29 comments/ 90048 views/ 13 favorites At Odds with Herself By: Bodytraveler I was on my way out of a local warehouse store, one of the big discount chains where everything is on shelves that are stacked twenty five feet high, and the floors are smooth but stained concrete. I had a few very large boxes on the cart, one of the flat ones with a handle to push and six wheels, and was struggling to control it as I headed towards my SUV. I became a little frustrated with the store. No one had even offered to help me get them in my SUV or even asked if I needed help just getting them there. Now, I'm not a weak woman, but I couldn't handle the several hundred pounds that these boxes weighed and it seemed that the cart had a sticky wheel that made it all the more difficult. It was a customer, not even an employee that helped me load the cart in the store. I hadn't even thought about how I was going to get these things in the car or out of them when I got home. I opened the rear hatch of my Sequoia and folded the seats down. I struggled but managed to get one end of the first box up on the tailgate before I had to stop and rest a moment. I took a sip from my bottle of water and caught my breath. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face. The heat, in the mid nineties, was making my task all that much more difficult, and the noon time sun was right overhead. In the tiny bit of shade that my raised tailgate afforded me, I sat and tried to think of someone to call to help but came up empty, having just moved here from Spain less than a month ago, I knew nobody at all. My husband was at work, and the only people I had met were a couple neighbors the youngest of which were well into their seventies. I got up and started trying to lift the side of the box from the cart and push it in the back of my SUV, but I just couldn't muster the strength. I tried using my back to push against it but was unable to lift it even the slightest bit. My muscles burned and ached. I had just about had enough and was mere seconds away from bringing the patio set and canopy back to the store for a refund, when a deep voice startled me, making me let out a slight scream. "Could I give you a hand with that?" "Oh, yes please," I said, as I looked at the man who offered to help me. He was standing next to the bed of a pick-up truck with a large bag of dog food over each arm. He set them in the truck, one at a time, and although he wasn't huge, in fact he was on the thin side, I could see the muscles in his arms tighten and define as he lowered each bag into the bed. He was tall and handsome, the patchy stubble on his face told me he was a little on the young side and his short and clean cut hair made me think he may have been in the military. "Thank you so much for helping me!" I exclaimed, "I was about to bring this stuff back in and return it!" He laughed, "Yeah, the customer service at these places tends to be very lacking." We made small talk for a minute or so as he loaded the boxes in my SUV, we both introduced ourselves and Jim, which was his name, handed me a business card. His truck had the same information on the side of it, but his card revealed that he was the owner of 'Buzz Lawns', a landscaping company. He told me he would give me a great deal on cutting my lawn and taking care of the leaves in the fall, he also told me they plowed and shoveled during the winter. "Thanks, we actually need to get someone lined up for our yard," I explained, "we just moved back to the States about a month ago, and although we are mostly settled in, there still was a lot to take care of including the overgrown grass!" I chuckled. "Well, how about if I follow you home, and I'll take a look at your yard to give you an estimate, and I'll help you unload these boxes?" he asked politely. I took him up on his offer and within fifteen minutes we were in my driveway. We walked the yard together, he was pacing things out, to get a rough idea of size and looking at the variety of plants and flowers that were growing nicely but were surrounded by a myriad of weeds. We finished the tour of the grounds and headed back to the truck. He sat and wrote down a few things and gave me a price to maintain the grass and keep the flowers and shrubs looking good and weed free. I told him all it was going to take was the seal of approval from my husband, Ed, but it seemed very cheap to me so I didn't see Ed having a problem with it at all. "Where would you like the patio set and canopy?" he asked. "Well it needs to go out to the pool, but you can just put it in the garage, my husband will eventually get it out to the patio and put it together." I sighed, resigning to not having any shade outside around the pool for probably a month or more, knowing my husband. "I'll bring it around back for you. It's no trouble, really." He said with a smile. For a quick second I caught him staring at my chest, although they're not too big, my breasts are firm and perky enough that I rarely have any need for a bra, unless I'm trying to keep my nipples from showing. I don't know why, but my when I looked down after seeing Jim looking at my chest, I saw my nipples were obviously rock hard, my loose fitting sundress was almost hanging from them. I blushed a little, not because I was embarrassed about my very evident nipples, but because I felt aroused when Jim caught them with his eyes. I quickly ignored the feeling in my loins, the excitement from being caught feeling naughty, and walked Jim around the back showing him where to put the boxes. It took him a couple trips to bring them around back, and by the time he set the last one down I could see the sweat pouring down his face. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with a pair of work boots, and in this heat he had to be suffering. "Can I get you something to drink?" I asked. "Sure," he said, "A beer would be fantastic if you have one!" I slipped into the house and returned a moment later with an ice cold can of Bud. Jim took it from me and opened it and emptied it in one shot. "Feel free to take a dip in the pool!" I offered Jim. "Thanks for the offer but, I don't have any shorts with me and I really need to get going, I have a meeting in a couple hours and I need to get cleaned up and changed." Jim said, sounding like he was interested. I started to thank him for his help and told him how much I appreciated it, when his phone rang, interrupting me. He stood and listened saying only an occasional word or two, mostly agreeing with whoever was on the other end of the line. He hung up the phone, smiling, "Maybe I will take you up on that swim if you don't mind if I go in the nude!" he was laughing, "the meeting this afternoon was pushed out until tomorrow." He wiped the sweat from his brow, "Damn, the sun is really hot here, I can see why you bought some shade!" I went inside and got him another beer, glancing at the clock it was only about half past noon. When stepped back out on the patio, Jim was gone. I thought for a second he may have left with me even getting the chance to finish thanking him, but a moment later he rounded the corner of the house carrying a small tool box. "What do you say we get this stuff out of the boxes and setup?" he asked in such a way that I don't think he cared about my answer, even though I felt like I it was too much to ask of him. "If you get me a pair of your husband's shorts so I can take a swim, I'll help you set this up," he offered, "sound like a fair deal to you?" "It sounds more than fair! But feel free to swim in your underwear if you want." I answered excitedly, surprised that I was going to have some shade in no time at all. "I would swim in my underwear, except I don't wear any." He chuckled. "No problem, I'll get you a pair of my husbands' trunks when were through." We tore open the boxes and pulled the plastic bags from just about everything, Jim quickly took the folded paper instructions and looked them over, placing the pieces in order and making sure everything was there. We had the canopy staged in no time at all, and as soon as we started to put it together, Jim took his sweat covered shirt off, revealing his sleek, toned physique. He was not a huge muscle bound guy, but it looked like he had no fat on him at all, the skin was taught around his chest and his abs, the proverbial six pack, was a washboard leading from his Pecs to the waistband of his jeans. It was my turn to stare and his turn to catch me. "Anne?" he said, as his voice registered, "Earth to Anne!" he laughed and as my gaze shifted to up from his midsection he was looking at me, fully aware that I was staring at his body. It was so unlike me to be so captivated by anyone, but for a couple seconds there I was totally enchanted by his sexy upper half. Even though I was happily married and had a wonderful sex life, I couldn't help it and for the first time in my married life, I found myself daydreaming about a man other than my husband. "I'm sorry I went blank a second there. This heat is taking its toll on me!" I said quickly, trying to cover my apparent fascination with his body. He instructed me to hold this, or push that as we steadily assembled the canopy. Jim raised the heavy structure up and supported its weight while I balanced it, keeping it steady while he fitted each of the three remaining legs. A bare frame stood before us but Jim quickly tossed the canvas cover over the top of it and started to secure it around the edges. It was almost eight feet tall where the cover snapped around the frame and there was no way I was going to reach without a ladder. I sat on the hot ground, under the newly discovered shade as Jim worked his way around, securing the canvas to the frame. Jim was making his way across the third side when he really had to start stretching to grab the canvas which was tight fitting and made it difficult for him to reach. I offered him a ladder, but he said no as he kept on pulling at it and snap by snap getting that much closer to having it finished. He was at the last corner, with just one side remaining when he was right in front of me, a few feet away straining to reach the canvas that I saw the bulge in his pants. I could feel my mouth drop open in awe. Pressed against the inside of his right thigh I saw his enormous penis, it reached about half way down to his knee. I couldn't help but stare at it and marvel at the length and how thick it looked. Completely awestruck doesn't describe how I felt as I watched his enormous cock. I was so curious, I wondered what it looked like, how big it really was, if it would get bigger if he were erect, and I couldn't help but think about how it would feel in my hands, mouth, or pussy. I felt so naughty, even thinking about it made me feel ashamed, but I couldn't stop and the more I told myself it was wrong to even imagine what it felt like, the more I want to find out. I just kept telling myself over and over that I was married, and even though I had stopped masturbating nearly as often as I used to before I got married, I couldn't wait to get inside and take care of myself. Jim worked away at the cover for the canopy, totally unaware that just a single thin thread of self control kept me from almost begging him to show me the monster that was under his jeans. As he snapped the last button, I got up and excused myself, saying I would be back in a few minutes. I slowly let myself in the house but as soon as the door shut behind me I raced up to my bedroom and in a flash I was on my back, my panties on the floor and a vibrator on my clit. I closed my eyes tightly and images of Jims' jeans with his enormous cock flashed through my mind. Stopping only long enough to grab a dildo, I was back on the bed with my legs spread wide as I started to fuck my soaking wet pussy with the biggest fake cock I had while the vibrator still whirred away at my swollen button. I quickly forced the entire length of the dildo inside me, and held it still, my pussy squeezing it tightly and my legs clamped together making the pressure even more intense as my little aching clit throbbed. In a pounding rush of ecstasy my orgasm took over, crippling me for a minute as the waves of pleasure built then slowly subsided. Satiated, but a little wobbly on my feet, I stashed my toys and headed back outside to Jim. I had taken no more than ten minutes inside to sooth the desire coming from my loins, calming the yearning for Jim's gigantic cock that tempted every bit of me. I was shocked at myself as I sat down in the first of four patio chairs that Jim had assembled. My mind was torn but relieved at the same time. I was not one to succumb to fleeting pleasures of the flesh. I had made my husband wait for several months when were dating before I so much as touched his penis. I was never a one date wonder, even as a teenager and in college, I made the handful of man that I slept with wait long enough to make sure they were serious, and not just about getting me in bed. I sat still, recovering from the quick but powerful orgasm just minutes before and knew I had made the right decision in taking care of myself but I still felt guilty, having imagined Jim's cock the whole time. I watched Jim finish the chairs and start on the table, and no matter where I looked, my eyes managed to find their way to Jims' crotch. I got up and headed inside to get Jim another beer then returned to the patio. "Wow that was fast," I said, "It really went together in a hurry!" Jim just nodded as he tightened the legs of the table. He flipped it over and placed the glass panes in the slots on the top of it. "There we go," he said as he fitted the last piece of glass, "All done." I could see the sweat pouring off his body, dripping down his muscular back. "How about those shorts?" he asked, "I could really use a quick dip in the pool to cool off right about now!" "Follow me inside, I'll get you a pair and you can change in the bathroom." I said as I got up from my chair and headed inside. He waited in the kitchen while I hurried upstairs and handed him a pair of my husbands' shorts. I guided him to the bathroom and turned on the light for him. We both tried to go through the doorway at the same time, and were face to face just for a second. I heard him inhale sharply though his nose as we scooted past one another. He closed the door all the way, much to my dismay taking a chance for me to sneak a peek at his enormous cock, which I couldn't seem to get out of my head. Despite having taken care of myself, satisfying an urgent need, I was still totally enthralled with his penis. I started to walk upstairs when all of a sudden I started thinking about being so close to Jim, and the breath he took through his nose. I began to wonder if he could smell the scent from my pussy, if he could detect the aroma of my excitement. I grew nervous and felt as ashamed as ever thinking about how he may know what I ran inside for, he may have figured out at that very moment that I slipped away for ten minutes to masturbate. I headed back to the kitchen and was only there a moment when Jim walked in. He looked downright silly in my husbands' shorts. The waist was big enough that Jim had to fold it over itself and hold it in his hand to keep them from falling down. "Do you have any safety pins?" He asked, struggling to keep the shorts from slipping down to his hips with each step he took. I opened the drawer, just out of his view, and moved a few menus from local restaurants aside bring the clear top of the box into view. Just under my fingertips were probably over fifty safety pins. "Nope, sorry, I thought we had some, but there aren't any left." I shrugged and closed the door. Something had taken over me, and my lust was preventing my brain from acting. I wanted to see that huge cock of his, and in a flash I felt myself yearning for it, my loins aching to let it inside. My mind was a mess. I was completely discombobulated, doing and thinking things that were so out of character for me, but I couldn't stop, I was mesmerized by the mere thought of his manhood. "Oh well," Jim said, "No big deal." He headed outside and jumped right in the pool. He splashed around a bit playfully, constantly pulling the oversized pair of shorts up, trying to keep them from falling off. "So are you going to hop in or am I swimming alone?" He asked, climbing out of the pool and heading right towards me. With each step I could see his huge meat, even with the cool water that I was sure would cause it to shrink. As he reached the length of his stride, the wet bathing suit became nearly transparent as his skin clung to it, making just a little of his long cock easily visible. He stopped right in front of me, my head level with his crotch, as he reached for his beer. Unable to look away I continued to stare at his long tool as it appeared through the thin shorts he was wearing. I managed to break away from the hypnotizing effect his bulging junk was having on me and got to my feet. Jim dove back in the pool as I made my way to the ladder and started pulling my sun dress up over my head. I could hear Jim laughing as I worked the dress over my head. I looked right at him, "What is so funny?" I asked. "What's funny is that I was worried about not having a bathing suit with me and here you are, at your house, with plenty of bathing suits, and you're about to dive in buck naked!" Jim continued laughing. I felt myself turn bright red as I looked down as saw I was wearing nothing at all, my nipples standing straight out and the small tuft of dark hair just above my pussy in plain view of Jim. I was so embarrassed. It never occurred to me that I forget to put a bathing suit on! I was so wrapped up and distracted by the monster between Jim's legs I didn't even realize what I had done. I remembered starting to head up stairs to get one on, but as it all came back to me, I had been sidetracked thinking Jim may have been able to smell the scent of my arousal when we were in the bathroom that I just plain forgot to put one on. Every single part of my brain told me to run into the house, but instead I did the unthinkable and dove into the pool. I swam the length of it underwater and took a big breath and did it again to the other side. I felt the edge of the pool with my fingers and raised them up, grabbing hold of the edge and with a kick I lifted myself out of the water, my arms straight out and locked. I was about to turn and sit on the edge but as the water ran off my face, I opened my eyes and Jim was standing just a few feet in front of me. I froze, unable to even breathe as my eyes devoured what they saw. Jim had slipped his trunks off and was naked, facing me, his huge cock dangling between his legs. I could feel the expression of shock on my face, but was helpless to do anything about it. Never before in my life had I seen or heard of a cock that big, I would have sworn it was a fake if it had been a picture. I'm not the best at guessing sizes but this thing had to have been at least ten inches if not longer and it was as thick as big banana. I just couldn't stop staring at it. "Oh my god!" was all I could say. I grew instantly and insanely horny. I pulled myself up one knee at a time, just staring at his cock, "Oh my fucking god." Jim smiled from ear to ear. "Shall, uh, we, ummm," I was stumbling over my words, "go inside, uh, and ummm, get some towels?" As we walked I found it irresistible and turned my head, watching his long penis swing with each step he took, as if it were really trying to hypnotize me. He followed me to the closet in the hallway, where I grabbed a towel and handed it to him and got one for myself. I dried myself off and watched him towel himself, paying close attention when he started to dry his crotch. I could see his cock grow, just slightly from his touch, getting a little longer and thicker. All I could do was stare at him. He walked away and into the living room and I followed closely behind. At Odds with Herself Ch. 02 Friday was horrible for me. I felt so ashamed and guilty for what I had done. My mind went back and forth debating if I should confess to my husband. I was so afraid of losing him but I couldn't bear the burden of my illicit affair. I had given in to temptation but worse yet I continued down the deceitful path by ensuring that I would be tempted again. I hardly slept at all that night. By Friday afternoon my mind was made up and I was going to tell my husband I had cheated. I was going to tell him everything. I was nervous about how he would react, but I hoped he would be able to forgive me. I was at least hopeful that my confession and honesty about what happened would in some way keep him from losing complete faith and trust in me, but I was fairly sure that would be a stretch. I cried on and off during the whole day. I was angry with myself for getting into a situation like this and the reality of what I stood to lose was overwhelming at points. Over ten years of marriage, of my life, could be erased by one deed. Ed was a wonderful husband. He was always gentle and kind with me despite his iron fist reputation that followed him from his days in the military to his position at work. He was a sensitive lover and a good listener. He refused to let me work, insisting that I deserved to be treated like a princess. For over ten years I never worked a day, instead volunteering at local organizations, which helped me feel some sense of self worth. However, there were times were it felt like I was little more than a trophy wife. As long as I looked good and clung to him, in turn making him look good, he was happy. He made a point to include me in many of the social functions for his Job, especially the ones where his superiors were there. There is nothing wrong with him including me. In fact it was nice most of the time, but in those situations he assumed a much more dominant role often subtly belittling me around the top brass, making me out to be little more than a fancy and expensive decoration for his bed. There were times I could hear him, as I walked away, making suggestive comments about his sexual prowess with me, almost always inflating the truth. Ed's good points far outweighed his bad ones, and over time I grew to accept his work persona. I was anxious about which Ed I would get once I told him the truth. I was hoping it would be the sweet and tender Ed, but I had a sinking feeling that it would be the Iron Fist that I so rarely got a glimpse of. When Ed finally got home Friday evening, he was drunk, literally stumbling over his own feet. He was home less than an hour before he passed out cold. I was ready to tell him everything, but it was going to have to wait until tomorrow. Part of me was relieved but most of me was more scared than ever. I sat on the couch staring at the TV but not watching it, consumed by my mind as it toiled and tried to predict how Ed would react. I was unable to shake the thoughts of it and, out of almost sheer necessity, made a drink to help calm my nerves. I sat back down in the living room, right where I had committed the very act that now troubled me endlessly. The buzzing of Ed's phone brought me back to reality. I headed towards the source of the vibrations and picked it up to read the screen. It was a text message from someone named 'D'. I pressed the button to read the message and waited for the screen to change. 'Monday, usual place and time?' was displayed on the tiny screen in my hand. I fiddled through the menus and marked the message as unread then put it back on the table. I had sat back down on the couch but was still thinking about the text message. The simple and brief message seemed to loom in my head. I picked his phone back up and started looking through his inbox. I scrolled through it and there was just that one message from 'D'. I checked the contact list and found the only things populated were the First name which was 'D' and the phone number. I was in the process of putting the phone back down when I thought about checking the 'sent items'. As soon as I opened the sent folder I found many messages sent to 'D'. The first one listed was sent a few hours ago, not long before Ed got home from work. As I read the long list of sent items, I was quickly putting together the pieces of the puzzle. Although the messages were short and non-descript It became apparent Ed was having some form of a relationship with 'D'. Entries went as far back as almost a month ago, less than a week after we moved back to the States. I became furious, my guilt turned to rage and my nervousness turned to fury as read over the sent items repeatedly. I gulped my drink down and fell flat on the couch, crying and sobbing hysterically for a long time. Eventually I sat up and dried my eyes, deciding right then I was going to follow Ed on Monday, even if it meant I had to go sit at his office and wait all day for him to leave. I played it cool all weekend, avoiding Ed as much as I could though, not wanting to lose control of my emotions and fall apart. I was afraid I would lash out at him and throw my own affair in his face, just for spite. Deep down I knew I was really no better or worse than Ed for what I had done with Jim. Both of us, it appeared, were cheating but from what I could tell his was more than an innocent occurrence, it was plotted, repeated and downright devious. I called his office on Monday morning and got his secretary, she told me without hesitation that he was in the office until around four. He had meetings and calls booked throughout the day. I left the house at three and by twenty after I was parked with his building in view. I sat outside of the entrance and exit to the parking lot waiting for his car to lead the way to his rendezvous. I kept glancing at the clock in my SUV, watching the time slowly pass. At almost four thirty his car pulled out of the lot and I followed, trying to keep a safe distance so as not to be spotted, I kept imagining him looking in his rear view, catching a glimpse of me and aborting his secretive meeting. I let out a half hearted chuckle, laughing at myself, thinking I was a product of too many Hollywood movies and bad television. My suspicions about him cheating were all but confirmed as I watched him pull into a hotel, park, and head in to the lobby. I stopped on the street and waited about fifteen minutes, wondering if every woman that I watched walk in or out of the hotel was his mistress. I felt a bit irrational at points while I waited, but reasoned with myself through each bout. It dawned on me as I walked towards the lobby that I had no idea what I was going to do. I had imagined catching him like this, but my imagination always put me right at his door and I would bust it wide open, catching him in the act. I was totally clueless on exactly what to do next but continued towards the front desk anyway. The young man at the front desk was very nice and I only had to show him my license to have a new keys made for 'the room'. He remarked that it was odd that we had lost our keys so quickly, but after he saw my ID, he handed me a set of new keys. He told me to throw the old ones away if we found them, as they were now useless. I looked at the envelope he handed me, with the number '217' written on the front, thanked him and looked around until I located the elevator. The ride up, even though it was only one floor, seemed to take forever. I followed the signs along the hallway until I was standing outside room 217. I was sweating heavily, my palms were soaked and beads of nervous perspiration dripped down my forehead. I wiped my brow and tried to calm my shaking as I pressed my ear to the door. I couldn't hear much but I was able to make out Ed's voice, it sounded like he was moaning more than saying anything specific. My anger grew as I listened to the son of a bitch enjoy whatever it was he and his mistress were doing. I struggled, fumbling to get a key from the holder to unlock the door. I slid the key into the slot and quickly pulled it out. A green light appeared near the handle letting me know I was clear to open it. I grabbed it and started turning it slowly. It let out a faint clicking noise as the handle came to a stop. I took a deep breath and pushed very gently against the door, opening it as slow and quietly as possible. I heard the TV from inside the room get louder as the door gave way but it was only open a couple inches when it stopped, refusing to go any further. I was guessing that security lock was keeping it closed. I could hear Ed clearly now, he was moaning and offering words of encouragement to the mystery woman. "Oh yeah, just like that!" he said as I started to peer through the gap in the doorway. Ed was sitting on the bed, with his legs towards the hallway side of the room, leaning back on his arms. I couldn't see much around his waist, there was a lamp blocking my view, but as I crouched lower, his lover came into view. The unmistakable sight of a head bobbing up and down on Ed's penis evoked a sudden and powerful feeling of nausea. In a violent rush I threw up, vomiting all over myself and the door. I was no longer hidden. Ed quickly realized I was there and shut the door on me, slamming it closed. I fell to my knees, leaning against the door, sobbing hysterically. I tried to pull myself together, but just couldn't. I started to walk away when the door opened behind me. Ed came storming out and grabbed my arm, pulling me along into the room. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked angrily. "What am I doing here?" I yelled, looking around the room, "You're the one held up in a hotel room, getting your dick sucked!" I started crying again, "Jesus Christ Ed, I knew something was up, but this?" I grabbed a garbage can and threw up again, heaving violently into it. I took a minute to let my breathing settle enough to speak. "I mean, I can't even begin to comprehend what I just saw," the bathroom door opened, "I mean you're having an affair with a MAN! There was some guy sucking your dick less than five fucking minutes ago!" I threw up again. The 'D' tuned out to stand for Donald. Ed looked at me for a long time without saying a word. I broke the silence, "Ed, when you came home Friday I was going to confess to you that I had slipped up, for the first time since we started dating. I had sex with someone else last week, and I can't tell you how bad I felt about it. I was miserable, enough so that I had to get it off my chest regardless of the consequences. It happened one time, and one time only. What a fool I was to think that it would have mattered to you!" I started crying again. "What a fucking idiot I have been! I thought I was a horrible person for having one single moment of weakness! Now I find out that not only have you been cheating on me, but it's with a fucking man!" My crying turned into heavy sobs, "Why the fuck did you marry me if you would rather fuck men!" I didn't give Ed a chance to answer, slamming the door as I left. It felt like every set of eyes in the place fell on me as I walked out. I knew my makeup had run from my eyes and I had vomit splattered on my blouse and skirt. I ran across the parking lot and hurried to get into my SUV. I closed the door and just sat there for a long while crying and wailing hysterically. The ride home and the next couple days were a blur. Ed and I avoided each other at all costs. He slept in one of the spare bedrooms and left the house before I even got up, returning late in the evening. I had no idea where he was going, but I figured over to Donald's. Even though Don was married and had children, Ed spending time there wouldn't seem out of the ordinary. It had been the furthest thing from my mind since Monday, but when Jim showed up on Thursday I found myself thinking about his cock, and nothing but his cock. It had been a week since I had any sexual satisfaction and almost as long since I had the urge. My thoughts drifted from my gay, cheating husband to the new and exciting lover that was mowing my lawn. I stayed inside while he worked and only popped my head out the front door when he started putting the equipment back in the trailer. He saw me waving and flashed a huge smile. Jim slammed the gate of the trailer closed then headed towards me. I moved away from the door as he got closer, not wanting my naked body to be visible to the whole neighborhood. I led him to the couch in the living room, my hands quickly unbuttoning his fly and yanking his zipper open. A quick tug pulled his pants down to his knees and a gentle push made him sit on the couch. I took his flaccid penis into my mouth as far as I could take it while my hands fumbled with his boots, working on getting him naked. His cock was rock hard before I had his clothes off. Unable to bear the pain of his cock in my mouth, I had to pull it out. Jim quickly finished taking his jeans off and moved behind me as I dropped down onto my hands and knees. I was dying for his cock inside me, I wanted a big distraction from my life and he had one, right between his legs. I moaned, feeling the head of his cock press against my lips. My body tensed as he pushed into me, struggling to slide his monster inside my recently deprived box. Jim pulled his cock away and grabbed my hips. I felt myself rolling over onto my back, his strength quickly flipping me. His hands each grabbed an ankle and pushed my legs up towards my chest where I grabbed and held them. Jim hovered over me, letting the stiff member between his legs slide around the lips of my pussy but in a sudden move he pulled away from me and lowered his head. The prickly stubble on his face made me giggle slightly as he planted his mouth on my pussy. His tongue found my clit in a hurry, making me moan and whimper in delight. He began to tease me, switching his attention between my clit and the split between my puffy lips. Each time he found my clit made it swell and harden, increasing the sensitivity and my desire to have him suckle on it. His hands reached under me, cupping my ass cheeks and lifting them, rolling my back upwards. I flinched as the tip of his tongue swirled around my ass, licking it and pressing into it. I was slightly uncomfortable at first but my hesitation quickly turned into excitement and desire as his tongue probed into my virgin ass. I could feel his tongue begin to press into my bottom, spreading it just enough to allow his tongue just the slightest bit inside. Jim took one hand from under me and at the same time his mouth moved and clamped down on my aching little button. He was sucking on my clit like it was a nipple on bottle, just the sound of his slurping nearly drove over the edge. A finger slid inside my soaking wet canal and curled up against my G-spot and I felt a finger against my tiny puckered ass, pushing its way inside me. My ass burned for just a second as his finger slid inside, but the pain quickly faded as I started to tremble and writhe from my impending orgasm. I screamed out in pleasure as I came, the feeling of my clit, pussy and ass all at once was just too much. My legs flew down to the ground as they stiffened and my whole body turned rigid forcing Jim's head from my swollen and throbbing button. My crotch was thrusting and bucking mildly as the tidal wave of pleasure crashed over me. My body slowly relaxed, letting Jim pull his hand from between my legs. His finger sliding out of my ass was uncomfortable and I had the sudden urge to rush to the bathroom. I was embarrassed as I scurried towards the toilet, but somewhat relieved when the urgent feeling passed without materializing. Jim was out in the hall waiting for me and although I had a minor distraction, I was more than ready to get fucked. I took him by the hand to my bedroom and hurriedly climbed on the bed. I was on my hands and knees with my head looking behind me as Jim moved into position, silently accepting the open invitation between my legs. My pussy was a sopping wet mess from the combination of my excitement and Jim's saliva. He grabbed my pony tail and pulled my head back as his tool started to sink deeply inside me. I moaned loudly as his thick cock filled my cunt, giving me what I so desperately wanted. "Fuck my pussy, fuck it hard!" I yelled. Jim thrust into me and gave my hair a yank, snapping my head backwards almost painfully, his cock slammed forcefully into me. "Oh yeah, that's it, fuck that little pussy!" Jim's cock began to slide in and out of me, his body slamming against mine with fierce power and determination. The ridge at the head of his cock pressed against my G-spot as he slipped almost all the way out over and over, pounding away at my little gash. I was moaning loudly with the occasional scream when his cock poked against something tender inside. "Ohhhh! God yes, that's it, fuck me harder!" Jim's hand crashed down on my ass cheek. The acute stinging sensation had an odd effect as the flash of pain turned from physical discomfort to mental excitement. He continued to spank me, changing sides and how hard he hit me, bringing my arousal to new heights. I detested physical violence but Jim spanking me, punishing me just a little, while his cock hammered away inside my cunt was an incredible mix of pleasure and pain. I strained to straighten my body, every muscle grew tense as the waves of pleasure intensified, but Jim held me still, pulling harder on my hair and using his legs to pin mine down. I screamed, my euphoric song filling the room as I peaked with orgasmic bliss. Jim was still driving his huge cock in and out at a fast pace as I trembled and shook. Jim let his grip of my hair relax a little as I stopped struggling to get away. I felt him run a finger around my ass just for a second before it pressed against my asshole. My reaction was the clench my cheeks, squeezing my ass tightly and it took a moment of concentration and a few tries before he could put a finger on it without me puckering up. I felt the slippery wetness being smeared around my anus. Jim took advantage of my relaxed state and pushed his finger into my rectum. I couldn't help it and tightened my ass in a knee jerk reaction. Jim was quick to dig it further inside every time I relaxed, and soon the rest of his hand was up against my ass, with just a lone finger hiding in the dark recesses of my anus. His finger curled, pulling and tugging inside me for a minute or two evoking foreign sensations which were surprisingly enjoyable. All of a sudden I felt his hand twist and as his finger pressed against the walls of my ass, putting pressure on his pounding cock, I exploded. Jim held tightly to my hair as I tried to get away. I was screaming at the top of my lungs in sheer pleasure. My body bucked wildly and thrashed chaotically as came, ripples of pleasure spread outwards from my pussy to my fingers and toes. I was shivering with ecstasy from the unexpected but most intense orgasm of my life. I was crippled by the power of my climax. It was as if I lost control over everything in my body. I was helpless to stop myself as I felt a small stream of urine trickle out from between my lips. I think I should have felt embarrassed, but Jim started grunting and thrusting harder inside me, taking my focus away from my loss of bodily control. His forceful pounding moved me forwards on the bed, buckling my arms and sending my shoulders down against the comforter but my legs were still bent and my ass was high up in the air. Jim let out a long and deep moan as he lost his rhythm and erupted inside me. I felt his finger in my ass apply more pressure as he erratically jerked and bucked, sending powerful spurts of his semen deep in my pussy. His body trembled as his strokes became slow and shallow, random grunts and guttural sounds escaped his lips as his member emptied itself between my thighs. I could feel the hot blasts fading in intensity, almost mirroring the decrease in speed and force of his thrusting. Jim quickly pulled his finger from my ass and collapsed on top of me, forcing me flat against the bed. He used his arms to take his weight off me but stayed fairly still, his cock turning flaccid and shrinking slightly while still buried in my come filled pussy. At Odds with Herself Ch. 02 Jim finally pulled his cock out, and with it came a rush of his swimmers. I could feel his sperm drip down across my clit as his cock slipped from inside me. We both lay still for minutes as we caught our breath. Finally Jim picked himself up off me and the two of us headed down to the living room, Jim's semen was running down my legs as I walked, leaving drops and splatters all along the way. "Aren't you worried about the stains?" Jim asked, pointing to several drops on the dark carpet in the living room. I just shook my head, no. He was dressed in a flash and at the top of the stairs when he turned back towards me. "See you next Thursday." Jim said. Smiling as the door closed behind him. I waved, as my pussy continued to leak, his enormous load of semen still dripping out and running down my legs. I slid a finger upwards across my slit and wrapped my lips around it, tasting the combination of our sexual juices. I cleaned up the house a little, not going crazy with the come stains on the carpet, but I did clean up the huge pile on the bed, where it had spilled from my loins in a forceful gush, pooling up and starting to soak into the comforter. I mulled about for a while before heading out after I got the urge to go shopping, and not at the mall. I remembered a little sex shop across town and made my way there in a hurry. The bell on the door jingled as I walked in, and after over an hour of comparing and asking questions without the slightest hint of shame, I walked out with several bags of goodies. I got home, opened and cleaned everything, then set it all out on the dresser in my bedroom. I marveled at my collection. A plethora of toys, from but plugs to dildos and vibrators stood up on the dresser, as well as a couple ball gags and whips and paddles. I even had police issue handcuffs and leather restraints to round off the assortment of 'novelty items'. I was unable to resist the temptation and fitted myself for the strap-on harness that I picked up. I checked myself out in the mirror with each dildo that I had, watching myself stroking the fake cocks that swung from between my legs, imagining what it would really be like to have one. I felt a strange sense of empowerment from seeing myself with a penis, especially the larger ones. I had intended to wait for Ed to get home to use any of them, but I found myself unable to resist... At Odds with Herself "I'm sorry," I said, "I can't help my staring. I have never seen anything like that in all my life!" "Well, if you're curious, why don't you go ahead and touch it?" he said teasingly as he sat on the couch. I was on my knees in front of him in a fraction of a second. My hands gently stroked it, tracing the veins that popped up from under the surface of the lose skin. I flipped it up towards his belly, looking at the underside, marveling at how smooth the skin was and watching it swell under my touch. I tried to wrap my fingers around it, but couldn't make them touch. I was toying with it, examining it, touching it with the curiosity of someone who had never seen a penis before and was given free rein to handle one. It continued to grow longer and thicker under my touch, and quickly my innocent curiosity gave way to more mature desires. I started to stroke his cock with two hands, slowly making it harder, Jim moaned a few times and when I saw the pre-come pool up at the tip, I knew he was eager for more just like I was. I leaned my head into his lap and slid my tongue across the head of his tool, licking the pre-come from it and tasting it. It was almost sweet tasting, and served as an appetizer that made me hungrier for the main course. I slipped my lips around the bright red tip of his swelling member and started licking the underside of it, swirling my tongue around. I felt it keep growing in my mouth, stretching it to the limits, finally my jaws just couldn't take it and I pulled my head away. Jim was now almost fully erect, it had just a little sag in it, but was pointing almost straight up. This monster was well over a foot long and damn near as thick as a soda can. Not willing to give up just yet, I tried again to plant my mouth on it and with some struggling and almost painful stretching, I felt it slide in and start to gag me almost instantly. I regained some composure, holding just a few inches of his gigantic cock in my mouth, before I started to suck, my lips were so tight around his girth that I was sure my teeth were digging in at least a little bit. Jim just moaned as he sat back and watched my mouth try its hardest to suck on his huge penis. I felt my jaw muscles start to cramp and had to stop, as much as I wanted his cock in my mouth, I just couldn't take it anymore. I was dying to feel that big bad cock rip into my pussy, which was so wet just thinking about it I could feel the moisture dripping down my thigh. I turned around and with my back facing him I leaned over. On all fours right in front of him, he immediately got off the couch and knelt behind me. I felt his cock slap onto my back as he dropped to his knees, just the weight alone of his monster sent tingles through my body. His hand guided the head of his cock to my soaking wet lips, and I could feel him smearing the tip around, spreading my juices both on his cock and around my pussy. He put one hand on the small of my back as I felt the pressure of his cock start to push into me. I screamed out in pain as the tip of his tool began to penetrate my moist tunnel. Jim stopped moving, his throbbing head just barely prying the gates to my garden open, but it was in far enough that the pressure within me soared. He remained still as I lost control, my body writhing and tensing uncontrollably as the orgasm ripped through me. Slowly subsiding, my climax still made buck a few times, my whole body jerking and thrusting, and as I felt the shiver of pleasure pass over me, my body bucked one last time, sending me towards Jim, almost ramming the length of his enormous shaft deep inside my hot, wet pussy. I screamed at the top of my lungs in pain, as the sheer width of his cock was much bigger than anything I had known before, it felt like he was ripping me, tearing my pussy apart. I dropped my shoulders to the floor and tried to catch my breath, as my cunt slowly grew accustomed to being filled to the brim and then some. I let out a long slow exhale as I pulled away from Jim. I could feel every bump and ridge of his cock as it slid out from inside me. I took another breath and exhaled again, this time pushing back towards him, forcing that monster cock back inside my folds. Jim got the message in a hurry and started to thrust in and out, in slow long strokes. I was going crazy, the pain of his huge cock and the pleasure of his huge cock fought inside me, but the pain seemed to be winning out at the moment. I pulled away, letting his cock slip out from me and got to my feet. I pointed to the floor and Jim was on his back with his cock standing straight up in the air in a flash. I stepped over him and facing his feet, I lowered my mound down and reached between his legs guiding his throbbing member to my waiting hole. I froze for a second as it slipped inside me, but it only took a second or two for the initial shock to pass and within moments I was bouncing up and down on his rock hard tool, starting to go faster and faster. I felt it building inside me and my moans started to get louder with every stroke. I leaned over, with my head near his feet as my hips kept bouncing but slowly turning into a smooth rocking motion as I grew nearer and nearer to another climax. I felt it start in my belly and quickly run through my entire body, I grabbed Jims' ankles and dug my nails into them and jammed my pussy down hard on his pole, pushing it further inside me than it had been so far. I stayed motionless on the outside, but inside everything was writhing, I could feel the spasms of my pussy strain against his deeply buried cock. Finally I collapsed, letting everything relax and suddenly I could feel the throbbing of his cock inside me. I took a minute to move from on top of him and just rolled over onto my back. Jim climbed between my legs and spread them wide, leaving them on the ground, as he guided his cock back into my soaking wet and aching pussy. He began with long fast thrusts, not wasting any time to warm up, pounding his cock so deep inside me that almost every stroke hit some spot that was uncomfortable, but not enough to take anything away from the pleasure I felt from his massive meat. He leaned his head down to my chest and took a nipple in his mouth, sending waves of pleasure through me, each pass of his tongue or gentle bite of his teeth brought me closer to yet another orgasm. I lifted my head and watched his cock slide in and out of my pussy and even though he was unable to fit the entire length of it in, it made me even more excited as I saw his thick cock spreading my lips wide as he slipped past them. I craned my neck for a minute longer until it hurt to even lift it, watching intently as my pussy was violated by his enormous erection. As my head fell back against the carpet I started to come again, my body straining to go stiff as I entered my own little world for the next minute. Jim fought me, and with his strength was easily able to overpower me. He lifted my legs up high and pressed them down into my chest and rolled me back a little, forcing my pussy to become a little more exposed to his hammering cock. I felt him push in deeper and deeper as my orgasm washed over me and when I finally relaxed, I felt his cock swell. He began to grunt softly but after a few thrusts grunted very loudly and slammed his body into mine, pushing his incredibly long cock deep inside me making me scream out in pain. I felt the blasts of his hot come inside me over and over as he savagely fucked my pussy, each thrust squirting more and more of his hot come into the warm fold of my sore little pussy and making me scream louder and louder as his dick poked and prodded my innards. He was like an animal, grunting and panting away as he slowly lost steam and stopped fucking my box. I felt his penis slide out from inside me. It seemed to take forever as it slid past my lips making a sucking sound as it finally popped out. His cock was covered in a cocktail of our juices, most of it thick and milky white. He stood on his knees between my legs and like it was pure instinct I got to my knees and began to lick him clean. He stood up allowing my tongue and mouth to clean his hairy balls, sucking them and licking like they were a lollypop. I began to lick the length of his shaft when I noticed the ring of our come that had collected maybe an inch or so from the base of his shaft. My tongue circled it, swirling around, licking it clean. It was then that I realized my pussy was dripping, I felt some on my legs, but there was a pretty good sized pool of come just under my pussy, it stood out like a sore thumb against the dark grey carpet. I quickly slid a hand up each leg, collecting what was dripping and slurped it off them before I grabbed a towel and tried to blot the carpet. It was when I stood up I realized how sore I was. My whole groin ached from the punishment Jims' cock had handed out. I waddled to the back door with Jim, thanked him for the help and told him to expect to hear from me about getting the lawns done. I watched Jim stuff his big cock back into his pants and walk around the corner with his shirt over his shoulder and his toolbox in his hands. The first thing I thought of was that I would do if my husband was in the mood, I would be giving him a blow job, there was no way my pussy could take any more. I became frantic at first as I thought about what I had done. I had cheated on my husband, for the very first time and with a complete stranger and had totally unprotected sex. I was a mess as I quickly threw on some clothes and tried to get the come stain from the carpet in the living room. I sprayed a ton of air freshener then took a shower and changed my clothes again. I was so nervous about my husband that I completely forgot how excited I had been about Jims' monster cock. But after my husband had been home for a couple hours and wasn't suspicious at all, my mind began to wander to that huge snake of Jims'. I had decided it would be best to not call him for the lawn care, but before I knew it I was sitting with my husband telling him about this nice guy who helped me today and gave us a pretty cheap quote to do the lawns. I handed my husband the business card, and I knew right then that I had no control over the situation anymore. My husband called the number on the card and spoke with Jim. I listened as my worst fears and desires were realized as they made it official, Buzz Lawns would be over every Thursday at noon. I was scared and excited at the same time, enough so that I barely slept a wink for the next few nights. Thursday couldn't come soon enough.