12 comments/ 42503 views/ 5 favorites Gretta's Weakness By: johnnytee *********** [Thanks to the wonderful and gracious sensualsharon for breathing life into my story. All flaws are entirely mine.] *********** Synopsis: Gretta loves her husband very much, but he has been abroad for quite some time. Her sexual cravings had been building to extremes, when one day her young neighbor sensed her vulnerability. He took advantage of her in a most inappropriate situation. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (23.5 min/mp3) * * * * * I'm Gretta. I've got something to tell you. I've carried this secret for a long time, I've never told anyone about it until now. It happened quite some time ago, in a different era. Not everyone was wealthy back then. Some people didn't even possess a telephone in their home. But people trusted one another and could rely on neighbors more than they can in these modern times. They were good days, or perhaps, maybe that's just my rose tinted spectacles. Whatever they were, I always look back fondly on my memories of those times. It all started when my husband, Michael, moved abroad. Work was scarce, and we had a young family to take care of. Really there was no other alternative. The long term plan was for me to follow him with the kids, once we'd saved enough money. I was in my early thirties, quite attractive in my day I'm told. We dressed feminine in those days, no hipster jeans with thongs and tattoos, we wore skirts and blouses, silk stockings. I guess you could say they were classier times in some regards. We looked and acted very proper, but we had the same yearnings and desires as youngsters today. I found it very difficult when Michael went away. Even though I knew he was doing everything for us as a family, I still felt abandoned, lonely and terrified of losing him. He wrote to me, sending home money sometimes, but it was hard for us to talk on the phone. I didn't have a phone because we couldn't afford the expense. So I had to prearrange a time to talk with my husband, and then ask my next door neighbors if he could call me on their phone at that time. They were good people and always very obliging and willing to accommodate to me. I think they felt a little sorry for me. So did I. Sometimes at night I cried into my pillow, yearning for him to hold me tight. God how I missed the father of my children. I also had strong sexual cravings. They worsened over time and masturbation was only a very temporary relief for me, after-wards the cravings always came back harder than before. My neighbors had two teenage children, a girl and boy. The boy, Johnny, was 19 when the event that I want to tell you about took place. He was developing into quite a handsome hunk, and, in my sexually frustrated state, I fantasized about him from time to time, his hard young body and even harder young cock, while I masturbated. Little did I know that he had spent a tremendous amount of time masturbating to me in his formative years. He also confessed that he once stole a pair of my silk french knickers from the washing line so that he could feel them against his cock. He had spied on me sunbathing in my back yard, and one time, my bikini top fell aside revealing to him his first glimpse of an adult woman's milky white breasts. I had no idea, of course, what a little pervert he was. I only found out about all this after the event took place. I had a very close connection with my husband, Michael. I'd always found his voice extremely sexy, a real turn on, perhaps even a fetish. For me it was something akin to aural silk, it's difficult to explain the effect. The first time we ever spoke I knew I had to have him. Since he'd been away we talked on the phone every second Sunday. The kids were at their gran's house so I had some me-time. I usually found myself masturbating a lot prior to our call, but I never allowed myself to climax, knowing how much more powerful the climax would be if I waited until after I'd heard his voice. Typically, after our call my panties were soaked through with my discharge. It wasn't that we talked dirty, it was simply the sound of his voice that I found so compelling and sensual. It stirred me erotically, it reminded me of being with him. On the day in question, I was scheduled to talk to Micheal on the neighbor's phone at 3:30 in the afternoon. He'd been abroad just over four months now. I arrived at the neighbors house a few minutes early, anxious to hear my husbands voice. I had a key and let myself in. Only Johnny was home, he sat in the kitchen, at the wooden table, reading a newspaper. We chatted briefly, and I hoped he would soon leave and give me privacy as the phone was in their kitchen, near the rear window that looked out onto the back garden. But he seemed be without tact or compassion, and just sat and continued reading his paper, making no move to leave when the phone rang. His invasion of my privacy made me feel so angry, but really I had no right. "Hello Micheal," I answered the phone with a beaming smile. We chatted about how his work was going and he was delighted to tell me that he was in line for a promotion. His voice entranced me, enthralling and hypnotic, so stimulating to my senses. As we chatted, I heard the squeal of chair legs moving on the kitchen floor. Then soft footfalls approaching. I could feel Johnny standing close behind me but I continued with my breezy chatting, even though it made me feel quite anxious. Michael asked me if I was alone. "Yes" I lied, not sure why but I though it might upset him if he knew I had no privacy. I could hear Johnny breathing behind me, and I felt very uncomfortable. As Michael chatted excitedly, I suddenly felt fingertips lightly touching the bare skin of my neck, on both sides, moving downwards just below my earlobes. The touch felt like a static shock. I was so furious, I wanted to turn and slap Johnny hard across the face. My heart beat hard in my chest, but still I ignored him. I didn't want to have a scene with Michael on the other end of the phone. And to be totally honest, his touch made my pussy ache in a very pleasing way. I felt a churning sickness, such a deep aching desire. His fingers slipped delicately over my shoulders, touching me through the light fabric of my white short sleeved blouse. I foolishly thought I could ignore his stupid antics. His fingertips moved downwards along my upper arms, until he reached bare skin again. It felt ticklish, and I felt the fine hairs on my arms stand up, goosebumps, a shiver ran through my body. "I wish I could feel you touching me now" I said to Michael feeling tears well up, Johnny's arms moved around me enclosing me, his hands floating inwards from my bare arms then cupping my breasts. He placed a gentle kiss on my neck, and I had to restrain a sigh of pleasure as I closed my eyes. "You will feel me touching you soon, that's a promise" answered Michael. I felt so confused, guilty, angry and overpowered by arousal at the young mans loving sensual caresses. He fondled my breasts and I could feel his breath hot on my neck. I moaned softly. "When Micheal, when will feel your hands on my body?" I begged. I thought I wanted it to stop, partly sickened and repelled by his actions, but when Johnny's hands pulled away momentarily my body's desire for his touch was overwhelming. I heard him unzipping his pants, then his hands returned to the small round of my tummy, as he nuzzled close to me again, I felt his stiff cock pressed against my ass. "I need you," I gasped huskily, almost on the verge of tears, a mix of self-pity and urgency in my voice. His two hands moved on downwards, coming together on my mound as I parted my legs. "I know how it feels baby" whispered Micheal in hushed consoling tones, "I crave you so much it hurts." Johnny tugged at my skirt, pulling it up revealing my sexy white silk slip underneath, his hands moved underneath it, moving up along my inner thighs, over the stocking-tops as he pulled my skirt and slip up to my waist. He pulled my panties down just enough. I leaned forward, bending my knees a little. and I felt his cock spread my tingling wet gash. "It hurts me too," I whimpered, "god how I need you." I felt him enter me, and let out a soft sob of pleasure, as his strong young cock rasped dryly against my wet tunnel. Johnny was whimpering now too, with three quick thrusts he burrowed deeper into my pussy, his hands on my hips, long fingers splayed across my tummy. He let out a small high-pitched cry of ecstasy, and I felt his cock twitching and convulsing as he squirted his hot milky load into my deeply aroused tunnel. His body tensing, and his breathing loud and rapid, he smothered himself into my shoulder in an effort to contain the noise. Shit, fuck, I needed more. That's when I had a moment of inspiration. "Michael, make love to me on the phone, tell me what it feels like when your cock is inside me" I begged, "actually Michael, what I really want is for you to fuck me. Use my like your whore. Let me set the scene for you. I'm standing at the kitchen sink preparing dinner when you come home. You're hungry, but not for dinner... You come over and take your woman." As I told Michael what I wanted I was busy contracting my pelvic floor muscle and gently rotating my hips, squeezing and massaging Johnny's flaccid cock back to life, slathering my thick juice all over him. My movements and dirty talk soon got him fully hard in no time. He started pumping inside me. Michael's voice was so sexy, his tone so soft, dulcet, as he masturbated and described how it felt sliding his cock in and out of me. I found myself transported to another reality, a parallel universe, my fantasy coming to life. It wasn't Johnny fucking me now, it was entirely Michael. His cock felt so bone hard, yet covered in such soft smooth sliding skin. The only things that existed in my world now were Micheal's sensual voice, the utter joy of his beautiful cock in my starving cunt and the sensations of his hands on my body. It felt so real, I could literally feel my husband's cock fucking me, his hands on my body, inside my blouse squeezing my breasts as his voice washed over me with his sweet sexual filth. He told me how my pussy felt "warm, wet and gelatinous" on his "big explosive torpedo cock" and his breath was hot on my bare neck. "Oh Michael, Ughaaa" I panted. My desperate hunger for him was finally being satisfied, at last such wonderful glorious release, such profound pleasure. I never came so hard in my life, my body bucking and twisting with the sheer strength of my pussy's contractions. My orgasm flooded me as I cried "Oh Michael, Oh Michael" over and over, my juices discharging heavily onto his wonderful cock, as I basked in the elation of his incredibly sexy voice. When the orgasmic ripples finally started to abate, I returned to reality with a bang. Here I was in my neighbors kitchen, been fucked against the worktop by their teenage boy, it wasn't my husbands cock I had just come all over it was Johnnys. I felt so dirty and cheap, this was so wrong, I was a filthy cheating slut, loving the feel of his cock as he rammed it into me. I was using him to fulfill my desperate yearning needs, fantasizing about my husband, while he used me like the slutty nympho from next door. Who was I actually betraying here? My husband? Johnny? Myself? It was so wrong, so nasty, an intensely potent sexual cocktail that turned me on so much. "Yes, uhuagh, yes, fuck me" I growled. All I know is that his pounding beastly cock jack-hammering in my cunt felt so good, I never wanted it to stop. Michael's voice seemed to fade, but I could still hear it as my diminishing orgasmic waves started to grow intense again, in tandem with the rhythm of Johnny's strokes. "Ooahhh yes," I cried. Wave after blissful wave crashed through me, each one more insistent than the last. I trembled, a quivering wreck, my knees buckled as I collapsed on the worktop bearing down hard on Johnny's divine surging cock, impaled in helpless ecstasy as another deluge gushed from my overwhelmed spasming cunt. Michael's soft voice stirred me from my sex-crazed stupor. "I want to come into you," his words resonated inside me. In the same moment I felt Johnny tense, a coiled spring. He was moments away, only driving forward now, hardly pulling out at all. For the first time I realized that I was the object of obsessive lust and desire for two men, in a single instant. They were both about to come for me, a switch flicked in my mind. My two worlds seemed to collide, reality superimposing itself on fantasy, the physical and the spiritual. "Come into me" I whispered. It was physical, extreme orgasmic shock-waves streaming from my pulsating clit as Johnny's cock thrummed deep in my pussy. It was spiritual and soulful, a river of overpowering emotions, love, guilt, craving and desire all crashing through a dam in a total release. I burst out crying, sobbing hysterically into the counter-top as Johnny's big torpedo cock exploded in me. His hot cum spraying freely into my gushing pussy, as I wept uncontrollably. And then it was all Micheal again, his voice soothing, shushing me telling me everything was OK. His cock felt like part of me now, our tissues bonded. Our bodies as one, no longer separate, now Siamese twins. I no longer had a cavity and he no longer had a cock, just two asexual bodies joined at the pelvis. The tears and sobs kept pouring out of me as Micheal's voice gently reassured me, he said he loved me and it would be OK. For a moment I was complete, a perfect moment, happy and totally at peace. And then I felt severe pain as Johnny began to pull out, slowly ripping the bonded skin of his cock from me. "I'm so sorry baby, I have to go now," Michael's sweet voice, "I love you." As his cock slipped out of my bereft aching cunt, I heard a click, then the dead monotone of a disconnected line. "I love you too," weeping softly into the counter-top. Johnny zipped himself up. He pulled up my panties covering my leaking cunt, fixed my slip in place, then pulled my skirt back down, as if fixing my clothes would undo the damage. I lay there distraught trying to stop sobbing, as he returned to his newspaper. I sniffed loudly and stood up, buttoning my blouse. I turned and walked to the table where sat, my heels making clacking noises on the floor. He didn't look up, pretending to read. I placed my index finger under his chin, tugging upwards. He looked up, into my eyes and I pulled my hand back and released a hard slap against his cheek. He looked down, embarrassed and deeply ashamed. I stood for a moment in silence, then tugged his chin upwards again. He looked afraid. "My kids will be in bed asleep by 9 tonight, I'll leave the back door unlocked," I said hoarsely. His eyes wandered downwards over my breasts, boring into my mound, and down over my legs. I turned and walked slowly towards the door, my hips swaying softly, I could feel his eyes burning into my ass. I just knew he would fuck me again tonight, I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside me, all night long. Gretta's Weakness Pt. 02 *********** [Thanks to the wonderful and gracious sensualsharon for breathing life into my story. All flaws are entirely mine.] *********** Synopsis: Picks up immediately where the last one left off. Johnny's insatiable lust for Gretta continues long into the night. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (25 min/mp3) * * * * * I walked back to my house. I still remember it clearly, it was a crisp sunny spring day, and there was a cool stingy bite to the air. Wrapping my arms across my body to ward off the cold, I hurried back to get inside. By the time I reached my front door I was shivering. I think I was a little bit in shock, but I also felt a strange euphoric elation. I had to suppress an urge to whoop for joy, as if that had been a first sexual experience. I felt awakened and alive, and I kept having flashbacks to the moment where Johnny had penetrated me, while I spoke to my husband, Michael, on the phone. Giggling excitedly, teeth chattering, I turned my key in the lock and went inside to the warmth. I felt a little unwell, sickened and yet still aroused at the thoughts of Johnny fucking me bareback and coming into me. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror asking myself "What have you done Gretta? What the fuck have you just done?" My stomach churned, and I heaved, but didn't throw up. I thought of Michael, imagining his reaction if he ever found out. I worried that perhaps he knew or suspected from the way I'd moaned and panted down that phone line. I just prayed he believed that I was also masturbating, like he was. I needed to lie down. I removed my skirt and blouse and lay in the bed, with just my full white slip on. I closed my eyes and memories of the afternoons sensations swamped me, my hands instinctively went to my mound. I started to massage myself. The feelings in my body were extreme, still charged up and orgasmic. My fingertips touched the wetness seeping through my panties, I removed them and cupped a hand under my pussy, leaning forward to let gravity do it's work. Johnny's spunk, diluted with my juices, trickled slowly from between my pussy lips and dribbled into my cupped hand. I dipped a finger from my other hand in, and brought it to my lips, tasting his sweet young spunk. When did I become such a slut? Replaying the event in my mind, I reached for my locker drawer and took out my vibrator. I turned it on low, holding it outside my slip up against my clit. My moans became louder and increased in pitch as I increased the vibrator speed slowly, all the while remembering how Johnny's dry cock had rasped against my wet tunnel as he pushed it into me. Oh how I wanted to feel it again. I had been satisfied like never before in my life, but god, I wanted even more. A strong orgasm was welling up inside me, my clit throbbed and pulsed. Clear thick juices dripped from my pussy creating a damp patch to the rear of my silk slip, as I lay moaning with delight, drifting dreamily into slumber. And suddenly, unexpectedly, the doorbell, cruelly shocked me out of my delectable dreamy fantasy. "Shit, Fuck!" I hissed, thinking it must be Grandma with the kids. I wondered if it could be 6 already. Shit, I hadn't even started on dinner! I jumped out of bed and hid my vibrator under the pillow. Quickly donning the first dressing gown to hand, I ran downstairs and quickly opened the door. I was utterly surprised to see Johnny standing there. He boldly pushed his way inside. "I got some things I want to say to you," he stated in a matter of fact tone. "Johnny, not now," I pleaded, "I told you, after 9 tonight. The kids will be home soon." "You fail to realize, Gretta. I'm in charge now. You wouldn't want Michael, or anyone else, finding out about our little ... secret." "Fuck you, you little bastard." I hissed as I drew my hand back, intent on slapping him hard across the face, but he caught my wrist. He bent my arm up behind my back, and pulled my hair, pulling me close to whisper in my ear. He laughed. "I can have you anytime I want," his voice fading to a soft whisper. Somehow his whisper carried more weight than a shout. "I think you're such a sexy bitch Gretta, every time I see you I imagine fucking you. And now I don’t have to imagine anymore." I found his whispers made me tingle with excitement. I'd never really heard his voice much before, just to say hello and very brief chats. I found it had a sexy soft tonal quality, which turns me on. A similar effect to my husband's voice. Very few men have this quality, it's hard to describe but when I hear it, I go weak at the knees. To me a voice is a window to the soul, it tells you so much more than simply the words that are spoken. Emotion and feeling come through, and I could tell Johnny wanted to fuck me! Right now! "Oh God Johnny, don't you get it? I want to feel your cock inside me so bad," I gasped breathlessly, "I don't want to wait, but we have to be careful. I'm married, I have a lot to lose." Johnny let me go and walked into the kitchen, taking a seat by the kitchen table. "Take off your dressing gown" he instructed. As I let it drop slowly to the floor, I watched him take his cock out and start to stroke it gently. I stood there, feeling very vulnerable, wearing only my white slip and flesh colored stockings. He began masturbating, leering at me so unashamedly. "Come over here" he demanded in a husky voice. I walked slowly over and stood beside him, complying with his wishes. He reached out with his left hand and placed it gently on my inner thigh, just above my knee, below the hem of my slip. He had big hands for a 19 year old. His fingertips trailed slowly upwards, teasing me. "Spread for me my whore," Johnny's voice was irresistible to me now, and I could hear sheer lust as it cracked slightly. I eyed his cock hungrily, his hands not the only things that were big. Such a beautiful cock. I was totally under his spell, dying to be fucked by him again. His fingers discovered my wet slit without panties, dripping trails of mucus. "My my, what have you been up to Gretta?" he smiled. I whimpered, feeling his middle finger slide easily into me. "Today you took my virginity" he said, as he finger fucked my squelching pussy, his palm thumping against my clit, as I moved to meet his hand. For a virgin teenage boy, he was amazingly talented. I found myself nearing orgasm, when he told me to lower myself onto his cock. I gratefully obliged, lifting my leg over him. Facing him where he sat in the chair, I moved down slowly pausing as his wonderful cock found my slit and opened it. With his cock still held in his own hand, he drew the tip along the length of my slit, getting the big head all wet. "Fuck me now Johnny" I implored, needing his cock. I held my breath as he found my opening. I started to lower myself down, sick from desire. "Oh god" I whined at the heavenly feel as he penetrated my anxious cunt, I bore down hard wanting him deep. Then, the fucking doorbell rang! Again! A desperate cry of anguish escaped my lips. I saw the horrified look in Johnny's eyes. I stood up quickly, feeling him slide out, scrambling to get my dressing gown on, as he fumbled with his zipper and ran to the rear door. I watched him go out, then went quickly to the hall to open the front door. "Hi Grandma, Hi kids, come on in. Did you have a nice day?" smiling politely, as my mind screamed angrily inside, feeling so deprived. My moment of fervor, lost, for now. "Are you OK?" asked Grandma, concerned. "I'm fine, I just had a bit of a headache and went for a nap," I assured her, "were the kids good for you?" I asked, deftly changing the subject. "A joy as usual" she smiled. Grandma refused my offer of tea and went home. I prepared a quick meal for the children, but found myself very distracted all evening, I couldn't wait until their bedtime. As they watched TV I found myself remembering the phone call earlier, and what happened when he came over. I couldn't wait to have Johnny's cock. I fantasized about him taking me in different positions and scenarios. I've never spent such a long time in such a highly aroused stated. I was so agitated, so full of lust. Every inch of me ached for Johnny. Finally the kids were in bed asleep, it was 5 before 9 and I rushed back downstairs. Johnny was already inside, waiting in the kitchen. I closed the door behind me. He approached, and we spent a moment gazing into each other's eyes. We kissed passionately, but gently. Our first kiss. I felt his hands on me, undressing me as I grabbed for his crotch, god what an enticing firm bulge. When we touched skin to skin static electricity flowed, as is wont to happen with new lovers. I opened his pants to get at his beautiful hard cock. "I'm wearing no panties," I whispered. He pushed me back against the door, lifting my skirt, and stepped in between my spread legs. "Oh god, at last" I murmured as I felt his cock widening my slit, lifting my left leg and hooking it around behind him as he drove his cock into me with urgency. I was panting, unable to catch my breath as he drove deeper inside me. That fizz of static electricity in my pussy now, and the texture of his smooth young cock sliding against my juicy tunnel. I whimpered as my face contorted with ecstasy, waves of pleasure surging through me, the build up from my last two near-orgasms finally released. My hips bucked, my tunnel contracting reflexively as I came for him, biting his neck while the thrilling shock-waves rippled through me. "Uhaa", I was helpless and shuddering as I felt him coming into me. My body pinned so tightly between him and the door as he kissed me and emptied his balls into my pulsating snatch. It felt amazing just to be able to keep him inside me as our mutual orgasm subsided. His cock felt so wonderful. "I love how it feels when my cock is inside you, so immersed in your delectable cunt." Johnny was grinning. His fit young body pressed tight against mine. "Stay in me forever" I pleaded, "take me to my bed you fucking stud." We lingered for blissful moments, kissing tenderly, his tongue flecking across my parted lips, and my tongue brushing his. There was such strong electricity in the kiss. Now we could take our sweet time, we had all night. I could feel him hardening in me. He lifted me up and carried me over to the kitchen table where I sat with my legs wrapped around him, and his hips gyrating in tiny micro-motions. "I want to taste you" he whispered. He drew his cock out slowly, his length seemed to slide out forever. Then he knelt down, putting his tongue to my slit, french kissing my pussy, sliding his tongue into my hole. My head fell back and I arched my body in an attempt to withstand the unbearable delights. I placed my hands in his jet black hair as he moved his attention to my clit. Virgin or not, he seemed to know exactly what he was doing, his tongue swirled, causing whirlpools of pleasure to shoot through me. He was insatiable, god knows how long he lapped at my sopping cunt, before finally getting up and taking my hand to lead me upstairs. He watched me undress, first I removed my blouse and skirt. Then I lifted my slip to slowly peel off my stockings. When I was about to remove the slip, he asked me to leave it on. He sat on the edge of the bed and I stripped every stitch of clothing from his muscular young body. Johnny was a keen cyclist, he had amazing stamina, I was about to discover. I knelt before him, his legs were parted to let me close to him. I kissed him, feeling his stiff cock pressed against my tummy. I allowed my fingertips to barely graze his cock, then holding it softly between my thumb and index finger, I slid his foreskin up and down over his gorgeous helmet. I had to have him in my mouth, I leaned slowly over it and let me lips open over the tip of his cock, licking and slurping greedily as I consumed him gently. His head lolled, his Adam's apple protruding as I looked up to see his palpable enjoyment. My head moved slowly up and down along his shaft. I looked up periodically to seek Johnny’s approval. "Suck my cock you dirty slut" he gasped through clenched teeth, his voice and words betraying his acute satisfaction. It felt so good to be called a slut as I gluttonously and lovingly gobbled his cock, looking up to make eye contact. He took hold of my hands, and pulled me up, kissing me again, as he grabbed me and we rolled into bed together. He seriously fucked my brains out for the next three hours, in so many positions, and I came again and again. I was delirious, I never knew I was capable of having so many orgasms in one day. He came only one more time, but he still wanted to fuck me again even after that. Eventually we collapsed in exhaustion. He kissed me and he told me he loved me, I just about managed to hold in a giggle. As I rolled over putting my back to him, he snuggled up to me, I felt him slide his cock inside me. "Oh my god, not again," I thought, but he didn't fuck me, we fell asleep spooning, with his semi hard cock inside my excessively overworked cunt. Sleep quickly subsumed me. That night I dreamt about my husband Michael. At a subconscious level I must've felt severe guilt, but my cravings had prevented that from surfacing. In my dream, it was our wedding day, and Michael and I were exchanging vows. There I was, resplendent in white, but before I could speak my vows Johnny stood up and objected. Then suddenly Johnny was dragging me towards the altar. Michael just stood and watched, as Johnny bent me over the altar, lifted my dress and started fucking me. The crowd gasped in horror. "I love you Michael" I cried out but I could not contain my raw animalistic urges. I moaned like a whore as I felt Johnny's sublime cock skewering me, and I gave in to my compulsions, as Michael looked on. I pumped my hips back and forth to meet his awesome thrusts. "You don't love me, you're a dirty lowlife slut," Michael's voice was soft but filled with anger and hurt. I could see the deep hurt in his eyes, but I couldn't stop myself from climaxing as everyone watched. They all knew now what a whore I truly was. I woke up mid-orgasm, and felt Johnny's cock pumping deep inside my pussy for real, still in the spooning position he was fucking me from behind. His palm was curved around my mound, fingers applying sweet sensual pressure against my throbbing pulsing clit through the silk slip. I was so sensitized, each tiny motion from him was magnified, echoing intensely inside me. My sex-addled pussy clenched and released his cock, as I gushed copiously. Tears ran down my cheeks as the dream slowly faded. How could something that felt this good be wrong? Johnny’s cock fucked me and fucked me, and my orgasm went on and on. I was discovering that the guilt, the wrongness were part of my turn-on, as Johnny took me beyond paradise. I experienced elevated pleasure levels, so much higher than I ever thought possible. My whole body buzzed, my skull tingled, for a moment I felt sure I would die. I felt Johnny's cock explode in me. Gut wrenching thrills overcame me at the thoughts of his hot spunk blasting into my pussy. We saturated each other with our juices, in a glorious culmination. In that moment I didn't give flying fuck for protection. He loved to have his hands on my tummy when he came, accentuating my fertility. Whatever the consequences of this, it was worth it. I was so weak, so entirely addicted now. We both passed out soon after and slept peacefully for the remainder of the night. His cock, now soft, was still inside me when I woke the next morning. I felt tender and achy, but it a good way. I crept quietly from the bed to get the kids ready for school. As soon as they were on the bus, I went back upstairs to bed. I took off my slip and cuddled into Johnny's hot strong body, my breasts flattened against his bare back. I caressed his bare body with my fingertips, and let my lips brush his neck softly. For the first time in a long time, I felt whole. I wasn't craving sex, and I dozed contentedly. I knew, we'd probably fuck for most of the day, and I knew that whatever he wanted, I would give him.