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First Affair

By: collegechick1219



I wonder what an affair would be like. Would my second time be better than my first since now I am more experience and know what to expect? Or will my expectations override the night? One way to find out. 

One night while I am out with the girls I meet this guy named Jake. He's cute, tall, and has piercing blue eyes and an electric smile. What makes him even better looking is that he asks me to dance. We start dancing to a fast song, then it suddenly mixes into a slow song- "Let's get it on", by Marvin Gaye. 

I was heading back towards the table when he grabbed my hand and twirled me around until I ever so lightly pressed up against his body. His hands caress my lower back. His body was warm and his touches sent shivers down my spine and made my heart skip a beat. He looked into my eyes like he was studying me and staring at my deepest darkest secrets. Understanding that I have been unhappy for some time he gracefully slid his fingertips down the side of my face and over my lips and left a tingling sensation that followed. Then he lowered his head and closed the gap between us with his mouth grazing mine, his hot breath blowing against my ear as he whispered, "Do you want to get out of here?" I knew that I wanted to; I had this fiery feeling in my loins.

I ran over to the girls and let them know that I was leaving and not to worry. They didn't since they all knew Jake and knew that he would be just what I needed. He came up behind me and placed his hand on my lower back and escorted me towards the door. 


We got into his blue pick-up truck and I couldn't wait any longer. I leaned over and gave him a sweet kiss with just a little tongue. He pulled me closer and put his hand behind my head while kissing me harder than I ever felt. Kissing is so much fun, different lips, different tongue, and different ways. I took him all in, smelling his cologne deep while I kissed under his ear and around his neck while his hands roamed over my body before they landed on my ass. I let out a moan and knew that we needed to stop before we did it right in the parking lot.

I leaned back into my seat as Jake turned on the truck and pulled out of the parking spot. He put on the air conditioner to get rid of the fog we caused while making out. My lips were still radiating heat from his kisses. He sat his hand on my inner thigh and I wanted him to go further. He parked the truck into his driveway and he got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side to open up the door for me. He grabbed my hand and pushed me against the truck and slowly kissed my neck, my ears, and my mouth. My breathing was becoming heavy and shallow. He creped his hand up my thigh and traced his fingers around my underwear. I needed it right now. 

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his front door and open it in a rushed manner. We fell onto his couch and were making out more than ever, grasping for air between our moans. Jake broke our session and looked at me adoringly while placing a finger over my mouth before I could speak. He lightly got up and disappeared down the hallway. He emerged minutes later and had me follow him into his bedroom. There were a couple candles that lit up the dark corners of the room. A huge king size bed covered in a thick beige comforter and pillows covering the headboard. I could feel the small amount of heat radiating from the candles. I looked up at Jake as the candlelight was glistening in his eyes and making his lips look more inviting. 

We fell into the bed, our legs intertwined, and our body heat jacking up another ten degrees. He climbed on top of me while taking off my shirt and groping my chest. He wrapped his hand around my back and released the clasp of my bra. He lowered his mouth onto my breast and lightly circled my nipple with his tongue. My body shuddered with pleasure and my panties grew wet. He climbed higher kissing my forehead and over my eyes. 

My hands reached the top of his jeans and unbuttoned them. I slid down his pants exposing his hard cock under his tight boxers. He moaned as my hand grazed his dick as I removed his boxers. I lifted up his shirt over his head and flipped him over on his back. I trailed kisses from his neck to his shoulders, down his chest, licking each nipple and reaching his belly button. He stopped me in the midst of going further and told me to lie down on my back.

He breathed in the fragrance of my hair so deep that it caused goose bumps all over my body. He kissed the back of my neck and over my shoulders and followed my spine down to the curve of my back. He turned me around to face him and slid his fingers up my skirt and between my underwear feeling the wetness that gathered there. His touch was so light over my clit that it made me jump in anticipation. He inched a finger into my pussy causing my body to quiver and moans to escape my mouth. I have waited so long to feel another man against me and making me want again. He plunged his finger deep, touching everything that I had to offer. My body grew more hungry wanting to feel him, feel him deep inside of me. 

I grabbed my skirt and released the clasp and pulled it down with my underwear. Jake placed himself between my legs and spread his making mine open further to except him and all his glory. His cock was bigger than I imagined. He slowly slid it in letting me feel the girth and length fill me up. I let out a huge gasp and moan at the same time that he did. He looked at me to make sure that I was okay and whispered in my ear how much he wanted this and how tight I was. He pumped in and out; slow at first then going at a rapid pace. I thrust my hips into each pound he made making me closer and closer to exploding.

I could feel my temperature rising, sweat collecting all over my body causing me to get shivers ever now and then when his body wasn't pressed against mine. I came twice causing my body to shudder with waves of pleasure that lasted longer than I could've ever imagined and exasperating "Oh God!" with each peak that I made. My breathing was loud and my mind was full of nothing.

Jake let out a huge moan and his body jerked with each spasm of his ejaculate. He lay down on top of me resting his head on my chest. I loved that I could still feel him inside of me, warm and hard. He kissed me hard on the lips making me want more. He rolled over on his side and scooped me closer to him wanting me to rest my head in his niche between his arm and shoulder. I felt at ease with him, even secure.

It has been the best night I ever had and I did not want to go back to reality. And right now I won't. I will just lay here and take in the moment of being in this state of excitement, contentment, and sleep.

First Affair



After saying goodbye to my friend Jessica I hung up the phone and finished getting ready for my trip. Little did I know it would be a visit that would change my life in more ways than one. Before I continue I should back up a little and explain a bit about myself. My name is Marisa. I'm a 25 year old, 5"6', pale skinned freckled redhead with blue eyes. I am what would be considered average, fitting between a size eight and ten. I love my legs, strong and well shaped from years of walking and running. The one thing other then my red hair that stands out most is my chest. I am a natural 36DD which tend to be all too often a real pain in the butt since seldom can I find clothing I like in my size that they fit into. 

I am married for slightly over three years now to my loving and wonderful husband, James. He's a great guy with blue eyes I just lost myself in when we first met. We met in school and he was the first and up to now the only man I have ever had sex with. Yes, I was a virgin until I met him. We have had a happy marriage I just wish he was home more often. He works for a company that makes him travel a lot and all too often find myself home alone. Not that I am complaining too much since I don't need to work and have a lot of free time on my hands but it can get very lonely at times.

About a week ago I got a phone call from an old friend from school, Jessica. We were very close but after we graduated we went our separate ways keeping in contact when we could. She recently got a townhouse style apartment that wasn't too far from my house, around four hours or so away. After talking on and off she invited me to come visit for a few days. Telling me I can explore the area when she's at work and we can hang out most of the free time she has. Agreeing to the trip I decided to go down this coming Thursday and would stay until Monday morning. My husband was more then happy for me and wanted me to feel free to visit her when ever I want so I wouldn't be so alone at home while he was gone. I was to say the least ecstatic and looking extremely forward to the trip.

Getting up early Thursday morning I quickly packed the car and drove off on the long drive to Jessica's house. When I finally got there I pulled into the parking lot. The apartment complex was fairly sizeable with blocks of buildings with ten two story townhouse style apartments. Jessica had a end one which gave her some privacy. Taking a few minutes to find her place I pulled up in front. She had hidden a key on her back deck for me to get inside while she was at work. Unloading my car I went inside, sat down on the couch to relax and waited until she got home. Only a couple hours later she walked in. Jumping up we rushed each other and embraced in a big hug. We haven't seen each other in person for years and was a happy moment for us both. She told me how glad she was to see me and couldn't wait to catch up. She then asked me if I wouldn't mind going out tonight. That she wanted me to meet her boyfriend John and has told him all about me. I told her it would be fine. Jessica was happy to hear it then asked if I would be fine with the fact that his friend William would be with us too? That him and John were friends from work and William broke up with his girlfriend about over a month ago and John still felt bad for him. I said I had no problem with it at all. She was happy to hear it and that we were to meet them at a favorite bar of John's after dinner. 

We had relaxing meal that was constantly interrupted due to our talking . She mentioned that her and John had made plans to go out Saturday night for their anniversary and asked me if I minded because they could postpone it to next week. I told her it was fine and would keep myself busy around here, since we now lived close enough to each other I could visit her again soon so we wouldn't be missing anything. Jessica said she was glad I was okay with it then told me we had better get going to meet up with the guys. Since Jessica worked all day I volunteered to drive us over there as long as she gave me directions. 

About twenty minutes later we pulled into the parking lot. It was pretty crowded but Jessica was able to find John and his friend across the building. Pushing our way towards them I got a good look at the two guys. John is tan skinned, dark hair, dark eyes, okay looking I guess. His friend William though is not at all what I had expected. First off he is black, no the darkest black man I have ever seen but still dark skinned. Then again compared to me everyone is dark. He was of slightly more then medium build, looked like maybe 6"2' or near that. I had never thought much about black men before but he wasn't that bad looking at all. Walking up to the two of them Jessica introduced me. After the short pleasantries John said he was saving a booth for us to sit down in. Me and Jessica slid in with the two guys on both ends, John next to her, William next to me. I did catch a glimpse of William looking down my shirt as I moved into the seat but shrugged it off since lets be honest you can't miss these things on my chest.

We all sat around getting to know each other better and John said he was glad to finally meet me after hearing so much and William asked Jessica where she met such a good looking woman as me. He also asked me if I was taken. Telling him I am married he said that ruined his plan on asking me out on a date, winking. Nearly a half an hour went by as we continued talking back and forth when John asked what everyone wanted to drink. Telling him I was fine with just a soda since I wasn't much of a drinker. I am what would be considered a light weight. It doesn't take much to get me tipsy and alcohol loosens me up a bit too much. Was even slightly drunk when I lost my virginity. John insisted though that I have one since we were all friends here and I had nothing to worry about. Finally giving in the two guys got up and went to the bar. While they were gone Jessica jokingly mentioned that she thinks William has a thing for me. 

Coming back with a round of drinks we all sat around again talking to each other. I once again caught William looking down at my chest but over the years have learned to ignore those things. A short while later John got up and came back with another round of alcohol. Trying to refuse it they all pushed me until I gave in. A moment later my cell phone alarm went off much to my embarrassment since it was my birth control reminder. Reaching into my purse I pulled out my pill pack. Excusing myself I quickly popped one into my mouth and shoved the pack back into my bag. After finishing the new drink Jessica asked John if he wanted to dance. The bar has a small dance floor on the other side with some music playing. He said he was more then happy to as they up and left telling us they would be right back. Leaving William and I at the table they went off to the other side of the bar. Sitting there we wasted the next six or seven minutes talking about anything that came to mind. During our conversation he placed one of his hands on my thigh, kneading it softly. He also asked me a lot of questions about my husband, about how many guys I have been with, which he thought was odd I had only been with one, and the like. I told him that I heard he had recently broken up with his girlfriend. I added that a good looking guy like him should have no trouble finding someone else.

When John and Jessica finally came back they brought another round of drinks. This was soon by another one, then another, and another. I was more then feeling it when William asked me if I wanted to dance? I wasn't sure at first feeling out of it by now but agreed anyway. As I moved to get up I lost my footing and would have feel if he hadn't grabbed me. Telling him I thought that maybe I shouldn't dance seeing that I could barely walk. Jessica said that maybe we should leave when William interrupted that he could drive me back home so she could spend some quiet time with John. Jessica asked me how I felt about it. I insisted that she stay with John who would take her home when they were done and could pick William up then. She said as long as I was okay with it, which I was, then they would stay and see me later tonight if I was still awake when they got home. Saying our goodbyes William helped me out into the car.

Driving back to Jessica's place we were able to park directly in front. Helping me out of the car and into her apartment, William had to almost carry me up the stairs to the bedroom. Laying down on the bed I kicked off my shoes and closed my eyes. In my nearly drunken state I forgot where I was thinking I was laying in bed at my house. I began to feel someone kissing my neck and a hand resting on my stomach, thinking it was my husband I let out a soft moan. This went on a couple minutes until the hand started sliding upwards and was soon cupping my right breast playing with it over my clothing. I was in another world as I laid there unaware of what I was getting myself into. 

The kissing on my neck stopped as I felt my shirt being pulled up and could now feel the cool bedroom air on my breasts. The hand went back to playing with my breasts followed by those lips kissing all over every exposed part not covered by my bra. Which with a chest like mine is a lot. My nipples were now hard as rocks pressing against the material. They're like the rest of me, pale, a light pink to be exact. He trailed his lips down to the edge of my left bra cup. Slipping a few fingers under the material he began pulling it down, his lips following the whole way until my nipple was exposed. The tip of his tongue started running around my hard nipple before clamping his lips around it, sucking hard. This only made me moan louder. I am a woman who loves her breasts played with. At the same time his other hand slid down my stomach toward my waist. Parting my legs slightly he slipped his fingers between my thighs, rubbing my crotch over my pants. Reaching down to grab the back of my husband's head I was completely shocked into reality. There was almost no hair. Opening my eyes and looking down over my bunched up shirt I was left speechless. There was William, one hand between my legs, the other holding my left breast, and his dark lips wrapped around my left nipple. I yelled right away for him to stop. Pulling his mouth off my tit he seemed to be surprised.

"What's wrong Marisa? Doesn't it feel good?" he asked.

Pushing William off of me I told him I am married and had no idea it was him doing that to me. Pulling my shirt back over my breasts I told him he had better go downstairs and leave me alone until Jessica and John got here. William looked very upset saying that he thought I wanted it but quickly retreated off the bed, leaving the bedroom. On his way out he apologized and asked me not to mention it to either Jessica or John. I told him I would stay silent as long as he did. Closing the door behind him I listened as he walked back down the stairs. I laid back down completely bewildered about what happened or the fact that I let it go so far before realizing. I was really pissed off at William but also knew it was partly my fault for not sopping him which gave him the wrong idea. Granted there was something erotic about his dark skin against my pale white and was even a bit of a turn on yet there was no way I could have let this man go further. Not only because I was married but I barely knew him. 

Laying in bed listening I heard Jessica and John come in less then an hour later. Around ten minutes later the guys left and Jessica came upstairs. Opening the door to the guest room to check on me she saw I was still awake. Asking how I was doing she said William told her he had a good time and thanked him for helping me out. I made no mention of what happened, only saying he helped me to bed. That night I had a strange dream of actually having sex with William. I woke up not only to find my nipples hard again but moist between my legs. The same thing happened to me the following night. What was wrong with me? I know it has been a while since my husband and I have had sex. Never thought though I would be having dreams like that about another man.

The next couple of days were relaxing. Spending as much time with Jessica as possible until Saturday evening. After dinner she got ready for her date and asked me if I was okay with spending the night alone here since they were going to be out late and might spend the night at John's. I told her I have no problem with it at all, insisting that she have a good time. Thanking me with a big smile she rushed to get ready before he picked her up. Myself, I went and got a pajama suit on to relax in. Nothing more then a pair of lose fitting pants and a pull over shirt. I then plopped my butt on the couch, put my feet up, and watched TV. A few minutes later the bell rang and Jessica rushed over to greet John. Giving him a kiss she looked back with a smile wishing me a good night and 'not to wait up for me' comment. I told them both to have a good time before they shut the door. Other then the TV everything was quite for near an hour before I was interrupted by the sound of the door bell ringing. 

'Who the hell could this be?' I thought to myself as I got up. Opening the door I was greeted by none other then William standing there holding a small bad. Telling him that everyone else was gone he said he wasn't here to see them but was here to see me. I told him it wasn't such a good idea when he broke in explaining he just wanted to talk. I'm not sure why but I let him in. Closing the door we both sat down on the couch side by side. Apologizing for the other night, that he felt so lonely after losing his ex girlfriend, how he found me very attractive, and his sexual desire got the better of him. I felt really bad for the guy.

Lifting up the bag he pulled out a bottle of wine. Telling me it was a gift for doing what he did last night. Saying thank you he pulled out two small cups as well. Opening the bottle he poured some into the two glasses. We talked for nearly an hour as he vented. Every time my cup wet empty he wasted no time in filling it back up. Like the other night I was feeling it as my body got more loose. After he finally got it all out I turned towards him, holding my arms out for a hug which he obliged, grabbing me tightly. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes before he pulled away thanking me for listening. 

"Not a problem, anytime you need me" I said smiling, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Looking directly into my eyes he reached up placing his hand on the back of my head and leaned in giving me a kiss directly on my lips. He held my head tight as his tongue snaked it's way into my mouth. I honestly wasn't fighting to break off to hard, not even sure if he noticed my mild resistance. When he finally broke the kiss I took a moment to collect my thoughts and told him we should really stop right now. Asking me why I told him because I am married. William placed a finger on my lips shushing me. 

"So? You're husband isn't here now and he will never know about what we do. What he doesn't know won't hurt him." he said. I told him it wasn't right. He didn't even let me finish talking before pulling my head back to kiss and suck on my neck. My husband knows that is always a way to get me in the mood. Now William was doing it with the same effect. Letting out a soft moan I again told him we needed to stop now. He completely ignored me as he kept kissing. At the same time he moved his left hand to my waist. Slipping it under the hem of my shirt he moved his hand up my stomach until he reached my chest, cupping my bare right breast. Just as I was about to pull away from him William began rubbing my nipple between his fingers. Making my body shiver I let out another moan. He now lifted his head from my neck. Letting go of my hair and breast he grabbed the bottom of my shirt. Pulling it up until my breasts we both exposed. 

"Nice big lily white tits" he said with a moan. Pushing me back against the couch he leaned down and started sucking on my nipples. 'Fuck' I thought, what am I doing? I sat there looking down at this dark skinned black man sucking my pale pink nipples and I was more turned on then ever before in my life. My shirt kept slipping down so I decided to take it off the rest of the way, tossing it on the floor. During this time William moved his left hand to my stomach and began sliding it downward. Slipping it under the band of my pants. Without thinking I parted my legs slightly and soon felt his finger glide over my bare pussy lips. 

'Crap, what am I doing?' I thought. William continued to suck hard on my nipples as his middle finger ran around my clit. I was extremely turned on from a mix of things. Not only because it has been a while but the addition of alcohol, the things he was doing to me, and looking down at the contrast between our skin color which was very erotic. I was letting myself slip into a place that I never should be and was about to reconsider when I felt his long finger begin to slide into my pussy causing me to moan.

"Damn Marisa you are so fucking wet already!" William said as he ran his finger around inside of me. This was followed by him rubbing my clit with another and was doing it like a pro. Maybe three minutes later my body was shaking as I yelled out cumming. I have never had an orgasm so quickly. 

Letting me finish, he pulled his hand out of my pants. Standing up William pulled his shirt off. He had a decent body, dark skin chest. This was followed by him kicking off his shoes and undoing his pants letting them drop. He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs and could easily see the out line of his penis, looked quite sizeable. Moving around in front of me positioning himself standing between my knees he slowly pulled down his underwear as I sat there staring. I was shocked when his rock hard massive black cock sprung out pointing right at my face. All I can say is it is huge! My husband isn't small, then again he's all I have ever had, at around 5 1/2 long by around 3 1/2 diameter. William though had to be more then 8 long and maybe 4 3/4 to 5 in diameter! 

Without saying a word he reached down grabbing the back of my head, pulling me closer to him until my lips were literally pressed against his penis. I knew exactly what he wanted as I parted my lips allowing his large black cock to slide into my mouth. Taking him as deep as I could I started to suck his dick. Now, I am one of those women who like giving blow jobs but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would have another man's cock in my mouth, much less a black one. William moaned as I bobbed up and down as he held the back of my head tightly. Soon he took over fucking my mouth as I willingly gave up control. Was strange feeling his black cock sliding along my tongue and pressing against the back of my throat as I kept my lips wrapped around it. This went on for barely a couple minutes when he yanked out of my mouth. Pulling me to my feet he wasted no time in pushing my pants down. Telling me to lay down on the floor I obliged. I laid on my back staring up at William as he got down near my feet. Grabbing my legs he spread them open wide sliding up in between.

"A nice shaved white pussy! You know it's been a long time since I've had sex and I have never been with a white girl before, much less a pale redhead" he said looking down as he placed himself above me with his arms on either side of my head. With a big smile on his face with moved one hand down between us holding onto his dick. Moments later I could feel the large bulbous head of his dick running up and down my pussy lips, spreading them open. Rubbing it around my clit he then positioned the tip right at my hole and began to place pressure down onto me. Well, never having anything near this big before it was taking so effort. Hell, even my husband says I'm snug around him and he's much smaller. William was grunting as he tried to push it into me. It all paid off as my pussy began to open up to him and before long he had worked the head of it inside.




First Affair



"Fuck Marisa! Your pussy is so fucking tight! I'll tell ya I was considering putting on a condom but remembered you're on the pill and since I have never been with a white girl before I wasn't going to pass this chance up. Plus you never asked me to either. An now am I ever glad I didn't put one on" he said as he went back to pushing. Needless to say it took a while as he worked a little at a time in me. Pulled out a bit before sliding back in a bit deeper. He reached a point that was familiar to me, hitting the furthest place my husband gets. He didn't stop there though as he continued to work it in more and more touching places that were really foreign to me. Deeper and deeper he went until finally I could feel our bodies pressed against each other. 

"Shit girl, you took it all" he told me. I think I was more surprised then he was. I knew though if he were any bigger it wouldn't have worked because I could already feel the tip of his head just barely touching my cervix. Was a strange feeling to say the least. It was also uncomfortable since he is so big and needed to get used to his size. Not to mention that this was only the second man to be in me. William must have seen my slight discomfort as he just held himself in place, grinding lightly in me. Gradually it began to feel good; really good. Asking me if I was getting used to it he then started slowly sliding a little in and out of me. Each time he pulled more out before pushing it back and picked up speed as well. In a short time he got a good pace going as I found myself wrapping my legs around him, moaning louder and louder. It was so wrong yet felt so good. His massive black cock working in my pussy in ways I never imagined. Looking up at him I watched this black man I barely knew having sex with me. As hard as it was for me to admit never had sex felt so good before as my toes curled and eyes nearly rolled back into my head.

Not sure how long we stayed in this position but I never wanted it to end. All of a sudden he pulled out making me feel very empty and disappointed. Pushing back William told me to get up on my hands and knees. Quickly doing as he said he moved right up behind me. Wasting no time he slid his black dick back in. Grabbing my waist he started to fuck me hard. Working it like a pro his dick rubbed again and again against my G spot. Was more then glad we were alone as my loud moans, at times near screams of pleasure filled the room along with the sound of skin slapping skin as he fucked me. With the constant contact against my G spot I came again collapsing onto the floor with my butt sticking up in the air as William kept a non relenting pace fucking me the entire time. He wasn't to far off himself either as his pace changed again in a couple minutes to very fast and shallow along with gradual increase in his moans.

"Fuck Marisa ... so close ... gonna cum ... deep in your ... tight white ... pussy ... fuck!" he yelled moaning loudly. Thrusting all of the way into me he held tightly onto my waist as his body went stiff. This was quickly followed by feeling his hot seaman splashing against my cervix again and again which was another completely new feeling for me. He came a lot! Least more than I'm used to with my husband. William finally relaxed as the last drops of his seaman were deposited in me. We stayed like this for a short time until he began to get soft inside of me. Pulling out William got up only to collapse again on the couch.

"Damn Marisa that was so fucking good" he said to me as I laid there with my rear still in the air trying to catch my breath. I didn't have too much time though to calm down before I felt a slow moving hot liquid running down my upper thigh. It was some of William's cum leaking out of me.

"Crap!" I said loudly as I jumped to my feet. Last thing I wanted was a white stain on Jessica's carpet. Rushing off to the bathroom I did my best to clean myself up and got as much of it out of me as possible. When I finished I walked back into the living room putting my pajamas back on before sitting down next to William. I still was in complete disbelief as to what I had just done. I asked William never to mention this to Jessica or John because I didn't want them knowing more so since I sure as hell didn't want my husband knowing. William agreed swearing he would keep silent. I also told him we could never do anything like this again and maybe shouldn't even talk to each other about it. William seemed upset about that but with so insistence he relented to my wishes.

Slightly over two hours later I was in the guest bedroom on the bed. Once again completely naked straddling William who was also in the buff. His large black cock was buried in me as I slowly rocked back and forth on it. He was sitting up embracing me tightly as he kissed my neck and chest. We had been like this for several minutes already as he brought me to another orgasm. Coming down from that high I pushed him onto his back and started sliding up and down his big black dick. Riding him hard and fast the room echoed with my moans of pleasure as William reached up to play with my breasts. 

"That's it baby! Ride that big black pole like a good white slut" he said moaning. Slowing down I teased him a little by sliding up until he was almost all the way out of me and taking my time before moving back down. At times just working the head in and out before sinking it all in again. As I was doing this I caught a glimpse of my left hand positioned next to William's right arm and a clear view of my wedding ring staring me right in the face. Shit, what am I doing? I'm married and here I am again having sex with a black guy I still barely knew. At that point I even considered getting off of him ending it then and there. Yet while this was all going through my head William got annoyed that I hadn't slid back down him with just the tip of the head in me. Holding onto my hips he pulled me hard all the way down slamming his dick in. A wave of pleasure surged throughout my entire body causing me to lose any doubts I had in my head as to why I was doing this. William took over from them pushing up and down hard and fast making me at times scream in pleasure. Until finally he pulled me all the way down onto his large black cock and held me there tightly. Moaning himself his body went stiff like before as he flooded me with another load of his hot seaman, coating the deepest parts of my pussy. When he was finished I pulled off of him. The suction caused some of his cum to already leak out of me. Once more cleaning myself up I collapsed on the bed exhausted. 

William actually laid there with me afterwards. I looked at the clock next to me and said he had better leave before Jessica gets home. Agreeing we both went downstairs to get dressed. Kissing me goodbye William left as I went up to bed quickly falling asleep to some great and very erotic dreams. 

The next day was relaxing as me and Jessica had a nice time together. When Monday morning rolled around we said our goodbyes before I drove off back home. Pulling into out driveway my husband was gone as usual. Getting readjusted to being home I still couldn't believe I had an affair with a black man. A few days later I got a phone call from Jessica who said it was nice to have me around. That we should do this more often, maybe once or twice a month. She also mentioned that William couldn't stop talking about me either and was already asking her when I was going to visit again. I know there was no way I could tell her why. She said he asked for my e-mail and cell phone number. Making sure it was okay with me first I told her it was fine. This was the start of what became a long running affair with William. Not that I don't love my husband, I do very much. He never found out about us though, much to my happiness. To me it wasn't emotional like it is with James. With William is was purely unattached fucking, wonderful, wonderful sex. Never once before considered having sex with a black guy. Nothing to do with race, just never entered my mind. Now I found myself having a on going affair with one and loved every moment.



First Affair



It is about one hour before my son Joe, his friend Randy, and my husband and I are due to go out to dinner. I just came from the nail shop, having both a manicure and pedicure and my nails polished a bright deep red. I am sitting on a stool in my shower shaving my arms, legs and of course my pussy. When I am done shaving, I grab the hand held pulsating showerhead and begin to rinse myself off. I turn the water on hot and rinse my pussy and I do not want to take the showerhead away, it feels so good. I stick one and then two fingers in my hot twat and rub my enlarged clit with my thumb. After about three minutes of this I feel my orgasm nearing, I get off the stool and sit on the floor of the shower, as when I orgasm, I have no control over anything and I do not want to hurt myself when I spasm. As I come, I release what seems to be a gallon of pussy juice. 

As I begin to calm down, I here the phone ringing. Wrapping a towel around my body, I quickly answer the phone. It is my husband. He tells me he is stuck at work, will be working very late, and being as he has a bed and shower at the office, he will stay there tonight. He tells me to go ahead and take the kids out to dinner and he will be home tomorrow. For the last three or fours month, my husband's sexual appetite seems to be waning and he has been spending more and more time at the office. I strongly suspect that my husband is having as affair as his overnights at work have grown from once or twice a month to a couple of times a week. I met my husband in college, as I had a scholarship for volleyball. His family was very much against our dating and getting married as his family is super rich and I come from a lower income, two family income, working home. When we were married I signed a pre-nup as I thought I was Cinderella and he was Prince Charming. I had one lover before I met my husband, and have been faithful. But lately I find myself fantasizing about a young lover while masturbating and daydreaming. I have no thoughts of leaving my husband, as he supports me financially beyond my wildest dreams 

So here I am, clad in only a towel having just taken a shower , pondering my situation. I am 39 years old, in excellent shape. I had by boobs done a couple of years ago, and know I am a 36D, with a 26 inch waist and am told my best features are my ass and legs. I have natural red hair down to the middle of my back without the pale complexion that most redheads have. I spend 4 hours a week with a personal trainer at the gym, and when there are times when I hate her, but when I look in the mirror I know she is worth it.

So I am now in my bedroom, deciding what to wear. I am sitting on the edge of the bed and light up a Marlboro Light 100 , sipping a glass of wine. Taking a long drag off my cigarette, and walk over to my underwear drawer, and pull out a very brief red thong, matching garter belt and a one cup size too small push up bra., all from Victoria's Secret. I find a pair of red fine mesh seamed nylons. I grab my cigarette, head for the bathroom. I wear very little makeup and apply what is needed with an off red eye shadow. Back in the bedroom, I light another cigarette and begin getting dressed. I pick out a pale greenish skirt that stops about three inches above my knees. I then pick out a darker green blouse that matches my eyes. I apply crimson red lip gloss, that matches my manicure and pedicure perfectly. I leave a button undone, to allow some cleavage to show, as my tits are practically falling out of the bra.

Lighting another cigarette with about ten minutes left before Joe and Randy are due to arrive, I grab a pair of four inch spiked patent red stilettos and head downstairs. I

I find a classic rock station on the cable, check the fridge (plenty of beer and wine and a tray of snacks.) I grab my shoes and head to the downstairs bathroom to brush my teeth, gargle and apply one last touch of lip gloss as the doorbell rings. I open the door, and there stands Randy. He then informs me that Joe had to stay at school to finish a term paper. 

"Gee Randy, it looks like it just you and I. Won't you come in. I will be ready in a minute. Help yourself to the fridge."

He asks, "Would you like to cancel and reschedule when we are all able to go?"

I giggle "There's nothing like being all dressed up with nowhere to go."

I head to the kitchen and ask Randy if he would like something to drink. He says a beer will be fine and I grab a beer for him and pour myself a white wine."

When I return to the den, I sit on the couch next to Randy. He asks if he can smoke and I tell him sure, and reach for my pack of Marlboros. Randy offers to light my cigarette and I lean over and he gets and eyeful of my 36ds in their skimpy little bra. He moves closer, so we share the ashtray. As we sit and sip our drinks and smoke , we make small talk about this and that, and then I decide I am going to have to have some of this young man. Randy is about 6' 1", average build, but has the most amazing blue eyes.

"Where would you like to go for dinner?" I ask. 

"Its up to you," he replies.

"Or we can just stay here. There is plenty of food and snacks. We can just stay in and watch a movie."

"That would be great," he tells me.

I get up and go into the kitchen. "I am making myself a martini. Would you care to join me?

" No thanks but I would love another beer."

I fix my martini, and go around in the kitchen with my heels tapping to the tile floor, unbutton another button on my blouse, grab him a beer and return to the living room.

As I sit down closer to him, my skirt hikes up and I make no move to pull in down and I know Randy can see the top of my nylons and garter straps. I then make a big deal of using a compact to reapply my lip gloss. I take out another cigarette, and ask for a light, giving Randy a super view of my tits. After I inhale there is lipstick on the filter.

I look down there is a bulge in his pants and as I look, I ask "Like what you see?"

"What's not to like?" he replies." 

I scoot over next to him. He puts him arm around me and gives me a kiss. Deciding to leave no doubt about what was on my mind, I slip my tongue into his mouth and he returns the gesture. Soon he is starting to kiss my neck and I unbutton my blouse to give him better access. He moves down the front of my chest, stopping at the top of my breasts as he unclasps my bra. He then starts to play with one nipple, while greedily sucking the other. The young man suck on my nipple like a starving infant. He then proceeded to lay me down on the sofa, undoing my skirt. He continues to play with one tit while his other hand in rubbing my pussy through my thong. I then ask him to unclasp my garter belt and he then proceed to pull my thong off.

"Oh fuck, what a beautiful body."

I can only moan in response as he teases his way down towards my steaming cunt.

"Shit, lick my pussy, lick my pussy please," I cry. 

He continues to tease and when his tongue lick up and down my slit, I am moaning. 
"Tell what you want"

"I want to cum, I need to cum," I reply. "My clit, lick my clit."

He continues licking me from the top of my pussy to my asshole, never touching my aching love button.

"Oh God, please lick my clitty."

He finally move up and starts to tease my clit, Licking up and down my pussy, He puts a finger in my pussy and starts in on my clit. I am nearly insane, wanting to feel his tongue on my clit.

He finally lick my clit and I scream for joy. "Oh my God, I'm going to cum. Lick me, fuck me. Omygod here it comes. Yes, yes, yes." My climax hits and am screaming and moaning, writhing like a snake as he holds me down and continues with his oral assault until my orgasm subsides. He lights us both a cigarette as I quickly reapply lip gloss

"I need to take the nylons off, and when I am done, you will be begging for mercy," I tease him. "Get your clothes off. I am going to give to the blowjob of your life and then fuck you all night..." I am very pleased to see a nice large cock, easily the biggest dick I have ever seen, much less fuck or suck, hard as a rock, waiting for me.

"I have never begged for mercy, but you are cordially invited to try," he coos.

I have just put on more lipstick and I am going to see if I can leave a lipstick kiss at the base of you cock, as I take his cock into my smoke filled mouth with one gulp, deep throating him. I pull back and begin to lick furiously on his cockhead. I realize he has become plenty aroused while eating me, so I know he is hot and horny. I alternate between deep throating him and using my tongue on his cock, trying to get my tongue into his pee hole.

"Oh my God, that feels so good. Shit don't ever stop.'I reach under him and begin playing with his asshole with one hand, squeezing the bottom of his cock with the other.

"Please make me cum, please." I then start to insert my finger up his ass.

"Oh shit, oh fuck, oh dear" as he begins bucking up and down on the couch. I feel his balls start to tense up.

"I'm gonna cum, oh here it comes, don't stop, please don't stop," as I feel the first squirt of cum in my mouth. Randy is moaning and bucking as I lick the tip of his cock, swallowing every drop. 

We both lay there, exhausted for the moment. I then sit up light another cigarette and wander naked into the kitchen to get us something to drink. I grab two beers and return, sitting on Randy's lap as we have a cigarette and relax for a few moments.

As I am applying more lipstick, Randy says he's glad the police weren't there as I had made so much noise screaming and begging.

"You weren't so quiet yourself ," I reply. I feel his cock under me, beginning tp come back to life. "You have a great cock and I hope you know how to use it."

With that, I slide down off his lap, onto the floor , take one last drag on my Marlboro, and again swallow his cock whole.

"Suck my cock for two or three minutes, and it will get super hard and it will stay hard for a while."

MMMMMMM.

Soon his cock is rock hard. I climb back on the sofa, and guide his cock into my pussy. I begin humping up and down. He is massaging my tits and I maneuver around so when I ride all the way up, my pussy feels almost empty and then I slam back down, taking him in to the hilt. After a few moments, I crawl off, get on all fours.

"Give me that cock, fill my cunt with your cock. Fuck me, fuck me."

He slams his cock into my pussy, reaching around to caress by sensitive clit. 

"I cannot believe how this feels. Give me more, I want all of it baby, fuck me, fuck me."

"Don't worry baby, just keep bucking back. Shit your pussy is so soft and sweet. I love the feel of your cunt trying to suck me dry."

After a few more moments, he stops, turns me over, and sinks his hard pole deep in my pussy. By this time I am a quivering, ranting and raving lunatic, begging for him to fuck me and fuck me hard. I feeling another orgasm building inside of me, and I am screaming for more of his cock as he continues to fuck me long and hard. I start my orgasm and I feel my juices really flowing. Again I am begging and screaming. Soon, my orgasm starts to subside.

"I'm going to come again," Randy cries. "Fuck, here it comes," I scissor my legs, locking my ankles around his waist as he pounds into me. He is bouncing up and down, lifting my ass of the sofa. I not care.

"Give me your cum. I want every last fucking drop. Fuck me."

"Take it all baby, take all of my come," as he shoots what seems to be another quart of cum deep in my pussy.

We collapse, bodies entwined, his cock still inside of me, as my cunt involuntarily spasm and continues to milk his cock. I am in pure post orgasmic bliss as we just lay there, marveling and the magnifegence of what we have just experienced. After a moment, I begin the stir, and I feel Randy's cock slipping out of me. As I stand up, I feel juices flowing out of my pussy, running down my leg. I walk over the end table, grab a Marlboro 100 and walk into the kitchen. 

"We need to eat something nutritional," I suggest as he walks up behind me, wraps his arms around me, nuzzling my neck. I look in the fridge and there are some leftovers. "Want me to nuke that and we can take a short break."

"Okay, but not too long," he chuckles. I go the downstairs bathroom, grab a very short robe, and wrap it around me. I don't want to catch cold," I tease.

He just looks hungrily at me and then asks, "Will you put your stilettos back on? I love a woman in high heels, especially one with legs like yours." I grin as I go back to the couch and slip into my shoes. "I just love those heels. If I can only look, might as well improve the scenery.

We sit at the counter and quickly devour our dinner and head back to the sofa. I grab my cigarettes, crook a finger at him and say, "You have looked long enough. Lets go upstairs. I just have to have your cock in my ass." I light another cigarette and walk to the stairs, seductively shaking my ass. In my best Mae West imitation, as we are walking up the stairs, I ask him, "Do you have enough left to fuck my ass? Can you fill my ass with cum. I absolutely adore a cock in my ass, but I have never encountered a cock quite like yours."

"Are you wearing out?" he teases. 

"No its just that you have been here for over two hours, and I have had two gut wrenching climaxes, and I want more, more, more."

"Well maam, I'll do my best and see what happens." 

"Do I get to suck that thing again? I ask hopefully, as I reach into the night stand and grab the KY Jelly and pour it into a small bowl on the nightstand. I then push him back on the bed and put a small pillow under the small of his back, giving me access to both his cock and ass. I touch up my lipstick, continuing to smoke my cigarette. and slide over until my face is even with his ass.

"Have you ever had a prostate massage?" I ask innocently.

"No, but I have a feeling I'm going to get one now and love it."

"You can't come now, I need that thing deep in my ass. I will give do a short one to get your cock very hard."

I inhale the smoke, and blow it up in the air. I then move up his body, until my muff is on his mouth.

"Here is your dessert. Enjoy."

As I go down on him, I inhale the smell unmistakable smell of sex juices, as I again start trying to shove my tongue up his pee hole. I grab hold of his ass, and suck his cock deep in my throat. I then rub the KY on my forefinger, and then slip my finger into his ass to about the second knuckle. I then wiggle around and find his prostate. He jumps, almost choking me with his dick.

Again, he licks up and down my slit, his forefinger on my clit. I am off to the races again. I feel like a sex starved nympho, which I guess is what I am at this point. I pull my finger out and start to concentrate on his forefinger on my cunt and pussy, and Iagain, from s

Deep within me, I get that heavenly feeling.

I spit his penis out and start screaming again. "Oh shit, I'm going to come again. Lick my pussy. Put your tongue on my clit." He then deftly slips two fingers into my pussy, as his tongue teases my clit.

Again I am screaming in joy as I feel my juices release as I have another climax. Randy is having a difficult time keeping me lined up on top of him, as I am writhing and shaking. He immediately turns me over and tells me to lock my ankles around his neck. He then lifts me up and puts the small pillow under the small of my back. He the dips into the KY bowl. Puts some lube on his cock and then puts first one, then two oily fingers into my back hole.

"Fuck my ass. Put that big wonderful cock all the way up my ass."

He then puts the head of his cock into my ass. He then proceeds to slowly and agonizingly pushing his cock into me until he is buried to the hilt.

"Now fuck me, fuck my ass hard. I want your cum in my ass." He pulls almost all he way out, puts some lube on his cock and slams into me. I bury my head in the pillow next to headboard and push back, enabling his rock hard cock deeper penetration. He reaches around and starts rubbing my clit while continuing to jackhammer my back hole. 

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, FUCK MEEEEEEEE. FUCK MY BUTT. DON'T STOP, Oh my God, I'm going to cum again. DEEEEEPER, MORE, OF FUCK HERE I COME."

Randy eases up a bit, letting me fully enjoy my orgasm, and a soon as it begins to wane, he back to jackhammering away at my ass.

"Come for me Baby, shoot that hot cum deep in my ass. Fuck me, oh God I love it."

"Get ready because here I come. I am going to unload in your ass. Keep fucking, yes, AAAAHHHHH."

As we lay in each other's arms, the bed soaked with sweat, both of us exhausted. We lay there for about 20 minutes, and he begins to nuzzle my neck and tweak my right nipple. I look at the clock and see that is almost midnight. I tell Randy that we need to shower and he needs to go home, but return as soon as we can arrange it. I explain this is my first extramarital affair and do not want the neighbors to see a strange car in front of the house all night. We hop in the shower, have a furious kiss and off he goes. I have a feeling he'll be back.

To be continued.



First Affair



Friday, 7:30 PM to Saturday 9:30 AM.

I am retired but still quite active: I actually lost thirty pounds after I quit working; most people gain a few. I am fit, healthy, sexually excitable and sexually exciting. The last part is true, especially after what happened four days ago.

As I write this, my husband is out on a manufactured journey. Manufactured or contrived? Semantics don't matter. We are apart to sort out the past few days. This Chapter is from the time I met Rex until the following morning, when I went back for more.

Friday, 7:30 PM. The Beginning

We don't go out as much as we should. Few couples do, and we had fallen into the evening rut of TV news, Jeopardy, one or two series (taped or live), more wine than we should drink, and bed. Friday evening, though, we had tickets to political meeting/art show/fund raiser for one of our causes. Venue was an old church downtown. Drinks were reasonable, food sparse, weather awful. Temperatures had been close to triple digits (F) for days and Mother Nature was venting her fury in the form of violent thunderstorms, with high winds and golf ball size hail. We were en route when the rain slacked somewhat. Karl insisted on not paying for parking, so we left the car blocks away and made a run for it, to the church. I was a bit wet and a larger bit grumpy by the time we arrived. 

We had our complimentary cocktails and settled in. A few minutes into the musicians' gig, Karl went for another drink. A man of about my age came up to me and offered to buy me a drink. Karl did not come to my rescue. I said ok and the guy appeared ten seconds later with a replacement glass of white wine. He had noticed what I was having and had already gotten my favorite. Sweet! We tried chit-chat for a few minutes, over the hubbub. His name is Rex. He commented that band was bad and it was noisy, the politics stale, so would I mind stepping into the anteroom to talk? The doors had closed and we took advantage of the opportunity to speak, not shout. How much of an opportunity, I would find out soon enough. He was way taller than me; nattily dressed in tan khaki slacks and an Oxford shirt, boat shoes, no socks. While we talked, he did not face me full on, but rather turned his body a bit sideways. I think he didn't want to come on too strong, but I felt him gazing at me: my hips, my tits, and my hair. Rex smiled easily and tried to get closer every time I would explain this or that about myself or my life. He seemed genuinely fascinated by my former teaching career. He touched me every time he felt like he wanted to ask a question about school. Later, he told me he wanted to collect more of my aura, my aroma and my spirit. He was a widower, in town for a conference starting Monday. He got bored and took a walk and ended up here. Much later I learned he was the president of his organization and was a major authority on his craft. He would be giving the keynote address. His company was so appreciative of his skills that he was given the few days off prior to the meeting, to prepare and settle himself in. He was modest about his accomplishments. Rex was staying at the swankiest hotel, four blocks from where we met. Rex complimented me not on my weight loss, but how easily I moved. He asked about my marriage, my love life, if we slowed down at all, yet. I told him my husband Karl was retired, older than me and not in as good a shape as I was. "Hmmm. I have my answer." he said. I quickly told him I had never been unfaithful. Yes, I like sex. Yes, I wish there was more. 

In no time it was intermission! We knew we had skipped the opening part and needed to return to the auction: we had to 'swim upstream' against the tide of people moving outside for fresh air or a smoke. I went first; Rex guided me with his hand gently on my backside for support. I had almost made it inside when a giant of a woman ran right into me! I tittered backward and Rex caught me, but his hand, previously resting on my butt, went straight for the gap between my cheeks. His fingers almost touched my pussy and I loved it! We got inside and there was husband. I apologized and introduced Rex. They shook hands warily but neither caused a scene. 

Rex knew how to talk to women, but he knew how to charm the gents as well. He had Karl talking about fishing, the historical areas around, politics and even whiskeys. Rex owns a vintage Miata convertible, one year younger than ours. They guffawed when they learned that each had their Mazdas painted the same color: British Racing Green. Karl hung on every word of Steven's insights into restoration. Steven got a lecture on our local heritage. 

When the event ended, Rex invited us back to his hotel bar for a nightcap. Neither husband nor I was sure what to say. I guess the liquor did the talking, because we agreed. Our car was six or seven blocks one way, the hotel four the other. We agreed that Karl would go back and get our car; Rex loaned him the parking garage card that was previously useless; my new guy and I would walk back and husband would join us at the bar. 

We held hands and spoke in hushed tones, secretly sharing our feelings. I made a comment about being picked up by a stranger. He responded that he had never picked up a 'lady of the night' before. "I'm not a lady of the night." "But you can kiss like one? Give it a try." The embrace lingered longer than I thought it should, just flirting. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I took it and did a sucking thing like I do with Karl's tongue, pretending it is his dick. Rex said, "You could be a whore if you wanted. You are good at kissing and listening." We walked on. I told him I had never slept with another guy. "Tonight is as close as I had ever gotten." For a while, I thought I was on a job interview to be a lady of the night. We chatted about our sexual experiences. Yes, we watch porn, but I only like the ones with a plot. No, I had never seen an uncut penis; but for clinical purposes, I would be curious. Yes, I shaved 'down there'. My husband and I had toyed with the pillow talk idea of a threesome, but we would never act on it. He understood. "Lots of guys imagine their wives playing around. It is a turn-on for both spouses. Each gets something out of the fresh relationship." Rex had allowed his wife several dalliances and it made their marriage even stronger. It was not love, not exactly lust, just the intense feeling of making someone else cum. He was using language that was getting rougher. 

The hotel bar was crowded. Rex explained that Thursdays and Friday nights were the busiest for these establishments. Conventioneers were done with their business and bags were packed for the flight home in the morning. For those out-of-towners looking for IT, this was the last chance to find IT. We found a small table in the back, enough for two persons, two drinks and a bowl of pretzels. 

Karl arrived, found us in our corner. Karl had to find a vacant chair and bring it back to our space. I kept my seat and Rex did too, so Karl sat in front of us. Rex had already ordered a whiskey for Karl and then another, so there were two very expensive whiskeys waiting. That calmed him down. We three spoke like old friends. I admit I enjoyed the attention of two virile men, competing for my attention. 

Rex was first to excuse himself to the rest room. When he was out of earshot, I told my husband what a great time I was having. "Do you want it to go further?" he asked. That premium whiskey must have gone straight to his powers of reasoning. I was aghast! Then I thought about it: Rex had been touching me all evening, making suggestive comments, inquiring as to my life and routines. It was my husband who started such talk months ago. Was this the night? Karl asked that if anything does happen, would I tell him all about it. The ball was in my court. 

When Rex came back, Karl excused himself. Again, he was gone much too long. Rex suggested we do some cuddling, feeling me up, and whispering in my ear in front of him. If Rex didn't get punched in the face, we might carry this upstairs, to his room. I was game.

The plan worked. I had not felt so alive in years as to when I was making out, being petted, teased, hugged that night, in front of my approving husband. Trite to say 'electric', but we were all three charged up!

Rex looked Karl in the eye and said that Karl was a very lucky guy. Few men have such beautiful, intelligent, lively spouses. He would like to borrow me for a while, if he didn't mind. The deal was done!

We separated. Steven and I got on the elevator; Karl stayed at the bar to finish his drinks. We agreed I would find Karl later, either at the bar in the car in the parking lot. 

Two AM had come and gone before we got home.

Saturday morning, 8:45 AM.

The summer weather pattern where we live is predictable: five to seven days of beastly hot, humid air, then awful thunderstorms like last night. A merciful respite of low 80's, breezy weather follows: the best of days. 

He slept late. I was up first, actually at dawn. I slipped out of bed and wrote this to Karl.

You wanted to know what happened. This is what happened.

Unlike Lot's wife, I did not look back as Rex and I walked out of the bar. I had a feeling of de-ja vu from fighting upstream at the theatre intermission. Again, Rex steered me with his palm on my butt. I'll tell you about the obnoxious woman later. This time Rex intentionally but slightly inserted his palm into my cheeks. After we got on the elevator, he immediately began to kiss the back of my neck. I melted. Another couple asked if we were on our honeymoon. I said, "Second Honeymoon". Sorry! Lol!

He opened the door to his room, took the DO NOT DISTURB sign and hung it outside. Then he double-locked the door. It occurred to me that Rex had removed the parking garage card from its sheath (Gawd, now there is a metaphor to break the mood) before handing it to Karl. So Karl could not have found us, even if he tried. 

Rex did not have a room: he had a suite, on the top floor. He asked a favor. He wanted to keep my panties. I had taken them off while we were sitting at the table in the bar. All you saw was my kind-of twisting while we talked. Rex had whispered for me to remove them and I did. I handed them to him under the table and he held on to them in his hand while we three talked. He actually had to change hands to shake hands good bye. So sensitive to the feelings of others!

In the living room, I felt like we were on a first date, with the sexual experimenting. He sat; I stood still. It was awkward. Rex asked if I needed anything. He meant a drink or snack from the mini-bar. I immediately said "Yes, I need to use the bathroom." I had not peed or anything else, even freshened up, since leaving the theatre. En route to the bathroom, Rex told me, no, ordered me, to not take off any of my clothes until I returned. Someone had to be in control and it was going to be him. 

When I got back to the sitting room, he had poured two glasses of Pellegrino water. I was so glad he didn't try to ply me with alcohol. Ever the gentleman! He approached me from behind and asked me how long it had been since someone undressed me. I said that Karl helps sometimes. "No, no. How long since you've been totally disrobed by a suitor?" He told me I deserved a kiss for each button. The small jacket came first. Two buttons, two kisses. Each lingered a long time, one on each side of my neck, starting just below the earlobe and continuing to the blouse collar. The blouse has seven buttons: this meant two ears, from still standing behind me; two shoulders, two spots just behind my armpit got not only kissed but bitten. I never knew that part of my body would be so sensitive. The nape of my neck got a kiss, a bite, and a gentle rub with both of his thumbs. I was amazed at how deftly he loosened my bra and in the same motion, turned me around to face him. My tits were just out there, the areola turning redder by the second. He bent down to kiss my right one and I said, "NO!" Rex looked confused, then a smile started at the corner of his mouth and he understood. "More buttons needed, sir, before I can allow you to continue." He smiled and knelt before me. He took off my shoes; sorry, no buttons. My skirt had one button, on the side. That finished my disrobing. He went back to my titties. He spread his thumb and forefinger across the white part, a little off the nipple. He spread the skin a lot more and my nipple flattened out. Wow! That exposed my already sensitive nerve tips even more. He licked it, pulled it with his lips and nibbled. He could tell when one breast had had enough. The other breast got similar treatment. Both hands then on one tit: large left hand around the base, the fingers of the right, pulling at the nipple, squeezing/twisting my most sensitive nipple. 

Then onto his knees, where he took his time. 

He stayed down there, put his cheek against my belly and started to stroke my right side, from beltline down to knee. Then came the tongue, across my belly, about where the hair would have grown. Back and forth, back and forth as his fingertips stroked my left upper leg. His tongue and his fingers reached my pussy at about the same time. No one had ever been that good; never have I felt so stimulated. He lubricated his fingers moisture from his mouth and his mouth salivated on the hood of my clitoris. He was finger- fucking my pussy. I had to stop; we had to stop. He understood. 

You always say that I should reciprocate when we do things to each other. We adjourned to the bedroom, with its king-size bed, beautiful mountain view, curtains open to the breeze and a man I was going to fuck. Sorry, but remember no details about the next few minutes, while I did the same for him, button for button for kiss for kiss. Anatomically, uncut men are different: aroma, appearance, allure. I like them. 

Rex is big, really big. How big? A couple of days later, just before our last tryst, had we found a ruler, I would have measured him. I am not a tiny lady, but no Amazon either. Could that thing really fit inside me? The girth of his dick was almost as thick as my wrist, long enough to get both hands on it (not around it: too thick, again) and still be able to see the lump of a dickhead beneath its cover. Friends in college called him Beer Can, for obvious reasons. I pulled down with both hands and the head appeared, bright red and leaking pre-cum already. I pulled back with both hands. Rough, dry, needing lubrication. He told me to spit on my hands, rub them together and then try again. It worked. Next time, I collected pre-cum and mixed that in. Next time, I got a good bit of moisture in my mouth and licked the tip, then put the whole head in my mouth. I was rewarded with the taste of more cum. His whole dick tasted different, muskier, more masculine than your's. I have always insisted on being squeaky clean before you go down on me and I insist you do the same. Rex's dick and balls had been in his pants for hours. I didn't mind at all. The aroma of his thick hair, large balls, and a hint of something else gave me courage to try to deep throat him. 

I could get the head into my mouth and some of the shaft, but no more. I concentrated on technique. I licked his balls, then his shaft from base to tip. Then pop the head into my mouth, wrap my lips around the tip, flick the bottom of his dick with my tongue and rub my lips back and forth over the ridge of his enormous bulb. When you go to the gym to work out, trainers say that you should do ten reps (repetitions) to be effective. I took their advice and did at least ten trips from near his asshole to the bulb and back. 

We were ready. He took me missionary style and I watched that shaft disappear slowly into my body. Inside me a little ways, then slowly out. He withdrew completely and rubbed the tip atop my hood. Then he pushed my hood up with his dick and rubbed my clit. "Tell me to put it back in." I did; I begged; I could not exist without it. No one mentioned ladies of the night. Instead, he called me his whore, his married slut wife, his fucking property. He now owned my pussy. I had to tell him it belonged to him and only him. If I didn't say it, he wasn't going to stick his long, fat pole into me.

He did this "Tell me" stuff twice more. I complied twice more. Then I started fucking him. He raised up a bit and I moved my pelvis up and down, up and down, jerking him off with my cunt. Rex was not a porn star: he lasted less than five minutes, maybe a dozen more strokes and he was cumming, cumming, cumming. My pussy was on fire. Our juices spurted, flowed, mingled. Suddenly, I could not stop. We flipped over and I mounted him. He was still hard as a rock and I took him, mastered him, controlled him until I could not cum any longer. We lay there, panting, sweating.

Now it was his turn to use the bathroom. I just lay there. When he returned, it was with a warm washcloth to clean me up. We finished our Pellegrino and cuddled. I told him I wanted to study his uncircumcised dick. He said he had never played 'doctor' as a kid and wanted to inspect my private parts as well. I got on top of him and realized just how 69 was done right. The veins on his dick were large, the skin so smooth, the colors a panorama of light skin tone to dark, suntanned shaft. Pull back on the sheath and see the purple head. The balls moved by themselves. 

Rex's inspection garnered questions of his own, about lady-parts in general. . He said he knew that women's outer lips were sensitive, but the inner ones more so. He experimented. He used his lips to pull at one outer, then the other. He said I was getting redder. No shit! Then the inner lips, redder still, I knew. Then he tongued my vaginal opening, circling the opening. He used his fingers to hold me open and pushed the hood of my clitoris up. When his lips touched my clit, I exploded. He was hard again too.

As Rex stood in front of me, ready to impregnate me again, I marveled at how long and big and thick a man can be. I had been able to accept that thing into my pussy all the way to the base and feel those balls rubbing against my asshole as he had poked, grinded and stroked me to orgasm. I wanted more. 

Rex got back on top of me. The second fuck was languid, purposeful, as though his long, thick dick was having a conversation with my pussy. In and out, to one side then the other, way deep then just at my opening. My pussy talked to his dick as well, agreeing on certain moves, not acknowledging others, more probing, an intense discussion. His hands assisted his dick head by grabbing my titties, squeezing them, pinching my nipples, kneading them. Then those paws attacked the cheeks of my ass, lifting me up off the mattress. That made the talk become a violent debate and each of our genitals tried to outshout the other. 

Later we debated who was the loudest. I took first prize for volume and conceded length of scream to Rex. 

I had to leave the hotel, get back to my husband, Rex wanted me to spend the night. Rex has never seen me sans makeup and probably never will. I said something about keeping my husband waiting too long. Rex was not insensitive, actually practical, when he said that our hotel time (a little over three hours) would give Karl enough time to have the alcohol run through his system. Our evening did not end in a DUI. So thoughtful of Rex to consider Karl's well-being. . I put the DO NOT DISTURB sign in my purse as a souvenir.

Spooky, to say the least. I got a cell phone call early Saturday morning. I didn't even know Rex had my number. Well, in a way, he 'had my number'. He wanted to see me again. I could tell he was smitten. He thanked me for such a wonderful evening. He wanted to know if the green Miata convertible story was true. If so, he wanted to see it. I was to pick him up at the hotel at 11 AM. "Just tell Karl what you are going to do. TELL him to check out the car. Make sure you find something that needs done to it first, even if the car is in show-room condition. Rex said I must start taking control of my romancing: follow my desires. Let Karl know that there was a new man in town: I was going to fuck him and be fucked by him. Have Karl ready the Miata for you. Tell him we will have a surprise for him when we get back Sunday evening." Rex was bold, brazen, demanding. I loved it. I still love Karl (of course), but Rex brings out the naughty side of me. It is that submissive side I want to see much more of.




First Affair



Karl and I had not talked about last night. It takes him longer to sober up and think straight after a night of drinking like he had last night. All told, I had consumed two wines at the theatre and two more at the bar, one drink per hour for four hours. So after a night of moderate drinking and wildly satisfying sex, I felt pretty good. I felt no hangover, no remorse, no guilt. 

I woke my husband up with a kiss, a coffee and his marching orders. I told Karl I was taking Rex on a tour, so 'gas up the car, check the oil, wash it and be back by 10:30'. He did! 

If Karl had taken a stand, I would have backed down, but he didn't. I was off for a Saturday drive in the country with my new lover, a rendezvous, a night of being fucked senseless. Sunday would be another day.

I was just out of the neighborhood when my phone rang: HOME. So Karl was growing a set of balls. Too late! I would quickly disabuse him of his thoughts of calling me back. 

My side of the conversation: "So I am the one who 'lost touch of reality'? Listen, last night, at the bar, someone mentioned beer. I told you guys I never liked the taste of it. Rex asked me if I liked wine and I said yes. We started to talk about the movie SIDEWAYS, when you cut in to praise India Pale Ale! You just don't listen. Read my letter. We will be home tomorrow, I promise."



First Affair Ch. 02



At the tick of appointed clock, I drove my husband Karl's top-down British Racing Green Mazda Miata convertible right up to the Welcome Center at the hotel. Rex was waiting alongside a porter. Both approached my car: Rex beaming and porter lugging a two small wicker baskets and a blanket. Rex directed that the picnic be fitted behind the seats. He knew one large picnic basket would never fit: so thoughtful! Rex asked if I needed anything from my overnight bag. No, so Rex handed it to the bellhop. Rex asked to drive and I did not mind. All I got was a peck on the cheek and off we went.

Our capital is on the smaller side, so in no time we were in the rolling hills, heading nowhere. Below 50 mph, we could talk, so we cruised the back roads. I told Rex Karl and I had met in college, him on an ROTC Air Force scholarship. We tied the knot the following graduation. He made a career in the Air Force. I talked about the strains of being a teacher, a military wife. Now Karl had his car, his garage, his extensive fishing gear, and his service-related groups. He is president of a large retired officers association and sometimes travels. He refused to call his room a man-cave, thinking it vulgar. I had my sewing, my kitchen, my ancestry research. Karl and I shared household and yard duties. Neither liked to garden. We have always had a pool service and maid service. Life was good. As I told Rex last night, we do not go out enough. Karl and I both were getting a little stale. Rex asked if we were financially secure and I said that I think so; Karl does the bills. That got a "hmm", his only response to my description of a thirty-year marriage. 

Rex suggested that we find a quiet place for a picnic. I recalled a grassy area, with a stand of trees, north of town. Karl and I had not been there for a while. The place is secluded, quiet and not well known. When the interstate was built, the road became a dead-end, accessible to those who don't mind an adventurous series of dips, hills and hairpins. I was sure the teenagers use it at night, but daytime deserted. Karl started to refuse to drive the last mile of dusty dirt road, concerned about damage to his vehicle. Rex had already proven his ability to handle the s-curves. We took the road less traveled, even though it was dirt and gravel. I didn't catch the connection between Rex using Karl's pride-and-joy car with Rex's using me as well. The glade was remote. Perfect. 

Rex is from 'out west', he said. His wife passed away ten years ago and he threw himself into his work, a field that was non-existent a few years. He lived alone: his black lab had to be put down this past December and he was shopping around for another pet, but she had to be 'perfect'. 

Rex had a concern that he would only share if I promised to try to understand. I said I would try. It seems that this trip to our military-industrial based capital was more than a convention for him. If things worked out, he could be transferred here as part of his company's larger plans. How would Karl adjust to having a wife with a lover? Karl did not hesitate to loan me Rex last night. He had been pillow talking about sharing me for a while. I know he visited those wife-swapping picture and movie websites, as well as his browsing the on-line ads. Would Karl ever let me do something like that? Could our marriage survive? 

Ever interested in my thoughts, Rex asked me about last night. Did I enjoy it? I said I loved it, had not felt so alive in years. Rex brought out the animal in me. However, I said that when he demanded that I tell him that his dick was bigger, better than Karl's, I was startled. I went along with the ruse because I really was enjoying myself and I was not going to stop. Rex said he understood and we can talk about it anytime. 

We spread the picnic blanket under the trees, in the shade. We shared one Panini and drank a whole bottle of Krug Grand Cuvee. I had never tasted a twenty-year old champagne. Rex knows his wine: he said it was the difference between fresh tuna and tuna in a can. Neither of us wanted to over-stuff ourselves, so most of the lunch was saved for later. 

By the time Rex served the dessert salad, we were in direct sunlight. I said I was getting warm and asked that we move into the new shade. Rex countered with a wish to see my tits by sunlight. "Only if I can see that beautiful prick of yours with those magnificent balls glowing in the sun as well." My pussy was next to be bargained for. He won. 

The sequence of events that happened next should happen to everyone at least once. I don't consider myself an exhibitionist or nudist or nature-lover. Yet to relax on your back and bathe all-over in direct sunlight, feeling the breeze, the adoring gaze of another one's body is a pleasure I never knew existed. I opened my genitals to the world, and Rex. The music of the insects, the sound a stray airplane flying overhead, the birds chattering, the hum of traffic in the distance created a cone of privacy, just for us.

Rex must have felt something similar, because he began to get aroused. He told me to roll over. The voice was a tad more demanding than I thought necessary, given the situation, but I complied. Now my bare ass was in plain view. He stroked my shoulders, rubbing his fingers down my spine. When he grazed the sides of my tits, my whole body felt it and thirsted for more. Either the wine or the sun or the mood sent me into a state of complete relaxation, submission. Rex knelt behind me and spread my legs. I knew what was going to happen. I raised myself onto my knees and buried my head in the blanket. Rex must have licked his fingers because when they came into contact with my outer lips, I shuddered. Gently, gently he stroked my upturned pussy. He said he promised himself last night, when we were in a 69, that he was going to memorize every fold, every little piece of my cunt. I flinched when he said, "cunt". He sensed that and, again, more sternly than necessary, said "It is a cunt. A cunt that needs to be fucked."

I said no more; I enjoyed the attention. Two fingers went into my vagina and probed for my g-spot. I unashamedly wiggled my ass. They don't call it doggy-style for no reason! Then a finger in my asshole. Oops, maybe that went going too far. I crawled forward a bit as a hint for him to remove that finger. He moved up as well and inserted two fingers into my ass. I relaxed, let him have his way. 

Rex had this fingering style of massaging my hood, moving across it with a wet finger. He must have gone to the gym and learned about any exercise needing ten reps. Finally, he uncovered my clitoris and pulled. He told me it was a woman's counterpart to a man's dick. If so, I saw why Karl and Rex liked me to rub the underside of the head. Rex was jerking me off!

He sensed that I was ready. He approached me with that long, thick pole. Last night, Rex had said his nickname in college was Beer Can. Karl drinks the 16 ounce Budweiser that his friends call 'man beers'. So forever, Rex's nickname to me was going to be 'Manbeer'. He slipped it in and I could feel my vaginal opening stretching to accept him. He shoved and suddenly he was all the way inside me. He gripped my hipbones and sawed his dick up and down (how many reps I do not know), then sideways. I was close. He pulled out. I thrust back at him. "Who has a bigger dick, me or Karl?" Stupid question, but I answered. We resumed. I was close again. "Who fucks you better?" Again, stupid question at the moment, but I answered. "Who owns this pussy?" I knew Rex did and I admitted it. I yelled, "Just keep fucking, God dammit!" I am sure my climax had caused a major earthquake somewhere, probably in China on the other side of the world. 

Rex was not through. He dismounted and got on his hands and knees. He told me to lie down and put my face between his knees, both our bodies pointing in one direction. This put me looking right up at his dangling balls and still hard dick. I was to suck it, pull on it, even bend it backwards, jerk it, suck it some more. His long, thick shaft was glistening with our juices. I did as I was told and was rewarded with fast spurts of cum. I tried to turn my head to avoid the shots, but Rex moved his knees together to trap my head. He told me to put the dick in my mouth and swallow it all. There would be no discussion. I put Manbeer in my mouth, locked my lips around the large bulb and accepted his cum. I swallowed twice and a sticky stream ran down my cheek. Rex opened his knees and wiped his hot dick across my cheeks, back and forth. "Put it back in your mouth," he ordered. His dick was getting soft, so I could relax my jaw and get most of it in. Rex stretched and lowered his body onto my face, crushing my head, mouth full of his dick. He shook, wiggled, fucked my face with a soft dick. When he rose up, I slurped his shaft like a large wet noodle. Then he went down again, up again. This part of copulation was not truly a turn-on for me, but if he liked it, I would do it every day, from now on. We eventually decoupled and spooned on the blanket until I felt the sun burning me in places that had not seen radiation in a long time. We moved the blankets into the shade, got our tops on. 

I am not into water sports, but after our bout, I had to pee. I discreetly went to the other side of the large oak tree. Rex had to go too. He was unashamed; he sighed, aimed his stream at the trunk of the tree and let go. If I thought that he had cum buckets moments ago, he also pissed a long stream. He felt proud to be able to shoot it to almost eye-level. I was not going to compete or compare. 

Strangely, I began to think of Karl. Would he have entered a pissing contest with Rex? Who would win? Rex's verbal bantering and teasing during sex was new to me. Some women like to be called slut and whore, maybe worse. I found the words distracting. I had a real choice here: refuse Rex's coital demands for the spoken words of his prowess: if I did, I'd risk ending this right now. I could acquiesce in practice, if not in reality. What I told him was true: he was bigger and fucked better. Would Karl ever go for such an arrangement? Maybe so, maybe not. 

Rex broke my concentration. I needn't have worried. Rex is so skilled at reading body language, he brought it up. 

"You have a choice to make. You know that what you said is true and that you are going to have to work on Karl to accept the inevitable. Your pussy is already getting accustomed to my girth. Within a few weeks, you will be able to deep-throat me and take me in your ass. You will admit that your cunt belongs to me. If we part friends now, you will find another lover. I want to continue to see you and to do that, we will have to convince Karl that he must accept your sexuality the way it is. I own your cunt, will continue to call it what it is, and use my cunt as I see fit."

The next few minutes were tense. I was weighing my options. Would Karl agree to any arrangement that let me keep seeing Rex? I had to speak with my husband, hear his voice. In a way, I missed him and wanted him to share in my joy. Rex sensed my desire to communicate with my mate. He said that a husband who shared his wife expected to be included in the romance in some way. Wives call their husbands after sex; that is not unusual. I dialed his number: Not in Service! Strange. Did Karl block my calls? Would Karl do something rash? Not likely. He was a former Air Force pilot who spent twenty years squiring military officials all over the world. Calm and steady, unflappable. Our marriage (until now) was safe, albeit not exciting (until now). Rex offered his cellphone. I declined. He asked what our carrier was; his was the same. He dialed Customer Service and handed the phone to me. The operator had a weird accent, maybe British or South African, or maybe trying to affect a foreign accent. My account had been frozen. She could help and offer service until the next business day, but it would take a few hours to reset the number. Sigh. Time to adjourn. 

When Rex fired up the Miata, the radio came on to that oldies station we listen to. Oh my God! I recognizes the intro to "Torn Between Two Lovers" . For those people not familiar with the song, it was an address from a woman to her man, explaining that she had met someone who touched her where he never could. Back in the Seventies, I thought it absurd. Rex was oblivious. He hummed along. Maybe he was deaf, or tone-deaf. 

Rex reached his hand over and pulled on my nipple as he drove. When we got closer to civilization, he moved down to my pussy. I was still wet. Thumb and forefinger attacked my hood and he jerked me off. I opened my legs and humped his hand. He drove the Mazda right into the hotel parking garage; he tried to finish me off there. Nope! 

We held hands all the way into the lobby. Rex reached up and kissed my hand and offered his left hand to me to kiss. I smelt a slight aroma (me), but not an offensive one. We strolled into the lobby. We passed the same couple from the elevator last night and they both smiled and wished us a happy second anniversary. Rex swooped me up in his arms and started to kiss me. He whispered that my mouth tasted like cum. I grabbed him by the ears and gave him a deep kiss and they whispered in his ear that he tasted good. The couple enjoyed our twenty-second romance and walked on. The suite wasn't ready yet. 

While Rex spoke with the concierge, my eyes wandered around the lobby. A valet was changing the spaghetti board. That rectangular lined black felt pad on a stand was used to announce upcoming events. The white letters in the little boxes looked like spaghetti, hence the name. 9:00 AM Monday Main Dining Room, Reginald Gold, President of SPYS, Invitation Only. 

We sat on a comfortable sofa in the lobby while room was being readied. "So, tell me, Rex, are you the President of SPYS?" Yes, he was. The Society of Professional Yeggs. Being an English teacher and crossword enthusiast, I knew that a yegg was a safecracker. I needed an explanation. 

Rex said that his company does industrial and commercial surveillance. He said that organizations pay well for information that is highly useful. His corporation gathered data from credit card purchases, frequent flier numbers, social media, church groups, and clubs and mostly anywhere a digital fingerprint was seen. Rex's computers watched millions of ordinary citizens for extraordinary behaviors. For instance, last year, he flagged a Texas high school principal who had ordered two hand-made suits from Hong Kong. The chap usually shops upscale stores, but this was unusual. The principal changed his family's vacation flight to Europe to first class. His cell phone records showed thirty-minute stops at four BMW, Audi and Mercedes dealerships. Rex learned that his doctoral thesis was on revamping the textbook purchasing system for the state. His college roommate was a vice-president of a book publisher. Although he had made no contact with his chum for a dozen years, there were four calls placed recently. Rex guessed correctly that the guy was being considered for a lucrative position on the Textbook Advisory Board. A publisher with a commissioner in its pocket would be a coup. Rex exposed the plot. The courts have yet to decide whether the money tendered by his college chum was a bribe, because he had not yet been nominated. Another publisher paid us well to ensure the principal was not appointed. 

The room was ready.



First Affair Ch. 03



While we were riding up to our suite, I studied the hotel poster advertising their dinner specials. Rex asked what I really liked and I told him that when Karl and I had celebrated our Twenty-fifth anniversary here. I got the oysters on the half-shell and fried soft crabs. Rex'd never had soft shells, but liked oysters. Rex has this disarming trait of lively conversation on one topic then quickly shifting to a dead-serious subject. He did it again! Rex steered the chat from availability of soft shell crabs to our needing to speak with Karl about our plans. Rex assured me that he would handle 90% of it: all I had to do was get Karl to invite Rex into our home Sunday. Rex would then take over. He reasoned Karl had introduced me to the idea of having an affair, encouraged me in the bar and did nothing to stop me from having sex. So Karl was responsible.

When we opened the door and walked into the suite, I instinctively reached for my cell. Rex asked if I needed privacy to talk with Karl. "Dammit! Phone still not working." I would use the room phone. 

Karl and I had a good conversation. His first questions were whether I was safe (yes) and if I was happy (yes, indeed). I told Karl about our picnic and the drive and the hotel. I got the feeling I could have told him everything that we did and he would not have minded. He said that all that mattered was whether I was happy. I corrected him and told him that his happiness and satisfaction was just as important as mine. Had I been able to recall the lyrics from "Torn Between Two Lovers" I would have parroted those feelings. I would have said that now there was another man in my life that I have loved, but that doesn't mean I love Karl less. I still loved my husband and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

I asked him about his day and plans for the evening. He would watch the premier new season of our favorite British ''abbey" drama, a three-hour special tonight. I asked him to wait, we can watch it together, as we always do. I told Karl that we would be home Sunday. I said that I wanted Rex to see my genealogical chart and how I had combined my National Geographic DNA testing with my mom's family history. Rex wanted to see Karl's Miata Meet trophies. I explained that Rex was old-fashioned and would not come inside unless the Man of the House invited him. Would Karl play host? Rex must have been listening, because he walked back into the sitting room right then. I handed the phone to Rex. 

All I know is Rex's side of the conversation. 

"Hey, Karl, good evening. Listen, I want to thank you again for giving me some time with your wife. You are such fortunate husband. She is all one would want in a wife. I am amazed at how smart she is and agile too. Spritely and nimble. And she fucks like a mink! Not at all squeamish, either. Does she swallow all your cum. She missed a bit of mine this morning and I had to take my dick and rub the spillage all over her face and into her hair. They called me beer can in college, for obvious reasons: and she can take all I got. I have trouble holding back as soon as I get inside her because her cunt is so tight! I cannot promise she will be as tight when you get her back. I haven't fucked her in the ass yet, but she is willing." There was a pregnant pause, then Rex asked, "Do you have something you want to ask me? Invitation or something? .... OK, we will be there by three tomorrow, for cocktails and et cetera." 

They hung up. I got it. Rex used the same technique on Karl that he had used on me in the elevator. Jaunty, friendly, disarming banter in one breath and heavy-duty Rex-created plot next. 

Rex said I would have to hurry to make my spa appointment. He had arranged a soak, full body massage, pedicure, and manicure and make-up session. He insisted and said that he had to spend his expense account money: 'like sex after fifty: use it or lose it'. So generous, he is! 

'Pampered' does not even come close to the treatments I got. I reveled in the luxury. I remembered that this was still a Saturday that allowed me no sleep until after two am, up at dawn and a full day with Rex. I dozed. The make-up technician concocted a brew that she claimed would keep wrinkles, sags and blemishes at bay for at least twenty-four hours. I sure hoped it would work, because I dreaded Rex seeing me Sunday morning. 

Hours later, when I got back to the suite, Rex told me that he had asked the spa to let the kitchen know when I was almost through. He knew I would be famished. So wise, this guy! Rex insisted on room service and cuddling in front of the TV. I had pj's; Rex had the hotel-issued bathrobe around his otherwise naked body. 

Dinner was anniversary fare all over again: oysters and soft shell crabs. We ate and rolled through the channels. He stopped at the PBS station that was just starting the 'abbey' premier. Rex started asking questions about plot. Did men, even the less-well-to-do ones, wear suits and ties everywhere? Who was this or that character? How does the upstairs/downstairs conflict get resolved? I tried to answer all his questions and the follow-ups as well. We watched the whole show, three hours' worth. We fell asleep with the TV on: no sex, just spooning. 

I awoke to voices from the sitting room. Oh shit! I had watched the show Karl and I planned to watch together. Another triumph for Rex. I'll bet he knew. 

I quickly swished with mouthwash, peed and opened the door. (The base make-up was worth it, btw.) Rex was watching porn! A tall, lithesome long-haired blonde was sucking on a man's dick. Every so often, she would look at the camera and say to the camera how good this new dick tasted. She rubbed his long dick between her tits and asked the camera if it could zoom in on the veins. It did. She took the head in her mouth and popped off of it, as if it were a Popsicle. Hmms and ahhs comments followed. She called the cameraman hubby and told him she was going to stick a finger in her new man's asshole. She said, "asshole", plain as day. Then she put her finger in and worked it around. The guy started thrusting up, waving his dick in her face. She caught the monster-sized tool with her mouth and sucked some more. Occasionally, she was stern with the camera, asking if he was getting all of this. She put both hands around her lover's dick and still had room to suck him off. I whispered to Rex that he could be a porn star as well, because his dick was longer. I told Rex that I might claim his dick as my own, as he wanted to claim my cunt. She had her lover lie flat on the bed. She straddled his face and told him to start. He started, slowly, very slowly. She fitted a pillow under his head to make her cunt easier to reach. Her hips moved back and forth, on his face and tongue. This young woman started to move her hips faster and faster. It was like she was humping him. Finally, the lady was ready. She asked the cameraman if he could come closer. She straddled her man, facing away from her lover. Later, Rex told me it was the reverse-cowgirl position. She told the cameraman to hold the camera with one hand and take the guy's dick and put it inside her, as she lowered her body onto it. You could see the cameraman's hand shaking on the guy's dick. You could see his hand gripping and pulling on the thick dick he held under her pussy. She proceeded to tell the cameraman how good her cunt felt, how stretched it was and how she could feel the head rubbing her uterus. The actress moved her hips again, fast, just like she had done on his face. She said she was sorry but she had to jill-off too! She sat up, erect on that massive trunk and slapped her own pussy with her fingers. She screamed how good the guy made her feel. Her lover started to slap her ass. They had a rhythm of slaps, front and back. Finally, they collapsed in a heap.

I admit. That film made me hot. Rex then reached over the side of the couch and pulled out a video camera on a tripod. He said one word, "Improvise!"

I was not as photogenic or skilled as that porn star, but Rex was making me do things I had never done before. I needed a director to have done it right, but I did the best I could. Rex did his best to act and partially direct. He told me to talk about my cunt, his balls, what his cum tasted like, how I could never give up fucking him. I reiterated my whim to claim Rex's long pole as my own. I asked the pretend cameraman if he was getting hard. Could he make it through the shoot without cumming in his pants? Rex reminded me to smile and look right at the camera. I did improvise. I told the cameraman that I was going to fuck him as well, and maybe better than I fucked Rex. I said I was going to give my cunt to whomever I pleased, as often as I wanted. Neither of us could get our breath for a few minutes afterwards. We worked up a sweat and an appetite. Reverse cowgirl is something Karl and I are going to try. The sex over the last two days has been so intense, I don't want it to stop. Of course, we couldn't stay on the mountain top forever, but the view sure was great from here now.

Hotel breakfast buffet was to die for. Gourmet food and mimosas. I could get used to the waiters hovering, the fine china, real silver flatware and cloth napkins. We ate like other couples: nibbling, talking, sharing food from one plate to another, reading parts of the Sunday paper to each other. 

I was packed and ready to go by two pm. I missed my husband and my house, believe it or not. Rex said I should drive. Smart guy! The garage door remote control was handy. Rex planned ahead. Nosy neighbors would be suspicious if a stranger were to drive me up in the Miata and park it out front. "No need to scare the horses, yet". 

My biggest fear when I hit the CLOSE button on the remote was that Karl was drinking or drunk. I did an audible sigh of relief when he came into the garage looking clean, neat, sober, chipper. 

My part of the house tour took less than a half-hour. Karl followed us for part of it, then went off to do something else. Rex made a point of putting his arm around me and drawing me close. He was discrete and didn't try to feel me up. I think he was trying to hold on to me as long as he could.

Karl showed Rex his room, then they went into the garage. I laid out some crackers and cheese and opened the bottle of chilled wine. When my men returned, Rex made a point of engineering the seating arrangements. Karl was alone, on his easy chair; Rex and I faced him, on the settee. Silence. Then Rex broke the ice.

Rex put his arm around me, rubbed the underside of my tit and tweaked it. I moved closer and put my hand on his leg and started to stroke it. Karl was startled. Rex blatantly asked Karl how he felt about what was going on. Karl hemmed and hawed, not able to express himself. 

Rex again thanked Karl. Rex reminded Karl that this was his idea to begin with. He spoke in a clear, crisp tone, spelling out like an ambassador the terms of a treaty, to someone who does not speak English as a native tongue. Rex reminded him that his wife was a strikingly sensuous person who needed more than he, Karl was able to deliver. Rex said Karl and I could never go back to the way things were. My cunt now belonged to Rex. I stirred but I did not object. Rex reminded Karl that I was too young to go without climaxing on a regular basis. I needed someone who could satisfy me. Karl should know who my lover was: befriend my lover and allow him to become part of the family. Karl's alternative would be to go through life suspicious, doubtful of where I went and what kind of diseases I might come home with. 

The home phone rang. Karl always puts the button on SPEAKER to answer. Too bad this time. It was Rex's assistant. I recognized the lady's voice. She said that his cab was out front. Rex promised to call me before leaving town. 

I guessed correctly that my phone would be working again. 



First Affair Ch. 04



Rex, the guy who had fucked me senseless last weekend called me, on his way out of town. My husband Karl was away but would be back by midnight. I had time to talk.

Rex started out by saying, "Thank you for a wonderful time. We need to get things settled between us. By us, I mean you and Karl and me. Do you have time to talk?"

"Karl is out of town until late tonight." 

I waxed philosophical. "I marvel at those European women who can separate love and sex. My husband had been there for me in sickness and in health for half our lifetimes. But sex is something else. I don't want to spend the rest of my life without a satisfying romance. Sex with Karl became mundane, then uncomfortable."

Rex asked, "He hurt you?"

I said, "No, not physically. But Karl's fantasy of watching me make love to someone else unsettled me. Then you came along. You touched me in places I never knew existed. Those French and Italian wives knew something I didn't: how to have an affair without ruining a marriage."

"We can do that, but we'll have to get Karl on board."

Rex and I talked for over an hour. His conference was well attended and the networking among the participants reaped benefits for his firm, he said. He confessed that his trade was changing more every day and for the first time, he felt that we was going to have to 'go back to school' to keep up with his competitors. If he knew that, then his superiors knew it also. He had to stay on top to be successful.

He said, "I like Karl's determination and zeal. He has lots of interests. Me, I only have two: my job and you."

Rex wondered perhaps that was why he was so smitten (his word, not mine) with me. 

"You are my inspiration. My friends wondered who that lady was." 

Rex dropped the bomb. "Chances are good that I will be coming back to your area on a regular basis, in about three months." 

I said, "Karl was very uncomfortable, to say the least, about what happened last weekend." 

I added that Karl had accepted some responsibility because he had encouraged our affair and done nothing to stop it."

I confided in Rex, "Karl promised that he was going to moderate his drinking, lose a little weight and be more responsive to my needs as a woman."

Rex persisted. "I know you love Karl, but you have needs he cannot fulfill. I knew that the first time I met you. Karl was very easy for us to persuade."

"Us?"

"Of course, US!" Rex was right, as usual. I had behaved like a slut in front of my husband, in that bar and in my home. 

"My husband and I made a pact to have a date night once a week, where we would get dressed up, go out for dinner and a movie. Also, we are going to find some kind of social or sports activity: Yoga? Volleyball club? Ballroom dancing? We can be together more often."

Rex chuckled and said, "Why not do all three?"

Then came Rex's old bait and switch. "Next Sunday, I am flying to London, England for a meeting. I am in a powwow with British, German and American officials on Thursday and Friday. My company pays spouse's fare, so you could go along. I will arrange to fly you back to the States on Thursday."

Of course, there were strings attached. Transportation to and from Boston was not included. Rex had no objection, if Karl wanted to go. Rex could order Karl's transatlantic ticket, but Rex would have to be repaid in cash, as soon as we met in the airport in Boston. 

The London suite would be similar to ours of last weekend. I was to make sure each of us had our possessions in separate bags. 

Rex asked, "Did you and Karl have sex since we became sexual soul mates?"

I told him, "We slept in separate rooms Sunday night. I tried to seduce him Monday night, after our frank discussion. Karl refused to touch me. We got close Tuesday night and I was able to deep throat him. I had not been able to do that to you, Rex. I swallowed all of Karl's cum." 

Rex surprised me by saying, "Good. I prefer you two have oral sex only, but that is not my decision."

Rex started to talk nasty, "Do you realize your cunt belonged to me now?"

I answered him. "That is a difficult decision and one that I am not willing to make right now: you will learn my decision when the time comes. End of discussion, Rex."

"You are just delaying the inevitable. We have been talking for over an hour already." 

We were close to having our first argument, but he pressed on. I began to fold. 

Rex made it clear, "I expect to be the only man who cums in your cunt. Put a condom on Karl when you let him fuck you, from now on. That is non-negotiable."

The call did not end well, because everything was just like before: up in the air.

"I will talk to Karl but I can't make any promises." That's how I left it.

Rex said he needed an answer about the Sunday flight by noon Thursday. "Just text me either way."

Thursday was an interesting day, romantically. Karl got home late Wednesday night. We stayed up and watched the British 'abbey' show on DVR. I was so ashamed to pretend the plot twists were new. 

That Saturday night, in the hotel, Rex and I had been too AFO to have sex again. We ordered room service, cuddled and watched TV. 

I had asked Karl to wait until we could watch the Special together, but Rex was interested, so we saw the season premier anyway.

Admittedly, I had missed some of the dialogue while explaining a few things to Rex; maybe, technically, I had not broken a promise? 

At one point, the dowager in the show noticed a young lady coming down for breakfast, followed a moment later by a man (not her husband). 

She whispered an apology, if grand mamma had been disturbed by a commotion last night. The cute wife explained that she was missing an earring and they were moving furniture to find the treasure. 

The old lady told her that it must have been a valuable piece, because she heard three separate voices 'moving the furniture'. 

"Never mind, child. We pay no attention to who sleeps with whom, as long as you come out of the correct bedroom for breakfast."

I let Karl sleep in Thursday. When I brought him his coffee and toast, I put a condom package on the tray. He jumped! I used Rex's verbal gymnastics to ask Karl if he would mind so much about Rex, if we came out of the right bedrooms for breakfast. He'd think about it.

"Did they have rubbers back then?" I asked.

Karl said he was sure they had been around for centuries, in one form or another. Seed planted.

Then I told him about Rex's phone call, Boston, London, air fares, the price we'd pay. Karl would have to share me with Rex. Karl could say NO and all would be over. 

"Karl. I will abide by your decision, for the good of our marriage. I want to do this London thing and still love you, Karl. We can live together as man and wife. I will help you keep your promises on weight, drinking, and our social life together. We can have sex as often as you want it. I make no threats about taking another lover: it is Rex or nobody else. If you say no, it is finished."

I wrapped it up with my best shot at keeping a marriage and Rex. 

"Being with another man started out as your fantasy and I learned to like it. Tell me a fantasy that we can turn into reality."

Karl said, "I don't know why, but the idea of you sleeping with another man turns me on. I would want to be in the room with you, watching you two. Can I join in?"

I said, "This is your fantasy, but I want Rex to turn it into reality. You set the scene."

My husband responded, "I want to see Rex fucking you. I want to see how you two start, who touches what. I want to hear what he calls you. Maybe we both can learn something."

I now knew what turned Karl on: me talking freely about having sex with someone else. That is what started this whole thing! So, I pretended.

Up until this affair, I had tolerated his whispers about how he liked to see me fuck. This time, I started out playing the role of porn star, like the porn shoot Rex and I watched. I talked to an imaginary person filming us. I told him he could pull his pants down and whip out his dick, but he was not allowed to touch it.

"Mr. Cameraman. Show me your dick."

"Look at that, Karl. His dick is sticking right at us, right at my cunt. You don't mind me looking at another man's dick, do you?"

"No."

"Can I ask him to come closer? I want to see if he has any precum on the tip yet. May I look at his dick close up?"

I asked my imaginary friend, "Do you want to stick your long dick in my cunt?"

"Karl. Do you want to see me fuck that fat dick right now?"

My mate said, "I'd love to see you suck on a dick and stick it into your cunt."

Karl knew I had a dildo but he'd never seen it until now.

I pulled Peter from his hiding place. I started to rub my tits with him. Karl got hard really fast. I held Peter between my tits and pushed him up so I could lick his tip. Karl got closer. 

"Karl, push my titties together, so that I can jerk Peter off with my breasts." 

He did.

Karl started making these little noises, grunts, as he held my tits against the dildo. Then Karl started to tweak my nipples. I sighed.

"Bite my nipple. Leave a mark to show my husband I've been fucked." Karl did bite, but too hard. I did not complain.

"Oh, I wish there was another man here now to bite the other one. Would you like that, Karl?" I already knew the answer. 

Karl grunted, "Uh. Yes."

I teased, "I don't want the cameraman to stop filming us. I want Rex to bite my other nipple. Tell Rex it is OK to bite my nipple."

Karl stammered, "It's OK. Bite her."

I pushed the envelope. "No Karl. Tell Rex he can bite my nipple. Tell him you want to see him suck on my nipple."

Karl stammered, but he got the words out. ironically, it made him much harder.

I had neglected fetch the Peter's usual vial of lubricant, but that became an advantage. I moved Peter down to my clit and turned the speed to Fast.

I moaned, "I want to be fucked, but I am so dry. Could someone here help me by donating some spit to the shaft?"

I was startled by how quickly Karl moistened his fingers and rubbed them on my pussy. 

"Not enough! Coat Peter's shaft so I can get fucked properly!"

I could feel Karl's dick move back and forth, on my hip. 

"Get some of your pre-cum and put it on Peter".

He did as he was told. I knew Karl was enjoying my show! 

I ordered Karl, "Put a lot of spit on it. That thing is so big, I am going to be really wet. Put some slobber on Peter and get him ready."

Most men don't know this about women, but we who use a dildo seldom put it in all the way. We are 'satisfied' with the clitoral stimulation and have taught ourselves to reach a climax without much penetration.

This time though, I made a point of genuinely enjoying a deep fuck.

As I slipped the dildo in, I told Karl, "Watch Peter move up and down, then see him move sideways, then further in. See him bury that monster in my cunt!"

I was getting out of control when I yelled, "Karl. Tell me what to do with that dick." 

"Fuck it!" he ordered. I came hard and my chest was heaving, me trying to catch my breath. Karl could hardly wait to fuck me next. 

That is when I knelt over him, jerked him and pumped him to his full length, then reached for the rubber.

"You want to fuck me, even though I fucked Peter?"

I continued, "And even though I fucked Rex, you still want to stick your dick all the way up my pussy?"

"Yes."

I rolled the condom onto him, still looking him in the eye with a wanton stare that was completely for real.

I never talked like that in bed, but this time, it turned us both on. "I want to feel what it is like for you to wear a condom while you ram your dick into my cunt."

Karl was quicker than usual, but I had already gotten my rocks off, so I didn't mind.

The afterglow lasted quite a while. Then we had to have 'the talk'. 

After explaining our London plans, I presented Karl with the two choices: "You and I can have a mini-vacation in London next week if we want. Rex will be there in the room with us, but we can still fool around."

"You'll be sleeping with Rex?"

"Probably, sure. Or I can text him and say good-bye forever, if you wish."

"This is all coming too fast."

"Yes, it is. I am not surprised that you got excited when you saw Rex and me together in the hotel bar. You got hard on watching us play around, under the table?"

"Oh yes, I just didn't realize how far it went."

Karl made a fair point. I answered,"When Rex was sitting on our couch and he started to rub my tit and touch my leg, then my pussy, you saw that?"

Karl answered quickly, "Of course."

"You wanted to see more."

"I guess."

"Now is your chance, in an exotic atmosphere. You'll get yours too: get another blow job; you can go up my ass if you want."

He was pleased the way things were going. "Really?"

I reassured Karl. "Yes. It will be my gift to you, not Rex, because you will be using a rubber when you fuck me. from now on."

I dared to go further. "The next step is for you to watch Rex and me get together, for me to suck his dick. I have never seen one so big! He is fat and long and uncut. I have to pull on the foreskin to expose the head. Rex knows how to use it, too. He has some moves you could learn."

I told Karl what I wanted. "Google 'reverse cowgirl 'when you get a chance: that is my new favorite. You can jerk off as many times as you want while I fuck Rex, just save some cum for my mouth, later."

We decided to go to London.

The flight to Boston was uneventful. Rex was overjoyed to see me. To a bystander, it looked like he'd been away from me for years and the time spent pining for me was finally over.

Karl just stood there until Rex broke the embrace. Rex asked for the plane fare. "It's corporate rate, so it is very reasonable."

As Karl was handing over the wad of bills, I thought, "Damn. It looks like My husband Karl is paying my lover Rex to fuck me."

Rex shook Karl's hand and said how good he looked. Actually, with no alcohol for a week, he did look good: no puffiness, no shakes, perfect military posture like the good old days.

Rex handed Karl his ticket. We were pleasantly surprised at the price. We are not cheap, but nobody likes to pay too much for airline tickets.

Rex turned up the charm on Karl to 'Maximum'. He quizzed Karl on sources for after-market Miata parts, inquired about his duty stations abroad and airports he'd flown into and out of. 

Rex bought cocktails. We three settled in, amidst hundreds of other travelers. 

Before long, our flight attendant called for First Class passengers to proceed. Rex took my hand and started toward the gate. Suddenly Karl and I realized that Rex and I had First Class accommodations; Karl did not.

Rex just shrugged his shoulders and said, "No more seats available in our section."

I had no choice but to go with Rex.

Rex's twenty-year old picnic champagne was better than the cheap stuff; First Class was better than coach. Most flights from the USA to Europe left in the afternoon or evening, our time. Flights arrived in London the following morning, their time. People in coach were crammed into much-too-tiny seats, stacked in uncomfortable rows. They were fed bad-tasting food and must pay 'tourist prices' for their drinks.

As the plane rumbled down the runway toward England, my determination was wavering. I had eight hours to run a lot of doubts through my head.I made some decisions about my life.

My less-prudish-than-me sorority sisters gossiped about the men they were having sex with. Current thinking was that guys were of three types: ones who wanted to girl to do all the work; ones who interacted and responded to what was going on; ones who just lie there like a fuckdoll. 

In one of the "Abbey" scenes, grand mamma's advice to the bride-to-be was "Just lie back and think of England." That is not me!

I mention one unexpected perk of having a lover: because the scene was new, we were closer physically to each other. People noticed. Nine out of ten couples on the plane behaved more like brother and sister. Rex and I held hands, looked at one another, smiled and shared.

Again, a nice lady asked, "Is this your honeymoon?"

Again, just as in the hotel elevator, "No. Second Honeymoon."

Rex and I slept stretched out, holding hands, digesting gourmet foods served in elegant surroundings. In the rear of the plane, behind the privacy curtain, passengers fought to sleep, tried to stay asleep, attempted to keep trespassers from their armrests.

When we gathered to collect our baggage, anyone could tell who flew First Class and who didn't. Poor Karl looked awful! Rex had to rouse Karl from a deep sleep in the cab ride to the hotel.

The porter brought our luggage into the lobby. Rex had several quality bags; Karl and I had one large piece each. People were still having breakfast when we came in.

The suite would be ready early afternoon. Rex checked us in. I felt self-conscious standing next to him, while Karl fought to stay awake. By the time business was transacted, Karl was sound asleep.

The concierge said, "It is not unusual; the porter will move him to the lounge with the other Americans."

Rex said that he had some errands to run and invited me to go along. Of course I accepted. We went to Harrods and Rex told me that the megastore deserved to be investigated as a single person. We agreed to meet at the same door we entered in two hours.

He promised, "You won't be bored."

The cab brought us back to the hotel and we had a light lunch in the garden. Then the room was ready. Rex gave some orders and we headed up to our room. My bags and Rex's bags were in the closet.

The suite layout was different. Rex had reserved a large room, with a king-size bed dominating one wall and a pull-out couch and large floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite wall. The exit door side had an armoire with a telly inside, plus a nice sitting area that looked out over the garden.

Two bathrooms were side by side on the other wall. Rex's clothes and my clothes were in drawers, on hangers in the closet; my makeup had been arranged on our bathroom sink

. 

Karl's bag was on the pullout couch in the sitting area. His toiletries were in the smaller bathroom.

I needed to freshen up, take a bath and take a breath. Rex told me he had picked up a present for me. I opened the bag to find an instruction book on anal sex. 

"I have a little secret and you aren't going to like it, I bet." I was trying to assert some independence and authority.

"Tell me."

"I am saving my anal cherry for Karl. It will be his present for being such a good boy on this trip. Sorry, but my cunt may belong to you, but my husband gets my ass."



Rex cautioned, "Read the inscription."

It read, "To my married friends: Enjoy!" Rex knew all along.

Bath time.

I started to read it in the tub. The author said that anal sex could be rewarding, if the people were clean, well-lubricated, relaxed, well-lubricated, and open to pleasing others.

While I was in the tub, I made a decision. I was going to be like a different type of lover this time. I took a lesson from my sorority sisters and I became another woman.

I was the aggressor. When Rex came out of Karl's bathroom, I invited him to our bed. I had him lie down. I took my time stroking him, all over. He was tense at first, not knowing what to do. I told him what to do: nothing. He began to relax. Psychologists said that the most potent sexual organ is the brain. I agreed. I hummed to him, petted him, and told him how glad I was to be there with him.

I behaved like a young schoolboy, trying to get into a girl's panties. I went slow, focusing on mood, kisses, tits, gradually getting my quarry hotter and hotter.

I whispered, "How big your dick is! It stretches me like no other. I'm calling it Beercan. My cunt now belongs to you: you can use it as you please and loan it to whomever you want."




First Affair Ch. 04



I started by tweaking his tit: his prick jumped. I kissed the tit: prick jumped again. I sucked his tit like a boy would do mine. Then I applied light touches to the still sheath-covered head. I followed that with spider-like ball teasing. I got closer and squeezed the ring over the bulbous head, milking the first bit of pre-cum. I used that to lubricate the foreskin and it receded. I went back to kissing Rex on the mouth, then nibbling on his ear.

I was doing all those things a guy usually tries, to get the girl hot enough to spread her legs. I realized the last part when Rex really did open his legs.

I had learned from Karl that when a person presses down with both hands spread on a man's lower belly, the dick grows to its full length. When I pressed down on the belly part right above the shaft, it simulated bottoming out inside a pussy.

Rex was ready. I wasn't, but it did not matter.

This one was for Rex. I rode him cowgirl style, sliding my hips and pussy up to where I could sense that ball at the top of his dick reach my opening. I slammed down on his dick, bottoming out and feeling our flesh come together as one. I went back up and slammed down again. 

He did not last long. My pussy was flooded with his come. I could feel each mighty spurt, then feel it lubricate my cunt as I rose again. 

I was sitting up straight with Beercan all the way up in me on what became my last stroke, the door opened. I turned my head to see what was going on: it was Karl.

He was stunned. 

Over my shoulder, I told him, "This is what you wanted, what you have been talking about for over a year. This is it!" 

Of course, Karl got two surprises. The first was that Rex and I had taken possession of the room without his knowledge. He had been snoozing, wandering, waiting for the call that came only after Rex ordered it. The bigger surprise was his wife fucking somebody senseless.

Rex had described me to Karl as nimble. Today I was. I dismounted in an instant and went up to Karl. I took his face in both hands and kissed him. My hands traced his neck, shoulders, arms and down to his hands. I took both hands and pulled him forward. I was naked as a jaybird, freshly fucked. I pressed my body against him and whispered in his ear that he must be exhausted. 

I rubbed my belly against his and smeared some of our juices on his front.

I said, "Come on, let's get you undressed and cleaned up a bit." 

I sat him down on his couch, took off his shoes and socks. We had not had our socks or hose off in thirty-six hours. I didn't care what Karl's feet smelled like, I rubbed them, massaged his legs and pulled off his pants. His dick stuck straight out from his boxer shorts. I kissed the head and told him to take a shower.

There is a time of revelry after love-making, lying together on a bed just holding hands, when you wish it could go on forever. Rex and I were like that when Karl emerged from his shower and shave. He wore a hotel-issued robe. He came over to my side of the bed and kissed me. 

"Welcome to London."



First Affair Ch. 05



When my husband Karl walked out of his bathroom and approached Rex's bed, I motioned for him to sit down.

"Please join us. You look a lot better now, since you've had a shave and a hot shower. Are you all squeaky clean?"

Karl said, "Yes. But I don't know how to handle this cuckold thing, you sleeping with this man here."

Rex took over. "Karl. I am sure you still love your wife and want to stay married to her. She told me several times she also wants to be your wife. However, she needs more than what you can give. I am going to take what she offers and I suggest you do the same. I don't like the word cuckold either, so we won't ever use it. However, as I explained before, it will be me or it will be someone else. You cannot go back to the way things were. If you want to make her happy and satisfied, you will have to share her."

"Please Karl. Come here and lie beside me." He did. I went from sitting up on Rex's bed to stretching out, molding my body into the reclining Karl. He went flat on his back. I cuddled up against him and put my hand inside his robe. 

Rex readjusted his position, separating his body from mine while saying, "Karl, Last I checked, you were still married to this lovely lady. I know she hasn't cum for several days. See what you can do." Such a nice guy, that Rex, always thinking about my welfare.

Rex's perception of my needs startled both of us. Karl grunted some type of agreement to my not cumming and moved closer.

Rex added, "That pussy belongs to me now. You will have ask my permission and use a rubber, because her cunt belongs to me. You can fuck her in the ass anytime she lets you, though."

I thought I would die! Rex is so bold, so forceful. He knows what he wants. I decided it was my job to settle this. I snuggled up to a very rigid husband. I reached down to his crotch and he still had a hard on.

I whispered in his ear so that Rex could not hear what I said.

"Darling. You started this whole thing. Neither of us knew where it would lead; now we know. Would we be more comfortable in your bed?"

I made the decision for him. I grabbed the tube of lubricant and said, "Let's move."

I whispered into Karl's ear, "My sorority sisters thought nothing of having sex with a boyfriend while double dating. Swingers do this kind of thing all the time, fuck in front of another couple. After all, you already saw Rex and me at it. Let's show him we still know how to do it."

I lay down and focused on using all my senses to mark this day in my mind. Karl did smell good. His body was more toned in just a week. The military taught him to keep his body well groomed. The temperature in the room was comfortable enough for us to walk around nude. 

Husbands and wives married as long as we intuitively know what pleases the other. We took our time.

We kissed, slowly. We stroked each other. I started to not notice the traffic sounds outside our windows. Karl's dick is considerably smaller than Rex's, so I could get most of it in my mouth. I tried that trick of deep throating, then pull my lips up to the crown, hold that ring there and circle the head with my tongue. 

"I want to taste you." That was a surprise to me, with Karl knowing that an hour before, my cunt had jerked off Rex's fat dick. I did so well that Rex dumped a large load in me, on me. Karl and I went into a 69 with me on top.

The way we were arranged, Karl was at the head of the bed, closer to the window; I was facing the other way, toward Rex.

I could still suck Karl, but I didn't. Instead, I looked straight at Rex.

"Just eat me, eat my cum-soaked pussy, Karl. I need for you to taste Rex's cum." Rex smiled.

Karl hesitated, but began with the insides of my thighs. He planted kisses on one side, then the other. Eventually, I felt his tongue gingerly lapping my labia. I grinded down on his face.

"Umm. So good, so good, so good. Don't stop. You are wonderful!" A drop of pre-cum showed on the tip of Karl's now bright-red bulb. Instead of licking it, I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the bulb ridge and squeezed. Karl's hips lunged up. His head must have followed suit, because I could feel his tongue enter my pussy. 

Karl reciprocated my tongue swirl with some of his own, around my vaginal opening. My thumb and finger formed a ring, a make-believe cunt that milked some pre-cum, spread it partway down his shaft, went back for more and went even further.

I smiled and glanced up. Rex was watching everything we did. He whispered so (probably) only I could hear.

"Nice. Very nice. Let him fuck you in the ass."

I lifted myself from Karl. I kissed him deeply and tasted myself and Rex. I licked up the moisture on both sides of Karl's cheeks. 

"You want my virgin ass? You can have it if you want it." He nodded.

"Remember the 'reverse cowgirl' I told you about. I fucked Rex that way and he loved it. I hope you do too."

I swung my leg over Karl's torso, so that I was facing away from him. I crouched and grabbed the lubricant. 

"This will make it easier and more enjoyable for both of us." I smeared the cream on Karl's dick and started to lower myself onto Karl.

"Oh, Gawd, Karl. Can you see the head of your dick right at my ass hole? Let me do the work. You stay still and enjoy the ride."

"Damn. You are so tight, I can hardly get it in." My husband was getting enthusiastic. I would have to regulate this or get hurt.

"Let me do the work, Karl. You just lay back and think of England."

Down an inch. In pops the head. Down another inch. I can feel my ass stretching. The lube helps. I think, 

"Hey this is not bad. I can do this, with Karl. Rex would ruin me. Maybe I'll let him try. Damn! Different, but good."

I lowered my body onto Karl until I was sitting on his crotch. I discovered, 

"I have nerve ending in my ass. I can feel Karl's dick up inside me. His shaft is rubbing my g-spot from the inside."

I sat for a moment, resting on Karl's lap, pubic bone, balls. Then I rocked forward, pulling his dick that way and it stroked my pussy. Then I rocked back. Karl shuddered. I was not ready for either of us to cum, so I stopped again.

Like a horseman riding a pony, Karl gyrated to get me going. I sat straight up and gazed at Rex. He had his meat out, jerking off slowly. When I moved on Karl, Rex mirrored my motion. I went to the side, Rex pulled his long, fat thing to the side as well. I pushed down on Karl, Rex's fist went around his dick and pushed it down, extending his waving peter to its full length. 

I smiled. Rex took that as an invitation and got off his bed and stood beside me, while I was still on top of my husband Karl, with Karl's dick all the way up my ass. I leaned over and took Rex into my mouth. 

Rex said, "Suck my dick. Show your husband what a slut you can be, with the right man."

I had already started sucking on him when he said that. I started to pull away, but Rex grabbed the hair on the back of my head and held me on his dick. My peristaltic movement swallowing Rex reverberated all the way down to my ass. I couldn't stop moving my head on Rex and flexing my ass on Karl.

The effect on all three of us was fantastic. After several intensifying strokes, I could feel Karl shoot a stream of cum deep inside my ass; that movement sent me over the moon and I jerked and jerked my ass on his dick as I climaxed; Rex reaped the benefits of both and sawed his dick into my waiting mouth. 

"Fantastic," Karl sighed as he withdrew and I rolled off him, toward Rex. So Karl and I were still head to toe. Rex accidentally or on purpose, went down with his head facing Karl, but separated by my feet. 

The text on anal sex etiquette suggests that the guy must rise first, clean up first. He should also assist his partner if required by bringing a warm washcloth for her. Karl brought two hot cloths, bless him.

We went out to dinner as a threesome (hhmm?). 

Tuesday Rex hired a car and went out into the countryside to visit the filming site of the abbey series. Karl has never been much of a cuddle-type: he doesn't show affection by holding hands, staying close on tours or in the movies. Rex, on the other hand, appeared to want to get into my pocket, had I let him.

To an onlooker, it was obvious that Rex and I were the couple, Karl the third wheel. I did pay attention to Karl, when he talked. 

"Are you sulking, on this beautiful day?" I asked him. He took me aside.

While we walked the grounds, Rex stayed at a tasteful distance. 

"I am still sorting all of this out. I hate the word 'cuckold', but it seems that is the reality. I will tolerate this for one more day, then let's go back to where we were."

It was time. I started my lecture.

"Karl. Do you remember that phrase the British use, one off?"

He said, "I've heard it, but what does that have to do with you and me?"

This was it, the final conversation on the subject. I spoke lovingly, but firmly and plainly about our life. My career as an English teacher helped me. "It's not about you and me. It is about you, me and Rex. The expression One Off is used when a Brit talks about something that happens just once, like hitting the lottery or going on a round-the-world cruise or having an appendectomy. It is a shortening of 'one of a kind', never again."

Karl got it! "So, Rex is not a 'one off'?"

"No. not now. He is being reassigned to our area. He and I will be seeing each other whenever we can."

Karl sighed, turned and walked toward Rex. 



First Affair Ch. 06: Final Word



Author's Note: Some people don't understand the word meaning of the word 'commencement': to commence means to 'start' something. So when the caps and gowns get put on, the grads are 'commencing' a new era. Sorry: No 'She grabbed his throbbing pleasure-lance and shoved it into her sopping-wet love canal.' in this, last, episode.

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The first half of the trip back to our London hotel suite was tense. Karl had walked away from me when I told him I was not giving up Rex. None of us wanted to make a scene, so we started our ride in silence. I sat between my two men, but leaning on Rex. 

I reflected: a fortnight ago my marriage and my life were safe, but predictable. The only problem was a mild one, that Karl kept talking about wanting to watch me have sex with another man. I went along with his role-playing and sometimes I got excited as well. 

Then I met Rex, at that performance in the city. I ended up fucking him that night, then returned for more the next day. 

When Rex offered to take me to London with him, I jumped at the chance, even letting Karl go along. I know I could have simply not told Karl where we were going, keeping him in the dark; but I decided that my husband and I should continue to trust each other, as much as possible.

Now I am a different woman. The loneliness in the concert hall and sense of being abandoned for another drink was what started it. Throw in the spirit of adventure, the alcohol and the situation: I was a goner!

Neighbors and friends would doubt my sincerity, but I truly love my husband Karl, but the sexual thrill of fucking a different man is enough to want me to keep doing it.

Back in college, I learned about the stages of grief: shock, disbelief, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I watched Karl go through the first stages and prayed he'd finish soon. He was startled when I proposed going up to Rex's suite. He could not believe I would go back for more the next day. Karl got so moody, especially after Rex told him my cunt belonged to someone else from now on.

Karl changed too. He promised to cut back on his drinking, lose some weight, and take me on dates again. That must have been his bargaining phase. Karl's libido is back to being like a teenager's. That is a good thing, for both of us.

I was gazing out the window of the British countryside. We were tense.

Rex broke the ice. "Let's go to a play tonight, to celebrate my married couple's last night in London."

Karl, relieved that at least we'd be away from the bed for a while, said, "Great idea! Why not go to the Globe?"

The Globe is a copy of the Seventeenth Century playhouse where Shakespeare and others of his day wrote and performed.

I agreed, "Can we find out what is playing tonight?"

The cabbie handed us the "Times" newspaper from the front seat. Karl thumbed the pages, found the listing and burst out laughing. 

He handed the paper across to Rex, deliberately avoiding my getting in on the joke.

Rex howled, "Oh yes, yes, yes. Perfect timing."

I wrestled the paper from Rex and found the listing. Tonight, at the Globe, John Ford's "Tis a Pity She's a Whore" curtain time, 9:00 PM.

I went, anyway.

It was past midnight when we got back to the hotel. None of us wanted anything more than a bed to sleep in, to get enough rest to survive the ride home.

Rex had purchased a return First Class ticket for me and Karl again rode Coach. 

I was settling in, waiting for take-off when the last passenger made his way to our compartment. He spoke with a central European accent and took Rex's place. We chatted.

"Excuse me, madam, but my English is not so good. I am Dimitri, from Moscow. I am en-route to Parma, Ohio, near Cleveland. I am to take over Russian-owned computer chip company."

I was amazed at the coincidence. "My husband and I live in Parma. We are flying back home after a short vacation. He is on this plane, in Coach. 

It seemed that the return trip took longer, but I really didn't care. Dimitri was fascinating.

When I met Karl right after the flight, several things happened almost at once. I introduced Dimitri to Karl, filling him in on Dimitri's mission here in America. 

As they were shaking hands, I told Karl that Dimitri would be staying with us for a couple of days, while his residence was being prepared.

Dimitri texted someone.

I took advantage of Dimitri's temporary distraction to tell Karl that I had explained why I rode in First Class, while he was in Coach.

"You didn't tell him about me?" Karl asked.

I replied, "I told him about us: Rex, you and me."

On cue, Rex called me on my cell. "Are you on the ground yet, safe?"

"Yes, we are. And I met a fellow, told him all about us. He wants to ask you a question, actually ask permission. His name is Dimitri."



First Affair Ch. 07



1st led to 2nd

Author's note: This story is a fictional account of one lady's learning to love the cuckold lifestyle and how her behavior affected her marriage. A writer's job is to push limits; the reader's role is to get emotionally involved in the story. Visceral comments from my earlier efforts tell me readers are moved: that is good. Ugly, personal comments are not welcome; helpful suggestions are always welcome. If you don't like reading this kind of stuff, go somewhere else. Read the earlier chapters, so that this section makes sense. 

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Karl looked surprised when I told him Dimitri would be staying with us for the few days until his residence was ready.

"We have guest rooms, plenty of time, space to entertain and a wonderful chance for our friends to meet someone of another culture. I can't wait to get to know Dimitri better."

I knew that the 'yes, but' was coming. I also knew how to handle it

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Karl objected, "We don't know anything about this guy, this Russian."

"I do." I said. 

"I just spent six hours sitting next to him. You are going to like him. He is just like Rex: he's been to lots of places and done many things. Now that we've invited him, you can't just announce that he is not welcome in our home."

Karl was not convinced. I pursued him as he started to move away from me.

Dimitri knew something was wrong. I acted fast.

I whispered, "Karl. Look at Dimitri. Now you upset him. Go over and invite him."

Now my nuclear option came into play. A seemingly lifetime ago, but actually just two weeks ago, I met, bedded, slept with Rex. When it was time for me to go home, Rex had insisted that my husband Karl invite him into our home.

On that Sunday, Karl did it.

Rex returned me to my husband and home after my first hotel stay with my new lover. Rex sat in our living room like any other guest and Karl sat there entertaining him.

I pleaded, "Karl, men like Rex and Dimitri need to know that they are welcome. You need to let him know it is OK with the Man of the House."

My two men approached each other. Body language told me they were feeling each other out. I gave them time to get acquainted, then got within earshot.

"Are you two going to get along?" I asked.

Karl spoke first.

"Yeah. I suppose we can entertain Dimitri for a few days. We ourselves are just back from traveling, so we can decompress together."

Karl extended his hand and said, "Welcome to America. Please stay with us."

Dimitri accepted Karl's invitation. 

Gentleman Dimitri picked up a luggage cart and we two went to the baggage carousel.

Karl went to pick up the car and would meet us out front.

I recalled that first evening when Rex and I repaired to the hotel bar, while Karl fetched our car.

In a beautiful, serendipitous way, we three got to the passenger pickup area at the same time.

When Karl stopped our sedan, Dimitri took over, telling Karl to just stay put and he would play porter.

When Karl popped the trunk lid, we discovered it was full of golf gear, used auto parts, tool boxes, folding chairs left over from neighborhood get-togethers. Room enough for Karl's and my small bags.

Places for Dimitri's two bags, a large one and a small one, presented a challenge to our porter.

Perfect! 

Dimitri opened the front passenger side door and deposited his huge suitcase, more of a trunk, really, on the front seat, along with the small bag.

He explained, "That 'ting' will never 'feet' in the back." 

I had already noticed that Dimitri's accent could slide from cultured European to some kind of Russian hick taxi driver in an instant. He was charming. 

I immediately thought that I had to show my catch around to our friends and neighbors!

Dimitri made a show of escorting me to the rear door and seeing that I was comfortable.

Dimitri then crossed in front of our car, waved and tipped his imaginary porter's cap at Karl and got into the back seat. 

He fumbled with my safety belt, insisting it be fitted properly. His movements were as clumsy as a fifteen-year old boy copping a feel. I returned the flirt by pretending to adjust his seat belt, but all I wanted to do was slip my hand into his pants. 

We looked at each other and giggled like middle-school children.

Karl got a bit sarcastic and I made a mental note to correct him, before we got home. 

Karl interrupted our little love-fest/anatomy experiment.

"I hope you two are getting comfortable back there."

Dimitri answered, "Yes. I hope so. Rex said I could fuck your wife, but I had to wear a rubber."

Then, the bomb. "Karl, all I have is Russian rubles and euros. Can you run into the chemist's and get some rubbers for me, maybe a dozen?"

Karl wheeled the sedan into the pharmacy parking lot and started to get out. 

I said, "Wait a moment, we need to talk."

We left Dimitri in the back seat and I helped Karl out of the car. He didn't really need the help, but I took his hand and kissed it, pressed it against my chest and told him how I felt.

"Karl. We are a different couple now and you own some of the responsibility. You need to show Dimitri respect. After all, he is the one I chose to have sex with. You are a great person, wonderful guy, but I need more than you can offer."

"It took all my self-control to keep my hands and mouth away from his prick in the back seat. Do you want me to suck him off here in the parking lot? I will if you want our friends to see me do it. I will."

"Hell no. Fuck no!" he yelled.

"But I feel like a schoolgirl on a date. Dimitri's dick is a bit shorter than yours, but he has a mushroom head on it that dwarfs anything I have ever seen. I need to taste him again, and again."

"You've already had sex with him?" Karl almost shouted.

I was not upset to be seen arguing in our neighborhood, with a stranger in the back seat of our sedan. It fit into my new plan to go almost-public with our new relationship.

Calmly I continued, "No, no, no. Just two blowjobs on the plane."

"Two." Karl sounded incredulous.

"Yeah, one long time in the bathroom, then once again in the back of the First Class compartment. That time Dimitri had already worked himself into a frenzy, with me telling about taking you in my ass, while I sucked the cum out of Rex."

Karl turned and walked into the store. I got back into the rear seat.

In hindsight, it was alright that Karl chose a store in our neighborhood for our confrontation.

At the time, Karl thought it ill-advised, especially when I told him that a couple of friends had walked by and noticed the curious seating arrangements. 

Karl has a ways to go, accepting my new lifestyle. This became a test of how far I can go in public. Time would tell, quickly!

Our neighborhood has a block party every first Saturday night, two days away. I was making plans to show off my Dimitri then. I made a mental note to find out whose home would be the host this month.

We pulled into the garage and did all those little operations families needed to do, upon returning from a trip. Mail had to be gathered, newspapers collected, thermostats reset, rooms checked. 

The final job, walking the bounds, or taking stock of the inside and outside property, I assigned to Karl. I told Dimitri to tag along and, for fuck sake, make friends with him.

"Care about what he cares about. Ask questions. Be nice."

While the guys were outside, I moved fast. When they got back, wine was chilling in the den, dinner ordered from our Chinese place. I chose the menu for the three of us and insisted it be ready for pick up in an hour and a half.

Sleeping arrangements I made solid as well.

Karl's everyday closet contents I moved to the guest room. Dimitri's bags I lugged into the master bedroom. 

I made a mental note to start changing the Master Bedroom into my boudoir. I would reason with Karl. 

I fanaticized, "Darling,we still love one another. But you get so excited and sometimes want relief; but you might not be able to get in touch with Rex. Now you now need to ask his permission to stick your dick in his cunt. So, let me have this room. I will fix yours up just the way you want it. You'll sleep better too. If you really want some relief after watching your porn, just call me. If no one else is here, I'll take care of you."

We three sat in the den, with Dimitri and I sitting on the small sofa together and Karl in his chair. Deja vu to Rex and I occupying the same space. 

The wine-time took the edge off the uncomfortableness of the situation. After a few sips, I asked Karl to go easy, drink no more until he got back with our dinner.

"Why don't you take the Miata out for a test drive? It hasn't been out for a run since Rex and I drove up to the mountains." 

I neglected to tell Karl how long the dinner would take to be ready.

I continued. "I can show Dimitri where he'll be staying. I am sure we all want to freshen up before dinner."

Karl left and I took Dimitri by the hand and led him into our bedroom. His head had been swiveling since getting into town, asking questions about things we take as commonplace. It was good to bring him into a space where he knew what to do.

Dimitri was like an animal. My other two lovers were kind, gentle and took their time. Not Dimitri. He was not a bear, a Russian bear, pawing and mauling and all over me. Instead, Dimitri was more of a goat.

I insisted we must be clean first. He stripped so fast, I couldn't keep up! 

Our bathroom is a showcase with a huge jetted tub, a separate shower big enough for two or even three. Mirrors and paintings and (at this time of year) windows opening to the patio area. Dimitri had the shower water running and invited me to join in.

In his best attempt at Americanization, he said, "Come on in, the water's fine."

The stream was hot enough to make the room foggy.

We washed each other, now taking our time to explore the new bodies that would soon be one.

We became languid and finally, I said, "I'm done."

Dimitri said, "OK." and before I could scream "NO!", he turned off all the hot water: icy cold water cascaded from the faucet.

I was in shock. There was no place to run to but literally underneath Dimitri. 

He sheltered me, hugged me and said, "You will get used to this and after I leave, this is the way you will bathe."

I wasn't so sure.

He just laughed and grabbed a big towel. He rubbed, massaged and dried my body with the towel, intermittently drying himself. I was shocked at how open and bold we were with one another.

I confessed, "I won't say I've never done this before, but you bring out an openness and freedom in me I never knew existed."

He led me to the bed and laid me down and started kissing me. 

Forehead, eyelids, ear, other ear, neck, titties and then back again.

He whispered, "Next time, I let husband undress you, slowly. You make him do that?"

"Yes." Of course I would make Karl undress me for him, plus anything else Dimitri asked as well.

Dimitri went back to my left breast and addressed it thusly, 

"You are beautiful. I cannot choose between you and your twin sister, so I must treat you both the same. The only difference will be the shape of the marks I leave on you. Don't be jealous if one gets more than the other. Both will be satisfied, I promise."

With that vow, Dimitri grasped my left titty with both hands in a circle and proceeded to suck on the nipple. 

"The first bite will be on the bottom. Husband may not notice it at first, but when he sees it is the largest, he will appreciate what joy I brought you."

He bit me on that fold between breast and chest, but still on the sensuous portion.

"Oh God! Nobody's ever done that before!" 

Then he did the other one. Dimitri was an expert at marking me. His love bites, hickeys, pinches, bruises marked me as his. 

Rex may own my cunt and Karl my ass, but Dimitri gets the rest.

I thought he was through biting my tits, but he kept coming back to them, as we progressed through my sucking him, his fingering me, my secret whispers in his ear our grunts and groans of sheer ecstasy.

Dimitri had no problem obeying Rex's order. 

"I respect my place here. It is your husband's place that will need attention. I will help him along, when the time comes."

Dimitri said this matter-of-factly, as I was doing my best to fit the condom over Dimitri's enormous helmet. When that task was complete, I lay down, opened my legs and let him have his way with me.

Readers might object to that last sentence as trite, but I am totally honest, here. I let him do whatever he wanted with me.

I asked, "Dimitri, do you have a phrase in Russian, 'fuckdoll'?"

He said, "No. But I think I like it."

He heard me say, "I am your fuckdoll today. Do with me what you will." 

That is where the goat part comes in. His ass moved jackhammer-style, moving that lightbulb of a dickhead so fast in and out me I thought he was a machine. The rest of his body, arms, legs, and torso were as rock-hard as his dick. He wouldn't stop. 

Neither my fingers nor Peter, my dildo, could move that fast or furiously.

I could never match Dimitri's movement, even when I was a teenager. So I just took it: laid there and let him fuck me like an animal.

I thought, "Next time, he is going to do this animal-style, doggy-style. Yeah, let him fuck me like the bitch I can be. Karl will need to watch Dimitri do me like that. If Dimitri wants Karl to clean us up, I think he will do it."

Did I cum? Once when he slowed down enough to leave another pair of marks on my body, above my titties. I could feel his dick throb as it worked my pussy. 

I came really hard next time, when he was done and the rubber in the trash can. 

My lover was showing his appreciation by being as gentle with his mouth on my sore pussy lips as he was severe on the rest of my body.

Time stood still for a while. 

Then we got some clothes on, to be moderately tasteful, even if we were still on the bed.

In unison, later, we said, "I hear someone coming." 

We stayed put, both knowing Karl had to see this.

We waited.

When Karl came into the bedroom, I was lying on my back, dressed in a short skirt, blouse.

Dimitri was almost dressed, with fresh shirt and underwear on, straddling my chest and tickling me, teasing me, joking with me, whispering into my ear. 

I was examining his now-flaccid penis.

When Karl made his presence known, Dimitri eventually lifted himself off me.

Karl might have thought we'd gone no further than some heavy petting. However, Dimitri leaned over my body, pulled my skirt up and drew my panties to the side, showing my still-ruby red pussy.

He bragged, "Karl. Here is proof. Your wife's cunt is still intact. The rubber is in the bin if you wish to check."

"If our friend Rex asks you if I used a rubber when I fucked this delicious pussy, you can tell him I kept my promise."

Dimitri then leaned down and kissed my pussy, blatantly using his tongue on me.

Then, as he walked out of my boudoir, he said,

"You may kiss the bride."