2 comments/ 38286 views/ 5 favorites Seduced by the Devil By: Satanic Witch I am surfing the web looking for a storyline. I like to write stories. Mostly fictional. There is an idea floating around in my head but I cant decide how start the story. Browsing aimlessly, typing various words in my search engine, my mind wanders to my almost sexless life. Sex between my husband and I has been meagre these last years. Nothing seems to get me aroused. In my frustration I punch in the word 'demon'. Of course, 24.600.000 hits. Lets narrow that down. I type 'sex with a demon'. Ok, lots of forums were they talk about that. What the fuck is an incubus? I feel someone touching me. Light fingers caressing my neck wandering down my spine and I know that's not possible because I'm alone, there is no one else in the house. Shocked and slightly aroused I turn in my chair. Of course, no one there! Damn. And it felt so good. Am I losing my mind? The urge to browse further is irresistible. 'A demon that attacks woman in there sleep forcing sex on them.' Ok, that turns me on and I feel my pussy get whet. Suddenly two long fingers enter my pussy and rubbing my G-spot. The feeling is mind-blowing and I stay very still. How is this possible? The feeling builds inside and a violent orgasm rips thru my body and the chair gets wet, my body shakes and trembles. The orgasm is so powerful that I cant even make a sound. If my husband would have seen me at that moment he'd be on the phone in a second calling the paramedics thinking I am having a seizure.And in a way it feels like one. Al that sexual energy somehow surging from my spine upward like its opening up the top of my head. Embarrassed I get up from my chair and see the evidence of my sexual adventure. My pussy Is still throbbing but I have to get the chair dry and put on some clean clothes before my husband gets home. With some effort I clean the chair and sprint to the bedroom to change. When I strip my wet panties down my legs I feel two hands squeezing my boobs and pinch my nipples. O no. It starts again! Standing alone in my bedroom with no panties. Something pushes me facedown on the bed. I feel how my pussy starts to drip again. I'm so horny at this point I don't care if my husband finds me like this. The pinching and pulling on my nipples gets painful but I don't care. O well I do care. I like it. The pain makes me even hornier. More hands start to wander over my back still being tortured by squeezing my nipples. This must be an incubus, no doubt in my mind. Did I invoke him by surfing the web looking for an incubus? The hands hold me down on the bed. I cant even move my arms, their heavy and I feel powerless. This turns me on even more. Fingers finding my clit start rubbing it sensually. Its like little electric shocks are being transmitted from the fingers to my clit. I feel how it grows under their administrations. Now a finger slides in to my pussy, but the attack at my clit does not stop and my nipples are so painfully hard now I could scream. A second finger joins the first in my cunt finding my G-spot and again I start to spasm. This feels so good I start to hyperventilate and my whole body tingles and jerks at the now fingerfucking fingers in my cunt and the fast and skilful clit massage. I want to come, come now! But something is holding my orgasm back. Can a incubus do that? The pressure builds and builds. I'm screaming now. "Please, let me come, please!" A very soft voice answers. "Not yet." I feel how a finger enters my but. Now this is wonderfully cruel. I never was a asshole kind of girl but this feels heavenly. I cant help myself. I want to come, I need to come! "O God, please let me come!" "You're asking the wrong guy honey." The intensity of it almost lets me lose my mind. What the fuck was he talking about? As if he read my mind, he answers. "I'm a Demon sweet pies. I don't answer to God." I'm seeing black dots and white stars. My mind cant hardly operate and I utter a last desperate cry. "O sweet Satan please let me come!" A soft snicker and my whish was granted. After minutes of compulsive contractions and spraying several times from my cunt I lose consciousness. Seduced By The Devil As parties go, it was a good one. Lots of people, some I knew, most I didn't. It was put on by Jason and his wife Heather; they owned a thriving retail chain which no doubt paid for their sensational house. It was four levels high, and had enough rooms to get lost in. Downstairs was for entertaining, a huge BBQ area close to a swimming pool big enough to float a large boat in. A spa pool was discreetly shaded off to provide a little privacy when there weren't a hundred and fifty or so people milling around. A substantial stereo system pumped out music loud enough to wake the dead, which was connected to a projector and a huge screen so that deaf people could see what everyone was dancing to. A selection of live concert DVD's were played; and the festive atmosphere was such that one might think they were actually there. The main course had been good, and for a chocoholic like myself, the deserts even better. A fully catered bar provided anything from a chilled beer to exotic cocktails. So you can well imagine; everyone was having a good time, me included. I had arrived alone; my current lady friend had let me down at the last moment. I guess it was her way of saying goodbye, and I would cross another name from my list. It had happened so many times before, I was kind of blasé about it now, women came, and women went. I'd just hit my fifth decade, and the likelihood of meeting little miss right had long since past. What I was left with now was a line of women who'd been married and now back on the availability list, or those who'd never been married which is scarier than the first group if you get my drift. By this time, these women were usually confident and street wise, and the idea of a long term relationship was abhorrent to most of them. Most wanted a good time without any baggage or strings attached, that's just how it was. I guess I was kind of lucky, at fifty one I still had a thick head of hair, all my teeth and a body which hadn't quite turned to seed. I was vainly good looking, and spent considerable money on looking good. I liked the good things in life, like sports cars and nice clothes. I worked in construction as a project manager which took me all over the place, six months here, and a year somewhere else. I had no roots, although I owned an apartment which most times sat empty. If I was overseas working, I had an agent who would sub-let it for on a short term basis. By eleven o'clock, the party was in full swing. I was happily content with a bellyful of good steak and dark chocolate washed down with a few beers. I mingled and chatted with people while keeping an eye out for any unaccompanied females of which there were plenty. I was eventually drawn to a tallish brunette of about my vintage, and we played the usual game of flirting and finding out a bit more about each other before any further obligations were made. I learned her name, which was Jackie, and that she was in commercial law. I was doing quite well until I recognized the first lingering symptoms of a migraine headache which plague me from time to time. From previous experience, I needed to quickly find a quiet dark place to hide in to minimize its debilitating effects. I eventually found Jason and advised him of my problem, he simply pointed upstairs and told me to make myself comfortable. I guess I was considered a good enough friend to be trusted to roam his house alone. It was on the third floor that I found some solitude. The first two bedrooms were already taken by guest's children, and I carefully avoided those just as any sensible man would. My refuge was a large bathroom at the end of a hall at the front side of the house. It was far away enough away from noise the party, and provided the peace and quiet I was seeking. I washed my face with cool water, and then dried it on a pleasantly warm towel. Off to one side of the bathroom was a door leading to a toilet, I entered and sat on the closed plastic lid, then closed my eyes. After a few seconds, I pushed the toilet door partially closed to eliminate the dim light from the bathroom. I don't know how long I had been asleep when someone entered the bathroom. I cursed the fact that I hadn't locked the bathroom door and came to the conclusion that I was about to pay the penalty. I forced my eyes open and peered through slightly open door, and it took me a few seconds to recognize the presence of Tracy Shannon in the arms of a man I knew wasn't her husband. I watched in quiet surprise as their embrace became more intense, and hands begin to wander. Tracy was a striking woman, a dark haired beauty with a figure that attracted many lustful male eyes. I sat transfixed as her tall handsome seducer placed a hand under Tracy's dress and lifted it high over her brown thighs. Her knees sagged a few seconds later when his hand slipped between them, her suppressed moans just reaching my ears. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's nice." she whispered between kisses as his hand worked her into a frenzy. I saw her hand slip down from his shoulder towards his trousers and search for his bulging manhood. For the next minute or so, I watched in fascination as their antics got more daring. The thought of declaring my presence was not considered for an instant, for what I was watching was deeply arousing, and my migraine now forgotten. Katherine was then eased back against the bathroom vanity cabinet, and her dress again lifted high over her thighs. I caught the odd flash of blue panties between her parted thighs as she was fingered vigorously by her assailant. "Is the door locked?" she whispered as he undid his jeans and let them drop. "Yeah, we'll be okay." he assured her. "No one will disturb us up here." I caught a glimpse of his erection as he stepped forward between her thighs; it was heavy with size, both thick and long. Balancing her weight on the vanity and the mirrored wall behind her, Tracy lifted her legs high off the floor, and with one hand eased her panties to one side. I could plainly see his cock slide between hair covered pussy lips, and with a little push, he eased himself inside her with little strokes. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's nice and big." she moaned after a few seconds of long slow strokes. He lifted her leg over high his shoulder which provided me with an even better view, and I could plainly see her pink pussy lips following the contours of his shaft. "Better make it a quickie ." she whispered. He began to pick up speed, and Tracy braced herself as best she could under his onslaught. She fought to keep quiet each time his slick shiny cock plunged deep and hard inside her, her face contorted as if in pain. As his thrusts became more physical, Tracy predicament worsened as she had trouble staying in the same position on the smooth vanity top surface. "Hurry up." she complained. "I can't take much more of this." It soon became obvious that her lover was having trouble reaching his orgasm, but he wasn't about to stop trying. He sweated and grunted as he demonstrated great stamina, but he couldn't quite manage it. "How about doing it from behind?" Tracy suggested. He stepped back and his cock dropped noisily from her pussy, Tracy eased herself from the vanity and turned around. She lifted her dress high and then bent over the vanity, her shapely bum nicely red from the friction of the vanity top. He lifted her dress higher over her back and then positioned himself close behind her. Tracy sighed deeply as she was entered again; she placed her folded arms on the vanity and lowered her face onto them. He placed his hand around her waist and then set to work on her again. I couldn't see quite as well in their new position, but it was enough to keep me interested. For the next few minutes, he grunted noisily as he thrust into Tracy, the slapping of skin loud and fast. Tracy was soon struggling; I think that his tallness and the angle of his big cock was causing her more than a little discomfort. Eventually she twisted away from him and turned to face him. "Sorry, I can't take anymore like this. How about I just blow you?" "Sure. That'd be good." he muttered through smiling lips. Tracy pulled the same towel I'd recently dried my face with from the rail and placed it on the floor. She dropped to her knees, placed her hands on his thighs and pulled him closer. Using both hands, she cleaned his cock of her juices as best she could; then took him deep into her mouth. Now I've had more than a few blow jobs in my time, some better than others. But I could see Tracy had a real talent. She rubbed her pretty face along its length before sliding her moist lips over it, her cheeks bulging under its wide girth. He sighed loudly and I couldn't blame him, and I was soon fondling my own bulging cock through my jeans. She took him deep into her mouth and then out again, she swallowed and flicked her tongue over the eye. She then took him in hand, and began to work him slowly, but picking up speed bit by bit. Every now and then she would dribble a little extra saliva to assist her busy hand work his shaft. They were now quite close to the door from which I was peeking; and I could see the bulging veins on his thick shaft as it was being worked. "Ohhh yes darlin, that's real good. Just how I like it." he urged. Using one hand, Tracy eased her dress from her shoulders and let it drop over her breasts. I suspect that she didn't want her dress soiled, but I wasn't in a position to ask. His hand slipped down towards her small pert breasts, but he couldn't quite manage to reach them from his standing position. Instead, he placed his hand on the back of her head in encouragement. Tracy was now working his cock at considerable speed to try and get the whole thing over with, but it didn't quite go to plan. I don't think Tracy realized how close her lover was to his orgasm, nor was I when I come to think about it. But without warning, he must have fired a stream of cum deep into her mouth causing her to gag. Tracy pulled back as he fired a second time catching her firmly on her surprised face. Tracy let go of his shaft, and he quickly took himself in hand to finish the job himself. Leaning forward, he fired another three good shots catching her on the chin and neck before she could escape. "You dirty bastard." she swore through cum covered lips. "Fuck you." A very angry Tracy indeed had something to complain about, two thick globules of cum were hanging inches down from her face and threatening to drop onto her dress. She quickly scooped them up with her hands and then attempted to wipe her face. To add insult to injury, he stepped close and wiped his cock over her lips and left cheek until she pulled away. "Fuck off. Jeeezus you're a real fucking prick for doing that." she growled. He laughed as he pulled his jeans up and fastened them, "Thanks for that. You're a real sport. Give me a call sometime when your husband's not around." And then he opened the door and walked out leaving an angry cum covered Tracy kneeling on the floor. She gingerly picked herself up from the floor and after relocking the door, turned to the vanity. I watched as she washed his cum from her hands; then using a facecloth, cleaned her face and neck. She raised her dress over her breasts and straightened herself up. She next lifted her dress, and with the facecloth wiped her thighs and pussy. She was just about to leave when I shifted slightly on the toilet seat causing it to squeak loudly. Tracy turned towards my door, and the look on her face was one of pure terror. I knew she couldn't see who it was, the lights were bright in the bathroom, and the darkness of toilet cubicle hid me from any recognition. But she knew that someone had witnessed her sordid act, and her fear had her rushing from the bathroom. I waited a few minutes to allow my erection to subside, and then exited the bathroom. At the end of the hall stood Tracy waiting to see who exited; and our eyes met for a few seconds before she turned and walked down the stairs. Now she knew who it was that had been watching, and was that a good thing or not? Only time would tell. By the time I returned to the party, there was no sign of Tracy, or Jackie who'd been the object of my earlier desires. I arrived home alone and horny, and in the end took myself in hand while visualising what I'd seen earlier. It was only after a quick lubricated hand job did I consider what the implications might be. Before I continue with my story, I should tell you a little about Tracy's husband Benny. Benny managed a successful structural steel contracting company. We had worked together on several projects and got on extremely well. We weren't the type of friends that socialised together on weekends, but we enjoyed a beer or two once work had finished. Benny was a big man, tall, wide and heavily muscled from his early days when he worked steel. He was easy to get along with, always ready for laugh and a bit of fun. I'd met his Tracy a few times, and I can remember at the time thinking what a lucky man he was. They seemed a close couple, and what I'd witnessed that night had completely thrown me. She always seemed loving and affectionate when it came to Benny, and adultery wouldn't have seemed possible. I suppose it just goes to show how naive I am. The big question was whether I should tell Benny or not. It none of my business of course, but I think I'd want to know if my wife was playing around. What to do? I pondered the question for a few days, but because I never saw Benny, I didn't have to do anything. I was late home from work on the following Friday night. I picked up a pizza on the way home which was demolished along with a well earned cold beer. After a shower, I settled in to watch a bit of Friday night sport on the wide screen. It was about ten pm when the doorbell rang. Visitors at that time of night were never good news, but it would take awhile to realize that this visitor was going to be no exception. I opened the door to find Tracy staring at me, I was kind of gob smacked and didn't say anything. "Can I come for a sec, I need to talk to you?" she asked. I hesitated for a second, but then nodded and stood back so she could enter. She smiled in appreciation and entered my not so humble abode, after looking around the lounge she took a seat on the couch. I managed to sneak a good look at her from behind, and she looked kind of good in a black top, tight blue jeans and a pair of black leather ankle boots. Even for an adulterer. "I've come about the other night." she said once I'd taken a chair opposite. "I guessed that." She smiled nervously, "I take it that you saw everything that happened." I shrugged my shoulders, "I was fighting off a migraine and the bathroom was the only place I could find that was dark and quiet, well it was for awhile anyway." "I suppose I'd better explain myself." she replied. "You don't have to; it's none of my business what you get up to." "But you're one of Benny's friends, so you're bound to say something." I thought about what she said for a few seconds, "Hadn't made up my mind. As I said, it's none of my business." She looked at me with her big dark eyes, and even though she was on the mat, she still looked pretty damn desirable. She had one of those round baby faces that never seem to age, and with a nice haircut and a little makeup, she looked something else. I was tempted to let my eyes wander a little, but she held my gaze. "If you want me to be honest, it's not the first time I've been unfaithful to Benny. In fact I do it quite often. Thing is, that Benny's not all that interested in sex, and I need more than he gives me. So I discreetly look elsewhere. I don't do it more than once with the same guy, so it's not like I'm having an affair or anything. It's just sex. " "Does Benny know?" I asked. Tracy shook her head, "Nope, and I don't want him to either. He would hate me for it." "Then why do it?" I asked angrily. "He works his arse off for everything you own, and you do that to him." My anger had removed some of Tracy's confidence, and she sunk back into the chair. She looked down at the coffee table and took in my half drunk bottle of beer. "Can I have one of those?" I wandered out into the kitchen and got her one from the fridge, then sat down again. We just sat and stared across at each other. By this time I'd cooled down a little. "What happens if you bring home a disease or something?" I offered. Tracy twisted in her chair before answering, "I go for married men. They are clean and discreet. I'm on the pill, and there's no need for condoms." "What about the guy the other night? Who was he?" "Someone I met downstairs. We snuck up for a quickie while his wife was dancing out by the pool. Kind of made the whole thing exciting, don't you think?" "You're fucking unbelievable." She smiled and took a sip of her beer, "I know." "Where's Benny?" "In Toronto for a couple of weeks, working on that supermarket thing." I nodded, for I knew about the project even though the company I work for had nothing to do with it. Our conversation eventually drifted away from her infidelity, and over a few more beers I guess we became more comfortable with each others company. She wanted to know more about me and why I'd never married, and I guess I was kind of flattered by her attention. Before I'd realize it, we had a dozen empty bottles in front of us. Tracy removed her boots and curled her shapely legs up under her on the couch. I guess we were both feeling pretty damned good when Tracy asked to use the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later and surprised me by standing in front of me. Without a word, she began slowly taking her clothes off. Her black top was lifted over her shoulders and discarded; a flimsy purple bra supported her breasts. I sat transfixed as she bent down, removed her socks, then rising and undoing her belt buckle before unzipping her jeans. Her jeans were tight, and she had to wriggle them down over her hips and thighs before she could step out of them. She then stood brazenly in front of me with her hands on her hips so that I could get a good look. And boy, did I get a good look; my eyes were drawn straight to Tracy's matching purple panties. Her narrow waist accentuated the flair of her wider hips; her thighs were wide and shapely with the tiniest little gap where they met. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other as if to tease me. I looked upwards to her smiling face, and she reached behind her back to unsnap her bra which was dangled in my face. "I'm feeling horny, and I really, really want some good sex. So, I'm going to find your bedroom and lie down on your bed. And if you want to get your brains fucked out, you just follow me." Tracy then turned her back on me, took a few steps before pushing her panties down and stepping out of them. She looked over her shoulders at me and grinned mischievously. "I hope you're not going to disappoint me." she said before her beautiful swinging buttocks walked down my hallway towards my bedroom. Now, my brain was telling me to be sensible, like walkout my front door and disappear into the night. However, my cock was yelling at me to run to my bedroom at a hundred miles an hour. A good man might have been sensible, but I was about to prove that I was not a good man, and that I was without courage, morals or willpower. I got up and walked into my bedroom. Tracy was lying on my bed with her open legs facing me, a hand slowly caressing her pussy. She smiled triumphantly as I entered, and again the guilt of what I was about to do flashed through my brain, but it was to no avail. "Come close and watch." she asked in a sultry voice. I obeyed and stood close to the bed. I watched as Tracy's finger slipped up and down her shiny slit, and every now and then she would remove her finger to give me a good look. Her pussy had been shaved with the exception of a thin strip over the top and sides of her plush pink lips. Her erect clitoris had been pierced with a small stud with a blue stud. She grinned as my eyes feasted upon her round inner thighs now shiny with arousal. Seduced By The Devil "Take your clothes off, show me your cock." she asked. She watched as I did so, and raised her herself up onto her elbows as I removed my jeans and dropped my briefs, her eyes immediately fell to my cock standing proudly erect in front of her. "Mmmmmmmmm, let me see you play with it." I took myself in hand and vainly stroked my shaft slowly as if to emphasis its size. For the next minute or so, we watched each other play with ourselves. It was both exciting and erotic teasing each other, and the tension increased dramatically. "Mmmmmm, do you want to fuck me now?" she purred. "Yes." "Even though I'm another man's wife?" "Yes." I replied without guilt. She grinned wickedly and beckoned me with finger, "Okay, I'll let you." I eagerly slipped between Tracy's thighs, her hand reaching down and guiding me into her. Her pussy felt like warm tight glove hugging my cock, her wet arousal sucking me deep within her. She sighed as she took my length, folded her legs behind mine pulling me in tight. I felt her teeth side across my cheek and nibble upon my ear as I began to ride her. Our lips finally met, and it was a plunging of tongues as our passion grew. Tracy was tense and wild, her fingers stroking then pinching my back as I rode her hard. I lowered my mouth to her breasts, and took turns suckling her nipples, her little cries and whimpers reaching my ears. Each of my thrusts was met, our bodies slapping noisily together as our sweat mingled. And then all of a sudden, Tracy pinned me still with her thighs and arms and ground her pussy hard up against me. I feel little tremors rock her body; and I realised that she had reached orgasm, but continued to ride her until she began to relax under me. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, that was good." she whispered while pushing my shoulders down the bed. "How'd you like to give me a little lickin down there. I just loved to be licked straight after I've cum." I had very little choice in the matter, and soon found myself gazing at a wide canyon of wet glistening lips. I lowered my face to the inside of her thighs and began to kiss my way upwards, but Tracy had other ideas and pushed my face firmly into her pussy. It was akin to putting one's face into a hot oven, for the warmth just oozed from her. I dutifully suckled on her lips and then on her clitoris, with her thighs closed around my head, she wriggled and pushed back against my face. My face was soon sodden from her juices, but her appreciative sighs kept me on the job. The stud through her clitoris was easy to grip with my teeth which left my tongue free to flick swiftly over it. It was a few minutes later that Tracy rolled away from me. Quick as a flash she was kneeling beside me, steadying my cock with her hand, a pair of warm lips followed. I lay still and watched as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, and it sure felt good. She began to vary her technique, some of the time she would just suckle the head and I could feel her tongue exploring the rim and glands. After awhile she began to slip into a rhythm, and her hand and mouth began to work in unison. I grinned at the sight of her cheeks bulging from my size. She looked up at me and raised her face, "Wanna cum in my mouth?" "You sure?" I asked. "You didn't seem too happy about it the other night." "Wasn't expecting it and he caught me by surprise, he was halfway down my throat when he let me have it. If I let you cum now, will you be able to keep hard? I still wanna fuck some more." "Sure." I lied. Truth was that I could go a second round when I was younger, but age had taken its toll. Not that I was about to admit it at this particular moment, for an offer like this isn't to be sneezed at. Tracy positioned herself so that she was kneeling between my thighs, and then got back to business. She had an exquisite technique, both hands and mouth working in perfect unison, her mouth providing more than enough lubrication. I could soon feel my orgasm building, and unlike Tracy's previous encounter, there was no hiding my pre-orgasmic erratic movements. She matched my antics, her quick moving hand and mouth working me up into a frenzy. I looked downwards just as I fired, and found her looking back at me. She opened her mouth and I could see my cum saturating her tongue as her hand continued to pump me dry. She pushed globules of cum from her mouth and it dribbled down her chin. Still she continued to work me until I was spent. It had been some days since I'd taken myself in hand, and her mouth and hand was now well lubricated from my build up. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, good fun." she whispered through very messy lips. Using the corner of my bed sheet, she cleaned her hand and mouth of my cum, and then surprised me by starting to suck me again. I writhed in pain and pleasure as her tongue explored the eye of my cock, and then sucked hard as if to remove all cum from my pipes. This was at a time when my cock was usually allowed to shrink and go to sleep, but Tracy clearly had other ideas. Using both hands as if to brace my erection, she slowly sucked and licked, and my need to relax soon disappeared. Eventually Tracy moved upwards and sat down on my cock taking me all the way. She closed her eyes and began to ride me, her small breasts jiggling in front of my face. I took them in hand and caressed them, and Tracy lowered herself so that they could be licked. Her breathing deepened as she rode me, and I explored her body with both hands and eyes. I came to the conclusion that Tracy had the body that of a lady a lot younger than the forty plus years I knew her to be. Her shiny skin was smooth and flawless; her breasts were smallish but defying gravity. Her waist was narrow, but curved outwards to generous hips. I like shapely thighs, and Tracy's were particularly nice. Even though they were spread wide over my torso, their firmness and shape could still be felt. I allowed my fingers to trace their outline moving upwards to her pussy. She leaned back so that her clitoris was exposed enough to be played with. She grinned as I began to tweak her little button, and lifted her legs out from under so that her feet were now taking her weight on the bed. I lifted my knees so that she could lean back on them, and she further supported her body with her hands. I now had a perfect view of her pussy sliding up and down on my shaft. Tracy's strokes were now clean and long, right down hard onto my navel, and then right up so that the head was visible between her lips, and then down she would go again. My shaft was now glistening with her juices and a white messy tidemark visible at the base of my shaft. Her pink lips followed every contour of my shaft, and just for a little fun, I slipped a finger inside her and then another. With my spare hand, I slipped my thumb over her large clitoris and began to work it. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh chriiiist." she moaned as her movements slowed. For a minute or so, she let me torment her fine pussy but then eased my hands away and sat hard down on my cock. She ran her hands over her sweaty body and wiped them over my chest. "Mmmmmmm, this is good fun. You're not a bad fuck." she said. "Thanks, you're no slouch yourself." What now, a little doggie maybe?" Without waiting for a reply, Tracy rolled from me and onto her hands and knees. I stood on the floor and guided her back towards me. A manicured hand appeared and guided my cock into her, and then she just leaned backwards onto it. With my hands caressing her round buttocks, I began to slap into her. She lowered her head and shoulders to the bed, and then met my every stroke. Even after all her effort, Tracy was still well lubricated and showed little signs of giving up, as most of my previous lovers would have. After a good few minutes she looked around at me and smiled, "How about a knee trembler in the lounge?" I simply withdrew from her and took her offered hand. Once in the lounge, Tracy tip toed to the single seat lounger and plopped herself down in it. She spread her thighs wide and eased forward as I knelt before her. Again she guided my cock into her and then leaned back raising her feet high over my shoulders. "Fast and hard." she commanded. And fast and hard it was, my cock pummelled her for some time. There was no resistance from her wet pussy, and my cock slammed fully into her with a loud slap on each stroke. Her fingers toyed with her clitoris as I attacked her, and a grin on her face suggested that she was enjoying herself. I watched her breasts wobble as I slammed into her, and eventually she placed her free arm over them. Then Tracy removed her legs from my shoulders and eased them back onto her chest. "Slow down a bit, I'm gonna cum again." she asked. I did so, and soon a look of concentration appeared on her face. She soon lowered her feet to the floor, then reached out and placed a hand against my navel to control my speed and penetration. One finger continued rub her clitoris as I slowly slipped my cock in and out of her pussy, and then all of a sudden she raised her buttocks from the chair and moaned deeply as little tremors rocked her body. She frowned and bit her top lip, and with her eyes closed, it looked like she was in some pain. It lasted a few short seconds and then she lowered herself down to the chair, her hand pushed me away so that my cock fell free of her pussy. I sat back on my haunches and watched as she continued to rub her clitoris, below her pink opening was agape from our love making. Eventually she opened her eyes and looked down at me with a satisfied grin on her pretty face. "That was fucking great." she chuckled. "Let's finish you off." I responded by raising myself to my knees and guiding my cock back inside her welcoming warm pussy. I began working towards an orgasm, but was soon struggling to achieve it. I could get close but not quite manage to get there. In the end, I withdrew from her pussy and took myself in hand. Tracy leaned forward and watched as my hand flashed swiftly over my shaft just how I liked it. Thirty seconds later, I placed the head of my cock between her pussy lips and ejaculated. I'll not forget the sight of my cum filling her wide slit and then ooze downwards, with my cock I lifted my mess and pushed inside her pussy as best I could to protect the chair below. Tracy just laughed as I fought a losing battle. "What a fucking mess." she laughed. I replied by pushing my cock deep in side of her, which was achieved easily with all the added lubrication. She let do it for a few seconds, and then pushed me gently out of her. Slipping a hand over her pussy, she eased herself from the chair and headed for the bathroom while I affectionately stroked my shrinking cock. Tracy appeared a short time later, and after gathering her clothes into a pile began to get dressed. "How about staying the night?" I asked hopefully. She shook her head without looking at me, "No thanks, I'd better go." I sat and watched as she slipped her bra, panties and top on, then wriggle into her jeans as best she could. She then sat on the couch to slip her boots on before retrieving her handbag. "Okay, time to go." she said while getting to her feet. I walked over to her and took her into my arms with the intention of giving her a kiss, but she surprised me by pushing away. "Look, there's no need to get all lovey dovey on me." she said. "We both got what we wanted, and let's just leave it at that." "What do you mean?" I asked. Tracy looked at me with cold eyes, "You got to fuck me, which is what you wanted. I've got what I wanted, which is you in a position where you can't blab to my husband. I mean, what sort of friend is going to tell his mate that his wife is fucking around, and that he's had a turn too. Now you'll just have to keep your mouth shut." I felt like I'd been hit with a sledge hammer, the realisation that Tracy had only fucked me to keep me quiet was too much to absorb. Tracy just laughed at the look on my face. "You need to grow up, after all it's just a bit fucking between consenting adults. Mind you, it was still good fun. And you're not too bad a fuck for an old guy." With that, Tracy turned and walked to the door, seconds later she was gone. There haven't been many times in my life when I've been as angry. The rage built up in me, and I paced the floor looking for something on which to vent my fury, luckily I didn't find it. I was angry at my self mostly, that I'd willingly slept with the wife of a friend. What sort of a friend was I, not a very good one I told myself. In the past, I'd always avoided married women for obvious reason, but divorcees were another story. And then what about Tracy? I'd never met such a cold calculating bitch in all my life. The whole thing was a complete shambles, and I held myself to blame. For the next few days I ripped myself to pieces, how could I have ever been so stupid. Luckily it was some time before I ran into Benny again. We crossed paths at a trade show, and unfortunately he saw me before I saw him. I had trouble looking him in the eye as my guilt through my veins making me most uncomfortable. He managed to seduce me to the bar where we had a few beers over a chat. He noticed that I was unhappy about something and asked if everything was okay. I told him I was going through a few personal problems, and he asked if there was anything he could do. I told him there wasn't, but his concern over my wellbeing kind of made me feel worse than I already was. Not long after that, I got offered a stint in Dubai. They had originally offered it to someone else, but he declined for family reasons. As a single man, I was their next logical choice. Moving from our autumn to a Dubai spring took a bit of getting use to, but I soon found myself enjoying the challenge of both the weather and the project I'd been assigned. The life style was good and the money even better, and when my stint finished, would return home with a sizable bank balance. I was getting near the end of the project when Benny arrived in Dubai and took the time to look me up. The first time we really got to chat was in a bar on a Saturday afternoon a day after he arrived. He looked good, but he'd lost a little weight. One of the first things Benny told me was that he was a single man again; he and Tracy had gone their separate ways. It seemed the right thing to do offer my condolences; he just shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his beer. We soon settled into our drinking, and we soon had a fair number of empty bottles in front of us, Benny eventually opened up about Tracy and their break up. He came home unexpected one afternoon and caught her in bed with a couple of guys. Things got pretty ugly he told me, he ended up behind bars for assault, but the charges were eventually dropped. He went home and threw Tracy out of their apartment along with all her meagre belongings. Tracy tried to patch things up, but when Benny wouldn't play ball, she turned nasty and told him that she'd been fucking around for years. She suggested that half Benny's mates had been more than happy to take their turn. After nosing around a bit, Benny found out that it was true. I just looked down at the floor as my guilt returned. "So what about you mate?" Benny asked. "Did you bed Tracy too? I lifted my eyes to his, and realised that the day of truth had arrived. I didn't want to lie; I wanted to free this huge burden from my shoulders once and for all, no matter what the cost. "I'm sorry Benny, but I did." His eyes narrowed, and I waited in some trepidation for one of his huge fists to come swinging across the table and slam me to the carpet, for he was a big enough man to do just that. He leaned back on his chair and looked out the window, "I kind of had a feeling about you. You were kind of nervous around me the last few times we met." he said softly. "I was getting over my guilt, for I'd done a terrible thing." I replied. "Friends don't do things like that." He turned to me and started to rise, "Yes, you're right. Good friends don't fuck their friend's wives." "Before you go Benny, I'd like to tell you about what happened." I offered. "And if you don't want to be my friend after that, then that's fine." He looked at me for a few seconds, and then settled back into his chair. "Okay." So I told him about the night at the party and what I saw in the bathroom without going into too much detail. Then I told of how Tracy came to my apartment and coaxed me into bed so that I couldn't tell tales. I told him how angry I was, not only how Tracy seduced me, but how angry I was of myself for betraying a friend. Benny listened to my story without interruption, and I apologised profusely for my actions. "She was some bitch alright." he offered. "But I didn't see it at the time. I suppose if some good looking married woman hit me up, it would be hard to say no." "That's no excuse for me doing what I did." I said. Benny smiled and held up his empty glass, "Tell you what, you buy the next few rounds of beers, and we'll forget the whole thing." My walk to the bar was a humble one, for Benny had proved to be a far better man than I. I don't think I could have done the same if I'd been in his shoes. To forgive a man fucking your wife would be a very big ask. By the time we got a few more beers down us, Benny was more than happy to tell me how he left Tracy destitute. "The thing was, that Tracy came out with fuck all." he boasted. "Cause we moved around a lot, we never got around to buying our own house. The company I work for pay the lease of an apartment and a car. Tracy's car was leased through the company too. So when we spit, I cancelled the lease of her car, I was quite happy to pay the penalty for its early return. We had fuck all money in the bank too, Tracy spent it as fast as I could earn it. Can't believe how much money I've saved since she's gone. Should've chucked her out years ago." "Didn't she go for a portion of your earnings too." I asked. "She tried, but I took a year off and put it down to stress leave. My boss paid me under the table for a little consulting work. Tracy never got wind of it." We both laughed. "The little bitch even had the audacity to have a go at our family trust." Benny continued. "My old Dad's worth a bit, but he's got it all tied up in a trust. Our lawyers got it tied up so tight that Tracy won't even get a whiff of it when my old dad eventually falls off his perch. My only aim in life is to make sure that that bitch never gets a red cent of my money. She can starve to fuckin death as far as I'm concerned. " While it may seem strange, Benny and I became better friends that day. After we both returned home, we actively sought out each others company. We ate and drank together, and insulted each other on the golf course. A few years later, Benny met another lady. After a short courtship, I was asked to be Benny's best man, which under the circumstances was quite an honour. On the stag night, a very inebriated Benny placed me in a substantial headlock and told me that if I fucked this wife, he would break all my golf clubs. I managed to stutter that I could still beat him with a set of broken clubs, and we both fell to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs while giggling childishly. We managed to ignore the distasteful looks on the passer by's faces. But I can well imagine that the sight of two foolish middle aged men rolling on the ground in a drunken brawl swearing at each other; wasn't exactly a good look. As for Tracy, things didn't go well for after splitting from Benny, for she was used to the good life of a kept woman. She could find plenty of men who were prepared to lie between her parted thighs, but none who were prepared to provide the palatial lifestyle she had been so used to. Her lack of work skills denied her high paying employment, and the menial jobs she worked went no way to providing for her wants. Tracy's old friends abandoned her once her inability to finance their social activities became obvious. Tracy eventually turned to the bottle, and as her once trim figure ballooned, the men knocking on her door declined accordingly. Many a night Tracy would cry herself to sleep; she would give anything to turn back the clock and be with Benny again. She would remain faithful forever, she swore to herself. But each morning she awoke to the cold hard fact that it would never be again.