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I've Just Been Fucked

By: SirDuction



My name is Louise and I have just been fucked. Yes, I am married and my husband does not know about it yet but he might soon if I decide to tell him. I have to tell you, I feel so giddy. He did not agree to be a cuckolded, it was not is wish or desire. He did not want to watch while his wife got a good rogering by another man nor would he have enjoyed doing so. I do not blame him entirely for my actions and I take my fair share of responsibility but at the same time I am not sorry or ashamed of what I have done, I enjoyed it and will be doing it again in all likelihood. It was so good, my sex-life is up and running again, it is so exciting.

I am not seeking anyone's approval for my actions. I couldn't care less if you judge me or what that judgment is. I feel like a woman again and I am happy.

The guy who has just fucked me and left by the back door is called Terry. He is single and very attractive and at least I am coming clean about what I have done and if I get chance will do it again next week with the same man. So I hope I get some brownie points for honesty.

As I sit here in front of my monitor writing this confession I can feel a delicious trickle of spunk seep from my pussy into my panties, god, I can hardly suppress a giggle. Aren't I just the wicked one?

You see I am 46 years of age and my husband has been basically impotent for six years or at least that was his story and I believed him. So for more than six solid years I haven't had sex at all. Well, of course that is not strictly true because I have just had sex with a great lover who has just left me all aglow and bubbling but as far as my husband was concerned my sex-life ended when I was 40 years of age.

I married Tom when I was 18 and sex with him was never the greatest but at least I stayed faithful to him, never looked at another man, well not really. All women look at other men but you know what I mean, I would never have thought to have sex with one. OK there might have been one -- laugh. 

We like to see a great body on a man and a lovely tight arse will always get our attention, well it does mine, but that is as far as it goes normally regardless of the fact that Tom has always been a "Wham bam, thank you Ma'am" husband at best and then usually when he was drunk. Then suddenly even that stopped. Couldn't get an erection he said.

I tried to be understanding about it but gradually all outward signs of affection disappeared. No more kisses before leaving for work or on arriving home, haven't had any flowers for years. He lays in bed with his back to me and snores like a pig.

I am not saying these things to mitigate my actions, I care a fuck what anyone thinks of me. I needed a good seeing to and I have just had one. Half an hour ago I was fucking like there was no tomorrow with a young guy who lives a few blocks away, who is great to look at, has a fantastic physique and is just exciting to be with and to talk to. He makes me feel good, in fact better than I have ever felt. My husband had been my only lover until today, now I have had a taste of something else and it was fucking amazing.

I was a bit disconcerted at first, you know, opening my legs like that for another man, I felt so exposed and especially with him being much younger than me. When he told me to open my legs it was like -- what? It was like, god he is going to be able to see my slit. My husband has never wanted to do that really. When I did open my legs it felt so naughty. I felt like a young girl showing my pussy to a lad, something I had never actually done.

"Cute little cunt Louise," he said, "and so wet you naughty girl."

I was a naughty girl, wasn't I? But it did feel deliciously wicked. All this was new to me, a man talking to me like that, I hope he does it again. I keep giggling when I think about it. I have never felt like this before after sex. I feel like a silly schoolgirl.

OK, I don't have the body I once had but my tits have held up better than most. My legs and thighs have always been a strong point. They looked especially great half an hour ago spread across the bed with a very attractive young man's hips jigging between them -- giggle.

Terry has been making it clear for some six months that he would love to shag the arse off me. He is 23 and clearly likes the older woman. Tom and I met Terry at the local pub one Friday night, he sits and talks sport with Tom but his eyes tell the story of what is real motive is and Tom is so thick he couldn't see it. He certainly had a glint in his eye from the first moment. He has an impish smile that turns to lecherous when he looks at me. He is cheeky with it and has a wicked sense of humour. I liked him an awful lot but would never have thought of having sex with him, well not actually having sex with him, until Tom made the big mistake of leaving his computer logged into Literotica a fortnight ago just before he came up to bed at two o'clock in the morning.

I had never visited this website, never knew it even existed, and was shocked to think that he had. I found some stories he had written about fucking lots of women some as recent as the past few weeks, he's a liar, I know that. He couldn't get laid in room full of women prisoners. His biography was illuminating too. You would think he was the stud of the north not a 49 year old man who couldn't get an erection to save his life, well so he said. He was getting an erection alright, well if the photograph of him looking ridiculous in a pair of Speedos I never knew he had is anything to go by. His face was hidden of course but it was him alright. 

He was reading all these sexy stories and had loads of them he put in his favourites along with favourite authors. I felt cheated and betrayed. In his biography he said he hated stories about wives who cheat but said he was interested in friends, sex and women. Well it felt like the bastard was cheating on me. 

I tried to login to his email account. His password was easy enough to guess. He loves rugby and is mad about the Harlequins so I tried that and Bingo I was in. He was writing lewd emails to women authors calling them sluts and every other name he could think of. Did he see me like that? Then there were some women he was simulating sex with by the use of emails. I was gutted. I'm not now, I am positively on fire with excitement, I have had a lovely cock so deep up my pussy for the first time in six years and it was fantastic. It was really thick and I could feel it throbbing inside me.

I know what some of you will say, two wrongs don't make a right but then he will get clean away with it and why should he? Jesus I'll tell you what though, that Terry got me fucking like I have never fucked before, my arse was going at it ten to the dozen -- chuckle.

I have just gone six years without loving sex or sex of any kind, while he was wanking himself silly at his computer. How do I know? Because I fucking caught him at it, that's how. I went to bed leaving him downstairs with his computer and after a while I quietly came back down. I listened outside the living room door until I could hear him building up to his orgasm, I was gutted. Then I opened the door to the living room and walked in just as he was getting ready to shoot a plume of spunk out of his cock, "vinegar stroke" he calls it. That led to one unholy row but he had been rumbled and I was starting to reassess my life. I like sex too, I thought.

Now I must admit that once having found Literotica I could easily get aroused reading some of the stories, especially those written by some of the women authors, women who had affairs outside of their marriages, women I could relate to because of the reasons that made them do it. Women with husbands like mine and much worse. I spent a few crazy afternoons fingering myself silly reading some of the more exotic stories. Masturbating had never been for me but it was now. I had found an exotic side to me I never knew existed.

What was a cuckold? I had never heard of it before. It's a man whose wife cheats on him, I looked it up. Well Tom is one now. I made him one just over half an hour ago. He does not know it but he is. He will be home from work in another hour. He will just walk in as normal expecting his dinner on the table. He won't even know he has been cucked today. Aren't I awful thinking like that?

Terry suddenly became much more interesting, well he would wouldn't he? When I took a perfect opportunity to nip his gorgeous arse he needed no more encouragement. It took a lot of courage on my part to do it. I have seen lovely arses on lots of men but there is a big difference between that and touching. I had thought about how to let him know I was now available and a little nip on his sexy arse seemed a good way to do it. 

It meant stepping out of my comfort zone and taking a risk to do something that would normally be alien to me no matter how much I might want to do it. But do it I did. I had decided that I had deprived myself of sex in the name of marriage for far too long while my so called impotent husband was getting his sexual arousal and fulfilment on this website.

Terry didn't hesitate in responding, sneakily sliding his hand onto the small of my back as he stood next to me as we all got up to leave the pub, then sliding it down and having a little squeeze at one of my arse cheeks while I slipped a little note containing my phone number into his other hand then I felt his fingers tracing my knicker-line. It was deliciously sexy and exciting, nearly had an orgasm there and then.

The taxi we had ordered was taking ages and Tom had to go back inside to the loo. 

Terry soon had me pinned against the wall and we kissed in the darkness.

"Be careful," I said, "He might catch us."

God that kiss was so hot and his hand run up my bare thigh and inside my panties. I felt his finger trace my slit, which was embarrassingly wet, then it was right inside me. He gave me three or four finger fucks before I got him to stop and take his hand away before Tom came back.

When me and Tom got into the backseat of the cab and it set off leaving Terry to walk home, my heart was thumping in my head. I was giggling inside and taking an occasional look at Tom and thinking, God another man has just had his fingers up my cunt while you was having a piss. Sounds wicked I know but it is exciting when I think about it, even now as I type it.

I was so turned on by the feel of Terry's hand inside my knickers and by the way he had been so daring, it had been so long since I had felt so excited by the touch of a man.

Just before Tom got back from the loo Terry had whispered in my ear, "you need a fuck don't you?"

I just said, "Mmmmm."

The next day I received the phone call I was hoping for, it came while Tom was at work. After I had nipped Terry's arse I noticed that he got into conversation with Tom about is work. What time he started and finished, he asked him about his hobbies and his interests. Tom had no idea and just thought Terry was genuinely interested in him but he wasn't, I knew it, he was getting to know all Tom's movements because he wants to fuck his wife, he wanted to get his cock into me and now I was ready to let it him. Actually at that moment I was ready to beg him. 

We kept exchanging those little flirty looks, it was wildly exciting to me, I had never flirted before. I never in my wildest dreams imagined I would be sat next to my husband and opposite and great looking hunk of sex with a wet swollen pussy filling my knickers.

Today Terry arrived just as we had arranged on the phone and I let him in. I had my newest blue dress on, new silk, French panties and hold up black stockings and black high-heeled shoes. Terry is so tall and he still towered over me regardless of my heels. He didn't say it but the look in his eyes told me he didn't want niceties and that he come to fuck.

After just a few minutes of the usual ice-breaking and kissing that got slowly more passionate until our tongues were exploring each others mouths we both knew exactly what we really wanted. My pussy was ready and aching for him, and we were upstairs in our bed and fucking, yes fucking like it might be our last time together. I am sure it won't be. I know I shouldn't giggle about it but it is so thrilling and exhilarating.

Terry knew all about fucking, god he knew how to work that animal between his thighs alright and he knew how to work the thing between my thighs too. He knew what to do with cunt when he was getting it, and was he getting it. I surrendered it up to him on a plate.

I look back now as I type this account for you all and think how wicked I have been, not evilly wicked mind you, no not that at all, deliciously wicked for the first time in my life just like us women fantasise about being scrumptiously wicked.

My legs were pushed open, my knees were pushed forward until they were nearly touching my ears while he sunk his cock into me like a wild animal, god I felt wanted. Then my legs where pointing upwards to the ceiling with my black shoes hanging precipitously on the ends on my toes. He was holding my ankles while he slowly fucked and fucked and fucked, kissing the inside of my legs along the silky stockings I had put on for the occasion.

Did I have a mind-blowing orgasm for him? Yes I did. Was it the best I had ever had in my life? Well I am afraid I have to say it was, because it was.

Before we started fucking he had asked me to put his condom on for him. It was the first time I had put a condom on a man's rock-hard cock. It was so exotic sliding it over Terry's cock all the way down his shaft until it fitted so snugly on his gorgeous manhood, but as we were both approaching orgasm and Terry's groans became louder and he grunted with each unrestrained thrust into me he sudden changed his mind, pulled the condom off and sunk his naked cock back into my cunt and pumped me bareback. He wanted to send his stuff right up me not into a condom. Now it is running back out again as I type -- giggle.

His hard naked foreskin was stripped back on re-entry and I loved it and wanted him even more. I needed to feel his seed. I wanted it and craved it. I wanted him to make me feel like a woman again. I was urging him to spunk inside me. I will go to the chemist in a minute when I have finished writing this and get the Morning-After-Pill just to be on the safe side.

My orgasm slowly built up until my heart was pounding, my head thumping and the contractions were so wild they were painful. I was aware that I had become extremely vocal, screaming from somewhere deep down, god he was good.

As my orgasm hit its perfect zenith I was buried beneath this tall man with his beautiful body and broad manly shoulders. It felt like he was making me his. I belonged to him body and soul and he was taking me. I felt diminutive beneath his torso as he continued to bury cock into me until I felt one of his legs going into a spasm. I was pinned beneath his muscular frame, held in place by him until he was ready to seed me. When he did it was so exotic, oh my god.

Terry's orgasm seemed to come from his feet, through his legs and trembling thighs. I could almost hear his heart beating like thunder then his stinging, hot spermatozoa shot exotically onto my cervix. It felt amazing and it seemed to permeate my entire body creating a warmth that filled my being as well as my senses. Isn't it just how a woman is supposed to feel?

We laid together exhausted for about ten minutes before we got dressed and left. My house now feels strangely empty without him so I sat at my computer and typed this account for you all to share. I still feel very giddy and my pussy is wet and soft and still sticky from where Terry left a very creamy mess.

Now I know from the reviews of the many stories on this site that there will be those who will call me a slut and many other things besides and do you know I don't give a fuck. Yes some of you will jump to the usual judgments of others that you never apply to yourselves. Some of you will moralise but not question your own morals like why are you here today secretly reading these stories? Well I don't give a fuck one way or the other. I know lots of women will know why I have done what I have and might wish that they could find the courage to do the same. I know many married women will wish they had been in my place today.

Terry has just made me feel like a woman and the first chance I get he will be invited back to fuck me again but not until I am back on the pill, fuck that for a monkey's uncle.

Hope he hasn't banged me up -- giggle. Well better go and get that pill and hope for the best.

I've Just Been Fucked Ch. 02



Hello you lot, I've done it again. I've had another amazing fuck with Terry. I will say this for him he doesn't mess about.

We have a little table in the kitchen where we often eat our meals and that's where he shagged me something rotten right across the table-top. He came in and we kissed really passionately. I went into the kitchen to make him a nice cup of coffee and he followed me and came at me from behind wrapping his arms around my waist and snuggling kisses into my neck, he's so sweet. Then he swung me around and propelled me onto the table face down.

"I need a good fuck," He groaned, "I am going to fuck you until you can't stand up."

I had two hands gripping the far edge of the table, my legs were spread apart with my high-heeled shoes planted on the floor and my dress was lifted up and thrown over my waist, then there was the sound of his zip being pulled down and his trousers dropped to his ankles. It was all so fast and furious. He didn't bother to remove my little pink panties before giving me a thick length of cock. The whole thing was so deliciously sexy and erotic, being taken like that by a man that really wanted me.

Terry is big and thick and the feel of his cock inside me is such an exotic feeling. I love it when my pussy peels his foreskin right back and that enormous cock-crown throbs inside me.

Now let me say right at the outset that I am so sorry that I upset so many of you with my confession that I had been driven to cheat on my husband. It was never my intention to upset anyone. I just wanted to be upfront and admit what I had done. I thought you would all have understood and given me one or two brownie points for coming clean. You really are an unforgiving lot aren't you? – Giggle.

I was such a good wife to Tom for so long and where did that get me - nowhere. Now I have a wild sex-life again. Terry just wants to fuck me and fuck me, I know that it is not love or emotional in any way – we just fuck and I like it that way, no complications. So I am not sorry in the least for what I have done. It is all new to me, it is exciting and thrilling. For the time being it is fulfilling and gives me such a buzz. I got fucked for a solid hour or more today, rather than the normal 10 minutes with Tom, and I had wonderful orgasms I never knew possible. What woman wouldn't spread her legs for some of that from a young buck with a body on him like a Greek Adonis?

Anyway, I was being humped on the kitchen table and hanging onto it for dear life as Terry grunted like a wild bear getting its oats for the first time after the winter hibernation. Then I took a sudden gasp of air and yelped as I felt a stinging slap across my backside. I had never been slapped like that and was shocked but it was somehow very exotic. I have never felt as submissive in my life. Then he had my ponytail in one of his hands, pulling on it as he rammed his cock up me. I could feel his firm stomach muscles against my arse and his balls whacking against my clit.

Now I know you women will want to know if he was a better fuck than my husband and I know some of you men, who do not like my confessions, will not be happy but the truth is the truth after all.

I know now that Tom is not much good at sex and that has become very clear. It is probably just a talent he lacks. I am not blaming him it is probably a simple case of some can and some can't, like anything else. As for Terry, he fucks like a wild stallion and as he was thrusting me from one end of the kitchen table to other the most fantastic orgasm built up in my body. My heart was beating like a drum and I could feel it beating in my head, I thought the table legs were going to break. My orgasm came like one wave followed by the next and the intervals between my wickedly erotic contractions got shorter and shorter. My screams were bouncing around the walls of my kitchen then I had the mother of all orgasms and squirted all over his cock, down his thighs and into a pool on my tiled kitchen floor. God above he had made me actually squirt. Where on earth did that come from, you tell me?

How many of you fellow females out there have actually squirted? Please let us all know, I always thought female ejaculation was a load of rubbish, well not anymore, Terry's shoes were full of it – giggle.

By the way I decided not to go back on the pill. Well you know what with all those side-effects, and in any case since Tom had not been having sex with me for six-years and showed no signs of wanting sex with me, nor I with him, it would seem very strange if he found out I was taking the pill. I have a small supply of morning-after pills for Terry and he loves the idea of me being vulnerable to his seed. So I knew what was coming when he quickened his pace and his breathing became erratic. His body was stretched across my back and it shook violently as he fucked me with the force and speed of a jigger-pick.

His spunky seed shot into me like a tsunami. His heavy body went limp and seemed to collapse on me from a great height knocking the wind out of me. Inside my pussy felt red-hot as it was filled with his virile deluge. The glow of it all seemed to spread right through me.

After he left I tidied up especially my cum off the kitchen floor and the creamy jizz that had dripped from my slit onto the tabletop.

Once I composed myself after Terry had left, I went to see my best friend Helen. We have no secrets from each other and I told her everything, she wanted to know all the details.

Helen is married to Ray; they have been married for about 10 years. She is about 32, I think, and Ray is about 45 or so. I could see that she was getting quite horny as I told her about the fuck I had just had with Terry. It was so exciting telling her especially as spunk was still trickling from my slit while I was telling my srory, it felt all sticky in my panties. I know some of you men don't understand it but I do get so giddy when I feel it. It is like Terry has left his mark and owns me and I like that feeling. Helen said I was such a lucky bitch.

When I got home I phoned Terry and told him that I had confided everything in Helen and what she had said about me being a lucky bitch and then Terry dropped a bombshell. He said if Helen was interested his friend Gary would make one in. He asked me to see if Helen would be interested. He said that he and Gary had been to Spain together on a holiday and he would drop by the next day and drop off some photos of Gary for Helen to look at.

I just wasn't sure. I had no idea how Helen would react to the suggestion. We have been good friends for a long time and I can talk to her about anything but would this be a bit too far?

Anyway, I got Tom's tea ready and he came home from work. Then I thought oh my god as he sat at the kitchen table eating his meal and drinking tea right where I had just been fucked by Terry. I busied myself at the kitchen sink while Tom was eating. His plate was just above the spot where I had been fucked and his feet were right at the on the kitchen tile where I had squirted onto the floor. I suppressed a chuckle.

I know I shouldn't take pleasure in it, especially when Tom has been at work all day while I get a pussyful of cock on our kitchen table but you have to look at it from my point of view. He has denied me a sex-life and then I caught him wanking in front of his computer monitor with a bloody hard on when he told me he had erectile dysfunction, am I supposed to be a bloody nun, fuck that.

Terry turned up with the photos as promised. Gary looks about 28 years of age and he is one gorgeous hunk, yummy, yummy. Terry gave me an amazing fuck on the rug in front of the fireplace before he left. I took the morning-after pill and went to see Helen. I showed her the photos and watched her reaction. She definitely looked interested. I hope there are no side-effects to these morning-after pills.

"He is a bit of a dish isn't he?" Helen said.

"He is yours if you fancy it." I said, "Why don't we see if they will make up a foursome."

Helen just blushed and dropped her gaze but I knew what she was thinking about it.

"Look Helen, it's up to you." I said.

"I suppose we could just go and meet them for a chat." Helen said a little nervously. It was a big step for a married woman to take, I knew that.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to Helen," I reassured her, "So shall I tell Terry?"

She nodded, which I took as a yes.

As soon as I got home I phoned Terry.

"I think Helen is up for it with Gary but she will need some coaxing" I told him.

"Oh that sounds great, she will not be disappointed I assure you." He responded, "Can we meet at my place tomorrow afternoon then?"

I'll get back to you on that." I said, "Let me check with Helen.

I phoned Helen and asked her if she was up for it.

"I will have to think about it again Louise, it is big step to take, let me think, I will let you know."

I knew what she was going through. It takes a lot for a married woman to take the plunge into a sexual relationship with another man. What she was going through was quite natural.

"Don't do anything you are not happy with Helen, it is upto you."

"OK," She said, "Just give me time to think."

I put the phone back on its cradle, she was up for it alright, no-way was she going to pass up on Gary if I had seen her reaction to his photo.

Ten minutes later she phoned back and said "OK I'll go. But nobody must find out about this Louise or my marriage is in ruins."

"I'll phone Terry and fix it up for tomorrow afternoon." I said.

The next day we walked around to Terry's after our husbands had gone to work making sure we were not seen as Terry let us in through the back door. I must say that both Terry and Gary had very wicked smiles on there faces as if they were the cats that were getting the cream. Helen was very nervous as the men tried to break the ice. Terry cracked a bottle of red-wine and we all had a drink and just chatted for a while. Gary sat next to Helen on the couch, she definitely liked him and seemed to like him even more with each glass of wine she had. It was looking more and more as if Gary was on course for fuck out of her. Good luck to her, go for it girl, I thought. 

Helen is a very pretty girl and she has one of those really beautiful faces. Her hair is brown and very shiny and falls down over her ears, curling in under jaw-line framing her pretty looks perfectly.

I sat on Terry's knee and we were kissing quite passionately. I could see that Gary and Helen had started kissing and Gary's hand was on Helen knee just below the hem of her dress. Helen does have gorgeous knees and thighs.

Terry and I sort of half watched them as Gary slowly made progress, he was getting there bit by bit with just the occasional steadying hand from Helen. Her thighs were getting more and more exposed until her dress was right up and Gary's fingers were sliding into her knicker-band. Her thighs were still together but she was not stopping Gary from heading where he was going and soon his hand was right inside her little, light-blue panties. It was so exotic watching them.

I heard Gary whisper in Helen's ear in a deep husky voice.

"Open your thighs Helen, come on be a good girl."

Helen's thighs just spread out and Gary was in there.

Terry had a finger inside my panties by now and had it stretched along the length of my crack pressing it between my pussy-lips, in and out, I was so wet.

Helen's eyes were closed and I could see the shape of Gary's fist with Helen's panties moulded around it. He looked to have two fingers up her twat and was finger-fucking her nice and slow. 

Terry took my hand and said, "Come on babe bedtime," Then looking at Gary he said, "You two can use the back bedroom."

Soon we were in Terry's bedroom, stripped naked and fucking. This man was a veritable fucking machine. I was transported to another planet, all the way to Venus and back and my orgasms were electric. Terry waited until I had my third orgasm before shooting his sperm inside me, the bedsheets were soaked. He rolled of and lay at the side of me and for the first time we could hear the noises coming from the back bedroom.

Helen was yelling like a female banshee and the bed could be heard bouncing like a trampoline. Helen's orgasm was massive and Gary grunted and growled as he shot his load clearly shooting his cream into her.

On the way home, we called at the chemist again. I made sure we both took the morning-after pill. Neither of us wants to be up the duff do we?.

We were both home before our husbands got home from work which was nice.

Now I know some of you men are going to leave the usual nasty feedback and get very irate because we could just as easily be your wives while you are at work and it must be disconcerting for you to think they might be doing the same. But look at this way. At least I am being honest by telling you all this. I am not looking for your approval and your judgments of me or Helen, she is a lovely woman is Helen, you can be as vitriolic as you like but it will not change anything in the grand scheme of things and it will be better for your blood-pressure if you don't get too upset. It's done now and nothing will change it. So me and Helen have both had a good fuck, what's the big deal?

On our way home Helen and I discussed sharing Terry and Gary, you know to inject a bit of variety and spice into our new sex lives. We will see what they say - giggle.

Helen was so taken up and excited about Gary, he had certainly put a wiggle into her bum as she walked back, a wiggle that wasn't there when we went. I did have to smile.

Anyway, I will keep you all posted.



I've Just Been Fucked Ch. 03



Hi there, my name is Terry McNab and I have been fucking the living daylights out of Tom Carter's wife. I believe Louise has been telling you all about it. She does tend to be a gossipy little wench, not to mention extremely giddy. Maybe I can fill in some of the gaps but I would be grateful if you would keep a lot of this to yourselves. I normally do not like to boast about conquests of mine. I tend to find it childish and immature, but since Louise herself has chosen to speak out and confess, I see no reason not to give you the story from a man's perspective. 

I have not known Louise all that long, it is her husband, Tom, I know from going and watching the Harlequins play rugby. I have a season ticket and my allotted seat is right next to his. I don't know him much at all apart those occasions when we see each other at home matches. I now have a season ticket to fuck his lovely wife which I thought at one time was never going to happen.

So, apart from the rugby, I had never really met Tom socially until I decided to change my local, and my hunting-ground, my cunt-hunting ground that is, and wondered into the Fox and Grapes pub one night.

"The Fox", as it is known by the locals, is a very quaint old English pub, you know like it has never changed for centuries, lovely real-ale and a great atmosphere created by the Georgian windows and the shiny horse brasses nailed to the ancient wooden beams that run parallel to each other across the lounge area. I think it dates back to Elizabethan times at least, and has a lovely old fireplace that the landlord keeps fuelled with wooden logs and a cosy fire throws out gentle warmth in winter time.

As soon as I got myself a beer and turned to walk away from the bar I saw Tom sat at one of the tables and I went to sit down with him.

At first Tom and I talked about the recent home game which the Harlequins had lost 24--19 but it was Tom's wife that caught my attention. Let me tell you why Louise interested me so much.

Although I am only 23 I have had my fair share of young pussy. In fact I have not only had my share but someone-else's as well. The thing is that I find young women just do not perform between the sheets, they do not know how to fuck and they lay there like wet-flannels while I have to do all the fucking so they can get to have an orgasm. Then at a recent New Year's party a man who was there with his wife drank too much, lost control of his legs and had to be helped home.

I gave him the fireman's lift, plonking him over my shoulder, and under the directions of his wife, who suddenly looked quite attractive, took him to his house, about 300 yards down the street, got him upstairs and dropped him unceremoniously on the bed, still fast asleep, then went back downstairs and shagged his randy wife on the living room couch.

Now let me tell something. That woman was the best fuck I had had so far, in fact she was wild. Her soft, little arse never stopped humping until after she had her third orgasm and I had shot mine into her pussy, a real fuck for once.

Right at that point the door opened and her bleary-eyed husband stood there still wobbling on his legs. I jumped up, pulled up my trousers, coiled my cock away, and zipped up my fly, all in one sweet movement, leaving his darling wife with one leg dangling onto the floor and the other up over the back of the couch and a rich jism-cream-pie trickling from her slit down to the soft, rosy cheeks of her arse. 

I had just let her New Year in, in every sense of the word, and as I pushed past her husband, who was still trying to gather his wits, his eyes still trying to focus on the mess I had just left between his wife's thighs, I wished him happy New Year, was out of the door and on my way down the street as fast as my legs could carry me.

I reckon that woman was about 46 years of age and she was just something else. She fucked like she hadn't had a good fuck for years. After that I wanted every mature looking woman in the neighbourhood, if she was at all attractive, but unfortunately that meant, in the main, married women and there were quite a few that wanted a young-body and a young-cock -- I have both.

So you can imagine exactly what was on my mind when I ran my eyes over Louise Carter. She sat there next to her husband wearing a pretty blue and white dress. I wanted, no needed, to know what delights were under that dress. Those lovely well-rounded and very smooth knees, whenever I got a glimpse of them it had my cock pushing right up through the band of my jockeys. I went into my top gear flirting mode but got very little response -- in fact no bloody response really.

The next time I went in the Fox she looked even better wearing a black pleated skirt, just short of knee length, and a white blouse with enough buttons undone to show a moderate amount of cleavage and her blouse was transparent enough to show off her white bra cups. Clearly her breasts were not too big, not too small, just lovely and petite. My eyes were drawn to her engagement ring and broad wedding band. She had long fingers and nicely manicured fingers nails. I could just imagine her hand wrapped around by stiff throbbing cock. In my mind I was fucking her doggie-fashion with those sweet little tits dangling into my hands and her somewhere beneath me.

One question kept racing through my mind. What was she doing with a nerd like Tom Carter? I started to do my homework and after a few weeks I knew all about him, where he worked, what times he left the house in the morning and what time he got home in the evening. I knew exactly where he lived and how many bedrooms the house had. I knew which bedroom he and Louise slept in and that they had no children. Tom, of course, had no idea that I was doing a kind of mind map and reconnaissance of his house and his life but Louise was listening all the time as I got to know more and more.

Now for you guys who have already had your wives fucked by a bastard like me you really should stop reading at this point because I am only going to tell you how I got right inside Louise. It will be descriptive and I do not want to upset anyone.

Anyway, I was still getting no real response to my flirting technique which became more obvious as I gained confidence that Tom just hadn't a fucking clue and was so oblivious to it that he didn't even notice the most obvious eye-contact I kept getting into with Louise. I was really restricting my alcohol content by now while Tom was downing his one after the other. I was keeping a clear head. I will always limit the alcohol when I am seriously on the hunt for cunt.

Suddenly out of the blue, for what seemed no logical reason, things changed. As I stood at the bar one evening, replenishing my glass, Louise brushed by me on her way to the loo and nipped my arse. When we were both sat back at the table, even with Tom sat right there, the flirting became mutual. Something had tipped her in my direction, I didn't know what it was but I was not going to start analysing. I know when I am on for a fuck and I was not going to look a gift-horse in the mouth.

As we got up to leave at the end of the night I couldn't resist having a feel at that wiggly little arse of hers. Out of sight of Tom I grasped her left buttock and gave it a good squeeze then ran my fingers along her knicker-line and plinked the elastic through her skirt. Then she pressed a piece of paper into my hand which was promptly shoved inside my pocket. I am going to fuck this lovely bitch I thought and she will stay fucked forever. I could feel the stickiness of precum in my jockeys. As for Tom Carter, well fuck him. I am already thinking of his wife's piss-flaps and getting my cock separating them and dragging them backwards and forwards.

As we stood outside, saying our goodnights, and Tom and Louise waited for their taxi, I kept having a little touch at that soft little arse of hers, sliding inside of her thighs from the back, then Tom had to rush back inside the pub to go to the loo. I had a quick look around to see if anyone was watching and turned Louise towards me and kissed her, she didn't resist and was easily backed up into the dark shadow of the pub wall, she was giggling like a virgin schoolgirl. My hand gathered up her skirt and I pushed my fingers between the soft flesh of her tight thighs. I was heading for her cunt. I had wanted to know what she had between those thighs for a few weeks and now I was going to find out.

I slipped my hand inside her panties and soon I had my finger sliding along her slit, between her wet petals up to the hood of her clit. Got it, I thought, got your sweet little cock-taker in my hand. Lovely, lovely, lovely I thought, as I heard her draw a deep breath of night air. I let my fingers linger for a second or two to touch her labia then swirled them around her cute little clit. This pussy had been Tom Carter's exclusive territory but now my fingers were all over the fucking thing and his wife was panting like a rabid dog, her entire body was desperate for a fuck, I had her cunt like a barber's lather-pot.

I knew Tom would soon be back and Louise was clearly nervous so three or four quick finger-fucks had to suffice for now. My fingers felt right into her softness and got soaked. 

Tom came back and they got into their taxi and went home. God I needed to fuck her arse off. I had a little taste at my fingers, shoving them inside my mouth and drawing them out slowly, then had a deep but silent laugh of triumph that exercised my stomach muscles - lovely.

Once back in my house, I live alone; I took the piece of paper from my pocket. Her phone number was on it and a little message saying "Phone after nine in the morning."

Well, I had just had a good feel at her crack, now to give it a good fucking for her. My cock was rampantly hard and I wanted to split her down the middle with it.

Anyway, you will all know by now it is mission accomplished. I have drilled her in their bed, in my home and over her kitchen table and I have left my creamy calling card deep inside her every single everytime.

I have dragged her labia backwards and forwards along my shaft and made her little cunt look like a cream-pie. But she did catch me totally unawares when she squirted all over the floor as I banged her twat on the kitchen table. I have to say what a good girl Louise really is when she has a good length of cock inside her and a slap on her arse to make her gallop. No matter what women say they love it.

Anyway, as you will know she has introduced her friend Helen to me and my friend Gary, we couldn't believe our luck. Married women have changed their outlook. We are entering a new age. There was a time when a wedding band was like a brick wall, no way past, but now those days have gone. Women want sex as much as men do and they are out to get it, married or not. The days of liberation are here and I for one will fill my boots while I have chance.

Gary shagged Helen in the back bedroom at my house and she loved it so much she screamed the fucking house down and drenched the sheets. Now Louise has just phoned to ask if we fancy a swap next time. So I get to fuck Helen now if I play my cards right. Gary is slavering like a little pup at the thought of screwing Louise.

If I feel upto it I will write again and let you know what they fuck like.



I've Just Been Fucked Ch. 04



Gary has fucked me. I have to say it was really amazing. As I write this my pubic hair is deliciously plastered in dried spunk.

Since I caught my husband wanking himself silly reading Literotica I have had sex with two wonderful young stallions, my entire sex-life has been transformed. Yes, I know, I have been a very naughty girl and I have upset so many of you, which I never intended doing.

But you have to understand that my life has completely changed. I had a husband who ignored me and treated me like I had nothing to offer. My self-esteem was at rock bottom until that day when I decided to let Terry fuck me. Now there is Gary and Terry and I get loads of sex, my pussy is alive again - giggle.

I never thought I would look forward to seeing them as much as I do. I know that both Terry and Gary have fucked my friend Helen and, like me, her husband does not know what she gets up to when he is at work. You have to admit we are liberated women though and we have two young bucks that just can't get enough of us. Talk about a sex-life.

You see we women just have so much going for us these days. We are slowly getting all the advantages you men have had since forever. We have no need to worry about getting pregnant for starters. We easily get the pill or, as in my case, the morning-after-pill with no side-effects. The truth is that if we fancy a bloke we can just go ahead and fuck him -- giggle.

I mean, just think about how things have changed for us women. We don't need your marriage anymore really. We do better in education than you do, we are better qualified than you and our salaries are better. So all-in-all we are entitled to better treatment than we have had from you lot. The times they are a-changing.

When I was younger there were many times when it would have been nice to just let loose and be able to let go and have sex with a very attractive man but what if I got pregnant? And then those of you, who were running all over town trying to get your cocks into anything you could, even though you were married, would have called us sluts or whores or worse if we did what you were doing. Yes, times have changed. I think that is what really upsets at lot of men, well not the more mature ones. We women have always known that the world is full of married men all trying to get into our knickers. There are two getting into my knickers now and I love all the attention.

God, you should have seen Gary's cock. I was laid on the bed buff-naked with my thighs spread out waiting for him, with him stood at the bottom of the bed with his cock point upwards at about 45 degrees. He had his shaft in his hand and was slowly wanking the fucking thing and smiling at me with a really lecherous look on his face. I felt so wicked just laid there with my pussy all bare and exposed for a man, especially a man who isn't even my husband, but look I am a modern woman and I do what the hell I like.

Helen feels the same as me and I know she really enjoyed having sex with Terry. I told her she would. We have compared notes. At first we thought Terry was the best fuck but Gary is great too so we have not reached a final conclusion on that yet. The jury is out so to speak -- chuckle.

That's another thing. Just look how we women are changing you men all the time. We are fed up of couch potatoes when we can have men with great bodies. We want men that have six-packs and can wear those little skimpy trunks or Speedos and look great. The truth is we can have them if we want them. Oh look, I know we have always told you they do nothing for us, well we would wouldn't we? We have always had to make sure we didn't smash your fragile egos. But we always did notice those gorgeous men on the beach that we pretended not to see or told you they were not as sexy as you when we were gagging to fuck them. I always laughed inside whenever I had to tell Tom he was sexier and more handsome than any man I had ever seen. Like fuck he was.

Hey, Gary has a magnificent body and has he crawled onto the bed between my thighs his stomach was so solidly firm, not like Tom's, hanging down like a big fat dumpling Gary's body is more like Terry's, a fucking machine.

Yes, it makes me smile when I think how we women are changing you men and when I see you trying to get rid of your tummies, pumping iron, doing endless pull-ups and press-ups all to please us women and our demands. At last women have choices and we know what we want -- giggle.

Why should we accept forever wedding vows that men ignore when those vows were made many years ago and times have changed? Well I have shed my chains and right at this moment I am sure Helen is shedding hers and will be getting screwed again by Terry. She loves sex with Terry and why shouldn't she? It does make me smile. I will tell you something else; she can't half grunt when she is getting it.

Anyway, Gary's body felt wonderful, just what any woman wants and even married women if they are honest. We do not fantasise over slobs or men with little cocks you know.

I closed my eyes and felt Gary's cock right at the entrance to my pussy and then felt the whole length of him eased ever so slowly into my softness. I gulped a mouthful of air and felt his balls squash against my arse then he started to fuck real slow and so did I.

I am really sorry that my confessions have upset some of you so much but I am not going to be the good little wife anymore. I have found life after marriage and I intend to hang onto it.

Gary's was going at it like an Olympic athlete, he has real stamina and fucked me for a solid hour none stop and I don't see why I should deny myself sex because my husband cannot get an erection. Well, unless he is sat in front of his computer screen, wanking himself silly over some erotic story, when I can get better real sex anyway with Terry and Gary.

This time we had placed a towel on the bed in case I squirted again like I did in my kitchen with Terry. It felt so deliciously naughty squirting like that. Don't you think I am wicked girl? Scrumptiously wicked that is.

Before I went to bed with Gary I did have to laugh when Terry told Gary, "You will have to watch that one Gary, she's squirter." Gary just laughed as we went into the same back bedroom where he fucked Helen. This time Helen went into the front bedroom with Terry.

Helen is quite giddy about Terry. She seems to have gone all girlie, girlie about her new sex-life, talking about secretly buying some new sexy clothes. Her husband allows her a pretty generous clothes budget and never questions what she buys. I will have to go shopping with her to see what she has in mind -- giggle.

I knew Gary was on his vinegar stroke when he pushed my knees open as wide as they would go and shot his load into me just after I had a third massive orgasm. There was a lot of spunk - giggle. It was a good job we had the towel under us because I squirted again not to mention Gary's surplus cum running down onto my arse. I told Helen afterwards, she was amazed and said she wished she could do it.

The best bit is that I don't feel owned by my husband anymore. I don't have to wait until he deigns it OK to have sex. He betrayed me and didn't care about our wedding vows and I don't see why I should leave my home, I own it jointly with him. Let him fuck off. Alright so I have had sex with two other men but he was basically having sex and said on Literotica that he was interested in sex and women, so what did that mean? He hadn't been showing any interest in me for ages and lied to me about erectile dysfunction because he was emptying his bollocks all over his computer. How would he like it if he knew where Terry and Gary were emptying theirs? 

Writing that last bit really made me laugh. Sorry.

Anyway, I feel better for having confessed all this but I do not intend to give up on getting my jollies now. I will tell Tom he has been cucked when I get around to it and in my own good time, but once I get my financial future secure maybe. He has put the bulk of his money in my name anyway, you know, tax avoidance, quite legal. On the other hand I might just leave him in ignorance and let him hear it all from someone else.

Bye y'all.