53 comments/ 129509 views/ 36 favorites I Can't Believe What I Have Done By: Bunnyrunner I can't believe it. I really can't believe it. My wife, Christine, has just told me that she has been unfaithful to me after 36 years of marriage. I am trying to work out how I feel about it. On the one hand, I had always fantasised about her going with another man but I had always worried in the back of my mind that it might affect our marriage -- something I treasure. I love her deeply. But I guess that was the other side of the story - I had never been able to make her cum with my cock in her pussy. I have tried reading everything I could, to try new techniques, new positions, more and different foreplay but to no avail. She can orgasm two or three times when I go down on her and lick her pussy and she says she loves it. But shouldn't every woman experience an orgasm from a man's cock and come together like all the stories seem to, in a massive simultaneous climax? I had thought I was of average size and had even started looking at other men's cocks in the shower at the gym. I have measured it -- it is 6.5 inches long but not too fat. I saw a lot that were shorter than mine- but most seemed fatter. I began to think perhaps I was not big enough to give her an orgasm with my dick. My wife always said that she can't orgasm that way and that not every woman can, in fact she said, some women can't orgasm at all. Deep down I thought it was my fault and had even suggested several times that perhaps she should try someone with a bigger cock than me. But she was so much against it every time I mentioned it that I stopped raising it and concentrated on trying to find ways to make her come. I tried the coital alignment technique but that didn't work. I tried holding off coming but that didn't work as she just got sore or I got so tired I lost my erection. I tried the psychological approach -- loads of love and affection, creating the right atmosphere with candles and aromatherapy. But nothing worked. She said it didn't matter as she loved coming on my tongue and loved the closeness when I was in her. I am 65 and my wife is 57 -- so no spring chicken but we have sex twice a week and I still find her very sexy even though she shows some of the signs of having three children and is a little overweight. She still has great tits, a bikini waxed pussy and a round bum to die for. However, she is still a little prudish and reserved and sexually unadventurous. In fact I don't think she likes losing control so is a little afraid of giving into her feelings. It took some time before I could lick her pussy and even though I have asked many times she will not have a full pussy wax -- my absolute dream. She says she is a' private' person and does not want other women seeing her exposed. In the early days she took some persuading to give me a blow job and even now she is not exactly enthusiastic. I went so far as to buy a penis extension which added 2 inches in length and half an inch in thickness but she wouldn't let me use it. We've talked about it but she was adamant she couldn't come with my cock inside her and that she is happy with two or three orgasms from oral sex. But my dream was for her to come that way and I wondered if I couldn't do it, should I get someone else with a big cock to satisfy her. But, if it worked...would she be happy to go back to life with me or would our life together change adversely -- something I really wouldn't like. But like many men, I had this strange fantasy of seeing her with another man, and if I could combine this with seeing her come, and I was involved perhaps it would be a shared experience. Christine's story I have a friend Jenny, who had never married although she had plenty of men friends and a very active sex life. She was never very graphic and didn't give away too much but one day when we were talking about her latest, I was astonished to hear her say that she had never had an orgasm from vaginal penetration. I hesitated to admit the same as I didn't want to embarrass John but she continued her story -- she had never had a man with a big cock and she wondered if that was the reason why she had never come that way She questioned whether her pussy was too big but as she had never had children that was most unlikely. She could come with oral and with her rabbit but never with a man's cock. She was obviously questioning whether something was wrong with her...so I told her I was the same -- I just felt she should not think she was abnormal or different to everyone else. She was astonished. I said I wasn't complaining about it as I enjoyed three or four orgasms every week and loved the feeling. She actually suggested we did something about it but I wasn't really interested -- I was happy enough and whilst I enjoy my sex life it is not the most important thing in my life. She called me a few weeks later and suggested we meet for lunch. As soon as I saw her I could see a big difference in her -- her eyes sparkled and she looked so alive. "Well," I said, "what happened to you -- have you met the man of your dreams?" "Yes and no," she said. "I met a man on a dating web site and after a couple of weeks we managed to meet up. I had seen a photo of him but still wasn't too sure what he would be like. We met up and the short story is that we had sex and he made me cum time and time again -- he was huge, bigger than anyone I had ever had before. Now I know that size does matter. I felt so full. I can't tell you how different it felt. I came again and again and finally on the third time he came with me. I feel different and just knowing I can come like that has made me feel so good. In fact, believe it or not ever since that time, I have been able to come with my ex who had never made me come before with his cock inside me. Maybe it has just taken away the nagging doubt." When I left her, I had all sorts of thoughts. Could I come with a bigger cock? Would I feel the same thing, would it be the same? But they were fleeting thoughts. The last thing I could imagine was being unfaithful to John. I met up with her again a couple of weeks later and I asked how it was all going. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "It was just sex -- he obviously is not into any long term relationship but I will keep in touch with him and I suppose he will just be a friend, maybe someone to have sex with from time to time." We were just finishing our lunch when a guy came to the table and said hello to Jenny -- she introduced him to me and said they had met via the internet so I guessed this was the man she had been talking about. They were friendly with each other but not exactly close so I knew that what she had said about being friends was true. After a short while, Jenny said she was very sorry but she had to leave as she had an appointment and left me talking to him. His name was Robin and as she had said he was very pleasant - witty, funny and enjoyable to be with. I saw he was carrying a book by Jo Nesbo _ I had read one of his but didn't recognise the title of his one. "He has written 4 or 5," he said. "This is the third in the series". I said that I had read one but hadn't realised they were a series. "I can lend you the second book," he said, "and you can have this one when I have finished it." "Thanks," I said, "that would be great -- it will save some money." He suggested a drink but as Jenny and I had polished off a bottle of wine over lunch I said no. "Just a small one before you go," he said. I was in no rush and he was good company so I said, "OK." He spoke to the waiter who brought 2 limoncellos -- rather large ones I thought. He must have known it was one of my favourites. After a half hour or so he asked me if I wanted the book and suggested we drop by his apartment, just round the corner. Without thinking, I agreed. I felt comfortable in his company with no nagging doubts. At his flat, he gave me the book and told me to make myself comfortable whilst he made some coffee. His apartment was on the 9th floor and overlooked the River Thames -- I went to the large picture window to look out - it was a wonderful view with boats scurrying up and down and from that height it was possible to see the bends in the river. He came up behind me and I heard him put the tray down and stand behind me. " It's a great view isn't it?" he said. "Yes," I replied. "It seems so unreal from up here." He put his hand on my upper arm and led me to the balcony door. He opened it and we went out and I leaned on the balcony railings admiring the view. He stood behind me again but this time he put his arms around my waist loosely, it didn't seem invasive, just warm, friendly and, perhaps, just a little proprietorial -- it was his balcony after all and he started pointing out the various landmarks, St Paul's, Tower Bridge, Canary Wharf. I relaxed and unconsciously leaned back against him. Suddenly, I realised I felt something hard in my back. I pulled away slightly but then remembered what Jenny had said about his huge cock. Could that be his cock I mused? Could it be that big I thought? I questioned whether I should be there. Fleeting doubts whirled around in my mind. I am a married woman with a loving husband, should I put myself in this situation. But then, I reasoned, he hadn't made a move on me and we had enjoyed a pleasant afternoon and I did not feel at all threatened. But equally, I did start to wonder to myself.... just how big was his cock? Would I be able to orgasm like Jenny, would I be able to handle it -- not really the questions I should be asking myself if I shouldn't be there, but the thoughts were there, none the less. I leaned back again just a little. It was still there and just as hard as before. I felt sure I felt him push a little harder against me. He's making a move on me I thought, slightly flattered, but wondering how to react. I didn't for one minute think I would respond but it was exciting that it was happening. The questions kept coming back to me. Also I thought, perhaps trying to give myself an excuse, a let out, my husband often said he wanted me to try a big cock but I had never ever considered it. He unwound his hands from my waist and put his hands on my upper arms, lightly brushing the front of my breasts as he did so. I had not imagined this I knew, but it could have meant nothing at all and by this time my mind was in turmoil. He pulled me toward him and I felt him nuzzle my neck softly. As he did so, he whispered in my ear, "I can spend hours out here just watching the greatest city in the world." Somehow this put me back at ease. I felt relaxed. Then I felt his hands move up my body stroking my stomach under my breasts. It all seemed so normal but my mind was beginning to whirl. It was a long time since I had felt like this. My skin was beginning to tingle. And then it happened again but this time I felt him stroke the underside of my breasts and ease me back toward him. There was no mistake about it this time. I could feel my nipples harden slightly just at the thought of another touch. This was agonising. Was he making a serious play or just being over friendly. I told myself that nothing really had happened. I wasn't sure how to react. But then I felt his hands move up to cover my breasts and knew I was getting aroused. I could feel my breathing was getting shallow and I felt flushed. My nipples were now aching for a touch and I could feel my pussy getting a little moist. Then I felt his hard erection at my back again. I knew I should go now, immediately, before it went any further but as I felt his cock behind me again, I started to wonder again 'How big is it? How much bigger than my husband's could it be?' As these thoughts tumbled through my mind, his hands touched my nipples and gently stroked them through my jumper. By now they were rock hard and they were tingling with a need to be touched much more forcibly. I admit I had never felt so aroused by simple touches. I tried to tell myself that I was 57 years old and a happily married woman and this shouldn't be happening. I resolved to put an end to it and leave when he leaned forward and kissed my neck and started to massage my breasts firmly, stroking over and under my nipples. Then his fingers stroked the nipples and I could feel him tweaking and gently twisting them. It was intoxicating and all my resolve went out of the window. Without realising it, I leaned back into him and his hands slid under my blouse and started to massage my tummy and moved up to my breasts. I definitely knew I was aroused now. Why hadn't I stopped him? I knew I should but I felt wonderful, naughty, and so much out of character. Maybe it was the drink but I didn't want it to stop just then. I would stop it a little later. I felt his hands slide under my jumper and blouse to touch my bra. I had never thought my breasts were sensitive but now they were on fire. His hands moved to the back of my bra looking for the catch. "It's in the front," I said and suddenly realised what I had said. I had given him my answer --encouraging him to go further. I felt his fingers fumble with the catch and then away it fell leaving my breasts open to him. I felt his bare hands on my bare breasts and as he firmly stroked my nipples I felt them bursting. Sex with my husband is enjoyable but this was different - naughty, forbidden, intoxicating. I was breathing quickly now and when he kissed my neck again, I turned towards him and we kissed. Not in a raging eat each other kiss but a soft, gentle caring kiss and as I felt our tongues touch I knew I would struggle to stop now. If the truth was known, I didn't want to stop. The guilty feeling just seemed to make it feel even more forbidden and added to my arousal. His hands lifted my jumper and pulled it over my head. He threw it to one side and went to the front of my blouse and he undid the buttons one by one slowly, looking me straight in the eyes. He undid it but didn't take it off, just leaving it undone as his hands went to my waistband and he loosened my belt and undid the buttons and gently lowered the zip on my jeans. It was all done so slowly and purposefully as if he was daring me to say 'no'. I knew I should but I just didn't want to. His hands went to my bum and he pulled me to him -- if his cock had felt big from behind it now felt huge and very hard. He edged my jeans over my hips and they fell to the floor. Without thinking, I stepped out of them and found myself standing there in just my panties with my blouse loose and the bra undone with my breasts and nipples showing. He pulled me to him and I could feel his huge cock pressing against my pussy as he gently moved from side to side. I know he was teasing me but it was working. The crotch of my panties were now soaking wet. I was getting very aroused and I could feel my pussy lips swelling as he rubbed against me. I was in a trance but he took my hands and placed them on his chest to the buttons on his shirt. I started to undo the buttons and his shirt fell open to reveal his chest. He took my hands and placed them on his belt. I unfastened his belt, undid the button underneath and gently moved his zip downwards. As I did this, I could feel his cock straining against his underpants. I wanted to look but I daren't, it felt so enormous. His jeans fell to the floor and he pulled me towards him. I could feel his cock through my flimsy panties as he rubbed himself against me. I could feel my panties getting even wetter as he rubbed against me and I found myself pushing against him. I moaned as I surrendered to him. He reached up and slid my blouse off my shoulders and removed my bra sending shivers through me, not of cold but of wanton anticipation. I have never been the one to make the first move when making love but now I felt the urge to see him. I reached out and slipped my hands into the waist of his pants and pulled them down and gently over the huge bulge in front of him. His pants fell to the floor and I reached down to feel his cock. It felt so big -- I could not get my hand round it and my two hands could not begin to cover its length. At the same time his hands went to the front of my panties and he started to rub me softly. I felt on fire. I ached for him to touch me harder. I felt him stroke the middle of my panties and his finger pushed between my swollen lips. I was so moist I could feel my panties were wet through. I was sure that as he stroked the outside of my panties he could feel it too and as he pushed them to one side, I felt him stroke my pussy lips. I pushed against him trying to rub my pussy against him and moaned softly. He pulled me to him and finally he pulled my panties down to leave me fully exposed to him. He turned me round and stood behind me. His hands went to my breasts. His fingers were wet from my pussy juice and he used it to rub my nipples. His hands went down to my pussy and he massaged up and down each side of my pussy lips and rubbed his huge cock against my bum. I could feel myself getting wetter than I had ever experienced before even when I was much younger and was just a little embarrassed to feel my wetness running down the inside of my thighs. His hands went to my pussy again and he gathered all the wetness and rubbed it over my pussy lips. He stroked the inside of my thighs which I had subconsciously opened for him giving him clear access to my aching pussy. He led me to the bedroom where he pulled me down to him so that my breasts hung towards his face. He licked the nipples and lightly nipped at the area round them. I felt his hand go to my pussy, no rough movement just a gentle stroking. I could feel my wetness and could hear the slicking of his fingers on my pussy. By now I was breathing heavily and moaning each time his fingers stroked my lips. He slowly slid one finger into me. It felt wonderful as he kissed me with his tongue searching for mine. I felt his finger working the inside of my pussy gently but insistently. I loved it and felt myself pushing hard against him. As one finger worked me inside, his thumb was rubbing my swollen clit. He slid two other fingers to that sensitive area between my pussy and my bum. It felt smooth, slick and so wonderful. I seemed to be flowing juices everywhere as they ran down my pussy and I could feel him rubbing them over my private hole -- a place that no one other than my husband had ever touched before. He rubbed my wetness all over me and I felt myself melting inside. I could feel his finger stroking the soft pad just inside my pussy and I sensed myself slowly building to an orgasm. This felt like nothing I had experienced before. This was sensual, wanton, naughty and very different. I had a fleeting guilty feeling. I should not be here. I should not be doing this but it felt so good and for the first time in my life I felt I was doing this for my own pleasure. I had never come from just a finger but as his lips sucked hungrily on my nipples and his hand rubbed my pussy lips with his finger inside me I could feel my orgasm building. I couldn't help myself from grinding my pussy into his hand. I moaned softly at first but then loudly and more urgently and impatiently as I came in a rush, a wet gushing rush that I had never felt before. I pulled him to me and crushed his head into my breasts as I gripped my legs round his hand, locking his hand on my pussy. As my breathing eased, I felt him loosen himself from my grip and slide down my body licking me everywhere as he went until he reached the smooth waxed area above my pussy. He licked me in smooth sweeping strokes down the side of my pussy, teasing me. I felt myself expecting more and then I felt his tongue caressing my pussy lips and lightly flicking over my clit. Oh, that felt so good. I was no longer embarrassed at being so wet. I felt myself gushing and I felt his tongue gliding over my clit, stroking it, sucking it and then I felt his finger slide over my wet anus gently stroking the outside and then, just a little inside. No one had touched me there like this. His finger resumed its stroking inside my pussy. I was on fire as my clit was bursting. I could feel it swelling and I could feel another orgasm building in me. As he stroked and sucked me I felt it come - a tsunami of wonderful warmth spreading from deep inside my pussy. I put my hands to the back of his head and pulled him into my pussy. I Can't Believe What I Have Done Ch. 02 He looked at me after I had uttered those fateful words. I had just told my husband that I had spent the afternoon fucking another man. His face was a mixture of shock and disbelief and something which I rarely saw in him -- anger. "Tell me all about it," he said, "and don't leave anything out." And I did. I told him everything about meeting Jenny and then Robin, ending up in his flat and how one thing had led to another. "How long were you there?" he asked. "All afternoon," I said "Was it just the two of you?" he asked. "Yes, of course. Who else did you think was there?" I said. "Did he come in you?" he asked. "Yes, twice" I replied . "Twice?" he said. "Did he wear a condom?" he asked. "No," I said. "Didn't you think of the risk, that you might catch something?" he asked. "No," I said, "It didn't cross my mind. It just happened. I don't know exactly how, but maybe it was the drink. After Jenny had told me about his huge cock I was curious and one thing led to another." He turned away and I could see he was upset. "So you just walk in here and tell me you have been fucking another man all afternoon. How am I supposed to react to that? Say, oh good. Did you have a nice time? That's all OK then." His voice was cold and angry as he spat those words at me. "No, "I whispered, "I am so sorry, I could never imagine ever being unfaithful to you. I would never want to hurt you "How do you feel now?" he asked. "Very ashamed and sorry," I said. "I have been unfaithful to you, something that I never thought I could or would ever do. I am worried that I may have jeopardised our relationship and marriage which I treasure. But most of all, I feel I have hurt you which I would never want to do and that upsets me most" "Was the sex good?" he asked. I couldn't lie. "Yes," I said, "It was." I didn't want to hurt him but it must have been obvious that I had enjoyed it otherwise I would never have stayed so long. Also, I had come 6 times -- something I had never done with him. I rarely have more than two orgasms with him and he had certainly never even tried to come more than once. But, in truth, I had never really wanted to or shown any desire for it. I had always been satisfied with what I had had. "So how do you feel now?" he said pointing to my pussy. "Honestly?" I asked. "Yes," he said "Sore, swollen, used and throbbing," I said "Show me," he said "Oh John. Please don't make me feel any worse than I do," I said. "Show me," he said with a hardness to his voice. Reluctantly and ashamedly, I stood up, took off my jeans and panties. "Lay on the bed and open your legs," he said I did as he asked. "Wider," he said. I opened my legs, wishing I could hide my face as the tears were beginning to run down my cheeks. "I see what you mean," he said. "There is cum oozing from your cunt and the lips are swollen." I have never heard John use that word 'cunt' other than when he was in an angry mood so I began to feel nervous. What was he going to do? He made to approach me and I could tell by the look on his face that he intended to touch me. "No, please," I said, " I don't want to refuse you, but I feel sore, ashamed and dirty." "Go and shower," he said. "Clean yourself up." I got up and went to the bathroom. I showered and scrubbed myself to get rid of the dried cum and juices. I used the hand shower to wash myself clean of Robin's semen inside me. I patted myself dry, put on my dressing gown and went into the bedroom where John was waiting, naked and sporting a huge erection. My heart sank. It seemed as though John had every intention of taking me. Although I felt like I deserved some punishment, I didn't feel I could cope with penetrative sex now. I was so sore and I knew it would be painful. "Get on the bed and open your legs," he said I did as I was told but I could not stop the tears running down my face. I lay there and as he came near me, I turned my head away, sobbing quietly. I felt him reach across to the drawer beside the bed and saw him take out the lube. The next thing I felt was a cold sensation on my pussy as he slapped a huge wad of lube on me. It was a surprise and I gasped but it did feel very soothing. As he did so, my dressing gown fell open at the top and my bruised and marked breasts were there for him to see. "My God," he said, "what has he done to them?" *** *** *** My voice was choking with anger. I had never done anything like that to her. Her breasts were black and blue with love bites all around the nipples and I swear I could see his finger marks on her breast where he had mauled at her. She had obviously had some rough sex and as she had stayed there all afternoon she had clearly enjoyed it. I felt angry that here was a side of my wife I had never seen before. I reached down and lifted her legs high into the air so her red swollen cunt was exposed. I had always been gentle and considerate in our love making but these bruises and marks on her breasts told me she preferred it hard and nasty. And that was exactly what she was going to get. I lined my cock up at her swollen lips and rammed myself into her. The lube helped as I felt my cock part her lips and enter her sore and throbbing cunt. I heard her gasp and whimper -- it obviously did hurt, well it was going to get worse. I pulled out and rammed back in again until I was buried as deep as I could go. I might not have as big a cock as the other guy but she was going to feel it. I rammed home time and time again, pushing her legs over her shoulders as far back as I could. I reached down and twisted on her nipples until she cried out. I leaned down and fastened my lips on her nipples and sucked as hard as I could. She screamed in pain. I let go and reached down and grabbed a breast in each hand and roughly manhandled them twisting and turning them as I continued to thrust in to her. As I pounded into her I kneaded and pulled at her breasts. "So you like it hard and rough do you?" I shouted. My cock felt hard, in fact it had never felt so hard. I looked down, her nipples were hard and big -- bigger than I had ever seen them. I continued thrusting at her, time and time again and as I rammed into her, I could hear her breathing change and her gasps of pain became little moans. But this wasn't for her pleasure, this was for me. My anger drove me and I pounded into her. I felt rock hard and as though I could keep hammering away for ever. I reached behind her and grasped the cheeks of her arse. Gripping tightly, I pulled her cheeks apart and stretched her bum hole with every thrust. She didn't feel loose or big, perhaps the swollen lips made up for it. I rammed away and finally, I could feel myself getting near to coming and thrust even harder and faster. As I shot into her, I came in buckets deep inside her. I looked down at her, there were tears running down her cheeks. I pulled out and I could see cum running down her red swollen cunt -- not for the first time that day I knew. I threw her legs to one side, got off the bed, walked out and slammed the door. Whoever's she had been earlier in the day, she was mine again now. I had reclaimed her in the way I had wanted to. After a few drinks down the local, I began to feel some remorse about what I had done. I had never in 35 years hurt my wife physically or emotionally, not knowingly anyway and now I started to mull over what I had done. The thought of her having sex with another man made me feel a jealousy, I had never ever imagined. The thought of her 'giving' herself to him, opening her legs and wanting him to fuck her tore me apart. And the fact that he had fucked her so much better than I ever had and had made her climax on his cock filled me with a sense of foreboding -- how could I match that, I thought. I had never come more than once in one session but she had never expected it or given any sign that that was what she wanted. She always seemed happy to finish after I had ejaculated once. The thing that really inflamed me though was the marks and bruises all over her breasts. He had evidently been more than a little rough with her and she had clearly enjoyed it. I wondered how she had signalled this to him. Had she asked him to hurt her or had he started a little roughly and she had shown her pleasure. She had always seemed to have a low pain threshold that I had never considered being so forceful with her. How far would he have gone, how else might he have hurt her? Whilst my thought ranged to and fro, I also thought of the risks she had taken, going to a stranger's apartment, the possibility of catching STD's, what if he had secretly filmed her -would she now appear on Redtube or be plastered all over the internet? After a while, I calmed down a little and began to think more rationally. I still loved her. She had been totally honest with me and I did not feel she was keeping anything from me -- very important as I don't think I could have handled the nagging doubts that there was more to this encounter than she had described. It was not as if she had been having an affair with an emotional attachment to another man and had hidden it from me. This seemed to be pure sex and whilst I was surprised, I suppose that if I had had the opportunity to spend the afternoon having sex with a young gorgeous woman, I would probably have succumbed. Despite my earlier anger and jealousy, I knew I loved her. We were friends, soul mates, and our relationship meant we shared more than just sex. I couldn't bear the thought that our actions -- firstly hers and now mine might put this in jeopardy. By this time I had sunk a few beers and feeling pretty low, decided to go home. I went into the guest room as it was quiet in the house and I didn't want to face her just now. After much tossing and turning, I dropped off to sleep but not before I had vowed to make sure I did my best to make it up. We both had things to apologise for. *** *** *** I heard the front door slam and after he had gone, I waited a while to make sure. Whilst I was upset that he had fucked me so violently and my pussy hurt more than ever, I reasoned that I could expect little else after the news I had given him and wondered what lay ahead. I showered again and went downstairs where I poured myself a drink and sat to contemplate what I had done. Had I fatally jeopardised our marriage? How far would he take it? How could I make it up to him? There are many who would say I deserve everything he wanted to throw at me but deep down although I knew I had done wrong, I did not feel that would be totally fair. Many times he had urged me to find someone with a big dick and it had always been me that had refused. Perhaps it was just that I had done this without any reference to him and without involving him. I could not see the difference. I would still have ended up having sex with another man. In his view, I guess he saw it as 'giving his permission.' But, I knew that something in me had changed. The combination of everything that had happened, having 6 orgasms consecutively, having a climax with a cock inside me and, most of all, having a simultaneous climax as we thrust and moaned together had severed some chains that I could not identify. I felt free to let myself go. Why hadn't I found this out long ago. I began to regret having been so restrained in the past. Could I have experienced this sexual 'frisson' earlier in my life? Although I was just a little over weight, I felt I still looked good, in fact much younger than my age. I had even been told I look at least 10 years younger. I weigh 130 pounds and stand 5'7 tall. I go to classes at the gym 3 times a week and play reasonable tennis regularly. I began to think about all the things I had been too shy or embarrassed to do, things that, in truth, John had suggested. He had often wanted me to go topless on the beach. I know I had great breasts when I was younger, large and very firm. They are still pretty good now even if I say so myself. They are not quite as pert as they used to be, but I was still a 36 C cup that did not suffer too much from gravity. I thought of the times John had asked me to go without a bra when we went out and I was too prissy to do so. He even spent quite a lot of money on a quarter cup bra that I had never worn outside the house because I had not wanted my nipples to show under my clothes. He had often asked me to go out without panties for a giggle, a bit of fun and to excite him but I hadn't ever done so. I had agreed to a bikini wax and this had pleased him enormously but I had never had the inclination to go the whole hog and be totally bare there. Although I know this is something he would really like, I didn't fancy the idea of another woman seeing my private parts totally naked Could I have been a little more adventurous in the bedroom? I only rarely gave him a blowjob and I know I am not too good at it. Perhaps I should have made the effort to do better and I had never ever considered letting him cum in my mouth. Perhaps we could have played with some bondage or spanking. I had always poured cold water on his ideas. It had never even crossed my mind to initiate anything new. And, of course, the final taboo - anal sex. John had often tried to talk me into trying it but I had never ever agreed. One more thing I had automatically said 'no' to. It just seemed all wrong. But then, as my fingers traced a light stroking of my thigh, I thought about Robin's huge cock. I had enjoyed it so much and although I was so sore now, I would not have missed that afternoon for anything. As I thought back, the feeling of him stretching my pussy and pounding into me and cumming inside me was so real. I could feel it over and over again. I had responded in a way I never had with John. I had felt so aroused that it had just carried me away and I had responded naturally like a bitch in heat. Could I live the rest of my life without knowing that feeling again? How was I going to resolve this? By the time it came to go to bed, John still was not home. I waited up a little longer but in the end, I gave up and went to bed although I couldn't sleep. I heard him come in near to midnight but did not let him know I had heard him. He did not come to our bed but went into the guest room. My troubled thoughts returned. I was awake the next morning when he came into our bedroom. He looked at me and I could see he was troubled. "We need to talk," he said. "Yes," I said, "we do. I am so sorry about yesterday, I feel so bad that I don't know how to make it up to you." "I feel bad too," he said. "I should not have treated you that way last night no matter how upset I was. I have never hurt you knowingly before but I was so angry when I saw the bruises and bites on your breasts that I just lost it." He got into the bed and cradled me in his arms as we both wept. We stayed there for some while not moving. "We need to put this behind us," he said. "We can't pretend it didn't happen but we can accept that it did and live with it. But, I don't know how I could live knowing that it might happen again so I need reassurance from you, a firm commitment that it will not happen again." "It won't," I said, "I promise you." Strangely, for the next few days we seemed to be closer than ever although I was still so sore after John's ravishing that we did not have sex. I was still mulling over how my attitudes had changed and wanted to try and find a way to prove it. I suddenly had an idea. I was due for a waxing the following week so I phoned the salon and asked to bring it forward to the next day. I would have a complete waxing, everything, just like John had always wanted. Boy, it did hurt as she stripped me bare right round to my bum but I came home and couldn't wait to get the mirror out to check it. I looked just like the girls in the men's mags. I felt sexy, I felt great and I couldn't wait to surprise him. As I ran my fingers over the freshly waxed skin it felt so smooth and with a little oil, I rubbed down the sides and over the lips. It felt fabulous and I wondered yet again why I had never done it before. I guess I was too concerned about the pain. I had another idea. I went on to the internet and Googled 'how to give a great blow job' just to see what I could pick up. There were plenty of tips but it seemed I would need to practice. I read as much as I could before John got home. I couldn't wait for him to get home. I had cooked his favourite meal and suggested an early night. He looked at me quizzically and saw the smile on my face. He raced me up the stairs. An early night starts with a shower and I made sure to keep my freshly waxed pussy hidden from him. I came to bed wearing the quarter cup bra he had bought me and some small lacy panties. I guess we had a lot to make up and it wasn't long before his hand slipped down into my panties. As his fingers traced down the side of my pussy, he threw back the covers and ripped my panties down and looked at me. He slid down my body licking me as he went until he reached my beautiful smooth pussy. He licked down both sides, over and round it. "It is beautiful," he said and thrust his head back into me. John is fantastic at licking me down there and it took little time for me to feel that wonderful feeling as he sucked and licked my clit. I came in a loud orgasm as I moaned in time with his delving tongue and I felt my juices flowing down onto my bum. His fingers rubbed the juices into my tight hole and over the cheeks of my bum. I came again as he thrust a finger between the lips of my vagina and stroked me inside whilst licking my clit and dipping his finger in and out of my tight backside. He does this so well. My pussy felt so sexy, smooth and slippery as he slid his tongue over it. This felt so good and again I wondered why I had been so reluctant to go totally bare before. My perineum, that sensitive spot between my two holes was also so silky smooth and I felt him lift my legs up to my chest and slide down to lick it. In doing so, his tongue slipped onto my puckered hole and for the first time in my life I felt a tongue round that forbidden place. It felt great and I felt myself arch my back to push myself into him. His tongue slipped a little way inside and I felt a warm tingling feeling that was totally new. I wondered quickly how it would feel with his cock there. As I came again on his tongue I realised I had cum three times already and we had not yet got past the foreplay. He rolled me over and lay over my back rubbing his cock against the crack in my cheeks. I could feel his hard cock rubbing over my anus and wondered if he was going to try and take me there. I hoped not as I was not prepared for this. He lifted me up and positioned himself at my pussy and gently pushed in. The doggy position has not usually been very comfortable for me but now his cock just slid into me with no discomfort at all. I could feel him driving into me as his hand reached round and started to stroke my clit. He had not done this before and I wondered why as it felt so good but then remembered that we rarely used this position as it used to hurt. I could feel his thrusting cock get faster and just when I wondered if I might come if he kept this up, I felt his cock twitching inside me and he shot his load into me. I was disappointed that we had not managed to come together but I realised that if he had been able to last longer, I could have come with him. A positive step forward I thought to myself. And all because I had a fully waxed pussy!! He pulled out and went to get up but I pulled him down to me and kissed him hard. I reached down and took hold of his cock, it was softening and was wet with my juices and his come leaking from it. I slid down the bed and took it in my mouth. His cum tasted salty but not unpleasant and I could smell my own juices on him. I licked him clean and and started sucking his cock gently. I Can't Believe What I Have Done Ch. 02 I slipped my tongue over his balls and gently licked his perineum. His cock fluttered and I wondered if I might get him hard again. I reached up again and took his cock back into my mouth trying to remember some of the tricks I had seen earlier on the websites. I didn't expect immediate results as I had read that it can take at least 15-20 minutes for most men to recover but I was pleasantly surprised when after just 15 minutes of sucking, licking and stroking he started to get harder. I pulled him to the edge of the bed and fell to my knees. I took his cock once more into my mouth and looked up at him. He was obviously enjoying what I was doing and put his hands behind my head and gently pulled me forward. His cock was hard by now and I sucked and rolled my tongue round the crown of his cock stroking the frenulum and the underside of the ridge. I tried to take him as deep as I could but found myself gagging on him. His cock is 6 and half inches long, long enough to hit the back of my throat. I told him I was going to let him cum in my mouth. I had read that this gives the best feeling for a man so I wanted to try. I pulled out a little way and put my hand on the base of his cock and stroked in time with my mouth. I could feel his cock expanding in my mouth and his hands clasped behind my head. I kept my hand in place so as not to have him thrust too deep into my mouth. I felt his cock shudder and I heard him moan quietly and then gasp as he told me "Don't stop, don't stop." I felt him spurt into my mouth. It felt warm, slippery and, like before, a little salty. I didn't swallow but let it run out of my mouth onto my breasts as he looked at me. "Wow," he said, "that was fantastic." He looked down and rubbed the semen over my breasts. He helped me back onto the bed and looked down at my bare pussy, still leaking his cum and glistening with our juices. I felt his breath on me as he fastened his mouth on my labia. He started licking his cum out of my pussy and spreading it all over the smooth bare skin . I loved this slick, wet feeling. His tongue was busy licking me clean and just the thought of what he was doing excited me as I felt him flicking over my clit and sucking and stretching my wet lips. I felt another orgasm building and urged him to keep going and not stop. Another orgasm washed over me as I held his head in my hands. As I lay there with John beside me, I felt we had really forged a new start to our sex life. I had come 4 times, John twice and I had given him a pleasurable blow job and let him cum in my mouth and then sucked him clean. John surprisingly had responded by licking me clean of his cum something he had never done before. Was this because I had had my pussy waxed and learnt to give a blow job. Where will we go from here? John turned to me, as if reading my thoughts and said "Where has this new woman been all my life. Have you got any more surprises in store?" "Maybe we just need to talk more," I said. "Do you realise that if you had lasted a little longer when you were fucking me, I think I would have cum with you." He looked surprised. "Well, I will just have to try a little harder next time, won't I?" It dawned on me that I had responded more because I had been involved. My smooth pussy made me feel more sexy and the doggie position had stimulated me more than ever before. Maybe also, because I had had three orgasms before he entered me. I thought back. I usually just lay there and let myself be 'done to' rather than actively participate. "Are you becoming my little cum slut?" asked John grinning. "You licked my cock clean and gave me a fabulous blow job, even letting me cum in your mouth. "Are you becoming mine," I asked. "You licked me clean of your own cum for the first time ever." Sadly, we had little time together after that as John had to travel overseas on a major contract so I was on my own for 6 days. I felt content that we had parted on a high and looked forward to him coming home. Especially the coming. I was looking forward to our next sexual adventure and wondered if John would initiate anything new. After John had been away for three days, Jenny called me and suggested we met up for lunch. I felt a shadow of guilt fall over me. I had managed to push Robin and his big cock to the back of my mind but her call took me back to that afternoon at his flat and especially the stretched and full feeling and the powerful orgasms I had enjoyed so much. I hesitated before agreeing to meet her. "Let's try somewhere different," I said There is a new Turkish restaurant opened off the high street and I've heard really good reports of it." I didn't want run into Robin again and certainly not with Jenny there. It would be too much to handle. She was waiting outside the door of the restaurant, looking at the menu when I arrived. We went in and chatted briefly about the children and family whilst our drinks came. After ordering our meal, she looked at me and said "I hear you had a good time with my friend Robin." I was shocked that she knew. Then I realised she could only have found out from Robin -- he had told her. I had not planned to say anything. "How do you know?" I asked. "Robin told me," she said. "In fact he said he had had a great afternoon with you. I told him that I was a little surprised because I didn't think you would go all the way with him but in his own words 'you were a great fuck'. I thought that was quite a compliment coming from Robin." My heart sank. How discreet would she be? I was amazed that Robin had told her and even more amazed that he had used those words. I just hoped she would not pass this on to our mutual friends because that would humiliate John even more. How do I play this I pondered. "It was fantastic," I said, "he did make me cum and it was the first time I had cum on a man's cock. Just like you. I have to say though that I am a little disappointed that he told you -- it's not very gentlemanly is it" "Will you see him again," she asked. "No, I don't think so. I promised John I wouldn't" "You told John," she gasped. "Yes," I said. "I couldn't keep that a secret from him. Apart from anything else, I could never have explained the bites and bruises on my breasts." "How did he react?" "He was angry at first but after I promised him I wouldn't see John again, he was OK." I wasn't going to tell her everything. "Did you 'set me up' with Robin?" I asked. "Yes, sort of," she replied. I met him a second time and I remembered that you had also mentioned the same problem and thought that maybe he could do the same for you. Whilst I was luxuriating in that wonderful post orgasmic feeling with a glass of wine, I mentioned to him that I had a friend who had never enjoyed an orgasm from a man's cock. He said he would love to do the same for you, so the next time you and I arranged to meet, I told Robin that you would be with me and he said would stop by." "Didn't you feel at all jealous that he might have sex with me?" I asked. "No," she replied, "I knew there was nothing long term for him and I, so I didn't mind at all. In fact I hoped you would go with him and have a great time. He told me that he hoped you would call him again." "Well, I am not going to," I replied. "How many times have you seen him?" I asked. "Only twice so far but I am seeing him next week." She said. As we parted, I wondered what she was getting into. She had always been a little wild and had a tendency to find the wrong men. She had had a few difficult and abusive relationships. I returned home to my empty house and realised that John was due back in three days and began preparing my next steps in livening up our sex life. I booked our favourite restaurant for dinner on the evening the he was due to return. I was planning to carry on where we had left off before he went away. John arrived home in good time having caught a morning flight arriving into London Heathrow on time. As he came in the door, he gave me a big hug and said, "I have got a small surprise for you but we will save it for later." I wondered what it was, but as he had to report into the office and file his reports, I put it to the back of my mind and began my preparations for dinner. We arrived at the restaurant and were shown top our favourite table in the corner where we could sit at right angles to each other. I was wearing a sheer black silk top with a short above the knees skirt. I was wearing the quarter cup bra he had bought me several months earlier that I had never dared to wear outside the house. It supported my breasts well and left the nipples exposed. My nipples felt hard and tingled as the material brushed them every time I moved. They were very obvious beneath my blouse. John looked across to me when he saw them and said, "Are you wearing the bra I bought you?" "Yes," I said. "Are you wearing the panties I bought also?" he enquired. "No," I said, "I am not wearing any." "You are kidding me," he said. "I don't believe you." "Slide your hand over here and check," I said, as I pulled my skirt up a little. He put his hand on my thigh and moved it up to my hip. There was nothing there. Luckily, I was hidden from view of the other diners so no-one could see as he slipped his hand between my legs and found my bare and very moist pussy. "Oh boy," he said, "I can't wait to get home." The waiter came to take our order and I couldn't help but notice that his gaze lingered over my breasts as he took my order and he took a long time to write it down. He seemed to serve everything from my side and I knew he was fixated on my nipples and the breasts under my blouse. John laughed because it was so obvious. "I love it when other men admire you so," he said, "He could not keep his eyes off your tits." We had a lovely meal and he told me all about his trip which had been very successful but we both had our minds on other things. "Maybe, my small surprise will come in useful," he said. We enjoyed our bottle of wine and asked the waiter to call our cab home. John could not wait and had his hand up my skirt as we walked up the path to the front door. Once inside, he slammed the door and lifted my skirt above my waist revealing my waxed pussy. He dropped to his knees and started licking up and down the lips. "I have wanted to do this ever since I felt you in the restaurant," he said . "Let's go upstairs," I said as I pulled him up and kissed him. He unbuttoned my blouse to reveal the bra that showed my nipples. They were still hard and were tingling with anticipation. He undid my skirt and it fell to the floor. In one movement I was virtually naked before him. I undid his belt and rubbed the front of his trousers. He was rock hard and he admitted he has been like that almost since we had sat down in the restaurant. I undid his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders and removed the rest of his clothes. He sucked my hard protruding nipples and started biting round them. I always liked this but now it was a little rougher but not too hard. His cock was rubbing up and down my pussy and I could feel myself very wet there. If the truth was known, I had been wet all night. He slipped the bra off and licked my breasts holding them up to his mouth with his hands. They felt as though they would burst. I felt him slide down my body and soon I felt his tongue sliding up and down my bare slit. It felt so good that again I wondered why I had been so reluctant to have a full waxing before. As he sucked and licked my lips and stroked my clit, I could feel the sensation building in me. I was half way to an orgasm before he even started. I held his head at my crutch and rubbed myself up and down against him as I came in a huge rush. "That was quick," he said. "Yes," I said, "I have wanted to feel you there all night." I reached down and took his cock in my hand and held it at my juicy lips. I rubbed up and down against him. He felt rock hard. "Not yet," he said, as he rolled me on top of him. His hand went to my pussy and I could feel him stroking between my lips. I felt as if I was gushing juices over him. His fingers spread my juices over my smooth waxed lips and the cheeks of my bum as he pulled me to him and rubbed me against him. My breasts were hanging down to his mouth when he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. The sensation zinged straight to my pussy. He slipped one finger in to me and started to stroke me firmly. I felt myself running all over his hand. He slipped in a second finger and rubbed up and down as he thumb flicked over my clit. I was ready for my orgasm this time and as he sucked my nipple hard, I came in a gorgeous torrent of sensation. He lifted me up and placed his hard cock at the entrance of my wet and pulsing lips and let me gently lower myself on to him. We had rarely tried this position but now it felt good as I was able to control how and where I thrust myself. I pushed myself forward and felt my clit rubbing against his cock. He felt rock hard as I ground into him and I could feel his pubic bone rubbing my clit as I forced myself against him. He was as deep as he could be and he felt larger than ever before. Oh what a difference a night time of teasing can make to a man's cock. I started to draw in and out forcing his cock onto the sensitive upper part of my pussy. I felt his hands reach under me as he pulled me into him with a hand on each cheek. His lips were still fastened on my nipple as I rested on my hands as I drove in he pulled me as we met , his pubic hair grazing my silky smooth pussy lips. I kept this going until I could feel my juices dripping onto him and the loud squelching and sucking noises were testament to just how wet I was. I stopped and he rolled me over on to my side. He rubbed my juices over my puckered ass and pulled my cheeks apart. I was soaking wet as he gathered the juices and massaged my tight hole with his finger. He slipped it into me and rolled it around. I loved the feeling of being filled there. With his other hand he showed me a small butt plug. "My little surprise. Are you ready for this?" he asked. "Yes I said, "but gently." I saw him spread it with lube and felt the smooth rounded tip being pushed gently where his finger had been. The tip slipped in and as he pushed I felt the wider body of the plug stretching my little hole. He was gentle and with a little effort, aided by my own juices and the lube, it slipped in, filling me completely. I felt my anus grip round the base holding the plug in place. He rolled me over again until I was on top and I gently lowered myself on to his hard cock. Now I felt really full and it made his cock feel even bigger filling me and stretching me front and back. I started moving against him in a slow gentle rhythm. "That feels great," I said. "I have bigger ones if you want to try them later," he said. "This feels good," I said. And it did. I felt as though I was taking a cock front and back and my imagination began to run riot. My biggest sexual fantasy that I had never mentioned to John was to be forced to take two cocks at once Maybe, one in my pussy and the other in my mouth or my ass. I could just begin to imagine what this would feel like. I was making the moves now as I ground into him and I knew he could feel the hard butt plug inside me as I moved back and forth over him. I knew the feeling was right as I could feel my orgasm building. I rode him back and forth. This was me making this happen. "Oh, fuck me, fuck me," he said. And that was exactly what I was doing as I rode him harder and faster. His lips sucked on my nipples and his hands worked my breasts roughly. I could feel the wonderful sensation rising in me, but I didn't give him any idea I was so close. I did not want him to come before I did. When I knew I had reached a point of no return, I moaned and shouted "Yes, yes ,yes I'm coming." I gushed all over him as I pulsed on his cock gripping him as my tight pussy spasmed and sucked at him. He rolled me over on to my back and started to drive into me with some urgency. His hand went to the butt plug and twisted it and pulled it in and out just a little way. I had barely come down from my orgasm when I could feel another orgasm spreading from deep inside me. This time I came so heavily. I shouted, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuuck me hard and deep." His cock was hammering into me and I felt his breath quicken and he shouted "I'm coming, I'm coming." I felt his cock explode inside me as he filled me with his cum. He pumped and pumped, I thought he would never end. He collapsed into my arms as we both lay there totally shattered. For the first time ever, I had cum with his cock in my pussy and together. I felt him shrinking inside me. "Stay there," I murmured. I took his lovely cock into my mouth and licked him, sucking his cum from his cock and licking the length of him, cleaning his and my juices from his cock. I felt his cum oozing from me and reached down to gather some on my hand. I looked at him and licked my hand clean. "Let me," he said, as he pulled me astride him with my pussy lips above his face. I felt his tongue swirl round my lips as he tongued me up and down my hairless pussy. "I just love the feel of your smooth, silky pussy," he said as he sucked me clean. His lips fluttered over my clit and I knew I could cum again. I turned round as he lay on his back and rubbed my pussy into his face as I felt his lips fasten on to my clit. We pleasured each other gently until I felt him harden just a little. I took my mouth off his cock and started to lick and suck his balls. My tongue flickered over his perineum, an area that I knew he found particularly sensitive. I swooped up and down from his balls to his ass, teasing him. I reached down to my pussy and took some of my juices and rubbed them over his pouting little hole. I felt him get harder and knew that soon he would be ready for more. I took his cock into my mouth and took him as deep as I could. I felt his hands come to the back of my head and pull me onto him. By this time he was hard again and I could feel some urgency on his part as he thrust into me. I took my mouth off his cock and turned round to face him. "Fuck me, "I said. "Fuck me with your big hard dick." I lay down on my back and he positioned himself above me. I could feel him rubbing his cock over my wet lips and into my wet sloppy vagina. As I pushed back into him I couldn't help but put pressure on the butt plug so it pushed deeper into me also. I could feel his cock rubbing against the plug inside me as he pushed against me. He started slowly and deliberately at first, all the way into me until I could feel his pubic bone meet mine. He felt bigger, probably because the plug was partly filling me. He was obviously determined to fuck me to another orgasm and as he had already cum once he clearly felt confident he could hold himself in check. I was so wet, the sucking sounds as he drew in and out only served to heighten the sensation. I knew I would cum soon. I don't think I had really come down from my last orgasm. I felt the plug moving from side to side as we met each other's thrusting. I tried to match him, this time he was in the driving seat and I loved it. I felt my orgasm spreading from deep inside me. I had arched my body now as each thrust drove his cock against my clit. I knew I was cumming and I was so happy that we would cum together."Yes, yes," I moaned. "Fuck me , fuck me, I'm cumming." As my gasps and moans quickened I could feel his cock twitch and with a loud roar he shouted "yes, yes, yes." I felt him shoot into me just as I peaked. We carried on driving into each other until we were totally spent. He collapsed on top of me and we lay there in each other's arms panting and gasping. I Can't Believe What I Have Done Ch. 02 "Ooooh, that was wonderful," I said. "yes," he agreed, "something special." "Well, we seem to have worked this out, I came twice with you and I could never ask more than that." The next morning I pondered how our sex life had changed. How I had changed. I was sure that by not being so reserved and prudish, I had made a real difference. The problem had been mine, not John's and hopefully now that I had opened my mind to new ideas, we would progress still further. John was very busy at work implementing the new contract he had just won and arrived home late and very tired and left early in the morning. The following Saturday, I realised we had the whole day to ourselves with no commitments. I resolved to start that day very differently. John slept in later than usual, the heavy week had taken its toll so I didn't wake him. I had a bath and readied myself. When he woke, I took him a cup of tea in just my pyjama tops . "This is a great sight to wake up to," he said. "Why don't we just have a lazy day- we don't have to get up for anything in particular," I said with a grin. I reached under the covers and felt his cock harden to my touch. "No, nothing at all," he said grinning back. Just a minute he said and he disappeared into the bathroom. I could hear the shower running. Her slid in beside me and spooned I behind me stroking my breasts. He nuzzled my ear and moved down licking me all the way down my back until he reached my ass. He started licking me all over and soon I could feel him teasing me as he licked all round my bum. His tongue snaked over my little hole sending shivers down my spine and legs. He reached for the lube and rubbed a large amount over my puckered hole and up to my pussy lips. I love that slippery sliding feeling. He lay on top of me and rubbed his cock up and down my crack. I knew he would dearly love to slip it inside me but he reached under me and rubbed down the side of my labia and stroked my clit. I luxuriated in that wonderful feeling until he rolled me over and pressed his face into my pussy. He sucked my lips, pulling and stretching them one after the other. His finger found me and gently entered me. As he sucked and stroked me, I felt him reach under the pillow and then something pushing gently at my lubed hole. "Show me first," I said. He held it up for me to see. It was another plug, this time somewhat bigger than the first one he had used. "It's so big," I said. "I will be very slow and gentle," he said And he was. I felt him rub a generous portion if the lube to me and the plug and he very gently pushed it in and out, allowing me to relax and stretch with him. "Push out a little," he said, "it will help to open you up." I did and felt the wide body of the plug enter me. He did not hurry and very slowly, I felt myself stretch as I began to reach the widest part and I pushed out. All of a sudden, I felt myself close over the widest part and it slipped in. It didn't hurt, he had been very gentle but it was definitely a big step up from the last one. I felt absolutely full and the sensation around my sphincter was amazing -- still tingling from being stretched so wide. I pushed back until I could feel the base against the cheeks of my ass. "There is a bigger one still," he said with a smile. "No," I said, "This is just enough for now." I began to feel more and more comfortable and as he began to lick my pussy, I could feel myself building up to another orgasm. As he sucked my clit, I could feel it get bigger and harder. I knew I was close and as he synchronised the digging of his finger in my pussy and the licking of my clit, I tipped over the edge and came so hard. I pulled his head into me as I felt my juices flowing out of me. I wanted to feel him in me. "Quick," I said, "Fuck me." I felt him push my legs up to my shoulders and he rubbed his cock on my wet and glistening pussy. He pushed against me and his ramrod cock mounted me. I felt more stuffed than ever before. The huge butt plug obviously filled me so his cock felt bigger than ever. I felt very tight but I was so wet. " I have an idea,: he said and reached towards the bedside drawer. When he turned back I saw that he had applied his penis extension that I had hitherto refused. It added almost an inch to his thickness and nearly three inches to his length. I felt this huge cock at my vaginal lips and saw him apply masses of lube on the tip of his cock and on my pussy. He pushed gently against me. "I can't take that and the butt plug ," I gasped "You can," he replied, "let's just take it slowly." I felt the tip of this huge cock push into me as I stretched and relaxed. I pushed forward a little more and suddenly had a vision of Robin's cock entering me slowly and I knew then that I could take him. "More," I said, as he pushed harder. The bulbous head popped in and made me gasp. He pulled out and pushed the head in again, this time a little easier as he penetrated still further. I could feel myself stretching wide to take this huge phallus and heard myself juicing all over him. As he pulled out once more I could feel my vagina wall pulling with him. My pussy seemed to cling to him with every movement. I loved this feeling of being totally full and as John started driving into me I knew I was going to cum. The combination of the plug in my arse and his huge cock in my pussy made my sphincter and pussy scream with excitement. As he drove into me, I responded with upward thrusts of my own. As he thrust into me, I could feel his cock rubbing against the butt plug inside me separated only by the thin wall of my vagina. I felt his lips on my nipples as he twisted my breasts. I knew I was going to cum big time and simply gave in completely to the inevitable orgasm that washed over me. "Oh yes," I moaned . "Don't stop," I knew he hadn't cum because the extension lessened the sensation for him. As he pulled out of me, I made a quick decision. I took out a condom from the bedside drawer. "What's that for?" he asked. "Come here," I whispered. I reached down and removed the extension from his cock and fitted the condom. "Why?" he asked "You will need this. I want you to take my anal cherry." He looked at me in surprise. "Just be gentle," I whispered He reached down, removed the plug and picked up the lube. He applied a generous amount to my slightly gaping hole and also his cock and gently pressed his cock against my arse. Although the plug had seemed big, his cock felt much bigger but I knew he would be gentle and I felt stretched so I relaxed. He pushed deeper into me just a little at a time. As he pushed in and pulled out, I could feel myself taking him but it felt very full and I could feel the skin stretching round his cock. 'You are so tight,' he said. It felt good and didn't hurt at all. As he built up a gentle rhythm, I could feel myself responding in a different way, almost as if I could feel every nerve ending inside me as the head of his cock stroked in and out. I felt a curious sensation building in me. His hand went to my clit and rubbed me gently in time with his thrusting. I moaned as he strummed my clit and his other hand gathered my juices and rubbed the skin round my stretched anus. I was stretched so tight round his cock that every touch was accentuated. It seemed that every nerve ending was alive and I knew again that wonderful feeling of a building orgasm. I knew that for the first time I was going to cum with a cock in my arse. And I did. I started to push back against him, trying to match his urgency. I could feel his cock starting to throb and he yelled that he was going to cum. I could feel his cock twitching and I wished he had not been wearing a condom so that I could feel it spraying into me. I had finally broken the last barrier and far from being painful and degrading it had been a tender and loving experience. I could understand why many women are fearful of trying, but I had discovered that with preparation and a considerate lover it can be awesome. I started to wonder to myself where will we go from here? I felt I was open to any challenge or new adventure and was pretty sure that John might have some ideas for the future. I Can't Believe What I Have Done I moaned and screamed and shouted, "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm cumming, don't stop, don't stop." He didn't, until I had had the most wonderful orgasm ever. He came up to me and gently kissed me, hardly having said a word. He told me how wet I was and I could feel it running between my thighs and onto him. He moved up to me and I could feel his huge cock rubbing up and down my pussy. He made no effort to enter me but as his cock rode up and down my pussy, it was stroking my clit with each movement. I could feel it hard and after my huge cum I wanted something inside me. I looked down, his cock was huge, not just 2 to 3 inches longer than my husbands but much, much thicker. It was thicker than my own arm. I had never seen a cock this big let alone had one inside me. But I wanted it. I needed it. "Do you want this?" he said. "Yes," I whispered. I opened my legs slowly and asked him to be gentle as I had never had a cock as big as his before. He smiled and said he would take all the time in the world. He pushed my legs back and I felt my vagina opening up to him and the tip of his cock at my engorged lips and gently pushed against him. He made no effort to force anything. I felt myself stretch as the tip of his cock entered me. I was glad I was so wet. I could feel my juices gushing. Just the tip felt bigger than John had ever been. I pushed a little more and felt myself stretching further to take him in when I felt the head slip inside me. I was so stretched, I could feel my lips pulled taut round him. It felt very tight but I was creaming all over his huge cock. Gently and slowly he started to move. But I knew he was barely in me. He pulled me to him and pushed against me gently. I reached down and felt his cock. There was still so much to go. I felt him pull out and slowly push back in. I felt so full but he was gentle with me and it never felt painful. I pushed more and felt him go further in. I could feel each and every inch as he took me. He withdrew again and thrust his hips forward in short thrusts until his huge cock was very nearly all the way in.. I felt crammed, stuffed and now I knew the origin of that crude expression. I had never felt so full. My pussy was gripping his cock tightly. I could feel my pussy grasping and pulsing on his cock. As we lay there, I felt myself relax and gently he slid all the way in, our pubic bones met and I let go a huge sigh of contentment and total surrender as I arched my back to take it all. I was full, so full. It felt awesome and as he pulled out I could feel the wall of my pussy clenching his cock with every movement and the skin at the entrance of my pussy stretch as he pulled out and then he slowly pushed back in taking all of me with him. I could hear my wetness as he filled me again. I could feel myself relaxing with him and I felt as I had never felt before -- fully stretched and as he started to move against me, I felt myself matching him as he gently pulled me and stretched the walls of my pussy. I could feel my pussy grasping his long thick cock. He gradually built up the pace of his pushing and each time he thrust in I could hear my pussy squelching and slicking with my wetness. I could feel his huge cock boring through me. My juices were oiling his big cock and I could feel it running out of me. It didn't take long before I felt a different feeling of ecstasy building. I started to pant. I couldn't help it. Every stroke helped build my urgent need to cum. My pussy ached with a desire I had never experienced before. I wanted it so badly. I could feel it building from way inside me. "Yes," I said. "Yes, more, more, yes yes." I started to answer his urgent thrusts with my own frantic movements. As he drove into me powerfully and strongly, getting faster and faster I could feel my orgasm building with every stroke at every sensitive part of my body. I felt his mouth on my nipples as he sucked and bit my breasts. His hands reached under my bum and he pulled me towards him with his fingers pulling my cheeks apart. Every part of my body was crying out to cum. I begged him to go harder and I could feel him sliding deep into me with every thrust until a giant wave washed over me and I came and came and came. I had never had an orgasm from a cock inside me and now I knew what I had been missing. He slowed and stopped, he hadn't come yet so I knew there was more to come. He pulled out and I felt empty. But he rolled me over and positioned himself behind me and gently entered me from behind in one urgent push. I have never found this position comfortable before but somehow this felt good. I had no trouble taking him in me this time and I could feel myself being pistoned with every stroke. My face was being forced into the pillow and his hands came round and gripped my breasts hard. The inward strokes from his big dick were forcing my clit down and it was being stroked and stretched with every move. This felt different, very different. I was now so close, the forward pressure at the front of my pussy felt wonderful and, again, I started to moan and pant. My pussy was itching to explode and as if sensing this he started driving in and out faster and deeper. His cock felt so hard and I could feel his balls hitting me every time he drove in. I had only one thing on my mind -- I was coming. I needed to come as his cock seemed to thicken and get even harder. I could hear his cock squishing with every move Then my orgasm hit me. It engulfed me and I could feel myself forcing myself on to his cock harder and harder. I ground my bum into him time and time again and arched my back to take him all the way in. He slowed and kept up a steady movement with his cock sliding in and out of my sopping pussy. He stopped and pulled out and rolled me back on to my back. "I want to suck your tits when you come," he said. My orgasm had faded but as he entered me again, he leaned forward and kissed me. As he rode me up and down, I could feel every movement of his cock in me. I was gripping him tightly with my vaginal muscles. I started to move with him. It seemed so natural. My pussy was throbbing but there was a deep desire for more. We started matching each other, thrust for thrust. This was virgin territory for me, my first orgasm with a cock inside me and certainly the first time I had come and then carried on for more. His cock felt harder than ever before and as I felt him driving into me I began to feel that unmistakable sensation deep in my very being, of another orgasm building. It magnified with every thrust and just as I felt myself going over the edge, I felt him grip me tightly and his throbbing cock became more urgent. "Don't stop," I said. "Don't stop, fuck me, fuck me." I couldn't believe I was saying these words. I felt his cock grow even bigger as the head of his cock expanded still further. He shouted, " I'm coming, I'm coming," and with every thrust I could feel his cum jetting into me. That tipped me over the edge and I came in a massive orgasm that turned me inside out. I felt sensation everywhere. My pussy throbbed and burned, my breasts tingled, my bum quivered and my whole body felt on fire. As I was coming, I pulled him to me and ground my pussy into him. I could feel his cock twitching and firing jet after jet of cum into me. We both moaned as we climaxed and held each other tightly. This was the first time I had experienced a simultaneous climax and it felt just perfect. He lay there and rolled us on to our side. "That was fantastic," he said. His cock was softening and at the same time his semen was dripping out of my gaping pussy. " Was that OK?" he said. "Yes," I said, "it was perfect." He put his arms around my neck and gently kissed my breasts and lightly flicked my nipples with his tongue.. My breasts were sore and my nipples were tender to the touch. I had plenty to remind me what I had just experienced. He started stroking me all over and kissing my body softly, gently. I felt his finger go to my pussy and rub our juices all over my pussy and the cheeks of my bum. My clit felt very sensitive and my pussy lips were puffy and swollen. His tongue took the place of his fingers mixing our juices as he licked all round my pussy lips. He didn't touch my clit as if he knew this would be too sensitive but as he licked my swollen lips he sucked them gently. I didn't think I could come again. I had had five orgasms and felt totally satisfied. I held his head in my hands as he started to lick me again and amazingly felt a tremor inside and a sensation round my anus as his fingers stroked down my crack and on to my puckered hole. His fingers massaged our juices all over it and his finger slipped inside as it had before. His tongue was now licking the full length of my pussy and my clit was throbbing with every light touch. Sure enough, I could feel that wonderful feeling building in me again. Surely I couldn't come again. But his tender ministrations were having their desired effect on me but how could he possible be ready to go again. I reached down to feel his cock. It was not as hard as before but not soft but as I wrapped my hand round it, I felt it getting harder. I wiped my hand over my pussy to gather the increasing puddle of his cum and my juices and slipped my hand under his cock to his perineum. I stroked from his balls to his anus and I felt his cock harden even more. I heard him moan slightly so I knew I was hitting the right spot. My fingers were wet and silky so I brushed them over his balls and was rewarded with an immediate response -- a soft moan and a definite hardening of his cock. I stroked him again and again. He was hard again now, not quite as hard as before but certainly more than hard enough. He pushed me onto my back and lifted my legs high into the air exposing my pussy and bum to view. He rubbed his cock against my pussy and I could feel my swollen chubby lips gripping the side of his cock as he slid up and down. He lifted his cock to my pussy and penetrated me in one swift movement. I loved this feeling of being full and stretched -- it felt so right. I arched my back to drive my pussy into him and we started meeting each other s movements. He felt rock hard now and I could feel him slide his hands to my bum and as he drove into me, his finger was entering me from the rear. I could feel his finger and his cock separated only by the thin wall of my pussy. This magnified the sensation in my pussy and as he plunged harder, I felt that now familiar sensation building in me. His lips fastened on the nipple on my right breast again - a mixture of ecstasy and pain that drove my passion still further. I felt my orgasm coming again. He did this so well. His thrusting varied from angle and direction stimulating my clit and swollen pussy lips alternatively. As another orgasm hit me I knew I couldn't carry on much longer. I was truly shattered. I reached under him and started to rub his balls with the juices I was leaking all over him. Sure enough, this was the final straw for him. I felt his cock harden and engorge as he gasped and started to fire even more cum into me. Again I could feel him jetting into me and as we climaxed together I knew I wanted to experience this again. He finally subsided and lay beside me. His cock fell from my pussy which now felt very used and was lewdly spilling his cum and my juices all over my legs. I looked to the side and saw the clock -- it was 5.30pm. We had been at it for two and a half hours. No wonder I felt shattered and could barely move. "Would you like a shower?" he said. I nodded. I didn't want to spoil the moment but knew I could never go home with my pussy, bum and legs covered in our juices. He gave me a towel and I went to the shower. I stood totally transfixed in the hot running water. I felt used all over, my pussy ached, the lips were throbbing and were a little sore. My breasts felt bruised and the nipples hurt to the touch. I soaped my pussy and wiped away his semen but I knew there was much more up there. I reflected on the last two hours. I could scarcely believe what I had done. Although I had had the most fantastic sex ever, I had been unfaithful to my husband -- the first time ever. How had I put myself in this situation and how had I allowed myself to go all the way without stopping him. One thing I knew was that I had loved it -- an afternoon of unbridled lust that had been so out of character. It had certainly been an eye opener for me. I had never had six orgasms consecutively and I had hit two milestones. I figured the answer was that deep down I had obviously been missing something in my sex life and subconsciously I must have known it or at least questioned it. He thoughtfully brought my clothes to the bathroom As I left the shower, I looked in the mirror -- I looked different. Fucked, I thought, well and truly fucked. I don't usually use such language but that was how I felt. I caught sight of my breasts which were covered in love bites and bruises. How on earth would I explain that I wondered. I dressed with my mind in a turmoil. My panties were still very damp so I put them in my pocket. As I put my jeans on, the seam fell between my naked pussy lips and rubbed them roughly. I could not walk without feeling some pain and discomfort. I also realized my pussy was still leaking his semen and that in a short while a large wet patch would appear outside my jeans. I placed some paper tissue over my pussy and put my panties back on. Once dressed, I went back outside where he was pouring two glasses of wine. "A toast," he said "to you and the best afternoon of my life." Yes, I thought, I bet you say that to all the girls. We drank the wine and looked at each other "Will I see you again?" he said. "I don't know," I replied, still in turmoil about what had happened. "I am a married woman and I can't believe what happened here this afternoon and I don't know how I will face my husband." Deep down though, I felt confused and questioning. How could something so special and wonderful be wrong. I knew I wanted more but doubted it would ever be the same with my husband although I love him deeply. This felt different. Love had nothing to do with this. For the first time in my life I had experienced lust, pure and simple lust and already I was reliving that watery juicy feeling of gushing juices and his huge cock. "Please take the book," he said, as he gave it to me with a business card. "You can always call me to return the book. I would very much like to see you again but we can always meet up somewhere in town for you to return it if you would prefer." We brushed lips as I passed through the door. "I will think about it," I said. As I walked down to the bus stop I could feel my pussy squelching in my panties as they and the tissue soaked up his cum. My pussy felt gaping wide and the lips huge and swollen and still throbbing gently. I couldn't work out if I was glad I had experienced such wonderful sex for the first time in my life or sad that it had taken so long to find out how much I had missed. What should I say to my husband? How could I make it up to him? What would happen if I leveled with him? Would it be the end of our marriage? We had always been honest and open with each other in our marriage but I did not know what to do now this had happened. I had my keys out as he opened the door. " Hi, " he said. " You are later than I expected. I am just getting a drink. Would you like one? Where have you been all this time?" There it was....the big question. How should I respond? Well you know from the introduction that I told him. But that is another story.