0 comments/ 76469 views/ 10 favorites First Time Cheat Ch. 01 By: Harryandsally Louise sipped her Mojito and listened as listened and Pete spoke to her. She struggled to hear him over the noise of the music, so he leaned in closer until she could feel his hot breath on her ear. What he was saying didn't matter I suppose, she knew what he wanted, what she wanted. The conversation was irrelevant I suppose. One problem then flashed into her mind, her husband. Louise had been married for 5 years now, they were reasonably happy but work pressures and looking after a young child had taken it's toll on their relationship. Sex was rare, probably due to the fact they didn't spend much time together these days. Louise was desperate to feel wanted again, desperate for a passionate man who made her feel special. She didn't want to cheat though, she loved her husband, surely she ought to banish these thoughts. She couldn't deny it was tempting though, she was away in Leeds on a girls weekend away, it was late, she was pretty drunk by now, who would know? These questions were still racing through her head as Pete went to the bar for another drink. "So what's my chances of you leaving here with me tonight then?" He asked her when he returned from the bar. "You don't waste any time do you?!" She said, happy to flirt with him. "Best way in my experience." He quipped back with a kind of arrogance that Louise loved. "I'm a married woman you know." Louise went on. "I don't do that sort of thing. Louise was even doubting the words as they came out of her mouth. Paul just smiled and took a swig of his pint. As Louise looked around she could only see 2 of the girls she was away with left. It was 2am now and a couple of the older ones in the group had gone back to the hotel. The 2 remaining girls were being chatted up by a couple of lads not far from where she stood. This made Louise think again to go for it, but they weren't married though, were they? Louise needed to feel good about herself again though. She was only 33 and had a decent size 14 figure despite having had 2 children. Her tits were still firm, her bum still shapely, but her husband didn't seem interest in her any more. They had only had sex a couple of times in the last 6 months, despite her offering. Another Mojito was on it's way down when her last 2 friends disappeared with their men for the night. She knew she should just get a taxi and go back to the hotel, but she didn't. Maybe she had subconsciously decided that she was going to do this already by not leaving when she had the chance. Louise had more doubts flooding back in. She had been with her husband, Mike, for 10 years in all. She had been a bit wild before she met him, having quite a few drunken one night stands when she was younger, but she hadn't really thought about doing it again once she was married. "Why don't we go back to my place, have another drink?" Paul asked her, breaking her out of her trance. "No pressure, just a drink, then I'll get you a taxi if you want to go." "Ok." She replied, "I shouldn't be doing this, don't expect too much from me." "Like I said, no pressure." Pete said. He gave her a reassuring smile and put his hand on the small of her back as he showed her out. Louise felt a twinge of shame at what she was doing, but also excitement. Her husband wasn't a bad man, he just didn't seem to want her anymore. And she needed to feel wanted. They hailed a taxi and took the 10 minute drive back to Pete's flat. Neither of them said much, they could both sense Louise's nerves. Pete's flat was typical of a man of his age. He must have been in his late 20's, and like most 21st Century men, had a smart, tidy flat. It was very minimalist. Once in, he put on some music, Bobby Womack. His smooth vocals, soaring over the lush strings seemed to fit with the surroundings perfectly. "Beer?" He asked her. "I haven't got much in I'm afraid." "Beer's fine." She replied. Louise felt the butterflies coming back as Pete brought the beer's in and joined her on the sofa. She wanted him, she knew it, he knew it. She also knew that she shouldn't do it. Her marriage was worth more than this, but she couldn't stand the thought of the rest of her life in a sexless marriage. Louise made her move and edged closer to him. She put her beer down and kissed him. Now or never she thought. Pete happily responded, stroking her hair as their tongues entwined. It felt so good to Louise, an electricity she hadn't felt in years. She put the fact that she was cheating to the back of her mind, the one thing she and Mike always said they wouldn't do. She was doing it now though, no turning back now. Pete moved his hand onto her breasts, caressing and gently squeezing her 38DD tits. She groaned softly as he did this, slowly moving her hand up his leg to his cock. As Louise first touched it, he too let out a small groan, he was rock hard already. From what she could feel, he had quite a decent sized cock, she needed to see it. Louise expertly undid his button and belt before popping the buttons on his fly. She reached inside his boxer shorts and felt along his length, it must be at least 8 inches long she thought. Pete helped her take of his trousers and pants, exposing his 8" erection. Louise paused for a moment to enjoy the impressive sight. She then moved herself down until she was close enough to flick her tongue over the tip. Pete let out a small groan of pleasure as she playfully licked the head of his cock. Louise teased him for what seemed like an eternity, licking softly around the tip and down his shaft. When she finally plunged it into her mouth, he let out a huge groan. Louise deep throated him, taking all but the last couple of inches in, she worked on him hard with her hand as she sucked him deeper and deeper. She eventually managed to get his entire length into her mouth, her nose pressing against his pubic area. She was loving it. Pete just sat back on his sofa letting her work on him, he knew he wasn't far from coming now. Louise was just enjoying the sight of a man in obvious pleasure as a result of what she was doing. She hadn't given her husband a blowjob for over a year, not since he told her he didn't particularly enjoy them. "I'm coming." Pete told her breathlessly. Louise carried on working on him, again taking the whole of his length in her mouth. She wasn't keen on the taste of semen but had decided she was going to have him come in her mouth. She was acting in the pure lust of the situation now. A few seconds later, Louise felt Pete tense up. She left just the tip of his cock in her mouth and locked her lips tightly around it. Pete let out a huge groan as he came, firing his load into her mouth. Louise felt the first few bolts hitting the back of her throat, them more of his warm seed spilling into her mouth. She didn't gag at all, she happily received it all before swallowing every drop. "That was fucking fantastic!" Pete told her when he got his breath back. Laura licked her lips and kissed him, Pete actually liked the slightly salty taste on her lips. It was wonderfully dirty. "I haven't enjoyed giving a blowjob as much as that for years!" She told him. "You're a lucky boy as I never let anyone come in my mouth these days!" Pete smiled and kissed her again, this time feeling her tits through her top. Louise soon took her top off to allow him better access. Pete squeezed her ample breasts through the black lacy bra she was wearing. Louise was now desperate to feel Pete inside her. Louise the laid herself back and eased herself out of her black trousers and thong, she could now feel the cool air against her wet pussy. Pete laid over her and kissed her nipples through the lace of her bra, this was driving her wild. After he'd paid her tits attention Pete started to kiss down her belly, Louise was dying for him to lick her now. It had probably been 5 years since Mike had done this to her, he made no secret of his dislike of doing it. Pete stopped at her pubic mound and gently kissed and licked. Louise never shaved down there much, just a bit of a trim from time to time, she felt a bit self conscious for a few moments until Pete dived between her legs, licking her slit from top to bottom. She yelped with joy as his tongue flicked her clit for the first time. "God, you've got me so wet! I hope it's not too much." Louise told him. "Don't worry about that." Pete replied. "I love it, and you taste fantastic. I've no idea why your husband doesn't appreciate you more." Louise tilted her head back and tried to forget her husband. The guilt she would have to deal with later. She was going to enjoy this now. Pete stayed down, licking her wet slit for as long as it took. Louise started to relax a bit more after a while allowing him to insert a finger into her. He started to curl it up towards the front wall of her vagina which nearly made her jump off the bed. Once she was used to this, he inserted another, making the same beckoning motion. He also clamped his lips around her clitoris, slowly circling it with his tongue. She immediately started to come, it was the most amazing orgasm she could remember. Rather than stop though, Pete carried on once she stopped convulsing. Within seconds she was coming again, this time, wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. She felt a heat inside her that she'd never before felt. "Was that ok?" Pete asked her. "Ok?!" She exclaimed. "It was fucking amazing! I've never felt like that before." "You must be fucking the wrong man then!" He joked. Louise gave him a playful slap, and mentioned it no more. Pete led her to the bedroom, helping her to remove her bra and taking the rest of his clothes off. He was in decent shape, she thought, guessing that he was nearly 40. "Have you got condoms?" Louise asked him before things got too heated. "I can't afford any accidents." Pete got the packet out of his wallet before joining her on the bed. They spent the next 10 minutes kissing and touching, everything was more sensual this time, less urgent. His erection was soon rock hard again before too long so Louise reached for the condoms and unwrapped one. She carefully out it on him, licking down his shaft again as she rolled it on. Once in place, she gently wanked him while kissing and sucking his balls. "I need to fuck you now." Pete told her, laying her down on his bed, spreading her legs with his own. Louise was happy to submit to him, she loved a dominant man, one that knew what he wanted. She was happy to let him take it. Pete teased her hole with the tip of his cock for a few moments before slamming his length into her, taking her breath away as it did. Louise delighted at the feeling of being so full, he was at least a couple of inches bigger than Mike, the biggest she'd seen in years. Louise reached up and kissed him as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her, while he played with her tits with his free hand. Pete slowly started to build up the pace of his fucking, now starting to pound her with longer, harder strokes. He also was now grinding his pubic bone against her clitoris, she could already feel herself starting to get hot, her 3rd orgasm was coming. Pete sensed this and pressed himself against her clit harder, he could now see her chest starting to flush red. After another minute Louise screamed and shook as she came, digging her nails into Pete's back. He withdrew and gave her a few moments to get her breath back, she needed it, she hadn't had sex like this in years. "Fuck me doggy style." Louise told him. "I want it hard, I need you to come again, I want to feel it on me, come on my arse when you're ready." Pete duly did as he was told, Louise got on all fours and pushed her bum up, displaying both of her holes to him. She felt so filthy exposing herself like this, she was really into this now. Pete slid easily into Louise's wet hole, fucking her hard now as she had told him. He grabbed a hold of her hips and rode her as hard as he could. Gone was the slow, romantic sex they'd first had, this was raw animal lust now. They went on like this for a good 10 minutes until Louise buckled, unable to take anymore. They were both sweating and out of breath, but Louise was desperate to see him come again. "Why don't you wank over my tits?" She offered him. "I love seeing a man wanking over me." Pete ripped the condom off and started to wank. "Come on big boy," Louise said to him, looking him right in the eye. "Let's see what you've got!" She was loving doing the the dirty talk, imploring him on. "Look at my big tits," She told him while squeezing them together, playing with her nipples. "They're desperate for your come, I want you to cover them in spunk." Pete was breathing fast again now, he wasn't far from coming now. Louise cupped his balls and started to stroke his perineum, occasionally allowing her finger to brush against his arsehole. Pete made a sharp intake of breath every time she did this. "Would you like me to finger your arse while you wank?" Louise asked him. "Yes, no-one's ever done that to me before." He replied. "Don't worry, I haven't either, it'll be fun!" She said. Louise had the idea of using her juice as a lubricant and dipped her middle finger into her still moist pussy. She again massaged around his hole as he started to wank again, before she slipped her finger into his bum. Pete winced a bit but soon relaxed as she probed him. It only took a couple of minutes before Pete was coming again. Pete gave one final groan as the first bolt of spunk flew out and landed on her left tit, the next couple also flew out, splattering her ample breasts now. Despite the fact he had already come once, he produced a huge amount of semen, Louise smiled at him and massaged his spunk into her tits. "That was fucking amazing!" He said to her. "I haven't had a shag in ages, you were fantastic." "Me neither!" Louise replied. "I really needed that." "Stay the night." He asked her. "I really should get back." She replied. "The girls will wonder where I am." "It's gone 4 now," Pete continued, "You might as well stay, we can have a bit more fun in the morning!" Louise had to admit that it made sense. It wasn't as if she could explain where she'd been until this time, her friends knew the score. She'd have to hope she could trust them and that it wouldn't get back to Mike. "Ok, I'll stay." She said, "But I'll have to go fairly early tomorrow." Paul smiled as she made her way to his bathroom. Louise had a quick shower to clean herself up and went back to bed with Pete. They fell asleep with him holding her, the first time in ages that somebody had done that to her too. Louise kept telling herself it was a one night stand, nothing more. It had made her feel alive again though. They awoke at 10am, hangovers yet to kick in, Louise made the first move on him, sucking his cock until he was hard again. She had rediscovered her love of giving blowjobs now, maybe she could even get Mike interested again she thought. Pete then moved her into a 69, allowing him access to her rapidly moistening pussy. She ground herself harder onto his face as he began to probe her more deeply with his tongue. They finished off with Louise riding Pete until he came, filling his condom with more sperm. Their morning session had lacked the intense lust of the previous night, it was still enjoyable but she could now see this for what it was, a no strings fuck. Louise soon got ready while Pete called her a taxi. "I really do hope you and your husband sort your differences out." Pete told her in a sincere voice. "I don't think he realises what he's got here." This last compliment meant a lot to Louise, her confidence got such a boost from this. She kissed him goodbye and made her way back to the hotel in the taxi, her first walk of shame since she was much younger! "What have you been up to you dirty stopout?!" Asked her friend Amy. "You know." She said. "I've been a silly girl." Louise was now starting to sober up and started to realize what she had done. She felt a bit sick, partially to do with the drink, partially knowing that she'd cheated on her husband. Amy wasn't bothered though, she just wanted the full details of what had gone on. "So what was he like then?" She questioned. "He looked alright, was he a good shag?" "Yeah," Louise replied, "Really good. I feel awful now though. Mike's a good man, me treats me well but shows no interest in me sexually. He doesn't deserve this." "Look, don't beat yourself up over this." Amy went on. "I know it's not an ideal situation but you needed sex, and he was there. You were bound to give in eventually." "I just feel like shit for going behind his back." Louise carried on. "The sex was fantastic, best I've had in years. That makes me feel even worse, I'm glad it happened as I enjoyed it. I'm just a horrible person." Louise looked close to tears, she really did feel terrible about what she had done. She couldn't just blame Mike, all couples go through spells like this, not all of the respond by sleeping with a total stranger. "No you're not." Amy said, giving her a comforting hug. "Just have a long think about what's happened when you get back. You need to decide whether you want to work on your marriage and make it work, or whether this is the end." Louise just nodded and listened. "Just put this behind you," Amy went on. "It happens all the time. If you were careful, Mike never need know. Just think about whether you can make it work or not. If you can, never speak of this moment again and move on. If not, then you know what to do." The words made perfect sense. She felt a bit better after this chat. Louise phoned Mike that day and chatted about the kids. He seemed in a good mood, even said that he was missing her. This made her feel even worse, but reinforced he resolve to make her marriage work. The final night in Leeds went past without incident. The drinking was slightly more sedate than the previous night. Most of them were back in the hotel by midnight, still suffering from the night before and ready for bed. When she arrived back home on the Sunday, Mike welcomed Louise back with a warm hug. She immediately felt more guilt, like she should just open up and tell him what she had done. She resisted at this point though, knowing nothing could be gained from it. Mike made it clear that he wanted her that night, he kissed her with a passion she hadn't felt for months. She couldn't believe she had done what she had now, if only Mike had been like this earlier. The kids were in bed, so they decided to do it on the sofa, like they were kids again. Mike was like a different man, he was ripping her clothes off, squeezing her tits with an urgency he hadn't had for years. He didn't even get her knickers off in the end, just pulled them to one side and fucked her. It lasted no more than 2 or 3 minutes from start to finish. Once Mike had come inside her, he seemed to go cold on her again. No cuddles, no affection, nothing. "Why do we have sex like that then you don't want to know me?" Louise asked him with an exasperated tone. No answer. "Please don't tell me that's it for another couple of months." Mike said nothing, they eventually dropped off to sleep with nothing resolved. Louise had been close to confessing her infidelity to just provoke a reaction from him. She didn't in the end, deciding to keep it secret for now. A month later, nothing had changed. They hadn't had sex since the night Louise got back from Leeds. Mike seemed even more withdrawn. "What is wrong with me and you." She asked him. "I don't know." He said in a resigned voice." "Why don't you want me anymore?" She probed. "I do." He replied. "It's just so different since we've had kids." First Time Cheat Ch. 01 "How?" She questioned him. "I just don't feel like we're free to do stuff like we used to anymore. Not the sort of wild sex we used to have. We're parents now." He carried on. Finally Louise felt they might be getting to the root of the problem. "So you don't feel like you can do dirty stuff with me anymore?" Louise asked him. "No." He replied. "Why?" She asked him. "I've never turned you down." She carried on. "I don't know. Things just didn't seem the same anymore." He said. "Then things just drifted, the gap got bigger until it seemed too much." Louise just listened, knowing he was being straight with her as always. "Look, I need to tell you something." Mike said, looking a bit scared. "Go on." Louise said. "I don't know how to say it." He was now looking very uncomfortable. "I paid to have sex with a prostitute a couple of weeks ago." He blurted out. Louise was shocked. She hadn't expected this at all. She felt a kind of horror at the admission but a sort of relief that she could now confess her infidelity without as much guilt. "Why?" She asked him, encouraging him to open up. "I just felt that I couldn't talk to you anymore, we'd drifted so far apart." He was now spilling out his feelings to her. "What did you want from her that I couldn't give you?" Louise asked. "I wanted raw, dirty sex. The type we had years ago." He continued. "It had been so long, I didn't think we could eer get that feeling back again. I feel such a bastard." "I wish you had just talked to me." Louise told him. "I've missed the way we used to be too. What did she do for you then?" Louie asked him, wanting him to spill the beans. "It was a blowjob, coming in her mouth, that sort of thing. I just didn't think you liked that sort of thing anymore." He finally opened up. "I really hate myself for doing it, I really do." "I don't know what to say. I'm gutted that you felt you couldn't ask me for stuff like that anymore, but I'm not surprised." They both sat quietly thinking about what had been said. It had made Louise's confession a little easier now. "Look, I've been naughty too. I had a one night stand when I was in Leeds." She told him. Mike's face dropped, he knew he couldn't have a go at her though, not after what he had just told her. "It was just sex, nothing more." She continued. "I was drunk and he was saying the right things to me. I'm sorry I weakened, I know I always said I wouldn't, but I did. I guess I felt you weren't interested in me anymore as he was." "Was it good?" Mike asked her. "Yes it was." She continued. "Better than me?" He asked. "Yes, better than we have now." Louise said, "Not as good as we used to have though. That's what I miss, the passion, the fun we used to have." "I miss it too." Mike said. "We just drifted so far apart that it got impossible to ask anymore." Silence again. Their secrets were out now, things had changed for ever, whether it ended up better or worse. "What do we do now then?" Louise asked after a couple of minutes. "I don't know." Mike answered quietly. "There's 2 options as I see it. We can't go back to the way we have been for the last couple of years, I couldn't live the rest of my life like that." Louise continued. "What do you suggest we do then?" Mike questioned her. "It's not looking good is it?" "No, it isn't." She went on. "We either have to end it here, if we really don't want to be with each other, or just forgive these mistakes we've made and move on." Mike thought again for a few moments. "It has to be complete forgiveness though." Louise carried on. "We can't move on unless both of us are prepared to accept what we've done. Can you do that? I need to be sure that you can feel the same way about me knowing I've shagged another man." "Can you forgive me? More to the point." Mike said, with a hint of regret in his voice. "I feel dirty knowing I've been with whores, and forgot about you while I did it." "Well don't." She reassured him. "Like I said, we've got to move forward if we're going to make this work. Just one thing though, I want to know everything, who, where, when, what you did. I need to know everything before we leave this behind." Mike thought about it for a few moments before starting, he knew he had to tell her the gory truth now, no holding back. "I've been to see about a dozen girls over the last couple of years." Louise looked a bit shocked at his admission. "I started after we had a couple of big rows." He went on. "It was when you went to Benidorm with the girls. I just assumed you'd cheat on me in a place like that." "I didn't you know." Louise told him. "I thought about it, believe me. I could have done but I didn't." "I know that now." He said with a tinge of regret. "But we just weren't talking back then, it wasn't just me you know, you didn't seem to want me either." "I know." Louise said. "I'm not trying to blame this all on you. Carry on." "I went out with the lads one night while you were away, got a bit drunk and ended up going to a massage parlor with Geoff. He was single at the time and going regularly." He continued. "He kept on telling me I shouldn't do this, I should talk to you, but I didn't listen." Louise sat and listened, let him talk and open up to her for a change. "The first time I went it was just a quick fuck." He went on. "It wasn't even any good." "So why did you go back?" She asked him. "It was almost kind of addictive." He continued. "I was sober the next time I went and spent a bit longer with a different girl." "What did you do? How much did she charge." Louise now probed. She was almost starting to enjoy this now, was that wrong? The thought of her husband with another woman wasn't as sickening as she thought. Maybe it would have been if she hadn't had an affair too, but she had. "The 2nd time I spent an hour there. £100 for pretty much anything goes." Mike looked a bit embarrassed at this stage. "Go on." Louise pressed him further. "I got a blowjob, no condom. She even let me come in her mouth." He finally replied. "You hadn't let me do that for ages, it felt good, really good. I went down on her after that then we fucked. I always used condoms for full sex." "Good to hear it!" Louise said. "I went back every now and then. Not often, usually when we'd had a big row or no sex for ages." He said. "I'd happily suck your cock you know." Louise told him. "All you need to do is ask, shame you couldn't have just asked me." "I wish I had." Mike said. He looked genuine as he said it, Louise believed he really did feel something for her after all. "I still love you, you know." Louise told him. "And I love you too." She kissed him on the cheek and put her arm round him. They held each other for a good couple of minutes before Louise spoke again. "Just promise me you won't go to prostitutes anymore." She asked him. "There's nothing I won't try with you at least once, or more if I like it!" Mike smiled at her. "I promise I won't cheat on you again too." Louise told him, she really meant this, as much as she had enjoyed the sex, she would rather have her husband back the way they were when they met. "Let's go upstairs." Mike told her, holding her hand, leading her up the stairs. Mike was soon pulling her trousers and knickers off while she did the same to him. Within seconds they were naked on the bed together, kissing, touching, feeling like young lovers again. Mike kissed and licked her boobs, lovingly feeling them, gently biting her nipples as he teased her. He soon started licking and kissing his way down her belly. Louise could feel her moisture beginning to flow now, she knew what was coming, Mike hadn't done this to her for at least a couple of years. He made contact with her moist slit, slowly running his tongue up and down her outer lips. He savored her aroma, lapping up her juice, he couldn't get enough. Louise spread her legs wider to give him a better view, pulling her lips apart to show him her most intimate parts. Mike started to lick round her clitoris, concentrating on giving his wife the orgasm she craved so much. "Did that bloke do this to you?" He asked her, diving back in and licking her again before she had time to answer. "Yes." She replied. "It didn't feel this good though." "Did you suck his cock?" He asked, clearly now getting excited at his wife's answers. "Yes." She answered. "And did you let him come in your mouth?" He asked. Louise was close to orgasm now, the dirty talk was pushing her even closer to the edge. "Yes." She answered again. "I swallowed every drop." Mike made one last effort, clamping his lips around her clit, putting constant pressure on with his tongue. Louise came hard, harder than she had for years. It felt so good to have her husband make her feel like that again. Maybe they could see this through. "I want to suck your cock now." Louise told him. "I'm going to make you come now." Mike laid back on the bed and allowed Louise to work on his erection. She licked up and down his shaft, working on his balls when she got down to the bottom. After teasing her tongue around his tip for a while, she swallowed his entire length, deep throating him completely. As soon as she started this, Mike knew he would come soon. He managed to hold out for a couple of minutes before he felt himself building up. Louise sensed this and continued sucking deeply. Louise closed her mouth around his shaft and waited for his explosion. Mike then let go, filling Louise's mouth with his hot seed. She gratefully swallowed every drop, milking him until there was nothing more. "That was unreal." Mike said when he got his breath back. "I never thought we'd do stuff like that again." "See, I told you we could." Louise said, kissing him. "Did it turn you on? Talking about my one night stand like that?" "It did." He admitted. "I was a bit shocked at first, but then it started to make he hornier than ever!" "I'm glad." She replied. "I really enjoyed hearing about the stuff you did too, I shouldn't but I did for some reason." "Let's just agree to talk to each other in the future." Mike asked her. "If either of us have anything we want to try, no matter how extreme, we just talk about it." "It's a deal." Louise agreed. They spent the rest of the night, cuddling, making love, talking, just like they used to. Both of them felt a connection just like when they first met. They knew they still had a long way to go, but it was a start. First Time Cheat Ch. 02 I'm a reckless, selfish asshole. I already know that. I must be crazy to risk a marriage with a good woman and a 2 year old daughter. But after the first time I cheated on her with a complete stranger and got away with it, something happened to my brain. It's like I have an itch in there. I've reverted to the teenage version of myself. I leer at anything with two breasts; just to see what is exposed, if I can make eye contact, if there's a chance... 'I'm just fantasizing,' I tell myself. And there's nothing wrong with that, right? And as much as it occupied my mind, I never really thought I would act on it...again. It's too risky, not to mention wrong. But if common sense tells me that a stranger is bad enough, cheating with a friend is about the dumbest thing I can do. And the LAST person I would EVER chance a move on, is my sister. But when a situation presented itself, I acted on it. I'm going to hell. Tory is my age, a few years older then her sister. She's got just a couple extra pounds on her but she's curvy in all the right places and is just as beautiful as my wife, in a different way. She's single with a live-in boyfriend of 10 years. I don't care for the guy, no one does; not even her sometimes, it seems. But she'll never leave him. Instead, she goes out on the town with all her friends without him. She gets so much attention from other guys I am always impressed how she returns home to this loser every night, wasted or not. I hear they don't even fuck. I've checked out her clothes before; what a waste of 38D's. She and I have a good relationship. She's at my house practically every other day to spend time with her sister and my daughter. Sometimes I feel like I have two wives. But then, sometimes I feel like she's my sister. But I never had the kind of thoughts about my sister like I've been having about Tory. (Well, that's not true, but I was in the throws of puberty at the time; I would have fucked the family dog if the bitch wasn't so mean. Maybe that's why Dad always had Dobermans?) Anyway, without her jerk around so often, Tory acts and behaves like she's single most of the time. She drinks like a fish when we go out and flirts playfully with guys. Hardly ever with me and if she does it's certainly never around my wife; we both know better then to mess with my wife's jealous side! But last weekend I was home alone while the wife was out and enjoying some private time: checking out some fresh downloads. I had my dick in hand when I got a call from Tory's cell phone. She was in the area and wanted to visit. I told her I was alone, but insisted she come by anyway since she was nearby. So much for private time; but I like my sister. I honestly had no intention of anything happening between us. I just like to sneak peaks at her big ass and heavy tits when she's around. So I tucked my half-massed boy down tight in my drawers and cleared the screen. I heard her car pull up into the driveway and walked outside to meet her. I wanted to grab a CD from my jeep. She was just stepping out of her car when I got a look at her. She was wearing a white button up blouse with kaki shorts. She sure can fill a shirt! Then I saw her car. "Tory!" I said, surprised and pointing: "You have a flat!" How was she driving like that? "What?" she said, walking around to the passenger side. "Oh my god. I thought I felt something weird." As she rounded the hood, turning and leaning over to see the tire, I guess her ankle twisted because she fell forward --and right into me. I saw it happening and was quick enough to catch her with both arms open, but it wasn't smooth. The crash couldn't have been choreographed if you tried: Her shoulder pounded into my chest and she fell sideways into me. To keep her from slipping thru to the ground, I grabbed her body with both hands, and tried to keep myself from falling backwards. As soon as she hit me, her hands just grabbed anything in desperation. I was wearing running shorts and she gripped them AND my underwear tightly as she slid, pulling them down my thighs and scratching me with her nails. I held her, mid-fall. She grimaced from the ankle pain and embarrassment of tripping until, looking down, it registered that she was staring at my half-hard dick and balls. I was embarrassed but I couldn't just let her go; I had to help her regain her footing first. But when I tried to pull her up to her feet she cried out in pain, terribly, clawing at my right hand. "What!?" I cried. "Your ankle?" "No! Let go!" she cried. She was shifting, without balance because of her hurt left foot which wouldn't lock. So I tried to pull her up to her feet but she cried out again. "Ouch! Stop!" she screamed. Finally she just went limp and let herself slump to the concrete, moaning. I had to drop down to my knees along with her, to control her fall. As she slid down her face was only a few inches from my cock. Jesus! She grabbed my right hand roughly and tore it away from her. I was slightly annoyed at that action because I was only trying to help hold her up when I finally understood. With my own dick exposed I was completely unaware that I was holding her up by a tight grip on her right boob -and my keys were in my hand! She was gripping her right breast with both hands and crying. "Oh my god, Tory. I'm so sorry!" I said, trying to console her. Her face was almost in my lap and I was kneeling on both knees with my shorts yanked down and my dick exposed and rapidly shrinking. I hope the neighbors across the street weren't looking at my naked ass. "Oh my god!" She said, looking right at my dick. "I'm sorry." I said, "Let me get up so I can pull these up." "No!" she said immediately. "I mean, your bleeding. Look." She was right. Three fingernails scratched raw lines into my upper, inner thigh. One was bleeding. "Oh," I said, looking at my thighs and trying to cover my dick with my hands at the same time. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry." She said, suddenly looking embarrassed, for the first time, for exposing me. "I'm really sorry." She pushed herself up on her arms and I quickly yanked both sides of my shorts up to my hips. But my shorts slid under my long dick and flopped it upwards, still exposed. Damnit! I pulled them away from my body and tucked my Johnson away quickly. I was covered finally. "Don't worry about me. It's not that bad. How are you?" She was leaning over examining her ankle and skinned knee while still gasping her right boob. "It hurts. And so does my tit!" "I'm sorry. I didn't know." I said. "I'll help you up." I pocketed my keys, put my hands back under her arms from behind and prepared to hoist her up. "Are you ready?" She positioned her legs where she wanted and stiffened her arms. "O.K." I counted: "One, Two, Three!" But when I hefted her up, she put weight on her ankle and cried out again, slumping. This time my arms caught her weight fully so she didn't fall but my hands instinctively grabbed inwards and there I was: holding two handfuls of her D titties. This was like a circus show. "Jim!" she exclaimed, but she was laughing too. Then she felt pain again: "Ouch! Let go!" "I'm sorry!" I said quickly, and moved my hands down so they were at least under her boobs instead of holding them. I noticed how much heat was underneath those heavy globes. "Jesus Christ." I muttered, while I helped steady her on one foot. We were finally standing, looking around embarrassed. "Let me help you inside." I said, shaking my head. "Please." She said, looking really weary. She put an arm around my neck and we cobbled up the sidewalk and thru the front door. She started to head for the couch but I told her to wait where she was, "I'll get the ice pack from the freezer and then we're going to the master bathroom for the first aid kit." We made it to the bathroom in one piece and she sat down on my wife's make-up chair. Her ankle was swollen and a little blue but not too bad. I sat on the edge of the tub right in front of her, and lifted her leg onto the tub deck. "You need to keep this elevated for a bit and not move." I used some gauze, wrapped around her foot to hold the cold pack in place. I said, "Let me clean your knee, Tory." "No, Jim. You don't have to do that." She began to protest. But I insisted. "Listen," I said, stopping to look into her eyes. "I don't mind a bit." I wasn't flirting at this point. But I WAS holding her smooth calf in one hand and her thick thigh in the other. And they felt good. We sort-of shared a moment looking at each other, before she said: "O.k. Be gentle. It stings." "I'll be gentle" I said quietly. I reached for the peroxide and cotton balls nearby. I cleaned off the little bit of blood and put Neosporin on an oversized band-aid and put it on. "Was that O.k.?" I said, still looking holding and stroking her leg. "It was good." She said quietly. "Thank you." My eyes slowly traced up her leg, to her shorts, to her belly to her chest. "Oh my god." She followed my eyes to her right breast. "YOU'RE bleeding." I said. Her blouse was starting to stick to her bra on a small red spot forming below. Without asking, I reached up and slowly peeled the shirt open. "Hey!" she started, and clasped her blouse shut at the top. I cut her off: "We have to look at it. What if it gets infected?" "Then I'll look at it. I'll just..." "Tory!" I cut her off again. "Please. Just let me help." I used my eyes to tell her I meant no monkey business. "Besides...I mean...tit for tat, right." I smiled to put her at ease. "I don't think you could be more embarrassed then I was earlier." "Yes I could." She said. But that got a smile. "Alright..." She thought about it. "But be good." She took her hands off her blouse and slowly moved them to her sides. I took a hold on her collar and started to open her blouse when she grabbed my hands and made eye contact. "And DON'T tell my sister about this." I knew she was very serious, and very right. I nodded. In my shorts, against my will, my dick began to swell and my balls began to move. There is no way I can keep my slim 7" hidden in running shorts. But there was no way I was stopping, where this was going. I kept looking into her eyes while my fingers found the first button and undid it. Then the next, then the next, then the next, then the last. Each time, her blouse would part a little more open from the strain of her big chest. And each time her breath would sort of catch; and her breathing seemed to get deeper. I pushed her shirt open to her sides and stared down at her large bra. It was a front clasp type and the red spot was almost right in the middle of her right cup. I looked back in her eyes. "I have to take this off." She looked flushed, red. "Well, I could just..." She looked down, searching for an alternative. And then back in my eyes, with almost a whisper: "O.k." It was deadly quiet in that room. I used both hands and pulled the two big cups together. I could feel the tension that the clasp was under. I separated them slowly until the tension was gone and her boobs fell a little, under their own weight. I decided to let the left cup rest lightly on her boob, not fully exposed. But I slowly peeled the right one to the side until I was looking at her whole breast, milky white with a few blue veins snaking from the top and sides of the round globe into a large areola with soft pink nipple in the center, which was smeared with blood. Even with the blood, it was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. And it took my breath away. At that sight, in one smooth movement, my cock rose up, from plump to ridged wood, and pointing straight out toward her. My seated position hid its true size from her, but her eyes saw the movement of my pole and just stared at it. There was small puncture wound from one of my keys and several scratches. The main cut was right on the border of her nipple. "Damn, Jim. No wonder that hurt so much." "I know." I sympathized. "I'm really sorry." "It's o.k. It's not your fault." I reached for the peroxide and wet a cotton ball. I cupped under her breast with my left hand, lifted it a little, and put the cotton to her nipple with my right and gently swabbed it. She jumped a bit, her breasts bouncing. "It stings a little." I leaned my head down close to her breast and whispered "Sorry". And I blew a slow, steady breath on the cut. I took a few turns, alternating swabbing with the cotton, and then blowing warm breath on her beautiful, pink nipple until the blood was cleaned away. Despite the pain, her nipple began to respond to my breath and it began to wrinkle up a little. But that caused more pain and now she was gritting her teeth and breathing heavier. But I was transfixed, watching it move and change shape under its own power. I kept blowing on it until the soft nipple was hard and tall, and the wrinkled, bumpy areola was the size of a silver dollar. It took will power to drag myself away from the sight. But I sat upright and we made eye contact again, and didn't say anything while I prepared a small band-aid with Neosporin and then covered the wound carefully. I hated to do it, but I grabbed the two bra cups and gently pulled them together, clasping the front and hiding her breasts again. Her arms were at her side the whole time, and she had watched me without saying a word. I reluctantly buttoned her shirt back up and then sat back staring at her pretty face. "O.k." I said. "I guess that's good." She looked like she was going to say something, then stopped and instead looked at her foot. "I think I can do without the ice now." "Oh." I forgot. "Alright." I unwrapped her foot and she lowered it to the floor, testing it. "It feels better now." "Good." I said, unsure what to do next. I was rock hard and I knew it was not going away anytime soon. Then she scooted off the chair and sat next to me on the tub deck. "Sit down on the chair. I'm going to look at your leg." "Ummm." I fumbled for a second. "I'll take of it Tory. You don't have to..." "Are you kidding?" She looked at me incredulously. "Shut up and sit there." She said simply. I moved onto the chair in one quick motion. I couldn't hide my erection so I just didn't mention it. "Let's see it." She said. I was only partially sure she meant the cut. She was staring right at my wood as I started to pull my shorts leg up as high as I could. But I still couldn't see it. It was HIGH on my inner thigh, next to my balls. "I can't get to it." I said. She looked me in the eyes and said in a low voice: "Take those off." "Tory..." I started. But I knew I was going to. It was deadly quiet again as I hooked my thumbs around the waist and lifted my ass up, dragging them down, clearing my butt first and waiting till the last moment to expose my hard cock. But then, there it was. My long, slim rod pointing sky high. I stopped when my shorts were at my thighs. But the cuts were still too hidden to be accessed like this. She never took her eyes off my blue steel as she whispered: "All the way off." I swallowed, and pulled them down my legs and kicked them away. "Let me see the cuts." She said, still staring. God, they were so far up my thigh! I finally gave in and resolved to let my sister into my privates, the way she had let me into hers. I had to open my legs wide and completely expose my ridged member and hanging balls to her view. It was, at once, a most erotic and most embarrassing moment for me. She grabbed a couple of cotton balls and soaked them in peroxide. She told me to lift my leg, so I lifted my foot to the tub deck and now I'm spread open for her viewing. The cut did bleed a little and the skin was beginning to sting some. She wiped it with the cotton and it stung more. I grit my teeth. She noticed and got down on her knees. She lowered her head to the cuts, inches from my erect cock and looked me in the eyes. "Tit for tat." And with that, she blew her warm breath softly over the cuts. She wiped it clean with the cotton, and then blew on it again a few more times. I watched her do this with wide eyes. I'm sure my cock was the hardest it has ever been. It was throbbing and then began to jerk on its own. Once clean, she prepared a band-aid quickly and blew on me one more time before covering the cut. It takes two hands to put on a band-aid and when she was done, she let her fingers linger on my inner thigh, so close to my twitching cock. Then, without saying anything, she gripped it from below the balls, wrapping her hands around the base of my cock. Oh god, I was dying! She held onto me and squeezed tight like a cockring. "Oh, Tory..." I moaned. I gripped the chair tightly, not wanting the most erotic moment I've ever experienced to end. A little precum actually squirted out my peehole. Her eyes followed it as it drained down my shaft. And then she stuck out her tongue and licked it before it got to my balls; licked the salty stream from base to dickhead. There was no going back now. She had made up her mind. She stared in my eyes for a moment while playing with her tongue in her mouth, tasting my precum. Then she squeezed the base of my cock even tighter, wrapped her beautiful, red lips around my cockhead and started bobbing short strokes up and down, concentrating on the head. Over and over and over again. The same spot. Just sucking hard on my swollen dickhead. Barely moving, but bobbing up and down. I could feel the ridges of the roof of her mouth rubbing the tip of my peehole back and forth. This incredible, terrible act we were doing put me over the edge in less then a minute. I still hadn't touched her, sitting with legs spread wide open, one raised on the tub and my hands on the chair. "Oh Tory, I'm going to cum right now! I'm so close." She kept going, and going until I came right in her perfect mouth. Squirt after squirt after squirt, she wouldn't stop. The ridges in her mouth and her tongue torturing my sensitive, orgasming peehole until I was spent and shuddering from sensation overload. She finally stopped bobbing but kept my dickhead sucked tightly in her lips. My ass had scooted to the edge of the chair during my explosion and my legs were spread eagle and she was staring in my eyes from between them while I recovered, never releasing my cockhead from suction or her tight grip on my balls, until I had calmed down and was breathing again. Goddamn, she was amazing. When I recovered from the most incredible experience of my life I stayed looking in her eyes and just shook my head from side to side, not believing what had just happened. But the motion increased my peripheral vision and something looked different to me. So I turned my head to look again and so did Tory. We both saw my wife standing in the doorway at the same time. She was visibly shaking and her mouth was open and moving but not a sound was coming out. I don't know how long she'd been standing there, but it really doesn't matter, does it? She turned slowly and then ran out from the room and a stunned, wide eyed Tory and I just sat there frozen, listening to one car door slam and then another. I really hope my little girl didn't see this. All at once, Tory put both hands over her mouth and screamed a broken, breathy sound. Shattered, with a look on her face so intense her voice could not equal it. She got up and ran away from me. I put my shorts on in a daze, stood silently for minute, and then walked outside to change Tory's flat. First Time Cheat Ch. 03 It had been a month since my wife walked in on her sister giving me a blow job. That was a Saturday. Sunday was quiet. Monday I went to work and when I returned home, all evidence of my wife was gone from our house. And neither my wife nor Tory would return my phone calls. This past month has been wrought with depression and anxiety. I miss my 2 year old daughter like crazy. She no longer shrieks and runs to me when I open the front door. To be honest, I am doing fine without the daily conversation that comes with marriage. But I do feel like a loser for breaking my promise to her. And to add to the misery, I am quite-nearly a sex addict, and it has been a month since I have had sex. At this point, I am craving some human contact other then my own. Things came to a head on Friday night, when my hormones got the better of me. I resolved to do something I have NEVER done before- something crazy: pay for sex. I just needed some action, for Christ's sake! I despise the club scene, these days. Bump and grind, drink and lie; all in the hopes you'll take some other liar home. I was looking for a sure thing without any drama. So Friday night I got high, withdrew a grand from my savings account and drove to an arguably 'seedy' side of town I used to frequent when I was single. Over there it's dirty, smelly and dangerous. The area has a gay reputation but the streets are lined with tattoos parlors and taro card readers mixed between fairly good restaurants, bars and clubs; a watered down version of New Orleans's Bourbon Street. Driving slowly down the strip, I read the signs on the old homes that have been converted into small businesses. A small, square house with a neon sign for a massage parlor jumps out at me. I gathered the business' name was: "Hands on", but in almost as large Neon lettering were the words "True Swedish Full body massage" and "done right by trained masseuse" in smaller sub-script, and "Models available" below. Now what do all these things have in common? I'm not sure, but this looks like a good place to start. Parking was in back, and I took a spot next to the back door, and walk around to the street entrance. The front door opens to a 10' x 10' room with a service window and a locked door. I ring a bell and a kid in a ripped long-johns shirt opens the window. He's maybe early 20's, the wigger type. Blond haired, ironed straight; he's not flaming, but I'll bet a Benjamin he like cock and wished he had a pussy. He says his name is James. "So how does this place work?" I ask. He is looking me up and down with his blue eyes and long lashes, like a girl. I think he's wearing makeup. "Well, it's $60 to rent a space for half and hour, or $100 to have the room for an hour." He says with this wimpy, effeminate voice. "You tip the models separately for...whatever you want." He gives a half smile/smirk. His eyes have a shifty quality. I don't like this kid. Forget it. Let's see some tits and ass... I agree to an hour session and pay the room fee upfront, using my wad of cash. I don't carry my wallet to clubs or bars; just my I.D., back-up credit card and cash. Tonight, I also carried condoms. But I don't like his dead, blank face when staring at the money I pull out. Fuck it. I'm horny as hell and anticipating hands or a mouth on my cock. I haven't cum in 2 days, intentionally building my excitement and reserves for my planned night out. I'd pay every dollar in my pocket to fuck a hot chick tonight. Disgusting, I know. I have never paid for sex, out-right. I walk thru the door a moment later into another 10'x10' room where 4 girls are waiting in front of me. A true smorgasbord! There is a Latino with a huge ass and pushed-up B titties, but she reminds me of my wife so I look past her. There is a black chick with great tits and ass, but she's also little scary looking: dreads, long fake nails and eyelashes, and what is that: a bullet wound in her arm? There's a small Chinese chick, playing the young girl look. She's certainly cute but has hardly any tits or ass- just not my thing. There's only one girl left, and she's perfect what I had in mind. So, I choose the slightly pudgy blond with big naturals, because I love big tits and that's all there is to it. She's a shorty, maybe 5'-4". But her heels bring her to 5'-8" and help to accentuate her thick legs and ass. Her 'Cowboys' cheerleader outfit is a tight fit. She says her name is Casey, and she leads me thru a short hallway into 10'x15' room. It's quite dark in there. The only light comes from a lamp with a dark red shade, fully enclosing the bulb, besides the crack at the bottom of the door. As we walk in, she's doing a little dance to the beat on the stereo while directing me into the couch. The massage table at the other end of the room and a small chest of drawers with the portable stereo were the only other furniture. She moves smoothly; a very good dancer. Her flexible torso accentuates her curves up top and her big round butt. Sure, you can 'pinch an inch' on her; but she also looked soft and warm. Make that hot! "So, honey, what kind of party did you want?" she says with only a slight southern drawl. I wonder if there's some kind of key word you're supposed to use. "What kind can I have? How does this work?" I start. "Well, you've rented the room for an hour. And now you pay me, for my time to entertain you." "Well, how much do I pay you?" "Well, I can't just tell you an amount. It depends on what you want." She lifts her two boobs with her hands a little and jiggles them. "What do you think I'm worth?" she asked, trying to look seductively. "Oh, I'm sure you're worth a lot." I said, drooling over her squishy double D's. "But, is there some kind of standard amount?" She sizes me up as an innocent. "Have you ever been to a place like this?" "No." "I see. But you go to strip clubs a lot." "Not for some years, since I got married. But I used to, quite a bit, yes." "Well, let me just say; we're not strippers. I am not a stripper. So we don't get tipped $20, like strippers. You're paying for an hour of my company. I can be pleasant and gracious and fun company. If you'd like a massage or you would like me to dance for you, I would do everything to ensure you enjoyed the time you spend with me, and the money you spend on me." I don't know what other guys pay, but I pulled 2 bills out of my pocket and pressed it in her palm. "Will $200 get us started?" She smiles with a tilted head. "Of course it will, honey." She opens the top drawer of the small chest and slips the $200 into her purse. Then she leans in close and asks: "Now what can I do for you?" I pulled a flask of vodka out of my sports coat pocket; time to get this party started! "I want a drink." I say. "And could you turn the music up just a tiny bit. I'd like to watch you dance some more. But...with less clothes on." "Absolutely, darling." She said, completely compliant to my wishes. She slid from the couch to the dance floor and raised the volume of the stereo with barely a touch, all in one smooth move. Her body bounced with great timing to the beat. As she spun around slowly, she dropped her cheerleader vest down her arms behind her, smoothly. I watch as she does the classic bend over, 'watch my big ass revealed as I peel off these tiny shorts' move. It was great. She was down to a thread-like bikini & thong. The tiny outfit barely contained her bulging features and my mouth was beginning to water. After a while, the warmth of the vodka loosened me up and I wanted to smell her skin and feel her soft, fleshy curves. I rose off the couch and joined her, moving to the beat. She began to undress me as we danced. Coat. Shirt. Shoes and socks. Pants. Undershirt. She looked down at the bulge in my underwear with a knowing grin and turned around, teasing me, grinding her ass right into it. Then, as we're dancing, she undoes her bikini top strings. It pulls off in one piece and she tosses it to the couch and her heavy, swinging tits are hanging between us. Soft and slightly floppy, they are still very sexy. I chance physical contact by dragging my fingertips down the length of her long tits. She has the tiniest, wrinkly pink nipples I have ever seen on a large boob. After a minute she undoes the side ties of her bottoms and pulls them off easily. And now I'm dancing up close to her soft, naked body. She presses my hands to her fleshy double D's and signals me that feeling is o.k. When she grinds her ass on my throbbing dick, I can feel the heat of her privates as my pole pushes into her ass crack. She slips her hands into my briefs and grips my wooden pole lightly, stroking it a few times. When the song ended, with my boxer briefs tenting enough to see down into, she led me to the massage table and laid me on my back. "You'll be more comfortable without these, I think." And she slides my drawers off me. My long, swollen Johnson was rock solid and twitching. A sticky string of precum had already begun to drain out the tip and drip. She stares at it but walks around to the top of the table and starts rubbing my temples. "How about a massage? I have great hands." "I can see that." I say, thinking how to phrase my real request. "Casey, I'm willing to pay more for your company, if I really enjoy myself." "Mmmmmm." She stared at the ceiling and seemed to be thinking it over. "I can help you enjoy yourself tonight, honey." She massaged my neck, shoulders and arms, letting her large breasts hang right into my face. I licked the nipples a couple times as my dick jerked uncontrollably. She really does perform some great massage work, all while in alluring positions. She steps up on a stool, hanging over me, letting her pendulum breasts swing above me; her nipples tickling my chest and stomach as she works. Then, to my dismay she asks me to turn on my stomach. She'll 'work out more kinks' that way. I find a hole in the crotch area of the chair just like the one at the face. And now my swollen dick and heavy balls are breezy free and hanging below me. She sits on my back. She's small but her weight is confining on the friction of the leather table. Her clean shaven pussy is grinding into my spine; leaving warm, slick pussy juice everywhere it rubs. 'This is heaven.' I thought, just before it turned into Hell. I was enjoying the massage until the door burst open and the wigger kid is in my room! In a second, he has rushed the table and with the heavy girl on my back and shoulders, I cannot react quickly enough. He swings his arm at my face and I hear a knock on my skull but feel no pain. As the darkness of the room began to swallow me, I hear him comment to the blond bitch who's pressing my shoulders into the table: "Well, he's got a nice ass." .... My first conscious thought is that I must be trapped under something heavy. My eyes flutter. It's blurry. I cannot focus. My head is so heavy I don't even try to move it. I feel myself shaking, no- rocking, and hard. No wait; it's the table I'm still laying on that is being shook. Slowly, the hundreds of sensations we experience unconsciously and simultaneously while awake began to arrange themselves back into order and my brain begins to make sense of the signals. It registers that there is a great weight on my body. And that my legs hurt from some pressure on them. And there is a sharp, shooting pain in my lower back. And my head is pounding. And I can hear voices. No, wait...only one voice. But it's whispering like its talking to someone. It's a guy's voice. He's speaking near my ear but not into it. I summon all focus onto the voice and begin to make out words. "You like that, you big fucking prick? Yeah, that's right...take this, bitch! You wanted to fuck her, didn't you? Fucking pig. You brought that big wad of money in here and wanted to fuck Charlie's girl, didn't you. He-he-he. Who's getting fucked now, bitch! He-he-he." While he was talking I was putting the pieces together in my head. I was still on the massage table. I have a flashing memory being hit on the head. But why is he still beating on me? Just take the money and...Oh. Fuck! I finally understand when the sharp pain in my 'lower back' is reaching my brain accurately. 'Fuck! Son...of...a...mother...fucking...whore! That skinny fag from the front desk is fucking me!' I feel a painful burning sensation around my actual asshole. And the shooting pain is from his hard thrusts. He's not pounding away for a quick one, he's pulling himself out of my butt as far as he can go and then ramming it back in. He's fucking trying to enjoy this! And he's still talking shit with that fucking whiny voice. All these thoughts are clarifying rather quickly now. It's been less then a minute since I came to. I haven't moved yet and I don't think I'm restrained. I guess the freak thought he hit me hard enough. Think! Well, I have the element of surprise on my side. I knew what to do all at once. He gave me the signal when he wouldn't shut the fuck up. "Oooohhhh...here it comes, baby. Oh...Oh, this is gonna feel so good, you fucking long dicked bastard! I'm gonna come right in your fucking a-- *ughck*." There was a foot long twit of heavy copper wire in his right hand when he braced his weight on the table, preparing to cum. His weapon was right in front of my face so I didn't worry about it. He had lifted his body off mine and was supporting himself with just his arms for a better orgasm when I drove my right elbow, with every bit of force in my muscles, soul and mind, into the center of his body. I'm sorry I couldn't see the actual impact from my vantage point. But he must have been airborn for a moment because he never touched me as he fell. I heard his body land on the carpeted floor about two seconds later on my left side. His dick slipped out so quickly I hardly noticed it. I jumped to the floor beside him and was prepared to beat the shit out of him with abandon when I saw him doubled up, writhing in pain. He was naked. His skinny, 5" pencil dick spurted a little drop of cum on his leg, and then another tiny drop. Mouth open, like a fish out of water, he had tears in his eyes, trying to focus them on me, but gasping desperately. He couldn't breath. I had knocked the wind out of him, and hard. Good. He was mine, at leisure. I wanted to punch him but he couldn't stay still in his rolling efforts to overcome the pain in his diaphragm, and take a simple breath. Finally, I grabbed a hold of his neck and twisted him so that I got a clean look at his pretty eyes. I drove a hard right hook into his jaw, broad-siding his head and it spun to the left as far as it would turn. His shoulders even followed the motion a little. He looked stunned and his eyes glazed over after that. His skinny arms tried weakly to push me away. But I grabbed his blond hair on both sides of his head, stood up a bit, and drove my left knee into his face. I thought he would pass out. I guess he almost did, but instead he laid sprawled out on the floor, too dazed for movement. I think he was using what little consciousness he had to concentrate on breathing thru his open mouth. His nose was broken and draining blood on the floor. His tiny dick shriveled down to the size of my thumb knuckle, just the top one. It all took less then 20 seconds. He was down for the count and I still had so much rage and adrenalin pumping thru me. I stared down at his bruised, bloodied and naked body on the floor and my dick began to swell. I can only claim temporary insanity from this point on. I am not a violent person by nature. Nor have I ever had a gay experience. I came here intending to pay for a good time with a woman but I had just been beat and raped. I wanted revenge. I grabbed a condom from my pants, still lying on the sofa. I rolled him on his stomach and sat naked on his lower back. I picked up the copper twist he had used on me and put it to his face. What I had in mind didn't involve getting attention or calling the cops. "See this?" I said quietly. No response, I could see he was having much trouble breathing thru his nose. I struck him hard on the side of his head and got a whimper and more tears. "Do...you...see...it?" I said, clearly but not much louder. He sucked air in more sharply to answer me. "Good. If you're smart, you'll shut the fuck up, you fucking, bitch-ass faggot rapist." I grabbed my pair of rolled up socks one the floor and stuffed them into his mouth. I ripped open the condom and put it on. I was fully hard now, almost painfully erect at the anticipation of this act. I lined up my slim 7" and pressed it to his asshole. I held the pointed, jagged tip of the copper wire to his eye. "Don't make a sound, pretty boy!" I said thru gritted teeth. With that, I tried to jam my cock in his ass. He cried out a muffled shriek. His sphincter was tight and pushing into it hurt my cock. It almost bent. The pain made me furious! "Fuck you, you fucking asshole!" I grunted under my breath and grabbed his hair, yanking his head backwards and drove my cock in his ass as far as it would go. He began to sob as I started reaming his scrawny white ass, fast. I didn't want to enjoy it, I just wanted to cum. I wanted to beat and humiliate this shit-faced little dickhead for raping me. For ruining my night! I came here to forget about anger and disillusion for a while and this is what the fuck I get?! I am not a cheater! I am not a faggot! I have needs that no one seems willing to satisfy anymore! Well, I'm taking my needs out on this asshole's asshole, right now! I was fucking his ass hard on the floor for one disgusting minute when he seemed no longer to be sobbing. He was silent. And with each new thrust he seemed to be lifting his ass up a little. I couldn't fucking believe it! The maggot was getting off on this shit! I wanted him in pain not pleasure! Out of anger, I drove my dick in to the hilt, trying to hurt him, and pulled his head back by his hair. He grimaced, eyes and mouth wide open. "You shithead!" I said, yelling quietly. "You fucking like this shit?! Fuck you!" With that, I pushed his broken face into the carpet. Then I reached behind me, between his legs, found is balls, squeezed them tightly, and pulled them upwards, twisting hard. His muffled scream might have made it past the walls. It was high pitched and painful just to hear. Good! But then he past out. Fuck! I verified he was breathing and then looked down at the skinny, ugly, body beneath me. Limp like a ragdoll. Fuck! Even his asshole seemed looser. I tried fucking him but it felt shitty. I wanted this asshole awake and in pain. God-dammit! And I was fucking close, too! I can't finish like this! This is bullshit! All the sudden, I heard a quiet knock on the door and a whisper voice: "James. Let me in!" I pulled out quickly and saw a little blood on the condom. Gross, but somehow satisfying. "James, are you done?" The gears in my head started turning. Fucking bitch! I stood up; my rage filled hard-on pointing straight toward the blond, fat assed, deceitful bitch on the other side of the door. A thought occurred to me. I had one chance; it was dark in here. I faked the faggot's high pitched voice in a whisper. "Alright, hurry! Come in!" I said thru the door. I hid behind it and opened it just enough that she could see the dark form on the floor behind the table; so that she had to shimmy thru the door. It took a few moments looking at the body for her to register. And I had enough time to shut the door behind her and size up the scene just right. When she turned around to look at me I drove my fist hard into her gut, just below her ribs. It worked again; I had knocked the wind out of her and in an instant she was on the floor doubled air, searching for breath. I never let her find it. I shoved her face down and sat on her butt, holding her neck to the floor with my hands. She cried silently for air and squirmed beneath me. I pulled the bloody socks out of the fag's mouth and stuffed them in hers. My eyes ran up and down her near-naked body: "Well looky what we have here." I said, staring at her soft, round ass. She was dressed only in her string bikini again. A few thread-like straps held her tiny top on and a piece of floss disappeared between her round butt cheeks. My tight balls were resting on the bottom of her crack. And like that, my boner was blue steel and begging to fuck a tight asshole again. First Time Cheat Ch. 03 She was still struggling for breath and beginning to sob from the weight on her neck, pinning her to the floor. I grabbed both her small hands and positioned them above her head, holding them together tightly with only one of my big hands. I tore the strings away from her top and bottom like they were nothing. She was pinned down flat on the floor and I lowered my elbow, stabbing between her shoulders blades, while still gripping her two hands together tightly. Her head lay to one side and I whispered in her ear. "So you were part of this shit, too, huh?" I could see fear in her wide eyes, in between short bursts of attempts to breath. "Well fuck you too, bitch. I hope you like this." With that, I shoved a dry finger into her asshole, twisted it and finger banged her dry brown eye. "NNNN! NNNNNN!" She tried to scream but couldn't find enough air or couldn't make it thru the sock. "Oh, that's nice in there. That's feels so good, doesn't it?" I could see her starting to cry but it was lost in sock. I shoved hard to get a second finger into her dry butt and kept twisting and fucking her tiny brown hole roughly. "NNNNNNN!!! NNNNNNNN!!!!" her attempts to scream were getting louder but were still pitiful. I think she was in a lot of pain. "What, you like it so much you want more? O.k., baby. I got more for you..." I wedged a third finger into that unbelievably tight muscle, force fucking the bitch's now wide asshole. And when 3 were in, there seemed to be a little space for my pinky, so I shoved all four fingers as hard as I could, and she screamed with everything in her, which wasn't much. After that last muted effort to reach help, she stopped making noise and just sobbed and sobbed at the painful intrusion of my four fingers fucking her. I forced my long fingers in past my second knuckles and had the oddest sensation of feeling her inners. She was tight, but had opened up real good and by now her natural butt juice had lubricated her up some. It wasn't so dry and the smell of ass was turning me on. I pulled my four fingers out. They were messy with a smear of blood but at least it smelled like clean ass. Her puckered hole was swollen and protruding after the attack. It was an easy target. I laid down with my full weight flat on top of her, and forced my dick deep into her asshole, rocking. I grabbed her by her hair with my other hand so she couldn't head butt me while I lay on top of her. My 7" must have skewered her deep the way she gasped at my thrusts as I fucked her angrily. "Fuck you, you nasty slut! You let that that faggot fuck me in the ass, you bitch! I am gonna kill you, you whore! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" I hated her. I hated this house. I hated that passed out bloody fag. I hated my life right now. I wanted to take back going out looking for sex tonight. Hell, I wanted to take back the last two months since I first became a cheater. I was taking out all my regrets, rage and frustrations on this conniving whore by abusing her body and raping her asshole. I held onto her tightly in that one position for about two minutes of raw, deep, ass fucking until I came in the condom. My pent-up, rage fueled orgasm was an experience I doubt I will ever see the likes of again. As I approached orgasm, I every muscle in my body flexed terribly, in a rolling succession. Beginning at my hands, I crushed her wrists and the pulled her hair even harder, straining her head backwards while my arms began to involuntarily tense. And when my orgasm actually hit, my chest and abdomen began to curl up, my hips bucking wildly at the asshole. The orgasm finished in my legs, and as they pulled up into me, my knees were spreading her own legs apart as I bucked, forcing my dick into her even deeper into her tight, hot hole. Tears streamed from her eyes and her body shook from sobs or shortness of breath; but I could care less about her pain. Ask me how I felt to have the first dick in my ass be from a rapist faggot without a condom. But finally, my orgasm began to subside. And with it, went my rage. I became aware that I had just raped two people. I didn't feel the least bit remorse, after what had been done to me. But I begin to feel fear. What is this place? Who else is on the other side of that door? Another dirty tramp? Their coked-up pimp? Who knows. I wanted to get up and get out of here, but she would scream as soon as she could, no doubt. I was still curled up in a ball and breathing heavy. The remnants of a powerful explosion were still emanating from my groin and abdomen. I pulled my dick out of her ass and the condom stayed behind, half way out sticking out of her raw, red, used hole. Just to be mean, I pushed it into her butthole all the way. Let her fish for it later. I had an idea. "I can't have you yelling, slut." I said into her ear. I brought her arms around and behind her back. James' long sleeve t-shirt was balled up on the floor so I grabbed it and tied one sleeve around each of her wrists. I pushed her hands high up her back, painfully, until the body of the shirt could be lifted over the front of her head and neck. Once it was, she had no use of her hands so she couldn't reach the sock in her mouth. I used her flimsy top to tie her ankles together. They wouldn't last long, but then I dragged the fag over and dumped him on top of her dirty, naked body. That should slow her down enough for me, I thought. Amazingly, my keys were in my jean pocket. But my cash, I.D. and credit cards were gone. I threw my clothes on and prepared myself at the door. With the copper wire in hand, I swung it opened. No one was in the hall. I locked the door from the inside, shut it and practically ran down the hallway towards the back of the house. At the end of the hallway, there were two doors. One was marked 'exit', with a neon sign. The other door, to another room, was slightly ajar. The lights were on in there from a normal ceiling light but I heard no noise. I wanted to leave this place but this whole experience had also pumped and primed me with strength and adrenalin. I rushed in the room, on guard, but not expecting to see anyone. And I didn't find anyone. There was a bed in a corner, an old dresser on one wall, and an old arm chair. And on the chair were two purses and a pink backpack. I checked inside the back pack and amazingly found my I.D. and credit cards. I didn't see the money, but this was good enough! At least they wouldn't be able to find me. The money might be in the bags somewhere, so I grabbed all 3 bags and ran out thru the 'Exit' door. It opened to the back of the house and there I was, looking at the hood of my car. I could have cried out for joy. But without a moments waste, I jumped over the fender while clicking the doors open. It took a conscience effort not to spin the wheels or speed away down the street. But once I was on the road, I felt instantly better. I began to cry and my heart was pounding but I fought it off. I had been beaten, raped and robbed. It might have gotten worse but I had won; in the end. I laughed out loud at the double-entendre. God, things have gone horribly wrong in the last 2 months of my life! This is not the life I want. This whole crazy episode all stems from my first time cheat with that young brunette @ Petsmart with those incredible tits and ass. But at what cost? Since then, everything of value I have been working towards seems threatened for loss. The mindset of a cheater has led me to some unpredictable scenarios. Exciting, but ruinously dangerous. And the boring, familiar nights with my wife and baby is pulling at my heart and mind with each mile I put between me and that horrible experience. As I approach the street I live on a great sadness comes over me. I find myself wishing desperately my wife was in our bed and our baby girl was jumping up and down at hearing my keys in the door. I don't even want to cheat. I love my wife and my daughter. To hold onto a stable and predictable family life may really be boring, but it's in a good way. The excitement I've had lately I can live without. I wonder if it isn't too late to turn this thing around, and get back what I had before I started down this doomed, cheater's pathway.