12 comments/ 77151 views/ 19 favorites Why I Love Married Women Ch. 01 By: DontJudgeMe "Yeaaaah," I groaned loudly as my cock disappeared into Cindy's mouth. It had taken all night to get her into my car with me but wow, it was worth it! Her left hand was around my thick shaft and I swear I could feel the coolness of her ring. "Mhm," she hummed into my cock, apparently enjoying herself as she fought to take the entire length down her throat. Her tongue was flicking around the head of my cock, turning me on insanely. "You like?" she asked with a little naughty smile, as she came up for air. "Oh yes!" I said with conviction and pressed her face back down to my cock. Surrendering, she quickly took it inside again and continued sucking. I had gotten the vibe all night that Cindy was a closet sub. She'd like me to treat her a bit roughly and tell her what to do. We were in the backseat of my car, she was on her knees on the seat next to me. Slowly, I let my right hand glide down her back to her soft ass. I pushed her panties aside and stretched, trying to feel her warm pussy. "Please don't," she said as she pulled off my cock again, looking up at me with large eyes. "Don't what?" I asked as I found her asshole. Hmm... a submissive slut like this might take it up the ass... "Don't touch me... down there," she blushed, "I don't wanna cheat on my husband." "What?" I asked confused. I noticed she had even stopped masturbating me, so I took a hold of her hand and started her again -- as I touched her wedding band, a sexual rush shot through me -- and she continued automatically. "I don't wanna cheat on my husband," she repeated. Wow, you have a twisted outlook on morale if you don't think giving a strange guy a blowjob in his car is cheating. This is all Bill Clinton's fault, I guess. "Well, it better be one hell of a blowjob then," I said as leaned back, moving my hand off her ass. She nodded, relieved that I wasn't pushing the subject and renewed her efforts on my cock. "Ahh..." I moaned in pleasure as she began again. She gave everything she had, as she bobbed her head up and down my solid shaft, while jacking off what she couldn't fit inside. Slowly she increased the speed and the pressure on the cockhead, giving me a nice, slow blowjob. Too slow for my liking though. I grabbed a firm hold of her hair with one hand and held on to her neck with the other, using my position and strength to guide her head up and down. Control turns me on, I don't know why but it does. And controlling a little unfaithful slut is always exhilarating. I began forcing her head up and down with greater speed. Though uncomfortable, it must have turned her on too, as one of her hands found its way under her short skirt and she hummed fast and uncontrollable. "Oh yes," I cried out, "suck my cock. Suck it and go home and kiss your husband with my cum on your lips! God, I love you housewives, you're so hot -- and so good with a cock!" I lost control of myself -- though I kept control of her and continued to fuck her face. Hearing her moan into my cock only spurred my on further and suddenly the orgasm crashed over me, the waves of pleasure sending me sky-rocketing as I emptied my balls into her mouth. In my orgasmic bliss, I held onto her head, forcing her to keep my cock in her mouth as I shot my warm, sticky sperm down her throat. She had no choice but to swallow it all. The submissive little wife really liked that, being forced to take my white goo in her stomach; she started to trash around while she rubbed her wet, unavailable pussy. Her muffled moans told me clearly that she was cumming as well, probably getting one of her fantasies fulfilled. Bet ol' hubby respects her too much to take her like he really wants to. I took her back to the club we came from, making sure she'd be alright. "Make sure to tell your husband he has a hot wife," I said with a wink as I left her at the entrance. She blushed and smiled at me as she went inside, looking for her friends. --- "There's no pussy like a married pussy," I always say. I know this may make me sound like an asshole, but I can't and won't stay away from a woman just because she has a ring on her finger. Why should I? If her husband can't hold on to her and if she won't stay faithful, why is it my responsibility? The answer: It's not. I have formed two rules for my hunting. First, don't get caught. Primarily by her husband - you can't talk your way out of fucking a guy's wife if he discovers it -- but also her kids. They shouldn't have to know what kind of slut their mother is, after all. I think that's rather decent of me, actually. And second, don't develop feelings for her -- often she's just looking for a fling and isn't going to leave her husband for you, even if you wanted her to. Love 'em and leave 'em, as the saying goes. Far from all of my conquests are one night stands, but I always take great care to not fall for them. --- A couple of nights after my delightful evening with Mrs. Cindy, I went to one of my favourite nightclubs, looking for a good time. I do that too often, I know -- sometimes it feels like I only really live on those nights out. The club is rather large with an impressively big dance floor -- that always attracts the ladies -- and a long bar. I went to the bar, as I usually do, to get myself a beer. Lucas, the barkeep who knows me and my habits saw me coming. Before I had even sat down, he'd opened a beer and handed it to me. "The usual," he said with a friendly smile as I sat down. "Thanks," I nodded and took a sip, "How's life in the world of bar keeping?" I asked casually. "The usual," he repeated with a grin before leaving me to my beer. He likes me... I think. I try to be friendly with the barkeeps, as they usually know what's going on -- information is always useful. I turned around and scanned the room. It was a Wednesday night so not too much was going on. There were some single guys, a few couples and some girls dancing with each other. "That brunette out there should be right up your alley," Lucas suddenly said from behind. "Oh?" I said without turning around, trying to locate the one he was talking about. "Oh yeah, I don't know what she's been flashing the most; her ring or her tits. Not that she has much in that department, but I've noticed that you're more interested in the first anyway." I was about to answer him when I noticed he was gone. Sneaky bartender... I spotted the brunette he was talking about, a petite, slim woman in a very short, skimpy dress. She was jumping around on the dance floor, her dress flailing around, giving the entire dance floor a nice view of her tanned, sexy legs. But Lucas was right, not much in the chest-region -- her dress was very low-cut, showing off what little cleavage she had though. She was certainly a worthy candidate but she smelled a bit like someone looking for validation. Many wives do that -- dress slutty and chat up guys, just to leave them hanging and go home to their husbands, rejuvenated from the fact that other males still find them attractive. She stayed close to another girl, so I figured they were having a night out on the town. I discarded her friend though -- it wasn't that she was unattractive but I'm very single-minded and I had already picked my target for the night. Besides, I couldn't see if that other broad had a ring on her finger or not... I looked around at the bar -- I needed someone to get the friend off my back while I played my hand with the dancing bride... "Hey," I said to the guy a couple of stools away. He was reasonable good-looking, not overly buffed and seemed in control of himself. He looked at me, "yes?" "See that blonde dancing with the brunette?" I asked and indicated whom I meant without pointing. "Yes?" he asked again. A man of few words. I liked him. "How about we double-tag them, you take Blondie, I'll have the brunette?" I proposed. He looked back at the dance floor and studied her a bit more. "Deal," he finally said and we clinked our beers together in a toast, sealing the pact. It didn't take long before the dancing stopped. Blondie returned to the table while my brunette came to the bar to order another round of fancy drinks. "I have this round," I said to her as I positioned myself next to her, "a slight token of my appreciation of the... impressive dancing." Letting her see the desire in my eyes, I smiled at her. She blushed, deep red. She looked like she didn't know whether to be grateful or offended, so I quickly continued, "my name's Jonathan." "Ehh... Elizabeth but everyone calls me Betty," she said, still a bit confused. Confused was fine with me, that's usually an advantage. "My friend here," I said with a hand gesture, indicating my ally for the night, "was very much taken aback with your friend out there. I was wondering if you'd introduce him to her?" I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. If her friend and my friend ended up together, talking or... whatever, that would leave her alone with me. She reached the conclusion that this was acceptable though and smiled at my friend. "Sure. What's your name then?" "Henry," he said. Hmm... in hindsight, perhaps I should have found myself a wing-man with a somewhat larger vocabulary. The three of us went to Betty's friend, Henry and I each caring a drink and our beer and Betty making sure to sway her ass for my (our) benefit. She smiled to her girlfriend and introduced us and we sat down next to our respective women and for the next two hours, I chatted with her, listened, danced and paid for all her drinks. She was fun to be around and I'm sure she had a good time. However... "Well, I gotta get home," she said hesitantly, looking at her watch. I'd known for at least half an hour that she'd leave soon, so it came as no great surprise. "Yeah, it's getting a little late..." I said nonchalantly. Then, admitting defeat: "There's really no way I can get you to go home with me, is there?" "No," she said a little worried -- probably afraid I'd be pissed that she'd let me on for so long without getting anything in return, "but I had a fun night..." Well, I guess that's something then. At least I had entertained some guy's wife for the night. Well, the only thing left was to go down honourably. "You have a lucky husband," I smiled at her and saluted her with my beer. She smiled, relieved at my understanding and lack of anger. "Thanks. See you!" I waved her off and noticed that Blondie and my faithful sidekick, Henry, were busy exchanging saliva. I'm so happy I could bring them together... I went back to Lucas. He gave me a beer and a sympathetic smile: "Struck out, eh?" he observed. "Yeah, probably turned her on and send her home to hubby," I agreed, without feeling too bitter, "you win some, you lose some." I handed him a 5-dollar note for the beer when a lady from the table next to the one I'd just left suddenly got up and walked towards me, looking intensely at me. "Hey, I'm Jane," she introduced herself immediately when she reached me. "Come sit with me..." Jane had dark brown hair, was quite tall with broad shoulders that made her look big, although she was definitely not fat. She looked to be around 30, so a couple of years older than me. Her face was pretty but not delicate like the ones I usually go for. She was wearing a black dress that made it impossible not to notice her deep cleavage and long legs. In her heels, she was actually a bit taller than me. And most importantly: On her left hand she wore a beautiful golden wedding band. She seemed very interesting but also a bit domineering. I don't usually go for domineering women -- either I'm in charge or nothing happens. I don't submit to anyone. But still, she was better than nothing and having just struck out, I was curious and willing. I left my beer at the bar and went to sit with her. "I couldn't help but overhearing how you talked to that girl -- Jonathan, right?" she said with a nod towards the place where we'd been sitting, "guess you don't mind if a woman's married, eh?" There was an interested gleam in her eyes -- one that I couldn't quite place. She tried to sound indifferent but this was obviously important to her. "Well, no..." I said guardedly, trying to figure this strange woman out. Others might have jumped up and down with glee at this point but I become very careful in situations I don't understand. "I'm married," she informed me with a seductive smile. She held up her hand, showing me her expensive wedding ring. "I noticed." My lack of response seemed to make her a little uncomfortable; she lost some of her confidence and her smile faded a bit. "Go buy me a drink and maybe you can come home with me..." she said, attempting to glide back into her seductress-role but there was an edge of uncertainty to it. Good. Seeming to obey her 'suggestion' I went back to the bar, but only to grab the beer I had left there. As I returned I sat down next to her and took a sip, ignoring her surprised expression. She was looking at me, not quite knowing what was going on -- this clearly hadn't gone at all as she had planned and imagined. "Listen here," I said as I put the bottle on the table, "I don't know what kind of game you're trying to play, but here're my rules: I'm not gonna come home with you. You can come with me, IF you ask me very nicely and accept a spanking to your bare, lily-white bottom when we get there." Finishing that sentence I placed my left hand on her soft, white thigh, just below the dress, grabbed her around the back of her neck with my right and pulled her down into a hard, demanding kiss. She tried to resist at first (not crying-rape resist, more trying-to-get-back-in-control resist) but she soon surrendered and kissed me back, greedily even. Her lips were soft and welcoming and she parted them for my eager tongue. My hand moved slowly up her thigh, under her dress and she willingly parted her legs, giving me easy access to her most intimate parts. I met her panties and without hesitating -- I'd already made it this far, hadn't I? -- I moved past them and touched the soft folds of her delicate pussy. To feel up a sexy wife in a public place is something that always turns me on and to bend a woman to my will is a sure way to give me a hard-on. As she felt me touch her down below, she tried to pull off my mouth but I held her in place, continuing the kiss and my little exploration-expedition under her dress. As before she gave up and accepted my dominance after only a token resistance. "So, what's it gonna be?" I asked as I finally broke the kiss. She looked at me, completely confused. I guess it didn't help that I was slowly stroking her pussy, up and down, up and down, without going inside. That kind of teasing rarely helps one's ability to concentrate. I waited while she replayed what I'd said before the kissing and saw how she suddenly blushed. I guessed she remembered the part about the spanking... Nevertheless: "Can I come home with you?" "Why?" I asked, feeling a bit cruel. Her eyes widened at that. "So you can spank me and fuck me," she finally admitted, accepting her submission to me. With a smile, I pulled my hand away from her pussy, getting a small moan out of her, took her hand and pulled her up with me. We took a cab to my address. All the way, I kept her in a state of arousal by kissing her and teasing her, whispering naughty things in her ear. With some wives you can't even mention the husband without their bad conscience making them call it off. Others have decided to be unfaithful and get a kick out of being reminded of their infidelity. Without a doubt, Jane belonged to the second category. "What do you think your husband is doing while you're in a cab with a stranger, letting him feel you up?" I whispered in her ear. Her reaction was to grab my cock through my pants and whisper back: "The poor bastard is probably watching porn on his computer! He hasn't gotten any of what you're about to get in weeks..." "I'm not getting anything," I returned, "I'm taking what I want." She blushed at that but didn't stop caressing my cock -- guess she knew it to be true. I lived only a short while from the club so the ride didn't take long and soon we were entering my apartment. Just as I closed the door behind me, I took hold of her and pressed her against the wall in a hard, intense kiss. Not only did she eagerly open her mouth for my probing tongue, she even laid her arms around my shoulders, holding me in a lover's embrace. My hands quickly slid around her waist and started exploring her delicious ass. It was tight and well-formed, she probably worked out regularly. I like a woman who keeps herself fit -- it makes it all the more pleasurable for us who enjoy her body. "I'm gonna spank you so hard, you can't sit tomorrow. How're you gonna explain that to your hubby?" I asked, teasing her. "Oh, I'll get that bastard to rub lotion on it!" she answered out of breath. Wow, she was quick on her comebacks. I liked that. Taking her by the hand, I led her through my apartment to the bedroom. "Stand on all fours," I ordered her as she crawled into the bed. She gave me a sexy smile and complied, positioning her voluptuous ass towards me and waiting for her punishment. It was a nice ass. Not too big but not too small either. Her short dress only served to enhance its desirability and I knew how tight and sexy it would feel under my hands. I pulled the little dress up, leaving her butt bared -- except for her tiny thong that really covered nothing -- and let my hand run across her soft skin. "Tell me why you are gonna get a spanking," I demanded of her. I wanted to hear her say it, hear her admit her 'guilt' and submit to my control. I've always been dominating in my sexual relationships -- it turns me on to no end -- but never really to the point of trying to humiliate my partner. There was just something about this woman... maybe it was the way she had acted in the club and I wanted to take her down a notch. Or maybe I instinctively knew that she wanted to be humiliated. "Mhm... 'Cause I deserve it for trying to manipulate such a powerful man," she replied in a husky voice, "I should have know you'd be too strong for me..." She was looking at me over her shoulder and there was something close to reverence in her eyes. Slap! My hand struck her ass with a resounding 'smack' sound. She gave a throaty growl but stayed perfectly still. I had hit her as hard as I could and my hand begun to sting a bit immediately. On her pale, white ass was a distinctive red mark where I had struck her. Curious, I suddenly pulled her panties down to her knees, wanting to see what kind of effect being in this humiliating position had on the delightful housewife. I stuck my fingers in between her legs and felt her engorged pussylips. She was drenching wet. "Like it, eh?" I asked her gleefully but before she could answer, I struck her again, in almost precisely the same place as before, right on her right asscheek. She wasn't prepared for it this time and she gave a loud "Ouh!" and started to pull away from me before getting her body under control and sticking her ass back out towards me. "Want me to rub you here, while I spank you?" I asked as I found her clit and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Yeeees!" the aroused woman breathed, "please rub my clit!" I did as I landed another hard slap, this time on her left asscheek. Her entire body convulsed as the feeling of sudden pain got mixed up with the pleasure from her clit, and she accidently pushed her cunt down on my hand and two fingers easily glided into her wet and willing pussy. "Oh God, yes!" she moaned in delight and did her best to work the fingers further up. Aroused I let the blows hail down on her exposed ass, while rubbing her clit and moving my fingers around inside her, much to her pleasure. Her moans grew louder and louder and I figured she was probably nearing an orgasm. Why I Love Married Women Ch. 01 For some women one orgasm is enough and after they've cum they're pretty much uninterested in anything sexual -- many will leave or ask you to leave... you know, like a man. That's why I never 'let' them cum before the actual sex begins (it's harder to tell someone to get out of your house, if they're in your pussy, I've noticed). I figured this Jane-chick was different though. Something told me that one orgasm would only heighten her appetite for more... "You want to cum, don't you?" I asked as a I took a break from the spanking -- her former white ass was starting to get the most delicious red colour -- but I continued rubbing her, bringing her closer to the orgasm. "Mhhhhmmm!" she moaned loudly in reply. Smack! I slapped her ass as hard as I could. "That's not an answer!" I exclaimed, "do you want to cum!?" "Yes, oh God, yes! I want to cum, pleeease!" she moaned, very close by now. "And what do I get in return?" I demanded. "What?" she asked, too focused on her own enjoyment to pay too much attention to me. That was just rude I decided, and pulled my hand off her pussy. She looked back at me confused tried to get my hand back between her legs. "What do I get in return, if you cum without me cumming?" I asked carefully, "something for something, you know..." "Anything!" she all but shouted at me, "I'll do anything, just make me cum!" That was good enough for me. Honestly, I didn't even know what I would have demanded; sometimes you just gotta go with the flow... She eagerly accepted my hand back in her pussy when I resumed pleasuring her. "Oooh, yes! More, more," she moaned, desperately trying to make her climax, "harder, please!" I kept smacking her lovely ass, while I quickly drove her over the edge. Suddenly she grunted loudly and closed her legs around my hand, holding it in place while she moaned her orgasm out. "Yes, yes, yes!" she repeated in her moans, "yes, yes!" As she slowly calmed down from her sexual high, I removed my hand from her pussy and began stripping off my clothes. Once naked, I found a condom in my wallet and threw it at her. That brought her out of her orgasm-induced daze and she looked around at me. Once she saw my rock-hard cock she got an eager, hungry look in her eyes and crawled to me. "Ooh, so big and strong," she said admiringly and took a soft hold of my cock. "Put it on," I told her, indicating the condom that was still lying on the bed. With a smile, she picked it up and started a short battle to get it out of the foil-packing. Once she got it out, she fumbled with it as she tried to get it on me and first on the third attempt she succeeded. Maybe she wasn't as experienced at picking up strangers for a night of sex as she seemed... "Back on your knees," I told her, "we're doing it doggy-style." "Mhm..." she enthusiastically responded and turned around, once again showing me her luscious ass. Without any other words needed to be said I positioned myself behind her, and using her hips as leverage, my eager hardon entered her wet, wet cunt. It was heavenly. Even though her pussy-juices were practically flowing out of her, she was still tight enough to squeeze my cock. The resistance only heightened the feeling as I drove into her; the pressure was strong enough to be felt clearly through the rubber of the damn condom. "Oh God yes!" she moaned loudly as I pushed my entire length deep inside her, "so good!" "Yeah?" I groaned without breaking the stride I was building, "your husband do you like this?" "Never! Oh, if only he did... if only he could!" the horny woman moaned. The moaning praise of a woman getting fucked may not have any real value, but then and there: There's nothing better. You know what I mean... "He ever pull your hair... like this?" I asked as I grabbed a tuft of her long brown hair and pulled on it, adding the pain to the pleasure the aroused wife was feeling. "Ah!" she moaned, half in pain, half in... something more. "The bastard would be too afraid of hurting his precious wife! Never takes the time to just give me what I NEED!" The last word was screamed out as I hammered my cock in as hard as I could, while tugging on her hair -- hard. "Yeah," I heartily agreed with her, "you gotta know when and how to fuck your whore!" To underline my point, I let go of her hair, returned to my grip of her hip and smashed my pelvis bone against her ass again and again, adding more and more power to the thrusts. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, "oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she cried out, in that special way women do when the orgasm is taking control and everything else loses meaning. "Fuck, you're quite the slut, aren't you?! A married slut even!" I shouted out, losing control myself. Pounding into her as hard as I could, my entire being felt that blissful rush that accompanies the really good orgasms. "Yes, I am! So fuck meeee!" she cried out as she too came, almost exploding beneath me. I collapsed a top of her, resting on her ass and back. When she came, her legs must have given out under her, 'cause she was laying on her stomach underneath me. God, I love married women. END PART I Why I Love Married Women Ch. 02 "Yeah, it's Jonathan," I answered my phone. It was a couple of days after I'd sent the lovely Jane home, and for some reason I hadn't been able to get her out of my mind. I didn't quite know why -- she wasn't the sexiest woman I'd been with, or the most submissive (remind me to tell you about Lauren at some point...), or even just the best lay. Still, there was something about her... Maybe it was the fact that she didn't act like most wives I went out with. Yeah, there was a certain mystery to her, something that edged me on. It definitely wasn't because I was violating my second rule -- the one about not falling for a married woman, oh no, no, no. "Hey, Jonathan, it's someone who needs to get her wet pussy fucked by your hard dick, and soon," the unforgettable voice of Jane greeted me. "Oh, you're gonna have to narrow it down," I teased her. You can't ever let them think they're the only one for you, you know. The line went silent for a moment -- I could almost see her slightly annoyed face before me; once again the conversation wasn't going the way she had planned. "It's Jane," she finally said, sounding a little disappointed that I apparently didn't recognise her voice. "Oh Jane!" I exclaimed, seemingly overjoyed to hear from her, "I was just thinking about you... how's your ass?" See, when I spank someone, I care to remember and ask to her reddened body part. I'm considerate that way. "Still a bit sore, but more than ready for another round," she breathed into the phone, trying -- and succeeding -- to sound seductive. "Oh yeah? You don't think Mister Jane will mind that?" I enquired, reminding her that she was a bad little wifey to forget the one she swore to love and honour. "He's out of the way, don't worry..." she promised, sounding indifferent to his whereabouts. She was tempting me more and more. What was it with this girl? "What did you have in mind?" I asked with a beginning erection. "Well, I was thinking I would cook for you, we'd have a nice dinner together, then we'd retire to the bedroom, and you'd teach me what happens to unfaithful wives... while I scream in orgasm," she said with a naughty little giggle. Yup, she certainly was tempting no doubt about that. But there were little bells going off in my head, telling me I needed to stay in control of this lady, or it would end badly. "Hmm, as good as that sound, let's just skip the dinner. Give me your address and I'll be over at nine." Dinner leads to romance, romance leads to trouble. Not that I normally mind dinner (or trouble for that matter...) but I'd better skip any complications with this woman until I had figured out what there was about her. That didn't mean I'd pass up the opportunity to screw her in her marital bed though. "Oh," she answered, clearly not happy with my rejection but she folded nevertheless, "okay, at nine. I'll be ready by then." She gave me instructions and we (I) hung up. --- She (and her husband, I assumed) lived in a fairly typical suburban house. I parked in the driveway -- if she had asked me to try to keep it all a secret, I would, but she had kept insisting that her husband wasn't an issue, so I'd either call her bluff or take advantage of the situation. Either was fine with me, really. The only odd thing was that there were two cars in the garage -- she'd clearly stated that her husband was out. Oh well, maybe he'd driven with someone else. I was ten minutes late which was more or less intentional -- punctuality is fine between equals but it's good to let a sub sweat a little. It lets them know who's in charge -- and who's not. The door was unlocked, so I ignored the doorbell and just went in. Arrogant, I know, but we all have our little quirks. She was in the kitchen, preparing snacks. Evidently, she was hell-bent on feeding me -- probably the housewife instincts kicking in. Fine by me, who doesn't like post-sex snacking? Jane (whose last name was Krawiec, I'd gathered from her mailbox, Jane Krawiec and Arnold Moore) was dressed to kill. Or at least to seduce. She was wearing a green dress with a very deep V-cut neckline that her incredible boobs really managed to fill -- I almost felt sorry for the thin straps that seemed under a lot of strain to keep her delicious hooters from breaking free. She was standing at a table, putting various kinds of unhealthy goods in little bowls with her front turned to me, but very occupied with her task. I was standing in the shadow, with an excellent opportunity to study her without her knowing -- and yes, the first thing I noticed was her busty chest. Not her long, dark hair that she had brushed till every single strain of hair lay perfect, falling down beneath her shoulders. Neither her pretty face with the discreet, yet effective make-up, no it was her huge and attention-craving tits. In my defence though, she was standing slightly bent over the table, presenting me with a very direct view of her deep cleavage. To my eager eyes her wedding ring practically sparkled in the dim light from the overhead lamp. A sex-bomb, just waiting for me... "Like what you see?" she suddenly asked without looking up from her task. Shit, how did she know? "Ehh..." I began, for once caught completely off-guard, "yes, I was. I am. You look way hot," I rambled. She looked up at me with raised eyebrows, clearly amused that she had managed to disturb the confidence I had succeeded in showing her so far. Alright, she won that one, time to move on. "So," I said as I walked towards her, trying to find my cool again, "you're just determined to feed me?" I seized a pair of peanuts as I said so, underlining my point. "Well," she said shrugging, "I figured it would be nice..." "- to serve food for the strange man you invited into your home after dark?" I finished for her. "Oh yeah," she quickly agreed, "can't have the strange man I invited over run out of energy. We'll need you to keep up your strength... and stamina!" Her lips formed a sultry smile as she winked at me. She wasn't easy to faze, I'd give her that. I stepped up close to her and let my hands encircle her waist, pulling her close to me, "let's see what we've got," I muttered into her mouth as I placed a demanding kiss on her lips. For once there was no struggle for dominance, no token resistance to be broken down. The moment our lips touched, she seemed to melt into my embrace, surrendering completely. My tongue invaded her mouth while my hands were busy exploring her ass. Her dress was relatively short and it only took a second before my hands were up under it, feeling the naughty housewife up. Her ass was exactly as I remembered it; tight, firm and soft -- very spankable, oh yes. "Mhm..." she murmured and winked at me, "I'm still sore." "No panties?" I asked as my hands met no fabric of any kind under her delightfully short dress. "Why would I wear panties?" she asked with a lusty gleam in her eye, "it's not like I've dressed for my husband..." God, she knew what turned me on. Her total disregard for the man she married and her complete subservice to me had my cock fighting for freedom from my jeans. Unable to resist, I grabbed one of her hands and led it down to my zipper. Knowing what to do, she quickly unzipped it and freed my iron-hard dick from my jeans and boxers. "Oooh!" she purred happily, "is all that for me?" "Mhm," I agreed, "maybe you could appreciate it better if you were on your knees..." I pointed out, romantic as ever. She bowed down and gave it a lingering kiss, greedily sucking most of the head into her warm mouth, but letting it go all too soon. "It's tempting, darling, but I was thinking we'd retire to the bedroom. To mine... and my husband's... bed," she said with a wicked smile, "you know, the place where he and I first consummated our marriage." She had an excellent point. "Lead the way," I told her and followed her without even bothering to close my pants. Their bedroom was on the first floor. It had a double-sized bed -- neatly made -- some closets, a bedside-table and a... closed door? "What's in there?" I asked, my natural curiosity momentarily stealing the control away from my general hornyness. "Nothing," she said quickly -- a little too quickly? -- "just a toilet. That's been out of order for a couple of weeks now. Now, where were we?" She looked at me and set her sight on my hardon, still sticking out of my unzipped pants. "I think I was gonna sit here," I said and went to the bed, "in your husband's bed, and you were gonna kneel here," I pointed at the floor between my legs, "and suck my dick." "Oh yes, I remember. I was finally gonna taste that big... hard... cock again," she said loudly with a sultry smile, "I've missed it." Without another word, she dropped to her knees between my legs and lowered her head to my dick. "Mhm!" she moaned loudly and lovingly, as if the taste was everything she'd hoped and more. Her right hand grabbed the shaft and began stroking it, up and down in a steady rhythm, while her wonderful mouth focused on the sensitive head. Heavenly! "Ahh... you're a great cocksucker," I praised her as she took more and more of it into the welcoming warmth of her mouth, "you do that for hubby?" She pulled her head off my cock and look up at me: "Hah! Yeah, right, I can't remember the last time I had his poor little thing in my mouth!" she said with a condescending smile before diving back to the task at hand. "No, darling," she continued her point, "this is something I reserve for men!" Suddenly I heard -- or I thought I heard -- an unfamiliar sound coming from the closed off bathroom. I know it may sound strange, as I was sitting there and getting sucked off by a sexy wife, but then again, one learns to be on the lookout for jealous husbands... "Did you hear that," I asked her, but she just shook her head no and increased the pressure and speed of the already amazing blowjob. A few seconds later I had forgotten all about doors and secrets, as I was groaning and feeling my first orgasm of the night approach. In a sudden desire to seize control, I stood up -- forcing her to crawl back a little -- and grabbed her head, forcing my cock deep into her mouth. Holding her head, I fucked her face, forcing her to deep-throat me. "Ghlag! Ghaag!" she gasped every time I forced my cock down her throat, but she offered no resistance, letting me use her mouth as I pleased. "Such a slut!" I groaned while steadily increasing the speed and force of my thrusts, "letting a strange man fuck your face... in your husband's bed! Oh God, yes, such a housewife-whore!" I rambled as the orgasm finally over-powered me. Pulling my cock off her mouth, I sprayed my cum over her carefully painted face, leaving large streaks of sperm from her forehead, down her cheeks and a across her right eye down to her mouth and chin. Exhausted and spent for now, I sat back on the bed and looked at her, as she sat in front of me, her face almost covered in my cum. "Now you look like the whore you are," I told her with a smirk. "Mhm," she agreed, "I bet I do. The whore you turn me into, darling. If only my wimp husband ever had the guts to take me like you do!" Again a strange sound from the out-of-order bathroom? This time she heard it too, 'cause I noticed how she froze. When she noticed me looking from her to the door, she shrugged and smiled. "I think the window might be open or something. Now! How about a little snack while you rest and get ready again?" Coming from a slutty housewife with my cum on her face, that offer sounded mighty tempting, so I nodded and she went to fetch the snacks. I took this opportunity to leave a little reminder of my presence. I grabbed her pillow (I figured the one with all the flowers was hers...) and used it to clean my dick -- getting those last remnants of sperm off. It's always nice to feel clean, and she could lie in my cum as she slept next to her husband. Everybody wins! After I was satisfied with my cleaning-job, I put the pillow back and stripped off my clothes -- might as well get ready for round two, eh? I lay down in hubby's bed, making myself at home, while waiting to get served by my very willing hostess. Life can be good. When she came back, carrying a tray, filled with little bowls of snacks I notice that she had washed her face and redone her make-up -- which probably explained why it had taken so long... "Why didn't you wash off in there?" I asked and nodded towards the closed door that was becoming more and more a mystery to my suspicious mind. "Oh, eh..." she began "the water doesn't work in there. Something with the pipes, I think? I don't know..." She didn't sound too believable, to be honest, a little too nervous, if you know what I mean? Changing the subject she set the tray down in front of me, offering me all kinds of sweets and salty goodness. "And I have something else..." she said in her seductive voice, and with a dramatic tuck on the shoulder-straps, her entire dress fell down, leaving her wearing nothing but a pair of heels -- and her ring. This was actually the first time I saw her naked, I realised. Her skin was pale and unblemished, totally smooth all over. Her broad shoulders might have seemed odd on another woman but on this tall housewife it just added to her sexiness. Her large tits were just beginning to sag a little, just enough to let you know they were real, but not enough to mar her in anyway. Her stomach was a sexy little bulge, and her pussy was completely hairless and looked very happy to see me. Her hips were -- as I already knew -- very easy on the eye and a pleasure to behold and her thighs were smooth and strong -- they could go all night, if you know what I mean. Her little smile made promises of a wild night to come. "All of this," she declared in a loud voice and held out her arms and turned around, showing me her tight little ass that still had a fading red colour, "is for a real man!" She began to crawl into the bed to me, and I could feel my cock start to harden once again, but then... Douck! it abruptly sounded from the mysterious door, like something had been pushed hard and sudden against it. "What was that?" I wondered out loud and stood out of the bed, ignoring her vague "no, it's nothing!" and tore the door open. And out on the floor fell a heavy-set, balding, naked man. "What the hell?!" I exclaimed and looked at Jane who had gotten out of bed and stood staring into the floor without meeting my eyes, "What the hell is this?!" The man was wearing a bright-red ball-gag and his hands were locked together in cuffs that in turn were locked to a leather-collar he was wearing around his neck, like he was playing some kind of kinky sex-game. That theory was heavily supported by the fact that his cock was very hard and looked about ready to burst. Wait a second... He was wearing a wedding band. He was behind a closed door, next to the room where a housewife had brought her not-so-secret lover. A housewife who all night had taken pleasure in telling said lover how much better he was than her husband. And this man was clearly part of some depraved sex-game. "He's your husband?" I all but shouted at the naked woman. Without looking up, she nodded. "Why the fuck is he naked?!" "Well, he's kind of my, ehh... well, my sub?" she tried. "Yes, I can see that but --wait..." I suddenly interrupted myself, getting a rather ugly thought, "your sub?" She just nodded. "You're his dom, then, right?" I said, knowing a bit about the whole scene myself. Again I just got a nod in reply. "So the first night we met..." I said, feeling an anger starting to build within me, completely replacing the earlier confusion. The pieces were falling into place and the puzzle about the mystery-woman was finally solved, "the first night we met, you were looking for another one of those!?" I hissed at her and pointed at her husband who was still on the floor, more or less where he had landed when I opened the door. "Well, I thought I was dominant," she began but at that point I couldn't take anymore. Maybe I had liked her more than planned, maybe I actually had fallen for the fascinating Jane. Maybe... She was standing next to the bed. In one quick step I was next to her and I slapped her as hard as I could. She gave a little scream as my palm of my hand connected with her chin and she fell backwards into the bed. Quick as a flash I was on top of her, roughly parting her legs and letting my cock that for some reason had regained its hardness enter her still-wet cunt. "When you found out I wouldn't go for it, you brought me here to put him down?!" I yelled into her face as I drove my cock as hard into her as I could, trying to hurt and humiliate her. "Yes! Oh God yes! He- he said it would -- oh, God Yes! -- turn him on. And I knew how great a fuck you are!" she moaned, taking my assault like a cheap whore out on a date. "Shut up, slut!" I yelled into her face and grabbed her around the throat, partially cutting off the air-supply. While continuing to pump into her, I looked over my shoulder, where her dear hubby, Mr. Arnold Moore was standing on his knees, looking at me, raping his beloved wife, with huge eyes and a rock-solid hardon. "This what you wanted? Huh, wimp?" I taunted him, "See your whore of a wife finally getting some real cock!?" He didn't stop staring but nodded eagerly. "What about you, slut? Finally getting what you want?" I mocked and took my hand off her throat. "Uh-huh," she moaned in pleasure as I drove into her again and again as hard as I could, driven by a misguided desire to punish the lying tramp that was writhing beneath me. "God YEEES!" she suddenly screamed out, cumming like a bitch in heat, "soooo good!" The utter submission, the danger of not knowing how far I'd go and the complete humiliation of her and her husband must have set her on fire. Which only enraged me further, how dare she cum when I was taking my anger out on her?! Without slowing down, I slapped her left breast, striking the small, hard nipple in the process, only got get a louder moan in response. I grabbed the tit then and squeeze it hard, making her moan out again and again. This whore obviously liked pain... "What kind of slut are you?" I demanded without expecting an answer as she was clearly not hearing me, riding the waves of pleasure as she was. I wasn't entirely immune to that either, as my rage was gradually being replaced by a very pleasurable feeling, spreading through my body like wildfire. That didn't cause me to go any easier on her, oh no. The little whore had earned anything that came to her -- and on that note, a disgusting but arousing idea came to me, almost out of nowhere. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, causing her to open her mouth in a loud moan of pain and pleasure. With what must have been an evil gleam in my eyes I leaned forward and spat a large glob of spit onto her face, a good deal of it hitting her mouth. Although I had emptied my balls the very same place not too long ago, this was so much more demeaning. "Oh God," she moaned but made no effort to wipe her face, instead keeping my salvia on her face, almost like a badge of honour. Her hand shot up and caressed her nipple, tweaking and pulling the little pleasure-knob, but I grabbed a hold of her hand and pulled it over her head, using my weight to hold it down. "You filthy little slut!" I hissed at her, but for some reason felt a measure of respect for her willingness to totally debase herself. "Yes!" she agreed in a moan, "I'm your filthy slut! Use me! Ouh, so good!" The feeling of arousal was growing -- fast! "I'm gonna cum in you, you little cunt!" I added, then louder: "What do you feel about that, wimpy? Me cumming in your sexy whore of a wife? Would you like to raise my little bastards?!" Why I Love Married Women Ch. 02 Oh God, this was like the ultimate fantasy for me -- instead of claiming an unknown husband's wife, I was taking her right there in front of him! Taunting him quickly sent me towards the edge. And it certainly didn't help when he nodded with shining eyes, evidently aroused by the very thought. "Please, please, please!" the little whore under me moaned, seemingly nearing a second orgasm, "cum in me! Oh God, let me have your warm sperm!" Writhing and moaning like it was the best she'd ever experienced, she kept calling out for more. Thinking back at the naked man on the floor, maybe it was her best ever. "Argh! Here... it... comes!" I groaned as I slammed into her, one last time and sending waves of my sticky cum deep into her womb. "Oh God, cum in me, take me, make me yours! Oh yeeess! So much better than ANYTHING I've ever had!" she screamed as she too came. I collapsed atop of her, resting my head on her huge, soft tits, feeling them rise and fall with her rapid breath. It only took a moment before I came to again, getting up from the used slut. Looking down at her, I got a nasty thought: the only reason I hadn't raped her is, that you can't really rape the willing. Calming down from my erotic high, I felt kind of bad, so I decided a quick retreat was probably for the best. "I-I can't deal with this," I indicated the horny man on the floor and the fucked-out housewife on the bed with cum slowly starting to run out of her naked cunt, "now, I'm... I'm..." I never finished the sentence but turned around and walked away. The coward's way out, I know but I had a strange feeling I hadn't seen the last of this kinky couple. END PART II Author's note: As always, votes and comments are very welcome.