1 comments/ 55280 views/ 4 favorites Jersey Excursion Ch. 01 By: addicted2wife This is a story of a woman trying the bounds of her comfort zone after encouragement of her husband and a friend. * Lynn's outlook had changed over the years. Once happy and fulfilled in her marriage, after having kids she found her life not just lackluster, but lost. As a full time homemaker and stay at home mom, she likened herself to a saddled horse with different riders climbing on and off virtually every conscious moment. With her husband's business eating away more of his time and his interests turning to watching sports instead of watching her, Lynn felt worse than isolated. She felt forgotten and unloved. This had come up before, but both her and her husband's attempts at sustained intimacy waned long ago, especially after his lack of interest made it appear he wasn't attracted to her anymore. When they did have sex, it had become a brief work out for him, leaving him spent and breathless and her wishing that time back for sleep or reading. 'How could he be so big, muscular, attractive; clearly testosterone driven, and have no interest in me anymore? I'm actually still quite the looker...' she correctly romanticized staring at her heaving breasts with large areola -- nipples piqued straight out -- flat belly and freshly shaven fountainhead above her still un-birthed and virgin tight vagina. While she didn't have a choice in the matter she thought, 'everyone should go the C-section route, a look of bemusement crossing her face. The slight remaining scar from the procedures almost winking, an inviting smile luring attention lower - if only anyone were around to notice. She thought this would be a waste of time and money but had purchased some attire to heighten her natural voluptuous beauty: to stand her 5'1" frame taller and straighter, to accentuate her natural curves to call out as they had in her younger years. There was a time when Lynn could have anyone she wanted, anytime she wanted. Her build was perfectly adorned to attract and capture prey. She carried large round breasts with attentive large, dark pink nipples. Just enough hip to grab onto, as a high school girl might. Slender, sleek, the strong muscles in her arms still betrayed the "triceps wing" most of her friends complained about. Shaking their arms accentuating the sag that had developed as time will bring, admonishing the appearance of something that actually flaps on their bodies, asking, "What the hell is that? Where did that come from? Will I be able to fly in a few more years?" At 41, Lynn was still tight as a drum. She was toned and displayed an 8 pack even though she did little to work out. And for whatever reason found herself not just longing for days gone by when she could buy a boy anytime she wanted; but now finding her sex drive was building as she grew older. She had talked with her husband, Jim, about this recently. As always, he was attentive and loving and apologetic, promising he would try anything to make her happy. Assuring her she was more beautiful than the day they married, and she was the only one for him. Tonight of course, wasn't a good enough time, but it wasn't like it was the first 'not good enough time. ' This was different though. They had just had this talk. They were finally alone without the kids, in a faraway place, and instead of taking advantage of his promise he had excused himself to the bar to watch football. His fantasy team had made the playoffs. Lynn tried to ignore the heat between her legs, the small knot just below her ribs that had been gnawing all day thinking of tonight. She had been anticipating Jim's...not suggestions really...but about things he had on his mind sexually after she opened the door to this conversation. Though she had never experienced or fantasized about the kinds of things he brought up she found them intriguing. In its way it was stimulating that he thought about this unknown territory in his secret mind...and she really wanted tonight to be the night to try a new thing or two, regardless of who held the agenda. She tried to keep in mind Jim's explanation of the build-up, how delaying and giving time to tangential fantasy might create stimulation and release beyond what they've experienced previously. But Lynn had become accustomed to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it, and there was no telling when the build-up might end. 'He could be down there for 6 hours,' she thought to herself, knowing two games were on tonight and they took about 3 hours apiece. 'What's a little hot wife to do with all that time?' She went on in her head not even realizing her hands were slowly kneading her breasts, rolling and tweaking her protruding nipples. As she watched herself in the mirror her right hand slid slowly down her belly, coming to rest over her mons. She began to lightly stroke up and down over the soft flesh, for the first time appreciating for herself the look and feel of how young and fresh her newly bared area felt. 'Maybe I can't pass as a high school girl anymore,' she thought, 'But with a little makeup and the right clothes I could easily bring off a 20 something.' After all, she was carded all the time to see if she was old enough to enter certain venues. This thought heightened her arousal and she watched as two fingers slipped lower, making a V over her clit and spreading her folds. It was then she realized how wet she was, almost dripping. And hot. The heat from her loin radiated, warming her hand which set off a chain reaction. It rose slowly, throbbing up her arm and into her shoulder, curving down her torso - meeting the same sensation that had begun climbing up her belly at the same rate -- meeting just there -- at that knot just below her chest, at the top center of her stomach. She was becoming even more aroused and had to make a decision then and there. She could finger herself to let off the tension and wait to see if her husband had any desire to give her more when he finally came back, or try to get out for some other kind...the kind she used to receive as easily as flipping a coin. But that was not without its dangers. She was basically stranded at this New Jersey hotel in the dead of winter once again. She didn't have much choice to leave as this would greatly disturb Jim once he discovered it. She also couldn't get dolled up and start flirting with the bar crowd in the lobby. No doubt she would receive whatever she wanted, but Jim was down there and, given his nose, he would run across her flirting in her effort to satisfy the same thing he said he felt was lacking in their relationship, spice. It wasn't that she had any desire to cheat; she just wanted to feel wanted and sexy. Her bad girl underneath, buried for so long, to be sniffed out and chased. It had almost become a matter of amusement to her that her otherwise perceptive husband had never detected this darker side of her, at least that he let on. Lynn decided on a compromise made easier by her husband's jaunts and suggestions on this subject. She could spice things up on her own. Find a more public place in this hauntingly quiet hotel to further her body's clear, expectant and wanting ambitions. Much to her surprise, in their recent discussions, Jim had confessed that it turned him on to think of her more openly displayed in public. He simply stated that she was a really hot "MILF" and that having other men desire her charms set off a spark in him...that he would like to see other men pining after his beloved and sexy wife. He went on to describe experiences in which he indulged that invited such voyeurism, safe but still with inviting possibilities, sometimes of being caught. In his travels there were times he would masturbate in front of a window, or on a balcony, sometimes with people close enough he could make out their conversations. But, he qualified, in his thoughts Lynn was always there with him. While he couldn't explain exactly why, he made a point of the extra charge that brought. He suggested there was nothing wrong with heightening an experience this way, that it may not be for everyone, including Lynn, but a little danger, if only perceived, can heighten the experience. Lynn went to her case and dug under the usual rigmarole pulling out her new surprise. She had plenty of sexy lingerie but bypassed all of that for the boots that arrived last week. As she pulled out the red, thigh high, faux suede 5" stilettos she remembered the only time she had tried them on -- the day they arrived. The kids were in school and husband at work. She was surprised at how they felt and looked. They were tight at the ankles and calves and loosened higher. They perfectly matched the ruby lipstick that accentuated her plump lips, not that she remembered why she had put that on after the package arrived. The material that rose above her knees brushed across her skin. It gave the feeling she was wearing pants that were pulled down over her thighs, without constricting the movement, especially the opening of her legs as other attire would. She was nude except for the new "fuck me" boots and lipstick. Before she knew it she was arch backed on the bed, admiring the slenderizing and lengthening affect the boots gave. She was shoving a vibrator inside her fast paced, remembering how easy it was to get a young, fat cock between those legs many years ago. Indeed, sometimes so hurried the clothes didn't come off, just bunched up or down enough to... Bam. Lynn shuddered at the recollection, not helping matters any. She needed to get on with the plan or just have at herself and get it over with. But she did notice this: over the last 30 minutes as she held off bringing on climax, the knot was growing bigger. Her dampness had not waned - she was forming a spot on the chair in front of her suitcase. And her longing for release was increasing. 'Maybe this is worth trying,' she thought. 'But I can't leave the room in lipstick and fuck me boots and I'm in no mood to lose this feeling spending an hour deliberating on clothes to sneak out in. Where can I go anyway?' Lynn and Jim frequented this hotel every year over Christmas. There had to be 200 rooms but this time of year there were rarely more than 10 occupied. They always got a great deal, the reason they could afford a $200/night hotel for a whole week. "I'll just find a place close so I can get back here quick," she ruminated out loud, noticing the hand cupping her crotch was now collecting the drops of nectar escaping her. In executive fashion she proceeded at rapid pace. She tore open a new container of black panty hose; nothing fancy, but enough to keep the tops of her legs left exposed by the boots warm for a short jaunt out into the drafty halls. No need for panties her mind told her. No time for panties her wet pussy added. The hose felt snug and warm as she quickly pulled them up over her legs and hips, snapping the waist band close to her navel. Lynn had gone out in "less than appropriate regalia" in the old days. Leaving easy access and unobstructed views in certain ways. This gave her suitor a glimpse or brushed feel but she would recoil nonchalantly and immediately, forcing him to salivate over what opportunity he may or may not have in the near future. That was the best. Making him crave it, dance for it, buckle for it. If her chosen toy would merely do that, it would make her so hot she would almost always give in. Even if he were stubborn, taking notice but then taking control of her inadequately veiled efforts at being hard to get, sometimes that was even better. But if he battled, playing the same role tit for tat, screw that. Mind games. Next! Passing off this hypocrisy as a woman's prerogative, Lynn hated mind games and "next" was only a hello away if she wanted it back then. The boots went on directly over the hose. In a hurry she grabbed her husband's leather jacket which dwarfed her. He'd left it not needing it to go watch football. It was soft and warm inside, the outside leather supple after 20 years of breaking in. As she stroked her breasts again from over the coat she noticed, as luck would have it, it came down to almost where her new boots ended when she stood upright. She quickly traced her eyes with heavy eyeliner noting that with the red pliable lipstick she could easily be on the hunt, prey falling at her feet within the half hour. With that she grabbed her key and made out of the room. Sans consideration she followed the path a friend once told her about for such secluded but public self relief -- if one is feeling randy - the stairwell. Lynn honestly had no idea that her best girlfriend, Suzie, would chime in on her husband's side after relaying what he had mentioned. She rather expected Suzie to enjoin in a behind the scenes reprimand Lynn had concocted after hearing the ridiculous notion of outing herself for a thrill. In real time and retrospect, Suzie was excited by what her husband spoke of. She not only agreed, but gave several examples of her own; including manipulating herself aside walking paths in the woods, slow amusement park float rides, and even in an alley behind a porn shop...almost hoping to be caught and used in her obvious situation by some derelict appearing from the store. Lynn was aghast at hearing Suzie's confessional. She could hardly believe her ears. Was her friend a slut wanting to be taken by strangers in alleyways? Suzie assured her it was just fantasy, but she wouldn't mind her husband finding her like that sometime. "But then again," she added, "if my husband were OK with it and no one were the wiser..." Later Lynn found herself thinking of her husband's general suggestion, pondering her friend's specific fantasies, and rubbing her pussy harder and faster than she ever had, resulting in a release stronger than she had ever felt. Her mind glimpsing this memory she re-focused on the task at hand...making it down the hall to the stairwell. Her sharp heels were silent on the carpeted hall. Unused to this kind of shoe she dragged a hand along the wall in case she stumbled. She went a little slower than usual and did not falter. In the hundred feet or so she started to feel her body studded upright and out. Her nipples were lightly rubbing against the soft lining of her husband's coat. They were rock hard with the combination of cool hall air and thinking of what she just had. Her pussy had not stopped crying, moistening her new panty hose. Out of all her ruminations Suzie had explained nobody goes in stairwells anymore except kids and security making their rounds. They don't put cameras in there because it it's an expense without reason -- anything they mount shows whoever is coming out or going in...if they even have those in the halls and most hotels don't. Well, this would be the perfect place and time of year for that. There are no kids on the 4th and top floor in the smoking wing. In fact there is only one other room occupied down the hall and this place doesn't even have internal security. Lynn had not told Jim about everything Suzie had said, but she did mention unused stairwells and Jim had no objection conceptually. He suggested they get together in one sometime. "Sometime." That was a word Lynn had grown to hate. From their conversation about what was to happen tonight, Lynn knew this thought impossible, but wished she would enter the stairs to find Jim waiting there for her. Lynn had to use all her weight to open the solid steel door to the stairs. There was a small balcony and it was dead silent aside from a low hum emanating from the hotel. A little better lit than she would have liked but still kind of dim, a calming luminescence to the eye. Thin blue carpet covered the 6 X 10 landing beyond the door. A fire extinguisher was mounted on the wall, a curtain drawn over the winter dark windows facing the parking lot, and no cameras anywhere. It was colder in here, not receiving direct heat, the hotel center three wings away. No one ever used these things anyway so it made sense the hotel wouldn't pay to heat them. Her nipples tightened even more with the draft upcoming beneath the over sized coat. But the change in climate was more than manageable. Her high suede boots, hose and heavy coat were far more than necessary to withstand a 65 degree stairwell. She could probably play in the snow with this outfit as long as she didn't get wet underneath the jacket. Then she noticed the rail. It started affixed to the brick wall on the left, encasing the landing and winded down the stairs to the right. She hadn't thought of this but having something to hold onto in heels that raised her height so, something that would take time to learn to balance in, would come in handy. Now comfortable she was in public without being in the public eye, she forwarded to the rail told her mind not to think. She grabbed the rail with her left hand and glazed each nipple with her other palm under the coat. They were so hard they were almost rough to the touch. So sensitive her light caresses were almost painful. She could feel the heat being trapped and immediately cooled in the nylon between her legs, sending waves of alternating sensations directly to the now melon sized clench in her belly. As her right hand slid down to the top of the pantyhose, she thought perhaps she should have brought a toy with her. 'Maybe next time,' she thought. Suzie didn't mention bringing a toy anyway. She rested her left forearm perpendicular on top of the rail and rested her head on it. Bent over like this, her legs automatically straightened and spread, as if her pussy was sending silent orders without her consent. Her other hand worked beneath the waist band of her hose. With the heels jacking her legs up - this position was ideal. The lightly echoing hum of the hotel became hypnotic as Lynn relaxed into her stance. Within seconds her hand was slowly rubbing over her engorged folds. 'You're teasing me,' she thought, imagining a faceless, vulnerable youngster - just drawn from his pack, into this vacant place. Her hips began to sway...she was using the heels like swing levers. Just as a slight moan escaped her lips the door only a few feet behind her sprung open drawing a gust of chilled, stagnating air up the well. It quickly swathed her warm body, filling her dangling jacket and flowing over the now wet hose, the only thing covering her precious delights that she herself decided to display in this way. The door slammed shut on its tense hinges and Lynn froze. She could feel someone behind her, but was comforted that from behind, the coat covered what she was doing. Lynn went silent and formulated the quickest of plans to be quiet and feign illness if a word was spoken. Hopefully the interloper would move down the stairs and she could dart back to her room. To be continued... Jersey Excursion Ch. 02 Chapter 2 -- Lynn is caught How Lynn wound up in this situation is worth noting in Ch. 1. ------------------------------------- "Well, well, well," a thick, brogue English accent bellowed, echoing down the stairs. "What do we have here?" Lynn was already startled by the interruption, but the brash and loud voice nearly sent her into a state of panic. Lynn said nothing, remaining motionless. She heard a shifting behind her and then silence; soon followed by another invitation of response: "What's a hot little thing like you doing bent over the rail on the stairs...all by herself...Hmmm?" Remembering her plan Lynn started, "I've just walked up and am not feeling well. "Think I have the stomach flu," she added, hoping this would be enough to scare off further interaction. "I'll be off to my room in just a moment. I'm OK, thanks for asking," Lynn mumbled, in her mind the conclusion of the interchange all but certain. But the man did not go. There was another shifting noise and then a pause. The "interchange," as she was about to find out, was far from over. The voice continued, "From where I'm sitting you've a funny place for your hands... 'avin the flu and all." The tone was not playful, it was diagnostic. Lynn was exasperated; she peeked down between the red V formed by the boots. 'Oh my god,' she thought to herself, seeing the chest down image of a large man crouched only inches behind her, centered in the frame of what she couldn't deny were her seductively spread legs. She realized how she must look. In reality her attire was common in Jersey Land...there were women young and old in tights, tall spike heeled boots, and long jackets all over the place. So this attire could fit in easily...as long as nobody knew there was nothing under the coat, AND you weren't caught frigging yourself over a rail on the stairs. She could make out the man was wearing a sweat suit. His chiseled body hardly hidden underneath the flexible fabric pulled tightly against his thighs, chest, and crotch. She sighed, unable to disregard the noticeably large bulge there, the only thing stopping her from turning around to see his face. Lynn also couldn't help but notice the insignia of her favorite Football team on the jacket, Chelsea. She remembered the team was playing exhibition in the North East U.S over the holidays. 'Is it possible?' she thought to herself. 'Is this one of the young players on my favorite team?' She didn't have much time to ponder this. Without intent her view refocused on her posture, her hand resting between her legs pressing out her translucent hose in bas-relief. The fabric so tight it accentuated the fact her fingers were attending her vulva. Not to mention the oversized coat was hanging low in the front and he undoubtedly was getting an eye full - not just of her sodden spread, but also of her exposed breasts underneath. Lynn went silent clenching her eyes shut in embarrassment. She wanted to run down the stairs, turn and kick the intruder, flee to her room, anything to be from this place...this horrible and stupid escapade. But before she could get her body to move he was on her. "'And those are some nice big tits you have hanging there my little lamb," he said as he took the opportunity to stick his arm up the coat and squeeze her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. Lynn didn't know what was happening. Her brain was screaming for her to run, but the second the intruder touched her the knot in her stomach screamed for release. The thought that this was a handsome and fit young star she watched on overseas television not helping quell the feeling. "Ahhhh...cheers little girl," the voice went on, softer now. "These suck me's are so hard they'll cut diamonds, yah?" he chuckled, squeezing harder now, roughly rubbing with his palms pushing Lynn's breasts into her chest. Lynn knew she should be saying something to halt this, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth. She was trying so hard to inject an intervention, knowing the hormone ridden athlete would take her silence and immobility as a green light to continue. And that's just what he did. With his available hand he pressed on the crotch of her tights, directly over her stilled hand underneath. He lightly pressed her fingers against and into her slit. He rubbed up and down at a slow, deliberate pace. As Lynn realized she had been holding her breath for the last minute, another moan escaped her lips. She started to protest her own vocalization: "Mmmmm...gasp...it's time for me to go..." but the intruder interrupted, "I think I know what the problem is miss, I'll have ya fixed up in a jif, yah," he urged definitively as a garage mechanic knowing the easy solve might. Lynn felt her body slump as she exhaled deeply. Her mind still resisted the thought of what was playing out, but her body sank back to the intense thought of Suzie's story of being used in an alleyway -- then sank deeper. Rushing back seventy thousand days ago; when as a young woman she herself imagined being surprised, ravished...taken. He grabbed her right wrist and withdrew her hand from its warm mantle. As it was pulled free into the air it chilled quickly, soaked with Lynn's fluids. The stranger pulled her arm up and behind her, making an unseen show of drawing the scent from her palm. She could feel the wafts of air generated by his deep inhalations. Her hand had to be just in front of his face. In this position Lynn was immobilized and now getting scared. The stranger began licking her palm and fingers occasionally emanating "mmms," and low growls, obviously pleased with her smell and taste. Lynn battled with the fact this was relaxing her. Enticing her in its way. His acceptance, more accurately his obvious hunger for her, was just what the doctor ordered for the 'lack of desirability' disorder she had been experiencing with her husband. Satisfied he had captured every drop she held, he pushed her hand up next to her head, placing it on the cold rail and wrapping her fingers around it. Noticing no resistance he encouraged, "That's perfect little miss...just relax and do as I say and I'm sure you'll find the procedure not entirely unpleasant." Then he grabbed her hair in a mussed, temporary pony tail and lifted gently, using his left hand to pull her cushioning arm from underneath Lynn's head and placing her other hand on the rail in the same way. This left the affect of Lynn's throat over the rail between her hands, her legs still spread, her scarlet boots signaling, demanding, to take what lay just above. The only thought making it through her mind at this point was to thank God she had at least worn the hose. But she was again distracted by the sensation of the boot tops rubbing across her thighs. This half dressed feeling kept the fire in her burning like she was being wantonly ravished in the back seat of a car as a teenager. Part of her wanted this desire extinguished immediately. But the thought of being craved beyond control by a literally perfect young stranger trickled and lingered like sweet molasses, and she felt her senses heightening even more. He spoke again. "That's a nice ring, a big rock on your finger. You looking for a little thrill whilst the hubby's off at play are ya?" He asked in a straight tone. Lynn was shocked, for the first time aware his moving her left hand from under her head revealed her status. And his words...they were the very thought she'd had earlier. But, as the good wife, she had decided to play it out harmlessly and alone as both her husband and friend suggested. She was unable to respond. The man pressed closer and his tone became slightly amused. "Simple questions deserve simple answers then, my tawdry MISSSSESSS..." he said with a quiet laugh, drawing out the word that tagged her, further sensationalizing what was happening here. Lynn couldn't breathe, let alone answer. "Have it your way then," he said, putting his left hand on the back of her neck and holding it hovering over the rail, her hands equally pinned and grasping it with this simple and light constraint. Lynn could tell this specimen of a man was hardly showing his true strength, yet she may as well have been in a stockade. With his right hand he lifted the coat such that her ass and pussy were in the open covered only by the sheer hose. Her legs were still spread, nether regions hoisted up by the boots, directly in front of him. There was no delay, a hard slap stung Lynn's left ass cheek, then her right, and then two more in quick succession on each side. The slaps weren't light and loving. They were sharp and quick and they stung, heating up her backside that had started to cool without cover of the coat. "Mmmph, mmmph, oh, mmmmph, stop, mmmph" was all she could get out during the series of strikes. "Right then," came the voice as he softly caressed her fiery buttocks she suddenly realized would be reddened by his infliction. 'Oh fuck,' she thought, 'how am I going to explain this...' But there was not time for more of that thought train. His hand quickly scooped between her legs where he paused, "This little married cunt is so wet your stockings are dripping. Such a shame to soil a new set, luv. We'll just have to do something about that," he finished as she felt his hand slide slowly and deliberately upwards through the crevice of her displayed bottom, away from her swelling slit, then removing it altogether. Lynn heard a clicking sound but didn't recognize it. She opened her eyes and peered down the stairwell, able to see the three flights directly below her. It was silent, vacant...and the hum of the hotel began to lull her again in this brief moment. "You stay just like that Misses, I've got just the medicine you need for that upset stomach. So hold still, if you let go of that rail before I tell you I'll make that round little ass even redder than it already is. Understand?" Lynn kept staring down the well, struggling to decipher what this stranger was trying to tell her until, SMACK SMACK, two more blows directly on her ass. As she recoiled his hand pressed slightly harder on her neck, grasping her hair in the process. "Understand?" he reiterated more sternly. She closed her eyes again and whimpered, "Yes." "Good little tart," she heard him say under his breath. As the knave removed his hand from her neck she suddenly felt a tug between her legs. This pull was not on her person but on the crotch of her panty hose. He was pulling down sharply at the apex between her legs. This was a clumsy and awkward way to try to remove the hose. Knowing there was no way it would work Lynn began to feel some relief that this youngster had no idea what he was doing, that she would be able to get herself out of this predicament now. But she didn't have time to assert herself. The tugging created a vacuum that drew the cold air in, swishing round her erect clit and swollen labia. Lynn tried to stand upright with this stimulation, her belly knot tightening and her clit quivering in the rush of cold air. "No..." she started to say lifting up slightly; but the hand returned to her neck pressing down with equal force halting her ascent. The hose snapped back against her clit and engorged lips without warning sending an intense jolt through her entire body. It beckoned something into reality she could neither believe nor deny. A small climax rippled through her belly and torso, making her arms and legs shake. "Ohhhh," came from her now open mouth...."oh no, oh noooooooo...," then SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK -- the alternating blows even sharper this time, surely leaving outlines of his spread fingers. Lynn grunted with each blow and relented. "You don't follow instruction too well yet my little vixen. Stay still. Almost done on this part." Lynne buckled under his hand and froze again. He pulled the crotch of the hose away as before and she could feel the warmth escaping her opening, in the small area of nylon separated from her skin. Then she heard it. SNIP...SNIP...SNIP... SNIP, as the crotch and backside was cut away from her panty hose. Without delay she felt a cold face inside her legs. It was not gentle or soothing or kind. It was deliberate as a dog would be cleaning out a dish. He sniffed and growled as he had cleaning her hand. But it was louder now, more intent. He ran a long, smooth tongue from atop her clit and over, tracing backward deeply through her folds, and then upward, pausing to probe her secret star. Lynn's brain was now getting in on the act. It suggested resistance wasn't really an option, the better tack would be to just get this over with. After all - she wasn't cheating, she was being forced...and so far it wasn't too bad an experience. As his tongue repeated the journey several more times her tensed body pushed her sex out further, her knot tightened again. Her pussy, now boiling for real release, responded dutifully and unmercifully; almost gushing more fluid onto the strangers lashing tongue. Lynn began moaning and whimpering. She didn't mean to, but she couldn't stop herself. Her hands were no longer content to just steady her display, but trying to rock her holes closer to the stranger's mouth. This did not go unnoticed. Using both hands on her ass he spread her sex wide. Now his tongue had full access to every corner and crevice, her clit dangling completely unshielded. As he thoroughly bathed and flickered each part of her in unpredictable order he moaned and hummed into her sweet flesh. Lynn was now sobbing quietly, "Please, yes. Yes, oh please, yes." The rogue picked up his pace feeling the impending climax. As Lynn began to quiver, soft "ohhhs" and "ummms" escaped her. As they became louder, the visiting Chelsea player could feel her letting go -- no longer trying to hide her reaction - strongly forcing her sex into his face. Feeling her on the verge he abruptly halted his action...taking her breath away. "NO NO NO!" cried Lynn, humping at the chilled air, almost reaching back to pull his head to her but remembering she already had enough crimson to hide. "No what then, strumpet?" The scoundrel replied. Lynn couldn't stop now. She was so close. Quick flashing so many memories of having her way in this situation, no longer caring if the stranger caught on to her desire. Her husband had left her in this state, encouraging her, after all, to put herself in such a situation. "Don't stop...I need it. I NEED it," she whimpered, trying to hush her words. "What is it you need then, my sweet married tart?" That word , "married" stopped her - but as if this maniac spent his life on staircases for just such opportunities he flicked her clit rapidly back and forth with his hot tongue, asking again, "What do you need my naughty girl?" Lynn's feet were almost jumping off her platform shoes. Her brain lingered for a moment on her husband, but her body and mouth, now fully betraying her, had other ideas. "I need to cum!" Please, let me cum!!!" In less than an instant she felt the stranger rise, his hand again on the back of her neck, his other pushing his sweat pants down to his knees. The hot skin atop a rigid cock rubbed against her perineum, spreading dewy cream in the small space between Lynn's opening and the entry to her forbidden zone. In slow motion he moved forward, slowly slicing her. His shaft forced her folds open and now maintained constant contact against the rim of her hole, her most private and sensitive area. He was deliberately coating his long member with her flowing juices. His crown flickered back, forth, aside and over her bud fully released by its hood, already on the verge of exploding. The intensity the young man was building was too much. "OH FUCK!" Lynn exclaimed. "As you would 'ave it, MISSES," he responded with almost polite indifference - though dragging out and emphasizing the last word. It began. The stranger poised his throbbing cock to her upturned crevice positioned perfectly by her heeled boots. His cock was leaking warm precum that added to her own inviting flow. He slowly inserted himself, as a carefully as a full bee in honeysuckle. Not stroking. Not pounding. Slowly and gently pushing in with purpose. Centimeter by centimeter he entered for what seemed several minutes...until finally his full length was buried inside her. Lynn could feel the pulsing head reaching in, past her cervix, into or beside her womb - she couldn't tell - but his throbbing helmet was exactly where her knot lay, and at least 4 inches around. His balls nestling under Lynn's clit, his pelvis shifting slightly left to right and back, his iron stomach pressed against her ass -- as her fuck me boots displayed her stretched and stuffed gash in front of him. His palm cupped the underside of her neck now, gently lifting upward. Lynn's entire body started a mesmerizing vibration, she was cumming. But never like this before, motionless in a cold, unnatural, out of control place. Time stopped. Lynn stood captured, handled by her throat, impaled on his lingering meat. She had never felt such intensity. Maybe it was the shame, guilt, or helplessness. Whatever it was, she had never felt such fire within. As her mind tried to remind this was only supposed to be fantasy, Lynn's body contorted. She arched her back as if trying to touch the floor with her belly and the ceiling with her ass. She heard the words, "Oh God...Oh Fuck yes...Oh please fuck it..." echo in the stair well, without the slightest recognition those words and accompanying cries and grunts were her own. Her brain was no longer willing to come up with rationale or excuse -- her mouth flowing lust, the only feeling left in her. Her eyes screwed shut, her pussy contracting -- releasing -- and contracting again on this large, velvety cock similar to her husband's, but doing such different things. The underlying buzz of the hotel seemed to grow louder and stronger, coinciding with her orgasm that was already happening yet somehow still building inside her. The stranger slowly withdrew leaving her empty and craving when he asked it, "Just a big ringed little slut needing a proper fucking...yah?" Lynn, zapped back into reality at just the wrong time gasped at being called a slut. And gasped again the next instant, internalizing she couldn't argue the point in the situation she had put herself in. But she tried... "I'm ...not... a...slut," she offered meekly, but still breathing so hard the words had pause between them. Unconvinced by them herself, Lynn thought it should be Suzie here, not her. But it was far too late to impress an alternative explanation to the opinionated young man. "Then we'll stop then, shall we?" No answer. "Right!" He struck. His soft touch evaporated. His hand fled her throat and grabbed the hair on the back of her head jerking up. He began pushing and pulling with flurry; in and out of her spasming hole from tip to hilt. He pushed down on her head until Lynn's throat made contact with the rail. Then he removed his hand from her neck and with both wrenched the coat over her head turning it inside out, casting it over the balcony rail. Lynn's arms, still in the sleeves, captured the coat in that position. The weight of her husband's heavy leather jacket created the feeling of being lightly choked by the rail. Her head was now encased in darkness with a metal bar pressed across her throat. Without sight what was happening came into clearer focus though her other senses. Her pendulous breasts thrust forth and back so fast the momentum was opposite her young hammer's direction. This juxtaposed movement created too much sensation for her mind to handle. The air circulating around her stimulated every centimeter of exposed skin, she was imploding with the intensity, breathlessly silent, near to passing out. Jersey Excursion Ch. 02 As if to control the motion and effect he grabbed a tit in each hand, mauling the supple globes and squeezing her nipples so hard they too would now be reddened. The intense pressure on her sensitive nubs brought her back from near catatonia. But even knowing his squeeze too hard, surely marking her for days, the stinging ran a straight line down to her clit. It tried to retreat beneath its hood for protection, but it still received short chilled blasts of air top and bottom as the distending member slammed in and out, and was back ended by the subtle pain shooting from her breasts. He methodically pounded into her tight pussy as if he knew exactly the pace her tiny violin craved. And it responded. It was singing within her, flooding to ease more intrusion, her own wantonness dripping down her thighs. Lynn saw herself as she was cast in a dark theatre. On the screen her thighs, pussy, ass, and torso fully exposed - bent over and being used by a young, hardened man behind her. The height of the shot never showing anything above his shoulders, only a tout and muscled body, with an enormous projection extending from between his legs. But in the width of the frame, her arms and head shown captured against the rail by the out-turned coat, the audience knowing inside she was being choked over the unyielding metal. Within seconds Lynn was unable to contain herself. A massive extended orgasm unleashed from a place she'd never felt before. She was pushing back against him. Bucking like a harmonized filly, a constant droning emanating from her. "nnnaaahhh, NNNaaahhh, NNNAAAhhh, NNNAAAHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH," escaping her lips, getting louder with each thrust. All the while her mind was screaming 'Fuck me. Just like that. Right there, right there. Fuck me harder right there! Fuck me!' As if he could read her thoughts the stranger withdrew completely. Lynn almost crumpled to the floor without his strength and intrusion no longer holding her up. He demanded loudly, "Now tell me my little slut, what do you want me to do with this tiny married pussy?!" Without delay, as if Suzie had taken control of her mind, she cried back what her mind was screaming, "Please don't stop! Fuck my little pussy right there! Fuck my pussy so good and deep!!" He immediately resumed at the same pace, his cock somehow even bigger now, seeming to penetrate into her stomach. Lynn began writhing and moaning, lifted again by his strong body and tether. "How about I fill this tight little snatch with my lava...little wench?" the captor asked as if the question had already been answered. Lynn couldn't stop her bucking, her orgasm tilted even more with this notion. She wanted to protest, to call out no, to beg the intruder not to fill her with his cum. She was fertile, and couldn't bear the thought of having to explain a pregnancy to her vasectomized husband. But her mouth continued to betray her as the rest of her body had been for the last 15 minutes. It said nothing. It only grunted. Calling out sporadic "Yesses," and "Fuck mes" as he continued his pounding, now increasing in speed, taking her over one edge and then another. "I've an idea," he went on, his breath barely quickened from his forceful efforts... "Lets you take this married cunt back to your husband nice and full. Make him suck my mess out of you to get you ready...what he gets for leaving a hot wife like you all alone!" Inside Lynn dismissed these suggestions as idiocy. But outside she could do nothing but try to stifle her howls. The confusion of why she was climaxing this way, with a strange foreigner couldn't even come to the front of her mind. All she knew was the more he ravished her pussy and talked like this - the harder she was cumming. Lynn could feel the slender and strong young body starting to force itself even deeper inside her. But she was helpless to do anything other than respond by thrusting back. She was seeing stars now, beneath the dark overlay of the coat roughly pulled over her head before. "Tell me to fill this tight little pussy, and maybe I'll let you be my little slut whilst I'm here." Lynn had not been insulted in such a way since college. Her brain angered, and formulated a response: in short wanting to tell the wanker to go fuck himself "whilst he was here." When the words left her, however, they were different than those in her head. She was now far, far outside of herself. "Are you going to fill my little pussy with your cum? Is that what you are going to do? Are you going to give it to your little slut's pussy? Make her take your load back to her husband? You need to cum in a tight little pussy, don't you?!?!" With that the stranger stiffened and pumped with everything he had in his trained nimble body. He pummeled her at a pace incomprehensible, as a piston at 200 kilometers an hour. It was all she could do to hold on to the rail. They both grunted through a barrage of thrusts. Lynn was seeing distorted images dancing on the black backs of her closed eyelids. She could hear nothing. She felt neither cold nor heat, just the delicious stabbing between her legs. Then the huge member swelling even more... "Ungh, ungh, that's a sweet little cunt....ungh...giving this big cock a good milking...ungh?" As soon as the stranger described her pussy milking him, Lynn lost every inhibition. She could feel her inner sanctum pulsing and contracting around him, his trunk so large the walls unable to fulfill their desired contraction. She was mewing in the stair well, begging him to fill her, delivering her satisfaction at being his toy...whenever...however...he wanted her. "Please take me whilst you're here," she called out. "I'm for your beckoning, your reckoning...just please keep filling me with your fat cock and cream!" At that second she felt him spasm wave after wave as her little cavern was cemented with his calling. He seemed to be spraying a pint of his warm fluid inside her. While holding his last emptying thrust within he raucously blurted, "Hubby's one of the dim witted yanks watching moron American football right now...yah? Well, here's how you play football and given your desire to catch a ball you're a right fine goalie!" Then, as quickly as he began he pulled out. Lynn, still shaking from a the cascading climax that left her numb, exploded with another as the man pulled his suit up with one hand and flicked her clit hard with the other a few times. She shook in the aftershock of his unexpected final rough handling for the eveining. "Was a good warmup Misses, you might make the team if you play your cards right," he continued like a coach. "Second try out tomorrow at 8 off the walking trail, behind the storage units at the far lot. Dress warmly with lots of lipstick. Don't be late." As Lynn tried to recapture her breath a whoosh of warmer air from the door opening ran over her body, directly on and over every aspect of her exposed womanhood, giving another shudder shock just as her orgasm was beginning to wane. "When in those boots you're mine luv, wear 'em while hubby enjoys my mess," she heard trail off as the door slammed shut leaving her finally alone. She released her hands from the rail and pulled the coat back down. She stood up and listened. Nothing. She knew she needed to get back to the room but first needed to get her breath back. For some reason she looked for the crotch of her hose on the landing. She spent several minutes examining the floor, the stairs, and eventually peering down to see if they had been discarded over the rail to the flights below. As her search continued her senses began to return. The ruffian had taken the piece of garment with him. And what did it matter, why was she looking for it anyway? It's not like she can sew them back together. Lynn took a minute to collect herself and flatten down her tousled hair. Checking and double checking that the coat covered anything someone might see upon her return to her room. Standing upright she began feeling the large deposit inside her succumb to gravity. She cinched her labia hoping to keep anything from escaping on her short journey. The last thing she wanted was his sticky plasma sliding down her hose and into her boots in her short journey back to the room. 'If anyone sees me they'll know what I've done,' crossed her mind. 'And what I am!' followed suit. Lynn decided she needed to get out of here right now and go to the safety of her room, she could figure out what she needed to do then. Satisfied she was covered and presentable as best she could manage, she exited the stair case. Her steps back to the room were careful but quick. She didn't seek assistance from the hall wall. Apparently the exercise had increased muscle memory to the point she almost felt comfortable balancing in the formerly precarious shoes. Tired as she was, her legs and feet felt stretched and limber. As she made her way on the short jaunt she thought about her instructions from Chelsea. She thought about the insinuation of her described roster slot, "Goalie Slut." She thought about the player/coach's suggestion as to what to do with his cum tonight; and about the next "tryout." The absurdity and madness of these directions were ridiculous, but the intensity of her lust visualizing acting on any such direction made her clit pulse again. She did all she could to inhibit the escape of the stranger's flow until she could get back to the room. Thank God she would have several hours before Jim returned. --------------------------- Votes and comments welcome. Jersey Excursion Ch. 03 Chapter 3 – Lynn is caught again Spoiler alert – read Chapters 1&2 first. I'm nothing if not good for a surprise. -------------------------------------- Within a minute Lynn was listening quietly outside the hotel room door. As Jim had only left about an hour and a half before she wasn't surprised by the quieted room. If he were inside he would certainly have the TV blaring the stupid football game. It would probably be hours before he returned. She keyed and slowly opened the door. Everything was just as left and she hurried inside with a plan to tuck the boots back, discard the soaked and ruined attire, have a quick shower and clean out the mess created during the encounter. Then a change into loose PJs and a book to finish the eve seemed fitting as it would broadcast to Jim she wasn't interested in anything else tonight. She smiled to herself considering an hour earlier, "nothing" was the last thing she wanted to happen with her husband, Jim, tonight. Now, after what just happened, nothing was the only thing she wanted. She knew this wasn't exactly the plan but hoped he would understand. He was otherwise occupied and entertained for tonight. That should be enough. As the relief of being alone hit her she couldn't help but recall how intense what just happened was. Outside revivifying she focused best she could on what needed to be done in the aftermath of this strange new reality. First Lynn needed to get clean. While her mind spun and tingled with the thought of an unseen stranger filling her completely in so many ways, she was glad for not having his essence dripping down her legs into her new boots as she returned. She closed the door and stepped towards the bathroom when she felt a hand cover her mouth from behind. Not knowing if she would find the stranger or her husband behind her she wordlessly gasped...and then heard her husband's voice, "Nice boots. So what have we been up to my little tart?" Lynn felt the knot in her stomach quite differently now. Fuck me boots. Panty hose sheared at the crotch. Her husband's coat. Her stretched pussy beginning to leak its cargo. He'd never seen her anything like this. "Ummph," she said underneath his hand as he removed it. In her mind Lynn was still concocting how she might get this evening over with... "Please let me get cleaned up and then I'll tell you where I was..." she started. Jim quickly spun her around and backed her up to the bed. "I don't think you need to get cleaned up to tell me that. Besides, I came earlier. I was thinking of trying what we talked about. When you weren't here I walked down the hall to see if you went to get ice or something." Lynn grasped on to what Jim said as if he was offering an alibi. But not having anything to show for a trip to get ice she corrected confidently – almost as if she had been in a situation as this many times before, "I went to the gift shop for a magazine but they didn't have anything I was interested in." Jim glared at her for a second, looking her up and down as she stood in front of the bed drawing the coat tightly to her with both hands. "From the way you are flushed I'd say you found SOMETHING you were interested in...Lynn...you wanna tell me what is going on?" Lynn knew this tone of voice. It was how he sounded anytime he knew more than he was letting on. She also knew that her attire screamed she hadn't been where she said. "OK honey, if you must know I took your and Suzie's suggestion. I went out for a little fun by myself and now I need to get cleaned up." "Oh," retorted Jim with a snort. "I kind of thought that might be it," he finished but seemed more angry than enlivened she had actually done such a thing. Lynn was surprised. Jim had seemed sincere in his recommendation, even encouraging that pleasuring herself in a semi-public setting was something he wanted her to do. She never expected him to be upset. "Didn't I do what you wanted?" she asked innocently. "Aren't you glad I challenged my comfort zone?" Lynn was concerned and puzzled by Jim's blank expression, and began to worry there may be a psychological implication of what was occurring tonight, even though this very thing had been discussed at length in preceding months. 'He wanted me to play with myself in the stairwell...and then,' her thoughts were curtly halted. "What I wanted was for you to put yourself in a new situation. I was kind of hoping that was what you were doing as I made my way to the opposite end of the hall after not finding you in vending," Jim stated factually. 'Oh shit,' Lynn thought to herself. 'Is my husband snapping right in front of me?' "Of course," Jim went on, "I didn't want to interrupt you if you found a special spot. So it is a good thing the stair doors have little windows, otherwise I may have embarrassed you." Lynn slumped saddened on the bed. But she didn't start crying. She started getting angry. The only reason this happened was because her idiot husband told her to play out the undercurrents of her desires. She blurted out, "This isn't my fault!" But Jim didn't give reality a rest. Not for one second. "So, even though I told you what I would do for you this week you think it would be fun to dress up like a sl...," Jim caught himself. He knew how his wife felt about this word before tonight. Even though he was well aware of what happened and was said earlier on the stairs...something urged him to save this for later. "Take a deep breath,' he told himself and then did. He continued: "Your dress begs attention. Certainly you are aware that men will get ideas seeing you like this, thinking one so tawdry is seeking such...don't you? Really, what did you do... go wait in a stairwell for the first guy that came along?" "That's not what I did!!" Lynn protested. With that Jim quickly unzipped his coat revealing Lynn's naked torso, the blue veins still raised in her breasts after her crescendo, her neck still flushed. He grabbed hold of her tight abused nipples firmly and twisted...hard. "Owww....." cried Lynn. "Stop it, that hurts," she went on without raising a hand to stop him. "Didn't seem to be hurting too much before...'strumpet'...was it...he called you?" "I just went out to masturbate...to be a little kinky while you wanted to watch football instead!" Lynn cried out. "Well that's not what you did then is it!" Jim said back sternly, like a school principal. "Tell me what you did!" He continued loudly without shouting. Lynn was still delirious and in shock from her experience just a few minutes before. She cast aside thoughts of how she must be presenting – cowering on the bed like this. She ignored the fact that at any moment he would discover more of her undoing once the coat tails, still folded over her lap, were removed. Lynn went silent, not sure whether to argue or sob. She was spent and, not understanding his anger or how to stifle it, just wanted this to stop. Jim reached behind her neck and Lynn groaned at the angry heat his loins radiated only inches in front of her face. He roughly yanked up on his coat fully unveiling her entire display, including the glistening now oozing from between her legs. He began angrily, "You think it would be fun to go out and get fucked like this, cutting out the hose over your shaved pussy, letting some stranger maul you and seed that little primed womb, stuffing his fat cock inside you while showing off your rings? And then bringing his load of sod to me?!?!?" Jim was very angry now. Lynn was worn, torn, spent...defeated. But in this she remembered something her husband gave her years ago: a guide describing how to handle him when he was angry. She thought this not only a long shot, but actually stupid to try in such a situation. But she couldn't think of anything else. There were 5 recommendations he had shared in this one page journal. The first 4 ranged from acknowledging his anger, to calmly talking him down, to suggesting the topic may be better coursed with their marriage counselor. Realizing no acknowledgment, kind words, or a counselor 600 miles away would do any good – she considered the last suggestion Jim had written. No doubt, she thought, this wasn't the kind of event he had in mind for such a list, especially number 5. But it was the only bullet in the gun that had a chance of making it out of the barrel... "Jim," she said, "I can see you are angry right now, so why don't you put your head down here and take a nice little taste of this pussy." This sent Jim on a rail and Lynn began to loath herself for pulling the trigger...the thought was disgusting but her memory interrupted at this point. This has escalated just as he had written it might if he were feeling insulted or betrayed. Then she remembered a further instruction for such a reaction from him. It was direct and controlling and unsympathetic to whatever he might be going through. She couldn't believe she was considering throwing another gallon of gas on the fire. Lynn's body displayed a slight shudder at the thought of saying these next words. His attitude wasn't unexpected, but the intensity was. Unable to determine if she was going in the right direction or wrong, she thought to herself, 'How much worse can it make this?' She leaned back with her ass resting on the edge of the bed. She raised and spread her legs propping herself up with her arms behind her. Her large, marked breasts heaving from her chest. She could see Jim's face flush as he saw how red her ass was and the sloppy mess now surrounding the opening of her pussy – relaxing now, beginning to gape after its recent abuse. Jim was fuming. Speechless. She took a deep breath tracing her memory, and seductively recounted what he had written. "Jim, I'm going to count to five and if you're not interested in sucking my little pussy then we should just get separate rooms for the rest of our stay." As the words came out Lynn felt her confidence boosted. She escaped the feeling that she wasn't good enough, wasn't properly living up to his wishes as described. But after what just happened in the stairs, after being constrained, used and filled while forced to beg for more, the thought of regaining any control and power was savory as a perfect midnight meal. She was contented and assured at this point. This is what he said to do. And if it's not good enough then fuck him. Let him leave. This had become far more intense than she imagined it could and ending it here, now and forever, would be fine with her. "You have fucking got to be kidding me," Jim said lengthening his spine to exhibit his tall posture and pumped up body. "Just what I want when I come to surprise you, a cum filled slut wife! Fuck you." He didn't care about the word anymore or how Lynn felt about it. He stepped back and tried to look at the door without success. Lynn looked at his eyes. They were wide open. And they were fixated on her sex. "One," she said. This snapped Jim out of his state and he backed away. "Two," she went on. He gathered a few things including his coat, wallet and cell as she said, "Three." He walked toward the door and opened it. "Four," Lynn said, noticing his pause there, his eyes floating back to her. Jim stopped. Lynn stopped. Silence. Jim turned sideways, his profile apparent to Lynn as his face dropped staring into the bathroom. Lynn traced his face, and then dropping shoulders, and lower, seeing the mighty push of his erection beneath his sweats. She smiled and teasingly began to slowly close her legs. Using all her strength to display confidence in enforcing the ultimatum, she held her breath praying this wasn't the calm before the storm. Granted. Jim closed the door, dropped everything in his hands and scurried to kneel in front of Lynn's spread legs. He began licking and kissing all around her swollen womanhood. Her senses heightened and she thrust back her head. She called through the pleasure of having her cunt wiped clean by Jim's wanting tongue. "Oh yeah baby," she said. "Are you going to clean out this mess that was forced into me? That's it, keep washing my lips and clit. You need to restore my used pussy, don't you baby?" Jim took a quick breath. "You think it's fun to come back to me with a nasty, used pussy you slut?" Jim asked, then renewing his oral efforts, sticking his tongue deep into her hole. "Mmmmhmmmm" Lynn replied without thinking about it. "Be a good boy and clean that mess between my legs," Lynn said starting to heat up once again - surprised at how turned on she was by her husband acting this way. Lynn surprised herself. The thought of Jim going down on her after she had been filled was almost nauseating in the past. Now she found herself whorishly aroused - watching him succumb to her demands after being filled by a seemingly younger model moments ago. In the heat of the moment she couldn't stop watching him lap his warm tongue in broad circles and penetrate her almost begging to release more essence from her depths. She felt another orgasm, deep as if it started on another floor of the hotel, arising within her. "That's it my sweet baby, suck the cum out of my cunt before I get pregnant!" she added now quivering at her impending release. Jim had nothing more to say. He attacked her dripping cunt with his mouth. He grabbed the heels of her boots in his hands and spread her legs high and wide. He hummed as he vacuumed saying he wasn't going to let some soccer fag knock her up. Lynn's body radiated with this attention. He was like an animal. She began to cum harder than any other time tonight, unable and uncaring to stifle her vocalizations. Jim used the boot heels to rock her filled and sloppy receptacle up and down, lapping at the remains of her previous escapade. Jim lifted her and moved her up on the bed quickly shedding his sweat suit. He knelt over her, his hardening cock approaching her lips as he dove back in. After a moment he raised and grabbed her hips, flipping Lynn over so she was kneeling over his mouth with his now fully erect cock inches from her face. "Are you gonna suck it all out baby? Do you want me to push the cum out of my little honey pot into your mouth sweetie? While I suck on this big dick in front of me?" Jim could only umphh and harrumph as he greedily went to his task. Lynn sucked his swollen member in as deep as she could take it. She came over and again as she ground herself into his face. Releasing with her mouth but still grasping his throbbing manhood she would sit upright intermittently, squeezing her insides as hard as she could to evacuate residue into Jim's open mouth. She ground her pelvis on his face, using his extended tongue to fuck her hole and then rub her clit alternating back and forth. Lynn had never felt so erotic, in control and out at the same time. She could swear at this point it was her own juices she was pumping out almost in a stream. Somewhere deep inside her mind, as if from a dark cavern covered by forest surrounded by mountains, a distant cry emerged. Barely audible but reverberating around her like a bomb it echoed... 'You are such...such a...you know you are a filthy little slu...' "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh nooooo....." she screamed and then trailed off as a state of continuous orgasm dug into every inch of her. Lynn once again found herself in a place where her mind, body, and mouth took over. She started to think of where this kind of thing could lead, but at the same time heard familiar rants echo in the room. "This is what he told me you deserve," the unfamiliar voice blurted. "You heard him telling me to make you suck out his cum while I taunt your cock readying it for his sloppy seconds!" At this Lynn felt so dirty her orgasm exploded in a different way. All shame and fear washed away. An inner slut and whore had finally taken over after so many years of stifling. In the safety of her room with her husband the wash was more intense than on the stairs, she was admitting her carnality and sharing it with the truest and only love of her life. And he, this perfect and caring man, was bringing the best of her worst fantasies to life...somehow getting past the implication and complication in reality. He wasn't only willing, he was completely enthralled in the act of participating in this way. Jim was humming and slurping, pushing his tongue in as far as possible. He swirled it and lapped every inch of her inner sanctum. He placed his hands on either side of her vulva, spreading her lewdly, sticking his tongue in as far as it would go and swirling in exaggerated circles. He gently inserted one and then two fingers into her dripping depths, scooping out everything he could find directly into his mouth. Jim licked and sucked his fingers after each penetration. Lynn could tell he was determined to not miss a drop of her lover or of that she was now generously emanating. "You're not getting knocked up by some young punk, you cum whore!" he cried out with a trembling voice, as if asserting a claim to territory already lost. Lynn, now swallowed by what was occurring; no longer caring what happened while being pounded by these waves of debauchery responded, "You seem to be the cum slut here. Why don't you be a good boy and finish up so you can have your leftovers." When Jim was satisfied with the exalt of her continued orgasm and her cleanliness he informed Lynn she would now be roundly fucked. He flipped her onto her back, entered, and began pumping into her just at the pace her hips arched against him. Lynn unconsciously started humming an unwavering and static note, like a small continuously revved engine. Lynn was in another place entirely now. She heard nothing. Saw nothing even without cover of a coat. But she felt everything as if this intensity were a brain cramping mirage. All she knew for sure was she was cumming and cumming and cumming like never before. Jim, having more stamina than she experienced in years, flipped her over on her haunches, then this way and that. He spoke to her during this in a calm tone belying his physical maneuvers. He encouraged her to admit she let a stranger take her like this, without reservation or complaint. That she, in fact, begged for it. All she could do was give in, agree, admit, apologize...and beg her beloved not to stop. "Yes Yes Yes...he took me...took me and made me his slut!" she was now screaming between gasps. "He used my pussy! He filled it with cum! Is that what you want to hear?!?! Did you like watching him fill my tiny cunt when you were too busy? Did you? Did you? Ungh......don't stop fucking this hole...please...please...don't ever stionioifphhhhuuuuuunnnnggghhhhhhh......" Jim's pretense of rage had long since dropped. He was overcome with eroticism as he watched his wife now submissively taking everything he had to deliver, for as long as he could deliver it - just as he had seen earlier standing behind her on the stairs. He became rigid staring directly into her open eyes looking at him, through him. Her pupils were dilated. The rest was blurred, glazed, vacant. Jim flipped her over again grabbing her hips and pulled her ass up afore him. "So I get to give you another fill now? Is that it, you need another load deep in this used cunt!?" he asked as he slowly sank his flaming manhood into her depths. Lynn could only mutter, "please," between gasps. "Well, I don't think so," Jim countered with a grunt. "Seems I'm the only one here eating cum tonight and that hardly seems fair." Lynn was unable to comprehend where this was going, still gasping and moaning through the relentless pounding from behind. By this point she was at exhaustion - a rag doll barely able to keep her knees underneath her. Jersey Excursion Ch. 03 This feeling was even more helpless than she experienced previously. She was worn out, unable to move her body or speak up for herself. Only barely able to hear her husband and succumb to another extenuated round of thrusts. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh...unghhhhh...."came from Lynn. "That's right my little loose wife...your turn for some tasty now. Tell me you want some nice cum all over your lips." In her clouded and weary state Lynn no longer felt the bed underneath her. It was as if she were floating - outside of herself no longer in control in any way. She had never been so stimulated, so controlling, and then so wantonly used. Yet she still heard Jim's words. She was at her end, sated yet still titillated by her condition. Without her sanity attached, her mouth still formed the words... "Please cum on my mouth," she whimpered, now accepting she deserved this final marking after outing such sinful desire. Jim pummeled her with a few more thrusts, grunting his satisfaction. "Think about this the next time your boyfriend tries to take you...and he is going to try again, right?!?!" Lynn sobbed between breaths, "Just tomorrow at 8." "Perfect," responded Jim as he flipped Lynn over on her back, crawling over her and presenting the head of his slick and swollen cock to her lips. Pinned underneath Jim's weight Lynn felt a twinge of resistance emerge. "Please...wait..." she uttered. "Don't cum on my face..." she started as Jim yanked her hands up between his legs, placing one on his balls and the other around his hot shaft. "Jerk this big cock off on your lips you tramp! Tomorrow you can tell him I took you back into my fold and he can fuck himself for the night!" Lynn began stroking the cock, feeling the moisture on her lips and tasting the salty sweet mixture of herself and her first fill. Jim rubbed the wetness all over her mouth and cheeks, pausing to slap her intermittently with his engorged prick. Squeeze me harder and jerk the cream out of this cock!" he demanded. Lynn complied, now rubbing his member over her lips and face without his instruction or control. "Please cum on my face," she pleaded. "That's right, you want it don't you?" he teased. "But I know where you really want this. Open your mouth..." Lynn pursed her lips and grunted, "nnnaanghh." "Do it!" Jim commanded. "Take this in and suck the juice from it!!" Lynn separated her lips slightly and began jerking on Jim's cock feverishly. She didn't know where it came from but she repeated, "yes...mmmm...please cum in my mouth...please fill it." Jim quickly obliged. Grunting like an animal, sweat running down and glistening across his frame. With one final thrust to the back of her throat, his cock engorged as never before, he erupted deeply within her. It felt as if he unloaded a pint of fluid. His enraged cock contracted and shot again and again until he finally held himself still. Lynn continued to suckle the head of his cock, gulping down all he had to offer. As he began to soften Jim collapsed into the arms of the love of his life as Lynn licked her lips and thanked him. He looked into the eyes of his new found, adventurous wife. Between breaths he had already begun to imagine what excursions were possible now. Once they both regained their breath Jim cuddled close, nudging his face into the crook of Lynn's neck. "Thank you for playing along. That was the most incredible experience I've had in my life," he said. Lynn's eyes were still closed as she felt a broad smile cross her face. "You're welcome my love, that was surprisingly good for me too. I never knew being so naughty could feel so good. But your British accent needs some work, and you're too big to be an English football player. Maybe a cage fighter..." she chuckled, thinking next time perhaps El Gigante may stumble across her somewhere using a toy. Her mind stopped there remembering without any loss of excitement; next time is tomorrow night and she already knows who's turn it is.