and even my husband made a comment about it. When we got to the club, a local investment firm was having an annual party and the boss was throwing the sales reps a drinking bash for his highest earning reps. They were in their late 20s, cocky, confident and dressed in suits that cost more than my husband makes in a week. They also had no problem throwing money around and my single girlfriends were living it up. More than one of them hooked up right there in the bar and I was under the impression that several of the guys had bets as to who could hook up with the most women that night. I have to admit I was a bit turned on by the thought of getting fucked in the men's room or blowing a guy in his car or something, but these younger kids did not do it for me like my friends. I ended up watching my friends carry on while I sat back and enjoyed a margarita. That was when Mark came over and joined me.

Mark was very laid back, observant and very intelligent. While he had a drink in his hand, he wasn't pounding drinks like the rest of the guys in his group. I quickly learned that he was their boss and that he threw these shindigs as a reward. Often he would take the guys (for whatever reason, it is a field dominated by men) to a strip club or a dance club. He mentioned how the guys chose the dance club because most of them "wanted to get laid" and didn't want to spend hundreds of dollars on lap dances in order to do it. Mark was fine with that because a shot of Jameson cost $5.00 at this club but $15 or $20 at the strip clubs. Playing casual and trying not to sound like a snob, I asked Mark why HE didn't get to pick the place to pick up women. He actually shocked me when he said that picking up women for a one-night stand was not his sort of thing. This was rather impressive to me, but so were his solid gold cuff links and his $5,000 designer suit. I was curious about this because most men I knew were very much into spreading their seed and trying to score as many women as possible. 

When I asked him about this he said something that would have normally sounded cocky, but instead sounded like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. He said, "He preferred to date women who went out of their way to meet his sexual needs and preferences." 

I jokingly asked if he was some sort of pervert to which he replied, "no more so than the next guy, but I like to actually do the things I fantasize about." I am not sure when he did this, but this was the first time I noticed that his hand was on my leg and that he as looking me in the eye. I would love to say that I stopped him right there, but instead, I could feel the wetness between my legs. I am not sure if it was wealth or just that I could tell that he was used to having power over many people, but I was extremely turned on by him. 

By this point I was on my 4th drink and he had ordered me another, but I was also deep into the conversation more than I would have thought. I naturally inquired how he knew who these women were that would satisfy him like that and he described me to a "t." Not in my looks or how I was dressed, but in my personality features, confidence, loyalty. 

It was now about 1:30 and the bars would be closing soon. None of my friends were around and he asked me about giving me a ride home. Trying to be the good wife I told him I would catch a cab because I didn't want to be in a car with a drunk driver, to which he replied, "That is why I always use a limo when I go out on nights like these." I was actually expecting this answer for some reason because why would a guy with all this money and control risk it all to drink and drive? Unfortunately, it was my only way out of the situation and I still needed a ride home.

When we got to the limo, he was a gentleman and allowed me to climb in first. It was at this point that I remembered that I was wearing a thong and I probably gave him the perfect opportunity to see my ass as I climbed in. I was actually surprised when he asked me for my address because I thought he was going to make a move on me - especially since he had his hand on my knee. In fact, I was a little disappointed that he did. So much so that I flat out asked him why he wasn't having me go back to his place. This was where he really surprised me. Instead of answering my question he said, "That depends. When was the last time you had sex with your husband?" It wasn't like I was hiding that I was married, I did have my ring on, but I guess it was just an unwritten rule that we don't talk about this. That or he wanted to get another excuse out of the way. Regardless, I was taken back by the question and embarrassed to answer that it had been 2 weeks. He then asked, "When was the last time you gave your husband a blow job?" This embarrassed me even more because it had sadly been several months since I had done that. I don't know if it was the alcohol or just the fact that I was having these discussions with a complete stranger, but my face was turning red. The thing is, I was actually embarrassed that I wasn't doing something for my husband that I used to do for him more or less daily.

At this, Mark slid his hand down my leg a little and was very direct with me. He said quite clearly, "If you are going to be in a relationship with me, that is unacceptable. If I want a blow job, you give me a blow job. If I want something else, you do that for me. Is that understood?" I couldn't believe the power I was giving him. He wasn't asking to have sex with me, he was telling me that I would have sex with him and when and how. I was so turned on by having him tell me what to do rather than asking for it. I mean, it was not like my husband hadn't wanted a blow job, I just kept turning him down. He was my husband, I didn't need to do that. But I needed to do that for Mark. I needed him to like me. I needed to please him.

While Mark was clearly feeling my wet pussy through the small part of my thong, he gave me a direction. He said, "I want you to remove these panties and your top. I then want you to kneel down in this limo and give me a blow job until I am ready for you to ride me. After you cum, you are going to get back on your knees and suck me off until I cum and you are going to swallow every drop." 

I am not sure what came over me, but I nodded to him and removed my cloths as he said. Without hesitating, I removed my panties and took off my top and bra. I climbed on the floor of the limo and undid his belt and fly. I obediently took his pants off and took his cock in my hand. It wasn't much longer than my husbands, but it was definitely thicker. I started by licking his cock a little but I could tell he wanted more. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I started to slide another man's penis in and out of my mouth for the first time in 17 years. I wasn't just giving a blowjob, I was trying to make love to this cock because I desperately wanted to please this man. Several times I almost gagged as he pushed my head down on his cock while he would say things like, "That's it, take it all the way in. Show me what a slut you can be." Two things that I would never let my husband do - call me a slut and force the back of my head on his cock, but I wanted to show him I could take it. My pussy was so wet at this point that I was grateful when he lifted my head up and said, "now slide that pussy around my cock and let me feel how wet you are."

I didn't even think about protection, about my marriage, my kids, anything. I wanted his cock inside of me and I climbed up on his lap wearing only my skirt and slit my pussy onto his dick. Though I was quite wet, his girth was a bit more than I was used to and it took me a bit to get it all of the way in. He had unbuttoned his shirt and I started kissing him while riding him - feeling my bare breasts against his chest. I wanted so bad to feel him cum inside of me, but I could tell that he was controlling me and before long he grabbed my ass and ground into me as I had an orgasm that seemed to last for 10 minutes. As I started to come down from my high, I knew that I needed to please this man. I got back on my knees and started to suck his cock as he told me to "taste your pussy on my cock. Show me you like the taste of your cheating cunt." I felt his balls tightened and I knew he was going to blow, but I knew that I had to take it all down to keep this man happy. He filled my mouth with his cum and I continued to suck until he was flaccid again.

I climbed up to lay my head on his chest and it was then that I realized that we had been parked in front of my house for something like 20 minutes. While the windows were tinted, I came to the realization that not only had I cheated on my husband for the first time, but I had done it just yards away from where he and my 3 kids were sleeping. Not to mention the fact that the car was sitting in the driveway for all of that time and the limo driver was up front. Mark handed me my shirt and said "Ben will show you to your door." He must have pushed a button or something because the driver opened the door and helped me out of the car. I hadn't even grabbed my panties or bra and my shirt was not buttoned all the way up, but Ben was very polite in making sure that I was not uncomfortable and that I got in the house safe. I closed the door and watched as Ben backed out of the driveway and Mark pulled away.

At this point, all of the guilt started to flood into me. I had cheated on my husband. A good man. A good provider. A good father. In the time it took to grab a few drinks and a ride home, I had committed adultery. I quietly crept up to the room and got in the shower for the longest time. I was emotionally exhausted and sexually spent. I know my husband was hoping that I would come into bed with him and be amorous, but I was afraid that he would smell the other man on me - taste him on me. I was having trouble falling asleep. I didn't know if someone else saw me leave with Mark. I didn't know if someone else saw the limo in the driveway. All I knew was that I didn't want to ruin my marriage because I did a dumb thing. By the time I feel asleep it was after 5 am.

The next morning I awoke to a sunlit room and an empty house. My husband had let me sleep and he got the girls dressed and out to Sunday School and church. It was after noon before they got back and I did my best to be showered and presentable when they returned. I had trouble even looking him in the eye when he walked in the door with lunch from The Olive Garden. He entertained the kids and cleaned the house as I fiddled around with the unbearable guilt. His usual pattern was to do yard work on Sunday afternoons and after I put the kids to bed he showered. I knew I had to make it up to him. When he got out of the shower I was dressed in a white piece of lingerie that I owned. Though he liked it when I wore the more colorful/slutty stuff, I needed to feel pure. Still, I was afraid of having his penis in my vagina as it was a little sore from the previous night. So I laid my husband on the bed and proceeded to give a blowjob to him. It was the first one he had in about 6 months, so he didn't complain at all - he was obviously all for it. While I took my time and tried to help him enjoy it, I wasn't deep throating him like I had with Mark. I was just using the regular technique that I learned would get him off after 15 years of marriage. When I completed the deed, I crawled up on the bed and laid my head on his chest, dwelling on the fact that I had swallowed two different guys' loads in the matter of 15 hours or so. My husband was so generous to me. He even offered to return the favor, but I just laid there for a minute.

It was then that he started asking me some questions.

"You were out pretty late last night. I take it you had a good time?" 

"Yes," I replied, "we went dancing really late."

"I was hoping you would crawl in bed with me when you returned, but you were in the shower a long time," he continued. "Was everything alright?"

"I was pretty sweaty from dancing and I reeked of cigarette smoke," which was a somewhat truthful answer.

"I was talking to John next door. He said there was a limo parked in the driveway for a half hour last night. Was that how you got home?"

At this point my worst fears began to creep in. Without lifting my head to look at him, I tried to say as casually as I could that one of the girls had won a contest and we were treated to a limo ride home. Since one of my friends had picked me up, it was only logical that I was one of the first to be dropped off and we goofed off and drank in the limo because the bar had rented it for four hours. I was fairly certain he bought the story and I hoped like hell that my neighbor didn't see or say anything else. I was committed that this would be a one-time thing and I figured that as long as I could put this past me and nobody else knew, then nobody would be hurt. 

The next morning I got the girls ready for school and headed off to work. I work in a secretarial pool with a couple of the girls I went out with on Saturday. Being that they were all single (divorced), I was happy to hear them apologize to me for leaving me at the bar while they hooked up. When they asked how I got home I told them the bartender had arranged a cab ride for me. It wasn't the first time that had ever happened so it was believable.

Wanda, however, asked about "the guy who came and sat with me." She talked about how attractive he was and how the guys they were dancing with all called him "sir" and things. She even mentioned how erotic it seemed that he was such a powerful man. I played it off like it was a friendly conversation about work and Wanda followed with, "We knew you wouldn't go home with him or anything because you like to play the good wife. I'll bet you were even in church the next day."

I didn't know if this was good or bad. It was good in that they didn't suspect anything and weren't going to start any rumors. It was bad because they made me out to be some kind of prude. Oh, if only they knew me before I got married. I could have told them some stories.

A few days passed and the guilt was starting to subside. It was not like I fell in love with this guy or something. I just had a fling. I didn't even think I had given this guy my name. I still wasn't in the mood to have sex with my husband, but he got his hummer so that should have carried him for a couple of weeks. 

On Thursday around 1:00 a currier arrived addressed to me. The normal protocol was for the mail room to open packages for departments, but because this was addressed to me, nobody did. Of course this got the attention of some of the ladies in the office but my husband's birthday was coming up in a few weeks and I played it off that I had his birthday present delivered there. I closed my boss' office, opened the package and was shocked as hell. Inside was a note:

"Stephanie. I have arranged for Ben to pick you up at 4:30 when you get off work. Tell your husband that you have a required meeting to attend after work and you will be home by 7:00. Change into this outfit in the back of the limo. There will be an overcoat and a travel bag in the limo. The key is for room 1400 - the Penthouse of the Fairmont. I expect you to be in character. "

Inside the package was a full blown French Maid outfit with thigh highs, shoes, garters - the works. It was actually something my husband asked me to wear several years ago, but I refused to do so because it made me look slutty or like his servant. I was amazed on many levels. The first of which was how did he know my name and where I worked. While I may have given him my first name, I was damn certain I didn't give him my last. The other was was how is it that he expected me to do this? To be his maid for him? Finally, how is it that he knew my size in the cloths. Alright, I had left my bra and panties in the limo, but even the shoes were my size. 

I would love to say that I threw the thing in the garbage, but I thought of nothing else the last 3 ½ hours at work. I snuck out a bit early hoping the limo would be there and I wouldn't have to answer questions about it. I was lucky as Ben pulled up right at 4:20 and opened the door for me - almost like he knew when I was coming down the elevator. He informed me everything I needed was in back and was he right. Mirrors, makeup, you name it. There were even margaritas mixed up and chilled so that I could loosen up. I knew the ride would be about 20 minutes, but I asked Ben if we could stretch it out a bit. His response was that Mr. Millen expected him there at 4:50 on the dot so I would only have an 10 extra minutes. I had no idea how many times Ben brought women in for a booty call. If I didn't feel like such a slut, I probably would have had a conversation with him, but I didn't talk to him while I changed. Not that he made me feel like one, he was nothing but professional, addressing me as ma'am and opening the door as if I were a dignitary or something. 


I am not Sure How this Started



I couldn't believe I was doing this. This wasn't an accidental fling, a drunken hook up. I was actually arranging to meet this man in a hotel room. In the back there were some warm wet wash cloths. I gave myself a quick sponge bath as I got out of my work cloths. The man thought of everything, including the fact that I would need to freshen up a bit after working 8 hours. The French maid outfit was one of those red, Fredricks of Hollywood, outfits. Red thigh highs, garters and black shoes to boot. I had seen one in the catalogs, with a head piece, but there wasn't one here. I guess it would look to obvious when I went through the hotel lobby. There also weren't any panties. At 4:45 I fastened up the garters and put on the overcoat. The lipstick I put on was bright red - to match the outfit.

I was escorted out of the limo and walked into the lobby directly to the elevators. I knew where they were because my husband and I had stayed here to take a night away one time. We weren't on the penthouse floor, however. Even though the overcoat went down to my knees, I tried not to look at anyone in the lobby for fear that they could tell what I was wearing and know what I was there for. I was so thankful that when I got to the elevator there was nobody on it. It allowed me to fumble with the key access thing to get to the top floor of the finest hotel in the city.

I was already prepared for what I was going to do in the role play, having thought of nothing else during my last hours at work. So many times my husband had asked me to do things like that, but I felt silly and just wouldn't do it for him. For Mark, however, I wanted to give an academy award performance - never break character and give him the best fuck of his life.

I opened the door to the penthouse and it was more impressive than I expected - two floors, a bar area, living area and a master bedroom and bathroom on the second floor. I announced "Housekeeping!" in my most feminine voice and saw there was a feather duster near the door that I was obviously to use. There was no response to my call so I did a pretend dusting of the place while I searched around for him.

In addition to a bedroom upstairs there was a sitting room and when I entered, he was sitting in a silk robe, reading. His feet were up on an ottoman. "Excusez-moi, monsier. I didn't realize there was someone here. I can come back."

"Don't be silly," Mark responded. "You are not disturbing me. Do what you need to do while I sit here and read."

I then proceeded to dust the sitting room without talking to him. Making sure I bent over so he could see my ass and leaned over so he could see my size C cleavage. Though I was sure I was getting a stir out of him, he continued to read and only one time did I catch him glancing for a look.

I asked him if he would like me to turn down his bed for him and he agreed. When I returned I asked, "Is there anything else that you will need me for?"

I was hoping he would take the lead here, but he responded with, "no, that will be all."

Not wanting to break character, I inquired, "Are you certain. The hotel wants me to make sure that our best guests are taken care of in any way possible." With this I leaned over quite a bit to give him a clear look at my breasts which were ready to fall out of the outfit. 

"Well," he responded. "I have been quite stressed out lately. I could really use with some relaxation."

At this prompting I said, "I will serve you how you like."

"In that case, how about you come over here and do what you do best," he said as he undid his robe and I could see his fully erect cock. He kicked aside the ottoman and I knew that I was to get on my knees in front of him. "For starters," he continued, "Let's see if you can do better than the skank I had Saturday night."

It didn't even bother me that he called me a skank. He could have called me whatever he wanted at that point. I was bound and determined to give him a better blowjob and to get that cock in my mouth. Down on his cock my head bobbed and I didn't even bother to give him eye contact. My eyes were watering with how deep I was taking him. After a few minutes he said, "I want you to go lie on my bed and get that pussy of yours ready because I am going to cum deep in that cunt of yours."

I quietly stood up, adjusted my outfit and laid down on the bed. As I spread my legs I started to rub the top of my pussy so as to stimulate my already erect clit. I slid my middle finger in and out of my snatch as I stared in his eyes, not the least bit embarrassed that I was masturbating in front of him. He let me go for quite a while like that and I swore I was going to cum - something that I was never able to do masturbating in front of my husband. Instead he laid his face between my legs and started to lick my clit at the same pace I was fingering it. Between his warm tongue and everything else, I went over the edge quickly. I wasn't ready to stop and I was literally begging him to come and fuck me. He came up between my legs and while he kissed me with his pussy juice mouth, he buried his cock in me with one big push. I had forgotten how good it felt and my pussy, still having spasms from my previous orgasm, I quickly started to build again. I begged him to fuck me deep and he lifted my legs over his shoulders and started to drive his cock so deep that I though he was going to bust me out. He lasted a lot longer than I thought he would, but I didn't mind because I loved having his muscular body against mine as kissed me on the lips. Before long, he was building and just the thought of having this man cum in my pussy took me over the edge again. I could feel the cum squirting inside of me and for the longest time I was wishing that I was not married so that I could fuck this man again that night.

As I lay on his chest and we had some pillow talk, I was startled by the things I was revealing to him. Without him prompting me in the least bit I had shared my sexual history, experiences and even told him things that I refused to do. He laid there quietly absorbing it all and stroking my hair. Before I knew it, the time was 6:30 and he told me that Ben would be waiting for me downstairs. While I really didn't even need to dress any more (the outfit was still on me), I did need to check my hair so that it didn't look like I was a hooker leaving the room - even though in some ways I felt like one. When I reached the elevator, the fact that my outfit had no panties became very apparent as I could feel his cum run out of me and down my leg. 

When I reached the car, Ben let me in and I was pleased to find that the washcloths were warm and clean again. I cleaned up, and was even more surprised to find that the panties I wore the other night were laundered and I had clean underwear to change into. Ben dropped me off at my car and held the door for me as I got out. The drive home was exilerating and I couldn't help but look in the mirror and feel see that FFF (freshly fucked face) look.

As I reached my neighborhood I realized that it was very possible for my husband to tell what had happened by my look and smell. I could swear that the smell of Mark's cum was permeating through the air and my husband would be able to tell. I put a look on my face of utter exhaustion in hopes that he would think that I had a long day at the office (what with the meeting and all), and that I just needed a shower and to get to bed.

I walked in the door, not to find my husband watching TV or anything, but dinner had been made and he was helping the girls with their homework. He told me to go grab a shower and he would heat up a plate for me. As I got into the shower and rinsed off the sweat and fluids of my affair, I felt really guilty. My husband was such a good guy. Why was I doing this? Still, I was glad that my husband didn't try to get me to sleep with him that night.

It was several days before I heard from Mark again. I realized that following Friday that I knew very little about him. I only knew that he ran an investment firm and that he was wealthy. I didn't even know for certain that he wasn't married. While he told me his last name the night we met, I wasn't really certain what even that was. I felt so guilty that I was risking throwing my marriage away to sleep with him and yet here I was thinking about him non-stop and yearning for him to get in contact with me.

Once again a currier came, but this time it did not draw the attention of the ladies at work. They had already commented on how glowing I looked that week and just assumed that I was having great sex with my husband. In reality, outside of that blowjob, I had not had sex with my husband in over 3 weeks.

The package was even more of a shock. It was a catholic schoolgirl outfit with the white thigh highs. What was shocking was that it was clearly a size smaller than what I was currently. The note attached to it was very simple: 

I will be out of town for 2 weeks. I will return on the 19th and you will be expected to report to the principal's office in this outfit - no excuses. If you want to stay out of trouble and graduate, you will need to follow instructions and be in full uniform. Ben will pick you up at 5 pm sharp. 

PS - schoolgirls do not have hairy pussies.

Oh my god? What was he saying to me? Was he really telling me to shave my pussy? I hadn't done that in 16 years. I will admit that I did it for my husband when we were dating, but once I was married, it was just too much trouble to maintain. Likewise, I will admit that I felt wrong having the jungle down there when Mark was eating me out the other night, but to shave it cleanly? How could I shower at the gym and not have the other women notice - or my husband. Speaking of the gym, did Mark intentionally get the outfit one size too small? Was he meaning for me to lose weight when he told me to report in "this outfit." I know I have put on some weight since the girls were born, but this bothered me. I was seriously worried that despite my efforts, I was not sexually pleasing to him. I so much wanted to keep seeing him.

By the close of work that day, I made a plan to do all of that. I was going to look sexy for him. I was going to please him to the fullest. I knew that I could fit in that outfit if I dropped 10 - 12 lbs and I scheduled an appointment to be waxed a few days before he got back. It would involve a lot of extra time at the gym and less eating. 

I let my husband know that I wanted to get back to the gym some more and asked if he could pick up some of the slack with the girls. He is a good dad, but I know he was being helpful because he was hoping to have sex that night.

I worked really hard at the gym that day - even did 20 miles on the bike. When I got home I was exhausted and while I intended to have sex with my husband, I just wasn't up to it. I went both days that weekend, hitting the gym Saturday afternoon and Sunday after church. By Sunday night I knew I couldn't put it off any longer and even though I was sore as hell, I knew I needed to have sex with my husband.

The sad part was, I actually felt like I was cheating on Mark while he was away. My husband was more than passionate, even trying to say the right things like "You look beautiful the way you are." While the affection and emotion were there, the passion was just not in it (for me) and for the first time in my marriage, I faked an orgasm. My husband wanted to cuddle with me afterwards, but I just wanted to get some sleep so I didn't think about eating.

I am glad my husband didn't really initiate sex those next two weeks because my body was tired and sore. By about the 9th day I was feeling better and the scale reinforced what I was doing. I was down 10 lbs and tried on the outfit in the bathroom at work. While I couldn't exactly step out of the stall and look at myself in the mirror, I could tell that the shirt and skirt fit around the waste. At this point I began to think about what I would be doing with Mark and actually considered masturbating right there. Instead, I masturbated that night before my husband came to bed. 

The day of the waxing had arrived and I knew that this was going to cause other problems. How was I going to change without my husband noticing? His actual birthday was coming up in a week and in some way he was going to find out. I just hoped that I could hold off until then and tell him it was a birthday present.

If you have never been waxed down there, let me tell you - it hurts. I was amazed at how raw I felt and actually regretted not doing it a day or so earlier. Fortunately, all the redness went down by the time the 19th rolled around and none of the stubble had returned. 

I went to the limo and once again, Ben pulled up right as I got out of the elevator. I changed in the car and even put my hair up like a schoolgirl. The only problem was, there was no overcoat in the car. When I asked Ben about this he said, "Not to worry, ma'am. We aren't going to a public place, we are going to his office." The fact that I was going to a new place and had no idea what to expect had me a little nervous. I honestly think this was Mark's plan in hopes that he would make me as nervous as a schoolgirl. Walking down the long lit-up hall with all of the offices that could open up at any time had me more than nervous. When I reached his office - the big one in the corner - I walked in, shut his door and asked, "You wanted to see me, sir."

Mark was in a suit, and working on some paperwork on his otherwise cleared off desk. Without looking up he responded with, "Yes, young lady, have a seat for a minute."

I sat down in my outfit of white thigh highs, plaid skirt and white shirt with cleavage. I felt rather sexy, but as I looked around the office, I was more than intimidated. Here and there were pictures of Mark with famous athletes, musicians and even two presidents.

He finished his paperwork and looked up at me for the first time. I could tell that he was pleased with how I looked. He spoke for the first time and his voice was like that of a school principal lecturing a student. He said, "We have ourselves a bit of a problem, young lady. It appears that you are failing 2 of your classes and are in danger of not graduating. I hate to inform you of this so soon after your 18th birthday, but unless you come up with something, you are not going to graduate."

I took the queue and said, "No sir, my parents will kill me if I don't graduate. Isn't there anything I can do for extra credit or something?" 

With this, he came around the front of his desk, took a seat on his desk so that he was looking down on me (and also into my cleavage) and asked, "What do you think you can do in such a short period of time that I could justify telling your teachers that you did extra credit for me?"

"Well, sir," I responded as I took out a lollypop and started to lick it. "I am 18 now and I do have some talents that some of the boys enjoy."

"Are you seriously offering me a blow job in order to pass your class? Is that what you are saying?"

"No sir," I responded and upon seeing the look on his face changed it to, "Yes sir, I mean, I am a virgin and all."

"Well, if I am going to pass you in two classes, you are going to have to do more than a couple of blow jobs for me. You are going to have to submit to my needs for a couple of weeks." I took the queue and got up from the chair and said, "I will do whatever it takes to get my diploma and I started to kiss him on the mouth. Before long I was in his favorite position - on my knees and sucking his cock. This time, however, he was standing up and his pants were around his ankles. 

Before long he kicked off his shoes and pants and had me lay down across his desk. His only words out of character were, "Let's see if you followed my instructions." I could tell he was please as he went down on me and ate me out for what felt like 20 minutes. He was so good at it - just seemed to know how to put the right amount of pressure on my clit and how quickly to move his tongue. After one very intense orgasm he got off of his own knees and pulled me closer to him on the desk. As he moved his penis closer to my pussy he said, "Being a Catholic School, the use of rubbers is forbidden, so we are going to have to take some other precautions so you don't get pregnant." 

I took this to mean that I was going to be swallowing another load of cum, but I was so desperate to have him inside me that I said, "I will do whatever you want so that I can pass." He slid his cock inside of my extremely wet pussy, but because it had been so long since I had a dick in there (especially one of his size) that I groaned a little like a virgin. 

He stayed in character and looked at me and said, "Not to worry, it will start feeling good, soon."

He was right about that and before long I was building into another loud orgasm as I wrapped my legs around him and came some more. I desperately wanted him to cum inside of me so I stayed in character and said, "you can cum in me if you want."

"Oh, I intend to do that" he said with a smile, and he pulled out of me and told me to lay down on the desk face down. 

He lifted up my skirt and I am not sure when I realized what he had in mind, but I quietly reminded him that "I don't do that."

"Well, if you are going to graduate, you are going to have to please me. If you are going to please me, you will need to let me fuck your ass or get out of my office." 

Was he seriously giving me an ultimatum? Was he going to throw me out if I didn't do this. I didn't want it to end. It couldn't end. But he knew I never did this with my husband. Sure, we had tried, but it hurt too much. I wasn't going to lose this man, however. So I looked at him with a crooked smile and I bent back over the desk, grabbing the other side to be prepared. 

With this he said, "I knew you were a nasty girl," and I didn't know whether to take it that my character was or that I was. All I knew was that I was about to give this man something that I had never given to another man - and he knew it. He rubbed a little lubricant on my asshole and started to slide it in, getting the tip of his dick wet with my still lubricated cunt. In fact, I tried to tighten my cunt around his cock as he did this in hopes of getting him to finish there, but he was not about to miss out. With a little bit of a groan, I could feel the tip of his large penis break the seal of my sphincter. He let it sit there for a bit adjusting to the size. I was surprised because while it hurt, it didn't hurt near as bad as it had in the past. Before long he was giving me steady even strokes and went back into character. "Yes, I am going to cum in your ass. If you are going to graduate, you are going to be my little ass-fuck girl, do you understand? "

"Yes," I responded through slightly gritted teeth. "I'm your ass slut." I could tell that talking dirty like that was turning him on so I kept it up a bit with "Oh god, make me your ass slut. I've never done this for anyone else but now I am yours to use as you want. FUCK MY ASS! Make it yours. FUCK MY ASS!!"

Before too long his thrusts became much stronger, but I let him go because I knew he was about to cum, and cum he did. With one final thrust he buried his cock to the base of his dick and held it there while he came. As he held it there for a few seconds he said, "God I love a good virgin ass" and he withdrew his slightly flaccid penis with a tiny pop, and I could feel his cum run down my ass. I lay across his desk for a few more minutes hoping the pain would subside some, but it didn't. When I finally pulled on the panties, he looked at me and said, "On Monday we will be meeting at my house and we will continue to meet until I feel you have earned the credit to pass." While he didn't say so directly, I realized I was being dismissed like one of his students or one of his employees. I started to walk down the hall in the outfit and I realized that I was walking a little funny from the ride I had. I also realized that there were people talking on the phones in the various offices I passed on the way in. Were they here when I arrived? Could they have seen me? Did they HEAR ME?




I am not Sure How this Started



I picked up the pace of my walk and hopped into the limo that Ben was waiting beside. The ride back to my office was slower due to the traffic and I unfortunately had time to think about what had just happened - what was happening? Had I become this guy's slut? Was I his to do with what he pleased? Was I his "Beck and Call Girl" as Julia Roberts put it? 

When I got to my car I pulled out of the lot (so that Ben could see me go) and pulled into a lot down the street. I seriously looked in the mirror and at the reflection in it. Was this what I had become? Was this who I was? I am not certain why, but a part of me smiled at the reflection that stared back at me as I pulled out into traffic.

When I arrived home late due to the rendezvous, it was under the pretense of going to the gym after work. Unfortunately, I had not showered and I was still walking funny as I got out of the car. My husband saw me struggling to walk and asked if it was due to the workout. When I replied that it was, he hinted at how good I was looking. Ugh, there was no way I was going to have sex with him that night. I blew him off by talking about how sore and tired I was and showered under the story that I had forgot to take my towel to the gym. I locked the door to our private bathroom as I showered and I am glad I did, because I could tell he tried to come in and shower with me. Fortunately, he didn't make any more hints that night. I felt bad because I knew I was neglecting him, but there was no way I was going to risk having sex with him that night.

When Friday came along it was my husband's birthday. I found an outfit to go with my still bald pussy. I figured he was going to find out soon enough and I would make it like a surprise I did for him. He had arranged for a sitter overnight and we planned to go out to eat and to a hotel room. Imagine my surprise when I saw that he had booked a room at the same hotel where I first met with Mark. I was very nervous at the front desk thinking that someone would recognize me from about 3 weeks prior. Fortunately, that was not the case. It also helped that I was dressed in a nice dress and not the red thigh highs I trapesed in before.

The room was nice, but it was no penthouse and I couldn't help but be a tad disappointed by that. My husband was a gentleman and kissed me for quite a while before I excused myself to go change. The outfit was basically a half bra, garters and panties. It would be very clear when I stepped out that I was completely bare down there. I mustered up the nerve to go through with this and said, "I have a surprise for you" in my most seductive voice. When I came out, I could tell he enjoyed the entire ensemble, but it didn't take long for his eyes to be drawn to my bare crotch. I hadn't had him lust after my like this in quite a long time, and I will admit that I was feeling quite confident in myself with my recent weight loss. When I quietly asked, "Do you like?" he responded with a nod of a horny high school boy. It wasn't long before he had me down on the bed and was completely enjoying the process of eating my bare pussy. I had to admit that I enjoyed him servicing me like this, and at the same time got these cuckhold fantasies about having him clean up my pussy for my lover, Mark. Thinking of talking to him like that while he ate me out took me over the edge and I had the best orgasm with my husband that I had had in years.

Like a gentleman, he wiped off his mouth before climbing on top to kiss me and as he entered me I stared in his eyes. I don't know if he could see the cheater I was, but I couldn't look in his eyes that long and I pulled him to my breasts as he fucked me. I suggested that I turn over and as his cock grazed my asshole en route to my pussy, I shuddered a little thinking about what I had done with Mark a few days before. I felt bad that I had never let my husband fuck my ass, but he didn't indicate a need and he went to town banging me from behind. I was able to play with his clit while he did this and enjoyed another great orgasm with him as he commented on how great my bald pussy felt.

We made love again in the shower the next day and headed home from there. It felt good to know that my husband still loved me and lusted after me, but as we rode home I fantasized about what Monday was going to be like with Mark. I even set up the night by telling my husband that I had a late meeting after work again. He was so trusting, he didn't even question it. He just asked about the girls activities for the week. 

Once I got home there was a letter in the mail box with the return address of the investment firm. Inside was a piece of paper with and address and a small note that said, "wear something sexy." I assumed this meant that I didn't have to be a Catholic School girl and was relieved by that.

On Sunday we went to church and as we sat in the pew with our 3 girls, I wondered if the members of the church could tell how bad I had been. I wondered how many of the women there with their husbands had a piece on the side like I did. I wondered how many were fantasizing about their affairs like I was.

All day Monday I was looking forward to seeing this man's house and bedroom. I will admit that I didn't have time to shop for something new, so I used the same outfit I wore with my husband on Friday and had it on under my skirt and blouse on Monday. It was exciting feeling my nipples as they brushed against my blouse and I secretly wondered how many guys were fantasizing about my breasts. When the time came I lingered around so that I could freshen up and change.

I left my job and headed to his home. I had punched it in my GPS and I made a mental note to delete it so that I wouldn't leave a trail. I knew from the address that it was in a nice neighborhood and there was no doubt about that. In fact, it was almost a nicer neighborhood within a nice neighborhood. Easily a 5,000 square foot house and it had a private drive and parking area. I was greeted at the door by Mark wearing another $2,000 suit. This was the first time that I could actually be myself with him (outside of the first night) and not have to be in character. While I enjoyed the role-play, I really wanted to get to know this man. I had no idea where this was going and while I didn't want to be divorced, I definitely wanted this man in my life. He kissed me hello at the door and complimented me on my outfit (the lingerie was underneath). 

He had a drink waiting for me and proceeded to ask me how my day went and listened to me better than my husband had in years. He sat in one chair with his legs crossed, absorbing it all in and I sat in another a few feet away. With two drinks in me and my stress of the day released, I was finally ready to let loose and have some fun. I came over to him in my short skirt and straddled his lap as I lifted up the shirt to show him the stockings and garters. I also undid my blouse to reveal the half-bra I was wearing. I was already wet as he pulled my breasts into his mouth. I started to grind his cock through his suit pants and he immediately had me stop. He then took me by the hand and took me up to what I believe was his bedroom. It was easily the biggest room in the house with a private bath, large bath tub that you only see in fancy resorts, shower stall, you name it. When we got into the room he guided me to the bed and had me remove my blouse and skirt. 

He then directed me to lie in the center of the bed and without being shy or coy said, "I want you to masturbate for me." I really wasn't expecting this request and it was a first for me other than just getting wet. While I had engaged in mutual masturbation with my husband, it was while he was working overseas and was by phone. I had never actually masturbated for him and certainly not where he could see me. While it was a shock to be asked to do this, it was also very liberating to know that he wanted to watch me. He even had some toys (still in their original packaging) for me to use. I chose the Rabbit, because it was like the one I had at home and allowed me to penetrate my vagina while also stimulating my clit. He laid down on the bed next to me and with him watching, I started to stimulate my vagina with my fingers and a little saliva. Once I was good and wet I went for the toy and started to play with myself. I usually close my eyes when I masturbate, but because he was there watching me in a sunlit room, I knew I had to look at him as well. I was also looking at him for a queue as to how far to go. 

As I started to get into it he started to talk to me. At first it was comments about how beautiful I looked. Then questions about how it felt to be on display for me and if I enjoyed acting like a slut for him. I was really getting off on the dirty talk. As I got close he asked me if I enjoyed sex with him more than with my husband. I couldn't lie and at the same time, I didn't want to think about my husband when I was this close. "Yes," I breathed.

"Show me," he replied. Show me what a slut you want to be for me. With this I closed my eyes and went over the edge, clearly have the best orgasm masturbating than I had masturbating since I was a young teen. When I opened my eyes, I looked up at him a little embarrassed, but he had a pleasant smile on his face. He slid up a little on the bed and I proceeded to unzip his fly and give him some head. Meanwhile, he took the vibrator (which was turned off) and played with my vagina and clit. As he did he said to me, "look me in the eyes, and keep sucking while I talk to you" and I looked at him while I sucked his cock.

"So, it was your husband's birthday this weekend, right?"

"Yes," I sort of grunted while his cock was filling my mouth. Why was he asking about my husband?

After a few more strokes and deep throats he asked, "Did you have sex with him."

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, "Yes," kind of sheepishly.

His voice became a little more stern and he said, "I told you to keep sucking," and I resumed my activities. He then followed up with that same stern voice and asked, "More than once?"

"Yes," I grunted back without looking at him.

"Do you think I am the kind of man who takes sloppy seconds?" His voice was even sterner now.

"No," I replied with my full mouth, clearly ashamed that I had slept with my husband. 

"No," he softly replied. "I do not. Therefore, I am going to fuck you in the one hole that your husband doesn't get - and never will get. Is that understood?"

"Yes," I replied with trepidation. I continued to suck on him some more, in hopes that maybe I could get him to cum this way, but it was clear that he was holding back and wanted to punish me for what I had done. 

As I continued giving him head, his instructions became very clear. "For the next three weeks I will be only fucking your ass until I am sure his cum is cleaned out. You will come over when I tell you, dress how I tell you and fuck how I tell you. You will no longer have sex with your husband. A blowjob is fine, because you can swallow that stuff, but nothing else. Now, roll over on your stomach and tell me whose ass slut you are."

I was nervous, scared and intimidated. While the anal sex felt ok last time, I was fearful that this might hurt more. I was also afraid that I would lose this man. I had to show him I would do what he wanted. So, I totally slutted it out and begged for his cock. I said things like, "Please fuck me where no other man has fucked me. Make me your ass slut. Punish me for what I did."

He was not as gentle this time around, but I was ready for it. I knew he was upset and he wanted to take it out on me. As he started to build he said, "You are MY bitch now, Stephanie, do you understand that. I could tell you were going to be a little ass slut the night I met you." "Show me you want my cock in your ass. Push that ass back into me."

Once again he gave a hard thrust and unloaded his wad into me. When he pulled out, I was gingerly sore, and I got up and hobbled to the bathroom. For the second time in a week I had let a guy fuck my ass, and it wasn't my husband.

He didn't say much to me as I left and was kind of dismissive of me. But he made it clear again that he would be contacting me and I was expected to be there when he requested. 

That night my husband was a little horny. Though he may have smelled the sex on me, I also think that since we had sex two times over the previous couple of days he thought I was into it again. He was rubbing my shoulders and kissing my neck very passionately. I have to admit that the extracurricular activities made me desire sex more than before - even with my husband - but I also knew that I wanted to have Mark in me more than ever. So, rather than give in or reject my husband, I became the aggressor. I turned around, kissed him on the lips and said, "I think you deserve something special, tonight." I slid my hands down his pants and undid his belt and zipper. I don't think I had been that aggressive about giving him a blowjob in many years, no matter what my motivation. It didn't bother him at all, in fact, I think he liked me being aggressive with him. It didn't hurt that I had developed my blowjob technique with Mark nor did it hurt that my jaw muscles had gotten used to giving head. As the rhythm started to build I stroked him and looked up at him and said, "I can't wait to swallow your load." I couldn't believe how dirty I talked to him, but I was rewarded by the enthusiasm of it and he shot as big a load into my throat. I almost gagged from the sure volume, but I know he was quite happy. Heck, he was so happy he did a lot of things for me around the house. He even offered to reciprocate but I turned that down given how sore my ass still was.

A few days later another package arrived from Mark at work. Another corset with thigh highs and garters, but missing the panties. The note only said, "Put this on under the business suit you are wearing and meet me in room 117 at the Blue Sky Motel. A cab will be waiting for you at noon. You will be back by the end of your lunch break."

Where the first hotel he took me to was a 5 star immaculate hotel, I knew the Blue Sky Motel. It was a dump that had frequent prostitution arrests. As I looked at the outfit, I realized that outfit was more what a hooker would wear than fine lingerie. Wanting him badly and wanting to show how much I wanted him, I made sure I was downstairs right at noon. It was a 10 minute drive to the hotel and the cab driver gave me some seedy looks about where we were going. If I didn't know any better, he thought I was a hooker. He even said that he would wait for me until I was done as "Most of the girls feel safer that way."

I arrived at the motel and let myself in with the key. The cab parked right out front and I could tell that there was a hooker outside smoking 2 doors down. She gave me a nasty look, but didn't say anything. When I let myself in the place looked even seedier on the inside. Mirror on the ceiling, old porn going on the TV mounted to the wall with a chain, and old curtains and carpeting. I didn't want to think about how many working girls had used the place and really was disgusted by the bedspread. I would hate to see that under black light. On the bedspread, however, were five 20-dollar bills. Mark came out of the bathroom wearing a towel after I shut the door, and immediately acted like I was an escort sent to the room. "Hmm," he said. "You look a little older than the pictures on the website, but I guess you will do. Your service said you do bare back, is that right?"

Playing along I said, "Yes, but it costs more." 

"More than $100," he responded. "Maybe I'll just take my money and call someone younger then."

"No," I stopped him quickly. "I'll do it for $100, my mistake." I said this in a voice that indicated I was worried about losing the trick. 

"Good," he answered back. "Now that we have that out of the way, why don't you get over here and suck my dick. They said you were a pretty good cock sucker." I walked over to him and tried to kiss him, but he stopped me and said, "With all the cocks that mouth has been around, there is no way I am going to kiss you. Now, get down on your knees."

I have to admit that I was a little annoyed at the way he was talking and I was also creeped out by putting my knees on the floor. But, I obliged and started to suck his cock to full attention. As I got my rhythm going a bit he started to treat me more like a hooker. He would say things like, "Ah, you are a good cocksucker" and "come on, take it all the way in." He would grab the back of my head and as he pushed his cock further into my throat he grabbed the back of my head. I was close to choking and I had tears in my eyes, but I didn't say a thing. 

Just when I thought I was going to get away with just a blow job he pulled me off of his cock and said, "Looks like it is going to take a little more for you to get me to cum in your mouth. Go get on your knees on the end of the bed. I obliged and went to the bed with my shoes still on and got up on my knees. He had full view of my wet pussy and he came over and started to slide the tip of his cock on my pussy. It was feeling really good and I was hoping he would slide it in, but he said, "I'm not sticking it in there." He took one of his fingers and dipped it in my pussy and took the slick finger and slit it in my ass. Even with the lubrication it hurt, but I didn't let on. As he moved his finger in and out my ass started to loosen up a bit and I could tell that he was moistening his cock with his spit. Without any warning he pulled his finger out and started to shove his cock in my ass. I resisted a little but then he grabbed me by the hips and said, "Take it you fucking slut" and he buried his cock into my ass once again. This time it hurt quite a bit and I grabbed at the cum-stained bed spread with my hands and even considered biting the thing just to keep from screaming. 

I finally started to get used to the rough pounding and was able to look back at him and said, "you gonna fill my ass with your cum big guy?"

His thrusting continued, but he looked at me and said, "No, I have other plans."

This had me confused. I didn't think he was going to stick it in my pussy and I also didn't think he was going to jack off on me - it just wasn't his thing. Then it hit me - a second before he said to me, "Now get down here and suck me until I cum" as he slid his cock out of my ass. He grabbed me by the hair and I didn't have a chance to stop him from sticking his cock straight from my ass to my mouth. It tasted a little off, but I don't think there was anything on it. He blew his load in just a few strokes, but continued to hold my hair until his cock went flaccid and I swallowed it all down. 

When he finally let go, he walked to the bathroom and said, "The cab will take you now. Get dressed and get out."

I left the room and the cab driver was waiting. I didn't say a thing to him and tried to fix my makeup while we were driving. When we arrived back at work the driver said, "Including wait time, that will be $173.50." 

"What the fuck," I thought. Mark gave me $100 for the ass fucking and this guy wants nearly twice that for the ride. 

"I looked at him and said, "I only have $100 in cash" - pointing to the sign on the window that said, "Cash only."

He responded kind of crassly with, "Well, normally I would take it out in trade, but your ass looks like you were pretty beat up. Don't do it again!" and he took the $100 from me.

I got back to my floor and did my best to walk without anyone knowing. My fear was that they would all be able to tell that I had been ass-fucked less than an hour before. I was so late I didn't even have time to change. I was only able to slip on underwear under my work cloths.




I am not Sure How this Started



That night I realized while I was starting to change for bed that my husband would see the outfit I was wearing underneath. How was I going to explain it? I did the best thing I could think of and played the hooker routine with him. He had always wanted me to role play like that with him, but I was a little bit uncomfortable with how degrading Mark made me feel. With my husband, it wasn't so degrading and he was perfectly happy getting a surprise blow job. The best part was that since I was playing a hooker, I didn't have to make an excuse for not allowing him to reciprocate.

The next two weeks went by and I did not hear a single word from Mark. I was worried that he was upset with me but at the same time glad that my ass had a break. I didn't mind the anal sex (when it wasn't too rough) but I really needed a cock in my cunt and I had to turn down my husband. We did have some fun, though, as we did 69 for the first time in years and he even ate me out without asking for a return favor. 

When it had been 3 weeks since I had heard from Mark I got a bit worried. My fears did not last long though, as I got a note from him at the office again. This was more polite and kind. It talked about my pussy being almost virginal again and how he wanted to celebrate it with me. I even suspected him of following me as there was a compliment from him about how good I was looking (and slim) and how happy he was that I was working out so much. Then he made the date. He told me that he wanted me to come to his house the following Saturday and to change into my wedding dress upon arrival. He said he wanted to have me like his husband had me on our wedding night.

I struggled for the next week with many thoughts. One was the guilt of fucking this guy in my wedding dress. One was the fact that I was finally going to have a cock in my vagina again. One was how the hell was I going to get away from my husband for the weekend.

Then something magical happened. My husband mysteriously won tickets to a local amusement park. It was perfect for taking our kids and all I had to do was convince him that I had a meeting at work and I could have my "wedding night" with Mark.

When Saturday morning rolled around, the doorbell rang about an hour after my husband left with the kids. It was Ben and he had a suitcase, a garment bag and a letter.

He told me he would be back to pick me up at 2:30 and that I should have my makeup done but to be dressed in sweatpants to change at the location. I was to put the dress in the bag and pack for the next morning as well. I didn't think to ask him about where we were going and I also didn't think to ask him about being discrete. All I could think about was the fact that I was going to have Mark's cock in my aching pussy again and how much I needed it. The package had some white lingerie but underneath had some sluttier stuff. Attached to each was a note. To the white lingerie it said, "for later Saturday night" and to the black and red corset was a note that read, "for Sunday morning."

When Ben arrived he was in full tux and nobody in the neighborhood appeared to be home. He escorted me to the car and took my luggage and dress. When I got in there was champagne on ice in the car. I poured myself a drink and started to relax, not even thinking about where we were going. Soon, I realized, we were miles out of town and headed to a large mountain in the area. Having been to a wedding chapel that overlooked the valley, I had the hunch that Mark was doing this up right. There was a very nice Cabin near the chapel with hot tub and everything. I surmised that we would be staying there.

When we arrived, Ben directed me to a changing room and then told me to get ready by 5:00. Soon I heard a knock and it was from a voice I did not know. It was a gentleman who said, "Ma'am, are you ready?"

I came out looking as good in my wedding dress as I had on the day I was married. I was very surprised to see this man dressed in a tux and he lead me up to the front of the chapel. Nobody else was there, except Mark, who was also in a tux. 

The gentleman who escorted me went to the front as if he were a minister and then pulled out a tablet and proceeded to recite as if we were getting married. What I quickly realized was that they were not wedding vows, but sexual vows. He read to me:

"Do you promise to submit to Mark's sexual wishes and fantasies? Do you promise to obey his sexual commands and fulfill his desires? If so, answer I do."

"I do." I said quietly.

Then, you may kiss Mark to lock the seal of your agreement and I will be on my way. I gave Mark the first kiss I had laid on him in several weeks. The feeling was much different than the seedy motel room. He picked me up and carried me like a bride to the cabin and laid me down on the bed. He did not say much and it felt like my wedding night all over again. I got down on his knees and remembered how he told me the first night that he had this fantasy. I was still in my dress when he laid me on the bed and spread my legs. My pussy was aching for him and he slid in and out of it with ease. It was some of the most passionate sex I had had in a while and the first time I had a penis in me in a month. As I started to cum, he did as well and our thrusts met in unison. 

I laid there on his chest for quite a while and we had a little pillow talk. He reminded me of a fantasy he had of having a blowjob to completion by a beautiful woman in a wedding dress. He also indicated that he was out of town for a few weeks and that was why there was no contact and why he was so horny. It wasn't long before I realized that he had the refractory period of teenager and I knew exactly what to do. I put the veil back on and got down on my knees in front of him. I made love to his cock like it was the last meal I was ever going to eat. Knowing how much he liked dirty talk, I laid it on thick about how I was getting a virginal pussy and mouth that day. When I finally said that I had never swallowed cum in a wedding dress, he started to unload, and unload he did. It was more than I could handle and he proceeded to cover some of my face with his cum. 

He giggled and said, "THAT is how I imagined a blowjob from a bride would be."

Rather than making dinner, he had it brought in and we relaxed and enjoyed a fire in the fireplace. I asked about the hot tub as it was getting late, but then he reminded me of the other outfit. It was a white teddy - almost as virginal as a wedding dress. I had white thigh highs to boot. He made love to me again and it was wonderful getting to cum like that with his cock in my soaked pussy. Mark, however, wasn't getting over the edge and I realized that he wanted to deflower me even more that day. I turned over without prompting and said, "It is time I let you have everything you want" and spread my ass cheeks for him. He slid his cock in and out of my wet pussy for lubrication and finally started to slide the tip into my ass. It had been several weeks for that as well, and even though I wasn't sore, I was tight.

"Oh I love fucking this virgin ass of yours," he said and I tried to reciprocate with some dirty talk.

"Show me you love fucking all my holes! Show me you're the only guy who gets my ass." Between the tightness of my hole and my dirty talk, Mark didn't last long and he buried it in me with several deep thrusts. Fortunately, I was so horny that day that it didn't hurt at all. We fell asleep around 11:30 pm and I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping outside the room.

The next morning I made him breakfast in bed, wanting this romantic weekend to go on. I was enjoying the time with Mark. We went on a walk in the woods and ate some raspberries. He held my hand the whole time and it was like we were actually on our honeymoon. I knew we had the day together and I also knew he wanted to have sex again. 

I suggested that I shower and he looked at his Rolex and said, "Before you do, we need to talk."

"Ok," I said, taking a seat in the cottage. 

"When you said the vows, did you mean it?"

While I knew they weren't wedding vows, I was still puzzled by the question. Hadn't I proved it to him already that I was willing to submit to his sexual desires and fantasies? "Of course," I said, "I thought I had been doing that all along?"

"In that case," he responded, "go get showered and put on that outfit. "When you are done we are going to start sharing."

I was a little apprehensive, but didn't put much thought into it. I had always done what he asked, and he didn't really ask. Here we were, out in the middle of nowhere. What else could we do? Sex outside? Sex in public? I think I might draw the line at that just because I was married. I could even get into some mild S&M or bondage if he wanted. In fact, at first that is what I thought he wanted.

As I came out of the bathroom he gave me a black and red blindfold and lead me to the bedroom. He had me lay down on my bed and he proceeded to kiss me. I have to admit, not being able to see him was rather erotic. For a while I gave him head as I could tell he was throbbing, but for the most part he kissed me and felt my breasts. I was in a sluttier outfit than usual, but having the blindfold made me feel more comfortable and less inhibited. He started to slid a hand down my front, to my legs and to my pussy. It was soaking wet. The feeling of his hands while he was kissing me was amazing. 

I'm not sure when it happened, but at some point I realized that his weren't the only hands touching me. Smaller hands, softer hands, were touching me as well. When my mouth stopped kissing and gave and expression of shock, he gently asked, "Are you ok with this?" 

I leaned in and kissed him with my confirmation and felt the soft skin of a lady slide her fingers into my box. They weren't forceful, but gentle. I continued to kiss Mark as passionately as ever as she herself began to kiss my legs and body - all the while sliding her finger into me. When she worked her way up to my mouth, Mark removed the blindfold and a spectacularly looking younger red head moved into kiss my lips. They were soft, unchapped, gentile. For the first time I was kissing a woman. The kisses were passionate but intense and her fingers just slid in me easily and stroked me in a way only a woman could know. When Mark resumed kissing me she worked her way down my body again and laid down between my legs. As her finger slid into my bald pussy, her tongue gently licked me. 

I was in ecstasy. The gentleness, the kindness and the taboo of the whole situation. When I came it wasn't a loud thrusting orgasm, but a fulfilling one like when I masturbate. I had a childish smile on my face and the young woman smiled at me. I knew what needed to be done. I had never done it before, but her red hair and green eyes were full of passion and we kissed as she rolled on her back. I worked my way down to her breasts and enjoyed the smaller but firmer breasts that she had - all the while as she ground her pelvis into my leg, yearning for more. I worked down to her vagina and got between her legs. Her pussy was wet, but clean and I hesitantly lowered my mouth to it. She shuddered a little as I gently ran my tongue into her box. I slid it all the way to the tip of her clit and looked into her eyes when I reached the end. There was love in her eyes and I was desperate to show how much this meant to me. I saw Mark go into kiss her as I started to do the things to her clit that I always liked done to me.

Her orgasm was not quiet but very vocal and as I felt her pussy tighten in convulsions around my finger she shouted, "Don't stop, keep going, PLEASE keep going." I will admit that my jaw was a bit tired, but nothing like that of a long blowjob. It was also rewarding knowing that I was pleasing her with wave after wave of orgasm. It was then that I received my reward for my work as Mark had grabbed my hips and guided his penis into my still soaked vagina. I realized then that while Mark was surely enjoying the show, he had been primarily ignored up until that point. I raised my head up in orgasm as well and this young lady was quick to spring up from the bed and kiss Mark while he was fucking me. Got it felt so good to have his dick in my swollen pussy. 

But Mark wanted more than just my pussy. The red head got on her knees and took his cock from my mouth and started to suck him. I joined in the activity and felt like a pornstar as we were alternately sucking his wet cock. She laid on the bed and for the first time since I was down on her she said something, "Let me show you how tight my pussy is." I was jealous, but Mark kissed me as he spread her legs and slid his cock in her pussy. I have to admit, I was also feeling a little bit neglected and Mark could tell. He looked at me with his horny smile and said, "Show young Brenda here why you are my favorite."

I knew what he wanted and as raunchy as it seemed, I was going to do it. I took the cock out of her pussy and licked it clean. I then announced, "Come and stick it in your favorite hole." I leaned on the bed and and he slid his cock in me in one quick and powerful stroke. It was more than I could take, but there was no way I was going to let this girl outdo me. He was riding hard and at one point I heard here say, "You are right, Mark, she is a nasty slut. How do you find these little bitches."

I thought he was going to get off on the name calling, but it was quite the opposite. He actually looked at her and said, "You only wish you could be as classy and ladylike as Stephanie here. She gets all of me. I would love to take her to the theatre or wherever - you, I just fuck." All the while his thrusts were intensifying, but I didn't care, he wanted me and he wanted to show this girl how bad he wanted me. He finished with, "Now come over here you little bitch and take it all."

Brenda obeyed and kneeled down next to me. He took his cock from my ass and stuck it right in her mouth. He must have been real close because the second he did I could hear and see her choke on the load of cum he shot in her mouth. She swallowed it all, though, and to her credit, didn't seem hurt by what he said. She was actually loving towards me and laid down on my chest when we finished. When she got up she thanked me and asked if I enjoyed myself. I said, "yes, very much."

Brenda responded with, "then Mark has got himself the right woman for him. I hope you invite me back." With that, she kissed, got up and left the room. A few moments later the door to the outside closed and I heard a car pull away. 

I was still in awe of the whole situation, the whole weekend. Was this what it escalated to? What more did he want from me. We hung out and had lunch and chatted a bit. I knew it was getting to the point where I had to get home, but he stopped me before I dressed. He said, "I have had a great weekend, I am spent and fulfilled. But I don't want Brenda's mouth to be the last place I cum before I see you again." 

I left the room and grabbed something that I had brought with me - a half bra and a short skirt. My nipples were sticking out, but so was his cock when he saw me. I said, "Now we can't have that now can we." It wasn't the best blow job I had ever given and since he was pretty spent from the weekend it took a while, but I coaxed one more big load out of my man before the time was over. He greeted me with a smile and said that Ben would take me home from there. In a matter of minutes he was out the door and I was left with my thoughts from a long weekend.

I took my time packing up and Ben waited patiently outside. I felt alive and rejuvenated, but I felt guilty. Mark had pushed my boundaries again and here I was acting like a prude to the loving father of my kids. I enjoyed Mark so much and didn't want to let that go, but every day I felt like I was risking the love of my life. As I sat quietly on the limo ride home in my thoughts, I vowed that I would have sex with my husband that night if he wanted. I was clean - but tired and actually a little horny. 

When my husband came home with the kids that night they all looked tired. We bathed them and got them to bed. He showered, but before he got in he asked me about sex. Don't ask me. Tell me what you want. Be a man. I tried to reward him, let him know I appreciated him. I put on an outfit that I had not worn in a long time. I was glad to see it fit and my husband was more than glad to see me in it. I got down on my knees and deep throated him more than I ever had. I would have gladly let him cum in my mouth and I felt like such a slut thinking that I was going to swallow two guys loads in a matter of hours. But then I surprised myself and told him to fuck me. Inside I was thinking about how I was giving him sloppy seconds, but outside I was telling him that I wanted him to take me and shoot a big load in me. My orgasm was loud and intense the way Brenda's was earlier that day and the look of satisfaction on my husband's face was not just from his own orgasm, but from knowing that he gave me a good one. 

The next few days I was an emotional wreck at work. I had a great weekend with Mark - the way I used to with my husband before we had the kids. At the same time, here was this great father I was screwing around on. Not only that, I was doing thing with Mark that I would never think of doing with my husband. It was a week later that I got another note from Mark. I had made love with my husband a few times and wasn't sure if I was going to tell Mark about it. I was confused by the note because he said, "It is your turn," and there was another slutty outfit in it. I had no idea what he meant, but I was getting that stirring feeling in my crotch again. My turn? Did this mean I was going to get what I wanted? What did I want?

Ben picked me up after work on the appointed night. My husband hadn't inquired about sex for a few days and I was rather relieved. Maybe Mark would not know and quite honestly, the prospect was making me horny. This outfit was about as slutty as I had worn and the overcoat I had barely covered the top of the thigh highs. Walking through my office lobby dressed like that was turning me on. Ben escorted me to the door and I let myself in. A note was by the door with a blindfold again. It told me to "put it on in the bedroom and prepare to put on a show." 

Outside the bedroom door I put it on and made myself to the bed. I spread my legs in case Mark was watching. I called out to him but heard nothing but the clinking of ice in a glass. Was he intending to watch me? I put my hand out on the bed and felt the toy. He wanted me to masturbate for him. OK, I can play along. He said it was my turn, so maybe he would reward me. I started to play with my clit and exposed nipples. I tried to see through corners of the blindfold, but it was larger and covered my eyes better. Eventually I let go and started to give into the show I was putting on. I imagined myself masturbating in front of several guys and as I started to build I heard Mark's voice from the corner. "Tell me what you are thinking about."

"I want to know if I am doing this for you or for someone else," I inquired.

"Well, what if I told you there was someone else in the room and wanted to see what a slut you could be?" He followed with, "Would you do it? Would you show us?"

I was caught between slight embarrassment of someone I knew seeing me and wanting to totally let loose. "Is it someone I know?"

"Yes," Mark quickly responded. "Someone who wants to see you as a total slut. Whose slut are you?"

"Your slut," I responded between deep breaths and thrusts.

"What makes you my slut?"

"I let you fuck me anyway you want," I breathed passionately. "I do anything you want."

With that I heard Mark walk over and sit next to me. He said, "Cum for me and you will get your reward. You are going to be the ultimate slut tonight." I used both hands on the Rabbit, trying to drive it into my pussy while directing it on my clit.




I am not Sure How this Started



"I am such a dirty slut for you. I'm a fucking ass whore and everything. God it is so good to get fucked all the time." I came - loud. I could almost hear Mark smile. 

"Good, Good!" he said, in a voice eerily familiar to a movie character I could not quite make out. I went to remove my blindfold, but he stopped me. "No, you have more slutty things to do." First, you need to get up on your knees and blow me. Stick your ass up and show off what a good cocksucker you are."

I wasn't really sure there was someone else there. Was he just getting me to put on a show for his own satisfaction? I tried to ham it up. My blowjob was more porn style than normal. I licked his balls, I deep throated. All with my ass in the air.

Then I felt it. I felt hands on my hips. Not girl hands, but those that belonged to a man. Callused and firm. Soon after that I felt a tongue in my pussy. It was soaked and this man could tell. I had no idea who it was. Was it Ben? Was I going to have a black cock in me? How far was Mark going to take this. As I continued to suck with this guy licking my cunt, I was really needing something inside of me. Mark then said, "My friend here wants to fuck you. He has no rubber but you are going to let him do it."

I didn't stop blowing him. I just kept at it as this dick entered me. God it felt good. He pushed hard, but I was so lubricated from the masturbating that I didn't care. He was going to town on my pussy. 

"Tell him," Mark ordered. "Tell him how much you like getting fucked by other guys. Tell him you will be the ultimate slut for him."

I pulled my mouth off of Mark's cock and said, "I want to be a super slut. Fuck me. Cum in me. Use me like Mark does." I was not sure whose enjoyment I was doing this for. All I knew was that having two guys fuck me felt like the ultimate fantasy. Sure, I had fantasized about it, but I never dreamed it would happen nor did I ever dream I would act so slutty. In moments I was bucking my hips and had an incredible orgasm.

Mark then said, "My friend here wants you to do something for him. See, he has never fucked a woman in the ass before. I want you to let him fuck your ass."

"Fuck my ass!" I yelled out. "Make me your ass slut. Use me like the slut I am." 

With that, the strange man slid out of my pussy and placed the tip of his cock at my sphincter. He really was new to this. I reached back and grabbed his cock and directed it to my butthole. I pulled him in and tried to keep sucking while he slowly pushed his cock all the way in. 

As he built up the rhythm I said, "That's it, fuck my ass. Use me like the whore I am." It was hard, but I managed to get into rhythm on Marks cock as I did this. Normally he gives me warning, but not this time. This time he grabbed the back of my head and buried his cock in my throat as he came.

"That's it you slut." Show him how much you like to swallow cum.

When he let go and I pulled off I said, "I do, I am a total cum slut." All the while, I could tell the man on me was enjoying himself - enjoying every minute of his first ass fuck. 

Mark then asked, "Would you like to see who you are fucking? Do you want to see the guy fucking your ass?" 

"Hell yes!" I said.

"Then you have to make me a promise. From now on you are not just my bitch, but his as well. You will do everything my friend wants. Will you do that?"

"Yes, I will be his slut." God I was loving this. Two men were getting off on me. I never felt so free and liberated. I started to finger my clit as he drove himself into me. With one hand supported on Mark's let, one hand on my clit and a dig in my ass. I said, "I want to cum while he fucks my ass." I want to see him cum in my ass. I love being his first ass fuck."

I was ready, I was cumming, he was cumming. Mark ripped off my mask as I looked back and the man spoke for the first time and buried his cock deep in my ass. I was having trouble adjusting to the fresh light, but the voice told me. My husband just shot a big load into my ass. I didn't care. His cock was in me and I was cumming too. "Oh Mike, I will be your ass slut, too. OHHHHH!!"

We don't talk about that night. We never did. It is several months later now and it has never come up. I also don't see Mark anymore. The point was driven home to me that night. I had a good man, a good lover and I had denied him for years. 

Since that night we have sex whenever he wants. He got off on assfucking me for a while, but now it only happens a couple of times a month. I've even surprised him a few times and Brenda has come over on more than one occasion. I was screwing around on him for months, the least I can do is give him some fantasies.